Random thoughts I have about fluffy Sinister Strange. I separated them into SFW and NSFW. These may be elaborated on and expanded on later. If there is a specific headcanon you really want a story about, let me know in the comments or an ask.
SFW:
He wouldn't tell anyone, but he's more of a cat person than a dog person. They are quieter, and he thinks they are smarter.
He has a specific place for everything, but it is an organized chaos. Stuff is seemingly everywhere, but he can tell you exactly where everything is down to the most obscure item.
He is a terrible cook. Every now and then, he gets the idea that he will surprise you with dinner. It usually ends with lots of crashing sounds and swearing.
When you are cuddling, he likes to be the little spoon more than the big spoon. You often go to sleep with him as the big spoon, only to wake up and have him in front of you as the little spoon. You always hold him a little tighter when you find him as the little spoon.
He hadn't really cared much about grooming before he developed feelings for you. In fact, he had stopped looking in the mirror almost completely. His first real hint that he had it bad for you is that he starts caring how he looks again.
He's incredibly touchy feely once you are together. He loves to have you in his arms and will often go out of his way to be in the same room as you just so he can touch you in some way.
He genuinely thinks you are the most amazing creature in the multiverse. Sometimes, he catches himself studying you, trying to figure out if you really are a human or if you are some kind of siren or goddess turned flesh. He does not know what he did to earn your presence or if he just got insanely lucky, but he swears he will never take you or your love for granted. Not even for a single second.
The first time you have an argument, he practically has a full mental breakdown. He's sure you hate him now and that his reason for living is gone without your love. He doesn't mean to be such a drama queen, okay maybe he does a little, but everything in his world has been life or death for so long he doesn't remember any other way to be. Once you get him calmed down, he becomes very aware that he overreacted very quickly.
He hates apologizing and you may never actually hear the words “I'm sorry” without explicitly telling him he needs to say them, but he will go out of his way to show you he's sorry. Flowers, other gifts, holding doors for you, doing chores, etc. He will eat crow in his own ways, but he really would prefer not to actually say the words.
At first, after you arrive, he will occasionally get so caught up in his own work and in his own mind that he forgets you are there. So you have made Mr. Big Scary Sorcerer nearly jump out of skin on several occasions just by giving him a cheery “Howdy.” After all, no one else has been there for the longest time.
He didn't realize how much he had started talking to himself until you arrived. He suddenly became self-conscious of it, changing his full volume speaking to mostly murmuring under his breath. He is aware that actually makes him look crazier.
NSFW:
Thanks to being trapped in his universe alone he is incredibly sensitive the first time you have sex and he has to try really hard not to cum almost immediately. He still didn't last very long, and it definitely embarrassed him, but he was ready to go again almost immediately.
He also hadn't really felt much need to masturbate until he found you and you showed up there. After a while all thought of sex had just stopped. Suddenly, he felt like a teenage boy again. Everything you did got him aroused. You were the only thing his fantasies revolved around. He had a lot of wet dreams about you after you arrived and before you got together.
He was also a bit of a peeper once he discovered how attracted he was to you. Trying to catch glimpses of you getting dressed or undressed. Shamelessly staring at your ass if you bent over. He even debated “accidentally” walking in on you in the shower or the bath a few times. If he thought he might have heard you touching yourself, he absolutely urgently needed something from your room at that very second.
Definitely has a copy of the Kama Sutra in the Sanctum library and definitely wants to try every single position in it. In fact he has it marked with colored post it notes based on which ones he wants to try with you first.
He has magically hidden all of your clothes on more than one occasion to try to convince you to either spend all day in bed with him or just walk around naked. He's okay with either one frankly. He always gets a cheeky smile when he's busted but never pretends he isn't pleased with himself, because he is very pleased with himself.
He worries a lot about how he compares to your former lovers. So when you start having sex he tries his absolute hardest to make sure you cum hard every single time. The first time he can't make you cum he nearly has a meltdown.
Definitely has his kinky side, but more than anything he actually really craves vanilla love making missionary or cowgirl position sex with you. It's an intimacy and a comfort level he has not felt in a very long time, and it nearly brings him to tears.
Is a big fan of mutual masturbation. He just loves watching you. The way your breathing changes, the way your back arches. It's like art to him and almost as erotic as touching you himself. He also likes to study how you touch yourself so he can expertly do the same later.
Thanks to his universe being completely barren and destroyed he will take you whenever and wherever he wants, but he has a soft spot for taking you against the large window bearing the seal of Vishanti. He likes the idea that someone could see you, but they won't because there is no one else there. He's not sure he could actually handle someone else seeing you that way.
Like the other Stephen's, he has a lingerie kink and loves gifting you all sorts of pieces to wear. Some more demure and innocent, flowing nighties in soft silks and satins. Some barely cover anything at all and are intricately made of delicate lace in rich deep colors. He will pay attention to which pieces you like and wear the most, but some pieces are pulled right from his naughtiest fantasies.
His favorite position is you on top riding him, but he does like to plant his feet and thrust up into when he gets close. He gets the best view in this position, seeing every inch of you, but still gets to help set speed and pace. If he's feeling really soft he'll pull you down to lay flat on his chest as you grind on him and he thrusts in and out of you. He also loves that when you're on top and he hits that spot just right he can literally watch your eyes roll back in your head.
summary: [request] How about strangexofc where they are dating and going to meet your family for the first time. But there’s an age gap and you’ve kinda been keeping your relationship a secret. Then you catch strange trying to dye his grey hair and stop him and tell him you love the grey and maybe show him how much you love him … 😈 Also like an epilogue of him meeting the fam and they love him??
word count: 3.3k
warnings: insecure!Stephen (and his showing clinginess and touch starved behavior), fluff, Wong being Wong, encouragement, smutty allusions but nothing graphic, more fluff, boyfriend!Stephen because yes, he is a warning, loving parents (we’ll see how I gonna suck at this part lol), more fluff, my inability to end fanfictions, not entirely proofread
author’s note: Another pretty old request! I’m not sure what today is all about, but I’m trying to work through those I deem interesting and fun xD Hope you enjoy it! The dividers belong to @enchanthings-a and @strangergraphics <3
The double door to the Sanctum Sanctorum opened with a swoosh of New Yorker winter air following the arriving woman; snow crystals dancing over the floor of the foyer and forming intricate details in the woman's braided strands. A shiver ran through her body for the hundreds of times this day, reminding her again that winter most definitely had arrived in her most loved city.
With a groan, YN shrugged off the heavy coat and shook it to deliberate it from the layer of frost, snow, and half-melted ice before hanging it on the detailed wooden clothes rack standing next to the doors. The frost-crusted scarf and beanie followed closely. Now, only armed with her trusty souvenir bags, which she had acquired in every city she had ever visited—it wasn't an obsession, nope—YN put the grand staircase behind her and entered the second floor. She turned right, followed the hallway, and let the bags pile onto the kitchen island after getting there. Wong turned at the sound—steaming cup in hand and letting another one appear in front of the frozen witch.
"I know again why you're my favorite sorcerer," the woman sighed, closing both hands around the warm mug, her eyes falling shut in a flutter as the warmth seeped into her skin. "Tell me that again when he is in the same room, and I'm tempted to believe it, Elsa." YN opened her eyes again and grinned over the mug at the older man, softly shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes. "The movie insults won't hurt me, Maui," she returned, winking at the sorcerer with a grin still on her lips. "And I will say it in front of him when he infuriates me again. Give us a few more weeks; the closer we get to Christmas, the more likely it will become."
She loved Stephen with all her heart and every fiber of her being, but this man never knew when to shut his mouth—especially if she was already stressed out because Christmas was a huge deal for her. She loved Christmas. She lived the Christmas season as soon as nasty Halloween lay behind humanity and Thanksgiving was finally coming up. But Christmas was also the most stressful season for her, and now, as part of the Avengers, it seemingly grew increasingly frustrating. YN never had to think about so many presents because before, it had always been only her parents, maybe some co-workers, and Stephen and Wong after the sorcerer had entered her life.
Speaking of which…
"I will keep that in mind," Wong said after taking a big sip of his tea. YN turned to see if Cloaky had already come floating through the hallway like it usually did as soon as she came home but was greeted by emptiness. "You don't know by any chance where he is?" The woman had turned back to him, but Wong couldn't even open his mouth because the sound of a portal interrupted them. They looked both in the direction of approaching steps, and Stephen appeared in the hallway, seemingly not expecting any of these two to see here. His brows knitted, and YN cocked an eyebrow at the sight of him trying to hide the paper bag from Target behind his long legs.
"What are you doing here? I thought you said something about errands." His voice held an edge to it she couldn't pinpoint, so YN's brow wandered up even further until it almost reached her hairline. "Well, I was done sooner than expected. But I can leave again if you prefer it that way." The witch had already turned to find her purse, not hearing as the paper bag dropped to the hardwood floor and Stephen's hurried steps came closer to her. His hands softly took hold of her shoulders before the Sorcerer Supreme snaked his arms around them and leaned his forehead on her right shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry, darling," he whispered, not caring that Wong stood opposite them and chuckled behind his mug.
To be honest, the other sorcerer had seen much worse in the past one and three-quarter years ever since Stephen had brought his girl to the Sanctum. And yes, he counted the months since the woman in his arms had told him she loved and came home with him. He was the luckiest bastard on this damned planet after all.
Stephen pressed a soft kiss to YN's neck, tightening his hold. He could hear her sigh before she settled her back against his chest and caressed one of his hands with the tips of her fingers. The sorcerer closed his eyes at the feeling of her lips against his reachable temple and how she leaned her head against his. "Is everything okay?" Her soft voice asked, and Stephen nodded quickly, not wanting to let her into his head to see the boiling mess in there—she would probably laugh before running away, changing her mind over everything that concerned him and their relationship. He couldn't let that happen. Not so shortly after he had finally found the one woman who could keep up with him and who loved him with every single damned flaw he possessed. "You can talk to me, Stephen. Whatever might be bothering you, I am here to help. It's my job."
She meant every single word because YN knew how the man in her back tended to be as soon as he spiraled. And because she knew every single red flag, she was worried to her bones—his behavior right now was a single big, screaming red flag. But she also knew she couldn't push him, so she had to wait and sit this one out as long as it might take.
"I know, darling, but it's nothing." He grew silent for a moment before continuing. "Would you mind cooking alone? I… I need to check some books that arrived this morning from Kamar-Taj, and they can't wait until tomorrow." YN furrowed her forehead at the shakiness of his voice, his barely audible stutter, and counting more red flags. Even Wong seemed not convinced. But instead of calling Stephen out now and not in their bedroom later after dinner, the witch only turned in his tight grasp and cupped his cheeks with both hands. She smiled up at him. "Of course, love. Go and do your work. I will get you when dinner is ready. Mousse au chocolate for dessert, or does Doctor Strange prefer a chocolate cake tonight?" Stephen pressed a long, lingering kiss to her forehead. "Whatever Miss LN is up to tonight," he returned with a soft whisper, followed by another kiss on her head.
And then he disappeared upstairs—but not without the ominous paper bag.
YN turned to Wong with heavily furrowed brows and deep creases between them. "Something is wrong," both spoke in unison and sighed before they started to prepare dinner together, a heavy silence dominating the kitchen.
Knuckles knocked gently on the hardwood door leading to Stephen's study after almost two hours of cooking dinner—lasagna just like he loved the dish—and baking his favorite cake—chocolate, with a soft chocolate core. She even got him his favorite whiskey in preparation for a cozy night in front of the fireplace, with some of their favorite vinyl playing in the background.
At the silence greeting YN from the other side, even after another soft knock, she huffed and opened the door without another warning. "Stephen?" But the study wasn't even lit, and twilight was all the witch saw. The snow still fell in front of the massive windows leading to the nonetheless busy New Yorker streets, and curiosity got its best of her. So the woman wandered into the grant but still cozy-looking room and rounded the wooden desk. Her fingers stroked over the scattered books—some opened, others closed—and got a hold of an opened letter written by one of the masters back at Kamar-Taj, dated a week ago.
"Books my ass," the witch mumbled under her breath and left the study again after a last displeased look at the books Stephen most definitely had already worked through. She closed the door behind herself because she was taught to be a decent human and raised her right hand softly. YN tried to not get distracted by the ring Stephen had gifted her at their first anniversary—a promise to a future, as he had called it. But she couldn't admire the piece, not now. Now, she had a task to fulfill.
Her pointer and ring finger twitched, barely visible, and the warm-feeling magic glided almost gracefully through the hallway and highlighted a golden path leading upstairs to the second floor. The witch followed her conjured marks, not really having to pay close attention to them because now, she was sure where she would find her boyfriend in distress. And that's where the path brought her—right in front of the door to their shared bedroom. This time, YN didn't bother to knock. Instead, she pushed the wood open and was faced with twilight once more, but the golden gleam of the bathroom lighting drew her steps closer.
And what she saw there let her pause dead in her tracks.
Stephen stood in front of the mirror, only wearing his sweatpants, a towel hanging over his shoulders, and his left hand held a plastic bowl with something thickly dark inside. His right hand had a tight grip on a brush, typically used for hair accidents requiring a re-touch before an important occasion. Inside the sink laid an assortment of at-home hair coloring products, all ripped open, and the instructions scattered around the sink's edge—one was even taped to the mirror in front of him.
YN gently cleared her throat before Stephen could even think of smearing this stuff into his hair. "Would you mind telling me what you are trying to do, love?" She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of her chest, and eyes settled on his widening eyes before the sorcerer turned to his girlfriend—stupid contributors to his spiraling mind still in his hands. He looked from the brush and bowl to the woman he loved, the unpleasant smell of hair dye lingering in the air. "Would you believe me if I said nothing is happening right now?" Stephen had to try to lighten the mood a bit, at least, but YN couldn't have any of that. She pushed her body off the frame and walked over to him before taking both items out of his hands and placing them into the sink.
Her entire focus was settled on him.
"Did you try to dye your hair?" At the confused sound of her voice, Stephen only shrugged. "But why?" Another shrug followed, but because he didn't dare to look into her eyes, YN already guessed where his mind had wandered off. "Is this because we're gonna see my parents next weekend?" His heavy swallow was answer enough, and the witch couldn't hold back anymore. Her hands gently cupped his face, just like earlier, before her fingers carded through his salt-and-pepper hair. "Oh, Stephen…," she mumbled and pulled him closer until she could feel his hands resting on her hips. "I wanted… I… You…” His deep rumbling sigh was evidence enough for the woman to feel the boiling emotions running havoc in this usually composed man. "It's okay." She took one of his hands and pulled at it. "Come on, love," she encouraged him to follow her back into their bedroom.
YN's hand flicked to light up the many candles inside their room while she pushed Stephen to sit down at his bedside. She stayed in front of him, right between his thighs that spread to make space for her, and her hands were back on his handsome face, grounding him and clearing his mind at least a bit. He never knew if it was just inherently YN or her magic that pushed through to him. Either way, he didn't object in the slightest.
"Tell me what's going on in that brilliant mind of yours." She sounded as if she was begging, and maybe she was because YN had felt a pit forming in her stomach ever since seeing what Stephen tried to do. He started to play with the hem of her oversized hoodie—his Columbia University hoodie. "I tried to dye my grey spots to seem younger," the Sorcerer Supreme mumbled, ashamed to admit it out loud. YN stayed silent to give him enough space to sort through his thoughts and let them out in the open. It took a moment until he spoke again. "I never met parents before. I never had to think about how I appear in other's parent's eyes… All I can think about is how old I look and how old I am compared to you, and I thought that it might help my case in convincing your parents that I am good enough for their pride and joy if I dyed my hair to at least look somewhat your age." He sighed deeply and let his forehead fall against her chest, letting it rest there.
YN started to comb through his soft strands, staying quiet once more because she had never thought about what the question of whether Stephen wanted to come with her might do to him. She had only thought about the fact that this man was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and how much she wanted her parents to meet this handsome, loving, and compassionate man she had stumbled upon—quite literally. The witch would've never suggested it in the first place if she knew what it would do to him, and now, guilt washed over her, but she had to take care of Stephen's spiraling mind before she could tend to her very own troublemaker up there.
Tenderly, she took his chin between her thumb and pointer finger and nudged Stephen's face up so he would look her right into her eyes. "You will listen to me now, love," YN started, and Stephen stared into her eyes, unmoving. "You are not old. We may have a slight age gap—but nothing as vast as you picture it—and yes, some may object to it, but not my parents. They are happy if I am happy, and I can tell you, I never was happier in my entire life. You make me the happiest and most content version of myself, Stephen, and this is all that matters." YN stopped to press a soft kiss to his forehead, easing his deep worry-wrinkles. "And now, to the one point I may never have made perfectly clear." Her voice dropped to a whisper, and the witch cupped his face again. "You will never touch those grey spots, do you understand?"
Stephen still stared at her, utter wonder written in his eyes and on his face, and his hands grabbed her hips to coax her into his lap. "Are you trying to tell me you secretly love them?" A grin tucked at YN's lips, and her eyes wandered over his grey strands, her fingers following close as they combed through them once more. "I think they make you incredibly hot and deadly handsome, love," she giggled before burrowing her fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck. The sorcerer let out a raspy groan at the feeling of YN's nails scratching over the sensitive skin there. He cupped the side of her own neck with his much bigger hand, his thumb caressing her jawline slowly while his eyes took in the beauty that was her face. "Oh, really?" Stephen asked, almost teasingly, and pulled her closer to him until their chests were pressed against each other. YN nodded softly, a gasp leaving her parted lips, and a moan soon followed when Stephen dared to steal a deepening kiss from her. "Those spots make you appear like damned fine wine, aged into perfection and promising me the most perfect taste of summer, dreams, and sunsets. Don't you dare touch them as long as I am here," she whispered against his lips, drinking him in when the sorcerer kissed her once again, reveling in his taste and the feel of this man who had chosen her of all the women he could've selected from. "You are perfect just the way you are."
Stephen's hands gripped her hips in a tight, almost bruising hold and pulled the witch flush against him, tickling out yet another moan when their cores made contact. "You mean that?" He still felt insecure about this whole ordeal despite his mind slowly stopping to spiral out of control, but Stephen would be damned if he didn't ask for more reassurance, knowing well enough that YN would never hold back with it. The following smirk growing on her face? He did not expect that, nor what she had in mind for them, his eyes following her gorgeous body when she slowly sank down on her knees, right between his parting thighs.
"I have no qualms in proofing my words," the witch giggled in anticipation when the palm of her hands caressed his strong thighs, up and down, her eyes never leaving his. "When I'm done, there won't be a single lingering doubt, Stephen Strange, I promise you that."
—
And she would be correct.
"Stop fidgeting." Trying to soothe his over-worrying mind, YN smoothed out the lapels of his pristine coat as they stood in front of her parent's home in the dainty and quiet suburban around New York City. "Easier said than done," the sorcerer grumbled back and let her push back a salt-and-pepper strand, and after rising to her tiptoes, she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, leaving a faint mark of her lipstick on his skin. Humming, YN erased it with the pad of her thumb, perfectly timed with the sound of steps echoing behind the front door. "Everything will be fine, Stephen, believe me," she all had time but to whisper before the door opened and welcomed them with a wind of warm air.
Her mother smiled brightly as always when she took in her daughter, arms already wide open to gather her in a tight, motherly hug. "Oh, my sweet girl. Look at you." She held her at arm's length, eyes mapping and cataloging everything she could see under the thick coat and layers of fabrics. "How is it possible that you still turn prettier every time I see you again? It must be magic," Mrs. LN smiled widely, and YN pressed a loving kiss to her mother's cheek. "Oh, please. You over-exaggerate."
"She is right, darling," Stephen chimed in, his unoccupied hand finding the small of her back when he stepped closer. Her mother instantly took him in as well, eyes like a hawk observing its potential prey, but the hardness vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and her smile returned. "You must be Stephen. I've heard so much about you—welcome!" YN had already grabbed the transport box filled with chocolate cake, so they could shake hands, but instead, the Sorcerer Supreme found himself in a welcoming and tight hug, making YN giggle in delight. "Come in, come in! It's freezing out here."
They both got ushered into the warmth of her childhood home, and the sound of her father rummaging in the kitchen welcomed them as her mother accepted the cake and watched with a softening expression when Stephen gently helped her out of the cloak and kissed her cheek while doing so. "You two are just too sweet," the mother hummed, showing them to follow her.
YN gathered Stephen's hand in hers and squeezed it softly, her other hand naturally wrapping around his bicep. "See? I told you," she whispered as quietly as possible, letting one brow rise when the man beside her huffed. "I still need to survive the introduction to your father, sweetheart," he answered just as quietly when they arrived in the living space with the open kitchen and her father smiling warmly at them. "I think this will run smoother than you give yourself credit, love."
And again, she would be correct.
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Summary: After hooking up with Stephen on the night of the full moon Kamar Taj party over a month ago, you begin to experience pregnancy symptoms. And you realise you could potentially be pregnant with Stephen's child.
Word count: 2.5k
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader
Trope: Fluff, mentions of pregnancy, brief mentions of smut (18+ warning, minors DNI)
A/N: This is another little idea I thought of, I hope you like it. I will be doing a Surgeon Strange smut fic next.
You hadn’t planned it or anything. It just sort of happened. One minute you were enjoying the full moon party at Kamar Taj, and the next, you were wrapped up in Stephen Strange’s arms as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. It had all happened so fast. You knew it was wrong and bad—he was your teacher, your mentor—and you both should have known better, but you had been flirting with him since you pretty much locked eyes with him that night. He just looked so good and he hadn’t been able to take his own gaze off of you.
So, after a night of teasing smiles and lingering touches, the two of you found a corner where no one would find you, and he kissed you long and deep, his groans muffled from your soft lips. Then he got all handsy, his fingers grasping at your hips and waist before he brought you back to the sanctum where he took you and made you his.
He had been rough and fast with you, like he had been eagerly waiting for the moment when he finally got to have you. On his bed he had bent you over, taking you from behind as he slammed his cock into you, as you cried out his name, as you begged and pleaded with him to make you cum, and he did. He had your eyes rolling into the back of your head that night. You had no idea that he could make you feel like that, that he possessed that kind of skill. His experienced fingers and tongue and mouth had made you see absolute stars. He had been so big and thick and long, stretching you out and filling you up so, so good. There had been a smirk on his face the whole night, like he was absolutely loving every second of seeing you in pleasure. He had been the reason you went back to Kamar Taj that night just aching to have him take you again.
But when it was all over and done with, you and Stephen promised to never, ever talk about that night again. It was a filthy hook-up. It was a night of dirty actions and words and secrets with the both of you engaging in something that never, ever should have happened. That didn’t stop you from loving every second of it though.
But that was just over a month ago, and while you had been more than ready to keep that secret close to you, there was something that had been on your mind recently. Your period was late and there had been a handful of mornings where you woke up ready to throw up. You kept trying to tell yourself that it was nothing: that you were just a little sick and that the stress was the reason your period was late, but deep down, there was a feeling that wouldn’t go away. You couldn’t deny it: you were worried you could be pregnant with Stephen’s baby. And he was the only man you had been with, so it had to be his.
That same nausea you had been feeling for the last few days hit you as soon as you got out of bed. You had your training class today but that was the last thing on your mind as you ran to the bathroom to throw up. There was no way you could go to your class while you were on the verge of vomiting every three seconds, so you crawled back into bed with a groan.
The nagging feeling wouldn’t leave you. There was a good chance you were pregnant and you needed to know for sure, so after you felt well enough, you opened up a portal that took you right to a pharmacy to buy a test. You bought it and came back to your room, letting in and out some uneven breaths before you opened up the box. You followed the instructions and took the test before you flipped the little piece of plastic over, not quite ready to see the result. Instead, your eyes focused on your reflection as you wondered if your future was about to change forever. How could it be that everything had changed so quickly? You were supposed to be training and learning, not wondering if you were pregnant with a baby.
The word repeated over and over in your head. A baby. An actual baby. Stephen’s baby. You had been so careless that night with him, just seeking your own pleasure. But now that night felt like it was haunting you. What would Stephen think?
You shook your head. You couldn’t think about that. Your stomach was already filled with too many butterflies, and just wondering about what Stephen’s reaction would be would make it worse. There were days when he could be so cruel, so mean.
It took you about five minutes, but you finally let out a long breath and flipped the test over. You literally froze on the spot when you saw a positive sign looking back at you. The one you got gave you an estimate of when the baby had been conceived, and there it was: 6 weeks. That meant Stephen was most definitely the father, that the baby had been conceived that night.
The test fell right out of your hands as tears filled your eyes. What would Stephen’s reaction be? Angry, upset, elated, horrified? Either way, you would have to tell him, and you were terrified about how that could go. Then there was the fact that you were still very much training at Kamar Taj. You couldn’t just take time off. Would you even have time to look after a baby? Would Stephen? Would he want the baby at all?
You didn’t know what to do.
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The day went by fast and now nighttime was upon you. You had been upset all day after taking the test and your brain wouldn’t stop reminding you that you had to tell Stephen the truth. You knew, but you were so scared of what his reaction would be. You just didn’t feel ready to tell him. Part of you was a little scared. There were times when he was quick to anger.
There was a knocking at your door and you sighed and let out a soft, “come in.”
It was Wong pushing open the door, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N, what’s going on? You’ve been missing some training sessions lately. I’m worried… Are you crying? What’s wrong?”
You sniffled. There were tears in your eyes that you hadn’t been able to hide. “Can you please just get Stephen for me? I need to talk to him.”
Wong nodded. “Of course. I’ll go get him for you.”
“Thank you,” you said, watching Wong leave.
A few minutes later, Stephen was at your door with raised eyebrows. “Wong told me you wanted me to come and talk to you.”
Wiping at your eyes, you let out a trembling breath. “Yes. You can come in. Please shut the door behind you.”
He followed your instructions and sat down next to you on the bed. “Why are you crying?”
Instant regret hit you. Why had you asked Wong to get Stephen? You still didn’t feel ready. You thought maybe ripping the band-aid off would have worked out in your favour, but there were so many butterflies in your stomach as you avoided his eyes.
“It doesn’t matter,” you muttered, your eyes all wet.
Stephen sighed. “Then why did you make sure Wong came and got me? You must have done that for a reason.”
You shook your head. “What’s the point? It’s not like you care, anyway.”
“Wow,” Stephen said quietly.
The room went horrifyingly quiet. So quiet it almost made you wince. You weren’t talking, Stephen wasn’t talking. The two of you sat there in pure silence and all you could do was wipe at your wet eyes.
“You know, I know I can be an asshole sometimes,” he muttered, “but at least I’m not completely heartless, Y/N. Will you just tell me why you’re so upset? There must have been a reason you called me in here, and there’s clearly something big on your mind if you’re crying. If you just told me…”
Finally, you met his eyes, and you were taken aback by the frown on his face. He looked worried. “I know you agreed that we weren’t supposed to talk about that night at the party… The night where we… You know…”
“Yeah…” Stephen murmured.
You couldn’t say it. You just grabbed the pregnancy test that you had kept tucked under the blankets and handed it to Stephen. You kept your eyes on him, taking in the pure shock on his face. He stayed quiet for a good minute or two before finally, in a shaky voice he said, “You… You’re pregnant.” He looked over at you. “With my baby?”
You nodded and you felt more tears forming. You could hear Stephen mutter out a low and deep “fuck” next to you.
“I’m really sorry,” you whispered. “This is all my—”
“You aren’t to blame for this, Y/N.”
A sharp gasp fell from your lips when you felt Stephen’s soft, warm hands on the sides of your face. He was forcing you to look at him, his eyes all soft and warm, and you couldn’t believe how gentle he had suddenly become. You also couldn’t quite believe that he had tears in his eyes. Could he be happy?
Stephen smiled at you. “Well, you being pregnant is partly my fault too.”
A smile stretched across your face before you laughed, tears rolling down your cheeks. Stephen used his thumbs to wipe at them, his touch soft and slow.
“Breathe for me,” he said. “Just take some deep breaths for me. Can you do that?”
You followed his instructions, your eyes closing as your breath slowed down to a more calm, gentle rhythm. That was helping. Sort of. But the nerves were still so ever-present and you just wanted to go back in time and fix everything.
“So, what do you want to do about this?” he asked. “I just want you to know that I will fully support your choice. Whatever choice that is.”
“I mean, I’ve always wanted to be a mother one day, but this is all so sudden. It’s scary and I still have to finish my training.”
“If you truly want to have this baby, then I’ll be here for you. I’ll support you and I’ll do everything I can to be the best father I can be. Being a dad wasn’t something I had ever really thought about, but I’m not afraid to try.”
You smiled at him. “Ain’t you too busy to have time to look after a baby?”
“Yes, but we’ll make it work.”
You couldn’t help it when you threw your arms around him, totally without warning. You squeezed at him as relief washed over you, a soft sigh leaving your lips. That had gone a lot better than you had expected. You could hear Stephen grunting a little as you held him.
“I know you’ll be the best dad,” you whispered. “I just know it.”
Stephen gave you a shocked sounding laugh before he finally circled his own arms around you, his hands pressed up against you tightly. “I’m glad you think so.”
Pulling away from him, you kept your hands on his shoulders. “I know so.”
Placing his hand on your thigh, Stephen gave you a comforting smile. One that made you truly feel like everything was going to be okay, that the future would be alright, and suddenly a whole less daunting. He rubbed at your thigh, the room comfortably quiet as your eyes stayed locked. A smile grew on your face simply from how sweet he was being. You loved seeing his kind, gentle side. It made your heart flutter. But then it hit you. Everyone would know you were pregnant. Very soon, you wouldn’t be able to hide it at all.
“Everyone’s gonna know,” you said. “What are we gonna do? What happens when everyone finds out? I don’t want you to get into trouble. That’s the last thing I want. Everyone’s gonna be in our business. I don’t want that either.”
He hummed, his hand still on your thigh. “I have some hoodies you can borrow as the baby grows. That should hide the bump. And if and when someone does finally find out… Well, I’ll just deal with that. I promise. Don’t stress about that. Let me handle all of that.”
“Thank you.” Leaning forward, you gave his cheek a kiss. You could have sworn his pale cheeks went a little red at the sudden act of intimacy. But he had just been so sweet, so sensitive, so caring that you couldn’t even stop yourself. You were pretty sure that you had never even seen him blush before. It felt like a bit of an accomplishment to be the first person to ever do it and the fact had your own face feeling all hot. But Stephen just looked so cute suddenly getting all nervous, and you smiled at the way his hand rubbed at the back of his neck.
“Well, I better let you get some rest then, right?” he asked, breaking the silence.
You nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Thank you. For everything. For being so supportive and caring and kind. I really needed it.”
He smiled at you and got off the bed, making a slow walk towards your door. “You know, I’m not always an asshole. And I do care about people. I have the ability to care and I also have feelings,” he said, letting out a low chuckle.
Smiling at him, you nodded. “Noted.”
Stephen winked at you before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. You let out a long breath of air that you had been holding in for what felt like the entire conversation with Stephen. No, the entire day that gloomy feeling had been hanging over you, but that felt like it was slowly fading away by the second. You felt light, you felt happy, you felt like the future would be something good and bright instead of that darkness you had felt wash over you when you first looked at your pregnancy test in the morning.
You laid down in bed, resting your head against the pillows and letting out a long yawn. You definitely needed some rest, but there was some excitement flowing through you still. You’d be a mother and Stephen would be a father, and he’d be there for you every single step of the way, and there were definitely going to be a lot of them. And deep down, you knew Stephen would be a good dad. The best dad. The kind that would make you so proud and so happy.
summary: Stephen Strange brings you exactly what you want on Valentine’s Day
“Oh, thank goodness,” Stephen would breathe, relieved about your wishes for Valentine’s Day.
The sorcerer anguished all week about planning an expensive dinner, purchasing extravagant gifts, and the general expectation to be uncharacteristically lovey-dovey. Wong said he was overanalyzing it. His affections for you ran deep, but overt and cliche affection never came easily for Stephen. Surprise, surprise. Now if you actually wanted the aforementioned things above, he’d move heaven and earth to get it done. Your request? That he didn’t use any magic on Valentine’s Day.
Stephen commuted on foot alongside other New Yorkers to pick up flowers. He ensured the blooms were wrapped the way you preferred by the florist. For a moment he considered dropping the bouquet through a portal so that he didn’t have to carry them around the city, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to you.
He then made his way to a patisserie for some chocolate, only to learn that the sweets shop didn’t open for another half hour. Christ. He thought about the Time Stone resting against his chest, but again, obeyed your wish. After walking around the city and drawing a sweat, Stephen arrived back with flowers, chocolate and breakfast in his shaky hands.
The bouquet was full of fragrant roses and peonies. A rectangular box contained one dozen bonbons with various fillings and flavors. A warm poppy seed bagel with smoked salmon and cream cheese was washed down with a latte. Standard, normal people gifts for this occasion. Exactly what you wanted.
“How’d I do?” He asked, pale green eyes laser focused on your micro expressions.
It’s Friday, around 9 p.m. Gentle sound of raindrops hitting the windows is reminding of the rainy weather, that has been present for the whole day. The smell of him on his hoodie that I’m wearing puts my mind at ease, but his presence would be even better… I know he’ll be here soon, he texted me some time ago that he’s on his way. Under a soft blanket, with a book in my hands, I am impatiently checking the time every five minutes and looking out of the window, waiting for him to come home. I can’t wait to have him in my arms again.
A loud thud signalize that the door closed when he finally comes home. He heads right to me, as usual. I can see the tired and grumpy expression on his face and I immediately know that he must have a long day. My poor darling…
I put my book away and open my arms for him. “Welcome home, my love.” I say but I doesn’t receive a respond. Instead, he falls into my arms and hides his face in the crook of my neck, closing his eyes and relaxing on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, one of my hands gently strokes his hair, while the other is tracing small comforting circles on his back. Oh, how I love letting him lean on me like this… I’m here for him, always. “Rough day?”
“Mhm…” I can feel a gentle vibration as he hums into my skin and nuzzles his face closer, seeking comfort and affection. From me, he has all of it. “Hold me…”
What a big baby. I love those needy demands of his. Makes me feel needed. I don’t want him to need anyone else but me.
“I am holding you, dear…” I whisper softly, running my hands through his hair in a comforting manner. “I’m right here and I won’t let go of you. Never.”
He lets out another needy hum and clings onto me like a koala bear. I love it when he’s like this… I can take care of him and make sure he’s safe and comfortable in my arms. I can express my love and make sure he feels all of it, so he has no doubts that he’s the most precious person for me and I’d never hurt or replace him. He’s all mine and I’m all his. I want this to last forever…
Is that how real love feels?
My thoughts get interrupted by his husky voice and warm breath on my neck. “…Love you…”
I don’t think he knows how much the softness of this moment warms my heart. I don’t think I am even able to express it. If I could, I’d run to the moon and back and bring him all the stars. I’d collect all the flowers on the earth and make him an enormous bouquet. I’d write a book about it, but there wouldn’t be enough trees for the pages.
So instead, I just pull him impossibly closer and kiss him on the forehead affectionately, then bury my face in his hair. “I love you too…” Even if I am not able to express it, I hope he knows how much.
I don’t know what real love is, but this moment definitely feels like it.
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✎ sherlock holmes, MIGUEL O'HARA, homelander, DILUC, WRIOTHESLEY, neuvilette, ALHAITHAM, stephen strange, AIZAWA SHOUTA, NANAMI KENTO, logan howlett, frank castle, KAMISATO AYATO (and basically anyone who you wanna put in here but those are my choices, comment/reblog yours) .ᐟ
fun fact about me, i've never been in love. (at least i've never realized it). is this how it feels?
Warnings: Small discussion, SMUT: sex without a condom.
Hi, this is Ray.
In this short excerpt we have Father Strange so in love with one of his devotees, since a little forbidden love never hurt anyone.
This excerpt was taken from a story I've been planning for some time, inspired in Thou Shalt Not Covet by @daydreamtofiction and the song False God by Taylor Swift.
Please let me know what you think and if you think I should start posting the first chapters of this story.
I hope you enjoy it.
-Forgive any grammatical errors, English is not my first language-
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... "I need an answer, God," the priest says, now on his knees, begging the Lord to respond and help him with his dilemma. "I just need an answer."
It is at that exact moment that Strange hears the heavy church door opening and closing, rising to look at the candlelit hallway that highlighted a silhouette so familiar to him.
Stephen feels his breath falter; the vision before him, walking toward him, was wicked and sinful for his thoughts, yet still seemed deliciously divine.
You were there, soaked from the heavy rain falling outside, the dress you had worn earlier at the festival now clinging to your body.
"It’s late," Stephen says, after gathering the courage to finally speak to you. "What are you doing here? You should be home by now."
"I need to confess," you explain, your voice trembling, perhaps a little nervous.
"It’s past midnight, the church is closed, come back tomorrow," he didn't mean to be harsh, but thought it was the only way to get you to leave quickly, though he was wrong.
"I need to confess," you repeat, making it clear you wouldn’t leave until you got what you wanted. "God’s house doesn’t close to a believer, no matter the hour. You, of all people, should know that, Father Strange."
Being called Father Strange by you hurt. Just days ago, you were close, perhaps even friends. He had grown used to hearing your sweet voice calling him Stephen, until he had given in to temptation during the trip to New York. Hearing you be so polite with him now reminded him of how greatly he had erred.
"You’re right," Stephen knew he would regret it, but he already felt so guilty for everything he had done with you that he couldn’t deny your wishes any longer.
The two walk silently to the large confessional in the corner of the church. He could hear everything even through the wooden wall, listening to your trembling breath as you prepared to speak, watching through the small window as you made the sacred sign of the cross.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you begin.
"Tell me what happened, and we will decide your penance."
"I am engaged," the small reminder of this fact made Stephen’s heart ache in his chest. "And he is a good man, a really good man, but I don’t love him. In fact, I feel like I’ve never truly loved him, but my family adores him, and this union would be great for everyone."
"The church does not support a marriage built without true love," the priest says, trying to hide from both you and himself that, in reality, he was more than pleased to know of your lack of love for that idiot your family had chosen for you.
"I know, I know, but I must marry him; it’s what everyone expects of me, what they’ve always wanted for me, and I simply cannot ruin their plans," the pain in your voice and exhaustion was palpable, trying to be the perfect daughter and feeling like you had to carry the world on your shoulders. "So I must marry him, try to love him, respect him, and be faithful to him," you take a deep breath before continuing. "But that’s the problem, Father. I’m in love with another man. More than that, I lay with this man, and forgive my words, but damn, I loved every bit of it."
Stephen says your name in a warning tone. "I think we’d better not talk about this," he doesn’t have time to finish reprimanding you, as you quickly interrupt him.
"But the next day, he left me. He said the best night of my life had been a mistake that couldn’t be repeated, said we should stay away from each other. Suddenly, I lost a faithful friend, a confidant, and he broke my heart."
"Stop, please," he pleads.
"And I should be happy about that," your tone rises, emotions overwhelming you. "I should kneel before God and be thankful, go back to living my life as if none of this had happened, but I can’t."
"Stop," Stephen repeats, not knowing what he could do if this went on.
"I can’t, because all I can think about is him, his voice, his advice, his touch," the sound of your footsteps in the booth is audible. "And I don’t know what to do anymore. I find myself in the middle of the night wishing he were there with me, craving his kiss, touching myself wishing he would touch me that way, desiring every part of him, desiring you."
The priest felt he might explode at any moment, give in to his temptations, and worst of all, he wanted it. He had wanted it for a long time.
The curtain on his side of the booth suddenly opens, and he finds himself face to face with you, panting, still wet from the rain, tears streaking your face.
"So tell me, Father," you move closer to where he was sitting, "tell me what I should do when all I want is you?"
"This...this isn’t right," it was the first time in years Stephen found himself stammering with nervousness.
"I KNOW, DAMN IT, I KNOW," you shout, unable to contain yourself any longer. "But I can’t, I can’t resist anymore. I’ve tried, I’ve been trying since the day I met you, and I know you’ve been trying too. Don’t lie to me."
Your hand rests gently on his face, making him sigh. He had missed your touch so much in the past weeks.
"Please, don’t do this," Strange whispers, looking at you, his beautiful blue eyes now darkened by his dilated pupils. He does nothing to pull away, one of his hands moving directly to your waist.
"Tell me to leave, and I will. I’ll only step into this church again on my wedding day, and then you’ll never see me again. But I know you want me here, I know you want me."
He couldn’t resist anymore, not now, not ever.
Stephen pulls you tightly by the waist, guiding you to sit on his lap, finally kissing you again. This time was different; it wasn’t gentle. Instead, he poured all the longing he had felt into that kiss, aggressively holding you tightly as if you might slip away from his arms at any moment, his hand moving up the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, deepening the kiss even more.
"I missed you," you whisper between kisses.
"I don’t think I could put into words how much I missed you."
His other hand slides down one of your thighs, removing the friction of the wet fabric of your dress from your body. The only thing you could feel in that moment was the immense pleasure of his body’s heat against yours, sighing in pleasure as his finger neared the wetness already forming in your panties.
You are quick to unzip his pants and touch his already hard cock.
Everything happens quickly, both of you burning with desire, just wanting to feel each other and quench the longing that had consumed you for weeks.
He doesn’t even bother removing your panties, just pushing them aside and making you slide down onto his cock, a long moan escaping your lips, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes.
You move, experimenting with the different position, holding onto him even tighter, watching him and unable to contain your sounds of delight with each new movement.
Stephen feels himself nearing the edge, and he doesn’t care if he’s coming too quickly. All he could think about in that moment was how beautiful you looked riding him, the most divine vision he had ever seen in his life. If he were to go to hell for this, it didn’t matter—it was worth it.
He wraps a finger around your necklace, with its silver crucifix, pulling you in for one last kiss as the two of you reach your climax.
You rest your head on his shoulder, recovering, feeling his arms holding you tightly.
"Don’t leave me, Stephen, please," you whisper. "I need you."
"I won’t, not ever," his hand gently caresses your back, comforting you. "I promise you."
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@ironstrange1991 (You commented that I could tag you in the posts about Stephen, so I hope you like it )
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Summary: Stephen goes to Tony for help with some tech, but that's not the real reason he went.
Warnings: bitch bickering, one swear word, fluff
Word Count: 1.1k
Requested
A/n: I had a bit of a hard time figuring this one out but I am so glad I got there and I'm happy with the finished fic. For more fics and drabbles check out my Masterlists!
Apparently the sanctum had a criminal lack of technology and so Stephen decided to turn to the Avengers' resident tech wiz. Tony was more than a little surprised when a certain sorcerer opened a portal into the Avengers tower common room. He thought the request was a little strange but he shrugged it off and agreed to help anyways. He walked down the long hallway from the common room to the elevator and shared a very awkward elevator ride with the sorcerer. When they eventually reached the lab Tony let out a silent sigh of relief at finally having a topic of conversation.
"So, Doc, what are you thinking of? Maybe digitizing that ancient library so you can actually find something in there?"
"The library is fine as it is, it's meant to be ancient"
"So then what tech are you looking for?"
"I thought that the students might appreciate a small computer library, nothing outlandish"
"Oh if you want tech from me you can bet your magical ass it's gonna be outlandish"
Stephen sighed heavily "Are you going to help me Stark? I can go to Best Buy you know"
"Alright, don't get your cape in a twist"
"Cloak"
"Fine, cloak"
Tony sauntered up to a desk and started maneuvering a hologram. It soon displayed the entire Sanctum Sanctorum.
"Where abouts were you thinking?"
"Next to the current library seems like a good spot"
"You got it" Tony replied as he zoomed in and found the room in question "Eugh, is that the only spare room?"
"No but I don't see what's wrong with it"
"It's miniscule!"
"Like you?"
"Watch it Strange, do you want my help or not?"
"Fine" Stephen sighed "What's wrong with the room?"
"You could fit maybe a dozen laptops in there"
"I know"
"Don't you have hundreds of students?"
"Yes, I'm not sure how popular the devices will be so I thought we should start small"
Tony scoffed incredulously "You really have no idea how the world works, do you?"
"I saved this world endlessly, I think I know how it works"
"Did you forget who you're talking to? I've saved this world too, pal"
"I did not forget and I am not your pal. Did you forget my bargaining with Dormammu?"
"Look, you had your thing with doorman, I get it. But I actually saved the world"
"I died thousands of times in a timeloop for years!"
"Yeah but didn't in kind of, not happen?"
"It was a timeloop! It happened for me and Dormammu!"
"Okay, Gandalf, calm down"
"Do not call me Gandalf, Bruce Wayne!"
"Ooh, I thought you were pop culture oblivious"
"I'm not oblivious, I just don't find your constant references amusing"
"They're not constant"
"Yes they are"
"No they're not"
"Yes, they are"
"No, they're not"
"Ye- no! I'm not playing this juvenile game with you"
"Chicken"
"You are such a child!"
"I'm a child? You couldn't even go to Best Buy alone!"
"That's not why I came here!" Stephen blurted out despite himself.
"It's not?"
The sorcerer took a deep breath before answering with a muttered "No"
"Then why are you here?"
"Because" He paused, quickly rethinking all of his life decisions "I wanted to see you"
"Why?" Tony asked, almost afraid of the answer. Afraid that the answer may be the one he hoped it would be and afraid that it may not be.
Stephen's fists clenched by his sides. He wanted to tell Tony why, he wanted to tell him how he felt, he wanted to, but the sharp and witty Stephen Strange was suddenly at a loss for words. All he could do was act. His brain didn't even register that he had crossed the room until his lips crashed against Tony's. It was a quick rough kiss that he pulled away from before it could truly begin. Stephen's eyes searched Tony's, trying to sift through the delicious brown for something, anything, to tell him if what he just did was wrong. Or possibly right.
Tony didn't know what to think, the genius didn't have a single thought in his mind. All he could do was stare into Stephen's icy blue eyes and get lost. A moment of pure, tension-filled silence passed between them. A moment. A moment that could've lasted seconds or a moment that could've lasted hours, neither really knew.
"Tony?" Stephen whispered, a slight shake in his voice "Was that- I-I'm sor-"
Tony cut off Stephen's apology by pressing his lips against Stephen's furiously. Their lips moved together like they were made for each other, facial hair brushing and scratching in just the right way, chests heaving and hands roaming. When they finally parted they were both panting heavily.
"So" Tony stared between gasps for air "A computer library, huh?"
"I had to think of something"
"Yeah but I thought doctors were meant to be smart"
"Don't start with me again Stark"
"Or what? You'll kiss me?"
"I might"
"That's incentive enough, doc. Now, do you want those computers or not"
"No, but I would like something else"
"Yeah, what's that?"
"For you two take this elsewhere?" Bruce chimmed in from the corner.
"What the fuck Bruce?!" Tony blurted out as he spun around to see his teammate at his desk.
"How long have you been standing there?" Stephen asked, a light tone of warning in his voice.
"About five hours or so, Tony, we were working together at 9, did you forget I was here?"
"I-I thought you left"
"I'm standing under an extremely bright light, how did neither of you notice me?"
"I guess we were focused on other things" Stephen answered with a smirk.
"Ooookay, that's enough"
"What?" Tony asked.
"Look, I'm happy for you, I really am. I couldn't take another day of stolen glaces, but you two gotta stop. At least take it outside, I'm working on a PhD here"
"Really Bruce? YOu already have 7, isn't that enough?"
"You know you're probably right. Oh, remind me how many orphans you adopted?"
"Hey! Leave them out of this"
"Okay Tony, why don't we just leave?"
"Why shou-" Tony's sentence trailed off when he saw the look in Stephen's eyes "Yeah okay, great idea"
Stephen raised his hand and with a small, effortless movement, opened up a portal that the two of them stepped through.
The second the portal closed Bruce pulled out his phone and sent a message in a group chat between everyone but Stephen and Tony.
A/N: Hii!!! It's been a while since I have written a fanfic. I have been working with other projects and with well... work. But I had a few ideas tonight that I wanted to type up. So here we go!
Also I will be making a separate post on this but... I have officially cross posted all fanfiction onto Wattpad, AO3, and Quotev! So if you happen to see them over there - yep it's me!
So let's begin
You worked alongside Stephen and Wong in the Sanctorum for about a year now. You were the newest apprentice to Stephen and Wong. You did not come along with a GRAND idea or wanting to fix something. You were looking for another life. Something different than the normal 9 to 5 job of sitting at a desk. You came across Kamar-Taj through another friend of yours. When you arrived, Stephen was unsure of you. You did not want anything grand? You just wanted to do something different?
About a month into your training, you picked up on the mystic arts really quick. It made you happy to train in something that felt fulfilling. Stephen was impressed by you but hid his expression. Wong picked up on this and teased him a lot.
It was when you finished training at Kamar-Taj and you wondered where to go, it was where Stephen offered to study with him. He explained that he and Wong were at the New York Sanctorum. They continued to study and protect that area. You agreed to come with them.
Since working there, you typically studied some books with Wong and asked a lot of questions. How one magic works against another? How do you train with different objects? Stephen would wander into the library and add his knowledge in.
"Actually it works like [insert how the magic works]." Stephen said as you rolled your eyes.
"I know that Stephen! I am asking if we were to use this in an alternative way, what would happen?" You said as Wong shrugged his shoulders.
"She has a point." Wong said as he reached to put a book onto the shelf.
"The normal way to use it -"
"And I think outside the box." You said cutting Stephen off.
This is how it would normally go when the three of you worked together. Even in fights to protect the Sanctorum, you and Stephen bickered.
But you two still had late night conversation at the end of the day. The two of you accidentally made this ritual when you first moved into the Sanctorum. You tend to make hot chocolate late at night then go sit outside in the cool breeze. You found it was a debrief after a day of working. But when you did this at the Sanctorum, you found Stephen also outside nursing a cup of tea. He offered you to sit with him and look at the stars. Since that day, the two of you would do this every time.
Sometimes you would talk about the day. Sometimes you would tease one another. Sometimes you would sit in silence. The two of you grew closer during this time. Neither of you two knew that the first night you two met, both of your hearts skipped a beat.
For you, those late nights made you really look at Stephen as someone more. He made your heart skip a beat. He seemed to care about your well being. He wanted to help you even on small tasks. He just seemed to be around. You loved his methodical mind and how he would study the arts.
For him, those late nights solidified his first feelings for you. While he was unsure of your reason when you arrived at Kamar-Taj, afterwards he thought you were pretty. Your e/c eyes shined bright when you learned something new. He loved how you pushed his methodical thinking. He found you mesmerizing.
It was another day at Sanctorum and you three had to hold off some villains that used snow. They made the Sanctorum really cold and once they finally were defeated, the Sanctorum was still pretty cold.
"Really? Did they have to break the heater?" Wong grumbled.
"I'm really thinking the same thing." You said as you rubbed your arms with your silk gloves (which ended up being your mystic arts item).
"Let's focus on fixing the heater and maybe the Sanctorum can warm up before we go to bed." Stephen said as he floated up the stairs. "I'll be back."
In a matter of a few minutes, Stephen floated back with a sweater. He handed it to you.
"Here Y/n try to stay warm while we work to fix the heater." He said softly.
"Thank you Stephen." You said and you couldn't tell if you blushed because of this or because of the cold.
"You could have at least brought me one too." Wong said and rolled his eyes. "But I'm not the favorite."
Stephen glared at Wong quickly and started to push him towards the heater. It left you questioning how you were Stephen's favorite? You just figured the two of you got along well. You wanted something to be more. Stephen was an attractive man and you really wanted a chance with him. Your late night chats really solidified how he would be a good partner.
You pulled on Stephen's sweater and went to the kitchen to make some hot drinks. You figured once the two of them fixed the heater, they would want drinks. You fixed your hot chocolate, made Wong the same, and then grabbed Stephen's favorite tea Earl Grey. As you were pouring the drinks, you heard the two of the complaining but the heater seemed to kick on.
"Did you two fix it?" You called out.
"No thanks to Stephen." Wong said as he walked into the kitchen.
"I tried to tell you that piece was missing!" Stephen said as he walked into the kitchen. He paused to look at you and stared.
"It was the wrong piece!" Wong yelled back. "Now he's not paying any attention!"
"Here. Let's have some drinks!" You interrupted their bickering.
"Thank you Y/n. Now that we have heat, I'm going to the library." Wong said as he picked up his drink.
"Want to go to our spot?" Stephen asked and took his cup of tea.
"Let's go." You said as the two of you used the portal to go above the city.
The two of you sat down in your chairs and you stared at the stars. It was really beautiful tonight. A lot of stars were out. You felt like Stephen was staring at you and turned to him.
"Sorry Y/n. You look beautiful in my sweater." Stephen said softly. "I was taking you in since Wong interrupted the last time."
"W-What?" You asked.
"Sorry was that too much? We have been working at the Sanctorum for a while and I don't think I have made it as obvious." He sighed and took a sip of his tea. "You made my favorite?"
"You always go for earl grey when we have our late night chats." You said as he smiled.
"I didn't realize you noticed."
"If it's you, I will." You said and then realized what you said. "I- I mean."
"It's okay Y/n. I actually wanted to talk to you tonight." Stephen said as you met his hazel eyes. He reached over and touched your hand.
"Is everything okay Stephen?"
"More than okay. Y/n, since you came to study the mystic arts and worked alongside me, I have really admired you. Your beauty, your mind that thinks outside the box, the way you can make me think and laugh, and so much more. I love you Y/n. I would like to take you on a date, would that be okay?" He said and you felt his hand begin to rub yours softly.
"Stephen... I really admired you and I started to fall for you. I would really like to go on a date with you." You said and smiled at him. "You love me?"
"I started rambling didn't I?" He said and chuckled.
"But that's okay. I still love every part of you." You said as he leaned over.
The two of you shared a kiss under the stars for a couple of minutes. His hand moved off of yours to hold your face. When the two of you broke the kiss, the two of you leaned back in your chairs. You continued to drink your hot cups but this time, you two were holding each other's hands. Soft circles rubbing against your hand in comfort.
