"just tea... with a little honey." hi, i'm honey! early 20’s, she/her. this blog is mostly benedict cumberbatch. a lot of stephen strange, a little sherlock holmes. ✦mind content labeled mature✦
a compilation of all stephen strange content published by me on this blog! key for navigating different themes below; if a fic contains more than one theme, the leading symbol will tell you which theme makes up the majority of the story. series will contain all themes but will be marked only with two main themes! always read chapter warnings. enjoy your reading <3
★= smut (18 and older only)
☁ = angst/hurt
☀= comfort
♥= fluff
series...
♥★ Then There Was You: Stephen Strange x Augustine May. A hard-headed nurse and a cold-hearted doctor. What could possibly go wrong? (Completed, 2nd fic in the works)
oneshots...
romantic
♥★ Touchy: Stephen doesn't mind PDA as much as he once did. Not with you, as he's been showing very well recently.
♥ To Be With You: Stephen x College!Reader... Stephen decides to join you and your friends at the club and offers you a ride home after the fact. Pt. 1 to With You, Again
♥★ With You, Again: Stephen x College!Reader... You and Stephen go on your first date after confessing your feelings to one another. Pt. 2 to To Be With You
♥★ Someone Like You: Dad's Best Friend!Stephen x Reader... When readers' dad gets caught up at work, Stephen takes the reader to dinner, and then has some fun of his own afterward. Pt. 1 to It's Been Five Years.
♥★ It's Been Five Years: Dad's Best Friend!Stephen x Reader... When Stephen visits Atlanta for a conference he runs into a not-so-familiar-anymore face. How has time changed your feelings for one another? Pt. 2 to Someone Like You.
★☁ Someone Like You Too: Dad's Best Friend!Stephen x Reader... The reader has returned to New York and started settling back into life after the opening of her new tattoo shop. Who gets to be a part of this new life? Pt. 3 to Someone Like You
♥ A Sufficient Cuddle Substitute: When Stephen is called away to take care of a little problem, he leaves behind a special friend to keep you company.
♥ Congratulations To Us: When the Avengers attend an award show a few days after you and Stephen are rumored to be together, how will you approach the subject?
♥ Tied Together: Stephen has been thinking about your relationship and where he hopes it will lead.
♥ Truce: A prank war between you and Stephen causes you to admit your feelings to one another.
♥ Flutter: Stephen has seen a change in your attitude towards your peers and Masters at Kamar-Taj as of late, and with your avoidance he has no way to reach you... not without a little disguise, at least.
♥☀ My Doctor: After a minor injury, Stephen retrieves you from the hospital and devotes all his time to doting on you.
★♥ The Full Moon Party: Ever wondered why Wong didn't remember the Full Moon Party in No Way Home?
★ I Could Make It Up To You: Doctor Strange x SugarBaby!Reader... A flirty note and the perfect chemistry leads to an amazing night between you and the Doctor. Pt. 1 to Never Too Tired For You
★♥ Never Too Tired For You: Doctor Strange x SugarBaby!Reader... A long week and intense conversation lead to a steamy, sweet night with your Doctor (who gets to practice with his new knowledge of aftercare). Pt. 2 to I Could Make It Up To You
★♥ Practice Your Patience: Doctor Strange x SugarBaby!Reader... A boring day caring for the Sanctum gets a lot less boring when you get a call from your sugar daddy. Pt. 3 to I Could Make It Up To You and Never Too Tired For You
★ Caught: Stephen catches you (literally) with your hand down your pants.
★♥ I've Got You: You and Stephen have been friends for a while, and when you finally reveal your struggles with physical relationships, you make an offer he could never refuse.
★ Show Me What You've Got, Old Man: After weeks of teasing back and forth, Stephen is finally at his breaking point.
★♥ That's A First: Reader's first time receiving oral from Defender Strange.
★ The Librarian: A Stephen in his junior year of college decides his favorite place on campus has to be the library… but only because of the librarian.
★ Test #4: Stephen's senses are overcome by a powerful botanical substance that takes hold of his primal lust, and you are the object of his desires.
★ Roped In: The cockiest variant of Stephen likes to have you completely at his disposal.
☁☀ What I Took From You: Doctor Strange!Supreme x Reader... You and Stephen get in a fight which results in a severe outburst and a long conversation.
☁★ The Sun Rises: Doctor!Strange x Avenger!Reader in which reader is taken by HYDRA before her and Stephen sort out their feelings for one another.
☁♥ Different: Based on the song Different by Joshua Bassett, Stephen and you reunite after time apart. But is there any hope to turn your relationship around?
☁☀ Don’t Fail Me Now: After learning what Stephen became in the aftermath of saving you and the rest of the universe from certain death, you decide to pay him a visit.
☁♥ Selfish: You cannot stand Stephen Strange. Arrogant, hard headed, and selfish. But maybe there's more to it than you realize?
★♥ Just Like This: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader… Stephen has been overworking himself… as leader of the Defenders and Sorcerer Supreme, what else did you expect? But you just want him to have a nice, relaxing night with you. Will he relent and what do you have planned?
platonic
☁☀ You're Okay, Kid: Stephen catches you in the middle of a temper tantrum after a rough few months... you'd have never expected him to comfort you.
☁☀ I Can Do That: A drunk reader having a hard time is comforted by Stephen in the courtyard. Same reader as You're Okay, Kid.
drabbles...
romantic
♥☀ Hot and Cold Comfort: Stephen using magic to help you when your overheated or too cold.
♥ Relaxed Valentine's Day: You and Stephen are reminded you've completely forgotten Valentine's day.
★♥ Treating Defender: You show Defender a good time after he's had a rough day.
★ How To Touch You: Stephen learning how to make you feel good after the accident.
★ Late: Stephen knows exactly how to get back in your good graces... and you know exactly how to use it to your advantage.
★ Road Head: You're desperate in the car, but since Stephen is distracted with the road, you'll have to find another way to entertain yourself.
★ Kitchen Quickie: You wake up to find your boyfriend missing from bed, but quickly track him back to the kitchen where the food isn't the only thing that looks delicious.
★ Toy: Stephen wrapped and bound.
★ Good Boy: Defender Strange discovers he likes when you praise him in a very particular way.
★ An Accident: Stephen gets a little over excited by your kisses between the shelves in the library.
★♥ Dad-Core: Stephen’s errand running outfit has your mind and hands wandering.
☁★ Argument Resolved: You and Stephen get into a fight resulting in you giving him the cold shoulder for three days, until he has you trapped in the shower.
♥ Lazy Time: You wake up next to your boyfriend who has a bit of time to laze around with you on a peaceful Friday morning.
☁☀ I See You: Your mental health has been staggering recently, an in a few short days you seem to take a nose-dive, but Doctor Stephen Strange is there for you to lean on.
☁☀ Back To Bed: The reader wakes up in the middle of the night to find Stephen brooding. After some light conversation and laughs he reveals what had him so upset.
nerd!strange drabbles...
★ the first touch
★ expo
★ the first taste
★ heaven
♥☁ party girl prissy
platonic
headcanons...
romantic
★ Roleplay: Stephen has a penchant for a few different roleplays.
I know this is a bit unusual, but I'm a writer too and I'm getting back into writing for the Benedict fandom, and you and other writers here on Tumblr have been a great motivation for that.
So if you have any ideas or anything you'd like to read with any of Benedict's characters, I'm here to write.
I hope you have a good day!
(I love Stephen and Augustine, I miss them and I really love your writing💞)
Sorry about my english, this is not my first language.
saying “sorry about my english” after writing the most grammatically correct ask i’ve ever seen in my life is crazy. bby ur doing amazing <3
i will say, things have been slow in the doctor strange fandom as of late. as you can tell from ttwy im a huge fan of pre-accident stephen. there’s a lot of room to explore some fun personality traits there. and because we know so little about him in the mcu, he can really be whatever you want so i’d say that’s the best place to start!
also thank you so much for the kind words ❤️ much love.
^^^ very this energy tonight. thank you to @amaratas for the idea :)) no smut, a lil' angst, a lot of fluff.
warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, cheating.
word count: 5,402
Nerd!Stephen jumps a mile high when his phone goes off at ten o’clock on a Friday night.
That never happened to him.
Even stranger, the ringtone that came out of the phone was “Candy Shop” by 50 Cent, which he most certainly had not purchased on his own accord.
But of course, he knew who would.
Nerd!Strange rubs his eyes, reaching for his phone and flipping it open. As expected, he sees your name lit up on the display.
You’ve never called him before. Hell, the two of you hardly ever texted aside from the occasional confirmation of a tutoring session or perhaps a cheeky comment on events that had transpired during the so-called tutoring session. But… even that had come to a slow stop since you started talking to some new guy at the start of the month. You were so stereotypically popular girl on the outside, but your moral compass was a bit different than those you hung out with. More simply put: You were loyal.
You hadn’t laid a hand on him since you started dating this dumb ass jock— not so much as a flirty comment. He was suffering.
This phone call was a welcome development.
Pressing the answer call button he puts the phone to his ear and answers, “Hello?”
“Stephen?” You ask, “Stephen s’that you?” You slur out.
Nerd!Strange immediately goes on high alert. He knew something was wrong. He could tell you were blasted from the simple five words you’d said. You were typically so articulate— even if it was in a colder, crueler manner. But now you sounded out of it, as though you weren’t certain the words you said were leaving your lips at all.
For all the partying you did, you had a strict rule about not getting drunk. Your sorority was insane about anything that could be perceived as disorderly conduct and you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your PR position. So something was very wrong.
“Hey Prissy,” Stephen says again, voice softer but more alert, “what’s going on?”
He can hear the bump of music in the background mixed with a cacophony of voices; Yelling, laughter, the sound of a splash followed by cheering.
“I-I was gonna’ ask you for somethin’ but now… now you picked up n’ I feel weird,” You answer. “Because it’s late n’ I didn’t really ‘spect you to answer.”
“Well I’m here,” Stephen reassures. “I’m awake. What did you wanna’ ask me?”
There’s a pause, a random whoop from a male voice followed by what sounds like another splash and a round of applause.
“I um…” You give a little hiccup before replying, “I guess I was just wondering— well, I was wondering’ somethin’. But now I don’t think maybe you should? It’s late, you know? It is late, right?” You reiterate your same hesitancy as before. “I don’t know, my head hurts and I can’t think…” You rush out, all of your words slurred into one another in an embarrassed, obviously drunken stupor. “So, I guess actually never mind. I shouldn’t’ve called, m’sorry. I’m gonna’ go—”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Stephen exclaims, already on his feet searching for a pair of socks to pull onto his feet. “You’re okay, you can talk to me. What’s wrong? Talk to me, Prissy.”
“M’at a party,” You say sadly. “It’s loud.”
“I know, I can hear,” Stephen agrees. “Is that all that’s wrong?”
“No…” you say, voice cracking. “I… I saw something I didn’t wanna’ see. And then I drank but I don’t drink n’ so I drank too much. N’ now everything is spinny and I wanna’ cry.”
Stephen nods though you can’t see him. Gently he asks, “Do you want to leave?”
“Y-yeah,” You agree. “Wanna’ go. Wanted to come see you. It… it’s quiet with you. Need things to be quiet.”
“Alright.” Stephen has already shoved on his shoes and is in the midst of dragging a sweatshirt over his head. He fumbles around in the dim light, looking for his apartment keys as he says, “I’m gonna’ come get you, okay? Where are you at?”
“M’at… a house,” You say very helpfully.
Stephen holds back a sigh and presses, “What house, Prissy?”
“Oh, um… hold on a sec.” Stephen hears your phone bump against something and then your muffled voice along with another much louder one. After a couple of long, worrisome minutes your voice returns. “I… I don’t know the exact address, m’sorry. But you know Riverside Drive? S’one of the houses there.”
“Riverside Drive is good, thank you,” Stephen agrees, taking the steps downstairs two at a time. “I’m gonna’ get a cab and I’ll be there soon. Will you do me a favor and wait out front? Don’t wait too close to the street, stay back by the house!” He specifies quickly. “But be waiting for me, okay?”
“C’n I sit on the porch?” You ask.
“Yeah. The porch is a good place to wait. I’ll come get you when I’m there.”
“‘Kay,” You murmur. “I um… my phone’s almost dying. I should hang up now so it doesn’t die, right?”
“That’s a good idea,” Stephen agrees. “Hang up but keep it on in case I need to call you, yeah?”
“Yeah. M’goin’ to the porch now.”
“Okay. Sit and wait for me. I’ll be about thirty minutes.”
You give a little whine, “Thirty?”
“Prissy, what do you want me to do, Sweetheart? I live off campus. Just sit tight. I’ll be there as soon as I can— and don’t drink any more, okay?”
“M’kay,” You say with a heavy sigh.
“I’ll see you soon.”
“See… soon,” You say before promptly hanging up.
***
Nerd!Stephen apologizes to the cab driver as they drive slowly down Riverside Drive. The driver waves him off, and to Stephen’s delight, takes him straight to the correct house.
At least it seemed like the correct house. All of the lights were on, the sidewalk, porch, and bottom floor littered with party-goers. Trashy music was pumping from speakers somewhere behind the house, and there were plenty of drunks in a stupor speaking way too loudly.
Stephen pauses before leaving the cab and promises, “I’ll be right back.”
The driver shrugs, “Meter’s runnin’, Kid. It’s on your dime.”
Nerd!Stephen shuts the door behind him, immediately shoving his hands in his pockets, shoulders tensing at the nip of the air. He makes his way up the driveway, his head low and hood pulled over his head. He didn’t like it here. It was too overstimulating— too much of everything. From the number of people to the music to the conversations to the smells. It was all just too much.
He’d never understand how you did this. How could you stand wading through the sea of people, drinks spilling, laughter echoing, off-handed remarks from people you barely knew? And you knew so many people. It was practically your job as PR chair for your sorority.
You didn’t just know these people, you knew about them. You knew who to go to when you needed a favor, who to talk to when something got out of hand, who could offer support— particularly monetary support. You were good at what you did from what he’d seen, but Stephen couldn’t understand why you did it at all.
Nerd!Stephen stops in his tracks when he looks up from the pavement to find you on the porch— not in fact sitting and waiting patiently— but rather standing on one of the outdoor tables dancing.
Nerd!Stephen, despite his initial shock and judgment, has to admit you look gorgeous. One of your signature miniskirts sits on your hips. Tonight it’s a light blue denim skirt with silver gems in the shape of hearts on the butt pockets. You wear a hot pink spaghetti strap tank top layered over another electric blue tank with thicker straps. He’d love to know what shoes you were wearing but they weren’t currently on your feet. Your hair looked as perfect as ever, and it always looked perfect, though even from several yards away he could tell that you mascara was starting to run.
Heaving a sigh, Stephen sets forward, walking up the porch steps and stopping in front of the table you’re currently dancing on. A small crowd has gathered by your side, whistling and jeering you on. Girls giggle and whisper to one another, boys smirk and strip you down with their eyes.
One guy drops his cup beneath the table, the liquid spilling over the porch and bleeding through the cracks in the wood. He takes his time bending down to pick it up, and then shamelessly looks up, taking in a full view of what’s hidden under your skirt.
Nerd!Stephen scowls and stomps over. He shoves his way through the crowd, his broad shoulders the only thing giving him any edge on the jocks staring with their mouths open like you’re a piece of meat. He blanches at the sight. None of them should be seeing you like this— much less touching you in this state. Stephen silently seethes as some rando reaches out to try and pet you, though you swat the wandering hand away.
Having seen more than enough of this spectacle, Stephen reaches out and bangs against the metal table, the vibration traveling up his arms.
You don’t seem to notice though, arms thrown above your head as you sway your hips to the music. You spin in a circle before dropping it low and then resting on your knees. You swing your head back and forth, hair flying around in far too glamorous a manner for the current setting.
“Prissy!” He calls over the music, but you’re too in your zone to take notice.
You manage to stand back up, hands reaching for the sky as you spin in a circle, your eyes closed as you feel your own imaginary beat, a silent sort of intent etched into your features.
If only he could get you to focus like that during a study session.
Stephen huffs and reaches out, gently taking hold of your wrist. You whip your head around toward him, eyes blazing and lips parted as though you intend to tell him off for daring to touch you. Luckily, you recognize him in your drunken haze and the fire melts away, immediately replaced with something more akin to embarrassment.
“Let’s go,” Stephen grits out, not angry with you, but incredibly on edge with the small crowd gathered around listening to and watching his every move. “Now.”
Your brow tenses, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “I didn’t… are you mad at me?”
Stephen gives a soft sigh, takes in a deep breath, and denies, “No, I’m not mad, Prissy. I just…” He glances nervously toward the Peeping Tom he’d caught in the act. He lowers his voice and explains, “I just want to get you out of here. It doesn’t feel safe.”
You seem to relax a bit at this, nodding your understanding. You slowly sit, legs hanging off the table and look down at your feet, declaring, “I’m not wearing shoes.”
Stephen smiles a bit at this and agrees, “No, you’re not. Where are they?”
“They’re...” You gesture vaguely to the outdoor couch sitting against the wall. “I tripped n’ took ‘em off,” You say, pointing to your knee that’s been thoroughly scratched up.
You crouch down, getting yourself lower to the surface of the table so you can sit and slide off. Stephen offers you his hand and instead of letting you sit on the filthy tabletop, he extends an arm and swiftly pulls you to his side. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, legs around his waist, a soft squeak leaving your parted lips at the sudden action.
Soft jeers sound from the surrounding crowd, a few boys whistling, and some of the girls behind you whispering.
Nerd!Strange can feel you staring up at him wide-eyed as he reaches over and snatches up your wedges from the couch. He can hear different conversations breaking out around you.
“Hey, Y/N! Who’s your new boyfriend?”
“Have you ever seen him before?”
“No… he’s kinda’ cute.”
“Wait, does she know him?”
“There are bedrooms upstairs if you two need one!”
As quickly as possible, Stephen scales down the porch steps and sets off back toward the cab. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, listening to the noise from the party fade as Stephen walks toward the road. The sidewalk seems to move swiftly beneath you. Stephen’s gait is large and steady, the subtle sway causing your eyes to grow heavy.
“I din’t know you were so strong…” You mumble into his shoulder. “S’hot.”
Stephen gives a small chuckle at this but denies, “I’m not really that strong, Prissy. Just fit enough to get by.”
You agree, “You are fit. You’ve got abs n’ nice arms.” Stephen snorts at this, but you insist, “I bet if you dressed better people’d notice more often.”
“Don’t care if people notice or not.”
“I’d notice…” You say, “I’d like it.”
Stephen seems to contemplate before admitting, “I would care about that.”
You give a pleased-sounding hum at that. The gentle sway of Stephen’s gait stops as Stephen pulls open the cab door. Stephen presses your face to his chest and a covers the top of your head with one hand as he slides the two of you into the cab. He shuts the door and asks, “Where are you going, Prissy? Back to the GBP house?”
“No,” You murmur. “It’s stupid there, I don’ wanna’ go there.” You pull your face from his chest and stare up at him teary-eyed, “C’n I go home with you? I-I can sleep on tha’ floor or somethin’—“
Stephen doesn’t let you finish, simply giving the cab driver his address and relaxing back into the seat. He keeps one hand wrapped around his waist and the other cradling the back of your head, protecting you from bumping it against the hard window. You settle into his embrace, a small pout on your lips.
“The music’s’too loud,” You mutter.
Stephen looks down at you and informs, “There’s no music playing.”
You blink up at him, “Are you sure?”
“Um… yeah, I’m sure. Jeez, Prissy, just how much did you drink?” You give a small shrug. “You don’t usually drink this much. Not enough to call me, anyway. What happened?”
Your eyes flit toward the cab driver before you mutter, “Don’ wanna’ talk ‘bout it.”
Stephen seems to get the hint and agrees, “Okay. We don’t have to talk about it then.”
“‘Kay…” You yawn, “M’gonna… wanna take a nap.”
“You can. I’ll have to wake up when we get to my place.”
“Mm…” You hum before knocking out.
He’d never seen you messy like this. Never seen or heard you wasted. He knew from conversation that you didn’t like being like this, so he couldn’t help but wonder what had pushed you past your limit for the night. Your emotions tended to run high, but you could usually keep a level head when in the public eye.
Whatever had happened was no business of his for now. He just wanted to see to it that you got a good night’s sleep somewhere safe.
***
Nerd!Stephen helps you stumble up his apartment steps, legs wobbling like a baby giraffe. In all honesty, whatever you were doing couldn’t be defined as walking. You were only getting from point A to point B thanks to Stephen practically dragging you.
“Are we there yet?” You whine, vision blurry as you look at the moving stairs.
“Almost there, Prissy,” He agrees, sounding slightly out of breath.
Outside his apartment, he props you against the wall and quickly unlocks the door, ushering you inside.
It’s dark. The one little rectangular window you can make out above his kitchenette not letting much light into the room. It was a small room. It couldn’t have been much bigger than your own in the sorority house… and his included his kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom all in one.
It was surprisingly tidy. Most boys rooms were icky… trash everywhere and the smell of BO. Stephen’s wasn’t icky. It was spotless, actually. And the only smell was him.
“M’tired,” You mumble, leaning back against the door. “Can I go to bed?”
Stephen nods but asks, “Don’t you wanna’ change clothes first? Or maybe… I dunno’, eat something? Drink some water?”
You frown, bottom lip sticking out into a pout, “I don’t have clothes.”
“You can just wear some of mine?” He suggests.
You consider a moment before relenting a nod, “Okay.”
“Okay,” Stephen agrees. “Stand right there.”
You nod and watch as he walks over to a chest of drawers against the wall. An old TV sits atop it, facing his bed. Some books are stacked next to it, as well as some binders. He loved binders.
And apparently music. Band posters were plastered on nearly every inch of wall space available around his bed. You couldn’t exactly make them all out at the moment, but you could see AC/DC… KISS… those were the big letters.
You barely notice he’s returned to your side until you feel a soft hand on your arm.
He puts a balled-up tee in your hands and nods to another door next to the chest of drawers, “Bathroom through that door. I um… there’s some face wash on the counter too if you want that.”
You shake your head, “Can’t see me without makeup.”
His brows knit together, “Can’t? Why not?”
“Mm… don’t look as good,” You try to explain. “Skin’s all blotchy and I’ve got pimples… n’ I just look better like this.” You walk toward the bathroom unsteadily and promise, “Be right back.”
You manage to shimmy out of your tight skirt somehow. Though it does somehow get caught on one of your platform wedges. You finally rip it off and the wedge flys through the air, smacking into the shower wall and landing in the bathtub with a heavy thunk.
“Everything okay?” You hear Stephen call from outside.
“Y-yea!” You call back, tugging off the other wedge and throwing it to the ground, “M’okay!”
“Okay…” He answers, sounding not entirely convinced.
Finding the toilet, you sit down and take a quick pee. At the same time, you peel your tube top off and unfasten your bra. You let your shoulders slump, leaning against the bathroom counter and fighting the urge to close your eyes.
Finally, you stand and flush the toilet, stumbling against the sink and turning on the water. You wash your hands slowly, fascinated by the feel of the water flowing between your fingers.
You look at the various toiletries laid out on the sink; Toothbrush, toothpaste, a comb, some styling product that you don’t think he’d ever used before in his life, cologne, deodorant, and the face wash. It was one of those ones you saw advertisements for all the time. You think you might have used the same one in high school? You can’t remember now.
For a long time you debate whether or not to use it. You really should. Your skin always looked awful when you left your makeup on overnight. Besides, it felt so nice to have a clean face.
But it felt even better to look hot. You didn’t feel that way with your bare face. Besides, you didn’t want to shatter the fantasy Stephen had created of you in his mind.
Yeah, it was better to leave the makeup on.
You finally tug the tee over your head, pleased by the softness of the material. Reaching up, you tie your hair into a
bun at the top of your head.
You walk back out into the main room and find Stephen sitting on the edge of his bed, hands clasped together as he stares at the floor. Those floorboards creek as you reenter the room and his head snaps up toward you. His gaze softens as it lands on you, eyes carefully observing the sight of you in his shirt.
He pats the bed next to him and entices, “C’mere. Got you some grapes.”
You feel your eyes light up at the offering. You scamper over, crawling onto the bed and sitting cross-cross. Stephen hands you a small bowl of freshly washed grapes and you immediately begin devouring them.
He smiles, reaching over and pulling a glass of water from his nightstand. He watches you eat your grapes in silence before suggesting, “Drink a bit of this, Prissy.” You turn your nose up, shoveling several more grapes into your mouth and he sighs. “Look, it’ll make waking up easier, right? You don’t even have to drink the whole glass. Just take a few sips for me.”
You give a little grunt but place the glass in your lap. You reach out, carefully taking the glass from his hands. You spill a bit on the mattress and mutter, “Fuck… dammit.”
“It’s alright,” He soothes. “Just water. It’ll dry.”
You nod, relieved you haven’t upset him, and take a small sip of the water. In all fairness, it tastes a lot better than the many, many spiked punches you’d had that evening.
Seemingly content with this progress, Stephen stands from the bed and announces, “I’m going to get ready for bed. I’ll be in the bathroom if you need me. I’m not gonna’ shower or anything, so it shouldn’t take long.
You nod, scooting back on the bed so your back is against the wall, your grapes still firmly in hand, a few more droplets of water splashing out the side of the cup. Stephen gives you a lopsided smile and stands from the bed with a sigh, reaching over and grabbing some clothes he’d found for himself while you were changing.
Nerd!Stephen closes the bathroom door and smiles as he looks around at your clothes strewn about… where was your other shoe?
***
Nerd!Stephen comes back out into his room, face washed, teeth brushed, and pajamas on, he finds you now sitting with your back to him looking up at his wall. Your eyes travel slowly over the posters one by one, your lips moving as you read silently. The grape bowl had been discarded to your side, but the water glass was now held up to those barely moving lips. Every once in a while you would pause, taking a small sip from it.
“You um… you ready to sleep?” Stephen asks, trying not to startle you.
“I like your posters,” You reply softly, eyes going in and out of focus.
“Oh, thanks,” He says, reaching back to rub at his neck. It always hurt. All of his hobbies including craning his neck up or down for long periods of time. “You uh… you like Green Day, right? You have one of their posters. And The Cranberries.”
You nod slowly, “Yeah. But none of the other girls really listen to them,” You say wistfully, You reach up and point to the Nirvana poster, “I’ve been getting into their stuff recently too.”
“Yeah? They’re really good,” Stephen says, walking over to the bed and shoving his hands into the pockets of his flannel pants.
“Yeah…”
“You know, if you ever wanted to talk about music or… I dunno’ go to a concert… I think it’d be fun,” Stephen offers without too much thought.
Not like you’d remember any of this in the morning anyway.
He hoped you wouldn’t at least. You seemed to be slowly sobering up.
You turn and look at him over your shoulder, eyes heavy but still somehow full of light. Teasingly you ask, “Did you just ask me on a date, Strange?”
“W-what?” Stephen sputters out, cheeks turning red at the accusation. “No! I was just… I just thought since you said none of your friends are really into the same music you’re into—“
“That’s too bad,” You shrug, turning back around to continue your study of the posters, “I think it’d make a good date.”
Rocking back on his heels Stephen asks skeptically, “Would… would you have said yes? If it were a date?”
“Guess we’ll never know,” You murmur, humor evident in your tone.
Stephen gives something between a huff and a laugh before asking once more, “Are you ready for bed, Prissy?”
You give small sigh and turn to face him, nodding as you extend the glass of water his way. Stephen takes both it and the bowl formerly full of grapes and walks them to the sink.
Behind him you ask, “Do you want me to sleep on the floor? I really don’t mind—“
“You aren’t sleeping on the floor, Prissy. Take the bed. I’ll take the floor,” He answers definitively.
You frown, “I… are you sure? I feel bad.”
“Don’t feel bad. I’m offering,” He answers, walking back over to the bed and plucking one of the two pillows from atop the mattress. “Accidentally fallen asleep down here plenty of times while studying… better than falling asleep at my desk at least.”
Your frown deepens before you suggest, “What if we just… shared the bed?”
Stephen pauses at this. He looks you up and down as if trying to physically assess whether or not you’re sober enough to be making such an offer.
He was a good guy.
It was literally the bare minimum, but it was more than most frat boys you know would do. Or… less than most frat boys would do, you supposed.
“I promise it’s okay,” You say. “Besides… it’s nice sleeping next to someone. I… I could use it right now.”
Stephen’s eyes go wide as your bottom lip wobbles. He quickly chucks the pillow back onto the bed and takes a seat next to you. That’s all it takes for you to throw your arms around his neck, leaning against him and letting out a sob.
Nerd!Stephen is woefully unprepared to comfort a female in distress. He’d never been good at comforting anyone. But he puts an arm around you and lets you cry for a while in silence, his hand gently running up and down your back.
“C-can we lay down?” You sob out, “M’head hurts s’bad.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Stephen nods quickly, turning around to rearrange the pillows before guiding you to crawl onto the bed.
Once you’re settled, Stephen turns and lays next to you, frowning at your blotchy face in the dim light of the lamp on his bedside table. You give a little groan and roll closer to him, burying your face in his chest.
Stephen resumes his position, a hand on your back and his chin resting lightly against the top of your head. He lets you take a moment to settle, listening to your sniffles and unadulterated sobs.
Maybe you were still drunk? Drunk enough to break down in front of him of all people. Or maybe it was because it was him. Because you didn’t feel the need to put on your perfect, preppy, prissy little sorority girl act in front of him.
Nerd!Strange finds some odd pride in that fact.
“What happened?” He finally asks, voice an octave lower, a touch softer than normal. “What’s wrong?”
You sniffle and ask, “Y-you remember the guy you saw me with the other day in the library?”
Oh yes, Stephen remembered. Remembered the gut-wrenching jealousy he’d experienced seeing another guy wrap you up in his arms and run his hands all over your body. Some meathead still wearing a varsity jacket from high school.
“Yeah,” Stephen answers, sounding a bit hoarse.
“H-he w-was with a-a-another girl,” You sob out. “He w-was kissing her r-right in front of me! I o-only w-went to that stupid party for him! H-he invited me! It’s why I moved our F-Friday session to t-t-tomorrow!”
Stephen lets out a deep sigh, resting his head against the top of yours and mutters, “I’m sorry. That’s… that’s really messed up.”
“I know, right!” You exclaim, tears still streaming down your face. “A-and she wasn’t—“ You hiccup in the middle of your rant, “W-wasn’t even as pretty as me!” Despite the tears you shed as you say it, Stephen can’t help but chuckle. You pull away from him and give his arm a weak swat, whining, “S’not funny, Stephen!”
He rushes to correct, “No! No, of course it isn’t. I’m only— I just think it’s good you know how pretty you are, Prissy. Good that you’ve got confidence.”
You nod and answer in a huff, “I do.”
“I know,” He rubs his hand over your back softly, nodding along to everything you say. “You’re confident and… and fucking gorgeous. So why are you sitting here crying over some loser who peaked in high school?” You give a little giggle to this and Stephen continues, “I mean, c’mon… who still wears their varsity jacket after high school? Really, you could do a lot better than that, Prissy.”
You give a small hum in agreement, “I could do better. He wasn’t even smart. He could only speak in three to five word sentences.”
Stephen scoffs, looking over your sad face and tired eyes, “Sounds riveting.”
“Well not every guy is as smart as you are, Nerd,” You say dryly, pushing your shoulder gently into his side, reaching up to wipe the fresh mascara streaks off your face.
“If he were half as smart as I was, he would’ve known how crazy lucky he was to have a shot with you,” Stephen murmurs softly.
Your eyes grow heavier by the moment, eyelids drooping as you turn to stare up at him. Stephen’s heart pounds against his chest as you lean over and place a soft kiss against his cheek. His entire body goes rigid, afraid you might try something more in your drunken state.
But you don’t. Instead, you just pull back to look at him and murmur, “You’re sweet, Stephen. Thanks…” You give a small yawn, letting your head sink into the pillow before finishing, “for tonight.”
Nerd!Strange feels his heart stutter at the sweet sentiment. He gives a soft smile and murmurs, “Any time, Prissy.” You give a sleepy smile and snuggle closer, burying your face in his chest. “Sleep well.”
^^^ very this energy tonight. thank you to @amaratas for the idea :)) no smut, a lil' angst, a lot of fluff.
warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, cheating.
word count: 5,402
Nerd!Stephen jumps a mile high when his phone goes off at ten o’clock on a Friday night.
That never happened to him.
Even stranger, the ringtone that came out of the phone was “Candy Shop” by 50 Cent, which he most certainly had not purchased on his own accord.
But of course, he knew who would.
Nerd!Strange rubs his eyes, reaching for his phone and flipping it open. As expected, he sees your name lit up on the display.
You’ve never called him before. Hell, the two of you hardly ever texted aside from the occasional confirmation of a tutoring session or perhaps a cheeky comment on events that had transpired during the so-called tutoring session. But… even that had come to a slow stop since you started talking to some new guy at the start of the month. You were so stereotypically popular girl on the outside, but your moral compass was a bit different than those you hung out with. More simply put: You were loyal.
You hadn’t laid a hand on him since you started dating this dumb ass jock— not so much as a flirty comment. He was suffering.
This phone call was a welcome development.
Pressing the answer call button he puts the phone to his ear and answers, “Hello?”
“Stephen?” You ask, “Stephen s’that you?” You slur out.
Nerd!Strange immediately goes on high alert. He knew something was wrong. He could tell you were blasted from the simple five words you’d said. You were typically so articulate— even if it was in a colder, crueler manner. But now you sounded out of it, as though you weren’t certain the words you said were leaving your lips at all.
For all the partying you did, you had a strict rule about not getting drunk. Your sorority was insane about anything that could be perceived as disorderly conduct and you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your PR position. So something was very wrong.
“Hey Prissy,” Stephen says again, voice softer but more alert, “what’s going on?”
He can hear the bump of music in the background mixed with a cacophony of voices; Yelling, laughter, the sound of a splash followed by cheering.
“I-I was gonna’ ask you for somethin’ but now… now you picked up n’ I feel weird,” You answer. “Because it’s late n’ I didn’t really ‘spect you to answer.”
“Well I’m here,” Stephen reassures. “I’m awake. What did you wanna’ ask me?”
There’s a pause, a random whoop from a male voice followed by what sounds like another splash and a round of applause.
“I um…” You give a little hiccup before replying, “I guess I was just wondering— well, I was wondering’ somethin’. But now I don’t think maybe you should? It’s late, you know? It is late, right?” You reiterate your same hesitancy as before. “I don’t know, my head hurts and I can’t think…” You rush out, all of your words slurred into one another in an embarrassed, obviously drunken stupor. “So, I guess actually never mind. I shouldn’t’ve called, m’sorry. I’m gonna’ go—”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Stephen exclaims, already on his feet searching for a pair of socks to pull onto his feet. “You’re okay, you can talk to me. What’s wrong? Talk to me, Prissy.”
“M’at a party,” You say sadly. “It’s loud.”
“I know, I can hear,” Stephen agrees. “Is that all that’s wrong?”
“No…” you say, voice cracking. “I… I saw something I didn’t wanna’ see. And then I drank but I don’t drink n’ so I drank too much. N’ now everything is spinny and I wanna’ cry.”
Stephen nods though you can’t see him. Gently he asks, “Do you want to leave?”
“Y-yeah,” You agree. “Wanna’ go. Wanted to come see you. It… it’s quiet with you. Need things to be quiet.”
“Alright.” Stephen has already shoved on his shoes and is in the midst of dragging a sweatshirt over his head. He fumbles around in the dim light, looking for his apartment keys as he says, “I’m gonna’ come get you, okay? Where are you at?”
“M’at… a house,” You say very helpfully.
Stephen holds back a sigh and presses, “What house, Prissy?”
“Oh, um… hold on a sec.” Stephen hears your phone bump against something and then your muffled voice along with another much louder one. After a couple of long, worrisome minutes your voice returns. “I… I don’t know the exact address, m’sorry. But you know Riverside Drive? S’one of the houses there.”
“Riverside Drive is good, thank you,” Stephen agrees, taking the steps downstairs two at a time. “I’m gonna’ get a cab and I’ll be there soon. Will you do me a favor and wait out front? Don’t wait too close to the street, stay back by the house!” He specifies quickly. “But be waiting for me, okay?”
“C’n I sit on the porch?” You ask.
“Yeah. The porch is a good place to wait. I’ll come get you when I’m there.”
“‘Kay,” You murmur. “I um… my phone’s almost dying. I should hang up now so it doesn’t die, right?”
“That’s a good idea,” Stephen agrees. “Hang up but keep it on in case I need to call you, yeah?”
“Yeah. M’goin’ to the porch now.”
“Okay. Sit and wait for me. I’ll be about thirty minutes.”
You give a little whine, “Thirty?”
“Prissy, what do you want me to do, Sweetheart? I live off campus. Just sit tight. I’ll be there as soon as I can— and don’t drink any more, okay?”
“M’kay,” You say with a heavy sigh.
“I’ll see you soon.”
“See… soon,” You say before promptly hanging up.
***
Nerd!Stephen apologizes to the cab driver as they drive slowly down Riverside Drive. The driver waves him off, and to Stephen’s delight, takes him straight to the correct house.
At least it seemed like the correct house. All of the lights were on, the sidewalk, porch, and bottom floor littered with party-goers. Trashy music was pumping from speakers somewhere behind the house, and there were plenty of drunks in a stupor speaking way too loudly.
Stephen pauses before leaving the cab and promises, “I’ll be right back.”
The driver shrugs, “Meter’s runnin’, Kid. It’s on your dime.”
Nerd!Stephen shuts the door behind him, immediately shoving his hands in his pockets, shoulders tensing at the nip of the air. He makes his way up the driveway, his head low and hood pulled over his head. He didn’t like it here. It was too overstimulating— too much of everything. From the number of people to the music to the conversations to the smells. It was all just too much.
He’d never understand how you did this. How could you stand wading through the sea of people, drinks spilling, laughter echoing, off-handed remarks from people you barely knew? And you knew so many people. It was practically your job as PR chair for your sorority.
You didn’t just know these people, you knew about them. You knew who to go to when you needed a favor, who to talk to when something got out of hand, who could offer support— particularly monetary support. You were good at what you did from what he’d seen, but Stephen couldn’t understand why you did it at all.
Nerd!Stephen stops in his tracks when he looks up from the pavement to find you on the porch— not in fact sitting and waiting patiently— but rather standing on one of the outdoor tables dancing.
Nerd!Stephen, despite his initial shock and judgment, has to admit you look gorgeous. One of your signature miniskirts sits on your hips. Tonight it’s a light blue denim skirt with silver gems in the shape of hearts on the butt pockets. You wear a hot pink spaghetti strap tank top layered over another electric blue tank with thicker straps. He’d love to know what shoes you were wearing but they weren’t currently on your feet. Your hair looked as perfect as ever, and it always looked perfect, though even from several yards away he could tell that you mascara was starting to run.
Heaving a sigh, Stephen sets forward, walking up the porch steps and stopping in front of the table you’re currently dancing on. A small crowd has gathered by your side, whistling and jeering you on. Girls giggle and whisper to one another, boys smirk and strip you down with their eyes.
One guy drops his cup beneath the table, the liquid spilling over the porch and bleeding through the cracks in the wood. He takes his time bending down to pick it up, and then shamelessly looks up, taking in a full view of what’s hidden under your skirt.
Nerd!Stephen scowls and stomps over. He shoves his way through the crowd, his broad shoulders the only thing giving him any edge on the jocks staring with their mouths open like you’re a piece of meat. He blanches at the sight. None of them should be seeing you like this— much less touching you in this state. Stephen silently seethes as some rando reaches out to try and pet you, though you swat the wandering hand away.
Having seen more than enough of this spectacle, Stephen reaches out and bangs against the metal table, the vibration traveling up his arms.
You don’t seem to notice though, arms thrown above your head as you sway your hips to the music. You spin in a circle before dropping it low and then resting on your knees. You swing your head back and forth, hair flying around in far too glamorous a manner for the current setting.
“Prissy!” He calls over the music, but you’re too in your zone to take notice.
You manage to stand back up, hands reaching for the sky as you spin in a circle, your eyes closed as you feel your own imaginary beat, a silent sort of intent etched into your features.
If only he could get you to focus like that during a study session.
Stephen huffs and reaches out, gently taking hold of your wrist. You whip your head around toward him, eyes blazing and lips parted as though you intend to tell him off for daring to touch you. Luckily, you recognize him in your drunken haze and the fire melts away, immediately replaced with something more akin to embarrassment.
“Let’s go,” Stephen grits out, not angry with you, but incredibly on edge with the small crowd gathered around listening to and watching his every move. “Now.”
Your brow tenses, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “I didn’t… are you mad at me?”
Stephen gives a soft sigh, takes in a deep breath, and denies, “No, I’m not mad, Prissy. I just…” He glances nervously toward the Peeping Tom he’d caught in the act. He lowers his voice and explains, “I just want to get you out of here. It doesn’t feel safe.”
You seem to relax a bit at this, nodding your understanding. You slowly sit, legs hanging off the table and look down at your feet, declaring, “I’m not wearing shoes.”
Stephen smiles a bit at this and agrees, “No, you’re not. Where are they?”
“They’re...” You gesture vaguely to the outdoor couch sitting against the wall. “I tripped n’ took ‘em off,” You say, pointing to your knee that’s been thoroughly scratched up.
You crouch down, getting yourself lower to the surface of the table so you can sit and slide off. Stephen offers you his hand and instead of letting you sit on the filthy tabletop, he extends an arm and swiftly pulls you to his side. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, legs around his waist, a soft squeak leaving your parted lips at the sudden action.
Soft jeers sound from the surrounding crowd, a few boys whistling, and some of the girls behind you whispering.
Nerd!Strange can feel you staring up at him wide-eyed as he reaches over and snatches up your wedges from the couch. He can hear different conversations breaking out around you.
“Hey, Y/N! Who’s your new boyfriend?”
“Have you ever seen him before?”
“No… he’s kinda’ cute.”
“Wait, does she know him?”
“There are bedrooms upstairs if you two need one!”
As quickly as possible, Stephen scales down the porch steps and sets off back toward the cab. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, listening to the noise from the party fade as Stephen walks toward the road. The sidewalk seems to move swiftly beneath you. Stephen’s gait is large and steady, the subtle sway causing your eyes to grow heavy.
“I din’t know you were so strong…” You mumble into his shoulder. “S’hot.”
Stephen gives a small chuckle at this but denies, “I’m not really that strong, Prissy. Just fit enough to get by.”
You agree, “You are fit. You’ve got abs n’ nice arms.” Stephen snorts at this, but you insist, “I bet if you dressed better people’d notice more often.”
“Don’t care if people notice or not.”
“I’d notice…” You say, “I’d like it.”
Stephen seems to contemplate before admitting, “I would care about that.”
You give a pleased-sounding hum at that. The gentle sway of Stephen’s gait stops as Stephen pulls open the cab door. Stephen presses your face to his chest and a covers the top of your head with one hand as he slides the two of you into the cab. He shuts the door and asks, “Where are you going, Prissy? Back to the GBP house?”
“No,” You murmur. “It’s stupid there, I don’ wanna’ go there.” You pull your face from his chest and stare up at him teary-eyed, “C’n I go home with you? I-I can sleep on tha’ floor or somethin’—“
Stephen doesn’t let you finish, simply giving the cab driver his address and relaxing back into the seat. He keeps one hand wrapped around his waist and the other cradling the back of your head, protecting you from bumping it against the hard window. You settle into his embrace, a small pout on your lips.
“The music’s’too loud,” You mutter.
Stephen looks down at you and informs, “There’s no music playing.”
You blink up at him, “Are you sure?”
“Um… yeah, I’m sure. Jeez, Prissy, just how much did you drink?” You give a small shrug. “You don’t usually drink this much. Not enough to call me, anyway. What happened?”
Your eyes flit toward the cab driver before you mutter, “Don’ wanna’ talk ‘bout it.”
Stephen seems to get the hint and agrees, “Okay. We don’t have to talk about it then.”
“‘Kay…” You yawn, “M’gonna… wanna take a nap.”
“You can. I’ll have to wake up when we get to my place.”
“Mm…” You hum before knocking out.
He’d never seen you messy like this. Never seen or heard you wasted. He knew from conversation that you didn’t like being like this, so he couldn’t help but wonder what had pushed you past your limit for the night. Your emotions tended to run high, but you could usually keep a level head when in the public eye.
Whatever had happened was no business of his for now. He just wanted to see to it that you got a good night’s sleep somewhere safe.
***
Nerd!Stephen helps you stumble up his apartment steps, legs wobbling like a baby giraffe. In all honesty, whatever you were doing couldn’t be defined as walking. You were only getting from point A to point B thanks to Stephen practically dragging you.
“Are we there yet?” You whine, vision blurry as you look at the moving stairs.
“Almost there, Prissy,” He agrees, sounding slightly out of breath.
Outside his apartment, he props you against the wall and quickly unlocks the door, ushering you inside.
It’s dark. The one little rectangular window you can make out above his kitchenette not letting much light into the room. It was a small room. It couldn’t have been much bigger than your own in the sorority house… and his included his kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom all in one.
It was surprisingly tidy. Most boys rooms were icky… trash everywhere and the smell of BO. Stephen’s wasn’t icky. It was spotless, actually. And the only smell was him.
“M’tired,” You mumble, leaning back against the door. “Can I go to bed?”
Stephen nods but asks, “Don’t you wanna’ change clothes first? Or maybe… I dunno’, eat something? Drink some water?”
You frown, bottom lip sticking out into a pout, “I don’t have clothes.”
“You can just wear some of mine?” He suggests.
You consider a moment before relenting a nod, “Okay.”
“Okay,” Stephen agrees. “Stand right there.”
You nod and watch as he walks over to a chest of drawers against the wall. An old TV sits atop it, facing his bed. Some books are stacked next to it, as well as some binders. He loved binders.
And apparently music. Band posters were plastered on nearly every inch of wall space available around his bed. You couldn’t exactly make them all out at the moment, but you could see AC/DC… KISS… those were the big letters.
You barely notice he’s returned to your side until you feel a soft hand on your arm.
He puts a balled-up tee in your hands and nods to another door next to the chest of drawers, “Bathroom through that door. I um… there’s some face wash on the counter too if you want that.”
You shake your head, “Can’t see me without makeup.”
His brows knit together, “Can’t? Why not?”
“Mm… don’t look as good,” You try to explain. “Skin’s all blotchy and I’ve got pimples… n’ I just look better like this.” You walk toward the bathroom unsteadily and promise, “Be right back.”
You manage to shimmy out of your tight skirt somehow. Though it does somehow get caught on one of your platform wedges. You finally rip it off and the wedge flys through the air, smacking into the shower wall and landing in the bathtub with a heavy thunk.
“Everything okay?” You hear Stephen call from outside.
“Y-yea!” You call back, tugging off the other wedge and throwing it to the ground, “M’okay!”
“Okay…” He answers, sounding not entirely convinced.
Finding the toilet, you sit down and take a quick pee. At the same time, you peel your tube top off and unfasten your bra. You let your shoulders slump, leaning against the bathroom counter and fighting the urge to close your eyes.
Finally, you stand and flush the toilet, stumbling against the sink and turning on the water. You wash your hands slowly, fascinated by the feel of the water flowing between your fingers.
You look at the various toiletries laid out on the sink; Toothbrush, toothpaste, a comb, some styling product that you don’t think he’d ever used before in his life, cologne, deodorant, and the face wash. It was one of those ones you saw advertisements for all the time. You think you might have used the same one in high school? You can’t remember now.
For a long time you debate whether or not to use it. You really should. Your skin always looked awful when you left your makeup on overnight. Besides, it felt so nice to have a clean face.
But it felt even better to look hot. You didn’t feel that way with your bare face. Besides, you didn’t want to shatter the fantasy Stephen had created of you in his mind.
Yeah, it was better to leave the makeup on.
You finally tug the tee over your head, pleased by the softness of the material. Reaching up, you tie your hair into a
bun at the top of your head.
You walk back out into the main room and find Stephen sitting on the edge of his bed, hands clasped together as he stares at the floor. Those floorboards creek as you reenter the room and his head snaps up toward you. His gaze softens as it lands on you, eyes carefully observing the sight of you in his shirt.
He pats the bed next to him and entices, “C’mere. Got you some grapes.”
You feel your eyes light up at the offering. You scamper over, crawling onto the bed and sitting cross-cross. Stephen hands you a small bowl of freshly washed grapes and you immediately begin devouring them.
He smiles, reaching over and pulling a glass of water from his nightstand. He watches you eat your grapes in silence before suggesting, “Drink a bit of this, Prissy.” You turn your nose up, shoveling several more grapes into your mouth and he sighs. “Look, it’ll make waking up easier, right? You don’t even have to drink the whole glass. Just take a few sips for me.”
You give a little grunt but place the glass in your lap. You reach out, carefully taking the glass from his hands. You spill a bit on the mattress and mutter, “Fuck… dammit.”
“It’s alright,” He soothes. “Just water. It’ll dry.”
You nod, relieved you haven’t upset him, and take a small sip of the water. In all fairness, it tastes a lot better than the many, many spiked punches you’d had that evening.
Seemingly content with this progress, Stephen stands from the bed and announces, “I’m going to get ready for bed. I’ll be in the bathroom if you need me. I’m not gonna’ shower or anything, so it shouldn’t take long.
You nod, scooting back on the bed so your back is against the wall, your grapes still firmly in hand, a few more droplets of water splashing out the side of the cup. Stephen gives you a lopsided smile and stands from the bed with a sigh, reaching over and grabbing some clothes he’d found for himself while you were changing.
Nerd!Stephen closes the bathroom door and smiles as he looks around at your clothes strewn about… where was your other shoe?
***
Nerd!Stephen comes back out into his room, face washed, teeth brushed, and pajamas on, he finds you now sitting with your back to him looking up at his wall. Your eyes travel slowly over the posters one by one, your lips moving as you read silently. The grape bowl had been discarded to your side, but the water glass was now held up to those barely moving lips. Every once in a while you would pause, taking a small sip from it.
“You um… you ready to sleep?” Stephen asks, trying not to startle you.
“I like your posters,” You reply softly, eyes going in and out of focus.
“Oh, thanks,” He says, reaching back to rub at his neck. It always hurt. All of his hobbies including craning his neck up or down for long periods of time. “You uh… you like Green Day, right? You have one of their posters. And The Cranberries.”
You nod slowly, “Yeah. But none of the other girls really listen to them,” You say wistfully, You reach up and point to the Nirvana poster, “I’ve been getting into their stuff recently too.”
“Yeah? They’re really good,” Stephen says, walking over to the bed and shoving his hands into the pockets of his flannel pants.
“Yeah…”
“You know, if you ever wanted to talk about music or… I dunno’ go to a concert… I think it’d be fun,” Stephen offers without too much thought.
Not like you’d remember any of this in the morning anyway.
He hoped you wouldn’t at least. You seemed to be slowly sobering up.
You turn and look at him over your shoulder, eyes heavy but still somehow full of light. Teasingly you ask, “Did you just ask me on a date, Strange?”
“W-what?” Stephen sputters out, cheeks turning red at the accusation. “No! I was just… I just thought since you said none of your friends are really into the same music you’re into—“
“That’s too bad,” You shrug, turning back around to continue your study of the posters, “I think it’d make a good date.”
Rocking back on his heels Stephen asks skeptically, “Would… would you have said yes? If it were a date?”
“Guess we’ll never know,” You murmur, humor evident in your tone.
Stephen gives something between a huff and a laugh before asking once more, “Are you ready for bed, Prissy?”
You give small sigh and turn to face him, nodding as you extend the glass of water his way. Stephen takes both it and the bowl formerly full of grapes and walks them to the sink.
Behind him you ask, “Do you want me to sleep on the floor? I really don’t mind—“
“You aren’t sleeping on the floor, Prissy. Take the bed. I’ll take the floor,” He answers definitively.
You frown, “I… are you sure? I feel bad.”
“Don’t feel bad. I’m offering,” He answers, walking back over to the bed and plucking one of the two pillows from atop the mattress. “Accidentally fallen asleep down here plenty of times while studying… better than falling asleep at my desk at least.”
Your frown deepens before you suggest, “What if we just… shared the bed?”
Stephen pauses at this. He looks you up and down as if trying to physically assess whether or not you’re sober enough to be making such an offer.
He was a good guy.
It was literally the bare minimum, but it was more than most frat boys you know would do. Or… less than most frat boys would do, you supposed.
“I promise it’s okay,” You say. “Besides… it’s nice sleeping next to someone. I… I could use it right now.”
Stephen’s eyes go wide as your bottom lip wobbles. He quickly chucks the pillow back onto the bed and takes a seat next to you. That’s all it takes for you to throw your arms around his neck, leaning against him and letting out a sob.
Nerd!Stephen is woefully unprepared to comfort a female in distress. He’d never been good at comforting anyone. But he puts an arm around you and lets you cry for a while in silence, his hand gently running up and down your back.
“C-can we lay down?” You sob out, “M’head hurts s’bad.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Stephen nods quickly, turning around to rearrange the pillows before guiding you to crawl onto the bed.
Once you’re settled, Stephen turns and lays next to you, frowning at your blotchy face in the dim light of the lamp on his bedside table. You give a little groan and roll closer to him, burying your face in his chest.
Stephen resumes his position, a hand on your back and his chin resting lightly against the top of your head. He lets you take a moment to settle, listening to your sniffles and unadulterated sobs.
Maybe you were still drunk? Drunk enough to break down in front of him of all people. Or maybe it was because it was him. Because you didn’t feel the need to put on your perfect, preppy, prissy little sorority girl act in front of him.
Nerd!Strange finds some odd pride in that fact.
“What happened?” He finally asks, voice an octave lower, a touch softer than normal. “What’s wrong?”
You sniffle and ask, “Y-you remember the guy you saw me with the other day in the library?”
Oh yes, Stephen remembered. Remembered the gut-wrenching jealousy he’d experienced seeing another guy wrap you up in his arms and run his hands all over your body. Some meathead still wearing a varsity jacket from high school.
“Yeah,” Stephen answers, sounding a bit hoarse.
“H-he w-was with a-a-another girl,” You sob out. “He w-was kissing her r-right in front of me! I o-only w-went to that stupid party for him! H-he invited me! It’s why I moved our F-Friday session to t-t-tomorrow!”
Stephen lets out a deep sigh, resting his head against the top of yours and mutters, “I’m sorry. That’s… that’s really messed up.”
“I know, right!” You exclaim, tears still streaming down your face. “A-and she wasn’t—“ You hiccup in the middle of your rant, “W-wasn’t even as pretty as me!” Despite the tears you shed as you say it, Stephen can’t help but chuckle. You pull away from him and give his arm a weak swat, whining, “S’not funny, Stephen!”
He rushes to correct, “No! No, of course it isn’t. I’m only— I just think it’s good you know how pretty you are, Prissy. Good that you’ve got confidence.”
You nod and answer in a huff, “I do.”
“I know,” He rubs his hand over your back softly, nodding along to everything you say. “You’re confident and… and fucking gorgeous. So why are you sitting here crying over some loser who peaked in high school?” You give a little giggle to this and Stephen continues, “I mean, c’mon… who still wears their varsity jacket after high school? Really, you could do a lot better than that, Prissy.”
You give a small hum in agreement, “I could do better. He wasn’t even smart. He could only speak in three to five word sentences.”
Stephen scoffs, looking over your sad face and tired eyes, “Sounds riveting.”
“Well not every guy is as smart as you are, Nerd,” You say dryly, pushing your shoulder gently into his side, reaching up to wipe the fresh mascara streaks off your face.
“If he were half as smart as I was, he would’ve known how crazy lucky he was to have a shot with you,” Stephen murmurs softly.
Your eyes grow heavier by the moment, eyelids drooping as you turn to stare up at him. Stephen’s heart pounds against his chest as you lean over and place a soft kiss against his cheek. His entire body goes rigid, afraid you might try something more in your drunken state.
But you don’t. Instead, you just pull back to look at him and murmur, “You’re sweet, Stephen. Thanks…” You give a small yawn, letting your head sink into the pillow before finishing, “for tonight.”
Nerd!Strange feels his heart stutter at the sweet sentiment. He gives a soft smile and murmurs, “Any time, Prissy.” You give a sleepy smile and snuggle closer, burying your face in his chest. “Sleep well.”
^^^ very this energy tonight. thank you to @amaratas for the idea :)) no smut, a lil' angst, a lot of fluff.
warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, cheating.
word count: 5,402
Nerd!Stephen jumps a mile high when his phone goes off at ten o’clock on a Friday night.
That never happened to him.
Even stranger, the ringtone that came out of the phone was “Candy Shop” by 50 Cent, which he most certainly had not purchased on his own accord.
But of course, he knew who would.
Nerd!Strange rubs his eyes, reaching for his phone and flipping it open. As expected, he sees your name lit up on the display.
You’ve never called him before. Hell, the two of you hardly ever texted aside from the occasional confirmation of a tutoring session or perhaps a cheeky comment on events that had transpired during the so-called tutoring session. But… even that had come to a slow stop since you started talking to some new guy at the start of the month. You were so stereotypically popular girl on the outside, but your moral compass was a bit different than those you hung out with. More simply put: You were loyal.
You hadn’t laid a hand on him since you started dating this dumb ass jock— not so much as a flirty comment. He was suffering.
This phone call was a welcome development.
Pressing the answer call button he puts the phone to his ear and answers, “Hello?”
“Stephen?” You ask, “Stephen s’that you?” You slur out.
Nerd!Strange immediately goes on high alert. He knew something was wrong. He could tell you were blasted from the simple five words you’d said. You were typically so articulate— even if it was in a colder, crueler manner. But now you sounded out of it, as though you weren’t certain the words you said were leaving your lips at all.
For all the partying you did, you had a strict rule about not getting drunk. Your sorority was insane about anything that could be perceived as disorderly conduct and you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your PR position. So something was very wrong.
“Hey Prissy,” Stephen says again, voice softer but more alert, “what’s going on?”
He can hear the bump of music in the background mixed with a cacophony of voices; Yelling, laughter, the sound of a splash followed by cheering.
“I-I was gonna’ ask you for somethin’ but now… now you picked up n’ I feel weird,” You answer. “Because it’s late n’ I didn’t really ‘spect you to answer.”
“Well I’m here,” Stephen reassures. “I’m awake. What did you wanna’ ask me?”
There’s a pause, a random whoop from a male voice followed by what sounds like another splash and a round of applause.
“I um…” You give a little hiccup before replying, “I guess I was just wondering— well, I was wondering’ somethin’. But now I don’t think maybe you should? It’s late, you know? It is late, right?” You reiterate your same hesitancy as before. “I don’t know, my head hurts and I can’t think…” You rush out, all of your words slurred into one another in an embarrassed, obviously drunken stupor. “So, I guess actually never mind. I shouldn’t’ve called, m’sorry. I’m gonna’ go—”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Stephen exclaims, already on his feet searching for a pair of socks to pull onto his feet. “You’re okay, you can talk to me. What’s wrong? Talk to me, Prissy.”
“M’at a party,” You say sadly. “It’s loud.”
“I know, I can hear,” Stephen agrees. “Is that all that’s wrong?”
“No…” you say, voice cracking. “I… I saw something I didn’t wanna’ see. And then I drank but I don’t drink n’ so I drank too much. N’ now everything is spinny and I wanna’ cry.”
Stephen nods though you can’t see him. Gently he asks, “Do you want to leave?”
“Y-yeah,” You agree. “Wanna’ go. Wanted to come see you. It… it’s quiet with you. Need things to be quiet.”
“Alright.” Stephen has already shoved on his shoes and is in the midst of dragging a sweatshirt over his head. He fumbles around in the dim light, looking for his apartment keys as he says, “I’m gonna’ come get you, okay? Where are you at?”
“M’at… a house,” You say very helpfully.
Stephen holds back a sigh and presses, “What house, Prissy?”
“Oh, um… hold on a sec.” Stephen hears your phone bump against something and then your muffled voice along with another much louder one. After a couple of long, worrisome minutes your voice returns. “I… I don’t know the exact address, m’sorry. But you know Riverside Drive? S’one of the houses there.”
“Riverside Drive is good, thank you,” Stephen agrees, taking the steps downstairs two at a time. “I’m gonna’ get a cab and I’ll be there soon. Will you do me a favor and wait out front? Don’t wait too close to the street, stay back by the house!” He specifies quickly. “But be waiting for me, okay?”
“C’n I sit on the porch?” You ask.
“Yeah. The porch is a good place to wait. I’ll come get you when I’m there.”
“‘Kay,” You murmur. “I um… my phone’s almost dying. I should hang up now so it doesn’t die, right?”
“That’s a good idea,” Stephen agrees. “Hang up but keep it on in case I need to call you, yeah?”
“Yeah. M’goin’ to the porch now.”
“Okay. Sit and wait for me. I’ll be about thirty minutes.”
You give a little whine, “Thirty?”
“Prissy, what do you want me to do, Sweetheart? I live off campus. Just sit tight. I’ll be there as soon as I can— and don’t drink any more, okay?”
“M’kay,” You say with a heavy sigh.
“I’ll see you soon.”
“See… soon,” You say before promptly hanging up.
***
Nerd!Stephen apologizes to the cab driver as they drive slowly down Riverside Drive. The driver waves him off, and to Stephen’s delight, takes him straight to the correct house.
At least it seemed like the correct house. All of the lights were on, the sidewalk, porch, and bottom floor littered with party-goers. Trashy music was pumping from speakers somewhere behind the house, and there were plenty of drunks in a stupor speaking way too loudly.
Stephen pauses before leaving the cab and promises, “I’ll be right back.”
The driver shrugs, “Meter’s runnin’, Kid. It’s on your dime.”
Nerd!Stephen shuts the door behind him, immediately shoving his hands in his pockets, shoulders tensing at the nip of the air. He makes his way up the driveway, his head low and hood pulled over his head. He didn’t like it here. It was too overstimulating— too much of everything. From the number of people to the music to the conversations to the smells. It was all just too much.
He’d never understand how you did this. How could you stand wading through the sea of people, drinks spilling, laughter echoing, off-handed remarks from people you barely knew? And you knew so many people. It was practically your job as PR chair for your sorority.
You didn’t just know these people, you knew about them. You knew who to go to when you needed a favor, who to talk to when something got out of hand, who could offer support— particularly monetary support. You were good at what you did from what he’d seen, but Stephen couldn’t understand why you did it at all.
Nerd!Stephen stops in his tracks when he looks up from the pavement to find you on the porch— not in fact sitting and waiting patiently— but rather standing on one of the outdoor tables dancing.
Nerd!Stephen, despite his initial shock and judgment, has to admit you look gorgeous. One of your signature miniskirts sits on your hips. Tonight it’s a light blue denim skirt with silver gems in the shape of hearts on the butt pockets. You wear a hot pink spaghetti strap tank top layered over another electric blue tank with thicker straps. He’d love to know what shoes you were wearing but they weren’t currently on your feet. Your hair looked as perfect as ever, and it always looked perfect, though even from several yards away he could tell that you mascara was starting to run.
Heaving a sigh, Stephen sets forward, walking up the porch steps and stopping in front of the table you’re currently dancing on. A small crowd has gathered by your side, whistling and jeering you on. Girls giggle and whisper to one another, boys smirk and strip you down with their eyes.
One guy drops his cup beneath the table, the liquid spilling over the porch and bleeding through the cracks in the wood. He takes his time bending down to pick it up, and then shamelessly looks up, taking in a full view of what’s hidden under your skirt.
Nerd!Stephen scowls and stomps over. He shoves his way through the crowd, his broad shoulders the only thing giving him any edge on the jocks staring with their mouths open like you’re a piece of meat. He blanches at the sight. None of them should be seeing you like this— much less touching you in this state. Stephen silently seethes as some rando reaches out to try and pet you, though you swat the wandering hand away.
Having seen more than enough of this spectacle, Stephen reaches out and bangs against the metal table, the vibration traveling up his arms.
You don’t seem to notice though, arms thrown above your head as you sway your hips to the music. You spin in a circle before dropping it low and then resting on your knees. You swing your head back and forth, hair flying around in far too glamorous a manner for the current setting.
“Prissy!” He calls over the music, but you’re too in your zone to take notice.
You manage to stand back up, hands reaching for the sky as you spin in a circle, your eyes closed as you feel your own imaginary beat, a silent sort of intent etched into your features.
If only he could get you to focus like that during a study session.
Stephen huffs and reaches out, gently taking hold of your wrist. You whip your head around toward him, eyes blazing and lips parted as though you intend to tell him off for daring to touch you. Luckily, you recognize him in your drunken haze and the fire melts away, immediately replaced with something more akin to embarrassment.
“Let’s go,” Stephen grits out, not angry with you, but incredibly on edge with the small crowd gathered around listening to and watching his every move. “Now.”
Your brow tenses, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “I didn’t… are you mad at me?”
Stephen gives a soft sigh, takes in a deep breath, and denies, “No, I’m not mad, Prissy. I just…” He glances nervously toward the Peeping Tom he’d caught in the act. He lowers his voice and explains, “I just want to get you out of here. It doesn’t feel safe.”
You seem to relax a bit at this, nodding your understanding. You slowly sit, legs hanging off the table and look down at your feet, declaring, “I’m not wearing shoes.”
Stephen smiles a bit at this and agrees, “No, you’re not. Where are they?”
“They’re...” You gesture vaguely to the outdoor couch sitting against the wall. “I tripped n’ took ‘em off,” You say, pointing to your knee that’s been thoroughly scratched up.
You crouch down, getting yourself lower to the surface of the table so you can sit and slide off. Stephen offers you his hand and instead of letting you sit on the filthy tabletop, he extends an arm and swiftly pulls you to his side. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, legs around his waist, a soft squeak leaving your parted lips at the sudden action.
Soft jeers sound from the surrounding crowd, a few boys whistling, and some of the girls behind you whispering.
Nerd!Strange can feel you staring up at him wide-eyed as he reaches over and snatches up your wedges from the couch. He can hear different conversations breaking out around you.
“Hey, Y/N! Who’s your new boyfriend?”
“Have you ever seen him before?”
“No… he’s kinda’ cute.”
“Wait, does she know him?”
“There are bedrooms upstairs if you two need one!”
As quickly as possible, Stephen scales down the porch steps and sets off back toward the cab. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, listening to the noise from the party fade as Stephen walks toward the road. The sidewalk seems to move swiftly beneath you. Stephen’s gait is large and steady, the subtle sway causing your eyes to grow heavy.
“I din’t know you were so strong…” You mumble into his shoulder. “S’hot.”
Stephen gives a small chuckle at this but denies, “I’m not really that strong, Prissy. Just fit enough to get by.”
You agree, “You are fit. You’ve got abs n’ nice arms.” Stephen snorts at this, but you insist, “I bet if you dressed better people’d notice more often.”
“Don’t care if people notice or not.”
“I’d notice…” You say, “I’d like it.”
Stephen seems to contemplate before admitting, “I would care about that.”
You give a pleased-sounding hum at that. The gentle sway of Stephen’s gait stops as Stephen pulls open the cab door. Stephen presses your face to his chest and a covers the top of your head with one hand as he slides the two of you into the cab. He shuts the door and asks, “Where are you going, Prissy? Back to the GBP house?”
“No,” You murmur. “It’s stupid there, I don’ wanna’ go there.” You pull your face from his chest and stare up at him teary-eyed, “C’n I go home with you? I-I can sleep on tha’ floor or somethin’—“
Stephen doesn’t let you finish, simply giving the cab driver his address and relaxing back into the seat. He keeps one hand wrapped around his waist and the other cradling the back of your head, protecting you from bumping it against the hard window. You settle into his embrace, a small pout on your lips.
“The music’s’too loud,” You mutter.
Stephen looks down at you and informs, “There’s no music playing.”
You blink up at him, “Are you sure?”
“Um… yeah, I’m sure. Jeez, Prissy, just how much did you drink?” You give a small shrug. “You don’t usually drink this much. Not enough to call me, anyway. What happened?”
Your eyes flit toward the cab driver before you mutter, “Don’ wanna’ talk ‘bout it.”
Stephen seems to get the hint and agrees, “Okay. We don’t have to talk about it then.”
“‘Kay…” You yawn, “M’gonna… wanna take a nap.”
“You can. I’ll have to wake up when we get to my place.”
“Mm…” You hum before knocking out.
He’d never seen you messy like this. Never seen or heard you wasted. He knew from conversation that you didn’t like being like this, so he couldn’t help but wonder what had pushed you past your limit for the night. Your emotions tended to run high, but you could usually keep a level head when in the public eye.
Whatever had happened was no business of his for now. He just wanted to see to it that you got a good night’s sleep somewhere safe.
***
Nerd!Stephen helps you stumble up his apartment steps, legs wobbling like a baby giraffe. In all honesty, whatever you were doing couldn’t be defined as walking. You were only getting from point A to point B thanks to Stephen practically dragging you.
“Are we there yet?” You whine, vision blurry as you look at the moving stairs.
“Almost there, Prissy,” He agrees, sounding slightly out of breath.
Outside his apartment, he props you against the wall and quickly unlocks the door, ushering you inside.
It’s dark. The one little rectangular window you can make out above his kitchenette not letting much light into the room. It was a small room. It couldn’t have been much bigger than your own in the sorority house… and his included his kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom all in one.
It was surprisingly tidy. Most boys rooms were icky… trash everywhere and the smell of BO. Stephen’s wasn’t icky. It was spotless, actually. And the only smell was him.
“M’tired,” You mumble, leaning back against the door. “Can I go to bed?”
Stephen nods but asks, “Don’t you wanna’ change clothes first? Or maybe… I dunno’, eat something? Drink some water?”
You frown, bottom lip sticking out into a pout, “I don’t have clothes.”
“You can just wear some of mine?” He suggests.
You consider a moment before relenting a nod, “Okay.”
“Okay,” Stephen agrees. “Stand right there.”
You nod and watch as he walks over to a chest of drawers against the wall. An old TV sits atop it, facing his bed. Some books are stacked next to it, as well as some binders. He loved binders.
And apparently music. Band posters were plastered on nearly every inch of wall space available around his bed. You couldn’t exactly make them all out at the moment, but you could see AC/DC… KISS… those were the big letters.
You barely notice he’s returned to your side until you feel a soft hand on your arm.
He puts a balled-up tee in your hands and nods to another door next to the chest of drawers, “Bathroom through that door. I um… there’s some face wash on the counter too if you want that.”
You shake your head, “Can’t see me without makeup.”
His brows knit together, “Can’t? Why not?”
“Mm… don’t look as good,” You try to explain. “Skin’s all blotchy and I’ve got pimples… n’ I just look better like this.” You walk toward the bathroom unsteadily and promise, “Be right back.”
You manage to shimmy out of your tight skirt somehow. Though it does somehow get caught on one of your platform wedges. You finally rip it off and the wedge flys through the air, smacking into the shower wall and landing in the bathtub with a heavy thunk.
“Everything okay?” You hear Stephen call from outside.
“Y-yea!” You call back, tugging off the other wedge and throwing it to the ground, “M’okay!”
“Okay…” He answers, sounding not entirely convinced.
Finding the toilet, you sit down and take a quick pee. At the same time, you peel your tube top off and unfasten your bra. You let your shoulders slump, leaning against the bathroom counter and fighting the urge to close your eyes.
Finally, you stand and flush the toilet, stumbling against the sink and turning on the water. You wash your hands slowly, fascinated by the feel of the water flowing between your fingers.
You look at the various toiletries laid out on the sink; Toothbrush, toothpaste, a comb, some styling product that you don’t think he’d ever used before in his life, cologne, deodorant, and the face wash. It was one of those ones you saw advertisements for all the time. You think you might have used the same one in high school? You can’t remember now.
For a long time you debate whether or not to use it. You really should. Your skin always looked awful when you left your makeup on overnight. Besides, it felt so nice to have a clean face.
But it felt even better to look hot. You didn’t feel that way with your bare face. Besides, you didn’t want to shatter the fantasy Stephen had created of you in his mind.
Yeah, it was better to leave the makeup on.
You finally tug the tee over your head, pleased by the softness of the material. Reaching up, you tie your hair into a
bun at the top of your head.
You walk back out into the main room and find Stephen sitting on the edge of his bed, hands clasped together as he stares at the floor. Those floorboards creek as you reenter the room and his head snaps up toward you. His gaze softens as it lands on you, eyes carefully observing the sight of you in his shirt.
He pats the bed next to him and entices, “C’mere. Got you some grapes.”
You feel your eyes light up at the offering. You scamper over, crawling onto the bed and sitting cross-cross. Stephen hands you a small bowl of freshly washed grapes and you immediately begin devouring them.
He smiles, reaching over and pulling a glass of water from his nightstand. He watches you eat your grapes in silence before suggesting, “Drink a bit of this, Prissy.” You turn your nose up, shoveling several more grapes into your mouth and he sighs. “Look, it’ll make waking up easier, right? You don’t even have to drink the whole glass. Just take a few sips for me.”
You give a little grunt but place the glass in your lap. You reach out, carefully taking the glass from his hands. You spill a bit on the mattress and mutter, “Fuck… dammit.”
“It’s alright,” He soothes. “Just water. It’ll dry.”
You nod, relieved you haven’t upset him, and take a small sip of the water. In all fairness, it tastes a lot better than the many, many spiked punches you’d had that evening.
Seemingly content with this progress, Stephen stands from the bed and announces, “I’m going to get ready for bed. I’ll be in the bathroom if you need me. I’m not gonna’ shower or anything, so it shouldn’t take long.
You nod, scooting back on the bed so your back is against the wall, your grapes still firmly in hand, a few more droplets of water splashing out the side of the cup. Stephen gives you a lopsided smile and stands from the bed with a sigh, reaching over and grabbing some clothes he’d found for himself while you were changing.
Nerd!Stephen closes the bathroom door and smiles as he looks around at your clothes strewn about… where was your other shoe?
***
Nerd!Stephen comes back out into his room, face washed, teeth brushed, and pajamas on, he finds you now sitting with your back to him looking up at his wall. Your eyes travel slowly over the posters one by one, your lips moving as you read silently. The grape bowl had been discarded to your side, but the water glass was now held up to those barely moving lips. Every once in a while you would pause, taking a small sip from it.
“You um… you ready to sleep?” Stephen asks, trying not to startle you.
“I like your posters,” You reply softly, eyes going in and out of focus.
“Oh, thanks,” He says, reaching back to rub at his neck. It always hurt. All of his hobbies including craning his neck up or down for long periods of time. “You uh… you like Green Day, right? You have one of their posters. And The Cranberries.”
You nod slowly, “Yeah. But none of the other girls really listen to them,” You say wistfully, You reach up and point to the Nirvana poster, “I’ve been getting into their stuff recently too.”
“Yeah? They’re really good,” Stephen says, walking over to the bed and shoving his hands into the pockets of his flannel pants.
“Yeah…”
“You know, if you ever wanted to talk about music or… I dunno’ go to a concert… I think it’d be fun,” Stephen offers without too much thought.
Not like you’d remember any of this in the morning anyway.
He hoped you wouldn’t at least. You seemed to be slowly sobering up.
You turn and look at him over your shoulder, eyes heavy but still somehow full of light. Teasingly you ask, “Did you just ask me on a date, Strange?”
“W-what?” Stephen sputters out, cheeks turning red at the accusation. “No! I was just… I just thought since you said none of your friends are really into the same music you’re into—“
“That’s too bad,” You shrug, turning back around to continue your study of the posters, “I think it’d make a good date.”
Rocking back on his heels Stephen asks skeptically, “Would… would you have said yes? If it were a date?”
“Guess we’ll never know,” You murmur, humor evident in your tone.
Stephen gives something between a huff and a laugh before asking once more, “Are you ready for bed, Prissy?”
You give small sigh and turn to face him, nodding as you extend the glass of water his way. Stephen takes both it and the bowl formerly full of grapes and walks them to the sink.
Behind him you ask, “Do you want me to sleep on the floor? I really don’t mind—“
“You aren’t sleeping on the floor, Prissy. Take the bed. I’ll take the floor,” He answers definitively.
You frown, “I… are you sure? I feel bad.”
“Don’t feel bad. I’m offering,” He answers, walking back over to the bed and plucking one of the two pillows from atop the mattress. “Accidentally fallen asleep down here plenty of times while studying… better than falling asleep at my desk at least.”
Your frown deepens before you suggest, “What if we just… shared the bed?”
Stephen pauses at this. He looks you up and down as if trying to physically assess whether or not you’re sober enough to be making such an offer.
He was a good guy.
It was literally the bare minimum, but it was more than most frat boys you know would do. Or… less than most frat boys would do, you supposed.
“I promise it’s okay,” You say. “Besides… it’s nice sleeping next to someone. I… I could use it right now.”
Stephen’s eyes go wide as your bottom lip wobbles. He quickly chucks the pillow back onto the bed and takes a seat next to you. That’s all it takes for you to throw your arms around his neck, leaning against him and letting out a sob.
Nerd!Stephen is woefully unprepared to comfort a female in distress. He’d never been good at comforting anyone. But he puts an arm around you and lets you cry for a while in silence, his hand gently running up and down your back.
“C-can we lay down?” You sob out, “M’head hurts s’bad.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Stephen nods quickly, turning around to rearrange the pillows before guiding you to crawl onto the bed.
Once you’re settled, Stephen turns and lays next to you, frowning at your blotchy face in the dim light of the lamp on his bedside table. You give a little groan and roll closer to him, burying your face in his chest.
Stephen resumes his position, a hand on your back and his chin resting lightly against the top of your head. He lets you take a moment to settle, listening to your sniffles and unadulterated sobs.
Maybe you were still drunk? Drunk enough to break down in front of him of all people. Or maybe it was because it was him. Because you didn’t feel the need to put on your perfect, preppy, prissy little sorority girl act in front of him.
Nerd!Strange finds some odd pride in that fact.
“What happened?” He finally asks, voice an octave lower, a touch softer than normal. “What’s wrong?”
You sniffle and ask, “Y-you remember the guy you saw me with the other day in the library?”
Oh yes, Stephen remembered. Remembered the gut-wrenching jealousy he’d experienced seeing another guy wrap you up in his arms and run his hands all over your body. Some meathead still wearing a varsity jacket from high school.
“Yeah,” Stephen answers, sounding a bit hoarse.
“H-he w-was with a-a-another girl,” You sob out. “He w-was kissing her r-right in front of me! I o-only w-went to that stupid party for him! H-he invited me! It’s why I moved our F-Friday session to t-t-tomorrow!”
Stephen lets out a deep sigh, resting his head against the top of yours and mutters, “I’m sorry. That’s… that’s really messed up.”
“I know, right!” You exclaim, tears still streaming down your face. “A-and she wasn’t—“ You hiccup in the middle of your rant, “W-wasn’t even as pretty as me!” Despite the tears you shed as you say it, Stephen can’t help but chuckle. You pull away from him and give his arm a weak swat, whining, “S’not funny, Stephen!”
He rushes to correct, “No! No, of course it isn’t. I’m only— I just think it’s good you know how pretty you are, Prissy. Good that you’ve got confidence.”
You nod and answer in a huff, “I do.”
“I know,” He rubs his hand over your back softly, nodding along to everything you say. “You’re confident and… and fucking gorgeous. So why are you sitting here crying over some loser who peaked in high school?” You give a little giggle to this and Stephen continues, “I mean, c’mon… who still wears their varsity jacket after high school? Really, you could do a lot better than that, Prissy.”
You give a small hum in agreement, “I could do better. He wasn’t even smart. He could only speak in three to five word sentences.”
Stephen scoffs, looking over your sad face and tired eyes, “Sounds riveting.”
“Well not every guy is as smart as you are, Nerd,” You say dryly, pushing your shoulder gently into his side, reaching up to wipe the fresh mascara streaks off your face.
“If he were half as smart as I was, he would’ve known how crazy lucky he was to have a shot with you,” Stephen murmurs softly.
Your eyes grow heavier by the moment, eyelids drooping as you turn to stare up at him. Stephen’s heart pounds against his chest as you lean over and place a soft kiss against his cheek. His entire body goes rigid, afraid you might try something more in your drunken state.
But you don’t. Instead, you just pull back to look at him and murmur, “You’re sweet, Stephen. Thanks…” You give a small yawn, letting your head sink into the pillow before finishing, “for tonight.”
Nerd!Strange feels his heart stutter at the sweet sentiment. He gives a soft smile and murmurs, “Any time, Prissy.” You give a sleepy smile and snuggle closer, burying your face in his chest. “Sleep well.”
Imagining a 10 Things I Hate About You scene with Prissy Pants and Nerd!Strange. The one where Kat hits her head on the chandelier while dancing on the table.
new nerd!stephen that’s super fluff and feel good tomorrow 🥳 been writing it before bed to help me unwind from long, stressful days. hope it helps you all as well <3
feeling mildly upset after learning benedict has said some icky things about autism… trying to do some more research but it’s really hard to find his quotes on the subject with full context.
i just find it hard to believe that he would say something ableist when he’s so supportive and lovely towards so many minorities?
Starting a new tag list for nerd!strange! Let me know if you’d like to be added in the comments :)
Nerd!Strange getting to eat for the first time <3
Not proofread, so apologies for any mistakes. Please leave ideas for Nerd!Strange in the comments or in my inbox! This one was left by anon and for some reason I couldn’t answer the ask? Idk, y’all know how tumblr is, but thank you to that person for the idea.
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Nerd!Stephen sees heaven the first time you spread your legs for him to see. The minuscule coverage of your thong does nothing to hide the plump outline of your lips.
Nerd!Stephen nearly begins to drool when your legs fall to the side, exposing the bright blue material of your panties. In the center, there’s a spot of cobalt where your arousal leaks out, staining the fabric with your need.
He brings a pair of shaking hands to your legs, fingers exploring the smooth skin slowly. It’s almost pitiful the way he looks at you; Like he’s never seen anything more spectacular in his life. Then again, maybe he hadn’t.
Nerd!Strange lowers himself to his stomach, wrapping his arms through your legs and roughly pulls you forward. Your head slides off the pillows as you slide toward him, a gasp of shock leaving your lips at the unexpected action.
It was sexy… almost dominant. A very rare dynamic for Stephen.
Still, he apologizes sheepishly, “Sorry…”
“Um… no worries,” You return, already a bit breathless as he simply runs his hands up and down your thighs.
Nerd!Stephen is a pervert. He knew it and so did you, so he feels no shame in leaning forward and pressing his nose to your clothes cunt, taking a deep, indecent whiff of your scent. He lets out a small whine at the smell, his hips shifting involuntarily against the mattress.
He draws back once more, eyes devouring the outline of your pussy before finally reaching up and oh-so-delicately sliding your panties to the side.
He’d seen pussy before in porn— all different types. But he swears he’s never seen anything as delicious looking as your cunt. You were already wet, a soft shine covering each lip. His eyes trace the outline of your womanhood, taking in each and every detail. You hold back a whine at the lack of stimulation, aside from the soft puffs of air coming through his nose as he sits there gawking.
“Fuck— Stephen,” You finally whine out, “Touch me or something, Jesus. I’m gonna’ dry up at this rate.”
Nerd!Strange’s eyes flicker to your own before he contests, “No you won’t. You like this.” Still, he turns his head and presses a tender kiss to your thigh. “You like the anticipation.” He turns and kisses the other thigh. “Not knowing when you’ll get what you want. It’s unusual for you. You like that.”
You squeak as he turns and nips at your thigh before soothing over the spot with his tongue. You let your head fall back, staring up at your ceiling, chest heaving. Stephen doesn’t let up, taking his time, slowly dragging his lips and tongue along your inner thighs. You were so soft and warm. The way you were practically panting had him enthralled. He knew he was only making it worse as he ran his hands along your stomach, stopping just short of cupping your breasts.
He loved your tits, but that’s wasn’t what tonight was about.
“I do want a taste,” He says lowly. “Never done this before, always wondered what it’s like.”
You gasp when he he uses his thumbs to part your lips to the side, the cold air hitting your most sensitive parts. Your whole body shivers and you grip at your comforter, searching for anything to ground you.
“So pretty…” He marvels, voice full of sweet and genuine awe. “Always knew it would be. Always wondered if she was as pretty as you were.”
He collects part of your slick on either thumb and begins gently massaging around the areas where you needed him most. His touch was perfect; Not too hard or too soft, definitely not moving too fast, and sure as hell moving too slow… but it was nice. You couldn’t recall the last time a man was going down on you and seemed excited about it. Come to think of it, had any man ever been excited to go down on you?
The nerd certainly was, with his big, glassy eyes and perfectly plump lips parted in wonder. The way he kept looking up at you, eyes studying your face.
He loved to study you like this. You swore he was memorizing exactly what faces you made when he touched you in particular ways. It was infuriating and adorable. Which pretty much summed up your feelings about your tutor over all.
“Dammit, Stephen…” You huff impatiently, “At least fuck me with your fingers if you’re still too scared to use your tongue.”
“M’not scared,” He denies, lifting his head slightly to glare at you. “I just want to take my time… I want to make you feel good.”
“It’s not that hard—“
“Last week you were complaining about some meathead who couldn’t make you cum,” Stephen interjects. He gives a dry sort of smile and taunts, “That’s what you get for trying to fuck someone with an IQ lower than the number on the back of their jersey.” You begin to protest before promptly shutting your mouth.
He was right.
“Don’t know why you even bother with other guys,” He continues, a bit of jealousy seeping into his tone. “None of them will make you feel as good as I do, given the chance.” He ducks down, placing a kiss on your mound, making your hips jump. “And you know I’ll do anything for a chance at you, Prissy.”
“Fucks sake, Stephen,” You groan, the words of adoration only making you more and more impatient, “Please just touch me.”
Nerd!Stephen has done a bit of research on this subject, waiting patiently for his time to come. And yeah, maybe that research only consisted of watching porn, but he was making do with what he had. He had the general idea, now he just had to put it to action.
Nerd!Stephen leans forward slowly, still using his thumbs to keep you parted, and sticks out his tongue. He aims for your clit, the swollen little bud landing under the flat, fat meat of his tongue. You jump a bit at the contact, but a pleased sigh leaves your lips.
Letting saliva pool in his mouth, Stephen laps over your clit several more times, but softer than before, noticing just how sensitively you’d reacted to the first touch. At the same time, he watches in awe as your hips roll against him. Such a pretty, fluid motion. Desperate in a way he rarely got to see from you. Absolutely magnificent.
And God the way you tasted.
Ripe and sweet… like honey with a dash of salt. Earthy and pretty and unlike anything else he’d ever tasted.
He’s intoxicated.
You watch his eyes roll back in his skull each time his tongue gets another taste. He was getting drunk off this— off you. He was in fucking heaven.
You let out a small squeal followed by a lengthy moan as Stephen’s tongue travels lower, dipping into your sex. He gives his own moan at the sensation, slowly fucking his tongue into you.
“Oh, shit!” You keen, back arching, legs trying to close. Your chest heaves as he repeats the same action a few times before licking a long, thick stripe back up to your clit. “Baby, that feels so good,” You whine.
Stephen whimpers at the praise, resting his cheek against your thigh and lapping at your folds. Experimentally he takes one of your lower lips between his own and sucks, watching the pretty petal snap back into place as he releases it. You squirm, your ass lifting off the bed as he repeats the action on the other side.
You watch through hooded eyes as he moves onto his knees, the strain of his erection against his jeans looking positively painful. Instead of whipping it out like you expect him to, Stephen crawls forward and traps you between his arms. Leaning down, he presses a timid kiss to your lips, unsure at first as to whether or not you’d be into it after he’d just been sampling your cunt. He’s surprised and delighted when you reach up, threading your fingers through his hair and deepening the kiss.
You part your lips and lick at Stephen’s, a soft moan leaving your lips as your tongues tangle together in a messy kiss.
“My pussy tastes good on your tongue,” You murmur to him, gently scratching at his scalp. “You aren’t too bad at that, Strange.”
Nerd!Stephen practically glows with pride at the compliment, his cheeks turning pink at the compliment. He buries his face in your neck to hide his embarrassment and you give a small giggle that quickly turns into a drawn-out moan when Stephen starts sucking on your neck.
“Mm…” You hum as Stephen begins pawing at your shirt, clearly desperate to have it off. “You want me to take off my shirt, Baby?”
“Please,” He murmurs.
You nod and sit up on the bed, quickly stripping your shirt and laughing at the dumb look on Stephen’s face as your tits are places directly in his line of sight.
“So pretty…” He mumbles dumbly, tongue practically rolling out of his mouth.
You smile, reaching down and lifting Stephen’s head to look at you as you tease, “Awe, you think I’m pretty, Baby?” He nods quickly, always so eager to please.
“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” He mumbles, pushing forward to press his lips against your neck.
You’re pressed back against the headboard, trapped between the hard wood and Stephen’s voracious touch. You gasp as Stephen suddenly plunges two fingers inside, a moan of unexpected bliss leaving your lips. You grasp at his shoulders, lips parted as you pant, your hips chasing his hand as he slowly fucks two fingers in and out of you.
He moans against your skin as you clench around him, your nails digging into his back. He loves it when you do that. He loves seeing the red crescent shapes molded against his skin the morning after.
Nerd!Stephen detaches himself from your neck, pulling away and looking into your eyes as he curls his fingers against your front wall. The sensation makes you jump, your brow tensing in pleasure.
The way your lips are parted in an ‘oh,’ your hands grasping at him and the pillows for support, the way you write beneath him….
“So beautiful…” He thinks to himself. But you squeak, your cheeks turning a feint shade of pink, and Stephen realizes he’s spoken aloud. But he doesn’t retract the statement. Instead, he doubles down. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Caught off guard by the sincerity and never one for romance, you snap, “I’m the only woman you’ve ever seen.”
He gives a slight smirk at the snark and says, “The only woman I ever want to see.”
Nerd!Stephen silences whatever smart ass comment is about to leave your mouth when he reaches up with his free hand and pulls his glasses from his face. He places them atop your head and requests, “Keep those safe for me.”
You don’t have time to object before he’s leaning down, his tongue working magic against your clit once more. You whine and moan, the headboard bumping gently against the wall. When you reach down and grab a fist full of Stephen’s hair, he moans into your cunt, the vibration making you shake.
He looks up at you with those big, blue eyes, intent with concentration and hooded with lust. God, you might melt. You’ve never seen anything as pretty as those eyes watching you as he nurses on your clit.
You don’t have time to warn him— don’t have time to say anything as your body tenses, all the air leaving your lungs as you cream around his fingers. You throw your head back, convulsing against the mattress as Stephen continues to flick his tongue against your clit. You see splotches of light behind your eyelids, your orgasm so intense you can’t seem to breathe. Each time you think you’re coming down from your high, another after shock would hit and you’d be left just as breathless as before. It was incredible. You’d never had an orgasm like it.
Nerd!Stephen can’t stop. It’s too good. It’s too fucking good. The way you look, feel, taste. Christ, is this how people got addicted to sex?
He knows your overstimulated, he can hear you begging him to slow down, but how can he? He could make you see stars again. He could give you pleasure beyond belief over and over. He could make you want him in this way. He could get you addicted. He could get you high. He could fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked. Better than any of the meatheads you normally gave your attention to. He could be everything you needed and more.
“Stephen— Jesus!” You cry out. You almost sound broken and it makes him puff with pride. “S-Steph, I’m gonna’— s’too much!”
And like any gentleman would do, he starts sucking on your clit again, intent to make you cum more than your fair share for the night.
Nerd!Stephen doesn’t flinch when your thighs clamp around his head. He doesn’t panic or move to pry them away. He quite liked the predicament he was in. He doesn’t try to shoulder out or move for air. Instead, he lets out a deep groan, his cock throbbing as he cums in his jeans like the virgin he is.
He couldn’t help it. It was just too good. It was all too much and not enough. He’d go back home tonight and fist his cock if you didn’t do it for him, and he’d do it to the image of your eyes screwed shut and whimpers dripping from your parted lips.
Nerd!Stephen looks up to see if you may have noticed his own release , only to find you lost in the throes of your own ecstasy. The two of you have shifted once more, your back now firmly against the mattress and head propped up on the pillows. Your chest heaves, breasts bouncing each time you quiver or shake, hands gripping at the sheets beside you.
Your head is thrown back on a moan, but when you lift it once more, Stephen finds his glasses perched crooked on your nose, slightly fogged up, and you too dumb to care.
Starting a new tag list for nerd!strange! Let me know if you’d like to be added in the comments :)
Nerd!Strange getting to eat for the first time <3
Not proofread, so apologies for any mistakes. Please leave ideas for Nerd!Strange in the comments or in my inbox! This one was left by anon and for some reason I couldn’t answer the ask? Idk, y’all know how tumblr is, but thank you to that person for the idea.
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Nerd!Stephen sees heaven the first time you spread your legs for him to see. The minuscule coverage of your thong does nothing to hide the plump outline of your lips.
Nerd!Stephen nearly begins to drool when your legs fall to the side, exposing the bright blue material of your panties. In the center, there’s a spot of cobalt where your arousal leaks out, staining the fabric with your need.
He brings a pair of shaking hands to your legs, fingers exploring the smooth skin slowly. It’s almost pitiful the way he looks at you; Like he’s never seen anything more spectacular in his life. Then again, maybe he hadn’t.
Nerd!Strange lowers himself to his stomach, wrapping his arms through your legs and roughly pulls you forward. Your head slides off the pillows as you slide toward him, a gasp of shock leaving your lips at the unexpected action.
It was sexy… almost dominant. A very rare dynamic for Stephen.
Still, he apologizes sheepishly, “Sorry…”
“Um… no worries,” You return, already a bit breathless as he simply runs his hands up and down your thighs.
Nerd!Stephen is a pervert. He knew it and so did you, so he feels no shame in leaning forward and pressing his nose to your clothes cunt, taking a deep, indecent whiff of your scent. He lets out a small whine at the smell, his hips shifting involuntarily against the mattress.
He draws back once more, eyes devouring the outline of your pussy before finally reaching up and oh-so-delicately sliding your panties to the side.
He’d seen pussy before in porn— all different types. But he swears he’s never seen anything as delicious looking as your cunt. You were already wet, a soft shine covering each lip. His eyes trace the outline of your womanhood, taking in each and every detail. You hold back a whine at the lack of stimulation, aside from the soft puffs of air coming through his nose as he sits there gawking.
“Fuck— Stephen,” You finally whine out, “Touch me or something, Jesus. I’m gonna’ dry up at this rate.”
Nerd!Strange’s eyes flicker to your own before he contests, “No you won’t. You like this.” Still, he turns his head and presses a tender kiss to your thigh. “You like the anticipation.” He turns and kisses the other thigh. “Not knowing when you’ll get what you want. It’s unusual for you. You like that.”
You squeak as he turns and nips at your thigh before soothing over the spot with his tongue. You let your head fall back, staring up at your ceiling, chest heaving. Stephen doesn’t let up, taking his time, slowly dragging his lips and tongue along your inner thighs. You were so soft and warm. The way you were practically panting had him enthralled. He knew he was only making it worse as he ran his hands along your stomach, stopping just short of cupping your breasts.
He loved your tits, but that’s wasn’t what tonight was about.
“I do want a taste,” He says lowly. “Never done this before, always wondered what it’s like.”
You gasp when he he uses his thumbs to part your lips to the side, the cold air hitting your most sensitive parts. Your whole body shivers and you grip at your comforter, searching for anything to ground you.
“So pretty…” He marvels, voice full of sweet and genuine awe. “Always knew it would be. Always wondered if she was as pretty as you were.”
He collects part of your slick on either thumb and begins gently massaging around the areas where you needed him most. His touch was perfect; Not too hard or too soft, definitely not moving too fast, and sure as hell moving too slow… but it was nice. You couldn’t recall the last time a man was going down on you and seemed excited about it. Come to think of it, had any man ever been excited to go down on you?
The nerd certainly was, with his big, glassy eyes and perfectly plump lips parted in wonder. The way he kept looking up at you, eyes studying your face.
He loved to study you like this. You swore he was memorizing exactly what faces you made when he touched you in particular ways. It was infuriating and adorable. Which pretty much summed up your feelings about your tutor over all.
“Dammit, Stephen…” You huff impatiently, “At least fuck me with your fingers if you’re still too scared to use your tongue.”
“M’not scared,” He denies, lifting his head slightly to glare at you. “I just want to take my time… I want to make you feel good.”
“It’s not that hard—“
“Last week you were complaining about some meathead who couldn’t make you cum,” Stephen interjects. He gives a dry sort of smile and taunts, “That’s what you get for trying to fuck someone with an IQ lower than the number on the back of their jersey.” You begin to protest before promptly shutting your mouth.
He was right.
“Don’t know why you even bother with other guys,” He continues, a bit of jealousy seeping into his tone. “None of them will make you feel as good as I do, given the chance.” He ducks down, placing a kiss on your mound, making your hips jump. “And you know I’ll do anything for a chance at you, Prissy.”
“Fucks sake, Stephen,” You groan, the words of adoration only making you more and more impatient, “Please just touch me.”
Nerd!Stephen has done a bit of research on this subject, waiting patiently for his time to come. And yeah, maybe that research only consisted of watching porn, but he was making do with what he had. He had the general idea, now he just had to put it to action.
Nerd!Stephen leans forward slowly, still using his thumbs to keep you parted, and sticks out his tongue. He aims for your clit, the swollen little bud landing under the flat, fat meat of his tongue. You jump a bit at the contact, but a pleased sigh leaves your lips.
Letting saliva pool in his mouth, Stephen laps over your clit several more times, but softer than before, noticing just how sensitively you’d reacted to the first touch. At the same time, he watches in awe as your hips roll against him. Such a pretty, fluid motion. Desperate in a way he rarely got to see from you. Absolutely magnificent.
And God the way you tasted.
Ripe and sweet… like honey with a dash of salt. Earthy and pretty and unlike anything else he’d ever tasted.
He’s intoxicated.
You watch his eyes roll back in his skull each time his tongue gets another taste. He was getting drunk off this— off you. He was in fucking heaven.
You let out a small squeal followed by a lengthy moan as Stephen’s tongue travels lower, dipping into your sex. He gives his own moan at the sensation, slowly fucking his tongue into you.
“Oh, shit!” You keen, back arching, legs trying to close. Your chest heaves as he repeats the same action a few times before licking a long, thick stripe back up to your clit. “Baby, that feels so good,” You whine.
Stephen whimpers at the praise, resting his cheek against your thigh and lapping at your folds. Experimentally he takes one of your lower lips between his own and sucks, watching the pretty petal snap back into place as he releases it. You squirm, your ass lifting off the bed as he repeats the action on the other side.
You watch through hooded eyes as he moves onto his knees, the strain of his erection against his jeans looking positively painful. Instead of whipping it out like you expect him to, Stephen crawls forward and traps you between his arms. Leaning down, he presses a timid kiss to your lips, unsure at first as to whether or not you’d be into it after he’d just been sampling your cunt. He’s surprised and delighted when you reach up, threading your fingers through his hair and deepening the kiss.
You part your lips and lick at Stephen’s, a soft moan leaving your lips as your tongues tangle together in a messy kiss.
“My pussy tastes good on your tongue,” You murmur to him, gently scratching at his scalp. “You aren’t too bad at that, Strange.”
Nerd!Stephen practically glows with pride at the compliment, his cheeks turning pink at the compliment. He buries his face in your neck to hide his embarrassment and you give a small giggle that quickly turns into a drawn-out moan when Stephen starts sucking on your neck.
“Mm…” You hum as Stephen begins pawing at your shirt, clearly desperate to have it off. “You want me to take off my shirt, Baby?”
“Please,” He murmurs.
You nod and sit up on the bed, quickly stripping your shirt and laughing at the dumb look on Stephen’s face as your tits are places directly in his line of sight.
“So pretty…” He mumbles dumbly, tongue practically rolling out of his mouth.
You smile, reaching down and lifting Stephen’s head to look at you as you tease, “Awe, you think I’m pretty, Baby?” He nods quickly, always so eager to please.
“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” He mumbles, pushing forward to press his lips against your neck.
You’re pressed back against the headboard, trapped between the hard wood and Stephen’s voracious touch. You gasp as Stephen suddenly plunges two fingers inside, a moan of unexpected bliss leaving your lips. You grasp at his shoulders, lips parted as you pant, your hips chasing his hand as he slowly fucks two fingers in and out of you.
He moans against your skin as you clench around him, your nails digging into his back. He loves it when you do that. He loves seeing the red crescent shapes molded against his skin the morning after.
Nerd!Stephen detaches himself from your neck, pulling away and looking into your eyes as he curls his fingers against your front wall. The sensation makes you jump, your brow tensing in pleasure.
The way your lips are parted in an ‘oh,’ your hands grasping at him and the pillows for support, the way you write beneath him….
“So beautiful…” He thinks to himself. But you squeak, your cheeks turning a feint shade of pink, and Stephen realizes he’s spoken aloud. But he doesn’t retract the statement. Instead, he doubles down. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Caught off guard by the sincerity and never one for romance, you snap, “I’m the only woman you’ve ever seen.”
He gives a slight smirk at the snark and says, “The only woman I ever want to see.”
Nerd!Stephen silences whatever smart ass comment is about to leave your mouth when he reaches up with his free hand and pulls his glasses from his face. He places them atop your head and requests, “Keep those safe for me.”
You don’t have time to object before he’s leaning down, his tongue working magic against your clit once more. You whine and moan, the headboard bumping gently against the wall. When you reach down and grab a fist full of Stephen’s hair, he moans into your cunt, the vibration making you shake.
He looks up at you with those big, blue eyes, intent with concentration and hooded with lust. God, you might melt. You’ve never seen anything as pretty as those eyes watching you as he nurses on your clit.
You don’t have time to warn him— don’t have time to say anything as your body tenses, all the air leaving your lungs as you cream around his fingers. You throw your head back, convulsing against the mattress as Stephen continues to flick his tongue against your clit. You see splotches of light behind your eyelids, your orgasm so intense you can’t seem to breathe. Each time you think you’re coming down from your high, another after shock would hit and you’d be left just as breathless as before. It was incredible. You’d never had an orgasm like it.
Nerd!Stephen can’t stop. It’s too good. It’s too fucking good. The way you look, feel, taste. Christ, is this how people got addicted to sex?
He knows your overstimulated, he can hear you begging him to slow down, but how can he? He could make you see stars again. He could give you pleasure beyond belief over and over. He could make you want him in this way. He could get you addicted. He could get you high. He could fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked. Better than any of the meatheads you normally gave your attention to. He could be everything you needed and more.
“Stephen— Jesus!” You cry out. You almost sound broken and it makes him puff with pride. “S-Steph, I’m gonna’— s’too much!”
And like any gentleman would do, he starts sucking on your clit again, intent to make you cum more than your fair share for the night.
Nerd!Stephen doesn’t flinch when your thighs clamp around his head. He doesn’t panic or move to pry them away. He quite liked the predicament he was in. He doesn’t try to shoulder out or move for air. Instead, he lets out a deep groan, his cock throbbing as he cums in his jeans like the virgin he is.
He couldn’t help it. It was just too good. It was all too much and not enough. He’d go back home tonight and fist his cock if you didn’t do it for him, and he’d do it to the image of your eyes screwed shut and whimpers dripping from your parted lips.
Nerd!Stephen looks up to see if you may have noticed his own release , only to find you lost in the throes of your own ecstasy. The two of you have shifted once more, your back now firmly against the mattress and head propped up on the pillows. Your chest heaves, breasts bouncing each time you quiver or shake, hands gripping at the sheets beside you.
Your head is thrown back on a moan, but when you lift it once more, Stephen finds his glasses perched crooked on your nose, slightly fogged up, and you too dumb to care.
Always been curious bout this but are you a fellow Palmerstrange shipper? 🤔😁
I am not, and not because I don’t like Christine, but because I love Christine.
And no matter what way you spin it, Stephen was AWFUL to her, both before and after the accident.
I know that they “made up” in DS1 and I see what they were trying to do in MoM, but unfortunately I just don’t think they’re right for one another!
Christine is a very soft, kind soul and Stephen is a very stoic ego-centric person— and I don’t see those as bad traits, I just don’t think that meshes well!
If you compare the Stephen/Christine dynamic to Tony/Pepper, it’s clear why Tony/Pepper were able to work in the long run! Pepper knew when to stand up for herself and how to take the distance she needed. I don’t think we would have ever seen that from Christine. She deserves someone softer to dote on her.
that’s why she’s with nic in ttwy ;)
It’s also why Augustine is as stubborn and loud as she is. I wanted to create someone who would challenge Stephen as much as he challenged them. ttwy is me working toward giving each character the ending they deserve and the character development that was severely overlooked in MoM.
That being said, I love all my PalmerStrange girlies and I like to see how you all imagine the Stephen/Christine dynamic. Keep rockin’ on :)
