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UNHOLY — S. Rogers
pairing(s): Stark!Reader x Steve Rogers ; Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers
warnings: 18+ only ; minors dni ; unprotected sex, pure smut.
a/n: english is not my first language, so please be gentle with me 🙏🏻, it’s my first time writing here, i hope you’ll like it <3 ; third person narrator.
disclaimer: unlike the meaning of the song, reader is not a whore, some changes have been made.
soundtrack(s): Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras ; Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo
synopsis: you’re Tony Stark’s daughter, one of the Avengers and you’ve always had a huge crush on America’s Golden Boy, the one and only Captain America, and he also did. However, when he decided to marry Sharon Carter and have children with her, your desire for him increased disproportionately.
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It was a rainy day, Sharon and her children had retired to their rooms scattered throughout the Avengers Compound to rest and wait for the head of the family, who was returning from errands to run, according to what he previously said, so they could do family activities.
Rebecca and Harrison, were playing videogames in their playroom. Even though they were both teenagers, they loved spending time and resting in that room.
«That's strange, dad should be home by now...» said Rebecca, the youngest.
«..he probably found traffic.» she added later.
Harrison, the elder of the two, kinda knew where his father was and why he was running so late; he had discovered it a couple of months ago, accidentally overhearing a conversation between his father and Y/n Stark.
Little did he know that his father’s heart belonged to Stark’s daughter and, to be honest, he was happy with that. He adored Y/n, she would babysit him when he was younger, their bond was more unbreakable than his father’ shield made out of vibranium.
His mother, though, didn’t know anything, and so did his sister.
With a smirk on his face, still focused on the game, he opened his mouth.
«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.»
«What are you saying Harrison?» asked confused Rebecca.
«Nothing, don’t worry Bex. I was just murmuring something..» replied the boy still keeping that smirk on his face..
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«It's been a long time since I've been here.. I see you've been remodeling your house.» his voice echoing in the living room of the immense apartment of Tony Stark's future billionaire heiress.
«And it’s only the living room you see, wait until you see the rest of the house.» answered a girl of average height, long wavy brown hair with a curvy but athletic body shape.
«Long time no see, doll.» added the guy, the one and only Steve Rogers himself.
«I've noticed that you always practice when I'm not around, this has been going on for a while....» continued.
«Your wife is always in the way, that's why I never train when you're around.» said Y/n annoyed.
«I guess you're here to get your Harley fixed, right? I saw it on the workshop cameras.» added her.
«You’re right.. and I’m here also because I miss you.» Steve said by approaching the girl.
«Don't try to soften me up Rogers, you know very well it doesn’t work with me. In the last few months you've become Sharon's shadow, barely paying attention to me, and I'm not just talking about us outside the team.» scolded off Y/n.
«Oh, c’mon Stark, you're old enough to understand that what we're doing is wrong... and I can't afford to make any missteps... I have two children.»
«Then why are you here? I didn’t even want you to come. I left the compound just to let you alone with your family, and avoid any suspiciouns about us. We spent a lot of time together, your son also overheard one of our conversations. it's a miracle he hasn't said anything to anyone yet.» said Y/n going in her bedroom, followed by the captain who was trying hard to make contact with her.
It had been months since the two had last had sexual intercourse, and he missed her terribly.
He missed her like when you miss the air when you’re underwater in the pool or the sea.
«You are so attractive Y/n. this outfit looks particularly good on you... I think it has some power over my body...» said Steve with a smirk on his face while Y/n was innocently bending over by the bed to grab some clothes and put them in the cabinet.
She was wearing nothing but a Victoria's Secret black satin kimono with lace trim, which covered her toupee and coulottes.
That outfit, contributed in creating a bulge under Captain Rogers' black skinny jeans.
«..It has some power over your body? Are you kidding me Rogers?» she said, pretending to be shocked as she slowly approached the boy.
«Are you sure it’s the outfit and nothing else?» she added, moving to lock the door and then moving back in front of the boy, placing her hands on his black leather jacket and pushing him toward the dark red velvet sofa near the huge windows of her bedroom, forcing him to sit down.
«Did I touch a devole point perhaps?» Said steve in a provocative tone.
Y/n fastened her kimono and positioned herself astride Steve, bringing her intimacy closer to the Captain's, rubbing lightly.
Rogers lowered his eyes for a brief moment, observing the form of the girl sitting on him, meanwhile his bulge grew larger and larger.
«You know, Captain… a lucky, lucky girl, she got married to a boy like you.. she'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew, ‘bout all the shit you tell me that you do..» she began to say whispering in his ear, referring to his wife, Sharon.
«Dirty, dirty boy, you know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been, and how you don't know how to keep your business clean» continued her, kissing every inch of loose skin on his face and neck, provoking him.
«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.» Said Steve imitating a child's voice as, with superhuman speed he grabbed Y/n by the hips and, sketching a wicked grin, catapulted himself onto the girl's marriage bed, gently resting her body beneath his.
«There he is, that’s the Captain I know, always ready to le-» as she spoke, Y/n was interrupted by Steve's lips colliding against hers in a long, passionate kiss.
«If you don't shut your mouth, I swear I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow.» growled the supersoldier.
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«He’s sat back while she’s droppin’ it, yeah, she put it down slowly.. Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at
ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that» said Harrison choosing another videogame to play.
«Harrie, you’re scaring me. What are you saying?» added worried Rebecca, not knowing what was going through his brother’s head.
«I’ll wake mummy up, so she can call daddy. It's pouring outside, dad’s with the bike.» cooed the girl standing up and moving towards the door to go wake her mother.
«You’re so innocent Rebecca, he’s a grown up and besides, also a supersoldier, capable of taking care of himself while it’s raining outside.» laughed Harrison.
«Why are you telling me that I’m innocent? I don’t understand» sighed the girl.
«Do you remember Y/n, right? look around, she’s Tony Stark’s daughter, part of the Avengers, and she doesn’t live here anymore.» started Harrison.
«She used to babysit me when I was younger and mom travelled around the world for her missions. Dad was always with her, they were so close, and uncle Bucky told me that they were even before Dad and Mom met and then married» continued.
«You know.. she’s special, and dad thinks about it all the time. I do still love her. I really spent a lot of time with her, even called her mom, just because I hardly ever saw ours.» confided the boy.
«However, one day, mom argued with dad because of the relationship that had developed between me and Y/n.. she couldn't stand that I called her “mom” and blamed dad for not separating her from me and not intervening sooner.» added with a sad tone.
«Oh lord.. but I still don’t understand what does this have to do with dad.» delineated Rebecca.
«When Y/n left the compound, dad tried his best to make her stay, but she felt guilty and would not listen to any other reason.»
«Since that day, dad started to sneak out of the compound and visit her, they spend a lot of time alone. He misses her, and I guess she misses him too, the curious thing is that they have never had a love affair, but maybe they have some other kind of affair -- if you notice, mom and dad are not very intimate..» ended Harrison.
«So you’re saying that dad cheates on mum with Tony’s daughter?» questioned the girl.
«I’m not saying it, it’s just a suspicion I have. And even if it was real, I could only be happier about it. That girl is pure oxygen for dad, she makes him feel alive.» replied her brother.
«You’re happy about it? Are you nuts? He’s CHEATING on mom with another girl! How could you be happy about it?! We need to tell mommy!» blurted out Rebecca, running towards her mother’s room.
«What an idiot. She should not get involved in their business. That was confident.» whispered to himself Harrison.
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«Do you like when I’m on top of you, Stark?» growled Steve rubbing his intimacy against Y/n’s.
«Or maybe you like when I touch you..» continued while one hand ran down the girl's crotch, moving the flap of fabric covering her pussy with two fingers while exploring the area, moistened with arousal.
«Look at you, doll, so wet for me.. you have no idea of how much this turns me on.. I want to eat you out right now.» whispered Steve as he kissed her neck and left scattered purple marks.
«Then do it, daddy, I’m not stopping you» hissed Y/n.
Being called “daddy” by Y/n excited him to death and also drove him crazy. His eyes turned dark blue, the pupils enlarged and all of his body stiffened.
The two fingers he had placed under the fabric she was wearing reached her clitoris, making her jump slightly. It was a risky and unexpected move, but one that made her moan his name.
«Say it again Y/n» he ordered, slowly entering her pussy and starting fingering her.
«S-st-steve.. please..» moaned her arching her back.
«Oh god, I love it when you call my name.» added the Captain, removing his fingers.
With a swift movement he slipped off Y/n's coulottes and spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them, not before giving her a long, wicked kiss.
«I’ll make you cum until I heard you call out my name.» growled him, licking out her wet folds.
«I love your taste, baby. I’ve missed it.» continued while eating her out with circular, alternating movements between fast and slow. All of a sudden he slipped two fingers inside her, and began to move faster, while his mouth was focused on sucking and biting her clitoris.
His movements made her wiggle and arch her back. Y/n felt heat forming in her lower abdomen, and she was aware that she was about to reach her orgasm. She then decided to open her mouth and beg Steve to make her come.
«Steve please, I’m coming.. f-faster..» begged her.
«What did you call me?» he said stopping.
«You know how to call me. Now turn around and go doggy style. You broke one of our rules, and need a punishment. Do you remember? Never call me by my name unless I tell you to.» he scolded off while Y/n was adjusting herself, removing the rest of the clothing she had on.
«I’m sorry, daddy.. I promise I’ll be a good girl.. don’t punish me..» she cried out.
«I don’t care about what you say, you’ll get your punishment.» he said while removing all of his clothes and underwear, spreading y/n’s leg and settling between them. His cock, hard and vascular, twitched. Steve could see drops of pre-seminal fluid leaking from his foreskin.
«I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea of how frustrating it was to have to jerk me off only thinking about you, unable to touch you or have you riding my cock. And, by the way, he missed your mouth.. care to give him a kiss later?» he growled thrusting into her suddenly, making her whimper.
«As you p-please daddy..» she whimpered. He waited a few minutes, just to let Y/n adjust herself, then started pushing mercilessly into her, the sound of their skin colliding also echoed in the room, between their moans.
As he fucked her without restraint, Steve grabbed her hair, causing Y/n's head to bend back slightly, and with his other free hand slapped her ass repeatedly and powerfully, leaving her with red marks from his hand. That, was her punishment.
«I can feel your folds contracting and shrinking around my cock.. look how good you are at taking my cock.. oh god Y/n, you’re so wet and tight..» he said thrusting powerfully, exchanging positions quickly, so she was now upon him.
«Care to ride my cock, babygirl? Show daddy how good you are at riding it.. I really want to see how those pretty boobs of yours bounce along your movements..» he ordered as the girl obeyed.
«I’ll do whatever you please d-daddy.. but I feel like I’m c-coming.. please let me c-come..» she cried out.
«Ride me, now!» he shouted placing one hand on her hip and one on her breast, squeezing it.
She started riding his cock, as her walls clenched and tighten around his shaft, her body trembling and her breath suddenly icreasing.
«Do you want me t-to cu-cum all over your body or do you want me to fill you up, baby?» he questioned.
«I’m your personal slut, captain. You decide.» she responded, feeling heat increase all over her body, especially in her low abdomen.
Hearing those words, Steve pulled Y/n in for a kiss, by positioning the hand which was previously on her hip, behind her neck.
He bit her lip, causing her to moan against his mouth and causing him to help her reach her climax by pushing even harder into her.
As soon as she approached her climax, so did he and they came together.
Y/n could feel Steve's cum fill her to the last drop and, Steve, could feel Y/n's pussy shrinking around his cock.
Suddenly their movements slowled to a complete stop, and that was when Steve positioned Y/n beside him, kissing her forehead and caressing her.
«You were so good at taking my cock..» he said taking breath.
«No one can get it the way I can, Steve.» she whispered in his ear with a smirk, slowly moving down to his still erect cock, placing one hand around the length and placing her mouth on the foreskin, opening it slightly and taking it into.
Steve was silent, he had no words, nothing to say, so bent his head back, settled down, and let the girl do everything. From time to time there was eye contact, which made his cock contract.
Y/n went on like that for about fifteen minutes, until Steve reached his second orgasm and came in her mouth.
Wiping with her fingers the nooks and crannies where cum had leaked, Y/n swallowed and snuggled down next to Steve, putting her head on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.
«It tastes so good..» she said leaving kisses on his cheeks and mouth.
«I wish you could stay here forever, Steve.. I really want to.» sighed Y/n.
«You have no idea how much I would like that too... however, I'm married, and you know that.»
Hearing those words, Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew well that Steve, her first and only true love, was unattainable.
They had known each other for years, but she always missed the chance to tell him how she felt. He, too, was no different, too shy to confess his feelings to her, too intimidated by turning against Tony.
Years later, however, the two were still unconscious about their feelings for each other.
Their sexual relationship began on Steve's wedding day. He was the one who had started this adventure. He needed to clear his head, and as he locked himself in one of the rooms of the mansion where the reception was taking place, he found y/n unnerved.
Without a second thought, he catapulted himself onto her, and they had a sexual intercourse, in which she took part without backing down.
From then on, they began seeing each other secretly until Steve became a father and asked her for the favor of babysitting his son Harrison when both he and his mother were indisposed.
Eventually Harrison grew up together with his father and babysitter as his mother, Sharon, was often away on business. When the couple later argued because Harrison called Y/n “mom” instead of Sharon, Y/n felt guilt crushing her chest and thus decided to leave.
She tried to return but, seeing the couple reunited and close-knit, decided to leave the Avengers Compound for good and live alone, away from everyone. She no longer trained with the team, no longer spent time with the Avengers, and only showed up at the Compound when Steve was not there. By now she frequented that place only for her father.
«Y/n.. I have something to say..» he whispered turning around to face her.
«Say it, then.» she responded.
«I… uhm..» he esitated for a moment «I…»
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«Mummy wake up, I have to tell you something important.» said Rebecca gently shaking her mother.
«Is daddy home?» questioned Sharon, who was waking up.
«No, he’s not, but I know where he might be!» responded the girl.
«Where’s he?» said Sharon, meanwhile from the hallway there was the noise of the footsteps of someone running, and that someone was indeed Harrison.
«Dad’s at Y/n’s pl-» started Rebecca before being interrupted by her brother.
«Dad’s at Y/n Stark’s workshop, his bike needed to be fixed, he called me a few minutes ago.» said Harrison showing the list of recent calls to his mother.
«So he’s on his way home?» asked Rebecca.
«Yes he is, and also says he’s sorry for running late.» answered Harrison, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and walking towards his bedroom, followed shortly after by his sister.
«I swear to god Bee, if you try even one more time to tell mom what I told you, I will make you pay for it.» hissed the boy.
His sister didn’t respond, she just nodded her head and retired to her bedroom quietly.
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Steve was about to say something to Y/n when he was interrupted by the ringtone of his cell phone.
It was his son, he had called persistently and had left about 20 messages.
He responded in a hurry and quickly put his clothes back on, not before cleaning himself up.
«Look, Y/n I’m sorry but I gotta go.» he said buttoning his belt.
«Wait, you were about to tell me something, what is it then?» she questioned with a puzzled look mixed with sadness.
«Nothing, forget about it. See you little Stark» he ended the conversation, rushing out of the girl’s house.
Tears began to form in Y/n's eyes, but she shook her head and headed to the bathroom, to wash herself.
She filled the tub with warm water and set the shuffle playback on Spotify.
To her surprise "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo started up and she began to sing it at the top of her lungs.
God, I wish that you had thought this through
Before I went and fell in love with you
[…]
Don't you dare forget about the way
You betrayed me
And I know that you'll never feel sorry
For the way I hurt, yeah
[…]
Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter
[…]
Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.
«I love you, Rogers.. I really do.» she whispered to herself before washing her face with hot water and relax her tensed muscles.
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Steve’s bike got fixed and he rushed home, with guilt that wouldn’t leave him.
On his way home, he had made a decision, to leave her wife so he could spend the rest of his days with Y/n, his true love.
«I’m back!» shouted Rogers approaching the rooms reserved for his family.
«Finally, Bex and Har thought you were lost.» said Sharon hugging his husband, without getting a hug in response.
«What’s wrong with you, Stevie? Did something happen?» questioned the blonde.
«We need to talk.» He coldly replied.
The two went to the meeting room, surrounded by soundproof glass, and once inside, Steve confessed in full detail everything that had been and still was present between him and Y/n. He felt guilty, both about his children and his wife, but most of all he felt guilty about the girl he truly loved.
Sharon was shocked, not expecting it, however, she understood. Indeed, she had recently met a man who worked with her at SHIELD and they had started dating, but never sleeping together, for now.
They were playing with equal arms, both adulterers, both guilty of each other's suffering. Yet Sharon could not believe that all this time Steve had hidden this from her. She could understand weeks, months... but even years? And with two children in between?
After a heated argument, the two came to the conclusion that they had to break off their marriage.
Several days later, they decided to communicate the decision to their children, who, in understanding their father -Harrison in particular, who was happy for him- did not take it badly.
For her part, Sharon decided to leave the Avengers Compound and move back to her old home.
Steve and the children would remain living in the same place.
From that time on, Steve almost never called Y/n again; he wanted to wait until his divorce was official before contacting her again. Up to that point he had ignored her, and he felt terribly guilty.
He was aware that Y/n was suffering, but he promised himself that he would never make her feel bad again.
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It had been months since Y/n and Steve last had sex. A week after that event, Y/n began to experience strange symptoms, such as nausea and belly pain.Frightened, she decided to take a pregnancy test, which, to her surprise, came back positive.
Having had no relations with anyone other than Steve, the fetus in her womb could only be his.
However, Steve's estrangement pained her and not a little, but she still decided to keep the baby, who only after a couple of weeks turned out to have a twin.
And there she is, six months later, pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. Captain America's children.
When Steve ran to Y/n to talk to her and tell her about the divorce, he almost had a stroke.
He felt his world come crashing down on him.
He could not think about Y/n being pregnant by another man.
«Y/n, I need to talk to you» Steve said as he approached the girl's bed, his head down.
«Talk, I'm listening. But then go away, I don't want to see you again» she replied annoyed, gently stroking her belly.
«Sharon and I got divorced» Steve confessed all of a sudden. That news made Y/n jolt; she had not expected it. Her heart missed beats and little tears of joy threatened to spill from her eyes.
«Steve tell me you're kidding, please» said Y/n almost shocked.
«I'm not kidding. I did it for the two of us.» He said as he approached the girl, helping her out of bed.
«Y/n I love you, I always have.» he said putting his hands on her hips, now big because of her baby bump, and pulled her close to kiss her.
She returned the kiss and began to cry with joy.
«I love you too, Rogers. I always have.»
She could not believe that this was happening. Steve, her Steve Rogers, was finally hers in his own right, and he was also the father of the children she was carrying.
All of a sudden, however, Steve broke away the kiss, and before Y/n could open his mouth, he lowered his gaze to the baby bump, caressing it.
«Who’s the father of the baby?» he asked in a sad tone.
«They're twins, Rogers -- a boy and a girl..» she began, not answering his question.
After minutes of silence, he opened his mouth to speak.
«Congratulations...and I'm sorry I left you alone, that was not my intent-» he spoke only to be abruptly interrupted.
«They’re your children, Steve. You're the father.» she confessed, placing her hands on the boy's, still firm on her baby bump, who was now smiling.
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Finding Your Way Back (Part Two)
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A/N - This is heavier on the Stephen Strange & reader than I planned, oops. Also, thank you for the support on part one of this, I hope y'all like it!
It had been nine months since you’d first disappeared and two months since they'd managed to rescue you. In the two months since you’d been back you had been moved from the hospital into the compound and hadn’t done more than squeeze Bucky’s hand half a month ago.
Just because you were not showing any outward signs of being awake didn’t mean your mind wasn’t active. In fact it was working harder than ever, memories that meant nothing to you took over, faces you didn’t recognise, places you were sure you’d never been.
Nothing made sense anymore.
Sometimes you heard voices, you didn’t register what they were saying most of the time but when you heard the man with the metal arm talk you tried to listen, tried to do what he said but you couldn’t.
He asked, begged you to open your eyes, to say something, just to show him you would be ok and you tried, you really did but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t do anything.
You knew you had a body, could feel the man hold your hand, was it your hand? You could feel his lips move against it as he whispered words not meant for anyone but himself.
Since the day you recognised him as the man with the metal arm and he had called you Y/F/N you had repeated it to yourself everyday, not letting yourself forget it again.
My name is Y/F/N.
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“Without knowing the damage to her mind, we have no way of knowing just when she will wake up or even if she can. At this point it’s all up to her.” A doctor explained and Bucky just about held his calm, if one more doctor said the same thing to him he was going to explode.
“C’mon there’s got to be something you can do, all this technology’s gotta be good for something.” He said, gesturing around to all the futuristic tech that was in your room.
“I’m sorry, Sergeant Barnes.” Said the doctor before leaving the room.
“Fuck!” Bucky whispered before turning his attention back to you. “Y/N, I know you don’t want to wake up, trust me when they had me it was easy to lose myself in my head too, just let the Soldier take over and not have to deal with it. I know, baby, but you can’t do that. It doesn’t work, all that hurt, all that suffering, it’s just gonna keep building up. You gotta wake up for me, doll, you have to. We can help you, I can help you. Everyone’s here for you just waiting to see those pretty y/e/c eyes again.” Bucky rambled, not sure exactly what he was saying but letting the words out.
When he was met with the same familiar stillness, he let his head rest upon your hand as he mumbled a soft, “please Y/N.”
“I think I may be able to help.” A voice from the doorway said, causing Bucky’s head to shoot up.
There stood Doctor Strange who frowned as he looked over to you. Bucky hadn’t had more than a handful of encounters with the man but he knew the two of you got on great.
“How?” Bucky asked. He refused to get his hopes up just to have them come crashing down when you stayed asleep.
“I can go into her head and upon determining how much damage HYDRA did to her mind I might just be able to break through and communicate with her. Obviously I make no promises but at least we’ll be able to see where her mind is.” Stephen explained as simply as he could when really it was quite a dangerous process. If your mind was completely shattered he could make it even worse by rummaging around, if your mind latched onto him then he was risking his own life.
Stephen hadn’t thought twice before offering.
“Why now?” Bucky asked and it was a fair question considering you’d been asleep for two months.
“I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, I had hoped she would find her way out but it seems she needs some guidance.” Stephen answered honestly. He would have offered to do this the moment you arrived, in fact he had told Tony as much that day, but they decided to give you a chance, see if you could pull through.
“Ok,” Bucky said after a few moments of silence, “ok, you can try.”
Stephen took a seat next to you and gently pressed his fingers to your temple. With a deep breath he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. It wasn’t long before he sat up straighter before going as still as a statue, Bucky watching the process intently.
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Your mind was a mess, that was the first thing Stephen took note of, a mess but not completely broken. There was still time but not much. If he didn’t get through to you soon then they risked losing you forever as you buried yourself deeper and deeper.
‘Y/N.’ He called out, the word echoing around your mind.
He waited a few moments before trying again.
There was no answer.
‘Y/N, can you hear me? It’s Stephen.’ He tried again and this time something happened.
Before Stephen knew it he was looking at rapidly changing pictures, all of them featured him as your mind tried to make sense of who he was.
‘That’s it, Y/N, remember me.’ Stephen encourage as he watched the flashes of memories.
They soon vanished and Stephen stayed quiet for a few minutes hoping you’d ‘talk’. Much to Stephen’s relief his patience was rewarded.
‘My name is Y/N.’ He heard, the voice was faint but determined.
‘Yes!’ Stephen exclaimed before he could stop himself, ‘yes, your name is Y/N. You’re Y/F/N Y/L/N.’
There was silence again for a long moment before he heard;
‘My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N.’
Stephen couldn’t smile in this form for he didn’t have a physical body, he was just a voice in a head, but if he did have access to his body he’d be grinning from ear to ear.
‘Good job, you’re doing so well for me.’ Stephen praised. ‘Do you know where you are?’
‘With the man with the metal arm.’ You answered after a pause.
‘The man with the metal- you mean Bucky?’ Stephen asked though the answer was obvious.
If you couldn’t remember who Bucky was then Stephen dreaded to think what else had been forgotten.
As soon as the words left him your mind exploded. Stephen braced himself against the onslaught of images that flashed through your mind all of you and Bucky.
There were images of you and Bucky dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, there were images of the two of you cuddling in bed, on dates, laughing, crying...images of every moment the two of you had together assaulted your mind.
Distantly Stephen could hear you let out a sound of utter distress but he was so absorbed in the images that he lost himself for a moment.
Finally, the images faded and Stephen came back to himself in time to hear you let out a choked ‘Bucky’.
‘Yes that’s Bucky, you remember him?’ Stephen asked, thankful when you replied with a shaky yes.
‘Bucky’s waiting for you, he’s been waiting for you for quite a long time now. You have to wake up, Y/N.’
It took a long time for you to admit to him you didn’t know how. Stephen sighed, not yet thinking of these consequences of being in your head for too long, eventually when one lives inside their head for as long as you’d had to, it’s only likely that that person forgot that not only is there a whole world outside but also a body dependent on them.
‘That’s ok, we’ll take it easy.’ Stephen said as he began the long process of helping you connect with your body.
-
Bucky continued to watch your practically lifeless form. The doctor had yet to move, it had been an hour and he was in the same position as he had been before, Bucky couldn’t tell if that was a good sign or not.
At the hour and a half mark Tony came in with two mugs filled with coffee, silently taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed after handing Bucky a cup. The room stayed quiet as the two drank their drinks looking from Stephen to you.
“If anyone can help her, it’s him.” Tony told him, his voice quiet but confident.
Bucky didn’t answer for a long while. What was he supposed to say? If Stephen was your only hope and he failed was he just supposed to leave you like this? He couldn’t do that, this couldn’t be your life.
“I know.” Bucky eventually replied. He had faith in Stephen, you trusted him and that was good enough for him. He was thankful for the man who was risking his own, rather powerful, mind to help you.
-
Countless attempts had been made but so far they were pretty unsuccessful. Stephen tried to think about a way to help you but he was quickly running out of ideas.
‘You have to focus, kid, really focus. Take a deep breath and just feel your body.’ Stephen knew how bad you were at mediating when your mind was in the right place, whenever Stephen tried to teach you magic that required an empty mind it took longer than it should have because you struggled to clear your thoughts. Now there were no thoughts but also no understanding of your body.
‘I’m trying.’ You replied, quickly becoming frustrated with the task. Stephen knew he didn’t have long left until you retreated further into your mind, maybe irreversibly.
‘I know you are, you’re doing great. Let’s keep trying.’ But nothing worked, you tried as hard as you could and your body hardly flinched.
Just as you were about to give up you heard the man with the metal arm- no you heard Bucky talking to you.
“Hi baby.” He began before there was a pause. “I don’t know what you and the doctor are up to in that head of yours but I hope he’s helping you, God do I hope he’s helping. I know you trust him but I can’t trust someone completely, not with this, not with you. I wish I could be the one helping you but... you have to listen to him Y/N.” Here you felt Bucky’s hand on your...face?
‘He’s touching your cheek.’ Stephen supplied quietly, feeling the confusion coming from you. ‘Can you feel it?’
‘Yes.’ You replied just as Bucky began to talk again.
“It’s been months since I saw those pretty eyes of yours, doll, since I heard you laugh, since I held you in my arms. Never gonna take that for granted again.” He murmured, letting his thumb brush against your eye.
“Eyes.’ You said, causing Stephen to perk up.
‘Yes, those are your eyes! Open them, Y/N. I believe in you. When you open them Bucky will be right there waiting for you.” Stephen promised.
Your mind fell silent again as you paused before following Stephen’s earlier advice except this time you were able to connect with your body, you could feel your closed eyelids. It took many attempts, it was hard to keep track of time in your mind, but eventually you managed to crack your eyelids open.
-
Bucky watched, frozen, as you slowly pried your eyes open before squinting shut at the harsh light.
“JARVIS.” Tony murmured and immediately the lights dimmed causing you to relax and try opening your eyes again.
Bucky couldn't help but let out a slightly high pitched laugh of disbelief as he looked down at you.
As you were trying to adjust your unfocused eyes, Stephen slowly untangled himself from you before leaving to go back to his own mind. He screwed his eyes shut at the adjustment before opening them and moving his hand from your temple.
“Y/N.” Bucky said, causing you to blink hard before looking at him. It was clear you weren't really seeing him, not yet, as your eyes tried desperately to focus after not being used for months. “Hey doll.” He smiled so widely it was almost painful but he didn’t care. Looking at you, eyes open meant everything to him.
“That’s it, doll, you’re doing so well.” It took a long time and plenty of encouragement but finally, finally, you managed to focus on Bucky.
You saw the man with the metal arm who spoke to you when you were lost, you saw the man who danced with you in the kitchen when everyone else slept, the man who you used to fall asleep next to every night.
The memories were still hazy but you remembered the important parts and that was:
My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N and Bucky Barnes always finds me.
-
Ten months later and you were up and about, still not yet cleared for missions which was understandable because sometimes you had blips in your memory.
For the most part though you were doing ok. You were still adjusting to getting the memories back of your time with HYDRA, the torture they put you through, the people they made you kill…
Bucky helped though, Bucky always helped. He was there every step of the way, through the doctors appointments, the decision to go to therapy, the nights you’d wake up screaming, the nights you sat still feeling numb to the bones. Bucky was there through it all, never once complaining nor leaving your side.
Some days you felt like you could fall apart, some days your memory was so far gone that you only remembered Bucky as the man with the metal arm and some days you remembered everything too clearly.
In the early days of recovery, once you’d remembered you had magic, it had been uncontrollable. The years of training had been completely forgotten and with every nightmare or bad memory your magic reacted as harshly as you felt, trying to protect you from an evil that was no longer there.
Stephen was more patient than he had ever been as he sat with you, day after day, helping you to relearn how to control your magic. Thankfully it didn’t take too long and as your memory started to come back so did the control.
You looked up when you heard the front door open and close, smiling widely as it meant Bucky was back.
He had to go on a mission, one relating to HYDRA. It was his first mission away since you had woken up and though he hadn’t wanted to go you eventually talked him into it. They needed his knowledge on HYDRA to deal with this particular base and you also knew how much he wanted to punch some HYDRA agents.
You had been doing better recently so it wasn’t hard to argue that you’d be ok for a few days. Besides, the compound still had most of the avengers in it as only Steve, Natasha, Sam and Bucky went on the mission.
“Hey doll.” Bucky greeted as he came into the bedroom, making his way over to you before leaning down to kiss you softly. “God, I missed you.” He mumbled against your lips before kissing you again.
“I missed you too, baby.” You replied, running your fingers through his hair. “Go get cleaned up.”
Bucky was quick to shower and dress before he was joining you in bed, pulling you close so that your head rested on his chest, your arm wrapping around him as JARVIS automatically turned the lights off.
“How was the mission?” You asked quietly, reluctant to break the peacefulness that had settled around you.
“We got what we needed,” Bucky said, matching your tone, “I don’t think any amount of blowing up bases is going to feel like enough though.”
“They’re not worth it. I just want to focus on getting better and being here with you.” You said as you turned to face him, smiling up at him softly causing the crease in between his eyebrows to fall away.
“You’re doing so well, baby, I’m so damn proud of you.” Bucky said, the sincerity of his words almost too much for you. You leaned up to kiss him, putting everything words couldn’t say into it.
“I couldn’t have done it without my man with the metal arm.” You laughed softly as you pulled away causing Bucky to grin down at you.
“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky whispered in the dark as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
You shifted so that your head was resting on his chest again before replying.
“I love you too, Buck, more than you’ll ever know.”
Falling asleep with Bucky was the safest you had ever felt, no amount of torture could ever erase this feeling.
‘My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. I am an Avenger. I have magic and Bucky Barnes always finds me.'
JUST SAW MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS AND IM FINALLY DONE WITH SCHOOL!! THAT MOVIE INSPIRED ME SO MUCH,, SO IF YOU SEE ME WRITING A FIC FOR IT...
HEYO!!! can I got a marvel matchup? Preferably male?
Short brown hair
Dark brown eyes
Light tan skin
Freckles
Dimples on the tops of my cheeks
5'3 😑
Busty in the chest area (my back hurts)
18 years old
I enjoy reading, writing, music that makes me feel like I'm committing arson, and bunnies
I'm pretty straightforward and call people out on their BS I don't really sugarcoat things and I'll tell you things straight up
My Idols are definitely Marilyn Monroe and Tiffany Valentine
I have a birthmark on the back of my thigh and I call it my little gravy spot because it looks like a lots of gravy on me
My zodiac sign is Virgo/ Leo cusp 😃
I'm pretty chaotic and chill at the same time
I'm the type of person to yell at you for starting something on fire but I'm also the type of person to be like "you won't no balls" 😏
✨dilfs✨
Hello fellow dilf admirer! I match you with:
Doctor Strange
So, I tried my best, since you didn't give me much info besides what you look like, whih tbh isn't that important to me...😅
This man would love you and simultaneously fear you XD
This man woul love to take you out on coffee/tea dates with some books you could reccomend to each other.
And if you like having deep conversations and are a bit of a philosopher, that automatically gives you brownie points!
He fears your arsonist side, but as long as you're only joking, all is well. But sometimes he can feel his heart jump, and not in the good way, when he sees you looking at the roaring fireplace.
Honesty is something Steven values, and he definitely joins you in calling people out on their bs ;)
He is not someone to join you in chaotic shenanigans, but he'll cheer for you from afar.
Hey guys! This is my fic for Caro’s Wonderland Writing Challenge. She’s super sweet and I am so thankful that I got to participate in her celebration. (And you should totally follow her @ughjoekeery ) For my prompt, I chose the song “Es Tarde” by Juanes, and I recommend that all of you listen to it here before you read so you better understand the reader’s attitude. This started out as a Loki x Reader fic, but I threw in some Doctor Strange x Reader because I am the worst. It takes place between Doctor Strange and Thor: Ragnarok, and I may or may not have stolen some dialogue, but whatever. A little angsty, but not really. Story under the cut. - Sydney
Word count: 1372
You’re in your little studio, the sun shining through your window while you listen to the latest album by Juanes, jamming and dancing and cleaning. Your boyfriend is going to pick you up at your apartment and take you out later tonight. It’s Saturday, and you both need a break from your crazy jobs, so you two planned to go to dinner at this cool place in Soho and then check out some of the art galleries that are open later at night. As you finish wiping down your little stove, you hear someone knock on your door.
That’s strange, you think as you look at your clock, which stares back at you with unflinching green lights, Stephen’s not supposed to be here until five. Maybe he brought wine for before dinner.
As you open the door, though, you’re shocked to find a man dressed in all black with long hair to match. You hadn’t seen this man in a very long time.
“Loki?” You almost shout, so surprised by the god in your hallway.
“Hello, love. May I come in?” He asks with his typical smirk.
“Why the heck would I let you into my apartment? I haven’t seen you in at least three years, you didn’t call to say you were coming, and your don’t have a particularly good track record on this planet. Last time I heard about you was when Darcy told me that Thor watched you die, you dramatic prick.”
“What a warm welcome, though I suppose not entirely unexpected,” he says with that pretentious accent. “And while what you said may be true, I never hurt you when I was in your company, did I Y/N?”
“No you didn’t, but it did hurt when you left, and I have better things to do than listen to your newest plan for world domination.” You cross your arms for effect and lean against your doorframe.
“I apologize for causing you distress, Y/N, but please, just let me come in and we can talk about it.”
“I’m not budging on this, Loki. You should honestly just leave.” You aren’t mad at him, but you have moved on and made a good life for yourself since last time you saw him, and you had all but forgotten about your fling with the god until he showed up again.
“Hey, we were more than just a fling, love. You have to admit.”
“I apparently also forgot you could read minds when I forgot about your existence. Excuse you for intruding on my privacy.”
“That’s no way to talk to the King of Asgard. Come on, where is the love you had for me?” He looks at you with his delicate blue eyes, deliberately trying to sway you, but you learned his tricks while you dated, and you learned how to resist them.
“My love for you eventually blew away like the wind blows away the monsoon rains. And honestly, I don’t think you understand how good it felt to not wake up to a hole in my chest every morning when I thought about our love. Every night, my heart would break, and I would dream of us, I would dream of dying for you in an attempt to bring back our love, and it devastated me. But that door closed, I moved on, and you’re not opening it back up with your pretty eyes and your begging.”
“Y/N,” he said, beginning to get angry. Not yet furious, but he was a little more stiff, a little more impatient, a little more domineering. “I taught you what love is. You can’t just forget about that. Our love was supposed to last as long as the sun.”
“Yeah, but you left,” you shoot back at him, not intimidated by his tantrum. “Our love ended when you left without warning. You abandoned me in the dark, and I crawled back into the light. You may have taught me how to love, but I learned how to forget, and I pieced myself back together.”
His mood is getting worse by the second, and you’re about to go back inside when you hear the elevator chime.
“Y/N?” you hear your boyfriend ask. “Who’s this?”
“Stephen! You’re early,” you beckon him closer and wrap an arm around his middle when he gets to your door, awkwardly stepping around Loki. Loki notices immediately, and sends you a look that obviously says He’s not as good as me. Stephen just evaluates the situation with his typical apathetic stare. “Stephen, this is Loki, Prince of Asgard-”
“KING of Asgard,” Loki stares you down.
“Not so long as your father is alive,” you tell him, and he looks ridiculously surprised. You let him slide earlier because you were too caught up in your emotions, but you know Odin isn’t dead and decide to press Loki’s buttons. “Anyway, Loki, this is Dr. Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme and my boyfriend.”
“You midgardians think you know magic, do you?” Loki snarls, apparently very upset by your new relationship, and raises a glowing fist. Before he can do anything though, Stephen has him in magic orange handcuffs with his back against the wall.
“My, my, Y/N,” Stephen says, voice full of sarcasm. “You said your last boyfriend was different, but you didn’t mention that he was going to stop by today and kill you with magic. You seem to know the most interesting people.”
“Thanks, babe, but I don’t think Loki would kill me. I think there’s still a part of him in love, and I respect that, but Loki, you need to respect me. I’m not just some lost dog that was going to sit at the front door and wait for you to come back. I didn’t know if you were ever coming back, so I just went on living my life, and I met someone along the way who taught me that I could love again. Although I seem to have a type.” You say the last part with sarcasm.
“And what would that be, love?” Loki asks, not as angry anymore, but still glaring daggers at Stephen for keeping him pinned to the wall.
“Oh, you know, tall, dark-haired, magical jerks.” You grin at both boys. “Alright, Loki, you have to leave, but I don’t know what you’re going to do if we let you go. Stephen, is there anything you can do to keep Loki out of trouble while we call Thor?”
“I might have an idea.”
All of a sudden, a hole opens up beneath Loki’s feet, and he falls, no longer handcuffed, into the darkness. Then, you and Stephen go back to his place to summon Thor.
“Lady Y/N!” Thor greets you with a bear hug and you laugh when your toes leave the ground. “Who is this man with a cape that resembles my own?” Even though he was still in his everyday clothes, the cloak had landed on Stephen’s shoulders as soon as he walked into his brownstone.
“Thor! Good to see you! This is my boyfriend, Dr. Strange.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Doctor. Lady Y/N, does your summoning me have anything to do with my brother?”
“Actually, yeah. He showed up at my apartment basically asking me to take him back. I guess pretending to be the Allfather got a little boring.” After a moment, you look at Thor again, confused. “Wait, I thought you watched him die?”
“I did, but I had heard whispers from my people and Heimdall that my father was acting a little unusual, and I began to suspect that Loki might be behind it.”
When Stephen finally opens the portal, Loki lands on his face before trying to regain as much composure as possible. “I HAVE BEEN FALLING,” he yells, “FOR THIRTY MINUTES!”
“Well, you can go home now, Loki.” You attempt to quickly wrap things up. “Thanks for visiting. Send a raven next time.” Thor is about to holler at Heimdall when you place a kiss on Loki’s cheek. “Seriously though,” you smile, “send me something.”
Loki just looks at you, surprised that you seemed to have forgiven him as he begins to disappear in a column of light.
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When student outdid the master || Doctor Strange x Reader
Writing Challenge
Hello! This is my story written for Bianca’s Autumn Writing Challenge (created by @fanlove-fandomlife)
I tried my best and I hope you all will like the story. Enjoy! 🎃 🦇
Words: 1758
Warnings: none
SUMMARY: Pumpkin carving with Dr Strange
Author: Cass
"Well. I'm a doctor and I shouldn't laugh, but... Really? Pumpkins? I thought you have something different for me" Strange shook his head in disbelief, his brow was raised as man was looking at you.
You frowned softly, looking at your mentor and rolled your eyes annoyed. “Yes, pumpkins. Come on. It’s October… Almost end of the month to be honest! Halloween!” You jumped happily. “We have to get ready for it!”
"Y/N.." man sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "You always have been so stubborn. As you can see I'm kinda busy" Stephen pointed at his desk, full of books and papers. "But I suppose I can have a little break."
You whimpered happily and hugged him tight. „You can read and write later. Beside, we both know about your bad habit of spending whole nights on working.” You took his hand and pulled him to a kitchen.
You put one big pumpkin on a counter, humming happily. “Look! This one is just perfect! We can carve this one… And later we can do smaller one… I got only three, but they'll look amazing in front of the Sanctum."
Stephen took a seat on the one of high chairs. A cunning smile has crawled onto his lips. "I see you're prepared. But still scatty!" Strange let out a pearly laugh. "Do you have a pumpkin carving tools?"
„Hey! I’m not scatty and yes. I do have tools.” You giggled. “And! I have a keyhole Saw but… you need to open it… because I don’t have enough strength.” You offered him saw. “Mentor? Shall you?” You asked with soft smile.
Strange took a saw in his hands, but as soon as he did, he put it down onto counter. "It's.. How to say it? Oh! Too mainstream for me" he grinned at you and snapped his fingers. The saw slowly floated up and became dependent several centimeters above the counter.
You sat on high chair and giggled. "Ohh yeees... for sure it is, Doctor." You said and clapped your hands, watching him. "I can't wait!"
"What pattern you would like to have on the biggest pumpkin, Y/N?" Strange gave you a glance, smiling gently.
You hummed, thinking. "A CAT! Like a big, angry cat, with its fur standing up!" You explained. "I think it will be great, you know... Big, scary kitty cat." You meowed and laughed shortly after.
Strange snapped his fingers once again and the saw started its work. Within several seconds the patter was ready. "Is this what you have wanted?" Stephen stretched his fingers delicately.
You blinked and looked at him in disbelieve. "Stephen...." You got up from your seat and took his hands in yours. "This is not about magic, Mentor." You explained and let his palms free.
You picked up the small pumpkin and handled it to him. "Use your hands. It will be more fun."
Stephen was hesitating for a moment. "You good know that my hands aren't as efficient as they used to be" his voice was nothing more but a whisper.
"I know, but you still can give it a try... take your time, do it slowly... Step by step." You said softly. "I know, that I'm just a student here and you are a mentor... but trust me on this one." You smiled and sat back on your previous seat, taking other pumpkin into your hands, than you started to prepare it for carving.
Man rubbed his beard and nodded slightly. "As they say, if you won't try, you'll never know" he had been smirking at you before he started his precise work.
You nodded, smiling widely. "Exactly that, Mentor."
It took you a while to get fully into your task, you were watching Strange from time to time, but you never stopped your work. "How it's going?" You asked, looking at him.
"Like you see" Strange didn't look at you, he was focused on his work. Using a scraper, brunette was removing pulp from his pumpkin.
"I told you that using hands will be better." You giggled and returned to working on your pumpkin.
After an hour you were done with your little masterpiece. It was a simple design: big eyes and wide open mouth with sharp teeth. "It looks like you, especially when you are angry at me..." You picked it up and presented the pumpkin to Stephen. "Y/N! Get back to study!" You growled deeply, trying to imitate your mentor's voice.
Strange couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Haha! Y/N! Am I that gloomy, huh?!" man poked your shoulder, shaking his head.
He got up only to lean his upper body part on the counter. "Don't look at me like that, Y/N. I'm trying to do something more advanced" his eyes were glowing mysteriously in the light of a lamp hanging above your heads.
You laughed louder and nodded. "Not always, Mentor. Mostly you look quite good!"
You blinked, watching him, than you cleared your throat. "Umm... I will.. I will take cloak and I will go buy some good candles, because we need to put them inside."
"Don't worry. I'm an old-fashioned man" his voice was a mix of joy and proud. "Please, check the second cupboard counting from the window."
"Oh... Okay, okay." You nodded slowly and walked to the cupboard, you took a look into it.
You were looking for a while, but finally you found the candles. "Got 'em!" You yelled proudly with happiness
"C'mon. Let's lit them" Strange waited until you set candles into the pumpkins, then he snapped his fingers and in the same second all candles have lit up.
You gasped gaily. "WOW!!! I love that!" You jumped with excitement and hugged to Stephen tightly.
Man wrapped his arm around you, he was holding his head up. "I gotta say, I'm proud of myself."
Stephen's pumpkin had huge, rounded eyes and square mouth with sharp, long teeth. But his pumpkin had also a floral ornaments all around its oval.
You looked at his work. "WOW! You see?! I told you it will be worth a try, and your hands weren't a problem." You uttered with a voice full of pride. "We should take them outside and arrange them in some nice way next to the main gate." You looked at him with smile.
"That's the idea!" Stephen took the smaller pumpkin into his hands. The bigger one simply floated up in the air and started to levitate behind man, following each of his steps.
You blinked and watched your mentor, it was a nice feeling to see him that happy. You grabbed your pumpkin and followed Stephen outside.
You both walked outside through the main door. Stephen took a look around, searching for a place to set pumpkins. "Maybe there?" he pointed at the huge stone laying next to the alley. "I think it'll look right. What do you think, Y/N?"
You giggled and nodded your head. "I think it will be great. Put the big one first, and then we're gonna put smaller next to it." You said pointing at the place, that you thought will be good.
Strange used his power to set the biggest pumpkin onto the stone. He made few movements with his hands, causing the fallen leaves have surrounded the certain point. "Done."
You clapped your hands eagerly as you finished setting your pumpkin near the huge one. "Hooray! So... Mentor, I don't want to keep you away from your work anymore. You can go and do what you were doing before." You smiled at him.
"Oh! Thank you, ma'am, that in your magnanimity you've let me go back to my work!" Strange placed hands on his hips, making ironic grimace. Then, man bowed down. "Once again, thank you, ma'am!"
You laughed out loudly. "Thank you, Mentor! For making my day." You bowed down. "Thank you for help, for fun and for wonderful time." You said with great joy in your voice, being as ironic as you only could
Sometimes it was like that. Stephen Strange seemed to be very serious guy, standing hard on the ground. But the truth was, that deep beneath the mask he was wearing almost for the whole time, Stephen was a nice man, ready to play fool and prank people around him.
Strange whistled loudly. Within few moments, his cloak has flew to him.
"Okay. Let's see. You. Yes! You!" man looked at his cloak. Material shivered softly, when its owner was speaking. "Show me. Which pumpkin is prettier? Huh? Mine? Or maybe the one that belongs to Y/N?" Stephen chuckled darkly, being so sure of himself.
You shook your head in disbelieve. "Come on, cloak. Show us who is better in carving pumpkins." You said and shrugged.
Stephen crossed his arms on his chest. "C'mon. We don't have whole day!" he raised his voice a bit.
Cloak trembled. The crimson material flew to the place, where the pumpkins were set. After moment of hesitation, cloak pointed at your pumpkin.
You laughed loudly and hugged cloak, showing your tongue to Stephen. "I knew it! I'm better!"
Strange paled, clenching his teeth. "Oh!!! What's that!? Even you're against me?! I wasn't expecting that! Bad cloak!"
"No, no. You are a good cloak. Come on, let's go inside. It's cold out here." You sighed and shivered softly.
Stephen laughed loudly. "Don't worry, pal. I was joking." Man approached you and gave you a warm hug. "This time the student outdid the master" brunette clapped his hands. "And now. Maybe a hot chocolate?" man offered you his arm.
You sighed deeply and nuzzled to him. "Sounds like a great idea, Mentor. Let's go inside." You nodded your head and took his arm.
But when you were heading to the Sanctum, the cloak decided to take revenge for previous treatment. Material disappeared somewhere.
You could see with the corner of your eye, how cloak disappears in nearby bushes. You blinked a bit surprised.
"What's going on, Y/N?" Strange stopped in a step, glaring at you. "Wait. Have you seen.." When man turned around to look for his cloak, the material was floating few centimeters in front of him with its collar tightly wrapped around smaller pumpkin. "For Dormammu's sake!!" Stephen yelled, automatically taking step backward.
You only laughed and shook your head. "You asked for this, Mentor. Let's go inside... all three of us." You muttered, looking at cloak and its owner.
"Sure. It was a really nice experience for me" Strange giggled a bit. "We definitely have to repeat this next year."
When Inevitable Arrives || Doctor Strange x Reader
Summary: You are friends with Doctor Strange. A strange thing is happening to you lately - you have lost your ability to sleep. It's caused by some dark nightmares. Strange, trying to help you, pulls you into one of your dreams. He isn't ready for the things he will see.
Warnings: Small IW spoiler
Words: 1340
Authors: Cass & Beast
It was late afternoon, you were sitting on a couch. You had a thick blanket wrapped around your shoulders and head.
You sighed deeply looking around.
You had a big problem, since few days you couldn't sleep.
Okay, that's not entirely true but every night you were sleeping only two hours and taking fact that you had to study and deal with Doctor Strange himself wasn't a good thing at the moment.
Your eyes were already underlined with big dark circles. You let out another deep sigh before snuggling to the blanket. Slowly, your eyes closed and you tried your best to relax and fall asleep. All you have wanted was sleep… just few hours that would give you some energy…
“Y/N… Y/N?!”
Your bloodshot eyes snapped open at the sound of familiar voice. It was Stephen.
He walked to your couch quickly, you could hear just by his voice that he was excited.
“There you are! I was looking for you.” He said and took the blanket off of your head.
“Look, I was just rummaging through our library and I found this book. I never seen it there before. Do you know what does it mean, sweetheart?!”
You gently rubbed your cheek and improved your position on couch.
“I don’t know Stephen… New spells for you to learn? New tricks?” You said with lifeless voice looking at the book in his hand.
You could feel how exhaustion is digging into your head and body. Your whole body was heavy and your mind was slower than a snail.
“Exactly! And the best part is that we can practice them together. These spells are really easy, so even you will be able to master them. Just look at this one.”
He opened book and sat next to you.
You looked at one of the page and tried to read whatever was written there but words and pictures were just a blurry mess for you.
You shook your head and looked at Stephen with forced smile.
“You are right, Stephen. I am sure we will do that soon. Great that you had found this book.”
He smiled back at you but then frowned softly.
“Something’s wrong, Y/N?” He asked with voice full of concern as he studied your face. It was the moment when he noticed your eyes and dark circles under them.
You shook your head.
"Nah, I am fine, Stephen. Don't worry. I have just lost something really important." You shrugged and nuzzled to your blanket pulling it back onto your head.
Small smile appeared on your lips as comforting warmth surrounded you again.
"Like what have you lost?" He asked taking a seat next to you. "You look, I beg your pardon, terrible, Y/N."
He snapped his fingers and his cloat floated off of his shoulders to wrap itself around you.
You let out a quiet sound as you thanked.
"My ability to sleep for more than two hours at a time." You closed your eyes and sighed.
After a minute you opened one eye and looked at him.
"Something's coming Stephen. I think that's why I can't sleep... you know that I am sensitive on this point." You admitted shivering.
He had given a slight nod.
"I feel it, too." Man admitted rubbing over his jaw. "It's like a shadow would be stepping into the Sanctum." He looked around and then back at you. "But you're safe here."
You shook your head, trying to hide deep inside the blanket.
"No one will be safe... Not here, nor anywhere. In my dreams I've seen people turning into an ash... Men, women, children... People, heroes... Everyone." You whispered.
He nodded slowly.
"Don't think of it now. Close your eyes."
Strange shifted closer to you putting his hand on your cheek.
"Just drift away, fade into the darkness."
You grabbed his hand and shook your head.
"I tried, Stephen.... I tried. I tried everything. I tried meditation, spells... Even warm milk. Nothing helped. These dreams... Visions return everytime I close my eyes."
He hummed something under his breath moving his fingers against your temples.
"Free your mind. And drift away, Y/N."
His deep voice was whispering as he was gently touching your head.
You looked at him and nodded slowly, then you followed his order.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes trying to drift away.
There was the darkness all around him.
You both were still on the couch, his hand still on your cheek.
"Open your eyes, Y/N. Don't be afraid."
Doctor got up and immediately, his cloak shifted from your arms to accompany him.
You opened your eyes and looked around.
"So... We are.. like.. inside my dreams?" You asked and got up from couch pushing the blanket off of your shoulders.
"Yes. Exactly."
Strange offered his hand looking deeply into your eyes. "Come on. We will see what's bothering you."
You nodded and took his palm.
"You won't like it... You are there, too." You said and pulled him behind you.
Strange followed your steps, and soon the darkness faded into a bright light.
Stephen frowned a bit.
"New York?" He asked looking around.
"Yes... Exactly... We are in front of our sanctuary."
Then you pointed at the sky. "There... The ship." You said and looked at him.
Indeed, there was a huge ship on the sky. Round form was a cut above.
"What..." Strange mumbled.
Other people on the street were also looking above.
"I can feel a pain."
"This is the first part... Later it gets worst." You muttered as scenery changed.
Right now they were on some other planet.
"I hate this one..." You muttered looking around.
"Where are we?" Strange asked.
He took a careful look around the place covered in dust.
"No idea... This place always shows up just before I wake... And there are we..." You said quietly and pointed aside. "Cloak! Come here... I don't wanna look at that..."
Cloak wrapped itself harder around Stephen, who only breifly ran his fingers over the fabric.
"I can sense a huge power. Endless."
You gasped and frowned looking at cloak. "Thank you. Next time when he will scream at you, just don't come to me." You sighed deeply.
"Yes... Huge power. Power that can destroy whole world that we know."
"No! Stephen! Don't go! Don't leave me."
You slowly tured around as you heard your own voice. "Worst part.."
Stephen looked aside and there they were.
Y/N and him. Standing there, just like it was normal. Stephen-alike-ghost slowly sanked on knees reaching hand out.
"Don't leave me! You can't!" Stephen's ghost slowly changed into dust.
"No... No no... Not me..." Your ghost slowly followed Stephen's and turned into dust as well.
The vision was over. The darkness surrounded you both.
You looked at Stephen with tears on the cheeks.
"Please... Let's go back... I wanna go back Stephen... I'm begging you!"
He grabbed your palm and pulled you closer. Cloak got off if his shoulders to place itself around yours.
Within a second you were back in the room and Sanctum.
You sighed quietly and nuzzled to cloak. "These dreams will become true, Stephen... This time will come... We both will die... I don't wanna die." You whimpered and started cry hiding face into cloak's soft fabric.
Cloak shivered and patted your back gently.
"Not necessary." Stephen whispered sitting down in his favorite armchair. "I think we have to find people who will be able to help us. Each pair of hands will be useful."
You shook your head.
"Stephen... We both know that most of my visions became true. No matter what we had tried to do... I have enough... I am going to bed."
You got up from couch, pushing cloak off of your shoulder.
Cloak shifted away, it looked like it would be offended. Material got back on Stephen's shoulders.
"Try to sleep, Y/N. If these visions will come back to you, just try to go through of them till the end. Maybe you'll find a clue."
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His Ego || Stephen Strange x Reader.
Summary: You are taking care of Strange shortly after his accident
Warnings: None.
Words: 1327
Request by: Anonymous
Authors: Cass & Toro
You loved your job. Helping others was your longtime passion, you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else but in a hospital, unfortunately, last few weeks were a horror to you.
Stephen Strange has ended up in the hospital due to his car accident. After that he went through five doctors and several nurses, and all of them told the one thing: 'I am not going back to him.'
Stephen Strange wasn't the easiest person to deal with. He was an arrogant long before that accident but then it was even worst - a mix of his arrogance and anger.
Soon there was no more doctors that wanted to even enter Strange's room and someone in his condition couldn't just stay alone.
You gathered all of your courage and decided to go there by yourself.
You entered room slowly. "Stephen?"
He raised his brow with a deep sigh leaving his mouth. "What now? Another dose of pills that will miraculously heal me? Nor maybe you've come here to see the best neurosurgeon in the world who is not even able to hold a stupid mug in his hands, huh?!" Strange was raising his voice with each word he was speaking out loudly.
You sighed deeply and shook your head gently. "I came here to see the patient, no matter who he is. I am not here to judge you and you good know this."
You already had to fight the urge to hit him. You had to listen to his screams and now they were directed straight at you, it was really over the line.
Strange turned his head to the window, not saying a word. He started to pretend he was alone in the room.
You let out another sigh and your hands dropped to your sides. "Please, Stephen. Cooperate with us. You know we all want what's the best for you," you said moving closer to his bed. "Come on, show me your hands," you requested as you sat on the edge of his bed.
Former doctor struggled, trying his best to roll on his right side. "Fuck off," he only hissed. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone to feel sorry about me. I'll be fine by my own. If they wouldn't have done that to me, it wouldn't be that bad right now. They fucked my entire life."
"Stephen... I don't do this because I feel sorry for you. I do because this is my job and I am kinda the only one standing by your side since you effectively scared others away."
You watched him for a moment, thinking what more you could add.
"I want to remind you that if not other doctors, you would have lost your hands for real. You good know that you still have a chance, you just need to give yourself time to heal."
"Time to heal, huh?!" Stephen turned his head to face you. "Do you hear your own words?! They've destroyed all the nerves that left! They could have done it other way, inserting a simple fucking stents in my hands! That would truly help! And now they're sending someone like you," he threw you a disdainful glance. "Pathetic."
You shook your head and got up. "You are the pathetic one right now, Strange. Look at yourself, you are the one on this bed. You are the one that was reckless enough to use your fucking phone while driving! Kids in kindergarten know that you should never do this!" You growled. "You should at last be grateful that we saved your ass, and that for now we waste our time to deal with such a stubborn asshole like you. I am leaving now but I will be back later," you simply informed him and then left.
Strange only shrugged his arms slightly and rested his head on the pillow.
He closed his eyes and let the thoughts drift away.
He was almost falling asleep but a sudden thought crawled into back of his head.
You were absolutely right. If he wouldn't be that stupid to check upon his phone while driving, he wouldn't be where he was then.
However, he still was too proud to admit that it was him who was mistaken.
You returned to your office and decided to do a bit of your work before dinner time.
You had to somehow relieve your stress and anger after visiting Stephen. Even if you knew it won't be easy, you set yourself a goal to change his behavior.
During the dinner time you decided to order something in the cafeteria and take it to Stephen.
When he heard someone entering his room, he theatrically rolled his eyes. "I don't want whatever you have there. I am not interested. At all. Leave me alone."
"Yes, yes. But you know what? I don't care, just like you," you said and smiled at him holding a tray. "It's dinner time so I decided to jump to the cafeteria and get you something warm because even you need to eat," you put the tray on his bedside table.
"And how do you imagine this, huh?" He snorted. "How can I eat with those?" man pointed at his bandaged palms. "I think I have to consider your intelligence level, darling," Strange growled.
You took a deep breath, you could feel anger slowly building up again but you only bit inside of your cheek, trying to control yourself. "I always can take bandages off and help you with eating. It's not really a problem," you shrugged, putting hands into pockets of your coat.
"To you it may not be a problem but to me it's a fucking shame but sure, of course, who would even care what fucking Strange feels," man summed up angrily. "Do what the hell you want, I have it deep in my asshole."
"Stephen. I meant unwrapping your hands. I never said that I don't care. Sure I do," you rubbed bridge of your nose. "I understand you are ashamed of your condition but you can't act like this. Please. If you want I can even feed you."
Stephen shrugged slightly. But this time he didn't protest. He let you unwrap his palms, he also let you take a spoon and feed him.
You smiled at him as soon as you finished.
You got up and went to wash your hands. "You see! It wasn't that hard, Stephen. Now please, be a good boy and show me your hands."
He did without complaining. "And? What are you gonna do with them? Are you gonna heal me? No one can, that's the truth," he clenched teeth.
"I am a doctor here and I need to check on them to see how wounds are healing, if you like it or not," you responded, taking a seat on the edge of bed.
You gently took one of his palms into yours and studied it carefully, later you repeated this with other hand.
"They are healing, it looks very nicely, I must say. Would you like me to bandage them back?" You asked looking at him, still holding his hand.
"Do whatever you have to," Strange sighed out loudly. "Besides, I thought you're an ordinary student nor nurse, how funny," his voice sounded more wryly than he attended, so he grinned, cocking his brow.
You lurk around to get new bandages for him and quickly came back to wrap his palms. "Well, because of your lovely attitude no one wants to come here, so I need to be everyone to you," you explained, carefully wrapping his hands. "I hope you will feel more comfortable for now but you know what, Stephen?"
He tilted his head slightly. "No. Tell me."
"I think you still have beautiful hands," you stated and smiled at him, then raised on your feet. "If you will need anything, just ring for the nurse. I will be in my office. And remember, it's gonna be better."
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Confession || Doctor Strange x Reader
Summary: You are Strange's apprentice. You happen to be in love with him. One day you find a courage to inform him about your feelings.
Warnings: none
Words: 1364
Authors: Cass
A/N: Story written for @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam writing challenge. My Prompt was: “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
Another day seemed so boring from the very beginning, yet you had promised yourself that you will no cross it out before the end.
Being an apprentice of doctor Strange himself wasn't an easy task to perform.
The man was moody, and sometimes you were having enough of him. Yet no matter how hard he was on you, you were always coming back to him. It occasionally felt like babysitting a child that lacks of self-control though.
That day couldn't get any worse, you though to yourself after getting downstairs to the large room filled with books. You froze as soon as you passed the threshold. A huge pile of new books was awaiting on the long, wooden desk. Of course, he left me the worst job to do, as always, you though, closing eyes shut for a brief moment.
Then, you started to catalogue the books.
"I can see you finally decided to get up and start your duties, Y/N." Stephen said walking into the room.
Stephen took you from Kamar-Taj after everything that happened. You were a promising student, so promising that the Ancient One herself was training you but after she was gone you were left all alone. He didn't want you to stay there.
He was hard on you and it was completely on purpose, Stephen tried to do whatever you could to make you work hard on yourself and your skills.
You stopped yourself from snapping back in a response, instead you nodded your head slightly. "I'm sorry, Master Strange, I sat too long with a book yesterday's evening and I overslept," breif information was recited smoothly like you would have prepared it before. "As I can see, you've gotten new books for our library, Master."
"I told you to not call me Master, I am indeed your teacher but we aren't in Kamar-Taj anymore," Stephen looked at pile of books, nodding. "I got the for you, those should be fine for your level of knowledge. They are perfect unless you sleep while reading them." He joked, teasing you.
Stephen's cloak floated to you slowly and looked over your shoulder on all of the gathered books.
You petted the cloak gently like you would be petting a little bunny. "Where should I put them? Am I free to decide or do you have some idea?," You asked Strange not looking at him.
You felt his glance on your features, but you didn't dare to give him a look. "Do you want me to bring you the manuscripts I've found in the library recently?"
He nodded, looking at you. "Yeah, that would be nice. I need to take a look at them."
Stephen knew about your feelings torward him, he spend a lot of this with you and he wasn't blind but afterall he could be mistaken. That's why he never did any move when it comes to you, he Stephen waited at you.
"And you can even take them to your room. Like I said, I got the books just for you. I already have read them."
"Of course, Stephen," you told him.
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Moving books to your room took you almost an hour. Some of them were pretty heavily, and even with the help offered by cloak, the job was hard.
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At the evening, after you finished your meditation session, you've gathered the manuscripts and headed towards Stephen's chamber.
Stephen was busy when you came to his room, so only his cloak floated toward you and wrapped itself around you in a greeting movement.
Strange flipped the page and looked up from his book, rubbing his eyes. "Ah, the manuscripts. I forgot about them." He muttered, sitting straight in his seat. "Thank you, Y/N. Without your help I would get lost long time ago."
You nodded briefly and smiled at him. "Don't say that, you would manage well even without me."
"You think so? Because I am more than sure you are really wrong." He chuckled and closed the book to pay full attention to you.
You put the manuscripts on the top of his desk and took a step backwards. "You're a great Doctor Strange. You're the Stone Protector," you sounded like you would be lecturing him.
Stephen laughed. "I may be a stone protector but I am not a doctor anymore. Not a real one, that's for sure, this kinda ended up my career." He said looking at his hands. "Or maybe it was my stupidity. That's why I make sure to work hard on you."
"I think it wasn't a stupidity but rather a high self-esteem and uppity nature...," You told him trying your best to keep your face straight.
Stephen smiled at you but then he leaned his elbows on the desk. "You know, I noticed a shift in your behaviour."
"A shift on my behaviour?," You asked and tilted your head, crossing arms behind your back. "I am afraid I don't understand."
"And who told you that?" He simply asked, looking at you with a frown. "Why I wouldn't be keen on my own idea?" Stephen smiled mysteriously.
You frowned and cocked your brow. "It was your.... I thought... The Ancient One... Her idea was..."
"Her plan was to teach you, indeed. She couldn't predict that all of this will happen." Stephen shrugged. "I took you here because I didn't want you to stay at Kamar-Taj alone."
He cares for me, he really does, you thought to yourself, and placed hand to your chest. "I understand, sir..."
"I took you in, even if I am not a good teacher. I didn't want you to waste your potential and I didn't really want to be alone here though." Stephen explained.
You nodded. "I understand." You bowed head a little and walked back to the door to leave his chamber, yet you stopped with palm placed on the doorknob. "Stephen...," You turned your head towards him.
Stephen took one of the manuscripts and looked at it briefly before his attention returned to you. "What is it, Y/N?"
"There's something you need to know...," You whispered and turned towards him fully. “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed... So I'll tell you now... I think I'm in love with you..."
"Come here, young apprentice." He told you simply.
You walked to him trying to hide the blush but failed on that.
Strange got up from his seat and grabbed your hand. "I was hoping you will say that because I can say that you're dear to me too, Y/N."
"No!," You pulled your hand out of his grasp. "Impossible. You're an important figure while I am no one."
Stephen looked at you surprised, he did not expect such a reaction. "Does it really matter who are we? If not the stone I would be no one."
"You're someone even before the Stone," you told him in a serious tone. "You were saving people's lives, and now you're the protector of the Stone. And I am here only because our destinies were somehow tangled together by a coincidence...," You looked down to your feet.
"So... You know those are our destinies, yet you refuse to accept them? Am I really that bad, Y/N?" Before Stephen could say or do anything the cloak wrapped itself tightly around you two as if it was happy.
The sudden movement of the cloak made you giggle nervously.
The material tightened around two of you, pushing you closer to one another, so in the end you had to wrap your arms around Stephen's waist.
"Cloak! You're incorrigible!," You chuckled softly, and gasped through parted lips as you smelled Stephen's cologne.
Stephen laughed and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer. "Well, I think the cloak doesn't care what we think. It just wants us to be together, and be aware that the cloak isn't the only one that think like this."
You dared to tap his nose. "We'll see what future holds for us," you told him as you slipped out from his embrace. You stopped by the door. "Good night, Stephen. Don't be long, another day is about to come."