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an-urban-witch-ig · 2 years ago

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Make Love To Me

+18 Smut

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: When cold weather and a thunderstorm leave the reader terrified she finds comfort and warmth in the arms of Sinister Strange.

Word Count: 3,9k

Warnings: Fingering, masturbation with male and female receiving, p in v, creampie, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink.

A/N: This is my first attempt on writing a soft version of Sinister Strange. My sources of inspiration were definitely the soft versions of him written by @lykaonimagines and @geeky-politics-46 :)

It was cold. It was always cold in that universe, but in that night it was even colder and it was raining, not just any rain, but a frightening storm. You could hear the sound of the churning waves coming from under that wrecked Sanctum and the thunder was so loud you jumped into bed scared every time a lightning flash lit up the stormy sky already knowing what was coming next.

Your body stiffened on the bed of your cold bedroom and even under all the blankets Stephen gave to keep you warm, your whole body shook, your teeth chattered incessantly.

You've been in that universe for months and you couldn’t remember how you got there, all you could remember is waking up in bed in that same bedroom injured and Stephen took care of you. He was a strange man, but when you realized there was no way to go back home you were grateful to have him for company.

A thunderclap snapped you out of your reverie and you got up running, wrapping yourself in one of the blankets and walking out of your room. You could have sworn you were hearing strange noises coming from the window, but by then you were so scared by the storm that it must have been nothing but your imagination playing tricks on you, after all, there was no one else in that universe but you and him.

You ran down the hall stopping at the last door that led to the master bedroom and you didn't even think about what you were doing, when another lightning lit up the Sanctum you opened the door and walked in closing it behind you. You might have hesitated and reflected on how intrusive you were being, but when the thunder rang loudly you ran to the bed sitting up and covering your ears.

Stephen woke up to the bed shifting and the sight of you sitting next to him looking scared, he sat on the bed snapping his fingers and some candles in the room lit illuminating the darkness. He could see your entire body shaking.

"Y/n, what’s wrong?" He was fully alert now. He knew that there was no one there but him to harm you, yet, seeing you in that state, he felt obliged to confirm. "Hey kitten, what happened?"

You took your hands off your ears without looking at him "It's the storm and I'm so cold" You started sobbing "I can't sleep... I'm so scared"

He sighed running his hand over his face relieved to know that there was nothing wrong with you, you weren't hurt or anything. "This damn universe..." He sighed "Its just a thunderstorm no need to be scared" He lifted the heavy blankets "Come here, I'll warm you up."

You looked at him surprised. You didn't know what you expected when you walked into his bedroom, in fact you didn't think about what you wanted there, but that level of closeness was something the two of you never had.

He sensed your hesitation. "I'm not going to bite you, y/n. I just want to help you feel better." Another thunder rumbled loudly and you abandoned any fears and crawled under the covers with him. It was cozy and warm there and your icy body shivered at the sensation. He covered you with the blankets and hissed when your icy feet met his

"Fuck kitten, your feet are freezing" It wasn't just your feet that were in that state, your hands too and your whole body was shaking, your teeth felt like they were going to break with the force which they hit each other. "I'm sorry, I can't get warm, I don't know why."

He lifted the blanket to reveal your body dressed in a flannel pajama-clad and moved his fingers slowly, purple magic emanating from them. You used to be afraid of that magic, when you found out he was a sorcerer you were terrified, but now you were used to seeing him doing those things. However, he never used magic on you.

He smirked noting your startled expression "It's ok, I just want to warm up your body, it won't hurt." You nodded trusting him. At that point you trusted him one hundred percent, he was after all the only person you had.

His magic was warm, his hand traveled over your body without ever touching it and wherever the purple magic passed you felt warm. He smiled satisfied as he finished his task "Better now, don't you think?" You nodded and he pulled the blankets back over you and snuffed out the candles, plunging the two of you back into darkness.

Your teeth had stopped chattering and your body relaxed on the bed, even the storm seemed to give a truce and what seemed innocent suddenly felt too intimate and to your surprise you didn't think that was bad, on the contrary. You missed the human touch, you missed affection, and you never hid from yourself that you found Stephen attractive, even though he was much older than you and a little bit scary.

Stephen cared about your well-being, he felt guilty enough that he couldn't offer you a better place to live, it was his job to make sure you were at least comfortable there. Yet it was one thing to lust after you as he watched you roaming around the Sanctum doing your thing, quite another to have you in his bed like a frightened kitten totally at his mercy.

The silence left by the storm that had now turned to a light rain was heavy and filled with lust. Stephen could feel the difference in the air and though he held himself together to keep his hands to himself, his cock stiffened demandingly.

Although your body was no longer shivering, you were still cold. You couldn't remember a day that you didn’t feel cold in that place, but the nights were always worse. You turned around in bed trying to get yourself into a comfortable position to try to sleep, but it doesn’t felt good at all.

Stephen sighed lighting only the candles closest to the bed brightening the room enough to see your face.

"Still cold?" You nodded and he held out his arms to you "Come here, let me warm you up properly" You hesitated for a moment and he smirked "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to" You shook your head and dragged yourself closer to him, his arms around you and his body was warm and cozy. You had never been this close to him and you couldn't deny that the sensation was incredibly pleasant. He had a musky scent mixed with a scent of wood and smoke. It was so masculine and comforting.

You sighed heavily "You're so warm, it feels so good" He chuckled "I can be your personal heater if you want, what do you think?" You nodded "I think I'll like that" Your head was lying on his shoulder, his hand lightly caressing your arm, the other wrapping around your waist. You turned around, sinking your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and unconsciously squeezing your thighs together. That did not go unnoticed by him.

He moved his hip subtly against yours so you could feel how hard he was for you and surprisingly you moaned. A low moan, discreet, but that revealed how much you wanted him.

"You smell so good" You whispered moving your hips slowly against his shaft. You turned to face him and his eyes were filled with lust and passion. Your lips searched for his lips and he kissed you softly, just a touch of lips, the disheveled goatee scratching the soft skin of your chin. You moaned again this time louder on his lips and he held you by the back of your neck running his tongue over your lips forcing them to open and penetrating your mouth.

Your lips parted just for you to breathe and he lowered his lips to your chin "Stephen..." He hummed waiting for what you were going to say "Make love to me" He grinned contentedly wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you against his body. You took your hand to his bulge touching his cock over the fabric of his pants and breathed out in surprise, he seemed so massively big.

He rubbed his shaft in your hand and you eagerly stuck your hand inside his pants. He wasn't wearing his underwear and when your hand wrapped around his cock you could barely hold it, he was so hard and warm as steel wrapped in velvet. He moaned at your touch lowering his lips to your neck.

"You're so big"

He chuckled, reveling in the tone of surprise in your voice "Think you can make it fit?" You nodded, searching for his lips as you moved your hand gently up and down, touching the wet tip with precum. You gave him light kisses on his lips "It's been a while since I... promise you will be good to me"

He stuck his hand inside your pants and your panties dipping his middle finger inside you. You moaned at the sensation and moved your hips involuntarily against his hand. ''You're so wet, kitten. I'll take care of you" He hummed satisfied when you started to masturbate him faster and started to move your hips against his hand without any shame.

He stuck a second finger stretching you a little and you twitched grimacing in pain, he caressed your clit with his thumb and as expected you relaxed enough for him to go with his fingers to the bottom curving them to reach your pleasure point. You moaned loudly

"You are such a sweet girl, so tight and taking my fingers so well. I don't know if I can fit in here, kitten"

You groaned loudly as you lay on your back on the mattress, your head lolling back, your legs lolling to the sides "We'll make you fit." He smirked with satisfaction "Yes we will but I need you to be a good girl for me and do everything I tell you. Are you going to be a good girl?" You nodded squeezing your hand around his cock stroking him faster as your pleasure revealed itself to you stronger and stronger.

He moaned louder now, but pulled your hand away, lifting you up and laying you down comfortably on his pillows. He took off your pants and your panties leaving you naked from the waist down and kneeling between your legs, he took his cock out of his pants and did a couple of jerks while he penetrated your pussy with three fingers. You moaned loudly, his fingers were big and long and you felt the uncomfortable pinch inside you, but you didn't care, you wanted him inside you.

"I need you."

He hummed "I know kitten, but I need to stretch you a little, I don't want to hurt you." You nodded, moving your hip against his hand and he increased the speed of his fingers inside you, fingering you. You grabbed the pillow and closed your eyes reveling in the pleasure his fingers gave you and the wet sound of it felt so good and it turned you on even more. "Please, please, please" He stopped before you came. He wanted you to cum around his cock.

He spat on his cock spreading saliva all over its head and rubbed at your entrance, he didn't even try to enter you and you were already shivering and clenching into nothingness. "You have a hungry little pussy, did you know that? Do you think you can swallow my cock whole? Take a look, see how big and thick it is."

You watched as he stroked his length and bit your lips. He was huge and he was all wet and ready for you "Yes, put it inside me, I can take it, please, I'll be a good girl for you." He smirked "I'm sure you will."

He snapped his fingers and the two of you were magically undressed completely, his hands gripping your tits circling the nipples, lightly pinching one. He took one of the pillows and folded it up and lifted you putting it under your hip. He positioned himself better between your legs. "Open it for me, kitten."

You spread your legs even wider for him and he put his head on your entrance slowly forcing. You grimaced in pain and he waited a while before continuing, his thumb rubbing your clit to ease his way in. He forced himself back in slowly and you moaned loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He bottomed his cock completely inside you and waited for you to settle around him, his cock twitching begging him to thrust hard and fast against you. "Fuck kitten, you are so tight, your little pussy feels so delicious" You moaned satisfied feeling so full, his cock filling you so good.

He pulled out until just the tip was inside and thrusted slowly but hard back inside you. You saw stars. He did it again and again turning you into a whining mess. "Yes, yes, it feels so good. Please, don't stop, your big cock feels so good in my little pussy" He bent down to kiss your lips, the weight of his body and the position of his hips making him go impossibly deep inside you. He caged your head between his arms and kissed you "I've waited so long for this kitten. You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you." You moaned loudly with each thrust against your body, they were intense, but he seemed to be holding himself back to not hurt you.

You cupped his face and kissed his lips with an overwhelming newfound passion. "You can fuck me now. You feel so good inside me." He groaned pleased with your praise. He just couldn't take his mouth off you, he devoured you, your lips, your chin, your neck and you couldn't contain yourself, your hands wrapped around his waist, going down to his ass squeezing him, pulling him closer to your body as if you wanted him to disappear entirely inside you.

Stephen was feasting on you, feasting on you like a hungry man, but instead of devouring you quickly he was savoring you as if you were the most delicious dessert he'd ever tasted. It was delicious to see you so surrendered to him like that, your arms clinging to him so desperately and your moans were so adorable he could hardly resist you "I love the little noises you make, sweet girl" He whispered in your ear, his voice was deliciously husky and sensual "You sound like a baby kitten, so small and delicate, I feel like I can break you if I use too much force." You moaned louder.

"You won’t " You placed a hand on his chest pushing lightly "Let me get on top of you" He smirked, pleased to see you loosen up with him. He rolled onto his back on the mattress, you swung your legs over his hips, holding his cock with both hands and stroking him. He couldn't take his eyes off that "Fuck kitten, look how big my cock is compared to your tiny hands. It drives me crazy"

You bit your bottom lip and got carried away by the moment "I want to be your good little girl, please let me be your little girl, let me make you feel good. You have such a nice cock" He grinned "You're already my good girl, put it back inside, my love" You complied positioning his cock at your entrance and lowering it slowly. You grimaced stopping midway,

"Does it hurt?" He asked getting up and sitting on the bed, one of his arms supporting your back, the other hand helping you to position your leg over his thighs in a lotus position. He took his hand between the two of you and started rubbing your clit and you moaned softly "That’s it , just like that, relax, let me in" You slowly lowered your body until he was all inside you and now it didn't hurt anymore.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders pulling him to your lips and moaning softly as you slowly moved up and down. "You're so good to me, it feels so good" He held your waist with both hands and stood still bouncing you on his cock, controlling you even when you thought you were in control, but he knew you wanted nothing more than to be taken care of. You didn't know where it came from, but the need to have him was overwhelming, the desire, the affection you felt for him was surprising and wonderful at the same time. And you couldn't hide, your feelings leaking through your lips as your pleasure increased and he fucked you with such passion "You're gonna make me cum...oh daddy"

You sunk your face into the crook of his neck, your eyes closed. Stephen was surprised at the way you referred to him, but he loved it, it matched his idea of you, a lost little girl who needed to be cared for, protected and fucked.

Your compliments became muffled on his neck but they were enough to bring him to the edge of his orgasm and he increased the speed and force with which he moved you on his cock, he wanted to see you completely lose yourself in him, he wanted to hear the noises that you would make when you came on his cock. "Fuck... it feels so good" You said completely lost in your pleasure. 7

He groaned satisfied "You want me to be your daddy? I can be your daddy. You are already such a good girl for me taking my cock so well. You make me so proud of my little girl. Now cum for me kitten, cum hard on daddy's cock."

His words were more than enough to trigger your orgasm, he made you feel so good, so comfortable and protected, there was no more fear or apprehension, everything felt so right. You moaned loudly, almost a scream and your entire body convulsed on top of his, he supported your back letting you rock on his cock at your pace, enjoying every second of your orgasm.

"You are such a good daddy making me cum so hard." You cupped his face and kissed his lips with more than lust, there was a new feeling of adoration and belonging as if from that moment on he was yours and you were his.

"You make me so happy, my love" He said between your lips "I will be your daddy from now on, I will take good care of my little girl." You smiled satisfied feeling his cock throbbing inside you "Let me be a good girl for you, I’m gonna make you cum so good."

He smirked mischievously "I am not there yet kitten, come here" He held you by the waist "Lie on your stomach for me" You obeyed and he returned to tuck the pillow under your hip lifting your ass to him. You clung to the headboard feeling a little intimidated as he lay on top of you, the weight of his body making you feel so helpless. He was big, not only was his cock big, he was a tall, strong man, his hands were big enough to cup almost your entire face.

His cock teased your entrance, but he brushed your hair back from your face, kissed your shoulder, and whispered in your ear. "I won't hurt you kitten" He slowly penetrated you until he was fully inside you. One hand resting on the mattress supporting his weight so as not to crush you, the other reaching for yours and intertwining his fingers with yours.

He moved slowly, thrusting against you steadily and sensually. His face pressed to yours, his lips nibbling your ear and whispering "Such a good girl taking all my cock in your little pussy so well. You surprise me, kitten." His baritone voice in your ear was enough of a trigger to get uncontrollable moans from your lips, the pillow between your legs and the weight of his body brought the perfect amount of friction to your clit, and every thrust of his was so strong and yet so affectionate, you were melting beneath him, slowly succumbing to the pleasure that dragged you to the brink of another orgasm.

"Daddy please you gonna make me cum again" He hummed satisfied "As you should little one. I am gonna fill you with my seed. Do you want that?" You nodded muttering "Yes, please" He lifted his hips a little more and forced himself against you increasing the thrust considerably and you groaned satisfied "Yes, yes, just like that, please make me cum, let me cum, I am so close." He did it again and again, his moans becoming louder, it was almost growls now as his hips crashed into yours fucking you with such passion.

"Cum for me, kitten. I am right after you" And it was as if your body obeyed him, you moaned loudly feeling the orgasm take over you, your entire body trembling and convulsing beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing him so deliciously and pulling him along with you to his climax. His cum spurting inside you, your walls pulsing around him. "Oh my god daddy."

"Fuck.. oh my sweet girl you were so good to me taking my milk so well"

You hummed in response, your body relaxing completely, your legs went jelly, all the sensations released wildly through your body and all you could feel was that you loved him.

He rolled over on the bed and stroked your hair before getting up and you barely noticed he had left and he was already back, the candles in the room now all lit, he climbed onto the bed "Come here, kitten, let me clean you up" You turned on your back and he took the pillow from under you and spread your legs gently wiping you with a wet towel, he helped you get dressed again, this time without using magic. He was already dressed in sweatpants, his chest bare, but he didn't seem to feel cold.

You felt your face heat up as he stared at you, brushing a strand of your hair back and tucking it behind your ear.

"Looks like the storm has passed" He said sitting next to you and you just shook your head. "You can sleep here with me whenever you want."

"What if I want it every night?" Your voice was merely a whisper. He sighed contentedly laying down on the bed and reaching for you to cuddle close to him. You lay down and he covered both of you with the blankets. "My bed is yours as is everything else here, especially me." You touched his face and he kissed your lips softly "You are such a sweet girl, I've been patiently waiting for this moment and you made me so happy tonight"

"I feel like I love you."

He smirked "It's your hormones, kitten. Tell me that again in the morning, promise?" You nodded, settling down to use his chest as a pillow, getting impossibly close as if you wanted to disappear into him. Your eyes closed with the sleep that enveloped you, but just before you sank fully into the sea of unconsciousness you heard his baritone voice whispering to you

“love you, kitten."

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an-urban-witch-ig · 2 years ago

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you’re kidding, you’re kidding right?

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an-urban-witch-ig · 3 years ago

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With Love, Ayoade

SEQUEL TO "With Care, Ayoade". ENJOY.

Summary: Beyond the Christmas crashing fiasco when you two first locked eyes, you have finally found the time to spend time together. Ah, Valentine's day. No one wants to be alone on Valentine's.

Warnings: YOU WILL BE UNCOMFORTABLE AT SOME POINT. Swearing, drinking (and eventual drunkenness), gossip, infidelity.

A/N: this goes out to my lovesick homies all over the world. Happy Valentine's Day.

@honorarytenenbaum

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All over the world, sweethearts and significant others delivered boxes of too sweet chocolates, delightful roses that were doomed to die within a week, and teddybears that were stuffed with labor as well as love. Richard, however, was only delivering letters. Why?

"It appeals to the overrated stereotype that you need to buy an expensive gift to get the affection of others. The social pressure is horrifying," he had told you once in a letter to you after you had asked about Valentine's. You really wanted to ask if he would like to go out on that evening,, since you both had never been on a traditional or discussed date with each other. No one, still, had made the first move. Originally, if only he had responded more positively, you would have asked if he wanted to have dinner. Now, you purposely avoided the question altogether. If something were to happen, then it would happen. And something did happen, of course.

"I need you to attend this weird Valentine double date thing with me and my friends," you pleaded, standing on Richard's front step at the touch of dusk.

"This is totally going against our relationship code right now," Richard, so used to communicating via letters, complained. "You're breaking our bro code. And a little warning would have been nice."

"Can we not talk about the bro code? Please, this is important!"

Richard begrudgingly listened to your heart's every quip with his arms folded over his cream colored sweater vest. Apparently, this entire mix up was a massive mistake and you had to pay the price for your inability to focus on certain conversation pieces.

You had gone to lunch with your favorite friend group, and the quiet chatter of the table lulled you into autopilot while you, simultaneously, chewed on a leafy salad. Everything was all calm until your name was spoken out loud to get your attention. You looked up, surprised and mid-chew on a crouton. Staring back at you was a friend named Alex and her eager-enough looking boyfriend from across the table.

"Well?" Alex primed expectantly. "What about you, (Y/N)? Could you do it?"

Your teeth halted to a grinding stop on your crouton. You felt embarrassed for not listening in on the conversation but refused to admit it. So, instead of asking to repeat the question, you shrugged your shoulders and muttered a very cautious, "Yes?"

"You don't have to! We just really don't want to be there alone! It's special!" Alex went on, and you picked at a piece of spinach stuck in your teeth.

"No, no, I can do it!" Now insisting on your own. Although, you still had no idea what it was, until someone who wasn't Alex or her dopey boyfriend explained it to you. It was time to face the music and you would not, could not, face it alone.

So, there you stood, dressed in your finest evening gown with your makeup done to perfection, asking for Richard's help.

"I'm honestly very flattered, but..." Richard had to look away for a minute, the slightest bit flustered. "Do I have to, really?"

"Yes, you have to!" You begged once more. "C'mon, Rich," you grew softer for him, which made him flustered further. You leaned forward on your toes, approaching him, just to be closer. "Just this one time? For me?"

"God damn you, woman, with your eyes," Richard turned his eyes up to the ceiling to avoid your doe-like gaze. It was too much for him to take. After a prolonged silence and a very quiet whine, Richard huffed an agreement. "Fine."

You waited patiently in the foyer while he dressed for the occasion, clicking the sides of your heels together, wishing like Dorothy that this night wouldn't end in spectacular failure. You closed your eyes. "There's no place like home. There's no place like home," you dreamed outloud.

"Gone mad, have we?" Richard broke your faint plea from the stairway. He was watching you the entire time, and he was very amused. He had also traded his sweatervest and slacks for one of his more gaunting, colorful suits. He claimed to be an introvert, but with suits like his, he's bound to get some attention from somebody.

"Can we go now? You take longer than me to get ready, and that's including hair and makeup," you whined, trying not to show your embarrassment to him.

"Of course we can go," Richard sighed, "but you must promise me something." He stepped down to your level and offered his arm for you to take.

"Should I be worried?" You wondered with a smile.

"There's nothing to worry about," he opened the front door and turned to close and lock it. "I only request that we only stay for no longer than an hour."

"Only an hour? That's so short," you shrugged, "and who knows how chatty Alex will be once she gets a few glasses of wine in her."

"My social battery cannot withstand more than that, unless it's with you," he made the exception, "and I'd prefer to be staying at home, reading of romance rather than experiencing it."

You took his arm again and he lead you to the end of the sidewalk to hail a cab on the main road.

"Have you ever written anything romantically engaging?" You asked him during the ride to the restaurant where you would meet Alex and her boyfriend.

"I don't believe so," Richard said and fiddled with his tie. "I've never been a big fan of it. It's always been too sappy for me to enjoy."

"Romance isn't always sappy," you reasoned, "it's heartbreak too, you know."

"I'd never read a book to purposely make myself sad or yearn for something," Richard cocked, "I read books to learn from their moral values."

"Ayoade On Top has moral values in it?"

"Hush," he silenced you before you even got the slimmest chance of messing with him. You snuck in a few verbal proddings, though. Just for fun.

"We should have a safe word," Richard suddenly suggested, much to your surprise. The cab slowly veered to the curb and lurched into a stop.

"A safe word?" You want to laugh.

"Just in case either of us gets uncomfortable and wants to leave." His idea was... kind of smart, actually. You had never felt all too comfortable around Alex. Her flamboyant personality was too much to bear sometimes, and when she was with her boyfriend, she was at her worst. You often wondered if that guy was okay. Blink once for yes. Blink twice for no.

"Alright, then," you sigh, peeking out the window to see the bustling street and the warm lights of the buzzing restaurant. "What word would be appropriate for a comfortable dinner setting?"

You saw him place his hand on his right pants pocket and fiddle with it for a moment. He hummed.

"Salad fork," he mused.

"Absolutely not. That's two words. We need one," you shook your head and smiled.

"Then how about..." he thought, again, for a moment, "Booner."

"Booner?" You asked. He nodded. You paused, mulling it over, then shrugged. "Booner it is, then."

With a hesitant smile, Richard opened his door next to the curb and slid out of the cab. You did the same on your side. You regrouped with him on the curb and clung to his arm. You were undoubtedly more nervous about this than he was. Richard was kind enough to guide you inside, where you both would be spotted by Alex, beckoned over, and forced to take a seat where the double date would officially commence.

You were seated in a crescent-shaped booth towards the shady end of the restaurant. Richard sat on the end, next to you. Alex sat on the other end, next to her boyfriend. It started with polite small talk, then ordering food and drinks. After that, you knew everything was about to take a plunge downhill.

"So, how did you two meet?" Alex was the one who liked talking the most. She had been keeping Richard occupied with a personal interview while scraping at her food with her fork, moments before hand. You weren't sure, but you thought you felt a waft of jealousy coming out of her words.

"We've lived across the street from each other for quite some time, as you might know," you decided to handle this question and spare Richard. As a thank you, he placed his hand on your knee and gently squeezed it. This was the first physical advancement he had made to you. "We met for the first time on Christmas, when I locked myself out of my apartment. Richard came to my aid, and made me feel really comfortable. We've been writing letters to each other since." You set your hand on top of Richard's and ran your thumb along the back of it. Richard was still quiet, but you could see he was flattered by the way he stole glances at you or smiled at the table.

The sensation of jealousy was stronger now. Alex picked up her glass of wine and took a long, slow sip as you capped off your brief love story.

"You know," Alex started and you braced yourself, "I've never heard of a celebrity going out with a common girl. How does that relationship work, exactly? I bet it's super hard, isn't it Richard?" Alex clicked her tongue. Richard twitched beneath the table, then reached out to take a drink of his water before answering. It was hard to say you both were dating, when you really weren't. Neither of you had asked, nor have you even kissed, but Richard still played along. For your sake, thankfully.

"I actually enjoy it more than dating another celebrity," he answered truthfully, but starkly all the same. "It's quiet. And (Y/N) just so happens to be more beautiful than anyone I've ever been with. So, I'm happy. Happy with her." He spoke to the table. His hand remained on your knee, and he held tight. You knew he was being genuine with you and you had to hide the fact that your heart began to beat wildly and flutter within your chest.

Alex scrunched up her nose in annoyance and finished off the last of the glass. She beckoned to her dopey boyfriend for more, to which he was happy to respond by refilling her drink to the rim. You, on the other hand, were flattered beyond expectation. You knew Richard had a way with words, but you had only ever read them on pieces of paper. Never had you heard them out loud.

"Well, I'm so glad for the two of you," Alex muttered. "Fuck... I'm gonna go use the bathroom. All this talk about stupid fucking relationships makes me sick." She tore herself away from her boyfriend, who had been coddling her drunk ass. His smile never faltered, though. Alex shimmied her way out of the booth, and somehow managed to stand up. She swayed harshly. You'd be surprised if she actually made it more than two steps without falling flat on her face. But suddenly, she spun around and face you head on. "(Y/N)!" She cooed in a sappy, slurrish voice. "Why don't you come with me? We can have a little one on one girl chat, hm?"

You looked around the table for help. Richard was still looking down at the floor, and Alex's dopey boyfriend was still smiling, glancing from you to Alex. Alright, so no one would get you out of this. Great. You were so close to saying the safe word.

"Sounds like a plan," you put on a fake smile and gently removed your and Richard's hand off of your knee. He was reluctant, however. He wanted you to stay, but didn't know how to voice it. So, he remained quiet, and eventually didn't try to fight it. He slid out of the booth to let you out as well. You climbed out. Your hand brushed with Richard's as you left. He wished he could have held on to you for just a little while longer.

Richard sat back down at the booth while you helped Alex stumble to the little girl's room. Now, it was only him and Alex's boyfriend. Not the best situation. Richard just tried to keep his head down and mouth shut. His social battery was worn down to it's last.

"So you're Gadget Man, ah?"

Fuck.

"Man, I'd give anything to have the amount of money you must spend in a single day on that set."

"I was Gadget Man... there's a difference," Richard mumbled and looked up for a minute. Alex's boyfriend was looking right at him, laid back against the booth so nonchalantly. So menacingly.

"Ah ha, you're funny, Gadget Man," the dope chortled. "I'm Charles, by the way. Friends can call me Charlie. Alex doesn't really bother introducing me all that much, but I don't mind it." A sickly smirk spread across Charles' face. "With the ass she has, I learned to let her do the talking most of the time, and that comes with its own rewards." A waitress passed by and took up an empty wine bottle. Charles eyed her up, smirking. He reached out and touched her thigh with outstretched fingers. His thumb brushed against the hem of her short skirt. The waitress smirked, then walked away. "And sometimes, it pays to keep your mouth shut about other things too."

Richard's uncomfort grew. He missed you. He hoped you were doing well in that bathroom and he hoped you weren't going through a similar situation. But you were.

In the nearest bathroom in the dark recesses of the restaurant, you sat outside a bathroom stall, waiting, albeit impatiently, for Alex to stop puking her guts out. The night couldn't have gotten any worse, and you felt awful for it. You'd have to make it up to Richard somehow.

You began to pace about the bathroom, and eventually stopped in front of one of the glimmering sinks and mirrors. You decided to wash up a little bit. Maybe you could scrub some of the memories of watching Alex paint the walls of her occupied stall with her insides out of your mind. You wished that was possible, of all things.

Alex soon crawled out of her stall, stumbling about until she found you at the sinks. She came up right next to you and hunched over the next sink over. Her lipstick was smeared and drool piled up in the corner of her lips where the lipstick was the most caked on. She spat into the sink, then turned the handle until the faucet poured water down the drain. You didn't look at her. You washed your hands and kept your head down.

"Feeling better?" You asked.

"No," she answered blankly. "I still feel fuckin' awful. And you wanna know why?" You still didn't look at her. You heard the handle squeal and the faucet stopped running. "Because you... you worthless piece of shit." You flinched and backed away as she slapped a hand on your faucet. "You've got something that I want."

You had been gone for a long time. Richard's worry increased.

"So why pick her?" Charles clicked his tongue. "What does she have? Or is she just for show?"

Richard didn't move. He feared he'd say something that would offput the night entirely. He fiddled with his front pocket and the letter he kept inside it.

"For a man who I often think can't keep his mouth shut on screen, you're being awfully quiet... She must be for show, then... you've got somebody else on your mind? Tell me..." Charles tapped his fingers against the wooden table.

"You asked me what she had that the other girls don't," Richard took a deep breath. "Right?"

Charles nodded, and the drumming of his fingers stopped against the table. "Yeah. So, what is it? She good in bed or something or is she just your specific type?"

"She has something that neither you nor Alex have..." Richard continued. He reached for his wallet in his back pocket to bring out his card. As soon as you came back, you and him would be leaving.

"And what's that?" Charles chuckled cockily.

"Loyalty."

"I don't understand why you get to have someone like that," Alex yelled at you. While taking it, you were quietly begging for someone to come into the bathroom. Someone. Anyone. "Someone rich... someone famous... how can he even adore you?"

"Alex, you're overreacting. Please, calm down," you tried to reason with her. You could see the tears brimming in her eyes. Tears of hatred or tears of defeat? You weren't sure.

"Oh, please. I'm stuck with some cheating, sniveling brat who can't tell the difference from his brain and his balls!" A tear streaked down her hollow face and dislodged a gooey ball of mascara from the corner of her eye. "Oh!" She exclaimed, "I just want someone to love me... is that so fucking hard?"

For a moment, you felt sympathy for the poor woman. Alex had originally been the "leader" of the friend group. Her title and rank got to her head, and she was stripped of the title. For months, she had been trying to work her way back up to the top, but it was always events like these that grounded her. Back to the bottom, and a lonesome start to gaining power.

"Alex," you whispered faintly, "We've been friends for quite some time now, and I think it's my duty, as your friend, to tell you something."

Alex was furiously weeping now and the tips of her fingers were dewed with her smeared mascara. "What?" She said, sniveling.

You backed away and reached your hand back for the door. What you were going to say was going to hurt, but it needed to be said.

"Alex, you are a terrible person," you shook your head, and put on a face of bravery, "and if you want to be someone again, you need to stop using our friend group like a getting to know only you therapy session." You tugged the door open and quickly got behind it, just as Alex screamed in her fury.

Quickly and in a trance, you ran. You ignored all danger transpiring, pushed past all the people heading in your direction and called out, once you were close enough to the booth.

"BOONER!"

Richard heard it as a beckon call. Charles was still sitting, stunned, across from him.

"Well, it was lovely meeting you, Charles, but I'm afraid this date has come to an end. Alex is pleasant enough as well, but I don't think I'll ever be interested in conversing with you again," Richard shimmied out of the booth just as you came around the corner. "I bid you an awful evening."

Just then, you grabbed Richard by his arm, and, in a rush, made for the exit. Richard just barely managed to tip as you passed by the host of your table. The night may have been shit, but the service wasn't.

"I can't believe I actually screamed 'booner' in the middle of a restaurant," you sighed, as soon as you were far enough down the sidewalk to take a break from running.

"If you weren't going to say it, I was. Alex and Charles seem like nice people, but I, simply, do not care for them," Richard laughed then reached to hold your hand instead of having you hug his arm all night.

"You're absolutely in the right mind not to," you didn't blame him for not liking your 'friends.' "They're awful."

"You said it, not me," Richard grinned, then felt his letter crinkle in his pocket as he walked. "There's still time to turn the night around, you know? I don't know what happened in that bathroom for you, but I would certainly like to forget the experience I had over a cup of tea."

"Tea sounds so nice right now," you groaned in satisfaction of the idea.

"Then... how about my place?" Richard offered. You smiled down at the ground. You knew he originally didn't want to do anything for Valentine's Day, and you knew this is far from how things were supposed to go, but you were so glad he could look past all of that, and want to still spend some genuine time with you.

"I'd really like that," you whispered to him.

Richard took you to the nearest streetcorner and hailed another cab for the two of you to share. You didn't mess with him on the way home, this time. You cuddled close to him to show him your appreciation. He showed his appreciation back by wrapping an affectionate arm around your shoulders and holding you tight.

He warmly invited you into his abode and had you sit in the living room while he got his kettle on the stove. He even went as far as to froth milk for the occasion.

"It's not everyday that I have guests over," Richard said from the kitchen, "so why not make things a little fancy?"

You appreciated the effort. He brought out two steaming cups of tea and set it on the coffee table in front of you. He, then, sat down in a comfy chair on the opposite side of the table from you.

"Valentine's Day has never appealed to me, you know," Richard starts. You nod and reach for your cup of tea. "The only thing that really made me happy was the sweets I would get, but I understand now that not everyone feels the way I do. Like you, for example... and you're one of the last people I want to hurt for not liking a specific holiday." Richard reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter that had been there since he first left the house. "This was going to be left in your mailbox this afternoon. That was, until you came to the door in a hurry," Richard placed the letter in front of you on the table.

You set your cup down, smiling. "You really didn't have to, Richard," you murmured and reached for the letter. He insisted, however, and urged you to open the letter anyway. With a smile, you tore it open and tugged the note out. Surprisingly, it wasn't the normal note card with the Sakura tree on the front. It was a Valentine's Day card. On the front, it had a jolly little bee buzzing about. In big, bold letters it read, "BEE MINE?" You glanced up at Richard. He seemed eager. For his sake, you opened the card to see his fanciful handwriting.

Inside, the card itself provided another sappy note. "We bee-long together." You kept reading to his note to you.

To D6,

There are many ways to display one's affections to another without the use of expensive gifts or sweet candies. Your company has been fulfilling to me over these past few months, and every day that I do not tell you how much I care for you eats at me.

This note doesn't express my gratitude or my feelings towards you. So, I ask to meet in person. I'd like to invite you to dinner with me, if that is okay. I want to get to know you in person, and I want, for once, to spend this holiday with someone. If this is acceptable, please respond in any way that you find necessary. I can only hope for the best.

With love, Ayoade.

Beside his signature, there was a little doodle of a bee. You just stared for a moment, going every word twice to make sure you weren't going insane.

To break the silence, Richard spoke. "Would you have accepted my offer?"

Your eyes shot right back up to him. Your lip quivered, but you smiled. You nodded. Richard, then, smiled as well.

"I'm glad," he whispered, then looked down at the two warm cups of tea. He reached for his, then proudly held it up. "Happy Valentine's Day to you, (Y/N)."

You picked up your tea cup as well and held yours out with his. Your cup clicked with his like a cheers to the holiday. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Richard..."

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Can I request when reader and Stephan are married and they're avengers. i want to be like what if episode four Where the reader is on a mission with Stephen and both are injured and the reader, who is also a witch, dies. And like the events of the series, He goes back to the past and tries to keep the reader from dying, but every time it happens again, so stephen is looking for a way to bring the reader back.And he has to fight the Avengers and then whatever happened in the what if episode four.thanks and your writing is so much good .

Whatever The Cost

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) dies on a mission and its like Stephen's whole world ended, but he knows he can bring her back if he tries hard enough and he's willing to go that far, no matter the cost.

Warning: Mentions of death and a lot of angst, but there is some fluff in there too :')

A/N: I really hope you guys like it and I'm sorry for the slow updates, but I was just really busy with finals and the holidays, but hopefully now its better :') Also I hope you have a really good day :)

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Y/N grimaced, tugging the rumpled sheets further up towards her head, shielding their eyes from the blinding interruption that proved to be sunlight, smugly streaming in through the sheer curtains that hung loosely from the ceiling.

"What's got you so grumpy this morning ?", Stephen wondered out loud, voice still raspy as he rubbed his eyes gingerly trying to get rid of the sleep. The sensation of a woman burying her head deeper into his chest shaking him from his steady slumber, her thick locks brushing against his bare skin, causing him to reflexively tighten his grip on her waist, pulling her in to look up at him.

She frowned, before attempting to burry her head in the crook of his neck, "The sun's getting in the way of my sleep", exasperatedly groaning, the sound of her voice muffled in the thick, fluffy sheets that covered their bodies, "Why do I always procrastinate on replacing the curtains ?".

Stephen pressed his lips together, silently contemplating the situation, "Well I would say it was less procrastination, and more that we're pretty occupied most of the time", tilting his head down to peck the crown of her head gently.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes a little, "I swear it didn't feel like the Avengers did this much work before we were supposedly a part of it", huffing into warm skin, unable to stop the smile that spread across her face at the low chuckle that came from him. Despite her aversion for the sun, she lifted her face from her hiding spot, admiring the way the sunshine managed to catch him in such an exquisite way. It was almost as though his eyes were taken from the colour of the waves crashing against the fine sand on the beach, so clear and concise as they watched her carefully.

"Yes but unfortunately it is", he replied, detangling an arm from their close to conjoint frames, to brush out a strand of stray hair from her face, not being able to tear his gaze away from her, although she would say her hair closely resembled a lions mane. Even though he always loved the way she looked, always radiating an etherealness, it was her personality that made him fall for her first. The confidence that poured out of her, able to wake an entire room and command his every move, which she was well aware of, not that he minded. He would probably walk through fire for her, in fact that was a milder option, in terms of the things he would do for her. The true fact was, he would do anything for her, no matter how gruesome or painful, with just the flick of her finger or a wave of her hand, but he supposed that's why he married her, the magazine cover like photos still unclouded in his mind.

"Don't remind me", she frowned playfully, turning around to face the other side, pressing her lips tightly together to stifle her giggles.

He protested, curling his arm out to tug her back to look at him, "Alright, how's this instead ?", connecting their lips. The kiss was sweet and loving, lips moving in sync, his hand moving up to cup her cheek, thumbing at the skin softly, quickly transforming into something more passionate. She pulled away for a few seconds, practically breathless, before moving back to kiss him again, more desperate, as he pulled himself to sit up against headboard, her leg swinging over so that she sat on his lap. Running her fingers through his fluffy locks of hair still messy from sleep, he hummed in delight, enjoying the sensation, as he moved down to brushing his lips against her neck, tightening his hold around her waist to close any resemblance of space between them, causing her to pant breathlessly.

A sudden beeping signalled a hologram which promptly popped out, frightening the pair. Y/N jumped out of his arms, unfortunately choosing to land on the darkly stained hardwood floors of the sanctum, groaning in pain as she dragged herself from the ground to look at it, leaning an elbow on the bed, while she rubbed her hip gingerly. Furrowing her eyebrows, she glared at the person illuminated in the air, Tony, who sent them a deadpanned look, "I know you two just got married, but this is becoming too frequent even for me", voice dripping with sarcasm. The call switched off with a soft beep, as she slumped down onto the bed, groaning in frustration into the silky sheets, raising an accusatory finger at the man chuckling above her, "Don't even-"

"It was pretty funny", he laughed, watching as she climbed back onto the bed, laying down with her limbs spread in exasperation, a silent protest.

She sulked, giving him a hard stare, promptly grabbing the first thing that she brushed her fingers against, flinging it at the sorcerer that sat up next to, causing him to raise his arms in protection. A fluffy, clean pillow to thump softly down onto the mattress. As his laughter died down, he lay himself down next to her stretching his fingers out to curl a strand of her hair, loose from the unkept pile that feathered around her head like a crown. Watching her intently, he found the edges of his lips curve upwards into a smile when he saw her defeat as the same grin spread across her face, turning to face him.

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Frantically pushing himself to stand, Stephen ran towards the pile of rubble, ears still ringing from the explosion that sent the building raining in small pieces of concrete hail on the ground, the cloud of dust it stirred up barely even settled, still somewhat visible. He couldn't stop his hands from shaking as he performed the spell, causing thin, blazing auburn bands lifted the grey slabs, tossing them elsewhere, leaving a small frame weakly lying on the discoloured, bumpy floor.

"No, no, no" he whispered, rushing over to cradle her fragile body in his arms, the dark, angry bruises that littered her ethereal face making his heart race anxiously, which only worsened when his eyes spotted the deep stain in her tunic, that was growing at a frightening pace. He pressed a palm tightly against it, using the other hand to support her, unable to stop the warm, salty tears that ran down his face, dripping onto her pale skin when his fingers began to turn dark crimson. Tilting his head to the dreary sky, he blinked a few times, willing himself to stop the tears, yet such force only made his emotions run wilder, the streams only becoming more vigorous and tormented.

As her eyes flickered shut, his voice began to break, far from his usual collected and confident manner, "Darling, just hold on" "I- If I just - I can fix this". His words more of a reassurance to himself than anything else, as he watched the woman he loved, who was filled with love and life, so much of which was devoted to him, that she sacrificed herself for him, without a second thought. In fact, she didn't even need to think about it, the action came to her like second nature, when she saw the wreckage come crumbling to the ground towards him, she roughly shoved him out of the way, taking his place under the shadow that was meant to be his doom, giving her whole self and life for him, so that he would live.

He delicately slipped his hand into hers, lacing his fingers with hers, never wanting to let go, wondering why he ever did. The ruby colour only stained her delicate skin, but the only thing Stephen could focus on was the cold that had enveloped her fingers, covering her warmth, like a deathly blanket. He was smart enough to deduce what had happened, but no matter how intelligent, he was still just a man who was able to hold his entire world and reason for being in his hands, a man who had that world destroyed.

"Love- Just- Just look at me- Please", he tried, a part of him being lost to the insanity, thinking that maybe just maybe, the universe wasn't cruel enough to snatch the one thing that he ever really wanted away from him, leaving him to be alone, a prison sentence without justification. It was like time stood still when she lay limp on him, his breath catching in throat, not able to come out. He thought maybe it was instinctive reflex, because what was the point of his life without her, she was like the sun, if she wasn't there everything would be a bleak, darkness, cold and unmeaningful, where he wouldn't be able to exist or even function. However, he could only sneer at the universe, knowing that it was not that kind, to let him go and be with her, wherever she was now.

The tears now fell more vigorously, like waves of an unrelenting storm, created from his own despair and loss, growing like a black hole within his chest. In that moment as he slumped down, pulling her lifeless form closer to his, he wished over and over again that his heart would stop, that something would come and take his life, because anything would be better than living in a world without her, without her good morning kisses, her terrible jokes. She didn't deserve this. This wasn't what her life was meant to succumb to, sacrifice for her husband. The more he thought about it, the more he felt his heart crack, little by little, until it shattered and clattered to the pit of his chest like tiny glass pieces, cutting deep and hardly, with no remorse, but he figured he deserved that, it was still just the slimmest fraction of the horror she had endured.

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"I'm going to make tea, and I suggest you join me before you do something reckless", Wong's voice rang out in the darkness of the empty sanctum.

Stephen couldn't sleep, not anymore. The whole room wasn't right without her, too hollow, like it had been carved out despite all the furniture that littered the hardwood floor, the cold wrapping him in tight knots, the blanket doing little to nothing to help, it never really did, it was always her. The softness of her skin, against his, the way her steady breathing would lull him, the heat that spread to him as their limbs remained tangled up, legs and hands together, faces tucked close to each other, because being apart would be so detrimental and torturous. Unfortunately that was his reality as of that day. Its not that people hadn't tried to help him, they did, but they weren't her. Even as he had watched them lower her body into the hole in the soil he wondered what the meaning of all this was. Why have a funeral ? She was gone and that was the only fact that mattered, the only thing the accusatory voice in his head could say, every day, every minute and every second, over and over again, like a mantra, that she was dead because of him. How do people survive without their significant other he wondered. Every waking day felt like he was drowning. She had been his air, his lifeline, and he was destined to be alone, suffocating in this agonising hell on earth.

"What ? I didn't even say anything ?", he replied nonchanlantly, not bothering to look up from where he sat, watching the raindrops fall against the window pains, the floor blotched with shadows as they slipped and ran carelessly down. The eye-shaped artefact felt cold against his skin, his fingers running up and down across the intricate lines and designs that protected the true treasure on the inside, an infinity stone, the time stone to be more speicific. A relic that could change the very story written so cautiously, erase anything with the wave of a hand.

"You didn't have to", his friend shook his head, moving closer to place a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, somewhat unsure of what more could be done to console him, "I know you miss her but there's nothing we can do".

"Yes but it isn't fair is it", he exclaimed, feeling his blood boil as he replayed the moment, his mind snapping the details overtime, filling ind details that he couldn't notice, his imagination more brutish than it should've been. He could practically hear her bones cracking under the weight of the concrete, blood gushing out like an untamed river, staining everything an angry scarlet, her soul leaving her body like an empty shell. His voice softened, turning to meet his friends eyes, "She took that fall for me", yet still lost in the maze that he had unconsciously created for himself, a punishment for not protecting her, what good are vows if he didn't keep them, "She is dead because of me, it- it should've been me".

Wong sighed,"I'm sorry Stephen, I truly am, now come on". The memory of her was still a sore to him too, another one of his closest friends lost, yet he thought would never understand what Stephen lost that day, a part him had died along with her that day, if not almost all of him, like a dead man walking, but he did his best to help his friend.

"I- Alright, I'll join you in a minute", the sorcerer hesitated, forcing a weak smile at his friend, relaxing when he began to walk down the stairs, footsteps growing quieter, until they were enveloped in the silence. He ran a hand across his face, trying to wake himself, before bringing his eyes to the relic that was clasped in his fingers, the Eye of Agamotto. The object could turn time back, but at what risk he thought, the entire multiverse may be in danger if there was one wrong move. He tried to push the idea out of his mind, but the only thing that he could think about was the hope of being able to see her again, wake up to her again, laugh with her again. Sliding the worn string over his neck, he twisted his hands into the convoluted spell, revealing the stone, allowing it to paint the walls a light green. He thought to himself, wasn't she worth risking the multiverse for.

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He blinked a few times readjusting to the light that shone into his eyes, trying to focus on the room around him as he frantically pushed himself to sit up, the feeling of the soft cotton familiar to his fingertips, a soft creaking filling the space. He felt confused, until he caught sight of the form that stirred under the sheets next to him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. He found himself unable to speak as, she pulled the covers down, rubbing at her eyes a little to remove the sleep, before her lips curled upwards into a smile as her gaze turned to him. Just like that he felt his heart racing again, like it had been restarted, matching her grin, he tilted his eyes to the ceiling, not wanting her to see the tears that had begun to form, threatening to roll down his cheeks, yet he brought his gaze back down to her. He didn't want to tear his eyes away from her, like she would disappear if he did. Reaching a hand out cautiously, he went to cup her cheek, a part of him scared that this was just a dream and he would wake up alone again, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when his fingers touched her skin, the warmth of it spreading through him like a jolt of electricity.

"Darling, are you alright ?", she questioned, her expression falling at the sight of the tears that lined his eyes, lifting her hand to thumb the drop that had rolled down his face, pulling herself closer to him, their legs tangled up together.

"I- I- Yeah, you just-", he stammered, feeling like a lovesick school boy again, "I love you so much". He could feel his chest about to burst with so much joy, at being able to see her again, touch her skin, inhale her soft citrusy scent of lime and basil, tugging her closer to connect their lips for a sweet kiss. She was confused for a moment, before melting into him, matching the desperation of his kiss with just as much fervour, leaving her sighing as he pushed her down, letting her sink in the fluffy pillows, before settling in between her legs, all without disconnecting their lips.

Feeling breathless, she broke the kiss, nestling her head in his neck, she whispered out, "I love you too", grinning as she pressed her lips against his again, lacing her fingers through his messy hair. He groaned at her touch, tugging her closer, an attempt at closing the non-existing space between them. He didn't want the moment to end, hoping he could drag it out forever, but the sound of a beeping he knew all too well snapped him back into reality, his hands still clutching her waist protectively, as the glowing hologram illuminated the air. "Oh my- I know you two just got married but get a room", Tony's voice rang out, clearly annoyed and partly disgusted, the woman sending him a sheepish smile while shrugging her shoulders. He merely rolled his eyes, "Anyways, we're having somewhat of a situation and need you guys to come in", voice filled with sarcasm as he sent them a pointed look, gesturing to the couple, "And this, has got to stop happening", before ending the call, the bright image being reduced to a small rectangular box.

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"Stop torturing yourself Stephen, there is no hope here", she insisted, folding her arms together, her demeanour calm and relaxed despite the wreckage that surrounded them, "(Y/N) is gone. You cannot save her"

"No", he murmured, glancing back at her lifeless body that lay weakly on the floor, surrounded by pieces of demolished buildings and concrete, growing more frustrated and furious at the Ancient One's words, her peaceful, composed manner only provoking him further. How was it that she was so unaffected, she was her student too, and yet she just watched her, no let her die, without doing anything to stop it, like she was meaningless, but Stephen knew she was anything but that, he needed her.

"Stephen, this path only leads to darkness and the end of this reality", she warned, watching him vigilantly, silently hoping that he would be collected enough to make the right choice for the greater good of their reality. He could only clutch his hands tightly into fists, tilting his head down to look at the worn relic that hung from his neck, knowing what he had to do. He knew she was worth it, reality was worth destroying, if she would live instead.

Her expression softened, raising her arms in a protective stance, as she watched him, his back facing her, a sadness enveloping her when she realised what was to come, his judgement clouded by loss and despair, "Please do not do this, or I will be forced to stop you".

He felt a determination wash over him, turning himself around to give her a sharp look, he twisted his arms up to open the Eye of Agamotto, revealing the time stone, "You'd have to find me first", before disappearing into the bright green light.

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"Strange you have got to stop this", Tony's familiar voice rang out clearly in the night, the light from his suit illuminating the ground, causing Stephen to squint as it shone into his eyes. Taking a step back, he was quick to notice the shadows that stepped out from the darkness, revealing themselves to be Natasha and Steve, hands hovering above their weapons hesitantly, unsure of just how unstable he really was. He didn't think he was unstable, in fact he'd never seen clearer in his life before. He knew exactly what he wanted, he knew what he needed to do to get it and he knew he wasn't going to let anyone stop him, even his friends.

"You don't understand, she didn't deserve that, that's not what her life should be", he warned the group, raising his head to meet the emotionless, glowing eyes of the Iron Man suit. Tony wouldn't understand, he told himself, he had his wife with him. How could he possibly understand having a hole ripped in the middle of his chest, to the point where it hurt to breathe or move, knowing that she wouldn't be able to anymore. No, he didn't understand.

"Yes, but at what cost Stephen", Natasha's voice was soft and gentle, yet still cautious, testing the waters with her words, just barely brushing against the surface to wet her toes, her eyes watching for the slightest hint of aggression from him, "I don't think she'd want you to destroy the world to save her".

Rolling his eyes at her, he sighed, running a hand across his forehead in frustration, "You would do the exact same thing if you were in my position". He knew the tactic she was using to try and calm him down, persuade him to see her side, do what they wanted him to do having witnessed it many times, yet this was the first time he had been on the opposite side, finding that it did nothing to sway his mind, nothing would stop him from reuniting himself with her. He needed them to leave, them being here meant there was a problem to deal with, which meant that he was wasting precious time that he could be using to save (Y/N).

Seeing the pain behind his un-phased demeanour, she took a step closer, reaching her hands out to him, like he was some lost skittish lost child that would run at the slightest hint of danger. "I know it hurts, we all miss her, but this isn't right"

She spoke like she understood the pain, but she didn't, she may have experienced excruciating pain and though it made him sympathise for her, that did not mean she understood his. "Stop- Stop acting like you all understand, because you don't", he exclaimed, his rage only fuelled by the empathising words, tired of all the 'I'm sorry's' and 'It gets better's'. People are never really sorry and it never really gets better, they just learn to live with the pain, the difference was that he could do something about it, he could change the past, if they would just leave him alone.

"I suggest you all leave before someone gets hurt", he scowled, turning his back to them, only to be stopped with Steve in his way, the extreme emotion he felt causing the magic to instinctively flow from his fingers, lighting up the space around them in furious, auburn sparkles, his eyes shaded a dangerous colour.

The man spoke in a collected tone, trying not to provoke him further, his shield ready by his side, ready to strike at any moment, "I don't want to do this Stephen, don't make me do this". He thought they were his friends, they should care enough to help him, or at least let him do what he had to, to bring you back, but if they wanted to get in his way, so be it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"I- What- What happened ?", she stammered, using a hand to rub her head, feeling it spin as her eyes fluttered open. Her heart began to race, taking in the monstrous figure that held her gently, with dark slimy tentacles waving around and three glowing eyes that watched her intently. She felt too frightened to move, or notice that the full panging in her stomach had gone quiet, wishing she didn’t open her eyes, her mind running at full speed, trying to think of how to free herself, and then it spoke.

"(Y/N)- You- You're back", he hesitated, voice quiet and surprised at his own ability, forcing the remnants of the other masters to sink into himself, "I- I did it". Leaning in closer, he pulled her in for a kiss, her expression softening at the realisation of who it was.

She remorsefully pushed him off her, tilting her head to look around before turning back to him, questioning softly, "Oh Stephen, what did you do ?". She took in his appearance, the dark circles under his eyes had turned a deeper colour and his beautiful, cool, blue eyes seemed cloudy and hazed, like he was not fully there. The familiar rich, ruby coloured cape that she had grown accustomed to had been switched out for something more menacing, with sharp triangle edged and gold rimming. She could feel her heart sink further and further into a pit in her chest, threatening to crack at the state of the man she loved. He was lost, it was displayed plain for her to see, but he didn't seem to realise it, and she figured it was too late for either of them to reverse it.

"You died and I brought you back", he laughed, raising his arms in self-congratulation, attempting to curl his arms around her waist, bending down for another kiss, only to be stopped by her palm in his face. He raised an eyebrow, she looked unhappy, not even that but pitiful, for him. That didn't make sense, she should be happy, they could finally be together. He had burned down so many people for them, for her. He just couldn't understand it.

"You- You know I love you, but at what cost darling ?", she sighed, using a finger to slant his head up, forcing him to take in the reality that he had torn apart, "Look at the world". Her words were like a slap to the face. The sky had become a shade of green, so sickly and revolting, with holes of black that seemed to envelope all life, turning it into nothingness. He frantically began to turn his head around, hoping and wishing that there was someone who was fine, despite the part of him that knew this would have happened.

"No, no, but I- I can fix this", he tried to reassure himself. He had the power of hundreds of mystic art masters, he could fix this, otherwise what was the point of all the dark things he had done. It all seemed justified if it meant he could be with her again, anything paled in comparison to being with her, but this was not his intention, he didn't mean to doom everyone, but he could fix it. He could, he told himself, bringing himself to stand, the magic pouring from his fingertips, an act of desperation, his eyes flickering from the world to her.

She winced, pushing herself off the ground to face him, "Stephen, no one can reverse this,", a hand reached out to cup his cheek, tilting his head down to face her. There was now a new feeling in her chest, like low, dullness, not pain, but like she was losing feeling in her body, her head growing heavier. Bringing her fingers up to her eyes, she gasped, turning her hand around, shocked to see her skin turning a charcoal colour, bubbling out into the air around them. She bit her lip, a futile attempt to stop the tears that began to roll down her cheeks, tasting salty and wet as they dampened her lips. Despite how furious she was at her husband, it still felt bittersweet as she realised that this was the last time she'd get to see him, and in spite of herself she closed the gap between their two bodies, wrapping her arms around his neck, the streams that ravaged down her face staining his tunic, whispering, "Goodbye Stephen".

The world crystallised at his palms, the edges the sky no longer vast with possibility, but harsh and sharp lines formed, that resembled hard glass, but he wouldn't turn his eyes away from the woman that clutched him tightly, slowly fading further and further into emptiness. "No- But I-", he stammered, unable to control the tears that fell as he lowered down to the ground of his prison, grabbing helplessly at the unoccupied space, feeling his heart "(Y/N) no, don't go- Please-". He had sacrificed everything for her, the whole universe burnt to the ground so that she would live, and somehow it had all ended with him alone again, except this time the aching loss that seared in his chest was worse, because there was no more do-overs. This was his final chance and he ruined it.

Running a hand across his eyes, he tried to wipe at the tears that were falling at a dangerous pace, eventually giving up and hiding his face in them, so filled with shame, to have disappointed her, that this had been her last memory of him. He began to murmur out into the empty space, "I- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry", but it was pointless, there was no one to hear him, no one to forgive him, he had destroyed everything. He started all this pain, all this suffering, so that she wouldn't, but in the end she was still gone and he was still alone. The shattered pieces of his heart that littered his chest, crushed further without remorse, and it was his punishment to live with that pain for the rest of his existence, but as he thought about all the things he had done, he figured he deserved this.

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