A/N: Hello my dear readers!
Here is a cheerful one-shot about DS and reader. Hope you'll like it.
How would you feel about a jealous Stephen x reader? If yes, should he be jealous of Tony, Loki or someone else?
Please leave a vote or a comment
PS: I do not own the image. I found on the Internet
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Christine always had an impact on Stephen, by her words or acts of kindness. Anyone would be touched or grateful for this amount of support but you were doubting it. Perhaps, were you afraid, she would take back what was rightfully hers, or that Stephen would choose her over you.
Nevertheless, each time she passed by, to know if everything was alright, Stephen would curl himself in his room, feeling downhearted with a bottle of whisky on his desk. You often caught him standing near his window, his blueish gaze focussed on something invisible to the naked eye. Your heart ached when you saw him in that state. It reminded you the wreck he was when he arrived at the temple, broken and alone.
So you tried to cheer him up by joking, doing his favourite dishes and even give him your special Spell Book where you keep your progress in the creation of new spells.
« Stephen, you have to talk to me, please. » you had said, cupping his face to make him look at you in the eye.
But it was to no avail. He was as stubborn as a mule. You sighed heavily and returned to your chambers while Stephen focussed on working and locked himself in the library. Even the Cloak left him alone and wandered into the Sanctum, scaring the neighbours when it was levitating in front of the windows. A few days passed like this, and one day, waking up by the sunrays' warmth, you decided it was enough. You would wake Stephen from his slumber. As you stepped through the corridors, your feet leading you to the person your heart ached for, you didn't know what you were going to do. Were you going to shout out him ? Were you going to slap his face? To talk to him? Your hands pushed the library's door, Wong nodding at your demeanour and you let your instinct guided your following actions. You didn't bother to be quiet or warn him you were here, you walked towards him, your feet stamping the floor. You spotted him in front of one of the bookshelves, his eyes searching through the titles, one trembling hand in the air. Immediately, you saw the glimmer of pain glimpsed in his eyes. You knew this feeling: his hands will always remind him the failure of what could have been stability.
« Here you are, Strange. » you thought and heading towards him.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't acknowledge your presence and you felt him stiffened when you wrapped your arms around him, your face planted against his back and holding him tightly against your chest. However, he didn't push you away. He froze and waited, his breathing changing as he could feel your breasts on his back.
« Y/N ? » he asked, losing his unruffled face.
You stubbornly said, hiding the true reason for your actions.
« I need a hug. »
He sighed, turning to face you in your embrace. Your face was now against his muscular chest and you could feel his heartbeat speeding up.
« Ask the Cloak, then. »
You shook your head. Tightening your grip on him.
« I want you. »
As soon as these words left your lips, you realised your mistake. « I want you » could mean so many things and you wish you had said something else.
« I mean... I » you tried to correct yourself.
He chuckled at your behaviour and cupped your cheeks, looking at you in the eye. The intense gaze you faced was full of love and admiration and your breath got stuck in your throat.
« I know what you are trying to do, dear. I noticed your gentle attention. Thank you. You always know when I'm feeling down. » he said, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumb.
You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. Your eyes snapped open when a pair of lips was pressed against yours, tenderly kissing you.
Perhaps, you should hug Doctor Strange more often if you could have a kiss.
A/N: So what did you think? Was it too simple?