damn right stephen

Remember to look up at the stars, and not down to your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.
—  Stephen Hawking
Stephen Strange/Reader | Rhinestone Eyes

guess who’s having a bad day and needs fluff. (it’s me) guess who also just watched doctor strange and is screm bc 🔥🔥💯 (it’s me) so here you go, a small fluffy-ish very very slight angst-y drabble 🕷️💋

Originally posted by banshy


“I’m a scary gargoyle on the tower, that you made with plastic power, your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away…Oh, that’s electric…”

You hummed to yourself as the music played. You heard the door open, but you didn’t turn around from the sink where you stood, washing the dishes.

“Helicopters fly over the beach, same time everyday, same routine. A clear target in summer, when skies are blue…”

“A bit too modern for my tastes,” you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

You smile, “Gorillaz, Rhinestone Eyes, 2010.

“2010? Yeah, far too modern for me.”

“You like Beyoncé.”

“Well…she’s an exception.”

“Stephen,” you giggle turning to face him.

He smiles down at you, “Hello.”

“Hi,” you hug him, burying your face into his chest.

“You alright?” his voice was softer.

“Mhm, now that you’re home I am.”

He rests a finger under your chin, using just enough force to move your head upwards to look at him.

“You only play Gorillaz when you’re upset.”

“That’s not true, plenty of their songs are upbeat.”

“Upbeat, but not happy.”

“Steph, I’m alright, really.” You take the hand he held under your chin and moved it to your cheek, leaning into his trembling touch.

“Sorcerer Supreme, darling. You can’t lie to me. Besides,” he turns away, flinging off his cape in a very pleasing way, “I know you, and I know your habits. We’ve been together ages, if you don’t think I know when you’re upset, you are very, very wrong.”

“I’m really okay, Steph! It’s just been boring since you left.”

“Well I’d hope so, I was only gone a few days.”

“Either way, I’m glad you’re back,” you leaned against the counter, dishtowel still in hand. You watched as Stephen walked into your shared bedroom, and you heard a rustling of drawers and the closet before he walked out again, dressed in something more comfortable - his civilian clothes, as he called them. He took a seat on the couch, arm wrapped around the back. You made your way to him, turning the music down slightly as you went. You sat next to him, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Or do you not know?”

“I don’t know. It’s like, I don’t have the motivation to do anything. I just wanna sleep all day and…Sometimes I feel like I don’t need to eat at all, others I feel like I can’t stop eating. I get lonely without you here and when you do come back I know you’ll always leave again and it’s killing me, and I think that’s the problem.” You look up at him, surprised to find tears welled up in his eyes, mirroring you.

“Steph, I…I’m sorry I didn’t mean it to…It’s not your fault -”

“It is. I’m sorry, I didn’t even think of it that way. I should’ve. I really should’ve.”

His arrogance getting in the way of happiness again; Always thinking about himself and no one else.

He pulled you close to him, burying his face in your hair. He didn’t want to move from that spot, ever.

Your hand made its way to his hair, absentmindedly playing with his dark locks. You always adored the odd way in which his sideburns had turned grey already, likely from stress. He was so afraid of failure, and you were always so reassuring that he was fine, he didn’t need to get it right the first time, some things you had to learn. Sometimes you get let down, and sometimes you let someone else down, and that’s alright. It’s a part of being human.

But he had let you down, and he swore to himself he never would.

He slipped his arms under your legs and back and stood, carrying you to the bedroom. He set you down gently on the bed, and you looked at him with tired eyes and he made his way opposite of you, laying down and wrapping his arms around your smaller form.

He buried his face in your neck, placing small fleeting kisses against your skin.

“Stephen…”

“Hm?” he hummed, continuing his shower of affection upon you. His hands, though shaking, were the most calming part about it all, they were him and you took comfort in that. You felt them trail across your skin, under your shirt, up your sides and down your back.

“How long do you have? Until you need to go back, I mean.”

“As long as you want.”

“You know you’re not supposed to leave the sanctum for long, if at all -”

“Don’t care,” his breath tickled your neck.

You lay with him for a while, the soft music from the den the only noise.

“Come with me,” he suddenly blurts out, lifting himself to rest upon his hand.

“Hm?”

“Come with me, back to the sanctum. Then I won’t ever have to leave you.”

You opened your eyes to look at him.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” his free hand trails up your arm.

“I don’t belong there, Steph. Besides, I need to stay here and take care of the house while you’re gone. I have a job, and -”

“- And I have enough money saved to hire a maid to keep it clean while you’re away.”

You sigh, “But that money won’t last forever. Rent is expensive.” You bury your head in the pillow, tears once again threatening to spill. You wanted so badly to say yes. You feel him shift, and suddenly you’re being moved, his body slipping under yours. You lay on top of him, your face now buried in his neck. You repeat his actions, placing small kisses along his jawline, down his neck, towards his collarbone…

“Come on, please.”

“I told you, I don’t belong there.“

“You belong with me,” his hand tangled itself into your hair, and you raise a hand to cup his cheek, “You belong wherever I am. If that’s at the sanctum, so be it. I promise you, I will protect you from anything. Please.”

You finally give in, “Fine. I’ll go.”

He lets out a single chuckle, “Good, I was beginning to think I’d have to persuade you in other ways.”

“Oh, I’m not completely sold yet. You just might have to,” he feels your smile against his neck as you speak.

He smirks, “Maybe I will.”

You both let out a small laugh.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I know.”

“Stephen Vincent Strange don’t you dare pull that Star Wars bullshit on me.”

“That’s Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange.”

“Stephen I swear t -”

“I love you too, is what I meant.”

“Damn right.”