Arrogant Arse - Doctor Strange x Reader
My first request in a long time! Sorry it is short and a little crappy but I have a lot going on with NaNoWriMo and music stuff. I do love me a bit of Doctor Strange though! Requests and ships are still open for all fandoms I write for though guys
You were sat in the library minding your own business entirely. Wong normally only let you into the masters section seeing as you had been training since you were a very young girl after being orphaned. Then he turned up. The arrogant doctor and for some reason Wong seemed to favour him too.
“Good morning, (y/n). How wonderful to see you studying so early” you groaned quietly as he came in behind you. Yes, he was pompous and arrogant but you couldn’t deny that he was good. He was almost as good as you, almost, and that was the annoying thing. You had been training for years and years and he had been here for a few months. “Silent treatment I see. No surprise there.”
“What is that meant to mean?” You scoffed, he barely spoke to you now unless he wanted something.
“It means I am a little sick and tired of trying to get to know you and being brushed off every single time.” He said with annoyance while fishing books off shelves roughly.
“Oh I am sorry, Doctor, that the man who focuses so much on work to fix himself and in no way has any respect for the actual practice is so uptight and bigheaded.” He slammed the books down on the desk in front of you before taking a seat himself, “I would love to say you’re not annoying, but who am I to lie.”
“I am learning for my reasons as are you. You are the one who is so obsessed with their pride. You’re just jealous.”
“Yes.” You finally looked away from the pages and up at him to find he was already looking up, “You are so used to being the top of your class, the best in the sanctuary and I turn up and suddenly you have a bit of competition.”
“I would like to remind you Strange,” you spat, “that I was the one who helped you in the first place. It was me who asked for the ancient one to let you back in, me who help you through your first steps of training, me who gave you all the books and help you needed.”
“Of course I haven’t forgotten!” Stephen raised his voice now, “I haven’t forgotten how you let me in then shut me out either! How you made me think I had a chance with someone as talented as yourself and then the next day turned away” the severeness in his eyes had softened and changed, they now looked sad, “I really thought that the feelings I developed for you were returned and now, you hate me with no reason.”
“How could you have had feelings for me?” the doctor looked confused, “I never got a thanks or even any signs of thankfulness. You were so arrogant and I hated it. I hated how I did actually care so damn much.”
“I didn’t know how to thank you. I may still be bigheaded but I have changed. You changed me.” He stood and moved round the table to you and stood over you for a moment. You couldn’t find the strength in you to stand yourself but you looked up at his towering form above you before he kneeled by your side. “Thank you, (y/n).” He mumbled and stalked off probably to his room alone, again.
You sighed closing your books and leaning on your hands. and rubbing your forehead. You liked him and there was no denying it but the fact he was so angry and frustrated with himself meant he was blind to the real power he held. He had certainly changed, you noticed that he was calmer and smarter now - less careless and you knew that in no time at all he would be a master but that didn’t really matter. Not really. He was kind and good to you and you couldn’t deny that you hadn’t been sneaking glances at him in training. You pushed yourself up from the seat and gathered your things, dropping them off in your room before starting off to Stephens.
You heard grunts from the courtyard and sure enough he was out there training alone.
“Strange” you called out but he didn’t answer. “Stephen!” you were more stern and he stopped dead, only his hands shook. You made your way over to him slowly and took his hands in yours, holding them still. “I’m sorry” you mumbled looking down at where his hands became still in yours.
“Why are you apologising? He asked after a moment.
“Because you’re right, and I just didn’t want to see it.” He moved his hands and linked his fingers with yours, both of you seemed to marvel at how still his hands had become when he touched you.
“I am always right, (y/n).” he smirked, the arrogant arse was back making you smile.
“You’re a sod, Stephen.”
“I know, I know” he laughed, “hopefully I could be your sod though?” he asked quietly, looking at you expectantly.
“Sure, why not” you giggled before he leaned down quickly and captured your lips in his chapped ones.