superficialstark:

Sentimental (Stephen Strange x reader)

“Oh god, don’t make this sentimental.”

“Don’t make asking you to marry me sentimental?” + Stephen Strange

For @nstyles4299, enjoy!

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You sat across from Stephen at the makeshift dinner table he had set up. Tonight was supposed to be date night, at a fancy restaurant, but as Wong had other affairs to attend to, Stephen had to guard the sanctum for the night.

You picked up your wine glass, taking a sip. “So, how’s your…time stone stuff.” You decided a while ago that you’d never get used to the fact that Stephen had powers, that he could manipulate time, or something along those lines. But you loved him enough to live with it, though you made him promise not to get himself into trouble.

He chuckled, “The time stone stuff is going well. There’s been no threats, I haven’t died yet. So that’s a bonus.”

You smiled, “If you died, I’d kill you.”

Stephen scoffed at your words, “I’m already dead, yet you plan to kill me again? I think that defeats the object.”

You shrugged, still smiling. “So, what’s all this about? It’s been a while since we’ve had a date. A real date. Is this even a real date?”

“It could be classed.”

“We’re in the sanctum.”

“With wine and a fancy dinner what more do you want from me?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “What’s the occasion, Strange?”

He bit his lip, “It’s actually a big one… could you do something for me?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “It depends on what you’re asking me to do.”

“Close your eyes. For 10 seconds, and I’ll tell you when to open them, got it?”

You complied, closing your eyes, wondering what he could possibly be doing in the next couple of seconds.

“Open them.”

When you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Stephen down on his knee in front of you, a small velvet box in his hand. Your jaw dropped, never in a million years would you have expected this from him, you weren’t quite sure how to react.

He took a deep breath, then spoke, “Y/F/N, we’ve been together for four years now, and I’ve loved every single moment I’ve had with you. We’ve had our ups-”

His speech was interrupted by a small laugh that escaped from your lips. He looked up at you, confusion written upon his face, until he saw you, your hand covering your lips, and tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Oh god…don’t make this sentimental.”

Stephen raised his eyebrows, “Don’t make asking you to marry me sentimental? How does that even work? How am I meant to do that?”

You laughed, wiping your eyes, “Just ask me, Stephen.”

He nodded, “Right. Y/N, will you marry me?”

You nodded, and threw yourself into his arms, crying happy tears into his shoulder.

After a few minutes, you spoke, “My last name is gonna be so strange….”

“Shut up.”