Alcohol and Ex-boyfriends (Stephen Strange x reader)
Song prompt:
“and that i’ll fight my corner, maybe tonight i’ll call ya, after my blood turns into alcohol.” give me love – ed sheeran
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Stephen raised the glass up to his lips, downing the liquor all at once. He didn’t have the patience to make it last, he was already long gone. He had been sat in a bar, alone, for at least three hours now.
You and Stephen had had a nasty breakup. A lot of things were said that neither of you meant, yet you both took it to heart anyway, and decided to call it quits on your three year relationship with each other. You didn’t want that really, but in the heat of the moment the idea of a breakup was thrown, and you both agreed to it.
He placed the glass back onto the bar, pointing at the man behind the bar, “Kind sir, may I have another?” His words were slurred, and he had no real sense of what he was saying.
The barman shook his head, “I’m afraid not, I can’t let you have anymore when you’re already too drunk. I’m gonna lock up soon, is there anyone you can call who’d be able to come and pick you up?”
He thought for a few seconds, then nodded, fumbling in his pocket for his mobile phone. He pulled it out of his pocket, unlocking it. He scrolled through his contacts, the names all becoming one big blur, but not yours. He stopped when he saw your name, and stared at the contact for a few seconds, before deciding that he had to call you. He knew he was too drunk to be speaking to you, and that he would probably screw up again in the state he was in, but he didn’t care. He had to speak to you.
He pressed your contact and started calling you, pressing the phone up to his ear, he held his breath, waiting for you to answer. He’d never felt more nervous in his entire life.
You were sat at home, watching tv, with a tub of ice cream in your hands. You were doing alright, certainly better than Stephen, spending time with friends and family, distracting yourself. But when you were alone, you often thought about him, and what you lost.
You hadn’t heard a word from Stephen, so when your phone rang, and you immediately recognised the number as his, you were more than confused.
You stared down at your phone, hesitant to answer it, but eventually you did. “Um, hello?”
You heard a sigh of relief from the other end of the phone, “Y/N? It’s you…I didn’t think you’d…pick up. Thankyou…for doing that.” His words were slurred, which hinted to you that he was most likely very drunk. You’d never seen him drunk to the point of slurring his words.
You bit your lip, “Stephen what’s wrong? Why are you calling?”
He gave a chuckle, “The man behind the bar,” he pointed at the man, as if you could see him, “is claiming that I…am drunk.”
You rolled your eyes, “You are drunk Stephen. Even I can tell.”
“The man, this man,” he pointed again and the barman just shook his head, smirking, “says I need to leave, but claims that I can’t drive by myself. He’s a great friend, you know.”
You sighed, “So, what you’re saying is you’re really drunk, the bar is about to close and you need me to come and pick you up?”
“Well, i mean you don’t have-”
You bit your lip, “I’ll be there in 10.”
You knew exactly which bar he had gone to, it was only a few blocks from your apartment, but across the city from the Sanctum, you weren’t exactly sure how he’d ended up there.
You grabbed your jacket and pulled your boots on, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind you. You ran down the stairs, then out to your car. It was raining, and you were soaked from being in the rain for just two seconds. You opened your car door, got in and started the engine, heading in the direction of the bar your ex boyfriend currently sat in.
The bar was a short drive, and when you saw the flashing lights that held the bars name, you pulled up. You took out your phone, fixing your hair a little, then pulled on your jacket and got out of the car. You weren’t sure whether you’d be able to face Stephen, but you figured you had to now that you were already here.
You pushed the door of the bar open, and your eyes immediately landed on him. You sighed, walking over to him, “Stephen?”
His head shot up, and looked up at you, his eyes glazed and blood-shot. “Y/N…. you came.”
You nodded, “Yeah I did. Come on, get your jacket. We’re leaving.”
He chuckled, “Where…where are we going? The night is still young. We should…we should go for dinner.”
You shook your head, “It’s almost midnight. We’re not going for dinner. Come on.” You pulled him up from his seat on the bar, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him outside. You opened your car door and put him in the passenger seat, leaning down, “Stay here. Don’t move, don’t touch anything. I’ll be back in a minute.”
He pouted, “Where are you-” his speech was interrupted by you shutting the car door.
You walked back into the bar, picking up his black jacket and phone from one of the seats, then turned to the barman. “Thankyou for looking after him and not kicking him out onto the street. I appreciate it.”
The man nodded, “It’s no problem, he wasn’t much trouble.”
You smiled and went into Stephens jacket pocket, pulling out $40. You put it on the bar, “He’ll understand. I think you deserve it. He’s a pain.”
He smiled, “Thankyou.”
You nodded, “It’s no problem, have a nice night.” You left the bar and got into your car, looking over at Stephen.
You sighed, “you’re a pain in the ass, Strange.”
He said nothing, just looked over at you and smirked. You looked over at him, shaking your head, then started your engine and drove back to your apartment. The drive back was silent, as you had expected it to be.
You stopped the car in front of your apartment block and he furrowed his eyebrows, “This isn’t…the…thingy…”
You rolled your eyes, “The sanctum. No, this is my apartment because I’ve already left the house to pick you up and frankly I’m not driving to the other end of the city to drop you off there. Sorry, Stephen. You have to deal with it.”
Stephen nodded, opening the car door, but you grabbed his arm before he could get out, “Don’t bother. I’ll get you.” You got out of the car, pulling him up and taking him inside. He wasn’t so drunk that he couldn’t walk, but he stumbled a lot, making taking him inside a lot harder than what it should have been.
You went into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. The doors closed, and you looked over at Stephen. He was staring at you intently, and your cheeks blushed a dark red.
You took his hand when the elevator doors opened, “come on.” You unlocked the apartment door, taking him inside.
You bit your lip, “You can take my bed. There’s still some of your clothes left in there, take those. Try and get some sleep, I’ll drop you off at the sanctum tomorrow.”
He bit his lip, leaning against the wall. “Will you….will you be joining me?”
You sighed, “I might.”
He nodded, and went into your bedroom.
You bit your lip, part of you wanted to stay away from Stephen, to stay away from the life he lived, to stay away from the danger. But another part of you wanted to get in your bed with him, talk things through and make up. You thought for a few seconds, then made your mind up.
You were going to talk things through with him, when he sobered up of course.
You went into your room, taking off your jeans and slipping into bed next to him, you wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.
He sighed a little, “Y/N….”
You shook your head, “Don’t speak. I don’t need to hear it. We can talk about it another time.”
*extended ending*
You pulled up next to the sanctum, unlocking the car door, “Get out, Strange. You’ve got a stone to protect.”
He chuckled, “Okay, okay. I’m going.” He got out of the car, leaning down so he could still see you through the car window.
You smiled, “Dinner tonight?”
He gave you a grin, “I’m free for lunch.”
You pressed your lips together, “Hmm, I’m not.” You flashed him one last grin, then drove off.
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….”
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