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Promise Me | Doctor Strange x Gn!Reader

a/n - At the time of writing this note I am yet to see Multiverse of Madness, which means spoiler free! I was watching Benedict’s SNL and came up with the Idea of this. Edit: I have seen DSMOM and I wrote this, I love him. Still spoiler free!

Warnings - Fluff, Fluff, Fluff, cursing, slightly suggestive, and a mention of blood. I’m sorry if I haven’t got them all!

Paring - Stephen Strange x Gn!Reader

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MR STEVE HARRINGTON TAKING YOUR FIRST KISS WHEN YOU GO TAKE PHOTOBOOTH PICS IM MELTING

cutest idea EVER as soon as you sent it i was like omg

"How many photos are there?" you ask, squishing in against the wall as Steve slides onto the bench beside you. 

"Four."

"How are we gonna pose for four photos?" you ask. 

Steve closes the curtain and clicks on the screen with only a mild frustration when it proves finicky. "Uh, don't worry about it. I'm sure something will come to us." 

The first photo begins. A feminine voice counts down, 3, 2, 1, and Steve has wrapped his hand around your elbow out of frame, leaning into your shoulder. You're both smiling wide, heads inclined, foreheads kissing. 

"That's boring," Steve says after it's done. "We should go Bond for the next one." 

He's already turning, his back pressed to your shoulder. You copy him though you're not sure what he means, spines pressed together. You crane over your shoulder to ask, "Bond?" 

"You know, the spy? Double oh seven?" 

You shake your head and laugh, the two of you with your shoulders digging in and guns upheld. Steve looks at the screen all cool and charming and you've got no clue what to do, looking up at the ceiling of the booth. 

"Not like that! You look like a nun!" Steve says urgently, laughing. You whip your head forward, embarrassment like the heat of a flame licking over your skin. 

3, 2, 1. The shutter clicks. 

You scramble up, heart racing with no clue what pose to pull next. Steve throws up a peace sign as you giggle and place your hands under your face like a cherub angel. He approves. 

"Perfect," he says. 

The time counting down for this one feels longer. Steve's thigh to your thigh becomes a heating pad, his naked arm brushing yours an explosion of firecrackers under the skin. This close he smells like cedarwood and bergamot, an intoxicating, heady scent that you can't help but drift towards. He throws his arm around your shoulders in response and again your faces draw close. You imagine the warmth irradiating off of his cheek and onto your own.

3, 2, 1. The shutter clicks. You blink, affronted by the flash, the bright white eating at the centre of your vision. Steve's arm slides back but his hand stays on your shoulder, lithe fingers squeezing tight flesh. 

You can't help laughing with nerves and a lot of happiness, pleased to be here with him taking silly couple's photos with a thousand contiguities between you, breathing the same air, hidden away from everyone in the world but each other. 

You turn to Steve. He's alarmingly handsome this close, his warm, soft eyes and their fluttering lashes peering at you with an emotion you could describe but don't, too afraid to admit what it is to yourself in case you're terribly wrong. 

A smile plays on his pretty mouth. 

"What?" he asks, having watched your staring. 

Get ready! 

"You just look really handsome today. Every day," you say, turning away from him with a big photo ready smile. 

You can feel his gaze, hear his smile. "You think so?" His hand slides over the back of your neck, skirting around to hold it in a hot, firm grip. 

"I'm gonna kiss your cheek for this one," he says. "Okay?" 

"Okay," you say weakly, sounding as nervous as you feel. 

He leans in towards you, his face bringing with it a wave of goosebumps. They start at the base of your neck and sweep your entire body, shivering as his lips touch your cheek. He shifts in his seat to get close, really truly kissing you and you go a little blind, worse as the lady counts. 

3. Steve brings his other hand up, firm but kind to the side of your face. 

2. Your eyes close on instinct as he turns your head towards him. 

His lips press to yours. Chaste, smooth, you find yourself forced back a half inch at the connection, a flower of warmth blossoming from the center of your chest outwards, all over your body, your tummy becoming a melted pool of heat. Your hands grab for his elbows. You don't return the kiss so much as let yourself be kissed. 

The shutter clicks. A bright white flash. 

Steve pulls away like he doesn't want to. You take in a big breath and open your eyes, find him staring at you with worry lining his expression. 

"Sorry," he says. "I thought you-" 

You nod and lean forward again, clumsily pressing your lips to his for a second kiss. Your enthusiasm gives him a confidence he didn't quite have the first time, his hands greedy where they rove over your neck and shoulders. What was chaste becomes less so, his lips slightly parted over yours, kissing you with an aching ardency. 

Please exit the booth.

Steve breaks the kiss and drops his forehead against yours as you giggle breathlessly, sucking in keenly missed air. 

"Sorry for freezing up the first time," you say, sounding even to yourself like a giddy, dizzied mess. "No one's ever kissed me before." 

"That was your first kiss?" he murmurs, though his surprise peeks through. 

You shudder as his hand rubs over your upper arm roughly. "Yeah. My second, too." 

He kisses the corner of your mouth with a brilliant grin and pulls away from you. "And your third." 

Steve throws open the curtain and you follow him out of the booth, bumping shoulders in a rush to see the photos as he pulls them out of the drop box. He takes your elbow into his hand, an unnecessary, irreplaceable closeness as he turns to show you the photos. 

Standing with your heads angled down together, you brush your fingertips over the captured moment of your first kiss. Your surprise. Steve's clear affection. 

Your eyes move up. In every photo he's looking at you. Even the Bond one, a lopsided smile as he corrects your position. 

You try to take it from him and he won't allow it. 

"I'm keeping it," he says. 

"How's that fair? It's my first kiss. You've had loads of kisses." 

"Not with you." 

You try to glare at him and fail, especially when he gets a mischievous look about him and says, "We'll just have to do it again." 

You let him push you back into the photo booth with little protest. 

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guys i miss loid forger

eddie is never seen with a book in hands when he’s out in public, especially in school. but he is an avid reader, and reads, at least, two books every month. his favorite genre is absolutely fantasy (and he also loves comic books, and is a marvel fan). and yeah, some might say that he doesn’t even knows how to read, but eddie always keeps a book on his nightstand and reads it before he goes to sleep.

so just know that whenever you’re staying over at his place, he will read a couple of pages out loud for you - sometimes, eddie gets you so invested on the stories that you both stay up all night to finish the book. but when you can’t end it, he will call you at night just to read the rest to you. <3

🖤💘

wednesday as anime 🖤🕷️🕸️

hii can u please do wednesday and enid matching icons? thank u sm <3

Rainy days // Edward Nashton x reader fluff

A/N: This is mostly gender neutral except for that the word princess is used like once

C/W: Yelling. Thats it really lmk if theres anything else i should tag

Summary: Eddie is acting UP bruh give your partner some attention idiot

Word count: 1.2K     -    Requested by: @littlejupcakie8​

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The rain formed small droplets along the window, hitting it with a soft thrum. You’ve always loved the rain, the foggy atmosphere and the soft breeze that came with it filled you with a childish joy. When you were little you would sit outside, letting yourself get absorbed in the droplets of water. More often than not doing so would make you sick, but you never minded.

The beauty of this sight is something you now typically like to share with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend. Eddie. Where was he?

You stood up from besides the windowsill and wandered through the apartment, only to find him hunched over his desk. The lights were low and his computer was open. You figured he was doing something important. It was known to you what he did as the Riddler. It never bothered you much, you had the same beliefs as he did and you knew what he did was out of good heart. Occasionally you would even help him with his ventures. To say he loved when you went along with him was an understatement. He loved spending time with you and he loved making the city a better place, it was the perfect scenario.

“Ed?” You knocked at the frame of the door.

“I’m busy sweetheart.” He replied, not even giving you the courtesy to look away from his computer. You could already tell he was stressed. Usually he comes running like a dog when you call his name. He would drop almost anything for you.

“It’s raining.” You walk inside the room and sit yourself next to him. You wanted his attention, so you were gonna get it.

“I bet it’s real pretty but I said I’m busy.” He gave a quick, yet patronizing smile. Still yet to look up at you.

“Can’t you take a break for a second?”

He remains silent, typing away at the keyboard. At this point you didn’t know what to say. You weren’t used to him almost blatantly ignoring you. Even if he was busy. Needless to say you were a little upset, hurt even. You would never demand your boyfriend attention, but you also never really had to. He’s always been insanely obsessed with you, attaching himself to you at your hip basically.

“Edddwwaarrdd.” You lean into him as you drag out his name, sure this would get even a glance.

It didn’t.

“Eddie.” You go farther this time, poking his arm. “Ed.” You poke him again.

Still he doesn’t acknowledge you. You lean back and pout. What could possibly be so important that he starts acting like this. You were in utter disbelief and didn’t even know how to handle this. Do you just go back into the living room and wait for him? Do you stay here and sit in silence with him? Your need for his attention is even higher than when you first came in here. You wanted him to give at least some explanation for his sudden behavior.

Then it hit you like a brick. Does he not love you anymore? It didn’t make sense, but I mean, doesn’t it? From the very moment he met you he was in love with you. No. Even before he met you he was in love with you. Completely and madly obsessed with you. There was a tracker in the soles of all your shoes to prove it. So, it would be within reason that he’s tired himself out from you right? That he’s already poured out all the love he could possibly give.

Fuck. If he doesn’t love you anymore what would he do with you? You know he’s the Riddler. Would he kill you for knowing? Would he kill you just because? Part of you hopes he does. You don’t know what you’d do without him. It’s not that you technically needed him. You could be perfectly stable on your own. You had money, a job, friends (kind of). But what would you do after him. You couldn’t ever possibly date someone else. It was a fact that no one would ever love you how he does. No one would ever amount to him as a boyfriend.

The tears started to well up in your eyes. You fought them off as best you could but it started to become overwhelming. Now you wanted to be close to him. You wanted to hold him, hug him from behind while he worked. You wanted to embrace him, to feel his skin against your own. Doing so would almost immediately make you feel better. Just to have both of your presence’s intertwined in this dreadful silence. You were nervous, but you make the decision to ask. “Ed?” You whisper with a shaky voice.

“Jesus FUCKING Christ. How many FUCKING times do I have to tell you I’m busy.” He yelled. The sudden rise in his voice caught you off guard. Edward has never raised his voice like this to you. “Don’t you have EYES? YOU CAN SEE I’M WORKING.” His fists slammed against the desk, shaking everything on it.

Finally, he turned to look at you, only to find you cowering away from him with tears streaming down your face. In that moment he realized what he’d done. He released the tension in his fists and dropped his shoulders. His mouth dropped open a slight bit with the corners of his lips tugging downwards.

“No I didn’t-” For a second he started to reach over to you, but he immediately stopped himself. Neither of you knew what to do. Was this your fault? God you should’ve just stayed and watched the rain. “Y/N”

“I just wanted to ask to sit in your lap.” You couldn’t bring yourself to raise your voice to anything more than a hush.

He sighed. “C’mere.” He took your hand into his and led you over to him. Hesitantly, you fell into his lap. “I’m sorry princess.” A long sigh dragged from his mouth. “I’m so sorry.” His head leaned into your chest, he was shaking. He seemed to be just as upset at his outburst as you are.

You start to feel a small wetness against your collarbone, he was crying. You placed your hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through his unkempt blond hair. His hands clung to the back of your shirt as he sobbed into you. Of course you felt bad for him, not that you should, he was the one who yelled at you. But you didn’t expect him to breakdown about it. To some this would come off as manipulative, but to you this was just your Eddie. You knew his reaction was genuine. You knew by the way his fingers dug into your back, holding you as closely as possible.

You removed your hand from his head and placed it on his jaw, moving his face to look at yours. “Please don’t do that again.”

He rapidly shook his head. “I swear I won’t I won’t ever let that happen again.” He pleads. His hands go from your back to your thighs, rubbing them in a sweet way. He wasn’t trying to make any sexual advances, he just wanted to feel you. “I love you” He brought his lips to yours. “So much.” Softly, he connected them.

“Ed?”

“Hm?”

“Do you really?”

He quickly pulls his face away from you. “I do I promise you I do.” His green eyes pierce into you. “I will ALWAYS love you. You know I’m crazy about you.”

“Can we go watch the rain now?”

i wish i was a cishet guy so that i could start a podcast and go to the gym and allow that to fulfill me spiritually. but instead i have these visions