A Familiar Touch | (Doctor Strange x Female!Reader)

Chapter 2 - Can I Try Something?

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TW: Strong language, mentions of alcohol and drinking.
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The next day, Stephen parked his car in the basement of (Y/n)'s apartment.

Now, Stephen was early.

And not like a little early.

(Y/n) would usually be ready for these things closer to 7:30, perhaps 8.

The time on his watch was currently 4:28pm.

In all honesty, Stephen grew bored at home.

He would visit (Y/n)'s place so often that all the security knew him and would simply let him in. So, he thought, no harm in coming over early.

But (Y/n) didn't know of his early arrival, and she would really wish she did.

She HATES surprises.

As Stephen got to the top floor, he double checked his surroundings before reaching into the plant pot next to her door and fishing around for her spare key.

Now any normal person would have just rung the doorbell or knocked.

But no.

Not Stephen.

He could hear music blasting through her walls which anyone who knew her or simply passed her door would know it was a regular occurrence. And so, Stephen essentially began breaking into her apartment, and due to the loud music she was playing, (Y/n) didn't hear the front door swing open.

Stephen always found a certain charm to her place. It was a typical loft found in the city. Very industrial, with light fixtures messily strung up into a makeshift chandelier over her living room.

The walls were covered in bricks that were painted a dark grey and huge posters framed onto them - some movies, music, some of her awards, which he always noted were nowhere near as many as his, and a little area dedicated to her educational certificates, framed proudly.

The apartment had massive floor to ceiling windows that covered several walls, and those that didn't have a huge window were covered in shelves that housed book upon book, informing anyone who stepped into her space that she had a love for reading.

Her bedroom was on a second floor balcony framed by a glass railing overlooking the living space. The bathroom was tucked underneath and the kitchen was by the main entrance.

But as Stephen took in his environment, adjusting rather satisfyingly to the loud music, he noticed she wasn't in sight. So, as he started to move through her space, he found her sitting at her desk, tucked beside the living room, and surrounded by piles of paper.

"Busy?" He spoke over the music, startling her to death before she angrily stood up to lower the speaker by her side.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING? OR CALLING? OR EVEN FUCKING TEXTING??"

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"You done?" He half heartedly smirked back, now leaning against the wall adjacent to her work space.

"DONE? STEPHEN YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO BREAK INTO MY APARTMENT!"

"Oh, come on, you let yourself into mine all the time."

"I CALL YOU BEFOREHAND!"

Stephen was clearly not seeing the problem here. And instead of focusing on the screaming doctor in front of him, the pieces of paper surrounding her caught his attention.