Summary: Sometimes, you need to change yourself for someone
Warning: STEPHEN STRANGE EHEUEUEU, love, fluff, reader is bite, Cocky Strange, Stephen being Stephen.. Typical. Enemies to lover trope? I guess
(Sorry for the late reply, i have life too)
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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The ballroom glimmered with golden chandeliers and soft jazz playing from the corner. It was one of those lavish gatherings Christine loved — full of doctors, surgeons, and medical prodigies talking about saving lives as they sipped champagne.
You, on the other hand, felt slightly out of place. You weren't a surgeon like them — a researcher, yes, but not the kind that basked in the glow of fame or fancy titles. You preferred the quiet rhythm of the lab to the deafening buzz of egos.
"Y/n!" Christine Palmer waved from across the room, her red hair shining under the lights. You smiled and made your way toward her, clutching your glass of sparkling water.
"You look like you'd rather be home watching Netflix," she teased.
"Am I that obvious?" you said with a small laugh.
Christine leaned in conspiratorially. "I just want to introduce you to someone. Promise me you'll try not to strangle him."
You raised a brow. "That's a very specific warning."
"He's... well, he's brilliant. But—"
"—insufferable?" you guessed.
"Exactly," she said with a grin, and before you could protest, she was already calling him over.
"Stephen! Over here!"
And that was how you met Dr. Stephen Strange.
He was tall, impeccably dressed, and moved through the crowd like he owned the place — which, in a way, he did. The man had a reputation: the best neurosurgeon in New York, maybe the world, and he knew it.
"Christine, always a pleasure," he said, flashing his perfect smile before turning to you. "And who's this lovely mystery woman?"
"This is Y/n," Christine said, giving him a look that said behave.
"Ah, Y/n. I'd say it's an honor, but I'd be lying — I've never heard of you."
Your polite smile vanished. "Well, that makes two of us."
Christine choked on her drink as you took a sip of yours, eyes not leaving his.
For a moment, Stephen just stared at you — clearly not used to being talked to like that. Then, surprisingly, he chuckled. "Touché. You're sharper than most people here."
"Or maybe I just have better taste in company," you said, turning slightly away.
Christine muttered under her breath, "Oh, this is going to be fun."
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Weeks Later
Your paths crossed again. And again.
It seemed every major event — hospital galas, research symposiums, fundraisers — had Stephen Strange in attendance, and somehow, fate (or Christine's meddling) kept putting you in the same orbit.
He was always charming, always arrogant, always perfectly dressed. And yet... something had shifted.
One night, after a particularly boring awards dinner, he approached you as you were checking your phone near the exit.
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FanfictionWell, it's a group of one shots, preferences and imagines that I wrote on Tumblr and notes before so I'll post them here so that my work won't be lost if I can't open my Tumblr or i accidentally delete my notes. So here you go! Warning: Warnings are...
