A/N: Hello my dear readers!

So here is a new oneshot I imagine about Stephen finding out about Y/N's feelings thanks to a poem she wrote. The poem is actually from me, so I hope you'll enjoy guys! ;)

Thanks for all your support again, it's amazing!

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You nibbled the tip of your pen, lost in thoughts, trying to find the perfect word for your poem. Pages of words were scattered on your bed, some drawings emerging from blank pages. Music pounding in your ears, the sound of violin trying to trigger your inspiration, you took a deep breath and held your pen above the sheet of paper, ready to strike. You close your eyes, picturing images in your head and words which could be used in a poetic phrase. You had written your annual state of day, relating what you've done at the sanctum with Stephen and Wong and the progress you've made. Dived in the process of writing, the wave of inspiration had invaded your veins and since a child you had written poems depicting your friends, you had begun to write one about Stephen. But you were stuck. Here you were now:

Doctor Strange

"Here he comes, pacing through the flames,

Firing spells at its foes in blame,

His striking blue eyes never left your face,

Trailing you down in a warm embrace.

Its marvellous crimson companion is a movable shield,

One thing you should know, he'll never yield,

Whatever traps you plan, he will wield.

After all, nothing can stop us in the magical field.

You are my hope, my heart, my dream,

The one which is running through my skin,

Losing your infamous hands wasn't a failure,

It allows you to save me in the future.

Even if ego stepped in the way,

You managed to save the day,

My love, just don't forget yet,

You'll never be alone again.

You watched in amazement the final word completed your poem and a genuine smile reached your lips. You put the pen down and watched the poem you made. You realised that at some extent, it was almost a love declaration but you didn't care because he wasn't going to read it. It was for you, a way to express your feelings, a way to unleash all your burdens on paper. However, you jumped in surprise when the door suddenly burst out, Stephen yelling something about Wong being annoying. You shook your head, used to Stephen's comments. You knew deep down that he cared about the Asian Magician, he just couldn't admit it. Moreover, you were always here for him when there was something wrong, so he used to come in your room and debate about it. He sat down on your bed, pushing some papers out of the way, rumbling about meaningless things. You tidied up a bit your bed, gathering all your papers before Stephen could see what you were doing. However, Stephen being curious, he glimpsed the sight of his name. He quickly grabbed the sheet under your protestations.

" Stephen, what the hell are you doing? Give me that paper back, it's private!"

You tried to push him off but he was too strong for you and you watched him, despair in your eyes, read your poem. Nevertheless, you saw Stephen's face changed from angry at Wong softened and even widening. Your heart was pounding vigorously in your chest, and your breath was heavy. " What do I do? No, no,no this can't be happening! Come on, Y/N, do something before he understands you love him" you thought, looking everywhere to distract him from the paper. But it was too late.

Stephen slowly put the poem down, which you quickly grabbed it to hide it under the mass of papers. Then, his storming blue eyes locked with yours and your heart missed a beat. He was looking at you with such awe, admiration and maybe love that you froze. You looked elsewhere, unable to bear his gaze. He seemed to notice and cleared his throat.

" I like the poem, would you get a copy for me, please?"

Your head snapped at him, astonishment written all over your face. He explained:

" You're really good at it, you should do more. Maybe more romantic? About you and me?"

Your mouth fell open and Stephen chuckled.

" Don't be so surprise, Y/N, you'll catch flies if you don't close your mouth. "

He gently put his finger under your chin, closing your mouth, and bringing you closer to him. You stammered:

" It's ...a... already about you and me."

He shook his head/

" Ttt,tt, it's you depicting me in your words. I want you to depict us, not only me."

His fingers smoothly stroked your lips, your eyes locked with him. You nodded at him and a warm smile spread on his face.

" Good, I'll see you tonight. I can't wait to read it. "

Then he softly pecked your lips, got up and dashed out of the room. You blinked a few times trying to process what just happened. The gears in your brain seemed to work back completely and you yelled a " YES!" in your room, your heart hammering in happiness in your chest. You clutched your poem against you, already thinking about the next one.

A/N: So any thoughts?