Strangelove (Stephen Strange x Shy!Nurse!Reader)

 Stephen Strange (c) Marvel
 You (c) yourself

 Does not contain any major spoilers for the movie but beware as there are still some certain aspects upon if you see the movie, you will understand some stuff. So in a way though, SPOILERS BEWARE!

 Never seen a Stephen Strange x Reader aside from him being becoming Doctor Strange but as in before how he became to be practiced in the mystic arts. So let's give him some love.  (All adaptions are free to use too!)




 You smiled as you happily unhooked the IV stem inside your patient's arm. The patient, a little girl by the name of Ilyna, winced at this but her eyes curiously widen at the sight of the hole in her arm. You then cleaned the wound and wrapped it up with a cotton ball with tape. "All right, you'll all set to go," you grinned. "You'll be heading home now."

 "Thank you, Ms. (y/n)!" Ilyna bubbled. "You're an awesome nurse."

 You blushed. "And you were doing good as well!" you played along. "I can't believe how tough you were when I put that stem in you."

 "I was scared but I kept thinking to myself it was just a shot. And I'm going to get better with it. Now, it's out and I don't have to worry about it anymore!"

 You giggled until you saw one of your friends wheeled up a wheel chair for her. "Ok, Ilyna, your ride is here," you said, nodding your head to the chair. "Be good. And don't scare your parents like that again."

 "I won't, Ms. (y/n)! Goodbye! I hope you continue to help people!"

 You continued to beam at the little girl until she was out of the room. You then walked over to the desk where one of your co-workers sat, sitting down on the chair for a little breather.

 "I swear, I think that was the cutest one you ever took care of," your co-worker laughed. "Poor thing. These kids these days though...they get sick at a young age."

 "At least she'll get to go home today," you said. "I hate seeing poor things like her in here. Well, anyone really but...when it comes to children, it just seems so unfair."

 This was something you really agreed upon. Even though you were a nurse, you sometimes felt being in the hospital made you uneasy. It made you sad seeing families and friends huddling about, praying that whoever they were here for would get better in the waiting room. It was worse when you actually walked pass the patients' rooms, peeking at each one to see the condition they were in. Of course, some were happy but others were...just devastating.

 Especially when it came to children, did you feel that it was heartbreaking.

 So far from working at the hospital though, you've met patients that seemed to be in good spirit. They were just either really sick or having a problem with a condition they were born with. You hoped that this was what you'll be dealing with for now. You still weren't mentally sure if you were prepared if anything major happened.

 "Well, you signed up for this," your co-worker said, swiveling around in her chair.

 You snorted. "I did because I want to help people. I just....I hated it when I saw one of my family relatives got sick. I felt like I could have done something right then and there. It pains me to just bring soup and crackers to them, even if that's all they require. So now though at least should they ever get something more than beyond that...I'm ready."

 Your co-worker prepared to open her mouth until the phone rang. She answered the call and talked a bit, putting the phone down. "Dr. Hudson wants you to go down to the 5th floor. You've got another patient. Hey, I think Judy's working down there...."

 "Pff, let's hope she'll be there for back up," you said.

 You got up from your chair and started walking to the elevator, pressing a button to head to the 5th floor. However, as you got onto the floor and began walking, your head lifted up and gawked at the two men heading your direction.

 Oh gawd, what's he doing here, you thought..

 The man you were particularly eyeing at was none ever than Stephen Strange, the genius neurosurgeon you've heard everyone talking about. Heck, he even worked at the hospital you were in but since he was such a busy guy, you've never got to physically see him. Descriptively, he was described to be handsome and tall with a egoistical attitude. However, with such brilliance and charm, it was said that you forgot how arrogant he was and was pulled into his wonders of how he saved lives and such.

 And now you saw that one of the things were true. He was handsome. He was indeed tall too with glistening blue eyes and dark brown/black gelled hair. Goodness, his face...you couldn't stop staring.

 Yet, you realized they were heading your way. Quickly, you pressed onto the elevator button as a means of escape, pretending to glance at your nails waiting for the elevator to take you somewhere else.

 Stephen and the other man breezed by you and you felt your heart skip a beat. Curiously, you glanced up at them to see the other man pressing on the button to the double set of doors. Stephen leaned against the wall and turned his head to look at you. He winked.

 Your cheeks exploded, blooming furiously. You pounded on the elevator button, wishing that the stupid door would open now. You whipped your head away, breathing in deeply.

 Oh gawd, how your shyness got the best of you sometimes. Most notably when it came to guys you felt a little beat for.

 You glimpsed to see if Stephen was looking at you still and no doubt he was. His eyes were grazing over you...checking you out.

 Your heart raced. You gulped, hoping...no praying that he wasn't going to come walk over to you and talk. You weren't ready to talk to him. Heck, even by looking at him, your cheeks would still probably be fuming.

 Luckily, the double doors opened and Stephen and the man entered the department. You felt your body rest in relief. Just then did the elevator doors opened too.

 Judy, the receptionist for the 5th floor, stood there and glanced at you, frowning at your still reddening face. "Are you all right?" she asked.

 You snapped out of your trance. "I'm fine," you said. "Just...umm...there was a lot that happened right now."




 After a couple of more hours of work, it was time for you to go home. You glanced at the clock just as you checked your patient's blood pressure.

 The patient was another child, this time, a little boy by the name of Ethan. Ethan had token ill to the chicken pox badly. This was his second day in the hospital but he seemed to be getting better.

 "Well, it looks like my time is up," you said. "I'll have someone come watch over you for the night, ok, Ethan? I hope you get better."

 "Thanks," Ethan sniffed. "You're a really nice nurse, Ms. (y/n). Are you going to come back tomorrow?"

 "I'll try."

 "Ok, thank you! Ach-choo! I hope you get a promotion. You're really good at your work."

 You giggled. "Thank you. Now be a good boy and get some rest. I don't want you worrying your parents now."

 You then exited the room and grabbed your belongings, waving goodbye to your co-workers. You walked back over to the elevator, pressing the button to head down to the 1st floor, ready for a good night's sleep.

 You glanced up to see the doors open and gasped at the sight of Stephen standing there, texting on his phone.

 Stephen looked up and smiled at you. He mouthed, hello and glimpsed down to his phone.

 Your cheeks ignited once more. You were debating whether or not you wanted to enter the elevator. If you went in, no doubt you were going to be standing next to a guy you were starting to crush on and fear for him beginning to make small talk with you. You would barely be able to talk. Your shyness would definitely make you mumble. You wouldn't even look at him.

 Stephen glanced up and raised an eyebrow, frowning.

 Not wanting him to question it with his co-workers or anyone, you entered the elevator and stood next to him. Your heart dropped upon seeing that he was heading to the 1st floor as you. You were screwed.

 Quietness filled the elevator for a bit. Stephen every now and then would glance at you but he didn't say anything. You were too busy trying to focus on your cheeks from reddening and eyeing the number to reach to one (which seemed to take a long time).

 Finally, Stephen spoke.

 "Did you recently start to work here?" he asked, his voice smooth and delicate.

 You gulped, rubbing your hands, sweating. "Umm," you muttered. "I've been here for a bit now...I really don't work in the surgery department. Or at least get called there. I'm a nurse."

 "Oh," he said, nodding. "Ok. I was just curious...I haven't seen you around here. You just seem new. I mostly know everyone here but...I guess I don't."

 He chuckled and you couldn't help but let out a giggle as well.

 Silence enveloped the room for once more. Stephen broke it once again. "Heading home?"

 You nodded, turning your head the other way. You scratched your arm uncomfortably, wishing that your blush would go away and the nervousness you felt crawling around you. You felt like you couldn't talk. Just nodding and shaking your head would be answers. If you peeped out one more word, you might say something stupid. Or no...what if you farted? Or burped. Why isn't the elevator going faster?

 "Where's your car?" he asked. "It's best if we go together. I wouldn't want anything bad happening to you this late at night."

 You shivered. “I’m parked at the 3rd level. Everyone brought their cars in today.”

 “Oh, how convenient. That’s where I’m parked at as well.”

 Dear lawrd, this better not be a coincidence…

 “I may be a bit farther than you,” you warned.

 “That’s fine. I don’t mind walking you.”

 Your cheeks continuously ignited. Sweat engulfed on your hands as you rubbed them ferociously now. You felt your breathing accelerated, your heart racing and blood boiling. You felt it coming. That the minute he asked something one more time, you would say something stupid and he’d stopped asking. And there went out your chance…

 “I’m sorry, but this is a bit rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. Stephen. Stephen Strange.” He thrust out his hand to you.

 You gulped, as you took his between yours, shaking it. “I’m (y/n),” you stuttered. “And you’re…the neurosurgeon everyone….t-t-talks about?” (There it goes. The stuttering. He’s probably going to think you’re an idiot).

 “Well, my name tends to ring a bell now a days,” Stephen said, smiling. He frowned at you again though. “Are you ok? You look…very red. Let me guess…are you nervous about something?”

 You waved it off. “Me? N…no. I’m not. I’m just umm…I….”

 Immediately, you prayed that a lighting bolt would come and strike you down. You felt sssooooo shy. You wanted to talk to him and ask him a million things but you held yourself down, thinking well…you were a nurse. He had a lot of things to talk about what great work he did while you just helped…

 “Well, if you’re not nervous, you don’t have to be shy. It’s ok. I’m not going to bite your head off.”

 Your heart froze. Shy? Don’t have to be…shy?! Please, let a hole open underneath you and suck you in. He saw that you were shy…but wait…not bite your head off?

 You looked up at the doctor, bewildered. “H….how…did you….know I was shy?” you stumbled.

 Stephen chuckled. “I can see it all over your face. Not to mention you’re rubbing your hands a lot. Your cheeks are crimson and you keep looking away…it’s fine. I get why you’re shy though. I mean…I guess it’s not everyday you get to meet a celebrity like myself.”

 You giggled at his attempt to make you comfortable. You then took a deep breath of relief but your cheeks were still red. And you couldn’t stop rubbing your hands. “S…ssorry,” you mumbled. “I tend to get shy fast…when…it comes…to…meeting people.”

 He grinned. “You don't have to be that around me. I won't be mad at you or anything. Hmm, since I’m a doctor though…I guess I can help you with that.”

 Again, you laughed at this, more loudly. You prepared to ask him something else but then the elevator doors opened.

 Stephen titled his head. "Come on. We better get to our cars."




 Despite you still being shy around him eventually, you found yourself opening to him more. When on that night you were heading to both of your cars, you and him made small talk to one another. You’ve got to learn a little bit more about him as vice versa with you.

 Your conversations with one another didn’t stop that night though as he asked for your number and you began to text back and forth (when you got home).

 You’ve learned of the numerous awards he received and he learned about the patients you’ve token care of.

 Every now and then, he would stop by the floor you were on, depending if you were on your break or his and you continued to talk to one another. Heck, sometimes you went on “lunch dates” together.

 Your co-workers teased you about this, saying that he was trying to reel you in but you shrugged this off. You may have a crush on him, but you were still afraid of his rejection.

 Every so once too, while you still didn’t get to see his work before you, you got to see the patients he worked on (since he purposely requested you took care of them). You ever so slightly would stare at the patient’s wound or stitched up scar, trying to picture what Stephen could have done to help them.

 Your friendship with one another leveled to being friends yet even though your heart begged you to let him know your crush on him, you pulled yourself away thinking that you weren’t good enough.

 Even right now when he dropped you off after another one of your “lunch dates”, you waved goodbye to Stephen as you turned around to eye your friend making gooey eyes at you while Judy puckered her lips, making kissing faces.

 “There goes your boyfriend,” your friend snickered.

 You sighed, hitting her on the head.

 “Ow!”

 “He’s not my boyfriend,” you protested, sitting down. “As I’ve told you before…we’re friends.”

 “Yeah, right. How many of these so-called lunch dates have you been on now? Sorry to tell you, (y/n), but I mean with the way Stephen was looking at you now….I don’t think he wants to be your friend for long.”

 “Oh, come on now! Why would he be interested in a shy girl like me? I mean, he’s still helping me with it but…I still can’t help it.”

 “Who knows? Maybe shy girls are his thing. Especially nurses that look all cute and totally distant themselves only to get the guy all riled up to…”

 You hit your friend one more time causing Judy to roar into laughter. “Jeez, what if I’m telling the truth?”

 “Well, I say that…”

 The phone rang. Judy picked it up.

  “Yes? Ok, she’ll be on her way.” She hung up the phone. “(Y/n), you’re needed on the 7th floor, for the neurological department.”

 “Aww, someone misses his girlfriend already,” your friend teased.

 You sighed and got up from your chair, wondering what was going on. You’ve been to the neurological department a couple times (due to Stephen) but rarely now were you called. You went into the elevator and up onto the floor. After checking in with the reception, you entered your patient’s room.

 The moment you walked in, you glanced in horror at the patient.

 The patient was a little girl. She had her head wrapped in bandages. There were cuts cleaned on her face. A scar zigzagged on her cheek. One of her eyes had a huge purple bruise. She seemed to be asleep yet you feared that you were looking at what you dreaded her to be.

 “She’s asleep, don’t worry,” a masculine voice cooed behind you.

 You turned around to see Stephen, sympathetically gazing at the child.

 “What’s wrong with her?” you asked.

 “Car accident. Got a piece of metal lodged in her head. I took it out,” he said.

 You glimpsed at him, amazed and terrified. “Poor thing…”

 “She’s indeed one of the many I can say…was scared to lose.”

 You patted him on the back. “You did your job though. At least she’s safe now…” You sighed. “…if only I can do mine now...wasn’t there anyone else to take care of her?”

 “One of the nurses for her called out sick. You were what came into my mind right now,” Stephen admitted. “Please, (y/n)…just help her out a bit. Then when your shifts done, they’ll get someone else for her. Why do you seem so scared suddenly?”

 You gulped, uncertain. “I’ll take care of her,” you said, ignoring his question.

 And you did better than you thought. The little girl you were taking care of, Phena, proved to be no problem. She just kept complaining about her head but other than that, she only asked for snacks and something to drink. Yet, you couldn’t help but peek in her room every now and then. You even saw Stephen would come around every so often to check on her as well.

 When your shift was over, you told Phena goodbye, bid her to be in good health and headed over to your car.

 “(Y/n), wait!”

 You turned around to see Stephen racing over to you. “My shifts done as well,” he said. “Do you want to hang out and have some drinks?”

 You nodded. “I think one won’t be bad now,” you said.

 You and him then drove over to a little corner bar where you began to talk about your day and Stephen with his work.

 After some drinks, he then followed you over to your home, making sure you were safe.

 “You sure you didn’t forget them somewhere?” he asked as you searched through your purse for your keys to open the door.

 “Yep, they’re right here,” you said, taking them out. “Thanks for the drinks, Stephen. You didn’t have to…”

 “It’s all right, (y/n). You looked like you could use some. Especially with Phena…why were you scared to do her?”

 “I wasn’t scared. I was perfectly normal.”

 “Yet, you were hesitate to do her…are you ok?”

 You sighed, scratching your arm. “She was the first I had that…I was worried to do. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had patients that had been in more terrible conditions…but she was the first that I feared looked like…well…I guess you can say she reminds me of the patients that I haven’t had yet but the ones that looked so sad…and…I’m afraid to come across a patient that seems to be hanging…and if I can't do anything...”

 You stopped when Stephen touched your arm. He then brought the other and gave you a hug. “All you can do is the best you can,” he said, ruffling his hand through your hair. "I know what you mean...you just do your best though."

 You blushed and dived your head against his chest. “T…t…thank you,” you said. “I just get scared that…I will come across that patient one day…”

 “And if you do, just call me and I’ll be there,” he smiled.

 You smiled back, feeling your blush ignite.

 Stephen grinned. “Hey, I thought I got rid of your shyness,” he snickered.

 Your blush deeply redden.

 Then suddenly, you opened your eyes and you saw that your face was a bit closer to Stephen’s. You gulped and felt sweat drip on your head, quivering.

 Stephen saw this and brushed his lips against yours. Shockingly, you stood frozen, unsure what to do. It wasn’t until he bit on your lip again, urging you to kiss him back. You did so and you found yourself in a small make out session with him.

 You both pulled away, taking in deep breaths of air.

 Stephen licked his lips. “I definitely wanted to try that for a long time,” he winked.

 Your blush rose more and Stephen chuckled.

 “S…s…so,” you played along. “D...do you like me?”

 He nodded. “Let’s just say the minute I saw you, I couldn’t help but not stop looking…Of course, if you don’t…”

 You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “I do…” you purred. “But…I…I…”

 Stephen smiled and gave you a little peck on the nose. “Well, Ms. (y/n) if your shyness doesn’t get cured soon, looks like you might have to see the doctor again soon…”

 You laughed and slapped him on the arm. “Hey! It’s not my fault if I thought you were attractive the moment I heard about you…you make me nervous. I’m afraid to scare you away…”

 You saw Stephen roll his eyes, shaking his head. “Well, then,” he scoffed. “Let’s hope this scares it away.” He gripped onto you and pulled you in for another kiss.

 You stood there with him kissing and gazing at one another's eyes until you saw that it was getting late. You both said goodbye to one another and you went inside your home.

 Your phone rang and you answered a text.

 So when’s our first date?