i’m a sucker for dr strange so can you please write something about him dropping his defences when he’s with the reader but got caught by wong and he gets embarrassed 😳
A/N: SO. THIS IS SHORT SHORT. This was meant to be longer and I never finished it soooo… I also feel bad holding onto it for so long, so here is a short lil sum sum for you! This concept is SUCH a CUTE idea and I hope I did you at least a little bit of justice!
I based this on a photo I cannot find at the moment where someone edited reading glasses on Stephen.
Enjoy.
WARNINGS: CHEESY (might cringe)
"Stephen!" Her voice caused a shiver to run down his spine. It was the first time he hadn't corrected the person with his earned titled, far too enamored with the smile on her face at seeing him, "I'm glad I caught you."
He was too.
"I'm busy right now, can this wait?" He shook off his stupor quickly, remembering the task he had at hand. One that he would drop just for her if it weren't for his self control.
"It'll be just a second," She rummaged through her bag quicker than she once had, "I saw these while I was out and thought it would help..."
He wasn't sure what to make of what she had just handed until he placed them on the bridge of his nose. Her face was full of worry as he looked through magnified glass of the cheap item. She felt silly now, regretting her decision.
"I'm sorry," She shook her head with a sheepish smile, "I shouldn't have gotten you these, it was a dumb idea."
It was only because she saw him struggling in the library. America was giving her a tour of what she considered the most boring parts of the Sanctum, with the place they could find Stephen at the top of the list. Although he had grey flecks in his hair, Stephen felt like he was in his prime. In hindsight, the gift could be viewed as offensive, but all she wanted to do was help.
"No, I've been meaning to get a pair," It was the first she'd seen a genuine smile appear on his face, let alone directed towards her.
She had always put him first. He was always the forefront of her mind especially when it came to the small things. He tried to keep her at an arms distance, but he failed remarkably. It was hard when she seemed to be the only one capable of letting him drop his defenses even if it was only for a moment.
"Are those reading glasses?" Wong asked, stepping into the room, his laugh echoing throughout, "Your age is showing, Strange."
"And how old are you Wong?" Stephen retaliated poorly, flustered that the Sorcer Supreme had interrupted the small moment.
summary: What about seducing your workaholic boyfriend Stephen to a snack, a cuddle and massage session and neck kisses, cause he NEEDS a break and some love?
word count: 3.3k
warnings: workaholic behavior, stress, exhaustion, fluff, curse words, mentions of smut at the very end
author’s note: This is another request I’m really looking forward to write! Have fun :3
Sighing deeply, YN pushed open the door to leave the scrub-in room of OR 3 while pulling the cotton cap off her head. A long yawn escaped her opened mouth which she hid behind the unlocked tablet, and strolled over to the nurse's desk right opposite the OR schedule and heavily leaned against the wood. The tablet found its spot in front of her so she could quickly finish up the surgical report to be added to her patient's file, so she could finally have her breakfast break at a decent time for the first time in months. She loved her job, really, she did, but sometimes she hated it with her entire being. Not the part where she could help people with her vast knowledge and skills, but the part where her pager constantly woke her up in the middle of the goddamn night, even though she wasn't even on-call. But being the head of a department brought its consequences which rarely were gradually positive.
"Doctor LN!"
Groaning, the called surgeon propped her elbows on top of the nurse's desk and started to massage her temples with the tips of both pointer and middle finger.
"Stop shouting as if a helicopter is right next to you in the middle of departure," she scolded one of the interns - ducklings, as most of the attendings called them - but took the brought coffee nonetheless. "Sorry, Doctor LN." He seemed crushed, and YN sighed a second time within the last few minutes. "Whatever. What's on it today?" Even though she stepped into this hospital five hours ago, she hadn't started with her usual duties in the slightest. The next long day ahead of her was something she loved but envied at the same time, and this feeling of utter conflict in her mind wasn't very pleasant. "The ER paged you for a council, Doctor Macy-..." YN took a sip of her coffee before snapping her fingers and pointing one in his direction as a thought occurred. "PEDs, right?" The intern nodded. "Yup! She wants a second opinion on her CF patient and specifically requested you." It didn't surprise her because, during her med studies, YN had published a paper about cystic fibrosis - as one of the youngest in her field of studies. Her future research had recently gotten the approval of the FDA, and as soon as the funds were here, she could finally start to find a (long-lasting) cure.
While her intern for today rambled over more points on their agenda - she already had forgotten his name, but that was the case with every newer face in her life - her gaze shifted back to the OR schedule, which had just got updated for the next upcoming surgeries. And something on it didn't quite fit with her.
"Are you fucking kidding me."
It wasn't a particular question, just a shoutout, an expression of her thoughts and feelings at this exact moment.
Her eyes moved over the whiteboard again, looking for the one name in question, and the displeased expression on YN's face deepened even more, if that was still possible. She put the barely half-drunken coffee cup next to her tablet, the report still not written. "Go ahead and tell them I will be in the pit in a couple of minutes for that council," was all she said before the cardiothoracic surgeon grabbed the bunched-up cap from the desk and crossed the hallway with a purpose and mission in mind.
"Is everything alright, or do we have to prepare ourselves for the biggest earthquake this century has seen so far?" Doctor James Chamberlain asked the confused intern while Doctor Nicodemus West cackled behind his tablet. "Someone is in trouble," he almost sang, and James laughed snortingly, sitting with half of his bottom on the nurse desk's edge. "He can count himself a lucky man if he leaves this OR standing straight." Now, both doctors cackled in utter amusement, but the intern was more confused than ever before because he definitely never expected that his favorite attending dated someone as cruel as Strange.
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The soft tunes of Feelin' Happy by Lee Oskar echoed through OR 1, in which Stephen had just wrapped up an eight-hour surgery with the energy of a man who could've slept the entire night but was actually awake for longer than he thought.
"Edges are looking perfect - what a surprise - and the tumor is officially gone. The counter is rising up to... what? Thirteen successful tumor removals after four different councils by four different doctors?" Jack - the nurse present at most of his surgeries - scoffed softly. "It's tumor fourteen now, sir." Stephen let his head fall back and raised both hands, still holding his instruments. "Feelin' good!" He exclaimed before another voice entered the conversation: "I don't believe so, Doctor Strange."
The neurosurgeon moved his gaze from the ceiling to the arriving woman who had just put on the face mask, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He knew he had done something to offend or displease her - and his entire surgical team knew it as well. Jack turned down the music's volume and cleared his throat awkwardly, disrupting the dense silence suddenly covering the OR. The only sounds were the beeping heart monitor and the oxygenator.
"Doctor LN."
Everyone greeted her with the utmost respect - some even with a hint of fear - even though she was younger than most of the attendings and heads of departments throughout the hospital. But she had earned every title, nomination, and prize she had gained or won so far because everyone knew what a hardworking and intelligent woman she was.
"How can I help you at this fine early morning, Doctor LN?" Stephen's almost mocking question was first answered by a scoff. "It's almost noon if you haven't noticed, but of course, you didn't because you've been in here since last night when I left." The displeasure was now very vivid to hear for every single soul inside the room. Stephen looked up from the pulsing brain in front of him and the lamp attached to his head blinded her for a second there. "Well, an emergency came in," he defended himself though the shock pulsed through his entire body. He hadn’t noticed how the time had moved past him and his intention to leave not later than two hours after her, so he could get at least one round of cuddles before she would be dead to the world in his arms.
You fucked up good, idiot.
Yeah, he noticed that now.
YN wasn't impressed in the slightest. "An emergency aneurysm clipping doesn't take five hours. I'm not stupid, Stephen, so don't treat me as if I am. This tumor removal you just did there got scheduled last night - on a whim, might I add." She probably sounded crazy, but she worried for him more than it was probably good for her sanity because the Strange was a lost cause in this aspect of life. The doctor shrugged under the light blue operation gown.
"I saved his life."
"You risked it too in that egoistic move after you decided it would be wise to try your hands on it after a twelve hours shift without any sleep or a proper lunch or dinner. You are way out of line, Stephen, and I am obviously the only one who dares to mention it and kick your ass out of this freaking OR." She spiraled into this feeling, she knew it, but YN couldn't help it. Not when it came to Stephen's health and wellbeing. It was her duty as a girlfriend to care about these things, especially if he didn't do it himself—one of them had to. "So, move your ass out now, or I will drag it out myself. Your choice." She cocked both eyebrows in mock anticipation, preparing herself for the latter because she knew him, but Stephen slowly put down the delicate surgical instruments back on the surgical tray and stepped back from the patient. "You can close up, Hawthorne, but don't let your stitches get sloppy," he told his favorite resident of the week and stepped out of the OR, passing his glaring girlfriend with a mockingly cocked eyebrow as if to say, "See? I am a responsible adult."
Back in the scrub-in room, YN waited until Stephen had discarded the gloves and OR gown and finally turned to her while he ripped off his face mask. His face wasn't furies as she had anticipated. Instead, his signature cocky smirk graced his lips before he pulled her into him, pressing their bodies against one another. Her confusion was soon changed with a playfully annoyed roll of her eyes. "You can boss me around in those dark blue scrubs as long and often you want, Doctor LN," he smirked and laughed softly as her flat palm hit the back of his head. "You're an idiot, you know that, don’t you?" Stephen cocked a brow, never going to admit that he, indeed, was sometimes an idiot when it came to the woman in his arms. "And it's not as if you're not seeing me in those like every day of the week for the past six years," she reminded him, and now he shrugged. "I can't change the effect you have on me, but not only in them, of course." Rolling her eyes again, YN tucked at the shirt of his scrubs and looked up to him with a pleading glim in her eyes.
"You work too much," she whispered.
"I do god's work, darling," he whispered back and pecked the tip of her nose with the softest of kisses.
YN hit the back of his head again. "You can't do god's work when you're not rested and on the top of your game. I only ask for a healthy snack, some carbs, something to drink, and a nap. Nothing more, nothing less. I can reschedule your next three surgeries and put them up for the next few days, but today will be a day full of rest and stupid rounds, okay? Please?" Now she loaded her gun and looked up at him with those big pleading eyes he could never resist. "Pretty please? I will be there too. I can provide cuddles if you like." She played dirty now, they both knew it, but Stephen couldn't resist the tempting offer.
He already had been hooked after the promise of her company in one of the on-call rooms.
He bent down to give her a gentle kiss, cupping her face with both hands. "What do I have to do for your famous neck massage?" His request was whispered in a husky tone, and YN started to smile before kissing him again. "You don't have to do anything to get what you want, but I'm not opposed to more kisses," she grinned, and the surgeon pulled her into his side to leave the surgical floor to find one of the less frequented on-call rooms in their hospital.
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Outside, still leaning opposite the surgical schedule, waited West and Chamberlain, and the other neurosurgeon groaned at the sight of the still happy couple leaving the floor together. Chamberlain chuckled and closed his fingers around the given ten-dollar note. "Thank you for your service," he grinned victoriously, and Nic rolled his eyes. He should have known that these two were each other's endgame and nothing could ruin their peace, not even themself.
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Taking one of the tablets with them so YN could finally get that surgical report done as soon as Stephen would be dead to the world, they entered their preferred on-call room. It sat between the PEDs wing and the supply closets, so rarely anybody ventured in here, and the room was all theirs.
The couple took the single bed under the windows, and while she closed the blinds to keep the sun out, the neurosurgeon plopped down onto the new mattress the hospital had bought recently—and groaned. YN chuckled at that sound and situated herself behind his back after kicking off her sneakers, kneeling on the soft mattress, and pressing her legs against his hips.
She may be a bit clingy sometimes, but gladly, Stephen never objected to it. Instead, he reveled in it.
Propping her chin atop his right shoulder in order to see what the man in front of her was doing, YN hummed, interested. “And there I was thinking you’d let work be work for at least an hour. Silly me,” she whispered, breath fanning over the sensitive skin under his ear, and the doctor groaned again, raspier now. “You are an evil one,” he returned, and with a chuckle, she kissed the spot right under his ear. “I know.” But then, she grabbed her pager and paged one of her interns to get some food and some liquid at the cafeteria, so Stephen could finally rest.
“Food is on its way,” YN informed him and intended to start the promised neck massage, but another look over his shoulder showed her something she really didn’t like. The newest brain scans literally screamed for her attention.
“Stephen, no.”
Her hands shot out over his shoulder and tried to grab the tablet out of his, but the doctor held it further away and turned it so that she could see the beautiful scans of an even more beautiful nail in it. “Look at it!” His demand fell on deaf ears. “Give it to me, now.” YN almost got it. “Stephen, no! I mean it!” With one last effort, she leaned over his shoulder and grabbed the device, but the workaholic chuckled. “Stephen, yes,” he returned and acquired it again out of her tight grasp.
Only hell knew how he had done it.
With an exasperated sigh, YN took matters into her own hands and put her fingers back on his neck and upper back muscles, and started to massage. She applied the perfect amount of pressure—it wasn’t their first time she had to practically drag him away from work—and let her thumbs work through the taut splenius capitis muscle, directly followed by the levator scapulae muscle and the trapezius muscle.
With the beginning of the first overworked muscle, Stephen let his eyes fall shut, the tablet long forgotten in his hand, and a deep, rumbling moan escaped his parted lips. A satisfied sigh followed right after as the doctor felt the soft lips of his girlfriend on his skin, peppering loving kisses all over his neck where her hands didn’t work their magic.
“You must be a sorceress,” he groaned at a particular taut spot which soon was smooth as butter, and the tension slowly dispersed out of his tense body. He knew now that he worked too much and started to make plans to work less and spend more time with this godsend of a woman, but they both knew that those thoughts would be short-lived. He loved what he did too much for it—and that was okay because she was there to remind him from time to time to take it easy. “Don’t flatter me too much, love,” she whispered shortly before pressing another set of kisses onto his neck, her thumbs still working effortlessly through the muscles.
His next moan followed a hesitant knock at the door. “Uhm… Doctor LN…?” The voice of her intern asked, and YN had to chuckle but continued her work. “You can come in!” She had to raise her voice because Stephen moaned particularly loud this time but seemingly didn’t notice the arrival of his food. The door opened as hesitantly as his voice had sounded, and a head looked around the door to check if the situation was at least PG13. “Sorry, Doctor Strange, for interrupting,” he mumbled, but the neurosurgeon didn’t even acknowledge his presence. “Here is the pastrami sandwich, the chips, a package of carrots, and the water. The ER has paged me again for the consult, but I told them that you’re preoccupied, so they admitted the CF patient, and you can see her on the PEDs floor as soon as you’re… done.” His eyes shot to the sighing neurosurgeon before clearing his throat awkwardly and putting the food next to the two doctors on the mattress. “I… will handle anything else, Doctor LN, until you’re done here.” And with that, her intern turned on the spot and almost ran to leave this room behind.
Chuckling, YN kissed the spot underneath his ear another time, and Stephen sighed somewhere deep in his chest. “How do I deserve you?” His voice came out as a breathless groan, and the woman would have to lie if she said it didn’t do anything to her—quite the opposite was the case. But now, the man in front of her needed her more than she had to cave to her needs and desires. “That’s my question to ask, love,” the surgeon laughed softly before reaching down to get the sandwich. She reached over his shoulder and let it fall on his lap. “Eat,” was all YN said, and Stephen groaned another time. “Did I ever tell you how irresistible you are when you boss people around and shout orders? It’s bloody enticing. Could watch you all day…” He bit in his sandwich as told and YN continued in massaging his neck and working her hands down to his shoulders and upper arms.
“You always know a way to a woman’s heart.” Stephen hummed while chewing. “Well, I managed to find a way into yours. It’s all I ever wanted, darling, ever since meeting you for the first time.”
You really are a lucky woman, the voice in her head whispered, and she only could agree. Yes, sometimes Stephen was a pain in the ass, but nothing came without flaws, and she loved every single of them. It’s what a good relationship was made out of, she supposed.
“I recall a different reaction to the first sight of my face, but that’s a topic for another day,” she grinned but squealed at his sudden movements to grab and drag her onto his lap, the sandwich now forgotten on the small table next to the bed. “This was my not so thoroughly thought-through attempt at masking my real thoughts about the stunning woman entering the lecture hall and choosing the spot next to me because it was the spot with the best acoustic. But inside my head? My former self constantly screamed for your attention,” the Strange revealed in a hushed whisper, their faces only mere inches apart. His nose brushed against hers before Stephen dove for a hungry kiss; her magical hands had let desire boil up in his body, and he never could keep his hands off her.
Giggling, YN tangled her fingers in his dark hair and softly moaned as Stephen maneuvered her body so she could sit on his lap with spread legs, feeling the ever-growing bulge in his scrubs rubbing against the apex of her thighs. “Is the door locked?” His voice was strained by lust, and the doctor moaned against her soft lips as YN let her hips circle against his. “I don’t care,” she breathlessly whispered and laughed as the man underneath her became impatient—as he always did—and turned them. Now she was lying on the mattress with Stephen on top of her—his hair already deliciously tussled and pupils blown by the appetite for the woman pressed against his body. “Are we risky today?” Stephen teased her as his hands ran under her scrubs and pushed the shirt slowly up to reveal naked, soft skin inch by inch, his lips following his skilled fingers. YN moaned at the tickling but burning feeling of lips against skin but buried her fingers in his hair again to pull him upwards and back to her hungry lips. “Stop talking,” she demanded, almost muffled by his attacking mouth. “Impatient as always.”
Stephen grinned into the kiss. This was most definitely his preferred way to start the day.
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This one took so long (I don’t know why), but now I’m happy with how this turned out. Hope you liked it too! As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3
Stephen Strange dating a very sweet lady headcanon 🤗
Of course, thank you for requesting! This is what came out, it’s a bit angsty, but I hope you still enjoy it with the fluffy happy ending! :D
Stephen Strange:
At first things were quite different
For starters, people couldn’t understand how you ended up together
You were so sweet and friendly and he was so conceited and selfish
And sure, Stephen had endearing moments that you loved
That showed that he actually did love you with his whole heart
You excused everything else since he was so busy
And because he had an important job that you admired
But he was so self-abosrbed that it made things difficult at first
You were so sweet that you just allowed it, knowing he still loved you
He never mistreated you in any extreme ways, but he neglected you
Sometimes he took out his frustration on you and started arguments
For a while, things were always like that, very one-sided
You always put up with him until one day you snapped
You adored him, but refused to put up with anymore
And then the accident happened, and you couldn’t leave him
You stayed by his side, knowing how terrible it was for him
You looked after him and tried your best to comfort him
It was hard, because he was so angry and frustrated
He was quiet, apathetic, very unlike his usual self
But one day he suddenly thanked you, something he hadn’t done before
Before, he used to take things for granted, assume you would be there
He realized you didn’t have to be, that he was lucky to have you in his life
And he apologized for being a jerk and not treating you like you deserved
Furthermore, he promised to work on improving himself from then on
That is when things changed a lot, when he started giving back to you
Proudly telling people he was dating the sweetest person
Never forgetting about all the kind things you always did for him
That is when the relationship changed and you both became happier
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So new fic request…. Another secret dating one so buckle up!!
So strange is secretly dating the reader (they’re keeping it quiet bc she’s a bit younger and she’s like the one everything thinks is so “innocent” .. but she’s not 😈. Like 25 years old or something? Nothing too crazy lol) and the whole team (the OGs, Sam, Wanda, yelena, vision, spidey, strange and OBVIOUSLY the king of karaoke himself: Wong) all go out for a night of fun karaoke and they’re all like picking names out of a hat to see who they get to pick a song for. Then maybe strange gets jealous that the reader was singing a bit too up close and personal with someone and then he picks her name out of the hat and picks a saucy song like Rihanna’s s&m and the team is like “dude you obviously don’t know her but she couldn’t pull that off.” But then she does and sings it all sexy like TO strange (aka giving away their secret relationship)?
hii! i just read you stephen strange imagine and oh my god its so good. can i request a medical doctor strange taking care of sick reader? maybe just a cold but reader doesnt take it seriously and refuse stepehn's help so it develops into pneumonia or smth and finally they let him take care of them. only write this if ur comfortable with it, no pressure! thanks, i love ur writings sm <3
Hiiiiii!!
First of all: Thank you so much for taking your time and reading my stuff. That’s such an honor <3
And for the request: That’s totally up my alley, so yes, definitely! Finally something I can pour all my Grey’s Anatomy knowledge into xD
May I request a Stephen x reader (or whoever you prefer) story
They are secretly dating but when one of the Avengers call him to help after reader faints in the tower/compound he can’t hide his worry.
Everyone finds out they’re together and possible ending in a movie night or Natasha giving him a hard time sister style?
Only if you want to and have time!
I read you’re studying - good luck with that!
Gnihihihihi, that’s totally up my alley. It may take some time because the new term at university starts in two weeks, and I still struggle with my flu, but I will write it!
Thanks for this great request *-* And thank you, lovely! I’m not hyped for the stress, but it is what it is rip
Here’s a new request! How about strangexofc where they are dating and going to meet your family for the first time. But there’s an age gap (lol lots of age gaps in my requests) and you’ve kinda been keeping your relationship a secret. Then you catch strange trying to dye his grey hair and stop him and tell him you love the grey and maybe show him how much you love him … 😈
Also like an epilogue of him meeting the fam and they love him??
Hey lovely! ❤️
Uhm… YES PLEASE?! This one is going straight into my drafts 👀 I didn’t forget about the karaoke request i just kinda got flooded with stuff <3
