Doctor Strange Oneshots

Sleepy Realisations

Summary: Realising that you have a crush on the egotistical Dr. Stephen Strange was not something you were expecting to happen during the middle of your shift. So what's the best thing to do: ignore him. And it works...well, it works until Stephen corners you.

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Being an ER nurse was a rewarding career. You got to meet a wide variety of people and help them with their injuries; whether it be a dislocated finger or a heart attack.

However, something that you absolutely hated about the job was the huge overtime shifts when it got busy. Especially the twelve-hour ones.

Twelve-hour overtime shifts in the ER were not ideal but were sadly a common occurrence in your life. And much to your chagrin, those long shifts left you feeling drained and exhausted by extra hour five.

With five hours remaining, you tiredly walked along the hospital halls, trying to remember where the vending machine with the snacks you like was on this floor.

After hazily stumbling through a multitude of halls--some of which you walked down multiple times--you eventually found the one you were looking for; but much to your disdain, the spectacular Dr. Stephen Strange was currently using it.

The two of you only knew each other through his lovely ex-girlfriend Christine; and your interactions became less frequent because of their split. But even so, the Doctor was always, in some sort of way, on your mind.

"L/n." Stephen greeted, knocking you out of your thoughts.

You nodded your head, "Strange."

Tapping your foot on the ground seemed to be the only thing that could keep you awake, something that Strange seemed to notice.

"Are you alright, L/n?"

"'m fine." You managed to mumble. Just as you were about to fall against the vending machine, muscular arms wrapped around your waist.

"You're exhausted. How long have you been working?"

"'bout 18 hours."

You heard him mumble something along the lines of, "Of course you have, my selfless idiot," but, y'know, that could've just been your sleep-deprived mind letting you hear the things you wanted to hear.

After all, you were not Stephen's, and he wasn't yours. And it didn't matter how much you craved to be his-wait...what? You wanted to be Stephen's?

This was not something you could comprehend at this point in time.

Quickly removing yourself from his grip, you stood up, and began walking away.

"L/n, you didn't get your (favourite snack) from the vending machine!" He called.

You didn't even attempt to respond; too afraid of what words would fall from your lips if you spoke. You needed to ignore him, and find a way to drown these new feelings.

Too worked up over your new realisation, it didn't seem to click that he had known what your go-to snack was.

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It was now three hours until you shift finished, and you still couldn't get Stephen out of your mind.

Sure, you had always found him attractive. Was it his pale blue eyes that you always seemed to get lost in; his sculpted face that made him look like a piece of marble lost from Ancient Greece; his grey streaks that seemed to frame his face perfectly?

How had you not realised your feelings before?

You were brought out of your thoughts by a large thud.