#nurse tenderheart

[southernbluebellereader]

MASTERLIST

Who I write for: Call of Duty (Preferably MW2 and MW3); Star Trek (everything up to Enterprise + Strange New Worlds); Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers); Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson); SIX (coming soon)

REQUESTS: Closed | INBOX: Open | TAG LIST: Click Here | (*) = WIP

Last Update: December 29, 2023

{JACK REACHER}

| JACK REACHER (Alan Ritchson) |

General Headcanons

General Headcanons Part 2

X Fem! Southern Waitress

Peach Pie and Cream

{CALL OF DUTY}

| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS/REQUESTS |

Imagine Dancing with Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Imagine Dancing with John Price, Ghost, and Soap

Do They Know How to Take a Bra Off? (COD 141 + Alejandro, Rudy, & König)

Routines (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Routines Part 2 (Taskforce 141 x Southern Hairdresser Reader (PLATONIC))

Tenderheart Bear (141 x People Pleaser F! Field Medic (PLATONIC))

How would the 141 react to you getting your nails done? (COD MW2) (Task Force 141 - Semi-NSFW)

(18) Request: Imagine Ghost & König with an anal vibrator

Request: 141 x Reader w/ Psoriasis & Vitiligo (SFW & Platonic)

Request: Taskforce 141 x Reader with rumors of being a slut

(18+) Request: Kvinlig Demon (141 x F! Reader w/ Womb Tattoo)

| CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE |

Requests

(18+) NSFW Price x Younger S/O & he is wrapped around your finger ;)

(18+) NSFW Daddy Price x Wife (this a little *spicy*)

Family Day (x Wife Reader; y'all and the 141 go to Disney World as a family)

Personal Nurse (x Nurse F! Reader)

Leg Warmers (x Reader w/ misaligned knee caps)

*Price begging - collar - sub!Price

X Female Escort Reader

[PART 1] Don’t Look At Me Like That (FLUFF/LITTLE ANGST)

[PART 2] Excitement in Patience (18+ MATURE)

[PART 3] Cup of Coffee (Kinda of a prequel)

X Female Wife Reader

Gray Hairs (FLUFF)

X Young Reader with Facial Scars

[PART 1] Bruised Apple (Platonic, Angst, Facial Scars, Mention of Violence)

[PART 2] Apple Slices (DITTO [Mention of Violence & Trauma])

[PART 3] Apple Pie (Platonic, going on slightly romantic, Angst, Fluffity Fluff)

X MILF Single Mom

Forbidden (Fluff, Innuendos, Brief mention of violence)

| LIEUTENANT SIMON “GHOST” RILEY |

Requests

Drake (x AFAB Teammate w/ Tattoo; Simon seeing their tattoo for the first time)

Turquesa (x AFAB Latinx Nurse Reader)

Midnight Dining (x AFAB Civilian Reader (leather jacket Ghost))

Emergency Snack Run (x AFAB Gas Station Clerk)

Personal Mechanic (Mechanic Ghost x AFAB Reader)

X Female Southern Cook

[PART 1] Midnight Snack (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 2] Tomato, Tom-ah-to (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 3] Bag of Peas (FLUFF & PLATONIC)

[PART 4] Hash Browns (FLUFF & MOSTLY PLATONIC)

[PART 5] Prickly Pear (FLUFF & DEF NOT PLATONIC ANYMORE)

[PART 6] Peaches and Cream (FLUFF, ANGST, LOVEY DOVEY)

[PART 7] Chicken and Dumplings (VERY ANGST, A LITTLE VIOLENCE)

[PART 8] Hot Links (FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY)

X Female Reader

(18+) Hot For Teacher (Simon's S/O gets a teacher costume for Halloween)

Being Chosen…By A Baby (Single Mom Reader)

| COLONEL ALEJANDRO VARGAS |

X Female Wife Reader

Forehead Kisses (FLUFF)

Alejandro and His Big Ol' Forehead - One, Two, Three, Four

| SERGEANT KEEGAN P. RUSS (COD GHOSTS) |

Fun and Games (x F! reader) (PLATONIC) - His name is said in a funny accent

| SERGEANT KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK |

Requests

A little nosy, aren't we? (x F! Reader gets caught looking at his social media)

(18+) Car Shenanigans (x F! Reader giving head/getting fingered)

Post-Mission Angst (x AFAB Reader)

X Female Signaler/Radiowoman Reader

Guardian Angel (bubbling relationship)

| KÖNIG |

How he likes to show affection by holding you close (xGN Reader)

| COMMANDER PHILLIP GRAVES |

X Pregnant Wife Reader

First Time Husband (first-time pregnancy; little angst, fluff)

| SERGEANT LOGAN WALKER (COD GHOSTS) |

Requests

Headcanons (Both SFW and NSFW)

What would Logan be like as a Father? (fuffity fluff fluff)

Headcanons Part 2 (Both SFW and NSFW)

| SOBIESŁAW "GROMSKO" KOŚCIUSZKO |

General Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Supportive Soft Friend (SFW Fluff)

| KATE LASWELL |

x Wife Reader

My Wife (fluffity fluff fluff)

| ALEX KELLER |

x F! New Yorker Medic Reader

Polar Opposites (Golden Retriever Alex, Black Cat Reader; Fluff)

| SERGEANT JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH |

Requests

*Dilf! Johnny x Babysitter

x F! Reader

Calling Him "Stud"

{STAR TREK}

| IMAGINES/HEADCANONS |

Kirk, Spock, & Bones x Southern Reader (SFW)

Do They Know How to Take Bra Off? (Kirk, Bones, Spock, Scotty, Chekov)

| DOCTOR LEONARD “BONES” MCCOY |

X Female Nurse Practitioner

Medical Couple (FLUFF LOVEY DOVEY; TOS/REBOOT MOVIES)

| FIRST COMMANDER SPOCK |

Requests

Pop of Color (x F! Betazoid Quartermaster/Seamstress; STRANGE NEW WORLDS)

{SLASHERS}

| JASON VOORHEES |

X Female Camp Counselor

Instinct (stalking)

{SIX}

| JOE "BEAR" GRAVES |

Requests

Request: Joe Graves X Younger Wife/GF Headcanons

[002yb]

I don't know if you subscribe to the theory that Damian and Jason met in the league, but if you do, imagine the batfams surprise when Damian decides Dick is not good enough for Jason.

Of the theories I subscribe to, this one is absolutely towards the top of the list. Presently it's something like:

Jason's first crush/love is Dick Grayson

Jason and Damian meet in the League (w/ Jason as caretaker)

All the bats have a Jason complex

The premise of Damian remembering where Jason forgets; of Damian being intensely devoted to Jason because Jason was the first to show Damian kindness; of Damian being possessive and protective in equal measure because Jason is the one good thing in this world that won't be taken from him or wrecked or ruined (because to take Jason would be to take away Damian's humanity fffffffffff) - ahhhhhh I'm so soft for it.

Just Damian having such tenderhearted, reverent feelings for Jason, be it platonic/romantic/etc. And Damian isn't open about it; he keeps all those feelings close to his chest. He holds them so dear that he won't risk them being twisted or taken advantage of and wwwww.

Damian being so keenly attuned to Jason (whether Jason realizes it or not) that Damian recognizes what's going on between dickjay before Dick or Jason

And he respects Dick, truly. He knows Dick is a good person, but that doesn't make him suitable for Jason.

Knowing that Jason would be treated well, that he would be challenged and adored - it's not enough. There's a damning disconnect in morals and ideologies and Damian recognizes that maybe Jason could be happy, but he wouldn't be understood

Not like with him

Something something with Damian expressing this concern to Dick. Just being very pragmatic and mature. He loves both of these people (Jason with his kindness, Dick for challenging him in the way Damian needed, etc); he gives them both due consideration. He doesn't want either of them getting hurt or being at odds because of something as fundamental as their values (like with Bruce and Talia).

Dick recognizing the comparison being drawn along with the nursed puppy crush Damian has for Jason and just...meeting Damian as an equal. Hearing him out. Admitting to where he stands at that moment and promising he won't go into anything half-hearted.

Oh. Something with Damian coming to recognize that maybe Jason isn't the best for Dick, either. Because Jason is too safe. He makes it so that monstrous side of Dick that Dick keeps tamped down comes alive and it's dangerous. But it's also the most free/honest Damian has ever seen Dick and it's terrible and mesmerizing.

But then maybe Jason becomes more tempered, in contrast. Just more steady, more stable. Because Dick moves to Jason's corner and hears him out and works with him. It becomes less of everything being a war and more that Jason starts to pick battles - strategic and all the more damning for it.

Just Damian being proven wrong about his assumptions and recognizing that he didn't know these two people he loves so much as well as he thought. Because it was never that they weren't compatible, it's that they were one soul in two bodies - finally brought together in a way that brought them peace.

[kylejsugarman]

finally got some pony grails after Forever: (L to R) nurse tenderheart, dutch heart, bright eyes, nurse sweetheart. now my only grail is literally just mimic

[demonslayedher]

Thoughts on an AU where Senjuro chooses to become a kakushi? And in relation to that--could whether or not one's sword changes color be the 'test' that some people fail which leads them to the kakushi instead of being a slayer?

I love this idea! I've thought of Senjuro finding purpose as an archivist (especially in trying to restore the family history Shinjuro destroyed and look around for information that will help Tanjiro), and I've seen a few AUs of Senjuro as a nurse, and being a Kakushi would fit both those worlds. Senjuro may be tenderhearted and have lacked aptitude for swordsmanship, but he was no coward, and he worked harder. He wouldn't be scared of the physical labor involved in being a Kakushi, and his inclination to be helping to others and care for their well-being would give him such good motivation.

I'll bet everyone would know who he is by his eyes and his hair might stick out a bit though, ufufufu~

As for the sword test, I don't see this being a standard in the Corp, or people who are very capable of killing demons might fail it. Genya, for stance, or even Sanemi, who strung up plenty of demons and killed them in the sunlight before he ever learned how to grip a sword. Although I think Senjuro got a Nichirin-to before ever going through the Final Selection just because of his family history and the expectation that he would be a demon slayer, my guess is that most young people going off to the Final Selection use old ones from their cultivators, so they'd have been pre-dyed. With all the focus on keeping active Corp swordsmen well-supplied, I find it hard to think there would be test-swords for this purpose.

However, this might be something that some cultivators choose to do, especially if they have their doubts about whether or not to send a pupil to the Final Selection. After all, it's "final" for a reason, and if a cultivator thinks they aren't ready or never will be, this may be something that they resort to. This might especially be the case if they need some way to convince an ambitious pupil of their own inadequacy and turn them on another worthy course to serve the cause without throwing away their own life. It probably wouldn't be a "you failed, now you're a Kakushi" thing, just a tool for guidance. Kakushi have their own grueling training to go through too, I bet!

[goshdangronpa]

Even with a sizable cast of huge personalities, the stories of Danganronpa eventually center around a cluster of major supporting characters alongside the protagonist. Stalwart allies, staunch rivals, the hearts of the team, the pains in the neck. "I DISAGREE: An Ibuki Mioda SDR2 Protag Swap AU" is no different.

These Hands are Meant to Hold: The Major Side Characters

With that said, the characters who fills those slots in this AU are very different from the ones in the real SDR2. That’s on purpose: I prioritized those who don’t stick around for much of the story. As I promised in that first post, this story will see different victims, different killers, and different survivors. More fun that way, right? Here are my ideas:

The Ultimate Imposter: Every DR game needs that one character who basically carries the early class trials. The Ultimate Imposter - or rather, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny - is a big help, using keen observation skills in the investigations and handily shutting down irrelevant tangents (including from Ibuki) during the trials. Ibuki���s creativity helps piece together the evidence they gather, making them a formidable duo for any blackened. Already fast friends in the game, this AU would see the girl trying to solve the mysteries of this authoritative and snobby yet tenderhearted and protective person. Yet she can’t help thinking that there’s an even deeper mystery to “Byakuya Togami” - a secret that, once revealed, will test the fire-forged strength of their relationship.

Hiyoko Saionji: If Imposter is the Kyoko to Ibuki’s Makoto, then Hiyoko is the Byakuya (not to be confused with the Imposter pretending to be Byakuya …). She needs little provocation, if any, to insult and belittle her peers. Even the revelation of once being besties with Ibuki and Mikan won’t convince her to be any kinder - though it vindicates her close connection with Mahiru. As the bodies pile up, though, the Twilight Syndrome Girls come together as they should’ve in SDR2 (seriously, how was there no follow-up to that discovery after Chapter 2?!). Moreover, Hiyoko discovers that she can channel her aggressiveness to more selfless and self-sacrificing ends.

Hajime Hinata: Yep, you gotta make room for good ol’ Jimmy - whether he wants it or not. He’s the odd man out among the gang specifically for not being so odd. WIth arguably the game’s flashiest character stealing his lead role, he serves the thankless duty as her suffering straight man. This just takes the derisiveness he already shows toward his classmates in-game and really brings it out. Once he starts getting to know everyone, though, he does warm up to them. The challenge, then, is whether he can stifle his envy of his peers’ Ultimate talents. And later on, even his status as “the only normal person in the group” will be shaken to its core.

Mikan Tsumiki: After foaming at the mouth and passing out at the beach, Ibuki awakens to see the Ultimate Nurse treating her, making Mikan the first person Ibuki meets one-on-one. The timid girl and the loudmouth rock star make a strange pair, but they stick together as this strange situation unfolds. When a murder most foul takes place, Mikan’s medical expertise comes in clutch. Even as other loud voices try to drown her out, Ibuki’s perfect hearing can pick up her whimpers and make her words heard. There’s more I want to say about this … but I’m saving all that for a separate post. Same for tsumioda.

In fact, same for all these people. Same for Nagito Komaeda as well - I haven’t forgotten him, don’t worry. Maybe the same for a few others, though I may save the breakdowns of everyone else’s roles for other posts about individual murders, investigations, and trials. Suffice to say that in my current conception, the above four are the most important people in the Protagonist Ibuki story - and I take that straight from the original SDR2. The real question, to which even I’m not sure of the answer, is, “But are they the survivors?”

PREV: Ibuki in the Trials

NEXT: Starting the Game with Despair Disease

[navree]

What about the Baratheons in the book?

Renly - Renly's fine, he's just not someone that compels me in any way and he does kinda tend to come off as more of a wannabe-Jaime to me than anyone who's interesting in his own right. Plus he's a dick and it takes a lot for me to get fond of characters who are deliberate assholes, and that generally involves them being self aware and having a purpose to it than Renly, who's just a bored pretty boy with too much time on his hands. Best way I can describe Renly is he's the Brucie Wayne personal of Bruce Wayne without any of the hidden depths or complexities, and also if he lived in medieval times. There's elements of Renly I can get behind, like Stannis says, the boy he once was seems to have been very sweet and bright and that does sometimes make me Sad, not to mention his relationship with his brothers holds a wealth of drama that makes him interesting enough.

Robert - I hate Robert. Like, I really, really hate Robert Baratheon, with the burning passion of the sun. I find him to be such an unimaginable asshole and I'm glad his death was slow and long suffering. I think it's entirely valid of Lyanna to not want to marry him for being a philanderer and an ass of a person (even though I don't approve of the 24 year old grown married man with two kids swooping in and taking advantage of that and starting a war in the process) and I think it's very very valid of Cersei to want him dead and to not miss him after he raped and abused her for years. Not to mention, perhaps it's just me, but if you keep sending assassins after innocent children (Viserys and Dany were innocent and clearly were in real danger) and condoning the absolute butchery of Elia and her children because they were "dragonspawn", then you deserve to get beaned in the head with a chair forever. Fuck him, he sucks.

Stannis - Stannis 👏 the 👏 mannis 👏👏👏 I love him. He's another top character in ASOIAF for me, I do adore him. For one, he's a character archetype that I love, I love the outwardly emotionless, cold characters with a good mind and a firm belief in themselves who have hidden depths that very few see (and there's not a lot I approve of what the show did with Stannis but the scenes with him and Shireen, minus the last one, were top tier), so I'm incredibly predisposed to liking him on that alone. For two, as a character he's so wonderful. I can't find the post but someone said that Stannis's arc is just "what if an account was mistake as a world saving fire sword wielding hero of ancient prophecy" which is what it is and that's very funny. But Stannis as someone who feels shoved into this role not because he wanted it, because Stannis has never wanted anything of what he's had to deal with, not the dead parents or the issues with his family or having to settle for Dragonstone and certainly not being Robert's legitimate heir, but because he has to, because he has an ironclad sense of justice and wants to do what's right even if it's against his own wishes? That fucks. That fucks really hard. Stannis has a very strong sense of right and wrong, it's why what happens to Renly tears him up so much, not just because of the love he had for his brother but because it goes directly against his moral code, and considering all the grey morality of ASOIAF, that's very fun to watch. There's also this great element of Stannis in that we are never in his head, we only ever see him through the eyes of others, primarily Davos. So we see and hear about his bad qualities, his intransigence and stunning lack of charisma, from peoople who don't care for him and are on opposite sides of him, but we also see him through the eyes of someone who really loves him. Someone who views Stannis as the best there is, in spite of those qualities, and through that we can see Stannis in that light too. We can see the boy who was tenderhearted enough to nurse Proudwing, who clung to his atheism not due to any beliefs but just because of how upset he was when his parents died, the seventeen year old who had to fight against his own morals ("my king or my brother, my blood or my liege" GOD) for the sake of family, who starved himself in the service of his brother's war and was probably giving as much of his food as he could to his little brother, who accepted Davos into his service with a minor punishment and who clearly relied on him and loved him in turn just as much as Davos did. The complexities and the layers to Stannis are amazing, I love him so much. And his claim is the most legitimate one besides, even if he's not gonna get the throne in the end. Also, Stannis and Davos. Just read any of the chapters where they share scenes, they're gay as Hell.

[sycamoresbeforetheflood]

Info

This is a side blog for a WIP I'm working on where I collect any flotsam off tumblr that's relevant- art, academic articles, jokes, etc.

Whats it about?

So far it's about a middle aged veteran recovering from PTSD related amnesia accidentally getting himself possessed by the recently deceased object of his obsession- another middle aged man, now widely known as a villain. Crucially, he has recovered a lot of his memory, but remembers almost nothing about this man, who remembers him a great deal. This sets him off on a journey to remember- and eventually, to make things right.

Setting

Fantasy world inspired by Late Antiquity Coptic Egypt, where a rebellion force managed to get a successful foothold and had taken back most of Egypt with the help of Palmyra- except Alexandria.

Characters (under construction)

Jijoi (bearer of the sidelock; a title of Horus-pa-khere); a enunch raised partially in an Upper Egyptian village's adjoining Therapeutae monastic community and trained medicine. He originally lived in another Therapeutae village, but it was massacred under accusation of rebellion, leaving him the only survivor rescued by a monk that had planned a visit. Also sometimes called, a bit meanly, "Elelkime" (bruise). Somehow managed to get a woman pregnant. Questions about this will invite a slightly annoyed stare and a reminder that as a doctor, he knows life is incredibly strange. Prior to his marriage, known to be a good time for fine looking men. Also known for his bad temper, strength, and ability to nurse a grudge.

Kalashire (giant/soldier); our protagonist. A somewhat unremarkable young man from a Christian family who took up the sword for the sake of his home. Charismatic, though impulsive and possessing a poor understanding not just of other's emotions, but his own as well. In his most recently fought battle, earned the honor of the first one to scale the city wall, nearly at the cost of his life, earning him military honor and the epithet "Wallbreaker".

Pishoi (male prefix + fate); Jijoi’s tenderhearted only son. Not nearly as talented at medicine, and coddled as much as Jijoi and his mother, Maure, could manage.

Maure (unknown meaning, flitched from a Coptic spell papyri); another Therapeutae. Unfortunately dead before the telling of our tale, and needing to be fleshed out more by this humble author.

Pijemmahor (male prefix + finder of treasure); one of Jijoi’s old flames, and still a trusted confidant of him and Maure, having lived closely with them while Pishoi was in the womb. Also needs more fleshing out.

Additional info

All characters are Coptic unless otherwise specified, owing to how in the early days of Coptic identity forming that it was a more religiously diverse community.

The Therapeutae are a real attested group known to have existed in Ptolemaic Egypt; recent analysis has suggested they were a Buddhist group, perhaps one that syncretized with Judaism and other local religions. Unfortunately little information about them exists, and in constructing a hypothetical I am drawing from ancient world Egyptian Judaisms (including communities that aggregated around Jewish temples built in Egypt) and Theravada Buddhism.

Planned is a cultural appendix discussing things I knew prior to writing this and elements of research that are going into writing this to explain certain cultural aspects.

Jijoi and Kalashire are going to fuck nasty. Jijoi has fucked nasty. He will continue to fuck nasty. If/when I actually publish this, do not cry that they fucked nasty.

[nursc-a2]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                        @duefaith​ asked: what do i have to smile about?   ( cam,  stop pretending to be grumpier than you are... )

❛    Nothing.    You are right, there is absolutely nothing to smile about.    You are correct to walk around looking like a bear whose favorite pot of honey just got stolen.      ❜    Christine pipes up, sharing a smile with Landry who leaves teasing the colonel in her capable, and far kinder, hands.

An entire day of this, when they all knew that his natural state was something far different, was enough to turn a few heads.    Something about it all, the way it seemed to grow unnaturally, as if he was digging his heels into the entire act, eased the tenderhearted nurse’s instincts, allowing her to dig in.       ❛    That’s going to leave a mark, right here,      ❜     she traces the line of his disgruntled expression on her own face,   ❛    you are going to look like that forever.      ❜

sistersong, pt. 2.

[ponyaday]

2/10/22 - Nurse Tenderheart Cutie Mark: A yellow teddy bear with a white cast hugging a pink heart. Depending on the side, its face will display a smile or a frown when heat is applied.

[southernbluebellereader]

Please, ma'am, could I request a reader who's a people pleaser and a perfectionist. Someone who always tries to stay optimistic for other's sake. Preferably platonic but I don't mind either way.

Do whatever else you want with it. I just think the dynamic with the team and a high-strung happy-go-lucky personality would be interesting.

Tenderheart Bear

A/N: Hi Bestie! I got you, girl! Look at me *holds your face* I got you! This is so cute! I love! Because this is literally me lmao. Also I got the name from the Care Bears lol I'm sorry (No, I'm not lol) but I hope you like it!!! - I hope you're ok with me making the reader a field-medic. I also made her a slight cry baby, mainly because I am a cry baby. I hope you're ok with that lol

Taskforce 141 x F! Field Medic Reader who's Miss Happy and a People Pleaser Perfectionist (like me lol) - PLATONIC

Warnings: Cursing? Members of the 141 being stressed and depressed, per usual.

Master List (tag list at the bottom)

Sometimes the members of the Task Force 141 wondered why their Captain had brought you onto their team. You were just... so nice.

You're always smiling.

You're always in a good mood.

You're always seeing the bright side of things - even on the field.

You were a field medic. Even field medics had some sort of arsenal of weapons, yet for some God damned reason you refused to carry any of them, except for a few utility and military knives - which is all you ever needed really. Johnny dared to ask you why - and beg you - to have something else other than a knife.

"No, because how would I be able to carry more medical supplies?"

Johnny looked at Simon with a dumbfounded expression, then back at you, "No, you at least need a gun, lass!"

"Sergeant, I don't need a gun! I have you guys!" You shrugged as you continued to pack your medical backpack.

"Oh my God, Woman!" Johnny exclaimed, waving his hand in protest as he left the room. "LT, please talk to her."

Simon looked over at you, sighing slightly, "Y/N, he has a point."

"I haven't had an issue before, why would I have an issue now?

"Y/N. What are you going to do if you get cornered? A knife isn't going to protect you against bullets."

"True. But again, I have you guys."

The vein already bulging out of Simon's forehead became more prominent.

---

"Wait, stand still!" You sucked in a breath, pressing your lips together as you bandaged Kyle's arm. The mission was over and you were waiting for a helicopter to come and pick you and the team up.

"Y/N, I'm fine." Kyle told her calmly.

"No, I have to re-wrap it because you keep moving, Serg-" Your eyes began to gloss over. Kyle placed his free hand over one of hers, making her look at him.

"Hey. You're ok. I'm fine, just a little surface wound. The bandaging doesn't have to be perfect, just good enough for us to make it back."

"But it'll get infected if I don't do it right!" You pouted, tears threatening to fall.

Kyle took a deep breath and re-assured her once more: "Y/N. It's ok. I'll be fine. You'll be fine. You did good out there."

---

Captain Price patted each of the pockets of his cargo pants, looking for a pen. You stood beside him, holding a pen out for him. He thanked you for it, and started looking for something to write on.

You pulled out a small note pad from one of the side pockets of your cargo pants and handed it to him. He looked at you for a moment, thanked you again, then started looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"My cigars."

"Oh, you left them in your right jacket pocket with your lighter." You smiled at your Captain who just looked at you, then walked over to his jacket that was hung over a chair and checked the right pocket, finding his cigars and his lighter. Thinking you may be playing a prank on him, he looked at you for a moment, then thanked you.

---

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" Simon sat on a chair beside you while you were being patched up by one of the nurses on the base.

You couldn't meet the Lieutenant's eyes. Your eyes glossed over and tears threatened to fall. "Because I got hurt- I didn't- I couldn't-"

"Y/N. Look at me."

The nurse had left, leaving you and Simon. You took a deep breath and finally looked at him, eyes puffy and rosy cheeks from crying earlier.

On the inside, seeing you hurt, or seeing you cry, or upset - at anything, wrung his heart. He scooted over and looked up at her, speaking softly, "Hey. You did good out there, sport. We all get hurt on missions, you know what - there's a reason we got you on our team. You're our little healer - and we protect our little healer. But you getting hurt this time was not your fault. If you should blame anyone, blame me because I didn't keep an eye on you."

Simon - or anyone else on the team - only spoke softly to you - they all knew that and you knew that. Because they cared. You made sure they were patched up on the field. You made sure they were ok. You were their little healer. It was only natural that they make sure you're ok.

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[idnassandi]

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[goatpaste]

whats the ages of the kits oldest to youngest of your Warriors ocs?

>:3 oo fun

so i know 100% off the top of my head Elatekit is the youngest at the time of Agonypaws apprenticeship, being born a bit after she starts her training and its probably only a month and a half

Only kit to Deputy Surlytusk, a sweet absolute baby baby. Im thinking their warrior name would be Elatespark

Then next, is either Pariswave and Big's five kits or Hummeadows four. They had their kits around the same time so its debated who came first

Their both about 2 months old

i already talked about the Parisbig kits last night

but Hummeadows lil four kits! Their the neices and nephews to the current Loyalclan leader Mutestar.

Hornetkit is the first born of Hum's first litter. He's very big brother time looking out for everyone but tends to be a bit of a snitch especially when its about something effecting his littermates

Sweetkit is a big softy and best friends with Hornetkit. She plays the good cop to his bad cop when their tryna get when their tryna get something they want

Woolkit is a lil ditzy and has a good heart. They love scary ghost stories and love to hang out with the elders.

Dripkit is the baby of the litter and just the sweetest and cutest kit around. i also imagine Drip has wobbly cat syndrome

Warrior cat names iv had written down for them are Hornetwhisp, Sweetwhisper, Woolcloud, and Dripleaf

Next are Bittertounge and Coastdance's kits. Their about 3 to almost 4 months old

Bitterkit was ordinally named Crabkit, but after their parent Bittertounge died when they were still very little Coastdance renamed them Bitter. They look a lot like their late mother and when their older as an apprentice kinda feel a lot of pressure to live up to Bittertounges name who was a beloved warrior in Gloryclan. They just want to be good enough. If I had the attention to write my wc ocs stories, after the Agony, Decker and Evening trio's story was finished i woulda loved to do a one off short story about Bitterkit

Tenderkit would defiantly grow up to be a clan beauty, and i imagine her personality a lot like Marie from Aristocats. she defiantly desires the best for herself and kinda lives in her own world.

Railkit is THE most basic bitch character. Like he lovable nobody with no personality kinda character who just smiles about nothing and wants to be everyone's friend

warrior names ideas iv have down in my notes for them is Bittersnap, Tenderheart and Railfeather

Wavekit and Shadekit, the kits of Melancholyspot and Bogshadow. Their about 4-5 months old

Their basically solo raised by their parent Melancholyspot and some of the other nursing cats.

Wavekit will certainly grow up and look just like Bogshadow but has a very good chance of having Mely's personality. Probably very entitled.

Shadekit is lazy and rather nap that have to work, defiantly also on a path to taking after Melancholyspot

Warrior names i think would be nice for them is Waveswirl and Shadedive

and last but not least! Skyleaks bio kits. Skyleak adopted and raised Eveningpaw while she was pregnant. So technically these two are Eveningpaw's younger siblings

Their 5 months old nearly 6 and would begin their apprentice ship not long after Eveningpaw would start hers

Mintkit is crazy about Eveningpaw, she wants to be just like her and follows her around when she has the free time to do so which often can get her into trouble

Stirkit is a lot more responsible and tries to keep Mintkit grounded. She loves learning new things and is known for being fast enough to outrun rabbits or catch birds midflight by climbing trees faster than any other apprentice

Warrior names for them would be Mintsnow and Stirpool

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Title: Here for you 

Pairing: PJM x reader

Rating: SFW

Genre: fwb au meets hospital au

Word count: 1,475

Summary: after an especially hard day at work, Jimin tries to comfort you, except you don't seem to respond to his usual tactics. 

Warnings: imposter syndrome, a penis wiggle, discussions of medical complications but no death, implied smut

A/N: Hi, all!! There’s a bit of medical lingo. Resident= a physician who practices under the supervision of an attending physician. Attendings= doctors who have completed a residency, and supervise residents. Med surg= medical surgical unit/floor of the hospital where patients are generally, but not limited to, those recovering from some type of surgery. PE/pulmonary embolism= an emergent medical condition where there is a blood clot in the arteries that supply the lungs.

Also, this was written as part of the ghostie drabble marathon with the prompt: Character A gets emotional easily. Character B does not. A catches B crying alone and realizes that they never learned how to comfort B since they were usually the one getting comforted. Please drop a line, anything you want, to let me know what you think!!

You feel like an idiot. 

Head in your hands with your eyes squeezed shut, you inhale slow and deep to calm your stuttering breaths. 

Inhale, pause, exhale. Repeat.

You refuse to break down while at work. Doctors didn’t have that kind of luxury and you can’t sit here forever (even if a small part of you wants to).

Hands braced on the cold, hard concrete of the hospital's dingy stairwell, you're ready to continue with morning rounds when the door suddenly opens.

Fluorescent light floods the dimly lit stairwell.

“Dr. Lee’s lookin for you,” comes Jimin’s concerned voice.

“Fuck,” you whisper at being caught crying like a scared first year intern. You swipe under your eyes, erasing any trace of wetness and avoiding Jimin’s worried gaze. 

“Yeah, I was just- just going down for coffee. I’ll come right back up to med surg” you sputter. You’re nowhere near the cafeteria.

His dark eyes meet yours briefly. Two years of friendship and casual hooking up has him believing he knows you better than most. He knows when you’re lying.

 You make a quick exit, pushing past Jimin, refusing to make eye contact. Heading down towards the cafeteria to keep up pretenses, you decide maybe you do need the extra caffeine. 

Coffee in hand and hearing the death march ringing in your head, you dread meeting with your attending. 

Dr. Lee is a stern, but fair, mentor. She scolds you harshly for your mistake and then gently reminds you that this case will stay with you for the duration of your medical career. She promises you won’t let yourself make the same mistake twice. You hope she’s right.

By the end of the day, you’re feeling wretched. Having worked 80+ hours this week has exhausted you mentally, emotionally, and physically. 

You head to the staff changing rooms not noticing the figure following you. Angrily pulling off your scrub top, you pause at the soft knock at the door.

“It’s me,” comes the quiet of Jimin’s soothing lilt.

In your bra and scrub pants, you crack open the door and peer around him confirming that he’s alone. Opening the door wide enough to slip his lithe body between the cracks, you sigh.  “What do you want, Jimin”

“You had a rough day. I wanted to make you feel better” he rasps, winding his arms around you and pressing his body into yours. 

He easily crowds you against the door, one hand slithering around your waist, the other discreetly locking it.

Mouth slotting against yours, you part your lips wider to allow him to press his tongue to yours. You moan into his kiss, letting him tilt your head, deepening the angle. His hands wander the expanse of your exposed back, down your hips, and landing on the swell of your ass where he palms at the soft flesh.

He kisses you like it’s the last time every time. Ardently and enthusiastically, like he can’t get enough of you. It takes your breath away. 

You give yourself a moment to enjoy his affection, sliding your hands under his scrubs to scratch lightly against the soft skin of his abdominals before pushing him back with a firm hand against his chest. You pretend you don’t feel the rapid thrumming of his heart under your palm. 

“Not tonight, Jimin” you pant. 

You can’t get fully out of your head and into Jimin. Not right now. He lets you withdraw from him with worried eyes. 

The past two years have been hard, but your unforeseen friendship (turned fwb status in the last year) with Jimin has been a nice bonus. He made you laugh, he talked you up to the other nurses and your superiors, he made you cum, (he made your heart race, but you’d never tell him that). You were focused on completing your orthopedic residency and Jimin had hesitantly agreed that there were to be no strings. 

You hastily finish changing, stuffing your scrubs into your bag and making for the door.

Before you can hustle down the hallway and away from the sterile white of the hospital, you’re stopped by a firm, yet gentle, hand around your wrist. With a light tug you’re falling right back into his arms.

“It’s not your fault. You’re a great doctor” he insists, holding you close and pressing his forehead against yours.

Word gets around fast.

You scoff, tearing out of Jimin’s hold. 

Great doctor? A second year resident and you still feel like you’re flying by the seat of your pants. You don’t belong here.

“Shortness of breath, coughing, fatigue, recent surgical procedure, chest pain, lightheadedness when ambulating with physical therapy” you tick each off on your fingers. “Classic signs of a PE, Jimin, and I missed them all” you spit. 

The nurse shrinks back at your harsh words. After two years of friendship- and in Jimin’s opinion, more- he’s never seen you like this. Jimin has always been the emotional one; tenderhearted and in need of comfort after rough days. He’s always turned to you for that. 

“We caught it in time though. He’s gonna be fine” Jimin tries, trying to hold you closer.

Your brow furrows in frustration. He doesn’t get it.

“He could have died!” you burst. A patient could have died because you didn’t catch it when he threw a pulmonary embolism. “Stop trying to pretend you know what I’m thinking!”

At your venomous words, Jimin backs away. “I-I didn’t. I’m sorry. I only wanted to comfort you.” 

Eyes tight and biting his lip, he takes one last look at you before retreating back to his unit. 

You sigh, disappointed in yourself. But you have the next two blessed days off. Hopefully by then, you’ll have grown the nerve to apologize to Jimin for blowing up at him. 

Washing up and throwing your dirty scrubs in the laundry, you curl into your bed, finally allowing yourself to cry.

On day two, your phone pings with a notification. You see that Jimin has sent you a snapchat. 

Intrigued, you tap open the icon and-

Jimin is standing in front of his bathroom mirror- cheeks rosy, hair pushed back to expose his neatly trimmed undercut, ends dripping wet- covered only by a towel hanging from the base of his very erect penis. 

He must’ve just finished showering as you clearly see the beads of water running down his exposed neck and chest in rivers to undoubtedly pool on his bright orange bath mat. 

One hand is holding his phone, the other is waving into the mirror as he repeatedly clenches his pelvic floor muscles to make his rigid cock wiggle in greeting.

“Miss you,” comes his angelic voice.

He continues slowly waving, towel-covered cock bobbing in time with his hand as if purposely synchronized. 

“I hope you’re feeling better today” he says earnestly with a goofy smile.

You cackle at his antics, feeling your mood boost instantaneously. 

Eyes trained on his figure, you try to imprint this short video to the backs of your eyelids. It’s over as quickly as it began, video disappearing. 

Reciprocating, you snap back a shot of your body covered in nothing but his oversized shirt. Then, you open your texts and arrange for Jimin to meet you in an hour at your apartment. 

Waiting for his arrival, you pull out your favorite lube and some condoms in preparation. 

When your doorbell rings, you’re already worked up and ready for him to pound you into your mattress. 

Fixing your lips to his with a soft groan in greeting, you pull him towards your bedroom and pin him down onto the bed. 

You’re both panting when you break away from his plush lips to kiss down the column of his throat.

Jimin purrs beneath you, unable to resist the soft pull of your lips against his sensitive flesh.

“Shit, I wasn’t planning on-” he pulls back from you, eyes glazed with desire. “I just wanted to be here for you and make sure you- that we- were ok.”

You stare down at him. “Jimin. I’m sitting on your half hard cock, trying to apologize, and you’re talking right through it” you chuckle. 

He stops you as you lean in again. He’s serious.

“I mean… I also wanted to tell you," he looks shyly up at you. "You’re the only person I’ve been hooking up with,” he quietly admits. “I don’t want anyone else”

You gulp. Have you been stupidly exclusive this whole time? 

“Same,” you whisper, meeting his excited eyes with your confession. 

“So, then, this- you and me- it’s real?” he asks again with an endearing rouge to his cheeks. 

You look into his hopeful gaze and can’t resist him. 

“Ask me again after you take me out on a real date,” you agree easily as his eyes crinkle with happiness, beaming up at you.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/37879495

Happy TMA Appreciation Week! Here's my Day 1, Pre-canon and Rewrite! @tmaappreciationweek

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Characters: Gerard Keay, Diego Molina, Lesere Saraki

Additional Tags: Minor Spoilers, I call Gerard Gerry, Hurt Gerard Keay, Pre Canon, Episode: e012 First Aid (The Magnus Archives), Burns, Hospitals, The Magnus Archives Season 1, Hurt/Comfort (kind of??)

Gerry’s day had gone from bad to horrifying almost too quickly to track. He’d been looking into the Cult of the Lightless Flame, as he’d had it on good authority they had a Leitner in their possession, a nasty one that would burn you alive if you read it cover to cover. Gerry hadn’t hesitated to take the job, it was just like countless others he’d done over the years as he rebelled against his mother. Luckily the old hag wasn’t going to be able to reappear for at least three more days.

The whole thing went by in a blur. He’d set up a meeting with Diego Molina, dressing up and meeting him at a nicer club around midnight. They’d moved to Saint Mary’s churchyard, which Gerry soon realized was a trick so the bastard could burn him to a crisp and not so they could negotiate a price. Molina had grabbed him and started reading aloud from the book, apparently unaware that it’s primary function would burn him, and that burning Gerry would just be a side effect. Gerry struggled, trying to break the grip around his wrist, then everything was fire and pain and smoke.

Gerry almost gained consciousness a couple times on the ambulance ride, but it hurt and there were people buzzing around and he didn’t know where Molina or the book went and he couldn’t focus long enough to figure it out.

He didn’t come to until much later (2 hours the Eye so helpfully informed him). He took stock of his body: It fucking hurt. Second degree burns covered everything up to his neck, where his pendant had been. It was missing now. Lost or destroyed, who’s to say. His tattoos had survived, though the same could not be said for his coat. Damn, he liked that one.

He wasn’t sure exactly what had woken him until he, very painfully, flopped over and took in his room mate. Molina was starting to chant. And that did not bode well for Gerry or anyone else in the A&E. A nurse came in, obviously hearing Molina as his volume increased. She looked uneasy, and moved to do something truly foolish.

With strength he didn’t really have, he shot out of the hospital bed and grabbed her wrist with a bandaged hand. So much for not helping strays, he thought a little bitterly to himself, though in his heart he knew what he’d said to that woman in Genoa had never really been true. He was too tenderhearted for his line of work.

The nurse screamed, and Gerry immediately dropped her hand like she’d been the one to burn him. He often forgot his own strength, and the painkillers that didn’t seem to be doing their job were making his head spin.

“Sorry,” He grit out through the pain, trying for a sheepish grin but probably ended up with a grimace. “I was only trying to protect you.”

The nurse held her hand to her chest protectively, eyes narrowed. “From what?”

Gerry gestured towards Molina, who was staring at the ceiling and still chanting, though he hadn’t moved. Realizing that wasn’t exactly an answer, he glanced down at his own mummified form. “Touching him would be…a bad idea.” Now that the woman was out of danger, his body screamed at him to lie back down.

He expected questions, just like many of the others he’d tried to help over the years, but she didn’t respond. Smart lady. The silence stretched, until Gerry awkwardly cleared his throat.

“So…did the paramedics bring anything in with us? A small book, bound in red leather? Or a brass pendant?” Gerry had a hunch that the Leitner had fucked off to wreak havoc elsewhere, and as he asked he Knew that his pendant had served it’s purpose (saving his miserable ass) before disintigrating under the full wrath of the Desolation. Pity.

The nurse confirmed that neither item had been brought in. Gerry stewed for a moment, mourning briefly his pendant and his coat, as well as the opportunity to destroy that book. He had to come up with a plan, before Molina killed everyone here. Every nerve ending was on fire, and Gerry could tell he was making the nurse uneasy. To be fair, he felt like shit and probably looked worse. He shoved the pain as far down as he could. He just had to kill Molina, then he could pass out again. He could do that.

With a nod he limped past the nurse and into the corridor. There had to be a supply cupboard fairly close by, one with a scalpel or something else sharp enough to do the job. The book had probably weakened the guy so it shouldn’t be hard to get rid of him.

The lady followed him, asking what he thought he was doing. So much for being smart, Gerry internally snarked, but he could almost smell the Eye’s hooks in this woman, her curiosity outweighing her fear, at least for now. She was going to be fully Marked by at least one of the entities by the end of this encounter.

Gerry ignored her, punching the 4 digit code in without thinking as Beholding fed him the numbers. He scanned the shelves, finding a sterile scalpel wrapped in paper in plastic without too much difficulty.

In the doorway stood the nurse, blocking his exit. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to do something to her, especially when she wasn’t even involved. He took a few shaky steps forward, the pain sending jolts through his system, and was in front of her in a second. The room was small, and he could see her mind whirring behind her eyes as she tried to decide if Molina was worth it. The dry heat was all encompassing, setting the fluids in the bottles that lined the shelves to boil. He didn’t have much time before the whole building caught fire.

She stepped aside. Gerry nodded, letting out a small breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Yes. For you, better Beholding than the Lightless Flame.” Man he must be on more painkillers than he thought, if he was talking openly with her about her choices. At least she chose the Eye, it was probably the safer of the two options. Maybe he was a little biased.

Gerry limped back into the room, where Molina was almost shouting. “Shut up you waxy bastard,” he muttered, and plunger the blade into the center of his throat. A sizzling sound filled the room, accompanied by the smell of his rotten flesh barbecuing. His neck blackened and cracked, the bandages curling and disintegrating. He went up quickly, though the flames were not visible. It took maybe 20 seconds before Gerry was standing over a pile of ash where Diego Molina had been.

Almost done, Gerry thought as he grabbed the empty bedpan from under Molina’s bed. He gently swept the ashes into it and passed it to the nurse to get rid of. She did, and when she was gone Gerry dropped his facade of wellbeing. Tears welled at the corner of his green eyes, the only thing stopping him from just collapsing into his hospital bed was the Knowledge of how bad it would hurt if he did so. So he carefully tucked himself back under the sheet, and let the darkness that had been dancing at the corners of his vision for a while pull him under.

Gerry spent four more days in the hospital, doped up on painkillers and barely aware of who was around him. When his mother came to pick him up, he mourned the loss of his freedom until the next time she faded out of existence. She was in a terrible mood, and at first Gerry thought it might be because he didn’t get the book and give it to her, or that he was hunting Leitners behind her back again. But then he remembered how pissy she got whenever he got hurt on his “excursions”, especially when an avatar was the one who messed him up. For all the hurt she’d caused him and still caused him, she always was weird about other people hurting him. Maybe it was the barest hint of a motherly instinct. Gerry doubted it.