#older nurse

[bettyweir]

[thebunnednun]

My Medic! Smoker x Nurse! Reader

Request:

THIS BIG MAN NEEDS SOME LOVE!!! Smoker x Nurse!reader. After a battle, Smoker gets injured and goes to the Marine infirmary and the reader [his crush] takes care of him HJSHSHSH I LOVE HIM!!!!

@sosongstrawberry You ask and you shall receive!

I swear this man smokes at least 15 packs a day.

On with the show!!~

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Smoker trudged into the Marine infirmary, his usual confidence tempered by the pain radiating from a deep gash on his side. The battle had been fierce, but the Marines had emerged victorious. However, victory came with its own set of costs. Smoker, ever the stoic, had refused immediate attention until he was sure his men were safe and accounted for.

The sterile smell of antiseptic filled his senses as he entered, the bright lights causing him to squint slightly. He growled in discomfort, muttering to himself about how much he hated hospitals. But when he saw you, the nurse he had a secret admiration for, his annoyance turned into a mix of awkwardness and hidden delight.

You were busy tending to another patient when you noticed him. Dressed in a crisp, white uniform with a light blue apron and matching cap, you looked both professional and adorably cute. Your eyes widened in concern when you saw the blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his torso.

"Commander Smoker! Why didn’t you come sooner? You should have been treated immediately!" you scolded gently, guiding him to an empty bed.

"I’m fine," he grumbled, though he didn't resist your touch. "Just take care of the others first."

You shook your head, your hands already moving to unwrap the makeshift bandage. "Everyone else is stable. Now, hold still."

Smoker winced as you carefully peeled away the blood-soaked cloth, revealing the deep cut. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, and it made your heart race a little faster. Despite his gruff exterior, you knew he had a kind heart, and the idea of him being in pain bothered you more than you wanted to admit.

"This is pretty deep," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. "You’re lucky it didn’t hit anything vital."

He grunted in response, his eyes fixed on your concentrated expression. "I've been through worse."

You glanced up, catching his gaze for a moment. "Doesn’t mean you should neglect yourself."

There was a brief, almost awkward silence as you cleaned the wound. The tension between you two was palpable, though neither of you dared to address it directly. As you worked, Smoker found himself relaxing under your care, the pain becoming more bearable.

"How do you do it?" he asked suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

"Do what?" you replied, not looking up from your work.

"Stay so calm and composed, even with all this chaos around."

You paused for a moment, considering your answer. "I guess... it’s because I care. I want to help people, make sure they’re okay. It’s why I became a nurse."

Smoker nodded slowly, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You’re good at it. Really good."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. "Thank you, Smoker. That means a lot coming from you."

The rest of the procedure went smoothly, the two of you sharing occasional glances and small smiles. Once the wound was stitched and bandaged, you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

"All done," you said, your voice tinged with relief. "Try to take it easy for a while, okay?"

He nodded, but as he stood to leave, he hesitated. You noticed his ever-present cigars and frowned slightly.

"Smoker, you need to stop smoking, especially while you’re healing. It’s not good for you," you said firmly, yet sweetly.

He looked taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. "I’ll... try."

You smiled warmly, your heart fluttering. "Good. And if you need anything, anything at all, just let me know. I’m here to help."

Smoker nodded again, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in his chest. "Thank you. Really."

As the days passed, Smoker found himself looking forward to his check-ups, not just for the medical attention but for the chance to see you. Your tough yet sweet demeanor was a refreshing change, and he found himself falling for you more with each interaction.

By the end of his stay, Smoker was fully healed, and though he was eager to get back to his duties, he felt a pang of reluctance at leaving you. On the day of his discharge, he walked into the infirmary with a small bouquet of flowers in hand, a rare, almost shy smile on his face.

"These are for you," he said, holding out the flowers. "To thank you for everything."

You took the flowers, blushing slightly. "Thank you, Smoker. They’re beautiful."

He cleared his throat, his usual gruffness returning for a moment. "And, um, I was wondering... would you like to go out sometime? Maybe dinner?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, then softened with affection. "I’d love to."

Smoker’s smile widened, a genuine, heartfelt expression. "Great. I’ll see you tonight, then."

As he walked out of the infirmary, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and hope. Maybe, just maybe, this big, strong man needed more than just medical attention. Maybe he needed someone to care for him, someone like you.

And as for Smoker, he realized that perhaps letting someone in wasn’t as terrifying as he thought, especially if that someone was you.

Bonus!-------------

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the bustling streets of the town. Smoker adjusted his coat nervously as he approached the quaint café where he was meeting you. The place was known for its cozy atmosphere and delicious pastries, making it the perfect spot for a first date.

As he stepped inside, the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods greeted him, along with the soft hum of conversation. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, sitting by the window.

You looked adorable in a light pink dress with delicate lace trim, a small white cardigan draped over your shoulders. Your hair was styled simply but elegantly, and you wore a sweet, nervous smile as you spotted him.

"Hi, Smoker," you greeted, standing up to hug him lightly.

"Hey," he replied, a bit gruffly, though his expression softened as he handed you another bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."

Your eyes sparkled with delight as you took the flowers, inhaling their sweet scent. "Thank you, they're beautiful."

He pulled out a chair for you before sitting down himself. The two of you ordered your drinks, and as you waited, the conversation flowed naturally. Smoker found himself relaxing more with each passing minute, your presence soothing his usual tension.

"So," he began, taking a sip of his coffee. "How’s your day been?"

"Busy, but good," you replied, smiling. "Seeing you has definitely been the highlight, though."

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your heart flutter. "I’m glad to hear that. I was a bit worried you might get tired of seeing me so often."

"Never," you said firmly, your eyes locking with his. "I enjoy our time together."

There was a brief, comfortable silence as you both savored your drinks and the peaceful ambiance of the café. Smoker took a deep breath, feeling a rare sense of calm and happiness. He knew he wanted to make this moment special, to solidify the bond you were forming.

He reached across the table, gently taking your hand in his. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about you," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "And I wanted to ask you something."

You tilted your head slightly, curiosity and anticipation dancing in your eyes. "What is it?"

Smoker’s grip on your hand tightened just a fraction as he mustered his courage. "Would you consider being my personal nurse? If I promise to be your personal soldier, always there to protect you?"

Your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and joy. "You mean… like us being together?"

He nodded, his gaze intense yet tender. "Yeah. I want you by my side, both on and off duty. I want to take care of you just like you’ve taken care of me."

Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you squeezed his hand. "Yes, Smoker. I’d love that."

A rare, genuine smile spread across his face as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "You’ve made me the happiest man alive," he murmured.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and sharing sweet moments, the world outside fading into the background. It was just you and Smoker, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and affection.

As the night came to a close and Smoker walked you back to your quarters, he felt a newfound sense of purpose and contentment. He had found someone who cared for him deeply, someone he wanted to cherish and protect with all his might.

And as for you, you knew you had found a partner who, despite his tough exterior, had a heart of gold. Someone who made you feel safe and loved. Together, you knew you could face anything the world threw at you.

As you stood at your door, Smoker leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, lingering kiss. "Goodnight, my personal nurse," he whispered.

"Goodnight, my personal soldier," you replied, your voice filled with happiness.

With one last smile, Smoker turned and walked away, already looking forward to the many more moments and memories you would share together.

As Smoker was about to turn the corner, he heard your voice calling out to him from behind.

"Smoker, wait!" you called, your voice tinged with excitement.

He paused, turning back to see you standing at the doorway of your quarters, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Would you like a nightcap? Or... better yet, a check-up?~"

He couldn't help but grin at your suggestion, a surge of warmth flooding through him.

"Why not both?~"

With a shared laugh and a knowing glance, you both ran inside together, the promise of a night filled with laughter, love, and a little healing, waiting just beyond the threshold.

The next morning his cadets couldn't help but notice the ease in their captain's attitude.~

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I hope you enjoyed your request my dear! I took a softer approach to his personality.

To be posted on the ao3 account soon.

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Seen you soon my loves!!~ <<33

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

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[bigmammallama5]

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[hemeruni]

Uh. Nurse Philly won that one poll, correct?

Well I decided to try a few things out,., going back to the new eyes and a.. somewhat of a neck piece? Anywho… this design is inspired by the SparkleSwap AU..,., it’s very cool, check it out <3

[giddlygoat]

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[ganondoodle]

so with echoes of wisdom .. i havent watched any of the trailers beyond the very first one and the thumbnails/screenshots and what others have said about it-

but with the world inside the rift being called "Welt des Nichts" aka "world of nothing/void" in german ('still' in english, for some reason) and demises title in french being "avatar of nothing" ... yeah my anxiety is shooting through the roof again

(hopefully you can be a little more forgiving for me being anxious/weird about it bc demise is my blorbo)

i had similar worries with totk, that werent proven true thankfully, but the darn book is making it all worse again with all those weird lore things the game doesnt even so much as hint at AND potential retcons- im in for a really rough time huh, not just stress in real life (more in tags.. its alot) but now about my specific hyperfixation from two things even (AND artblock still..)

weird as it may sound, i dont want demise to get more lore, partly bc i dont believe theyd do anything with him that i would like (given their track record) but much more importantly- the fact that he has this little lore about him is precisely one of the reasons why i fell in love with him, i tend to like characters that are neglected by the narrative, and his story being both so flat and already done meant i can be very creative with what i come up with for him without necessarily contradicting anything in canon (which is ... or was a big point of how i wrote destiny's story and lore, working with canon in a way that reframes it all without straight up ignoring it ... but i suppose i urgently need to let go of that and accept i spend alot of time working things that will go to waste :( ) AND not having to worry that there will be more stuff with him that would massively change not only what im writing but also potentially how i feel about him since the game he was briefly in was the oldest chronologically and ended with his death- i didnt expect them to mess with anything that far back and thought theyd just go forward and leave the timeline behind and wouldnt mess with it again, given how botw seemed to be a sort of 'fresh start' that seemingly regarded the past as the past that needs to rest and that the timeline was finally no longer a discussion if everythings unified through botw and one thing going forward

but i suppose i was very wrong with that .__.

right now the only thing that motivates me still is the left over determination and spite to work on my zelda comic, since i have never gotten this far and really want to get something done for once, but i cant lie that im feeling like i should pause all work on it too to wait and see waht the book and the new game will do .. either to determine if i still have the will to keep working on it after those things are out (my love for tloz has been taking alot of hits lately ..) or if i have to change stuff (mostly bc of my lore problem trying to not ignore it ..)

[wyrdle]

I love the gay psientists. Also, some shenanigans recently with @fivetail's oc Nurse.

[hamable]

Hey I just finished Hilda season 3 and I am forever changed.

I joke that I could write a thesis about some media but I could really truly talk for hours about how fucking good Hilda is.

It’s core strength, which tears at my heart and soul so earnestly, is that it is not just a story about child adventurer, but equally a story about the MOTHER of a child adventurer and it’s just so beautiful. So impactful.

I think Johanna may be one of my favorite characters… ever. I think she is Absolutey Incredible.

Season three was just so amazing, the whole series is. I beg y’all to watch it because it’s so so good and deserves all the love it can get.

[clove-pinks]

Portrait of the Baud family in their country house in Voorburg, 1831-1832, by the Indonesian painter Raden Sarief Bastaman Saleh (Rijksmuseum).

[loveshotzz]

oh you miss older!steve? say less, babe

older!nurse!steve, who’s seeing you for the third time in the ER this week, is getting suspicious.

“i’m telling you, i felt a lump!”

steve remains in the doorway hands on his hips, your patient file scrunching in his grip.

“i just gave you a full breast exam two days ago … and two days before that,” he scowls.

“yeah, but you must have missed something,” you tell him while you eagerly pull your shirt over your head before he’s even asked you to. you opted to show up without your bra today. your tits bounce free and steve quickly glances away, suddenly needing to note something in your file. “check again, please?” you bat your eyelashes and steve knows, for sure now, this is a set up.

older!nurse!steve, however, remains professional. he sighs, dropping your file onto the counter and absentmindedly goes to grab a paid of gloves from the box on the wall — the box is gone. he furrows his brows and mutters to himself. when he turns around you steal a glance to your purse to make sure he can’t see them all tucked away.

“it-its okay! you can just wash your hands? this’ll be quick.” (it won’t) and for whatever reason, steve listens. washing his hands quickly before stalking over to you where he’d normally settle on the side of your legs. but you’ve spread your legs so far apart there isn’t any exam bed left that isn’t between your knees. and exhausted with your persistence, he makes his second mistake and settles between your legs.

his knuckles tuck under your chin, baring your neck back so he can examine your full chest. his hand finally comes to your breasts and it’s like ice, pebbling your nipples immediately beneath his touch, you sigh, eyes fluttering shut and arching into him.

minutes pass while steve massages examines your chest and breasts, you don’t realize your starting to let out small gasps and when his thumb drags over your tight nipple you moan softly. steve is just about to pass a comment, step away, but your hand shoots out to cup his cock, eyes slamming open when you notice he’s already hard and huge in your hand through his lil light blue scrubs. it’s his turn to gasp, his hand squeezing your tit less professionally as his head hangs to watch your manicured hand palm him.

“i knew you wanted me to come back,” you grin.

me when I opened this up on my way to work:

immediately after reading:

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

I know I can't be the only one who headcanons these two as siblings.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

When Robin said he had thirty kids and Fanny said "sounds awful" after Julian called him a busy bunny, she wasn't talking about the sex, she was talking about the kids.

[bunnihearted]

🐰🩹❤️‍🩹

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hima its 1st of december hima its christmas hima obligatory festive clothes do you hear me hima do you hear me santa hima

23 days later

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Unused Memes for Part 25 of FF