#they didn’t listen to my heart with a stethoscope or check my blood for a chemical imbalance (electrolytes—which I tried to drink Gatorade!

[halfd3af]

can Dr. House please be real and diagnose me, I’ll let him call me slurs if it means he figures out what’s wrong with me

[sutorus]

HEART SHAKER

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

WC: ~1k

WARNINGS: established relationship, suggestive language, flirting, attempts at humor. fluff, somehow.

A/N: super freaking unedited i just had to get this out bc i can’t believe it’s not smut LOL

“god, you’re squeezing me so hard, sweetheart.”

you look up through your eyelashes at your boyfriend, brows set low in a warning. he only smirks. 

you pump harder. 

“oh fuck, it’s so tight right now.”

you huff in annoyance, slapping both hands down on your legs. 

“can you stop? i lost count!”

satoru laughs at you, throwing his head back. 

you cringe at how loud his movements sound in your ears, the stethoscope you were using still pressed to his skin. 

you release the pressure on the cuff around his arm, sighing deeply. 

“once again, i’m going to ask you,” you enunciate the words slowly, your eyes aiming at his, right behind that blindfold. “why don’t you have shoko do this?”

you’re sure if it were her measuring his blood pressure she could get actual accurate results. 

satoru tilts his head, smiling sweetly. 

“and why would i do that?” he singsongs. “you’re the prettiest little doctor around.”

“resident,” you correct him. 

you wish so badly that he was due for a vaccine or something, just so you would have an excuse to stab him. 

of course, you weren't complaining. you’re incredibly lucky that shoko took you under her wing once you got a job at the school. you weren’t able to master reverse cursed technique at her level quite yet, but you were just as good of a regular doctor as she was. 

it didn’t matter how good you were though, because you weren’t a pediatrician or a saint, and it takes one of either to deal with gojo satoru as a patient. 

“why do we even bother with check ups?” he asks, leaning back on the exam table. “i am literally healing my body twenty-four-seven.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing the light test hammer. 

“what kind of question is that? sit up straight,” you shuffle on your chair, getting in between his too-spread legs. whore. 

satoru shrugs, kicking his dangling feet. “a valid one.”

you bring the hammer down hard on his knee to check his reflexes. naturally, it stops just shy of his leg. 

you don’t even have to look. you know he’s smirking again. 

“turn infinity off.”

“‘turn infinity off’? you’re so cute,” he replies. you try to hit him with the hammer again to no avail. “i need to teach you some combat skills, girl.”

“and i need to examine you,” you get up off your seat, facing him. satoru leans in with a grin. “behave.”

he won’t. 

“wanna play doctor?” 

you ignore his voice and the obvious glee in it, a retort dying on your tongue because you do actually have to carry out a check up, to the best of your abilities. 

grabbing your clipboard, you skim through his most recent health assessment records.

he complained about a migraine to shoko. 

it makes your heart seize for just a moment, to think of all the stress satoru puts himself through to have his technique active at all times. 

“how’s your head?” you ask him. 

“you tell me,” his foot grazes the back of your knee, coaxing you closer. “any complaints?”

a dissatisfied sound comes out of your mouth as you press your hands to his chest instinctively, forcing distance between you two. 

“satoru, please.”

“do you worry, baby?” he reaches out to tentatively hold the side of your face. “don’t worry about me.”

“it’s literally my job,” you trail off, head dropping. 

satoru lifts your chin up and presses his lips to yours for a second or two. 

“sorry, sorry,” he says before you can chastise him. “couldn’t help it. you look so cute all worked up.”

at this point you just twist your lips disapprovingly, putting the stethoscope earpieces back on. 

you press it to his chest and listen as he breathes in and out. 

“satoru,” you frown. “are you okay?”

“hmm?”

you look at him knowingly, a smirk of your own blooming on your face. 

“why is your heart beating so fast?”

at that, your awful, awful boyfriend finally has the decency to blush. 

“and you’re breathing so hard, too—“

“it’s hard, alright—“

“—we might have to schedule some follow up exams,” you click your pen to fill out the form, neglecting the way he leans into you. 

“anytime,” he huffs out, breath skirting on your face where you stand between his knees. “do i get a lollipop for being such a good boy?”

“no,” you reply, taking a step forward. “but you can have this.”

you plant a kiss on his lips, letting it linger for longer than it should as he holds your hips tightly.

he hums contentedly when you pull away.

“mm, smart and generous,” satoru noses your jawline. “how did i get so lucky?”

you fight the sudden shyness rising up at his words.

“the same way i got so unlucky,” you smile at his pout. “life’s just not fair.”

he coos.

“you sweettalk all your patients or am i special?”

despite your best efforts not to, you grin at that.

“the most special,” you say, interlocking your fingers. “now get back to work.”

satoru grumbles a complaint but hops off the table nonetheless.

“thanks a bunch for seeing me, doc,” he leans down to hover his face right above yours. you push him away with a fingertip to his forehead.

“no problem. now shoo.”

you walk up to your desk to hopefully do some actual work now that your most special patient is leaving.

“ah, but i was wondering—“

“yes?” you don’t bother looking up from your paperwork.

“if you could give me some anatomy lessons sometime—“

“out!”

he slips out the door before you can turn around to see it.

you take a deep breath.

you love satoru to death, but you’re beginning to understand why shoko picked up smoking as a stress reliever.

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

In Love, in War Pt. 2 | Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary | She (the reader) comes from a wealthy family in Birmingham, England and he (Thomas Shelby) comes from a family of no-good troublemakers in Small Heath. Their worlds finally collide when Thomas lands himself in the triage tent of a nearby hospital camp during the battle of the Somme with a neck wound. Past traumas and heavy-handed words open old wounds, and yet, they always find their way back to Birmingham.

Warnings | Blood, gore, war, death, crying, and out-dated language ("Gypsies").

Before you gotta go- Courtney Barnett 🎵

Evil- Interpol 🎶

Crying lightning- Arctic Monkeys 🎵

Word count: 2073k

Not proofread- my b, folks!

Thomas was moved to the infirmary by nightfall. The tent was cold and poorly insulated so the nurses draped what extra blankets they could find over the patients. Thomas waved them off. 

“I’m fine. Give it to that bastard.” He’d say again and again as the blankets were distributed amongst them. He saw the nurse again during his 5th night in the infirmary. She had the night shift and set her things down at the nurses station. She did her rounds, checking vitals and distributing medication. He felt as though he recognized her from somewhere but with the habit-like uniform he couldn’t be sure. 

She moved on down the line until she reached Thomas, who was sitting up and smoking in bed. 

“I see they’ve discarded the bandages.” She put gentle fingers near the healing wound. 

“You must’ve stitched me up too well.” He exhaled and shifted beneath the top sheet. 

She looked down at his chart, hanging from the end of his bed and froze. Shelby. Thomas was a Shelby. She looked at the chart, her hands shaking slightly from shock. She hadn’t run into anyone from Birmingham before him, and of course, the first man she sees is a Shelby, one of the poor, troublesome families living in squalor in Small Heath.

“Are you from Birmingham, Thomas?” She cleared her throat. 

“Yeh, you?” He took out a new cigarette from the pack. 

“Yes, I am. I recognized your accent. This will be cold, sorry.” She put the stethoscope under his shirt, listening to his heart. She watched her watch and counted the beats per second. 

“Funny, I don’t recognize yours.” He tensed as the cold scope moved across his stomach, listening to his lungs. “Which neighborhood are you from, nurse?”

She removed the stethoscope and wrote down the numbers on his chart for the next nurse to read. She cleared her throat again, “Claremont.” She looked up and saw him chuckle, shaking his head.

“Ah, so you’re one of ‘em rich girls.” He observed pointedly and crossed his ankles beneath the bedsheets. She said nothing. She spread vaseline across the wound with a cotton swab. “I knew I recognized you from somewhere,” he continued, “must’ve seen you down at the tracks.” 

“How did you get in?” She asked a little too ignorantly and Thomas frowned slightly.  

“Poor men with money to spend will always be welcome at the tracks. I learned as much from my old man.” He looked down at the cigarette in his hand.

“I never saw you.” 

“You wouldn't have would you, eh? They put us farther back in the pubs where your-like couldn’t see us.” 

She blushed and slipped a thermometer below his tongue to record his temperature. He spoke around the thermometer, “Why’d you become a nurse? Didn’t your daddy tell you it wasn’t a hobby for the girls of your status?” 

“I wanted to help.” She answered truthfully, forgoing any mention of her fiance. 

“And was it everything you dreamed of?” He trained his cold oceanic eyes on her as she removed the thermometer. 

“No, it's much worse.” She whispered.

“Eh, imagine that. Can’t handle this can you?” He flicked the long butt of ash onto the dirt floor below. 

“I managed your stitches just fine, I think. You’re alive aren’t you?” Her face burned and she evaded his piercing eyes. 

“So I should thank you, should I?” He felt a swell of anger in his chest. “It was your lot that got us into this war in the first place and then you expect us to fight it for you.” 

“I didn’t get anyone involved in this bloody war, Shelby. I involved myself and I’m still here, aren’t I?” She fummed as she left the chart at the foot of his bed. 

“You’ll leave as soon as you get the chance, I bet.” He sucked hard on his cigarette, looking away. 

“Wouldn’t you?” She retorted angrily. 

“I don’t have a choice, love. They sent me here to die. I’ll leave when I’m dead.” 

“Excite yourself again and you may not have long to wait.” She pointed to her own neck and stomped away in her wooden-soled shoes to the nurse’s station. She heard Thomas huff loudly from his bed. She lowered the gaslight at the desk, letting the ward fall darker, and watched dutifully as the men tried to sleep. 

She was moved again to the triage tent and worked during the night shifts, restocking supplies and listening to radio calls requesting medical personnel. It was quiet that night as she ran through the stock of syringes and gauze. She came up short and approached the head nurse on duty. 

“Go to the infirmary and take from their stock then go home. We’ll get you if we need the extra hands,” the head nurse directed. 

She hurried to the infirmary tent, tripping over piles of mud and old grass. It was approaching summer again and the mud had warmed to a more bearable temperature stuck inside her stockings. She pushed aside the tent flap and approached the petite brunette behind the desk. 

“I need seven more syringes and about ten more rolls of gauze. Can you spare that?” 

“Let me check for you.” The nurse smiled and took the medical bag from her hands. She stepped into the connecting tent and disappeared behind the flap. 

She turned to the patients left in the ward and glanced over at the bed for Thomas Shelby, empty. She looked back to see if the nurse had returned before going outside. She spotted him against the side of the tent in the dark, smoking a cigarette by himself. 

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” She said quietly. Thomas turned towards the voice. “You may tear a stitch and die without anyone noticing.” Thomas smirked in the glow of his cigarette.

“Then join me.” 

She said nothing but stepped in closer where she could see him properly in the light of the distant moon. He was pale in the dark with iridescent eyes and soft cheekbones. She stopped beside him and pulled her cardigan closer around her chest instinctively. 

“I’m not going to touch you, yeh know.” Thomas exhaled a stream of smoke and flicked his eyes at her cardigan. 

“I never said you would.” She murmured. 

“Right.” He rolled his eyes under the cover of darkness. 

“I know you’re not like that.”  

“Like what?” He looked over at her. 

“I don’t know.” She looked away and exhaled shakily. 

“People like me? People from Small Heath? ‘Gypsies,’ petty thieves, day laborers and gangsters?” He offered sarcastically. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She dropped her arms defeatedly to her sides, “I just mean…” 

“I get it, princess. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” He laughed breathily. She sighed and rested her head on her shoulder. The night noises were scattered with occasional popping sounds and squealing fireworks.  

“Do you miss it? Birmingham, I mean.” She broke the heavy silence. 

“I miss my family.” He answered and dropped the cigarette into the mud. 

“Do you have a large family?” 

“Yeh, most of them are here with me.” 

“Really?” She raised her head. 

“My brothers, yeh. John and Arthur. There’s also Danny and Johnny Doggs, not brothers by blood but they’re still kin.” He looked down at his chest and hissed from the movement pulling at his stitches. 

“Were your brothers out there with you before you were hurt?” 

“Mhm, they’re all still out there.” He gestured to the distant battleland shrouded in gray clouds and smoke. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. 

“Yeh well it’s our duty in service to the crown, ain’t it?” He laughed stiffly. 

“It's a massive sacrifice.”

“Sacrifice?” He laughed, “What sacrifices have you made, eh? Stop talking as if you understand what it’s like for us. We die out there, in the factories, in our homes and your lives never change.” He spat. 

She forced back the tears stinging in her eyes. 

“Hello? I have the things you requested! Where are you?” The nurse called from inside the tent. She turned back to Thomas, angry tears flooding her eyes. 

“What sacrifices have I known? What have I given in my duty to the crown and to this country? You have no right to speak to me like that, Thomas Shelby. You have no idea what I’ve lost in this war. Just because I don’t wear a black band or carry a pistol does not make me any less of a tool in this national scheme.” She cried beneath her breath and threw open the flap to the tent, leaving him struck dumb in the humid dark. 

“Thank you.” She smiled weakly at the nurse and took the bag. 

“Is everything alright?” The nurse asked in a low voice. 

“Oh yes, I just need a good rest is all. Homesick.” She lied and nodded goodnight. 

She deposited the supplies back at the triage tent and went straight to her tent, shared with five other nurses. She was alone in the tent and allowed herself to cry, cradling the abandoned black band that stood for Francis’s death. Her tears merged into angry sobs that she couldn’t suppress. As her sobs slowed, she stared off into space and ignored the quiet footsteps outside her tent. 

“Nurse?” Thomas whispered loudly through the thick canvas siding. She didn’t hear him until he had entered the tent and moved to crouch beside her cot. When she noticed him, she surprised herself by not reacting. He sat beside her on the cot in his army-issued thermal pajamas and wrapped his arms around her. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered by her head. “I didn’t think… I wasn’t thinking.” He repeated over and over again as she cried quietly in his arms. “I’m so sorry.” 

She shook her head and gave into his embrace, burying her face into the joint of his left shoulder. 

“What was his name?” He asked gently. 

“Francis.” She sobbed. 

���Shhhhh-” He held her closer as she hiccuped. She placed her hands against his chest, warming them with the heat of his body. When she regained composure, she sniffed. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered and pulled away, wiping her eyes. 

“Here.” Thomas offered his handkerchief and she took it. “Don’t apologize.” He ran a hand down her back, his leg propped up on the cot at an angle. 

“Thank you.” She returned the hankie to his hand, blushing with embarrassment. She looked up into his eyes and saw a newfound softness in their hue. His lashes were long and dark like his skunk-like hair. He looked back, glancing down at her lips, wet with her own tears. He licked his lips and withdrew his hand from the small of her back, pulling a thread of hair from beneath her cap. She covered his hand with her own and leaned into it, innocently. He leaned in and brushed his nose against hers, asking permission to go further. Her lips brushed his, barely a kiss and came back for more. She kissed him messily, like a virgin, and found comfort in the warm softness of his lips. She sighed and allowed herself to be swept up by the pleasure of his closeness in her sadness. He kissed her back, breathing in deeply. She ran a hand down his chest as he cupped the veil of her habit in his hands. She shook her head suddenly, shaking herself out of it. 

“You shouldn’t be here. Anyone could come in.” She stood quickly and he followed, his head brushing the small tent’s ceiling. 

“Will you be alright?” He asked. She stared back, caught off guard by his question, his interest. She stuttered slightly, catching on the roundness of her answer. 

“Yes, yes. I’ll be alright. We weren’t married yet… just-just engaged.” She looked down at the space separating his ribcage from his stomach, the divot of muscle that shook as he breathed through his shirt. 

“No, no. Will you be alright?” He stressed and she paused. 

“I miss him.” 

“I know.” 

She nodded stiffly and pressed her hand against his chest, pushing herself back away from him subtly. He covered her hand and looked into her eyes. 

“You should go before you get caught.” She whispered and he nodded slowly. He turned away and peered outside, looking both ways. 

“Goodnight, Shelby.” She uttered in a low voice which he returned with a sad smile. 

“Goodnight, nurse.”

...................

End of part 2 :)

[chaosheart1234]

A few years ago , my friend’s son was around 2 years old and as any normal kid he was always playing . He was a boy with a lot of energy.

One day they came to my house and he was jumping and running around while my friend and I were in the kitchen talking about women’s stuff .

Suddenly he came running to his mother scared , sat on her lap and hugged her crying.

She asked him what was wrong . And he said he could feel a “thing” in his chest and he was afraid of it . Obviously he was talking about his own heartbeat.

She told me sometimes when he was running or when his heart would beat faster he started to cry .

I asked if I could feel his heartbeat and she said ok.

I put my hand on his chest and felt his cute little heartbeat so fast , which was normal for a kid at his age. By the way he was crying I thought he was sick or something worse and I got worried , that’s why I wanted to feel it .

So I told him that there was nothing wrong with his heart , he shouldn’t be afraid of it .

Of course he didn’t hear me . His mom said she always told him the same, but he was always too terrified listen to her as well.

I had this idea , to let him listen to his own little heart beating. I ran to my mother’s room ( I was still living with my family at the time ) where she had a stethoscope which she used to check my grandma’s blood pressure .

I brought it and put the earpieces on his ears . Gently , to not scare him even more , I put the diaphragm on his chest and he suddenly stopped crying and was amazed with his own heart sounds .

I explained to him that when he does some activity like running and jumping , his heart would beat faster and it was totally normal to feel it .

His mom was so surprised by his reaction and how fast he stopped cried, she even considered getting him a toy stethoscope.

When I was a kid I was the opposite, I loved the feeling of my own heart beating inside of me . Even if I didn’t know what it actually was .

I was wondering if we are born cardiophile or an event in our lives turned us into this world . Or both ?? 🤔🤔

[bitchykittenconnoisseur]

Ghost X Medic Oc

word count: 1.9K

Summary: It's the annual check-up time for the 141 team.

Warnings: loads of blushing and one-on-one time with Simon

The 141 team were currently in the briefing room, having just finished their meeting. “Sunshine, you wanted to add something.” Price said, putting the attention on her. Evie stood up from her seat.

“Yes, it's annual check-up day. So ill need everyone to come to me throughout the day so I can do mandatory checkups,” she said loud and clear for everyone. “And that includes everyone,” she said and looked at Soap.

“Oh, do we have to?” he said in a whiney voice.

"Yes, it's so I can make sure you are all functioning as you should be. And if you don’t, I will send him after your ass and I'll have him bring you to me conscious or unconscious” she said in a very threatening voice her Birmingham accent as thick as ever while gesturing to Ghost next to her who had a small smile on his face. “Are we clear?” she asked, looking around the room.

“Yes, ma’am,” they all said at the same time.

“Good. If you need me, I'll be in my office,” she said and gathered her things, leaving the boys behind.

“Is she always that scary?” Gaz asked his captain.

“That oh that was her being friendly,” Price said, looking at the men who just got threatened by a woman smaller than all of them. “That was friendly!?” came Soap's voice in surprise

Gaz was the first to visit Evie for a check-up. He was currently seated on the medical bed while she was taking his blood pressure. She took the stethoscope out of her ears and jotted down his blood pressure. “So how did you become a medic?” he asked her, watching as she wrote.

“I didn’t want to at first. I wanted to be a fighter pilot, but I didn't have 20-20 vision and I was too short, so medic was my next best option,” she said and move the stethoscope back to her ears. She then lifted his shirt and placed it on his chest.

“Breath in for me” Gaz did as he was told and breathed in and out. Her hands moved across his chest as she listened to his heart and lungs

“So how did you get with the 141?” came his next question asks he moved the stethoscope to his back.

“Price is an old friend. He recommended me,” she said as she continued doing her job.

Evie pulled away from Gaz and made more notes on her clip board. She came to stand in front of him with a light, “Look at me and follow my pen, please.” She said and placed a pen in front of his eyes.

Gaz did as he was told and followed her pen, and then she swapped eyes having him do the same thing again. “Thank you, please get on the scale for me please,” she said and backed away from the man.

He again did as he was told and got on the scale for her. “So how did you and Ghost become friends? He doesn’t look like the friend-making type to me.” she jotted down his weight and moved to one of her many cupboards in the room getting out vials for blood samples.

“Sit, please. I don’t know, we just did really. I think I annoyed him by forcing him to talk to me. Or it could be because I patched him up after he got injured in the field when we first met,” she said as she put on gloves.

She took his hand and pricked his finger for an iron test, letting that read while she drew some blood for testing.

"Strange the Ghost and the Sunshine became friends. That is odd,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, it has been over a year now, so,” she said and put the vials of blood in a tightly sealed container she would send later for testing.

“Thank you Gaz for being the brave one of the bunch and coming first,” she said and took off her glove and disposed of them.

“Your welcome Doc. Good luck with the rest,” Gaz said to her, giving her a mock salute before leaving. She smiled at him and made for her files, placing them in his file.

Throughout the day, more of the 141 team came to her Graves, Price, Roach, Kegan and Konig. Even Alejandro appeared just cause he could. Alejandro quite liked her most because he could speak to her in Spanish with none of the other men knowing what they were saying.

Evie was still waiting for Soap and was about to leave and find him. He had been avoiding her the whole day. Just as she was about to leave Ghost came dragging him in by the neck of his shirt. “I believe you have been looking for him,” Ghost said in his Manchester accent while dragging soap with him.

“Come on LT let me go I hate the doctors” he complained trying to get out of the strong man's grip but Ghost wouldn't budge.

“Well, I said he will hunt you down and bring you here conscious or unconscious and I can see he was merciful not to bring you here unconscious.” She said with a laugh and show him to the medical table where Ghost placed him down.

“Thanks, love,” she said to him as he went to stand next to the door in case Soap made a run for it.

“Come on Soap, be a good boy and I'll give you a lolly at the end,” she said in a joking matter making Ghost chuckle. That put a smile on her face. She rarely gets to make Ghost laugh

“Fine and you better have raspberry,” he said with a grumpy face. She took her stethoscope and lifted his shirt and placed it over his heart. Ghost watched intently from the door as her hand wandered over Soap's chest and back. He started getting this irking feeling in his chest when she did.

He watched as she wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his arm. “How bad is it Doc?” Soap asked to her. “Am I dying?”

“It's terrible,” she said, playing along with his banter. “Might just have to put you down,” she said as she jotted down on her clipboard. “Scale please,” she said and pointed to the scale in the room.

Ghost watched in fascination as she did her job. After jotting down his weight, she had him sit down again and put on a pair of gloves. She took his hand and pricked his finger for iron testing and drew some blood. “Ow that hurts” Soap complained.

“Oh, stop being such a baby,” she said and placed his vials of blood in a container like the others. “You have an iron deficiency,” she said to him. “You need to take in more red meat,” she said, still writing on her sheet.

“Alright you are good. I'll get the blood test back in a week.” She said and patted him on his knee, telling him he is free to go, handing him a raspberry lolly like she said she would.

“Thanks, doc” Soap said and made his way out of the room. “Alright, your turn,” she said and turned to Ghost. He made his way to her medical table and sat down.

She stood up from where she was sitting to get a new medical sheet. He watched as she wrote his name, his code name, age and height. She places the board down and came to stand next to him. Even sitting down, he still towered over her.

She looked at him and tugged the jumper that he had on. “Can you take this off please?” she asked, getting the blood pressure cuff ready. Simon did as he was told and took off his jumper, leaving him with a tight-fitting t-shirt. She gave a slight blush, watching his very toned arms flexing. She could now see the tattoo on his left arm more clearly.

She wrapped the band around his arm and started taking his blood pressure, his eyes never leaving her as she did. “Your blood pressure is good, very good actually,” she said as she release the pressure on his arm. She kept the stethoscope in her ears as she moved it under his shirt. She could feel his toned chest and it cause her to blush again and that didn’t go unnoticed.

Her hand were cold against his warm skin giving him goosebumps. “Breath in and out for me" she said as her gentle hands moved across his chest. She moved on to his back. “You have a very strong heart,” she said as she removed her hands.

“Have you been getting enough sleep,” she asked as she got out her little flashlight.

“If you call four hours enough,” he said quietly.

“Eyes on my pen please,” she said and shined her light in his eyes, and he focused on her pen. “You should sleep more. Love, we can't have the best soldier collapse due to lack of sleep, now can we?” she said as she made a casual conversation with him.

“What the point,” he said to her, blinking as she removed the light from his eyes, “Sleep is good for mental health and brain function,” she said as she wrote her report.

“Scale please” Simon got on the scale as she came to stand next to him, adjusting the scale dials. “You've gone up a kilo,” she said to him. “Been working out more when I don’t sleep,” he said as he went to sit down again.

“You are overworking yourself, you know,” she said as she took his hand in hers to prick his finger. She drew his blood the same way she did Soap.

She continued with her check-up. “Well, your iron is good. No worries there and it looks like you are in good health. You just need more sleep” she said to him looking up at him. Simon stood up from the medical table.

“At least try to get an extra two hours, okay,” she said to him, not realizing he was standing very close to her, trapping her between him and her desk.

When she turned around, she stood chest to chest with him, causing her to blush a bright shade of red. Her brown eyes met his.

“You look cute when you blush,” he said to her, watching as her cheeks became redder. “Your heart is beating quite fast, love,” he whispered to her.

"It is?” she asked, looking down. This made him smirk at how timid she became. “Quite” he said, now leaning down more so that his face was next to her ears. She now has a hand on his biceps.

“I'll try to get more sleep doc” he whispered to her and stood up straight again. He could see her flustered face now. He made his way to the door, leaving her a flustered mess. As he left, he felt a sense of pride for making her blush like that.

Evie, still taken by surprise with cheeks bright red, placed a hand on her beating heart. “Cocky bastard,” she said to herself and sat down at her desk waiting for her cheeks to return their natural colour before she would leave. Soap would never let it down if he saw her.

@alloftheimaginesblog @averagewriter777 @ahoycaptainautumn @eddiesmutson @eddiemunsonssoulmate @eddicmunson @eddiemunsonswhxre @soapandghost @koningstuff @simonriley1994 @simonrileyswifey @simonrileyhasasluttywaist @soapmactavishs

[witchy-giggles]

Laughter is the Best Medicine, Afterall. (Squealing Santa 2k22)

A/N: Hello hello @eclipsetickles tis I, you’re no-longer-a-secret squealing santa! I wanted to get this to you towards the end of Christmas day, as a last present for you. I hope you had a festive holiday, and I hope you enjoy your gift. When I saw your prompts and fandoms, I knew what I had to do and I had so much fun writing this.

Special thanks to @hypahticklish again for hosting this year, it was so much fun!!

Fandom: Fruits Basket 

Pairing: Lee!Shigure, Ler!Hatori (platonic)

Prompt(s): "Accidental Tickles"  " 'Why do I never hear you laugh?' "  "Person 1 pesters person 2 until they've had it"

Summary: Shigure avoids his checkups and Hatori has had it. So he decides to show up unannounced before Shigure has a chance to run away this time. But Shigure isn’t going to make Hatori’s job easy for him, and Hatori says that just won’t do.

Word Count: 1,509

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like then don’t read. Also mild warning for mild swearing.

Also found on Ao3 ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/43722927 )

~~~

Having your family doctor be someone who was, in fact, a part of your family came with a lot of perks in Shigure’s eyes. Being seen for any illness or injury at any time, getting expert medical advise with nothing more than a simple phone call, and of course never having to pay for anything. But unfortunately for the writer, having your cousin and one of your best friends as your personal doctor also came with some drawbacks. Such as now, when he was trying to relax but Hatori had shown up unannounced, claiming that Shigure was overdue for a checkup so the doctor had shown up now so Shigure couldn’t run away and avoid it. Shigure had pointed out it was quite rude of Hatori to just assume the grey-haired male was purposefully avoiding the blackette… it was true, but still quite rude.

So that’s how they got here, Hatori having to resort to sit on Shigure’s lap so that the novelist couldn’t run away while the doctor checked his vitals, mentally preparing for what was yet to come. “Oh Haa-san, no! We mustn't, my heart belongs to another!” Shigure said with his normal over-dramatic flair, back of his hand pressed to his forehead while Hatori took his blood pressure, causing the doctor to sigh deeply. Sometimes, he wondered why he put up with his cousin…

“Shut up, and stop moving. You’re making this difficult.” Hatori chastised, not in the mood to play Shigure’s silly games. The doctor reached for the blood pressure cuff, not able to get a proper reading with his cousin moving around like he was and needing to readjust. He didn’t trust Shigure to not make things even more difficult, and grabbed the other male’s upper arm rather suddenly. Shigure jumped with a soft yelp and the two sat in silence for a few moments before Hatori finally spoke up. “What was that?”

“N-Nothing! You just surprised me is all, Haa-san.” Shigure stuttered out with a small chuckle. Hatori didn’t quite believe it, mostly due to the slight blush he swore he could see creeping on the novelist’s face. But, he didn’t comment on his suspicions, just readjusting the blood pressure cuff so he could get a proper reading.

“Stop moving around and I won’t have to startle you again.” Shigure stayed still for a while this time, letting Hatori jot down the proper information he needed for his records. Afterwards, the equipment was put away and a stethoscope was pulled out instead. Not believing his cousin would behave, Hatori moved Shigure’s dark green kimono out of the way to expose his chest, so that Hatori could more easily listen to his heart. Shigure couldn’t help but react now, raising his sleeve to his his face and looking off to the side to feign embarrassment. 

“So forceful, Haa-san..” Hatori narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t bother dignifying that with a response, simply pressing the cold metal to Shigure’s chest. The younger Sohma stiffened and yelped softly, and now Hatori was certain of the color spreading over his cheeks. 

“You can deal with the cold, since you want to keep bratting off.”

“But Hatori-” 

“I don’t want to hear your excuses.” Hatori cut off his younger, listening intently to his heartbeat instead. Once he had what he needed, he moved the stethoscope to Shigure’s back, catching him by surprise. A small snicker left Shigure this time, but he covered up by coughing immediately after, and then tried to push Hatori away. What in the world was going through Shigure’s.. Oh. Oh. 

A smirk spread over Hatori’s lips as he held Shigure firm. “Come now, I’m just trying to listen to your lungs.” He claimed, wrapping his free arm around Shigure’s back to hold him closer, resting his fingers on the other’s waist. This caused Shigure’s breath to hitch, but whatever protest he had quickly died in his lips as Hatori started to wiggle his fingers a little. The cursed Sohma audibly held back laughter as he wiggled in his older cousin’s grip, causing Hatori to click his tongue. “Still won’t stay still? I suppose it can’t be helped.”

Hatori pulled the medical device away from Shigure, giving him a brief reprieve before Shigure was suddenly pushed onto his back. Hatori was hovering above him now, no longer hiding his smirk from earlier. “If you can’t stay still, I suppose we’ll just have to wait until you can.” He rolled up his sleeves, before  starting to lazily trail his fingers over Shigure’s exposed flesh, causing the younger to squirm and snicker. 

“Hat-tori, don’t.” He whined, trying to push his elder off of him. 

“Don’t? I’m just giving my cousin a check-up.” Hatori never stopped moving his fingers, focusing on what spots got Shigure to squirm the most, and what spots seemed to have very little reaction. Once satisfied with his “examination”, he spoke again. “Shigure, why do I never hear you laugh?”

“I lahaugh all the t-time.” Shigure protested, still vigilantly trying to hold back his laughter for the sake of his pride at this point.

“Not genuinely. Not since we were kids.” Hatori disagreed. “I think I know just how to fix that.” That was all the warning Shigure received before ten fingers were scribbling along his sides, causing the dog of the zodiac to throw his head back and howl with laughter. 

“Hatohohori stohop!” He pleaded, but the dragon held firm.

“If you aren’t staying still for your checkup, then it must be because you have too much energy pent up inside you. This seems to be the best way to tire you out.” 

“I wohon’t move anymohohore I’m sohorry!”

“Awe, you’re sorry now? Is that so? You weren’t all the times I asked you to stay still.” Hatori stopped tickling with one hand and instead grabbed Shigure’s wrist, forcing it above his head so the older could have easier access. He walked his fingers slowly up Shigure’s side before attacking his unprotected armpit, much to the novelist’s dismay as he laughter shot up a few octaves.

“HatoHORIHI NOHOT THERE!”

“Where? Here? Does it tickle too much? Poor thing.” He cooed, mock sympathy dripping from his voice.

Shigure’s free hand tried to cover up his vulnerable side, but any time he started doing so too well, Hatori would simply switch which side he was assaulting to make him lower his guard. He tried to buck the family doctor off, or tried to roll out of his grip, but he was just too weak while he was thrashing around like this, and Hatori held firm. “FUHUHUCK YOU!” 

Hatori paused, looking at Shigure with a raised eyebrow. “What did you just say to me?” Shigure didn’t respond right away, too busy catching his breath. Hatori let this go on for a bit longer, not wanting to accidentally kill his cousin, and when it seemed Shigure was breathing better, he repeated the question with a tone that demanded Shigure respond.

“I… didn’t say anything. You’re mind must just be going with your old age.”

“Say that again.” Hatori demanded once more, speaking slow with a dangerous tone.

“I said you’re an old ma-AHAN! Gah, HatoHOHORI NOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Shigure begged. Hatori had let go of the captive arm, only to drill both thumbs into Shigure’s hip bones. Always a weak spot, one that left the grey-haired male unable to do much more than laugh and squirm.

“Apologize for for interfering with my work.”

“I’M SOHOHORRY!”

“Say you won’t do it again.”

“I-I WOHON’T I SWEHEHEAR!”

“And agree that I won’t have to hunt you down next time you need a checkup.”

“OKAY OKAHAHAY! HATOHORIHIHI PLEHEASE!”

“Good.” The doctor praised, releasing his grip on Shigure’s hips. “Just one last thing to solidify this in your mind.” Shigure’s kimono had come undone slightly in his squirming, and Hatori was still feeling uncharacteristically playful. So, while Shigure laid on the ground catching his breath, the blackette leaned down. Shigure only had enough time to comprehend hearing Hatori take a deep breath, before he felt lips pressed against his flesh, and then he was laughing again as Hatori blew a raspberry on his stomach.

Hatori got off of Shigure after that, leaving him panting on the ground for a few minutes before coming back with a glass of water that was sat next to the still panting male. “Drink that when you’re able, and then gather yourself so I can finish conducting your checkup. I trust you to know what will happen if you try to impede this any further.” Shigure nodded his understanding quickly, not wanting to risk a repeat. “And on that note, since you seemed to have in fact grown more ticklish than since we were kids, I promise you that will be my go to reprimand from now on for any missed treatment, and any annoyances during them.” 

Shigure groaned with a pout, but nodded. “You’re such a bully, Haa-san.”

“Yes, yes.” Hatori said dismissively, putting his stethoscope back on. “Now, let’s continue, shall we?”

[youllwantmeback]

1/17/2023

I started off the shift with 4 patients: 

But really, it was 3 patients, because one of my patient was in the middle of a rapid response, which means the ICU nurses are caring for them (they were coughing up blood/blood clots all night). 

My other patients seemed okay: one was a line infection patient, one was a comfort care/hospice patient (not great since I just attended my grandpa’s funeral after him being on hospice with cancer), and one with hypoxic respiratory failure after a COVID infection. 

I usually start my shift with the patient who is awake, but nobody was at this point, so I decided to start with my hospice patient. When I walked into the room, the patient’s breathing was adequate, at 20 breaths per minute, but the patient was not very responsive with me. Usually, when a patient isn’t responsive to verbal communication, the next think is tactile (which is touch). The patient was responsive when I touched her shoulder. At this point, she was not safe to take any oral medications, so I omitted all medications in the morning. The patient was on a PCA pump, which is a manual pain pump. On that first assessment, I was able to determine that the patient was wayyyy too weak to press the pump to administer medication, so I advocated for a basal rate throughout the entire day to keep her comfortable. 

My two other patients did not really have much going on besides waiting for meals, PT/OT, and procedures, so I don’t have a lot to say about them. I responded to their needs as needed throughout the day, whether they had called the nurses station with their button or I had stopped by to check on them.

Aroun 1650, I was standing outside my comfort care patient’s room with her daughter. Her daughter was telling me various stories about either her or her mom’s life, giving me an insight to what life was like for her. I think that may have been the happiest I was that day, listening to the different stories of the family/patient. 

I had a meeting at 1700, so I left the floor and gave my pager to the charge nurse, who was aware of the situation. 

I came back to the unit around 1730, and the first patient I checked on was my comfort care/hospice patient. When looking in the room, it appreared as if the patient was no longer breathing. I was unsure as to how to bring this up to family, so I walked to the patient bedside to feel the radial pulse, which I was unable to feel. The daughter asked if the pulse was weak. At this point, I responded to the daughter, informing her that I had not felt a pulse, but I was going to listen for one. After listening to the patient’s heart, I heard no sounds. 

When I removed the stethoscope, the daughter asked what I heard - I told her that I didn’t hear anything, but I would have another nurse listen. At this point, the daughter said, “Well Meika, what do YOU think?” I told the daughter that I believed her mother had passed, which she began to cry, understandably. 

Moral of the story - losing a patient is NEVER easy; regardlesss of if it was expected or not. Losing someone is never an easy thing to do, as nursing staff, friends, or family, losing someone is not ideal. There is heartbreak. There are tears. You will be consoled. You will be checked on, and you will be asked if you are okay. You will be lost for words. You will feel lost.

The thing is, you will continue on eventually...

But you will always have this person in your mind at all times, doing the best you absolutely can for them and everyone else in your path. 

[acaciasmith8]

BLOSC Acacia's Adventures The First Chapter: Chapter 4

(Flashback)

On the day on Elementary School, Amber Smith (AKA Acacia's Mom) quickly go speed walking in the hallway and saw a random kid got blood on the head in the nurse's office passing by. When she pass by the nurse's office she went to the principal's office.

Principal: oh good your here.

Amber saw Acacia with her hair messed up, crying, and hugging her sketchbook tightly.

Amber: has Acacia done something wrong?

Principal: your daughter has hit one of the students with her lunch box.

Amber: she did what?

She looked at Acacia and she didn't say a word or looked at her mother.

Amber: is there a reason why she did it?

Principal: well we talk to some other kids who's the witness of this mess. And they said that this kid who's been snatching her sketchbook that she's been drawing in the middle of lunch.

Amber looks at Acacia again, and still notice she's hugging her sketchbook very tightly.

Principal: I think it's best if your daughter will be suspended for the week. You and your daughter can go now Mrs Smith, I hope you'll help her for the week.

Amber went to Acacia reached in to Acacia hand and slowly hold on to it. When they walked through the hallway Acacia saw the the injured student 's parents yelling at the nurse and saying horrible things to Acacia. Her eyes wided and Burst into tears when her eyes turn red and fade to hazel.

(Flashback ended)

Star command

Acacia got zoned out and think of memories that she remembered. She blinked a few times and look around, she didn't remember how she got in star command. But she did remember that she was saved by Buzz Lightyear and his Space Ranger team. She looked around and noticed she's rapped around a blanket, sitting down. She saw Buzz Lightyear talking to his Commander, she looked down for a minute thinking, closing her hazel eyes, and open to red eyes! Acacia got up, still had the blanket wrapped around her, and walk towards Buzz and the Commander.

Acacia: Mr Lightyear? I wanted you to thank you for saving me from Zurg, but........ I want you to take me back.........

Buzz got shocked of what she says and look at the Commander silent.

After several minutes Acacia's in the Star Command medical bay sitting on a examining table. She waited for a minute and notice a doctor shows up.

Dr Mercury: hello miss Smith I am Dr Mercury and I'll be your doctor in star command for a while.

Acacia: I didn't ask Mr Lightyear to take me to a doctor! I ask him to take me back to Zurg.

Dr Mercury: I know, Mr Lightyear just told me about it before I came in. He just wanted to make sure your ok first.

Acacia got silent, and confused.

Dr Mercury: now, let start with your systems.

She use the ear temperature to put in Acacia's ear. When it got beeped she checked the number temperature.

Dr Mercury: hmmm, no fever, that's good.

She use the stethoscope to check her heartbeat. When she listens, her heart rate is normal. She puts the stethoscope away and get the blood pressure monitor. She put it on Acacia's arm, and pushed the thing to make it squeeze her arm. When she stops, she removes it.

Dr Mercury: blood pressure, normal, that's good as well. But there is a question, has your eyes always red?

Acacia: what? No! My eyes are hazel, it's always been.

Dr Mercury: hmm, I don't think you look carefully in the mirror.

She pulls her makeup mirror out of her pocket, opened it, and shows it to her. Acacia got surprised!

Acacia: I don't get it? I never had red eyes in my entire life!

Dr Mercury: I believe you, but I'm afraid I should check the X-ray. Now take your suit off and wear this gown.

Acacia listen to her and takes off the uniform. And Dr Mercury notice the claw marks on her arms and the handprint bruise on her wrist! Her eyes wided with horror and took a deep breath.

Dr Mercury: alright! Let's go.

They Went to the X-ray, Acacia lay down, and Dr Mercury uses the controls of the X-ray. When she uses it, the machine moves, and scan her whole body. When they're finished, Dr Mercury told Acacia to get in bed to have some rest, so she did.

Dr Mercury got out the medical bay and found Buzz Lightyear and his team waiting.

Buzz Lightyear: how is she? Is she anything controlling?

Dr Mercury: don't worry! Miss Smith is looks healthy and there is not trackers or control chips inside, but...........

Booster: what? What's wrong with Acacia.

Dr Mercury: I'm afraid that Miss Smith has what we call, Stockholm Syndrome.

Buzz, Booster, and Mira got shocked!

XR: Stockholm Syndrome?

Mira: It means she's falling in love with someone who is her kidnapper.

Booster: but I don't get it? Why would she have that?

Dr Mercury: it just happens whenever someone like her gets kidnapped. It's an unhealthy thing.

Buzz Lightyear: is there a way to get her Stockholm Syndrome out of here?

Dr Mercury: there is! I have an old friend who had Stockholm Syndrome, but she didn't have that until at the age of 15.

Dr Mercury pulls the card out of her pocket, and hand it to Buzz.

Dr Mercury: here's her card. Give it to Miss Smith until we figure out what to do. And there is something else I haven't showed Miss Smith yet. I need Buzz Lightyear and Commander Nebula to the briefing room immediately.

Buzz Lightyear: alright! You three keep and eye on Acacia. Make sure she hasn't done anything, and try cheering her up.

As Buzz and Dr Mercury left, the three rookies went in the bay and say Acacia laying in bed. Acacia notice them here and sat up.

Acacia: Booster?

Booster: I see you remember me.

Acacia: I've seen you come to my job every month.

Booster: I know, I just wanted to be sure. You remember my friends, Mira and XR right?

Acacia: XR maybe, Mira yes. Didn't you accidentally hit through the door when you got distracted by something?

Mira turned red or embarrassment!

Mira: I tried not too.

Booster: Buzz just wanted us to keep an eye on you so you wouldn't do anything bad.

Acacia: why would he think that?

XR: because this Dr Mercury told us you have Stockholm Syndrome.

Mira: XR SHUT UP!!!

Acacia: Stockholm Syndrome?

XR: yeah! Stockholm Syndrome. It means you have fa-

Booster tries to cover XR so he wouldn't say anything!

Booster: I'm sorry. What XR is saying is--

Acacia: oh no. I know what Stockholm Syndrome is, and I shouldn't be surprised..... The way I ask Buzz Lightyear like that, is a type of sign.

Booster: hey, don't worry about it. Buzz will figure out what to do and stop Zurg once and for all.

Briefing Room

Dr Mercury: so this, is a typical human skeleton I had scanned a few months back. And this is her chart, definitely a human skeleton but her bones has something on that looks like red roots rapped around her entire skull and bones. And it looks like it's been growing very slowly, maybe that could be the reason her eyes have been red right now.

The Commander try not to say anything but got himself sweating, shaking and his hands turned to a fist.

Buzz Lightyear: that's bad? Right?

Dr Mercury: well, it doesn't look like this Zurg is responsible for this. It seems to me that she gets that to one of her family that she's probably born with it like they have. Mr Lightyear, have you told someone at her work that she has a parent or a legal guardian?

Buzz Lightyear: yes I do! She has parents name Amber and Eliot Smith. Do you want to call them for questions?

Dr Mercury: yes, but not yet you should find a hiding place for Miss Smith so Zurg might not find her.

Medical Bay

Acacia and Team Lightyear have been hanging out for a while. But then Buzz Lightyear showed up.

Mira: Buzz! What did Dr Mercury say?

Buzz Lightyear: no time for that Mira, we need to Acacia out of here, Star Command is to risky to stay here.

Booster: what do you mean? I thought this'll be safe for her.

Buzz Lightyear: you may think that, but Zurg thinks this'll be the first place he'll look. We need to find a place where he would not expect.

Mira: well I can't take her to Tangea, my father would not like that. 

XR: Rhizome would be fitting for her, but Zurg would know there's no weapons in this planet.

Mira: what about Tradeworld?

Buzz Lightyear: no, there could be backstabbers somewhere.

Buzz and his team kept thinking, and booster thought of an idea.

Booster: I know a place where she can stay for a while!

Acacia looked at booster confused.

Jo-Ad 

Booster uses the Star Command shuttle to bring Acacia with him to his home planet called Jo-Ad. Before they went for a landing Acacia looked at the side window and looked at this land that looks like a farm, a village, and a big field. The Star Command shuttle has finally landed.

Booster: wait here Acacia, I'll be right back.

Booster got out of the shuttle, rush to his old house, and knock on the door. Acacia lean back to the chair waited patiently, until she notice another Jo-Adian is using a tractor on the field. He looks almost like Booster but he's orange, not red. 

When the orange Jo-Adian is busy driving the tractor, he caught his eye on Acacia. But little did he not know, there's a rock in a middle of the field! The tractor got tripped by the big rock and the orange Jo-Adian falls off the tractor! Acacia got shocked and got out of the shuttle and run to him.

Acacia: oh my gosh are you ok?

Orange Jo-Adian: yeah it's my fault, I didn't even see it there.

Acacia: no it's my fault! I got you distracted.

Acacia helps the orange Jo-Adian, and Booster and his parents notice them and ran to them.

Booster: Buster! Are you okay?

Buster: yeah! Don't worry about me. I notice you brought a new friend with you?

Booster: Acacia this is my oldest friend Buster, and these two are my parents. Everyone, this is Acacia Smith.

Mrs Munchapper: well it's nice to meet ya Miss Acacia, Boosty has told us about you. And you look prettier then I imagine.

Acacia: ummm thanks

Mr Munchapper: so, Booster? What was it that you were gonna say?

Booster: oh yeah! Maybe we should talk inside.

While they were inside of Booster's old house. Acacia's sitting on a big couch and eating some Bunzel Dumplings, and Booster, his old friend, and his parents are in a middle of a conversation on the other room.

Mrs Munchapper: oh my! That is awful! No wonder I notice a bruise on her wrist. 

Mr Munchapper: and I can't believe a monster like Zurg would do something terrible to an innocent person like Acacia.

Buster: is that you you bring her here?

Booster: yeah, this is all I can think of. I mean I could take her to Roswell, but I don't think Acacia's ready to know about those guys yet, even Becky.

Mrs Munchapper: oh we understand Boosty. We have the best hiding place for her in this house, and she is welcome to stay at our home.

Buster looks at Acacia, and notice she had a sad look.

Booster: thanks you guys! I better get back to Star Command, I gotta let Buzz know. And I'll call you tomorrow to check on ya to see how's she's doing.

Later that night

Buster left to go to his home. And Mrs Munchapper setting up the big couch as a bed for her.

Mrs Munchapper: it's not much, but I hope you'll be comfortable.

Acacia smiled

Acacia: I will ma'am! And thank you for letting me stay here.

Mrs Munchapper: oh sure, it's not a problem. I will see ya in the morning.

As Mrs Munchapper shut the lights out, and left. Acacia's smiles faded out, and lay down with a sigh. She looked at the ceiling and thinking about the red sky. She hates to think that she misses it.

And she misses him too.......

[queenshelby]

Roleplay Series

Part Two: Check Up

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1945

Warning: Smut, Prostate Milking, Medical Fetish

For the past six years, you had been working as a general practitioner and, whenever you wore your white lab coat and dark framed specs, your husband became wild for you.

Of course, you would never see him as your patient but, when the topic surrounding his annual check up came up, he told you that he had always fantasised about you doing it rather than someone else.

According to him, you had some skills which other doctors couldn’t compete with and arousing him sexually was just one of them.

“Alright, you can have an exam with me Cills. After your actual consultation with your doctor, you can come to see me at my office after hours and I will make all of your filthy dreams come true” you told him on his 46th birthday and just a week later, he indeed arrived at your practice after all of the nurses had gone home.

***

“Please undress so that I can begin with my exam” you said as Cillian came into the consulting room.

“Undress? You mean completely?” he asked shyly.

“Yes, completely!” you said while putting on some rubber gloves for authenticity.

“Okay doctor, if you think that it is necessary…” he stammered while you watched him strip all the way down to his Calvin Klein briefs.

“The briefs as well” you said and, just as he dropped them to the floor, your eyes took him.

Without losing any time, you placed the stethoscope on his chest and listened to his heart and then you took his blood pressure.

It all seemed straight forward until, suddenly, you smiled.

“Spread your legs please. I will need to assess something else as well” you said and, clearly, this was the part he had been waiting for.

“Yes doctor” Cillian said, swallowing harshly before complying with your request.

Once his legs were spread, you drizzled some lube on your finger and rubbed it around on his package, making sure to coat every part of the underside of his balls with the lube for an easy examination.

Cillian gasped, trying to hold back his arousal as you examined his balls with a little more force, separating them to either side and giving each of them attention with your gloved fingers.

“It all looks good so far. You’ve got a very nice cock” you said as you could hear the resulting moans and felt the increased motion of his body against your hands, letting you know that he was loving it.

“And your balls are nice and firm and seemingly rather full as well” you then teased while Cillian’s cock was quickly hardening and, after a few more seconds you slid your lubed fingers up the underside of his cock.

“When have you masturbated last?” you asked and, sure enough, your husband didn’t want to answer that.

“Two days ago” he murmured quietly and you gave his balls a little squeeze before you kept moving your other hand slowly up his shaft. With both of your hands in play, you massaged him gently until the first droplet of precum was expelled from his cockhead.

“Clearly, you don’t have any problems achieving an erection. You are very hard and leaking precum already” you observed, causing Cillian to chuckle before sticking out your tongue and tasting his precum.

“Whoa, doctor. Is that really necessary?” Cillian asked cheekily and you smiled while interrupting him quickly.

“Yes, it is completely necessary. It’s called the taste test” you teased before standing up and asking him to turn around.

“Turn around?” Cillian asked a little surprised by your request and you nodded.

“Yes please, turn around and bend over the desk a little. It is time for me to examine your prostate” you told him and his eyes widened immediately.

“Seriously?” he asked and you nodded with a sheepish grin. He didn’t seem to have expected that you were going to such lengths.  

“Yes, seriously. This is also completely necessary at your age” you told him and, after he finally complied with your request, you added some more lube to your index finger.

“This may be a little cold and you may feel some pressure” you told him as the glistening tip of your finger touched his hole and he tightened in anticipation, making his cock bounce at the same time.

“Fuck” Cillian then groaned as you were steadily pushing your finger in to his back side while using your other hand to gently toy with his balls.

“Just relax” you told him but you didn't realise how hard you were actually pushing until Cillian let out a breath and relaxed for a split second. The moment he did the resistance you were pushing against disappeared and your finger slid almost all the way in to him.

His body reacted and he tightened up, but it was too late to stop the intrusion.

“Just take a deep breath” you said but were rewarded with groan as the tightening locked down on your finger, pulling it even deeper inside.

“Very good” you cooed as, instead of pulling your finger back out of him, you just moved it in slow circles inside him.

“Jesus doctor…that feels…fuck” Cillian groaned in pleasure as you finally found his prostate on the second circle, which was also evident by the involuntary twitch that happened each time you pushed in to it.

“Just a little longer. I am just feeling for any abnormalities” you teased as you started making the circles smaller so that your finger spent more time against his internal pleasure button.

“Okay doctor, take as long as you need” Cillian gasped and it took him a minute or so of this treatment until he finally relaxed in to the sensations enough that you were able to pump your finger in and out of him a little easier, making sure to hit the 'cum button' inside him on each pass.

“How does it feel? Any discomfort?” you teased and it wasn't much longer after that before you realised he was actually rolling his hips into the motion and moaning in times with the thrusts.

“No discomfort doctor...” Cillian groaned and you smiled. You hadn't even stoked his cock in a few minutes but everything about his movement made it seem like he was on the edge of an orgasm.

You figured that, any second, he'd be cumming if you kept this up so it was probably time to make a request.

“I will need a sperm sample too Mr Murphy. Do you think you can do that for me?” you teased before reaching for his cock with your free hand, coaxing some initial cum from his tip.

“I sure can doctor” he told you and, with that, you moved your middle finger into position on the outside of his rim. Between the lube and the laxity of his sphincter muscles you slipped in the second finger with ease and an even louder groan escaped him.

When you looked up at your patient, you saw that Cillian’s face was frozen in pleasure. A continuous moan emitted from his open mouth and his expression made it seem like he was entirely lost in an alternative reality which you had created. One where the only thought that occupied his brain was the stimulation in his prostate and the general sensations in his rectum.

Cum was now leaking from his cock uncontrollably and, by the looks of him, you weren’t sure that he could even remember his own name.

“If you turn around you can deposit your sample directly into my mouth Mr Murphy” you then said sheepishly, knowing that he was nearing his release.

“Another taste test, huh?” Cillian chuckled and, without removing your fingers from his rectum, you turned to the side and so did he.

By now, Cillian was less and less aware of anything in the world around him and he didn’t even register when you wrapped your lips around his shaft. He was so focused on the pleasure that he was attaining from this prostate stimulation that he was unable to fully understand exactly what you were doing. He knew that you were applying pressure to his prostate, it had started so intensely as soon as you targeted it but somehow that intensity had grown. What began as wide circled around the edges of his gland had settled into targeted pressure. Hard pressure, easing, hard pressure, easing. You never fully removed your finger from his prostate but merely alternated between how you pressed.

“Oh fuck” Cillian groaned as you settled into pressing each finger hard against his gland in alternating fashion which meant that his prostate never fully escaped the extreme pressure treatment he was being subjected to.

He was a trembling mess by this time and cum kept on dribbling from his cock straight into your mouth. It was like you were milking him of all that he had and you were determined to empty his balls completely.

“Don’t stop” Cillian eventuelly told you through gritted teeth as he never had even a microsecond of breaktime for his mind to recover. All he felt was just one continuous and alternating wave of pleasure emanating from inside his butthole outward to the rest of his body.

Cillian was consumed by ecstasy and was completely bending to your will. He was so close, you could feel and you could taste it as more and more cum came flowing out of him and into your mouth.

You began to move faster now and you never relented for even a second while pressing against Cillian’s prostate and he never stopped moaning.

You felt your husband starting to tense at this point and you knew that this was the moment, the moment when his pent-up orgasm would be released.

Knowing this you kept working harder and harder and Cillian’s orgasm finally broke. It was like no other sensation that he had ever felt in his life. A flood of cum erupted from his balls to shoot out of his cock and his normally marginal loads were replaced by a torrent of sticky goodness.

“Jesus Y/N, Fuck” Cillian groaned as you dutifully hoovered it up, feeling almost a cup of cum slide down your throat.

His toes curled, his back arched, his already intense moaning went into overdrive. And it all emanated from inside of him.

Just as you swallowed his seed, you stroked his prostate some more, even harder this time, bringing on another wave that would shoot through his entire body. Cillian writhed in pleasure, unable to control himself, unable to register even the most basic of thoughts beyond feeling pleasure. This seemingly went on forever, an entire universe could have been born and died in the moments that he felt that orgasm.

Gradually the sensation began to fade and he became intimately aware that his prostate and cock were now even more sensitive. You eased off to a slight pressure and a soft suckle on his cock and yet it was still almost too intense for him to bare.

“Your cum tastes so good, very healthy indeed” you winked as your mouth left his cock and he looked and saw that it was still dribbling cum despite the fact that his body was unable to shoot it out anymore.

“I am glad” Cillian gasped with as slight flinch a you removed your fingers from his tight sphincter. He was spent and found it difficult to breathe.

“Do you need to relax a little?” you grinned, seeing how dizzy he had become and when he pulled up his briefs and laid back into one of the armchairs inside your office, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Please tell me that I need to come back for another check up doctor” he told and you laughed.

Tag List:

@fastfan

@drstrangegf  

@kpopgirlbtssvt

@cdej6

@kathrinemelissa

@landlockedmermaid77

@crazymar15

@m3th-kate (cannot tag)

@damedomino  

@lauren-raines-x

@miss-bunny19

@halleisheree (cannot tag)

@skinny-bitch-juice

@odorinana

@cloudofdisney

@lexiwoods (cannot tag)

@weepingstudentfishhorse

@allexiiisss

@geminiwolves

@letsstarsfalling

@ysmmsy

@chlorrox

@tommyshelbypb

@chocolatehalo

@music-lover911

@desperate-and-broken

@mysticaldeanvoidhorse

@peaky-cillian

@lelestrangerandunusualdeetz

@december16-1991

@captivatedbycillianmurphy

@romanogersendgame

@randomfangirl2718

@dorothea-hwldr (cannot tag)

@missymurphy1985

@peakyscillian

@lilymurphy03

@deefigs

@theflamecrystal

@livinginfantaxy

@rosey1981

@elenvampire21 (cannot tag)

@hanster1998

@mariapaiva13 (cannot tag)

@fairypitou

@zozeebo

@kasaikawa

@littleweirdoalien

@sad-huffle-nerd

@theflamecrystal

@peakymalfoyscullymulder (cannot tag)

@0ghostwriter0

@stylescanbeatmyback

@1-800-peakyblinders

@datewithgianni

@momoneymolife

@mcntsee

@janelongxox

@basiclassy

@being-worthy

@chaotic-bean-of-smolness

@margoo0

@vhscillian

@crazymar15

@im-constantly-fangirling

@namelesslosers

@littlewhiterose

@ttzamara

@cilleveryone

@peaky-cillian

@severewobblerlightdragon

@dolllol2405

@pkab

@babaohhhriley

@littleweirdoalien

@alreadybroken-ts

@masteroperator

@stevie75

@shabzy96

@rainbow12346

@obsessedwithfandomsx

@geeksareunique

@laysalespoir

@paigem00

@lkarls

@suneshinebelledaisy (cannot tag)

@vamp-army

@luckystarme

@myjumper

@gxorg

@eline-1806

@goldenharrysworld

@cristinagronk16

@stylesofloki

@faatxma

@slut-for-matt-murdock

@tpwkstiles

@myjumper

@cloudofdisney

@look-at-the-soul

@smellyzcat

@kittycatcait219 (cannot tag)

@theliterarybeldam

@bekkiemahonxx95 (cannot tag)

@layazul

@slutforprentiss03 (cannot tag)

@blossemedfloweroflove (cannot tag)

@lyn07

@kagilmore

@dakotapaigelove (cannot tag)

@50svibes

@mainstreetlilly

@ourthatgirlabby

@bitchwhytho

@arthurdeservesbetterrip (cannot tag)

@takethee

@registerednursejackie

@sofi128

@mrkdvidal1989 (cannot tag)

@minxsblogt

@annipiola (cannot tag)

@lenaskyler02

@masteroperator

@swanlakeparadis

@kimbii-eve (cannot tag)

@champagnesocialistsposts

@alessioayla

@ghazalshelby (cannot tag)

[milliedazzledust]

I'll Come Back for You (Bucky Barnes imagine)

REQUEST: ANON - something where he is in winter soldier mode and protecting the scientist (y/n) where she is the only one who can sort of calm him down after a mission

ANON - winter soldier!bucky being protective over his scientist who’s forced to be take care of his health and she’s being kept there against his will too

ANON - Bucky Barnes request about how both reader and Bucky are each other support systems? It could be like a headcanon, how would the reader comfort him while how he comforts her so forth and so on

WORDS: 3506

A/N: So I don't know if I was inspired or if I just wrote too much, but I'm not sure this story's good. Anyway, feedback is really appreciated and I hope you'll like it :) (also don't forget to tell me if you want to be on my taglist ^^)

“What happened this time ?”

Her voice was only a whisper in the quiet room. The broken man silently sat on the examination table while she stuck a needle in his functioning arm. He didn’t speak, didn’t even flinch. This masquerade had started the moment she had set foot inside Hydra secret base. They had brought her against her will to take care of their most valuable soldier. It was always the same dance, rehearsed a million times since she had met him. After each mission, each murder, he’d come to her. She’d fix his physical wounds, take care of his arm and let him go.

More than often, she found herself feeling sorry for him. She knew what Hydra was doing to him, she’d heard the screams echoing in the distance. It would keep ringing in her ears for hours. Sometimes, the simple thought of picturing what he was going through was enough to bring her to tears. No one deserved to suffer this way.

The Winter Soldier was a cruel man, an assassin. She had seen him in action, had even been attacked the first time they were introduced. But despite being the necessary tool to take care of their valuable killer, she liked him. This wasn’t a place anyone could handle, not even him. And while she was aware of the danger Hydra represented, he was a different story. The man he once was had been trapped in a small corner of his mind, disconnected. His hands were his own, but his actions were dictated by an army that had invaded his head long ago. He was a machine turned on and off at will by the power of ten simple words.

“I was stabbed” Was his only answer. He didn’t give any detail, simply raised his shirt so she could inspect the injury.

“Do you feel any pain ?”

He blankly stared at an invisible point on the wall, avoiding looking at her. He was aware anyone could be listening.

“Soldier ?” She called him, stopping her movement and waiting for his response.

“I don’t feel anything” His voice was emotionless and a chill ran down her spine when he spoke. He was detached, impassive, a statue unaware he was capable of sentiment.

She cleared her throat, trying to stay focused on her task. She cleaned the wound, took his vitals, wrote down the conclusion of her examination and prepared what she needed to sew him up.

When she was about to administer the anesthetic, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. She caught her breath, frightened, but made no movement. For the first time that day, he turned his head to look at her. Whatever she saw in his eyes was enough to ease the tension in her shoulders and she relaxed.

“It’s okay” She whispered, a kind smile on her face. “This is propofol”

She knew he would recognize the name. She had spent countless hours explaining everything she was doing to him in detail so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable or scared. He was a super soldier that required extreme measures of treatment.

“No drugs,” He told her.

“You might regret that decision once I start to put the stitches in”

“I need to stay conscious,” He explicated, almost begging her. “Please”

She didn’t argue, only glanced at a camera behind her recording their interaction.

“Alright” She conceded. “I’ll switch to saline”

He nodded, grateful she wasn’t pushing. She turned her back carefully so her table was no longer in the camera’s field of view and he watched her emptying the needle and filling it with a harmless mixture of water and sodium chloride. Nothing that would put him to sleep.

“Have you ever been to Greece ?” She asked him out of the blue. He stared at her curiously. “I’ve always dreamed of visiting. It has the longest coastline in Europe, with so many islands between the blue Aegean Sea to the east, the Mediterranean Sea to the south, and the Ionian Sea to the west. Can you imagine how beautiful it must be ?”

She kept talking for a while about the country, the books she had read and the films she had seen about it. His eyes stayed on her the whole time, his head tilted to the side, wondering why she was telling him all this. Not that he minded, he loved listening to her. She had the power to calm him down. He was constantly on high alert, ready to fight whomever he was told to kill, prepared to endure whatever torture they had prepared, but this room and the woman inside were his only small moments of peace. Her voice was the music he desperately needed to sooth his soul.

“Why are you telling me this ?” He wondered out loud.

She smirked. “To take your mind somewhere else than here. Seems like it worked”

He glanced at his stomach and realized the stitches were already there. Too engrossed in her story, he hadn’t noticed or felt anything.

“How…”

“Funny how magical words can turn out to be, isn’t it ?”

She could swear she saw the flicker of an emotion on his face looking back between his wound and the woman, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

“Thank you, doc”

She hesitated a moment before gently taking his hand on her own.

“Be careful” She muttered. “There’s only so much I can fix”

“I will” He promised. “Are they … are they treating you right ?”

She shrugged. “If threatening to kill me is what you consider right, then I guess I’m a real princess in a castle”

He ran a jerky hand through his hair and seemed to be looking for the right words to say but never spoke.

“Can I ask …” She began, curiosity getting the best out of her. “What is your real name ?”

When his gaze fell on her, all she saw was pure panic. Her question, as simple as it may have been, had surprised him. He didn’t remember, didn’t even question anyone, because it hadn’t mattered. He didn’t need to be more than a ghost to be able to kill.

“I’m sorry” She apologized. “I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to…”

“I don’t know” He admitted.

She gulped and looked away. His eyes held too much confusion and despair. Coming face to face with the enormity that was this man’s fate was sometimes undeniably heartbreaking.

“Can I call you Winter, then ?” She suggested.

He seemed to ponder for a while before offering her a small smile. “Yes, yes I’d like that”

It hurt to see a glimpse of happiness on his face for something as simple as a name and the woman didn’t realize that what she had just given him was the shred of an identity. A tiny piece he would hold onto. He was living inside a nightmare he had no idea he was trapped into, and if she dared to help, she would pay it with her life. So all she had the power to do was give him a name. Make him feel alive again.

The next time she saw him was only a couple of days after, carried by two agents, head hanging low and barely conscious. His clothes were stained in blood and his metal arm seemed dislocated.

“Patch him up” One of the men coldly ordered. They dropped the injured soldier on the ground like he was nothing more than an object, not even human.

She rushed to his side, checking his pupils first with a flashlight to rule out any intracranial damage to his brain. She did the same on his chest with a stethoscope, searching for any potential life threatening injury. When she moved to his shoulder to inspect the metal bones, he regained consciousness. Maybe it was the sight of yet another scientist above him or the touch of her fingers on his skin, but the man was quick to react and got on his feet in no time. His human hand wrapped around her neck tightly and he pushed her body with force against a wall, choking her. She tried to speak, but the action had been so sudden and violent that she was unable to move a muscle. He was in a trance, eyes filled with hatred that she knew was not directed toward her. Whatever he was picturing in his mind had awakened the assassin. She was the threat and he was in a game of survival.

She whispered his name several times but it was only after a minute, when she was on the verge of passing out, that he seemed to realize what he was doing. He stared at her with wide open eyes and released her from his grip. Her body fell on the floor before she started coughing, struggling to catch her breath.

“I’m…” He tried to speak, looking down at his hands in horror.

“Water” She managed to whisper.

He brought the woman a bottle and tried to help her on her feet. When he reached for her, she involuntarily flinched. A pure reflex. She didn’t miss the sadness on his face as he recoiled from her.

“I didn’t mean…”

“I know. It’s alright”

“I could’ve killed you” He said it more to himself than to her.

“But you didn’t” She laid a hand on her chest, taking a deep breath to try and calm her heart rate. “What happened ?”

“You touched me,” He explained.

“I touch you all the time” When he smirked, she realized the double meaning behind what she had just said. “Hm … why would it be any different today ?” She immediately changed the subject.

“Usually, when I’m unconscious I can … sense them around me. Working on me. And I can’t move but I still feel the pain”

Once again she was at a loss of words against the heaviness that was the burden of his life.

“Are you sure you’re alright ?” He repeated almost in a childish voice.

“I’ll get over it, don’t worry” She tried to reassure him. It didn’t seem to work. He took a temptative step, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. He moved his hand toward her neck, deliberately going as slow as he could. His eyes stayed on hers, watching out for any sign of fear. “What are you doing ?” She said in a breath, a different kind of shiver rolling down her spine.

“I need to make sure I didn’t hurt you” The sincerity and concern she heard in his voice were unsettling. She stared back in disbelief, but didn’t move. This was the closest they had ever been and it almost felt unreal for both of them. Too good to be true, especially in a place of nightmare like this.

He tilted her head to the back, still looking at her, and softly brushed his thumb over her skin. A bruise was already starting to appear. She saw the change in his eyes, the regret and sadness when he lowered his gaze. He kept inspecting her from all angles possible, making her chuckle in the process.

“Are you done, doctor ?” She joked.

He tried not to smile but miserably failed. “Almost. Haven’t found a diagnosis yet”

This time she laughed.

“C’mon, I’m not the real patient here. I need to take a look at you” She glanced at his metal arm, still dislocated. He was avoiding using it and she had noticed.

He sighed but didn’t remove his hand from her neck. Instead, his thumb slowly reached her cheek and he gently stroked her skin.

“I wish I could get you out of here” He whispered. “You don’t deserve any of this”

“Neither do you”

He clenched his jaw and plastered a tight smile, refusing to acknowledge what she had just said. He lowered his arm and sat on the examination table without saying anything.

“I’m gonna … hm ��� I’m gonna need to cut your shirt open” She gulped, trying to keep her cheeks from getting any warmer.

The man smirked and grabbed a pair of scissors nearby that he handed to her. She took it but didn’t dare to look at him, too uncomfortable by the situation. As she cut his shirt higher and higher, her hands started to shake. He could see her shifting her weight from side to side and desperately avoiding any eye contact. She was embarrassed and he was enjoying every second of it.

When finally she had taken it carefully off his body, she huffed in frustration. There was no denying that he had beyond toned muscle structure, verged into defined and well built curves.

“Is it… is it alright if I touch you ?” She allowed herself to take a glance at him, and rolled her eyes when she saw the smirk on his face.

“More than alright, doc” He teased her.

The moment her hands came in contact with his skin, he involuntarily flexed his muscles. She took a sharp breath, trying not to lose focus when she cleaned his wounds. She looked up at him to make sure he wasn’t in any pain, only to realize he was already staring. What should have been a quick glance turned into something more, a moment that lasted a little too long. When he leaned in toward her, she suddenly seemed to notice the lack of space between them. She cleared her throat and took a step back.

“Quit flirting, Winter” She reprimanded him with a playful grin.

He laughed. It was the first time she heard that sound and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her mouth. He looked so carefree and alive, so human. She was finally meeting the man behind the assassin, and he troubled her even more than the silent killer.

“I kinda like to see you flustered, doc”

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to hide her obvious nervousness.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” She pursed her lips to keep from smiling.

“Sure you don’t” He sniggered.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna need to put that shoulder into place”

Instead of talking, he grabbed her hips and considerably shortened the distance she had put between them. Her eyes widened from both the sudden gesture and the feeling of his fingers on her body.

“Go right ahead, doc”

She leaned in toward him to have a better access to the injury, ignoring the unexpected shudder. She was practically over him, a hand on his shoulder, the other on his broad back. If he felt any pain when she pushed the bones back into place, he didn’t show.

“All good ?” He muttered, heavily breathing. She was about to ask if he was okay but the words stayed stuck when she realized how close their faces were. He wasn’t hurt, no, he was perturbed by her presence. He could smell her perfume and see the hair raising on her neck. Whatever he was feeling, she felt it too.

“Do I make you nervous, soldier ?” She said, a smile building on her full lips.

“You have no idea, doctor”

She turned to face him. They locked eyes and, for a moment, none of them moved. The atmosphere instantly changed when he bit his lips. He bent closer and closer, and this time she didn’t push back. When finally he kissed her, she froze in place. He was about to draw back when she grabbed his neck, deepening the kiss. A sensation she couldn’t comprehend took over her whole body. He didn’t rush, took his sweet time lingering his lips over hers. She could swore her knees would have given out if he wasn’t holding her in place. Her chest was fluttering and she lost all sense of time. He pulled back from the lack of oxygen, but not before caressing her mouth one last time.

“Too much?” He inquired quietly.

She shook her head, laughing. “No. Just enough”

“I’ve been dreaming of doing that for a while” He admitted.

“Quite the change of attitude. I could’ve sworn you wanted me dead only ten minutes ago” She joked.

He pouted, not particularly happy she was reminding him of his previous outburst.

“You’re all set up, Winter” She announced after one last look over his chest. “No major damage”

“Have you checked my heart ?” He joked with a smirk. “I think it’s beating a little fast”

She coughed to try and hide her laugh.

“I’m afraid that’s not fixable” She started to write her report, ignoring his lingering gaze on her. Her brain was still fuzzy from the kiss they shared. “Unless I stay away, which would probably ease your … discomfort”

“Who said anything about discomfort ? That’s a kind of pain I’d rather enjoy”

She raised an eyebrow, not missing the way her own heart palpitated.

“Don’t play with fire, soldier”

He smirked. “Between us, I’m trying to delay the moment I’ll have to go through that door again”

This time she lost all joy and raised her head from what she was writing on her report to look at him.

“You’re strong enough to leave this place, you know”

“Leave where ?” He asked.

“Somewhere you’ll find who you really are”

“Does that somewhere include you ? ‘Cause you should know I won’t go without you”

She walked up to him and took his hands.

“Save yourself while you still can, Winter” She sadly replied.

“What about you ?”

“I’m just … collateral damage” She exhaled.

He gently pressed his forehead to hers.

“I promise I’ll come back for you after that last mission”

“I’ll hold you onto that”

He planted a soft kiss on her lips, making her forget once again where they were and what their reality was.

“I’ll take you to Greece” He whispered. “Just the two of us. Wouldn’t that be great ?”

“It’s a date” She grinned, making him laugh.

“You’ve got yourself a deal. We’ll get out of here” He swore. “And I’ll take you dancing under the stars of Mykonos”

He didn’t know then that he would never have the occasion to keep that promise. They would have more moments, stolen from the chaos of this place, but nothing more. Weeks later, he would hear rumors about treason and compromising positions. He would understand too late they meant her. She was his weak point, and the Winter Soldier couldn’t have any weaknesses. She was disposable, he was an assassin with superpowers. All the recordings they had proved he no longer could be operational so long as she was still breathing.

“Buck, you alright ?” A voice suddenly spoke in the agonizing silence.

He turned around to his friend, brushing the tears he didn’t realize had started to fall. Standing in the empty room, he couldn’t move away from the dried patch of blood on the floor.

“Yeah, I just need a minute” He shook his head, trying to make the painful memories disappear.

The man behind him began to inspect the place, searching through scattered papers around a desk.

“Dr. Y/N Y/L/N” He read.

Bucky closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. The simple sound of her name was enough to widen the open wound inside his chest. He sat on the examination table one last time, without her. Forgetting he wasn’t alone, he let himself wander into his most precious memories. He remembered the taste of her lips, the smell of her perfume and the touch of her skin. Every detail engraved in his head forever.

“Did you know her ?” The person asked.

“Yeah”

The man stopped what he was doing and observed the former assassin for a solid minute. He looked heartbroken.

“Bad memories ?” He inquired.

“Not in this room” Bucky sadly smiled.

“What happened ?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Steve”

The Captain hesitated for a moment but didn’t push. He was aware his friend was still healing and whatever the place was, it was part of his pain.

“Is she dead ?” He only questioned.

He gulped and tilted his head backward to keep the tears at bay. “They took her away from me” His voice cracked when he spoke. He was not able to stop the violent sob that escaped his mouth. He wanted to say so much more but the lump in his throat was far too heavy.

“I was too late,” He whispered. “I promised I’d come back for her but I was … too …”

His shoulders started to shake as tears ran down his bloodshot eyes. Steve rapidly closed the distance between them and hugged his friend, letting him express his sadness. They stayed there until he was calm enough to take a deep breath.

“You ready ?” The Captain inquired.

The broken soldier silently nodded.

“Where to now ?” Steve asked him. “You’re free to go anywhere you'd like”

“Greece. I have a date in Greece”

Taglist below the cut

@partypoisonsblog - @tylard-blog1

[sameheart-sameblood]

Live While We’re Alive

(gif by @rex-is-best)

pairing: commander wolffe x f!reader

summary: you thought being a newly recruited civilian doctor to the GAR was hard enough until you developed a hopeless crush on Commander Wolffe

words: 2.8 k

warnings: mature, some suggestive talk, mutual pining, medical exams, co-workers to lovers, a doctor having inappropriate thoughts about their patient 

a/n: I started writing this awhile ago and then lost all creative motivation but I've been in a Wolffe mood the past few days and sad we didn't get to see him in The Bad Batch so here we are. I'd like to apologize to my doctor dad and all medical professionals everywhere lol. Also, I had intended for this to end in smut but then got lost in feelings so there mayyyy be a chapter 2. We'll see ;)

read on ao3!

You want to fuck him. It’s been decided. This realization couldn’t have come at a worse time, though. You’re surrounded by Jedi and Clone Officers in a very important meeting detailing your next mission. But you only have eyes for one of the men and he’s currently standing at the head of the room giving a briefing to the holo of Master Yoda. It’s a testament to Commander Wolffe’s presence that you barely notice the little green Jedi Master he’s conversing with. Well, his presence and his extreme handsomeness.

When you’d first met him, you’d been truly intimidated. The other women you worked with nodded in understanding, whispering they had been thrown off by his cybernetic eye and prominent scar. But that wasn’t it. You’d noticed those things, but that wasn’t what made you uneasy.

It was the fact that he took one look at you and seemed to see right into your soul. You couldn’t explain it but you felt like with just a glance, he could tell your deepest insecurities. And stars, did you have a lot of those.

You had worked your way up through the medical field and had started your residency at the biggest hospital in Coruscant. After your training ended, you had secured a permanent job there. It had been difficult, to say the least. Though you knew you were qualified, even more so than most of your male co-workers, you still doubted yourself often.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had come to visit you one nondescript Thursday afternoon, telling you of the need for doctors in the GAR. He said you came most highly recommended when he was searching for recruits but still, you thought a mistake had been made and that someone soon would realize and send you back to your normal life. It was a recurring nightmare you’d developed in the past few weeks that shook you from your sleep.

You had agreed to join the GAR, sympathetic to the cause and wanting to do your part. The next few weeks had consisted of you getting your bearings and meeting the rest of the staff at the base . Kix, the clone medic in charge, had helped you learn the ropes and had introduced you to all his brothers. At first, you had been overwhelmed by the sea of identical faces. As the weeks had gone on, you’d learned everyone’s names and they’d made you feel welcome, like one of their own.

The Commander and you had crossed paths several times. He was polite but distant. Not like you blamed him. He had more important things to do than exchange drawn out pleasantries. With each run-in, though, he seemed to be making more of an effort to be personable. Unfortunately, each conversation left you looking more and more like an idiot. Or a di’kut. The boys had been teaching you some Mando’a.

You were a medical professional, a well-respected doctor and yet Wolffe made you feel unsure of yourself. It had been so long since you’d had a crush that you didn’t realize this was what the beginning of one felt like.

*******

As you sit around the war room table, you feel even more like a school girl. Instead of paying attention to whatever Master Yoda is saying, you’re transfixed by Wolffe’s face. The hazy blue light from the holo reflects off his features, making him look ethereal. His scar looks even more prominent and you blush, remembering how often you’ve wondered what it would feel like to let your fingers trace it.   And his lips. They’re moving, responding to whatever the Jedi has said. They’re mesmerizing and now you’re thinking of what it would be like to kiss him. Or even better yet, to have those lips pressed against the plushier parts of your body.

You continue to stare until you realize his face has turned to you. It probably only takes you a second to come back to reality but it feels like an eternity. Somehow you’re able to respond to the question.

“Yes, Commander. All medical personnel are prepared for an 0800 liftoff. Kix will take his team with the 501st and I’ll have my staff along with the 104th. We’ll reconnoiter once we’ve landed on Hisseen.” The rest of the table nods, moving the conversation along. Wolffe stares at you for a moment, a hint of a smirk on his lips. You avert your gaze, finding the table a much safer object of your attention.

The discussion wraps up and Wolffe stands at attention, puffing his chest out, before Master Yoda disappears. Once again, your eyes are drawn to him. You’re not sure how but he makes something so mundane look indescribably attractive. Wolffe’s head turns in your direction but you’ve already bolted from your seat, hoping to cool down in the hallway.

Kix pushes through the crowd to get to you. “Hey, Doc. How’d the meeting go?” You shrug. “Nothing new to report. Just making sure we’re all set for our campaign.” He’s shifting back and forth, a sort of glazed look in his eyes. You realize he’s not paying particularly close attention. It’s the look of someone asking you something just so they can request a favor in return.

“Hmm oh yeah, that’s nice. Say, Doc, do you think you could cover for me for a few hours? I have some urgent business to attend to.”

“Since when is playing Sabacc with Fives and the boys urgent?”

“Since I remembered how terrible they are at it. I can make a real killing playing against them.”

You laugh. It’s true. You’ve come to love those men but a lot of them are really horrible at the game. You’ll need to give them a remedial course if you have any downtime on Hisseen. “Of course. What do you need me to do?” He rewards you with a huge grin. “Nothing hard! A few higher ups coming in for their physicals. Just the usual. Make sure they’re in tip top shape to get shot at by some tinnies.”

He gives you the list. It’s only a handful of men but the last one on it makes your blood go cold. “Commander Wolffe needs a physical?” Kix is oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Oh yeah, but he knows the drill. Honestly everyone can do it themselves at this point. We’re basically there to oversee it as a formality.”

You swallow down your apprehension and nod. “Sounds easy enough. Go have fun. And take it easy on them, will ya? Let them keep a little of their dignity intact” Kix just grins and shoots you a wave as he runs off.

*******

Your first few appointments go just fine. The officers are professionals and Kix was right, they could do these routine physicals with their eyes closed. You give them all your seal of approval and settle in to do your paperwork before your last, most anticipated patient arrives. The forms in front of you hold no interest and you find yourself checking the chrono every few seconds.

It’s not easy but you manage to finish your work. You set it aside and take steadying breath. Five more minutes and he’ll be here. You scold yourself. The Commander has never been anything but professional. You’re the one thinking these very unprofessional thoughts.

And you’re a doctor, for kriff’s sake. Your patients should be able to come to you without worrying you may be fantasizing about what they look like naked. But these are uncharted waters. It’s your first time having to deal with a patient you’re this attracted to. They really should take your medical license away.

Just as you’re thinking of packing it all up and handing in your resignation to the Jedi Council, a knock at the door snaps you to attention. Well, here goes nothing. You scold yourself once again for checking your reflection in the mirror before answering the door.

You had tried to adopt a passive, professional look to your face before greeting Wolffe but it must not have worked. “Everything alright, Doc? I’m not early, am I?” You shake your head.“Not at all. Punctual as always, Commander.” You beckon for him to come in and take a seat. You close the door, then sit across from him at your desk.

Your datapad hums to life and you busy yourself opening the appropriate forms you need to fill out. The weight of his eyes is heavy on you and your cheeks heat up in spite of yourself. You push on through as best you can.

“Well, Commander, how are you feeling today?” There’s that ghost of a smirk again but it vanishes so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it. “I feel like a million credits.” You giggle despite it not even being that funny. You’ve got it bad. “Glad to hear it. This should be quick then.” You gather your equipment and get to work.

First, you take his weight. Then, you listen to his heart. You press the stethoscope to his sternum, thankful you can do this over his blacks. He observes you the whole time. “And what about you? How are you today, Doc?” You risk a glance and meet his eyes. That was a mistake.

“Me? Oh-um just fine. Maybe not like a million credits but a few hundred at least.” You trail off dumbly but he humors you with a chuckle. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard that sound from him before. It’s like music to your ears. “Anything I can do to help? You do look a little flushed. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” You avert your eyes again.

“No. I’m alright. It’s just, uh, hot in these uniforms. The coarseweave doesn’t breathe.”

“You sure? Maybe I should be the one giving you a check-up.”

You realize he’s toying with you now.

“That won’t be necessary, Commander.”

You move on to check his lungs. “Breathe in for me.” You move the stethoscope to his chest, then move it around a few different spots on his back. “You can call me, Wolffe. If you’d like.” He breathes in every time, not even needing prompting, ever the dutiful soldier, even when he’s teasing you.

“I would like that. Thank you, Wolffe.”

Next, you measure his blood pressure. You’re shocked that it’s so low. He sees the look of surprise on your face. “Something wrong?”

“Not at all. The opposite, in fact. Your pressures are great. I just thought with your lifestyle they might, understandably, be a bit higher.”

“What kind of lifestyle do you think I have?”

You’re backtracking as quickly as you can. “I just meant, your life as a soldier, it must be extremely stressful.”

There’s that smirk again. “It is. But you don’t get to be a Commander by not being able to handle the pressure.”

“Of course. But even so, if you’d like some stress relief techniques I can suggest some.” He hums as if really thinking it over. Thankfully there’s only one part of your exam left. Which is good because you’re not sure how much resolve you have remaining.

“Everything looks great. I’ll just do a head and neck exam and then I can send you on your way.”

You need to touch him for this part but you stop yourself, hands hovering but not quite meeting their destination. You feel like once you touch him, really feel his skin under your fingers, there may be no going back.

Wolffe sees your hesitation, then slowly reaches out to take your hands. You watch with wide eyes as he guides them to his neck. He looks up at you innocently enough but you can tell he’s laughing internally. You try to reign in control of the situation.

“Sorry, I just got distracted.” The Commander studies you but this time it’s in earnest. “Are you nervous? This’ll be your first time in an active war zone, right?” You had been anxious but not about that. But now that he mentions it, yeah, you honestly don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yes, I’m not sure what to expect. I guess you could say I’m a little scared.” Wolffe gently holds your chin, directing you to look back at him. “I won’t lie. It’ll be overwhelming and frightening. Battles can seem never-ending. But I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You’re staring into each other’s eyes and you don’t want to stop. But then he’s clearing his throat and gently removing his hand from your skin. You realize you’ve been resting your own hands on his shoulders this whole time. “Thank you, Wolffe. I do feel much better knowing you’ll be there.” You offer him a smile, hoping it conveys just how much you appreciate him looking out for you.

You begin your exam, gently kneading where his neck meets his shoulders, checking for any anomalies. Then you move to his throat. The throat you’ve so often been distracted by. It’s featured prominently in your daydreams. You move your hands along it, under his jawline. Having a man this powerful baring one of the most vulnerable parts of his body to you is intoxicating. Focus, di’kut.

Everything feels normal except for some knots you find resting right below the surface of his smooth skin. “Lymph nodes feel good. You’re a little tense, though. But I bet it’s from that bucket you have to wear most of the day.” He hums in thought. “True. But even so. Maybe you could give me some of those ideas for stress management?” He looks up at you with big eyes. There’s mischief in them but something else. Vulnerability?

You gulp audibly. “Of course. There are a few that work particularly well, um, like deep breathing techniques, going on walks, talking with friends, meditation, journaling, physical activity…” You’re rambling, fighting a losing game against your resolve. Wolffe thinks on it. “Physical activity seems like a good place to start.” His hands come up to gently cover yours that are still resting on his neck.

The sensation of his calloused fingers on your skin sends shivers down your body. You close your eyes, feeling the last of your self-control topple over. “Wolffe,” you whine “We shouldn’t…” He immediately drops his hands, worry etched on his face. “I’m so sorry. It’s just- I thought you wanted-.” He cuts himself off, snapping up to his feet and to attention. “Doctor, you should report me to General Plo Koon for immediate disciplinary action.”

Dank Farrik, you’ve just ruined everything.“Wolffe! No, I’m not reporting you to anyone. If anything you should report me for being so unprofessional.” His shoulders relax a bit but he still eyes you as if you’re a live grenade that might explode at any second. “What do you mean?” You sigh in frustration. This isn’t how you wanted to confess your feelings to him.

“I…want you, Wolffe. The second I realized that I should have asked to be re-assigned to a different battalion. Instead I thought I could push those feelings down and continue to do my job. Looks like that was a mistake.” You hang your head, avoiding his piercing gaze. He’s silent for just a moment but it feels like an eternity.

“So, you want me and I want you?” You nod your head, ashamed, as he continues. “Then what’s the problem, Doc?” Your eyes snap to his, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Isn’t it wrong of us?”

Wolffe sits down on the exam table again, genuinely thinking on it. “I don’t see why. We’re both consenting adults. We don’t work directly with each other- I report to General Koon, you report to General Kenobi- so there’s no real conflict of interest. The worst we’ll face is a little ribbing from the boys if they find out.”

You raise your head to look him in the eyes, needing to make sure he’s serious and that this isn’t some twisted joke. What you find staring back at you is hope and promise. He senses your trepidation and gently takes your hands in his. “I’m sorry if I came on strong. But the thing about this life is that there are no guarantees. Tomorrow isn’t promised and so I figured I’d rather go for something, someone, that I want and have my heart broken rather than regretting my inaction.”

Your eyes roam the scars on his face, evidence of just how true his words are. You’re heading into active battle tomorrow. One or both of you could be injured, or worse. You step towards him. He spreads his legs so you have room to get closer. You rest your forehead on his, breathing him in.

His hands come up to caress your sides. You take a shaky breath. He questions you softly. “Cyar’ika?” Ah, now that’s one of the new words you definitely remember. His vulnerability makes you ache and the decision to hand your heart over is an easy one. “You’re right, Wolffe. Might as well do some living while we can.”

*******

[dreamerstreamer]

Breathless

Pairing: Dream / Clay x asthmatic!gn!reader

Summary: Life with a chronic illness isn’t always easy, and some days are more difficult than others, but you always manage to find yourself breathing a little easier with Clay by your side.

Warnings: tw// depiction of asthma & asthma attack

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: my second commissioned story! this work has been altered from its original form so that everyone can read it, but the plot and writing remain largely the same. this was more specific and required more research than the stories i typically write, but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! <3

The smell of sanitizer and antiseptics tickled your nose as you pushed past the hospital office door, folding the piece of paper tucked in your hands into quarters. Slipping it into your pocket, you raised your chin, the paper resting comfortably next to the familiar weight of your inhaler. You stretched your arms above your head with a small groan, rolling your shoulders back as you made your way down the hall with a small bounce in your step.

Respiratory therapy may be good for you, but your favourite part was still when you got to go home.

You rubbed your hand over the patch stuck to the inside of your forearm, the tiniest hint of red colouring the ivory white cloth as you pressed your fingers gently against it. Letting out a sigh, you faced forward once more, your eyes lighting up as the waiting room came into view. Walking a little faster, you was just about to head into the waiting room when you froze, your eyes falling on the figure sitting in a chair pressed up against the wall adjacent to you.

Clay was drumming one hand against his thigh as the other scrolled leisurely through his phone, Tweet after Tweet flying by on his screen. In his ears hung a pair of earbuds, and you could see him gently bobbing his head along to the beat of whatever song he was listening to, his foot quietly tapping against the tiled hospital floor. You traced your eyes over the bridge of his nose and the crest of hair that tickled the top of his forehead, a fond warmth rushing through your chest.

He always waited for you no matter what, even if you told him not to. It didn’t matter if he had a stream planned just a few minutes after your session would wrap up or if he was in the middle of editing a video—he would drop everything to wait for you, patient and caring as always. He was just stubborn like that, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get him to swallow his pride, as much as you may try.

Blinking as you gazed at him, a thought suddenly popped into your head, a devilish ember tickling at the base of your spine. Your lips split into a sly grin, your eyes narrowing as the cogs in your head churned. Ever so slowly, you crept over to his side, just barely keeping yourself out of view until you were standing just diagonally behind him, a single step away. As quiet as a mouse, you reached your hand forward and dipped your head down beside his ear, gently tapping his shoulder. With a start, Clay jumped in his seat, his eyes shooting wide open as he whipped his head up to look at you. In a flash, he was tearing out his earbuds, his phone going slack in his hands and a bright smile tugging at his lips.

“Boo,” you whispered, waving your hand at him as your lips stretched widely across your face.

“Hey,” he said, gentle and warm as he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers between his. “You done with therapy for today?”

You beamed proudly, bobbing your head. “Yep. We’re all good to go.”

The gleam in his eyes was as sweet as honey as he got to his feet, slipping his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. He tilted his head at you, and before you could ask if anything was wrong, he had raised his free hand to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face. A second later, he was dipping his head to yours, and you shivered at the warmth of his lips pressing against your forehead while he murmured into your skin, “Perfect.”

When he pulled back, he squeezed your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles lovingly. With one last grin, the two of them began to stroll out of the waiting room and into the front hall.

“So,” he said after a moment as they turned a corner, “how did everything go, today? Did anything different happen?”

You shrugged, gesturing vaguely. “Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Got my blood oxygen level checked, did some breathing tests and exercises—” You eyed the small patch on your arm with a wistful glance. “Just the usual.”

A comfortable silence washed over them as they swung their arms together in a charmingly off-beat rhythm, occasionally brushing their sides up against one another with a small smile. Beside you, a nurse bustled past with his stethoscope bouncing around his neck and a clipboard clutched to his chest. You glanced over at him, then opened your mouth again. “What about you?” You shrunk back the tiniest bit, your fingers sheepishly twitching against his. “I hope you weren’t too bored or anything waiting up for me.”

Clay laughed, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “For you? Never.” You felt your heart stumble in your chest as he continued. “I just scrolled through Twitter for a while, then I made a tweet about the donation I’m making for my next video—you know, the one to spread chronic illness awareness.”

Leaning against his side slightly, you sighed, your head stuffed full with adoration for your boyfriend as you pressed your head into his warmth. “That’s incredible, Clay,” you murmured, squeezing his hand. “You’re incredible.”

His lips twitched into a ghost of a smile, and he squeezed your hand back. “I try my best.”

You felt your heart swell, and you resisted the urge to kiss him in front of the hospital staff right then and there. Just how lucky could you be to have someone as lovely and compassionate as Clay in your life?

Stepping into the front lobby, he gently nudged his shoulder into yours, stepping to the side to make way for another patient. The ringing of the secretary’s phone made you jolt beside him, but not once did his eyes leave your face. “I’m guessing we’re coming back the same time next week?”

You flashed a grin at him, winking sheepishly. “You know it.”

The chuckle he let out made your stomach flip, affection nipping incessantly at the back of your head. “Awesome,” he hummed, sticking his hand into his pocket. Fishing around, his mouth quirked up a moment later as he pulled out a ring of car keys, clasping his fingers around it. “Alright—let’s go.”

You blinked, your lips curling into a frown as the automatic doors parted in front of them. “Wait, I can drive us.”

He shot you a fond look, shaking his head. The sun’s warm rays cast a golden sheen to his dirty blond locks, his eyes practically glowing in the midday heat. “Nope, no can do.” He jutted his head toward the car, which sat a few yards away in the parking lot beside the hospital. “You drove us here, and now it’s my turn to drive us back.”

Something flashed in your gaze, and your tongue darted out to swipe at your lips as your fingers twitched at your side. “You say that,” you began, your hand shooting forward toward the keys in his, “but not if I get the keys fir—hey!”

A gasp flew from your lips as your hand met nothing but open air, Clay having leapt back with his arm stretched up high above his head. Stumbling back a few steps, shimmering mirth danced in his gaze as he waved the keys at you, just barely out of reach. “Too slow, baby.”

Scowling, you leapt forward yet again, your fingers desperately reaching for the keys as he simply stepped off to the side, backpedaling until a few feet stood between the two of them. The glare you shot him only seemed to egg him on as he began to twirl the silver key ring around his pointer finger playfully. He was teasing you now, you knew it, and you were not going to take any part in it.

“Clay,” you said slowly between gritted teeth.

“[Y/N],” he drawled back, a wide grin still plastered to his face.

Just then, you were bolting over to him, a small breeze biting at your face as you lunged for his hand. You could feel your lungs tighten as the warm, humid air came rushing into your chest, but you were far too focused on the glint of metal against his skin to care. Clay’s eyes went wide as his hand suddenly snapped shut around the car keys, his arm pinning itself to his back as his other hand reached out to steady you against him.

“Okay, okay,” he cried, his fingers gently pressing into the fabric of your shirt, “no running! Please.” His voice suddenly went soft, and your feet came to a grinding halt before him, your lungs heaving. “I don’t want you to stress your asthma.”

Feeling your heart batter against your rib cage, you sucked in a breath, rocking against him ever so slightly as you lifted your chin at him. “Then will you please let me drive?”

He blinked at you for a moment, a thoughtful look passing over his expression. “Hmm... should I?”

You gasped, bobbing your head eagerly, a hint of a smile gracing your lips. His tongue poked out at the corner of his mouth, and you felt a glimmer of hope spark in the pit of your stomach. Yes!

Then, he smiled, apologetic and teasing. “Still no.”

Your face fell in an instant, twisting into a pout as you sagged against his side with a whine. His grin only widened at the sight, patting your on the shoulder with a gentle nudge. “Sorry, [Y/N],” he hummed, turning on his heel to walk over to the driver’s side of the car, “but I’m not budging on this one.”

You groaned, begrudgingly dragging yourself over to the other side of the car and tugging the door open. “Ugh. You,” you said, flopping into the passenger seat with a frown and your arms crossed on top of your frontside, “are the worst.”

He let out a chuckle at your face, pushing the keys into the ignition and turning his hand with a knowing look. “Sure, sure,” he murmured, soft and low. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

Despite yourself, you felt your heart flutter in your chest at the pet name, melting back into the car seat as your arms went limp over your chest. Sneaking a glance over at him, you felt warmth skitter across your face at the way his eye caught yours, loving and true. Huffing, you feigned annoyance and stuck your tongue out at him, but you couldn’t quite stop the smile from tugging at your lips, something pink and fuzzy bubbling up in the core of your chest as they pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

You were so driving next time.

You picked at the patch on your arm, your gaze focused intently as your nails carefully peeled back one of the corners. Gently grasping at the lifted flap, you tugged backward, the patch slowly peeling off until it was popping off your arm with a satisfying flick. Smiling triumphantly to yourself, you walked over to the garbage can and tossed the used patch in, relishing in the feeling of the cool air brushing over your now exposed skin. Leaning against the kitchen counter, you tugged your phone out of your pocket, swiping open your phone with a soft hum.

It had been a few days since your last respiratory therapy session, and you were feeling good. The new breathing exercises you had been suggested were working amazingly, and it almost made your feel like you didn’t need to keep your inhaler on hand every waking second.

Sucking in a deep breath, you held it in for a long moment, then exhaled, feeling the air rush out of your lungs in a single gust. It was right then that a small itch rose into the back of your throat, and you coughed just a little bit, swallowing sharply as you straightened. All of a sudden, a head popped into the kitchen doorway, golden brows knit together with worry.

“[Y/N]?”

You whirled at the sound of your name, your gaze immediately landing on Clay’s pursed lips on the opposite side of the room. “Mhm?”

He cocked his head at you, his eyes scanning you up and down for a split second before locking onto yours once more. “I heard coughing.” His eyes flashed. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, shooting him a reassuring grin. “Yeah—just choked on some spit or something. It was nothing serious.” When he only blinked at you, you firmly added, “I promise.”

Just like that, his shoulders relaxed once more, and a soft smile crept onto his face. “Alright. I just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna be editing for a couple of hours.” He jutted his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll be in the next room over if you need anything, alright?”

You grinned, sending him a playful salute. “Roger that.” Pushing back against the counter, you slipped your phone back into your pocket and strode across the kitchen over to him, stopping just a tile in front of him. “How much is it this time?”

One side of Clay’s mouth curled up into a thoughtful expression. “Well,” he began slowly, leaning against the doorframe, “I’ve got about five hours of footage and audio to cut down into about fifty minutes, so...”

He gestured vaguely with a pained expression, and you offered him a sympathetic look. “It’s a lot?” you prompted.

He let out a long sigh, weary yet sure as he bit back a wince. “It’s a lot.”

Shuffling a step closer, you reached your hand up to brush your fingers over his cheekbone, gentle and sweet. “You’ll do great,” you said quietly, your eyes curving into crescent moons alight with ardent and honest affection. “You always do.”

Clay leaned in to your warm touch, his eyelids fluttering for a moment as he let out another sigh—an enamoured one, this time. “I love you,” he whispered, sincerity seeping into every letter he breathed.

The fondness of his voice made your heart melt into a sugary sweet puddle in your chest, and you let your hand bury itself into his soft locks. “I love you, too,” you whispered back.

With a warm gaze that made your insides tingle, Clay was dipping his head, and you let your eyelids fall shut as you let your mouth part ever so slightly. A second later, his lips were pressed against yours, plush and loving as you felt yourself smiling into the kiss, his hot breath tickling the side of your cheek. Just a moment later, they broke apart, warm air rushing into your lungs as you flashed him a bright grin.

“Go ahead, now,” you murmured, nudging his shin with your foot. “You’ve got lots of footage to sift through.”

Standing up straight again, he rolled his eyes as he turned on his heel with a dramatic groan. “Why did you have to remind me?” he cried over his shoulder.

You could only laugh in return, waving at him with a jesting bow and grinning at the way he pretended to be offended. You watched as he slunk into the next room over down the hall, pushing the door shut behind him with his arm. With a hint of a smile lining your lips, you hummed to yourself before strolling out of the kitchen and into the living room. Flopping onto the couch with a huff, you settled back against the cushions with a comforted exhale and pulled out your phone once more. You relished in quiet moments like these, even if you would much rather be spending them with Clay. Maybe you would make him a snack or something, just to help him ease up on all his editing.

You had only been sitting for a few minutes when you felt a familiar itch gnaw at the base of your neck once more, and you ducked your head into your elbow to let out a harsh cough. Your chest felt tighter than it usually did, and you furrowed your brows. You had been breathing just fine less than an hour ago. What in the world could be possibly changing that?

As another cough welled up in your mouth, you turned your head, sweeping your gaze across the room. Just as you began sucking in yet another burning breath, a flash of cerulean blue caught your eye, and you froze, your jaw going completely slack.

The window was open.

Everyone had their own asthma triggers, whether it was a cat allergy or some nasty pollution. But for you, having so much as an open window could be more than enough to send your body spiralling into overdrive and straight into an asthma attack.

And by the looks of it, your body was doing just that.

Your lungs felt tight—too tight, almost as if a boa constrictor had snaked up your spine and wrapped around them, constricting them until they were nothing more than two, tiny, trembling slivers in your chest. You let out a choked gasp, then desperately tried to breathe in, only to feel your lungs screaming in protest within the cavity of your chest, fuzzy pain swimming throughout the entirety of your body. your windpipe felt like it had been squeezed into the size of a straw, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you began wheezing. With a hammering heart, you stumbled to your feet, your hand reaching for your pocket with a shuddering cough. Patting against your thigh, you suddenly seized up when you felt nothing pressing up against your palm. That was when it hit you.

You had left your inhaler upstairs in the bedroom, back when you were feeling better than ever just a couple of hours prior.

You half wanted to cry out of both amazement and agony—how ironic was it that you would have an asthma attack the one time you didn’t have your inhaler on you?

You could practically hear the blood rushing through your ears as you took a shaky step forward, holding yourself upright as much as possible as you tried to remain calm. Or, as calm as you could when you couldn’t breathe. It would take too long for you to go all the way upstairs and grab your inhaler—there was simply no way you would even be able to make it that far.

Luckily for you, you knew just where to find another one.

Striding as quickly and steadily as you could on your shaking legs, you pressed your way out of the living room and down the hall, breathing as deeply as possible despite just how narrow your airway felt. You coughed again, the inferno ripping through your lungs like a raging beast as you grasped at the wall for support. It was like someone had sat on your chest, pressing down like an iron anvil slamming into the earth from a cliff.

It hurt.

You could feel the back of your eyes sting more and more with each desperate gasp for air you took, and your entire body felt like it was about to collapse beneath your . You nearly sank with relief when you finally reached Clay’s door, your knees buckling like a newborn fawn’s. With a muffled choke, you wrapped your hand around the door handle and twisted it, pulling it back as hard as you could. The door slammed into the opposite wall with a reverberating thud, shaking the floor with a low creak.

In front of his desk, Clay jolted at the sudden sound, ripping off his headphones as he spun around in his chair to face you. “[Y/N]?” he said, confusion clouding his face. “What’s wro—”

You cut him off with another cough, the flames licking at your throat with a burning vengeance as you frantically gestured toward your neck. An instant later, you were sinking to the ground, wheezing for dear life. That was all it took for Clay to come barrelling out of his desk chair and across the room to your side, one hand already digging itself into his pocket.

“Oh, crap, okay,” he rambled in a panicked rush, pulling an inhaler out of his pocket. “[Y/N], please look at me. I’ve got a rescue inhaler here.”

Forcing your head up to meet his frenetic gaze, you could feel tears brim along your lashes, opening your mouth for him. Not even a split second later, he was gently pushing the inhaler past your lips, one hand carefully gripping the plastic while the other reached for your hand.

With a quivering voice, he slipped your hand into his. “Ready, set, breathe, baby.”

He pressed down on the top of the inhaler, and immediately, you were sucking in a harsh, aching breath. Almost instantaneously, you felt a cool mist of medication spray against the back of your mouth, your throat relaxing the tiniest bit as you exhaled. A few seconds later, he was pressing down again, and you were inhaling as much as you could. For a few minutes, they stayed like that, your hand squeezing his as tightly as possible as you took breath after agonizing breath, your lungs working beyond belief. You weren't keeping track of how much time had passed, focusing only on the simple act of breathing and the feeling of your lungs slowly expanding in your chest. Every so often, you let out a tiny whimper, and he would reassuringly squeeze your hand in his, his emerald eyes filled with an intensity you rarely got to see.

At long last, you tapped thrice at Clay’s hand wrapped around yours, and in a flash, he was pulling the inhaler from your lips and letting it rest in his lap, his eyes desperately scanning your face. Your chest felt like it had just been unraveled from a wound-up ball, and you leaned forward the tiniest bit, your palm pressing against the ground to stabilize yourself.

“Clay,” you whispered, your throat feeling raw and your voice coming out with a slight rasp.

His name was only about halfway out of your mouth when he was wrapping his arms around your shoulders, the warmth of his hands soaking into your skin. “[Y/N], are—are you okay? Does your chest hurt? Does it still hurt when you breathe?”

You took in a staggering breath. Then two, then three. After a few long seconds, you lifted your head, flashing him a brighter, calmer smile. “I—I’m okay. Y-Yeah, I’m—” You cleared your sore throat, not missing the way his eyes flashed with concern. “I’m alright.”

His palms were still tense next to your arm. “Are you absolutely sure?”

You reached a hand up to grab one of his, gently prying his fingers into yours with a soft promise. “One hundred percent.”

His eyes focused on yours for a moment longer, then he was sagging with relief, his shoulders finally slumping. “Good. Really good. That’s great, honestly.”

You laughed at his reaction, your heart only just slightly trembling between your aching lungs. “Thank god it’s over. Just, woah, um,” you rambled, your words coming out in a hazy rush. “That was—holy crap, that was so… so...”

He raised his hand, and you suddenly fell silent as he warmly patted your side. “Slow down a bit, baby,” he said gently, his brows sloping downward. “I don’t want your lungs acting up on us, again.”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut for a second before whispering, “That was so scary.”

Just like that, his face was flooded with compassion, and he brushed his thumb over your cheek with a soft croon. “It was. It’s been a while since you last had an attack.” You melted against him, soaking in his every word. “Do you know what triggered it, this time?”

You paused, furrowing your brows before cocking your head. “I, um, there was an open window. In the living room.”

Clay blinked at your . Then, his expression slowly shifted to one of realization, the horror creeping onto his face like a stalking beast. “Oh, god,” he breathed. “I—I opened it when we got home from grocery shopping today. I just thought... it might be nice to have some fresh air, and—” He ran a hand through his hair, anxiety flicking at his head. “I wasn’t thinking. [Y/N], I’m sorry. That was terrible of me, I—”

His voice cracked brokenly as he dropped his head, and you were immediately throwing your arms around him, climbing forward and into his lap with a soothing tone. “No, no, no, Clay, no. Don’t say that.” You pressed your hands to his face and lifted his chin until he was looking at you again with wide, ashamed eyes. “You’re so good to me,” you whispered, “so wonderful in every way. If you didn’t have an inhaler on you, we would have had to call 911, and—”

You shook your head, your lips curving up into a gentle smile as you leaned forward to press your forehead to his. “Clay, you’re the best. Really, I mean it. Don’t think so poorly of yourself.”

For a minute, all was silent. Clay’s lips were parted with what looked like a mixture of awe and admiration, and you watched with surprise as he suddenly tugged you closer to his chest, your chin resting upon his shoulder as he squeezed you tightly. You could feel his breath tickle your ear as he whispered the softest of words into the quietness of the room. “God, I’m just glad you’re safe.” He brushed his lips against the shell of your ear. “You’re too important for me to lose.”

You gulped, your heart somersaulting through your chest and barrelling right through your lungs. You could feel your eyes water the tiniest bit as he rubbed a small circle into the curve of your waist, and you smiled as he nestled your head into the side of his neck.

He always managed to take your breath away in the best way possible.

[lovehearts2021]

I don’t know how I also ended up deleting this post !

I changed a very few things and now I’ll post it again

“Though I’m not sure when I will update this blog , for now i just want to write down some facts about me when I see it in future it will bring me good and sweet memories

1 - Im a female .

2 - Straight , but it comes to heartbeats I don’t care about the gender . Just love and enjoy the sound of it.

3 - I prefer listening to someone’s heartbeat , but don’t mind when they listen to mine ( why should I? )

4 - Definitely earstething , but a good stethoscope is also welcome

5 - I prefer strong and steady beats and good breathing sounds as background

6 - I enjoy listening to my own heartbeat

7 - Once I had a dream where I went to a masquerade party and everyone in there had stethoscopes and were listening to each other , when I woke up my heart was pounding 😆

8 - many years ago the train I was in was crowded and we were like sardines against each other . There was a guy in front of me , tall and good looking and then when I was pushed against his body my ear was right at his heart , I could hear it pounding and feel and listen to his breath sounds too . When the train got empty unfortunately I had to move away from him , when I looked at his face he kinda blushed and smiled . My heart melted and I regret and I didn’t talk to him.

9 - As a kid I used to run with my friends and then one of us would earsteth each other and see who had the fastest heartbeat

10 - once I met a guy who was into heartbeats but he didn’t want to about any other thing other than his heart . It’s ok to talk about it , but there are other things we could have talked about too .

11 - I remember one day I was doing the dishes and one of friends hug me from me behind I could feel her heartbeat against my back

12 - My top 3 men I’d love to rest my head on their chests and listen to their heartbeats are : Ian Somerhalder , Cillian Murphy, Morten Harket ( though he’s in his 60’s 😱 I can’t resist when I see pictures of when he was younger . Time machine , please )

13 - when I was around 17 I wanted to buy a stethoscope but I was too shy to tell my parents I wanted to buy one. So after a few months later my dad was diagnosed with high blood pressure, I bought a sphygmomanometer and a stethoscope as an excuse I wanted to check his blood pressure . He took it from my hands and the first thing he did was to listen to my heartbeat which started to beat so fast . It was a weird feeling having my dad listening to it . 😖

14 - my mother once was telling me how she used to listen to my heartbeat when I was a kid and in fact I remember her ear against my chest and I kinda enjoyed it. So I think my passion about it started from my early days ( and it’s funny because as I got older I couldn’t even think about her putting her ear against my chest . Ew)

15 - there was a time , I was probably 10 or 11 I was so addicted to neck pulses I used to stare at random people’s necks looking for their pulses. It’s weird when I come to think of it now

I guess these are a few facts about me , maybe some other day I should write a few more

But for now that’s it …”

[dinosaurtsukki]

dating the port mafia’s medic

a/n: basically headcanons of port mafia members dating one of the organization’s medics who happen to be you. i just thought this would be cute and i’m craving fluff. also these are,,, really long.

feat. akutagawa, chuuya, and odasaku

akutagawa ryuunosuke:

you were the doctor that mori specifically assigned to him to help with his lung condition

even though akutagawa was supposed to have regular, weekly sessions he’d only come in like,, twice a month and that was after you texted mori that he hasn’t been visiting you

akutagawa isn’t all too comfortable with the fact that he has to take off his shirt so that you could put him in an x-ray gown or when you need to listen to his breathing with a stethoscope

but you’re incredibly patient with him and also the pay is good so you persist

at one point during one of your sessions, akutagawa grumbles about having to come to the clinic when he just wants to live long enough to make dazai proud

and you’re like ‘is that so?’

“personally, i’d feel kind of sad if you had to die so early”

that kind of gets akutagawa thinking. he can tell by the way you said it that you had no ulterior motives behind it

akutagawa: but,,, i'm your most troublesome patient

you: oh my god you think you're troublesome ??

you start to rant abt all the patients you had to treat before who didn't believe in vaccines or got their elbows stuck in weird places

akutagawa finds your stories really entertaining so he ends up enjoying and willingly going to his sessions with you

after that first fight with atsushi, you ended up taking care of akutagawa and patching up his body 

literal days of you just being at his bedside, worrying and hoping that he'll wake up and then you suddenly realize that maybe you have feelings for him

when akutagawa regains consciousness, he finds that he doesn't entirely hate the situation he's in because he gets to see you more often

he likes listening to more of your stories while you sit at his bedside. eventually he opens up with stories of his own (most of them are abt his missions so yeah)

akutagawa begins visiting your clinic more and one day he comes in even though he doesn't have a session and then agonizes over why the heck he did that

good guy senpai chuuya is basically all 'idk are you in love or something?'

to akutagawa it's utterly unacceptable and he hides his feelings for so long until you're the one who decides to confess to him

and to your surprise, he hesitantly asks if maybe you two would like to be in a relationship

you two are awkward about it at first. akutagawa doesn't really know if drinking tea at your clinic could be considered a 'date' but he does like these moments

both of you have pretty hectic schedules since m your patients are also mafia members and you have to be on-call all the time but akutagawa is really understanding

he likes seeing you in casual clothes but he also thinks you look good in a labcoat (he probably borrowed it when you were not looking to try it on)

because akutagawa has grown quite accustomed to your touch and initiates holding hands with you (in private ofc)

he's still not used to the idea of you taking care of him not just as a doctor but as his s/o but it makes a nice change for once

chuuya nakahara:

the first time he met you was after a mission when he was taking one of his subordinates to the emergency room of the infirmary

you were the doctor on-duty that night and the first time chuuya laid his eyes on you he was like 'damn'

who knew the mafia doctors were this hot amirite

ofc you were also kind of starstruck to see mafia executive chuuya nakahara in the emergency room but you had a job to do and a man was losing blood

you: what's his type?

chuuya: uh,, h/c hair, beautiful eyes, labcoat...

you: i mean... his blood type

chuuya's got it bad. after that night he couldn't stop thinking about that cute medic aka you

but he didn't even know what your shifts were so he LOOKS FOR YOUR CASE FILE IN THE RECORDS

it's like he's gonna commit a murder or something but no he's looking for information on you

the guy’s pretty impressed when he looks at your resume and definitely sees why you were hired to be a doctor at the mafia but that only makes him want to see you more

but questions is, how does he make it look like he was just ‘passing by the infirmary’ and not that he’s actively looking for you

tsundere boy is tsundere

because chuuya almost NEVER gets injured in fights and he’s got a reputation for that and now does he get himself injured on purpose just to see you?

well, the opportunity presents itself in the form of him and dazai fighting cthulhu aka lovecraft but we all know its cthulhu 

chuuya wakes up on a hospital bed to you checking in on him and he almost falls off the bed in shock

but then after he gets his bearings he realizes what an IDEAL SITUATION THIS IS

although it’s kind of hard to flirt with someone when you’re in a hospital gown with an IV infusion stuck to his arm

nonetheless, he finally decides to ask you out after his last day of treatment and you’re shocked of course but agree

although your first date ends up being rain-checked because a patient comes in a new mission for chuuya comes up

actually almost all your dates get rain-checked until after a mission, chuuya decides to visit your clinic with a bouquet of flowers just when you get off your shift

chuuya: are... you free?

you: yeah. are... you free?

both of you are too tired for a fancy restaurant date so you two end up at a cozy bar to share a drink

chuuya loves listening to your stories and talking to you. he literally has his chin on his hands listening to how you made a makeshift tourniquet out of your labcoat while you were on the field

both of you are really busy people but chuuya likes to stop by your clinic once in a while

you always have fresh flowers on your table because chuuya brings them for you

sometimes he’ll come home to you already tired and passed out 

oda sakunosuke:

the first time he met you was after a particularly rough mission and you were luckily there at the emergency room to treat him 

this guy had a concussion and needed stitches asap but instead he was asking you to treat his companions first 

you quickly treated him and let him rest and of course the first thing he asks when he wakes up is how everyone else is doing

your intrigued of course because you’ve never met a mafia member who was like him 

the second time you met him, odasaku actually brought someone from the enemy faction along because he didn’t think that leaving him to die was the right choice

he didn’t know if you would treat them because you were loyal to the mafia but you also had your own moral code as a doctor to treat patients no matter who they were

odasaku stuck around the emergency room knowing that it was going to take you hours to treat the man and when you come out, you’re surprised to see him there with a cup of coffee

the two of you end up sitting in the hallway and talking about all sorts of things. you love listening to how odasaku stopped killing so that he can fulfill his dream of being a writer

he on the other hand loves hearing about how you went through the hell that was med school because you were dedicated to saving lives

maybe odasaku doesn’t mind getting injured so much because that means he gets to see you but also you can’t help but feel worried about him

one time, one of the odasaku’s adopted kids gets really sick and the first person he ends up calling is you because he has no idea what to do 

to his relief, you show up right at the curry restaurant and are very much ready to help

odasaku admires how good you are with kids. even though they just met you, they’ve already taken a liking to your calm, sweet presence

you even pull out your stethoscope and let them take turns listening to each other’s heartbeats

until a kid walks up to oda to check his heartbeat and is like ‘uh,,, your heart is beating really fast’

cue all the kids singing “ODA LOVES Y/N, ODA LOVES Y/N”

you look up at oda and he doesn’t look away and now you know

after that day, oda asks if you would like to maybe have a drink with him or visit a cafe and you say that you would love to

odasaku loves to drop by your clinic because he’s such a caring boyfriend and he knows how stressed you are from your work

he even comes by in the morning to bring you your coffee and he memorizes your order

▸ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ┈┈┈┈ 🎕 ◂

taglist (check out my post for details on being part of my taglist): @waitforitillwritemywayout @atsumu-brainrot​ @laure-chan @goodfoodxoxoxo ​ @guardianangelswings @ah-kaashi​

[ynsimagines]

Supergirl: B!D’s Lupus Checkup Request.

Ever since you were diagnosed with Lupus your life had changed a lot. There are so many appointments you have to go too and so much medication you have to take. Luckily Winn had made you a chart of all the medications you had to take and when. 

Today you’re going into the DEO to have Alex draw your blood like she promised she would. When you slowly arrived at the med bay due to your stiff joints your eldest sister was already there waiting for you. “Hey kiddo.”

“Hi I’m ready to get poked.”

She looked at you sympathetically before helping you up on the bed, “I promise I’ll be as quick as possible.” 

Alex put on some latex gloves and had you lie down before tying the rubber around your arm. You looked away as she started preparing the needle. Your sister had enough experience she was able to stick you without causing any pain. However, you made the mistake of looking at your arm seeing the vile of blood get filled up made you feel woozy. 

“Woah sweetheart, hang in there I’m almost finished,” she said pulling the needle out, she grabbed a cotton ball and applied pressure to the area. 

“Feeling any better?” Alex asked as she put a band aid on. 

“I’m still dizzy,” you said.

“Okay, stay still kiddo,” You did as you were told.

“I’m gonna get you something to drink,” Your sister said as she briefly left the room. She came back with water and a juice box to help bring up your blood sugar. She helped you sit back up and directed you to slowly drink both. Once you were done you tried to get off the bed, but Alex stopped you. “Not so fast kiddo, I wanna check your vitals.”

“Really?” you groaned. 

“Really.” Alex got out her stethoscope placed it in her ears before holding it up to your chest. “Deep breath in,” she said as she listened for anything abnormal sounding.

“Heart and lungs sound good,” She said now checking your blood pressure. 

“Any new symptoms lately?” 

“Just the usual ones,” you shrugged. 

“Is the medication helping?”

“Kind of. my joints are still sore, but I guess it helps take the edge off.”

“How are the side effects?” She asked as she took your temperature.

“Manageable.”

She raised an eyebrow like she didn’t believe you, but then the thermometer beeped. “You have a low grade fever,” because of your lupus they were pretty common, but Alex still didn’t want you to be alone even if you insisted you’d be fine. 

“Will Kara be home tonight?” She asked cleaning up.

You shook your head, “She’s working late at Catco.”

“Okay, than I want you to come spend the night at my place.” 

“I don’t wanna be a bother to you or Maggie,” you said.

“You’re not a bother, we’ll have a relaxing night in together,” you were still unsure.

I’ll order your favorite for dinner.”

You sighed, “Okay.” 

“Come on lets go home so you can get some rest,” she said helping you stand up.

“It’s the middle of the day, don’t you still have to work?” You asked confused.

“I’m taking the rest of the day off they can handle things without me,” she said supporting your weight.

She pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Lets go binge Netflix.”

[stevenbasic]

“Wh-wh-where am I..??” I blurted, starting to sit up as I woke, on some strange bed in what looked like my office.

“Shh Shh Shh…” came Morgan’s voice, along with her hand on my chest, holding me back, “You are okay, you are the safe. Relax..."

My mind swirled in confusion. Last thing I remember I had been lap-swaddled by Melissa, in her office, and Morgan had come to take me to an exam room. Did I pass out? I hadn’t been feeling well, still, after my vitamin booster injection late yesterday afternoon, administered by Morgan and another of my APRNs, Vida, and today had been reeling from some upsetting news. It was just coming back to me, as Morgan’s strong hand laid me back down, gently but firmly: my car was gone! Taken, repossessed by my wife! And, with all the construction, the only way to get to my apartment was going to be - oh my god! - up a new little spiral staircase in Melissa’s office.

Settling back in this - what is this? Our emergency cot? - bed, apparently newly set up for me in my office, I felt the stirrings of another panic attack coming on. That’s what happened, right? That’s why I passed out? A panic attack?

“There there, good boy, lay down…” urged my new employee, nurse Morgan, her voice low, husky, “I am here.”

“B-b-but…” I began, eyes looking up at her. She was a handsome woman, big. Blonde, Slavic features, sparkling eyes, dimpled cheeks. A broad face, and broader shoulders, she radiated strength and warmth and jesus christ her tits are enormous. Sitting to my right, next to the low, fold-up cot - she had pulled a chair over - her huge Hungarian bosom hovered right near my face. She was wearing a tight, floral dress, slightly off the shoulder. Her strong arms were bare.

“No buts,” she told me, a stern, matronly sense of care solid in her voice, “You rest. I check you.” Her hand remained on my chest, holding me still. I was wrapped in the thin comforter from my bed upstairs, still, and naked underneath.  Apparently I was not going anywhere.

I was so confused, though. “How did we get here?” I asked, taking the moment to glance around the room. Again, we were in my office. She had closed the blinds to the window, and though it was still - I hoped, not knowing how long I’d been out - morning, the light in the room was low. “a-and weren’t we going to an exam room?”

“This more private,” Morgan replied, “away from the prying eyes, yes?” She smiled down at me, patiently, her right hand now slowly rubbing my chest, her left brushing messy hair from my forehead. “You do not want your girls seeing you…like this?”

Very fucking true.

I noticed the blood pressure monitor stand in the room behind her; a stethoscope hung from her corded neck.

“You are fine, one-twenty-two over eighty-four, only slightly high,” she explained, watching my face. I noticed that my arms had been taken out from under my blanket, apparently to get a reading. So she’d checked my blood pressure, what else had she done? Though I didn’t see our wheelchair, I was assuming I’d been wheeled here while I was unconscious. Right?

Her right hand went to the blanket, to peel it away from my naked chest. “H-hey..!” I exclaimed, clutching it up higher, towards my throat.

“Hush, now, quiet,” Morgan scolded, pausing, “I need to do the physical exam.” She moved again to open the blanket; I gripped it only tighter.

”sh-shouldn’t we have someone else in room?” I tried, thinking of…I dunno. “In case someon-“

“This is private time,” Morgan countered, that slight, confident smile on her lips again. She was moving my hands away, now, “Just you and me…”

Alarm bells, like a distant warning, rang. But did I heed them? Nope. “o-o-okay…” I agreed, putting my care in the hands of this big woman.

Dutifully, she peeled down the blanket a bit, exposing more of my rail-thin chest. Tucking hair behind her ears and silently putting the buds of her stethoscope in, she placed the bell of the stethoscope first on her own skin, her throat. “To warm it up,” she offered with a sympathetic smile, after a couple moments. Then she removed it from herself, covered it with a long, humid breath - hahhhhhhhhhh - to warm it some more, and laid it on my chest. I was quiet myself as she began.

“I can hear your heart,” she smiled, looking down on me, biting her lower lip. I watched her face as she listened, the moment suddenly more intimate. Longer than she needed she took, evaluating my beats, the rushing sound of my valves opening and closing, the “lub dub” of the human heart. “No murmur, no defect, no problem,” she finally spoke, moving the drum a few inches across my chest. “Heartbeat just a little fast,” she reported, her smile curling just a bit, “You are the excited?”

Unconsciously, my eyes had flitted briefly down to her enormous left breast, which was hovering just north of my face. This woman was a pediatric nurse by training, working with premature infants in the past. The things would have been smaller than her tit by threefold, I’d found myself thinking.

Excited?

My eyes were back on her face.

“Breathe deep,” she instructed me, before I could answer, listening to my lungs fill as I complied: breath in, breath out. She moved the scope drum a bit. “Again.” I repeated: breath in, breath out.

“Little lungs,” she said, with a little cluck of tsk-tsk, “weak.  Not big lungs, like me.” At that, her huge chest expanded with a big inhale, stretching the top of her dress even more tautly. My eyes goggled. “Deep breath,” she directed, and once again I obeyed, best I could. Good god! She listened, smiling at my discomfit, and moved on.

She went to pull down my blanket a bit more, and saw me tense again. “I need to listen to the intestine, to the gut,” she explained. Still reeling from watching her huge European chest nearly burst through her top, I gave no argument, and, uh…

Her stethoscope was now on my abdomen, bell-to-belly, and her free left hand still caressed my hair, for comfort. Her attentions, the slow movement of the stethoscope drum again lingered longer than necessary, drifting over my sensitive skin, caressing the lower parts of my stomach and-

Oh god, no.

I closed my eyes, clamping them shut in concentration. Don’t get hard.

“Do you want to know what I did at the Evolution?” I heard her say, as her stethoscope came to rest near my navel, the skin of her hand and wrist warm against my pallid flesh. Vida had explained, yesterday, a bit of Morgan’s history, her experience. After time in the NICU, in her home country (Hungary, if I remembered her application..?) she worked with a research team at Evolution Pharmaceuticals, the company that was soon to begin clinical trials of their new supplement here at our practice. We were being given tons of money and resources for it, from the company and various outside sources, and we needed the cash to stay financially afloat. But already I’d felt its looming shadow blanketing us and I secretly regretted ever getting into bed with them. And it was too late to back out now.

Without an answer from me, Morgan continued. “My job was the care for our littlest study subjects, holding their small bodies in my arms,” she began. Her voice sounded wistful. “They get cold so easy, they need the big woman body, keep them warm,” she said, obviously recalling tender times with her patients, “Some of them heads fit in my hand...” The bell of the stethoscope left my belly.

I was confused, a bit, suddenly. This was a supplement for women, right? Adult women? I opened my eyes and looked up at her. “I, uh, didn’t know Evolution was working with pediatrics, had children in their studies..?”

“Who say anything about children?” Morgan replied plainly,

Removing the earpieces of the stethoscope from her ears, folding the tubing with both hands, she placed the stethoscope to the side.

Before I could reply, ask another question, Morgan was speaking again. She'd turned to the side, a bit, swiveled at the waist and digging into an exam bag she’d brought with her. I took the furtive, covert moment to look at her again, appreciate the size and power of her hourglass torso, sheathed in her tight floral dress.

Stop it stop it stop it, I chastised myself, You're getting hard. The blanket covered me, now, merely from the waist down.

“I have weighed you already,” she told me, immediately bringing me more questions. How did she-?? “Now we must measure you.”

“How much did I w-weigh?” I asked, as a cloth measuring tape came from her bag. I could only picture-

“I held you, on scale,” she said, confirming my fears herself as she stretched the tape over me, head to toe, as I lay prone on the cot below her, “then myself, alone.” She took her measurement, and turned back to me, looked me in the eyes. “You are the 5’3”, 112 pounds. Me 198…”

Gulp. I’m still shrinking.

“…six feet tall.”

The image of this blonde, brute beauty holding me in her arms, weighing us, was too much for me to handle. I began to shiver and think of what her smile would have looked like when she realized-

“Eighty-six pounds,” she affirmed, in her strong Slavic accent, returning the measuring tape to her bag, “39 kilogram. I weigh that much more than you.”

My shivers became trembles as it began to set in, and she watched me as it did. I was still losing weight, height, becoming smaller and weaker, and the size difference between she and I was already terrifying. Morgan - a tall, strong woman - had more than eighty pounds on me, and eight inches. I could only think of Melissa, who was taller still. Twice my weight? More than a foot? If not now, soon? Was that possible??

“Yes,” Morgan spoke, as if answering my silent questions, “you are so thin, so small.” As she gazed down at me her hand glided over my chest, down to my belly in a gentle caress. My loins immediately seized and - good christ, no - my cock surged thick. If she saw it, though, through the thin blanket, she said nothing. “You will need the warming too, soon. Like my other babies.”

She smiled down on me and I gazed up at her with what I am sure was a maelstrom of emotions and feelings plain on my face: fear, confusion, uncertainty. She let them play out, inside me, watching me irrationally imagine myself small like a needy infant, needing to cling to her huge body for heat. My muddled panic electrified the air between us as her huge left breast was slowly coming closer to my face.

“You ask earlier, how you get here?” she enjoined, finally, as my eyes struggled to not just stare at her enormous chest, at the outline of the bra I could see through her top, the extra bulge of breast which it struggled to contain, “how you come from Melissa office, to here?” I could feel the warmth of her breast, her gentle body heat already. “Do you know?”

“I…I…”

I had assumed it was a wheelchair, though…now I remember Morgan holding her arms out to me, when Melissa had stood with me in her own embrace from her couch. I thought of our height difference, my weight. I considered Morgan’s strong, strong arms, her back and shoulders and thighs, and I began to shiver anew, picturing-

“Yes. I carried you like the child in my arms,” she declared, “through hallways, past all.” She watched my face, seemed to be drinking in my shame, savoring it. “The women see, they watch. They see their man being carried, like child, by nurse.”

“M-M-Morgan..?” I stammered, not knowing what I was asking, not knowing what I wanted to say. The massive shelf of her bosom hung over me.

“You are…so little, you must get so cold…” she said, her husky voice dropping lower. I felt her hand reach lower, open my blanket. The cooler space of the room washed over me, settling on my naked hips. I cringed in humiliation as I felt my cock spring free, bobbing hugely in the air above my belly.

“Oooo it is the true!” she suddenly sang, her voice brightening in surprise, “Down here you are not so little, you are the big!” She giggled, a strangely girlish laugh from such a big woman. “Here, I don’t mind the big,” she continued, considering me, looking at me, examining it in all its brutish glory. I grimaced in indignity. The thing had become a beast. Always large, it now seemed to dominate my frame when erect, now that I had shriveled and waned behind it. Thin hips, meager thighs, monstrous boner.

“Man is good small,” Morgan explained, abruptly taking hold of my cock, grasping it by its thickly-veined shaft in her large, strong hand. Stars flashed in my eyes, and I swooned. “But big here is good,” she said, “It take all of your blood, make you dim, like the stupid child.” She began to stroke it, slowly, up and down. “Make it easy for the woman to do this…”

“M-Morgan, no…” I protested, my voice sounding weaker than it should. What was she doing? I was married, she worked for me! Anyone could walk in! And then there was Melissa…. But my objection? I heard it myself, sounding less-than-fervent.

“Shhhh it is the okay,” she purred, the warmth of her body, the soft touch of her hand entrancing me, “Let me give you release. You need woman for that.”

I groaned, shuddered, and lay back silent. I tried to look up into her face but at this point could succeed in nothing but staring up at the undersides of her giant rack, two twin bulges which dwarfed me below them.

“I hear Melissa talk to you, hm? About becoming dependent on woman, surrounded by woman?” she asked, as slowly she took to her task, “She tell you, yes? She tell you how many men like that? How many many men now want the big mommy-woman, fleshy and soft, to be cared for, fed by them. Yes, yes they do…”

Her hand, tender but firm, slid up and down my cock at a perfect, gentle pace…but one with an obvious goal in mind. I could do nothing but lay there, paralyzed, helpless below her bulk and - ‘to be cared for, fed by them’ - picture her breasts, now, naked in maternal, monumental grandeur above me. Each would be larger than my head, and the thought stirred my arousal further. I felt my loins, my belly start to tremble.

“But do you know how many men also fantasy of being held by women in other ways, in ways not so gentle,” she continued, “hurt by women, crushed by women?”

Her huge left breast was now scant moments, centimeters away from my trembling face. I whined, quivering below it, faced by it as the hand working my shaft became more insistent. She held her breast there, letting me appreciate its sheer mass, how it dwarfed my head. “Oh my god…” I heard myself croak.

“Suffocation,” she said, finally, as she slowly lowered her boob down, pressing onto my nose, squashing onto my mouth, my eyes. It eclipsed my cheeks, my forehead, my chin. “Suffocated by woman, smothered by woman?” she breathed, her voice betraying her own deep arousal now, “Is that your fantasy too, little man? Do you fantasy about that?”

As if overcome, finally, herself, she began to jerk me off in earnest now, her hand moving faster and faster.

“Come for me, come my little man,” she ordered, as the soft weight of her huge, pillowy left breast lay now fully on my face, completely covering it, squashing me, keeping me from drawing breath. “Feel yourself tiny, under woman’s giant breast,” she said, unrelenting even as she felt my limbs go rigid, my hands grip the thin cushion below me. My climax was almost there, if I didn’t pass out first. “Feel how easy it be for her to do the smother, crush you,” she snarled, “Feel how easy for her it would be to just make…you…dead.”

With a whimpering groan I came, in a soul-draining explosion, into her hand, my face buried in her tit.

========================================

many thanks to the almighty Joshua67 for the sketch. My god the dude's good.

check out my Patreon for more GITJ goodies, including newer posts.