#heart's medicine: hospital heat

[letsplaypixeldolls]

Ryan Maples

Geek | Playful

#ryan maples #heart's medicine #heart's medicine: hospital heat #cas #ts4 #the sims 4 #snuggford hills save #mine

[homerforsure]

Saw the episode. Ascended to a higher plane. Wrote a small Coda that is as messy as my brain is right now. Bone Apple Tea.

"Heyyyyyy Buck!" Eddie answers the phone with a drawn out salutation that proves Tommy was not lying about him being sent away from the hospital with the good drugs. Or, not lying about the prescription, but about Eddie actually taking them. It wasn't so long ago that Eddie would take enough medicine to avoid being in agony, but never quite enough to actually feel relief. He wouldn't do that for Tommy, however close they are. It's something that Eddie's doing for himself. Buck's stomach was a swarm of butterflies three seconds ago, but that and the floaty happy way Eddie still says his name, has him smiling again in his kitchen.

"Hey Eddie. I, um, I'm sorry to call so late. I just wanted to see how- how you were doing."

"Eh, I'll miss a shift or two. But Doc says I'll be ready to go for playoffs," Eddie answers.

Guilt twists through him, harsh and acidic and Buck says, "Well I'm glad to hear that. They say the team doesn't have a chance without you and your, um, sky dunk." Eddie laughs, giggles really, in reply and Buck says, "I'm sorry, Eddie. I don't know why I did that. I mean- I- I know why. I was jealous of you and- and Tommy-" Buck's heart flips as he says his name and he's afraid the kiss is going to come flying out of his mouth and down the phone line- "But I never wanted you to get hurt like that."

"You wanted me to get hurt different?" Eddie asks, still laughing, but Buck feels stricken.

"No! I- maybe. I don't know what I wanted. I lost my mind for a little bit."

"You were jealous," Eddie repeats.

"Yeah, I was."

A long sigh and Eddie says, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for. I was the asshole. I could have- I knocked you out of your shoe."

"Do you have my shoe?" Eddie asks, more focused than he has been the rest of the conversation. Buck can hear him sitting up on the couch.

"Uh, no. No, I gave it to Chim. He's gonna give it to you when he sees you. And probably make about 50 Cinderella jokes."

"Right. He texted me. I remember."

"I'm sure he'll bring it by sooner if you need it. Or he could give it to Tommy." The flush is there again, hot down the back of his neck. Buck doesn't know how he's supposed to do this. Where is he supposed to keep all of this heat and possibility while he waits for Saturday.

"You don't like him."

"Who? Chim? He's growing on me."

"Tommy," Eddie answers in a tone that says duh. "You can't even say his name normal."

Of course Eddie can hear that. Of course he assumes that's the problem after the way Buck has acted since the moment they met the man. He thanks god that he decided to call instead of driving across town and checking on Eddie in person. His cheeks and his ears are burning like fire.

"He can tell, you know. We both can. He said he's going to come talk to you. Gave him your address. Wants to apologize." Eddie must have settled back down on the couch. He sounds sleepier, his sentences getting shorter and more breathy.

"He did. He um. He came by. We talked it out. I told him you guys didn't have anything to apologize for. I was the one who made it weird."

"So weird," Eddie agrees and Buck laughs. "You guys should be friends. He's awesome and you're awesome and we can all hang out together and it would be..."

"Awesome," Buck finishes. He thinks it might be.

"I forgot you don't know that."

"Know what?" Buck asks, when Eddie's mumble doesn't come with any additional clarification. "Eddie?"

"Hmm?"

"Never mind. Hey, you should get up and go to your bed. Sleeping on that couch is not going to help your ankle heal any faster."

"Tommy said that."

"Tommy's right. Come on."

Eddie groans as he sits up, cursing at Buck in what he thinks is under his breath, and asks, "You talked to Tommy?"

"Yeah, he just left."

"And we're okay? You like him now?"

Buck's blood roars through his ears and he wants to throw up and start laughing all at the same time. "Yeah, I think I do."

"Good."

He breathes through the sudden headrush as Eddie grumbles and hops his way off the couch and down the hall. Buck knows where he's finding his handholds by the echo off the walls and he winces when Eddie takes a misstep and swears again. He thinks for a second that he should be there, that he should help Eddie to bed, but Eddie would never let him. Buck wonders if Tommy would let him. He's wondering about so much now and he never did before.

"Hey, Eds?" The question is out before Buck realizes he's asking it, small and vulnerable, and he wants to claw it back and swallow it down before Eddie notices, but he doesn't have a chance.

"Yeah?"

Tommy kissed me. I want him to do it again.

"No, nothing. Just. I'm sorry. I was out of line."

"You were," Eddie answers. "And I forgive you."

Something settles in Buck then. A piece that had still been sitting off kilter and jamming painfully under his ribs. He takes a deep breath, and joy washes fully over him, calming and centering. He doesn't ask the question again though. He thinks he wants to keep this tiny, glowing treasure to himself. At least for a little while.

"Bring me my shoe back and we'll call it even."

Buck laughs, letting the sound ring out through his apartment and he can hear Eddie smiling on the other end of the phone.

#idk what this is #my brain exited my body several hours ago #it's not the fic i said i was writing in my head that's for sure #7.04 #buck bothered and bewildered #episode coda #911 fic #evan buck buckley #911 spoilers #allison writes

[bebe-benzenheimer]

favorite fandoms game (make seven aesthetics for your favorite fandoms and post one each day)

day five› favorite Video Game

Heart's Medicine

#favoritefandomsgame #heart's medicine #heart's medicine time to heal #heart's medicine hospital heat #heart's medicine doctor's oath #my edits

[delirious-donna]

For You [Hanma Shuji]

an: Pure self-indulgence as I've been sick the past few days and I'll use any excuse to continue my soft Shuji agenda...

pairing: Hanma Shuji x female reader

warnings: fluff, self-ship coded, reader has longish hair with a similar texture to Shuji’s, fluff, bit of a sick fic I guess, domesticity, soft shuji, suggestive if you squint, did I mention the fluff?

He didn’t know what to do. That much was evident from the white noise tumbling inside his head and the empty stare that roamed your apartment. Everything was as it should be, and at the same time, nothing was right.

Shuji hadn’t heard a peep from you in almost two days, and that was unheard of before now. He appreciated that you were not overtly clingy. You didn’t need to know his exact whereabouts at any given moment of the day, but you checked in now and then, and for the first time in his life, he looked forward to those moments. So when you went radio silent except for one cursory message in reply to his attempt at humour that you were ghosting him, worry settled heavily.

The smell was apparent the second he let himself in with the spare key you had gifted him months ago. Until now, he hadn’t had reason to use it, but there was no way he would allow another day to pass without knowing what was going on. Sickness–sweet and sour–lingered in the nose, an unmistakable smell.

What he found huddled in a nest of twisted blankets tugged at a heart he had not long grown to realise existed. A mass of tangled hair obscured most of your sleeping face, though he doesn’t miss the scrunched expression etched across your features. Your skin that peeks from beneath your adorable kitty pyjamas was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he could feel the heat radiating from your body when he closed the distance in two quick strides.

You’re sick. 

The rasp of your breathing indicated something was sitting on your chest, likely a bad cold or some infection, and he doesn’t know what to do with this newfound information. Turning, he raised his glasses atop his head to pass a weary palm down his face.

Cuts, scrapes and bruises are things he can deal with. He is well accustomed to peroxide on rags to clean wounds and disinfect any dirt that might linger inside split knuckles. A raw steak slapped over a swollen eye might be considered a bit of a health hazard these days, but he still swore that nothing reduced the swelling faster. Hell, Shuji was even a dab hand with a needle and thread. He had lost count with how many of his exclusively short list of friends he had patched up to avoid the inevitable hospital questions over the years. He had even sewn himself up from time to time.

Hell, he needed to act. Standing here doing nothing was beginning to sizzle his blood.

You woke from being jostled, the haze of your fever dream preventing the usual fight or flight instinct from kicking in. Craning your neck, you blinked and scrubbed at your eyes. There was no way you were looking up at your boyfriend. No way that he had you cradled in his arms in the most delicate hold you had ever experienced.

“Shuji?” 

“Yeah, princess, it’s me. Need you to sit here f’me, alright?” He rasped, voice affected by some emotion you couldn’t quite place.

Cool porcelain met your backside, your body guided upright until you could manage your equilibrium. Hanma Shuji was here, in your apartment, in your bathroom. Rummaging through your medicine cabinet and looking for god knows what.

A bath. He could at least run you a warm bath and rid you of the smell of sweat and sickness from your pretty skin. Methodically, he worked to fill the tub and added a few splashes of some scented shit that smelled familiar from your cabinet. Shuji dutifully peeled the pyjamas and underwear from your body and threw them in the hamper with a mind to run a load for you if he remembered.

Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe your twisted fever-induced dreams had shifted away from the nauseatingly vibrant images you had experienced only a few hours ago to this muted peaceful scene. It was a nice thought, but no, this was reality and not one you ever thought you’d experience. 

A hand from behind your head came into view, a hand you knew immediately, not just by the stark black kanji inked against golden skin but the length of his slender fingers and the slight yellowish stain from the cigarettes he smoked. He handed you a soapy washcloth, which you gratefully accepted, wiping it across your body and sluffing off the grim that had caked you over the course of the last few days.

It was heaven, pure and simple, and when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Shuji surprised you once more. He gently tilted your head back, your eyes met his, and you smiled in adoration at the concentration evident on his face seconds before he began wetting your hair with the jug you kept on the edge of the bath.

“You don’t have to… Shu, I can take care of my hair once I’m better.”

Shuji clicked his tongue against his teeth in admonishment, but he held back from scolding you further for not trusting him with this small task. He washed his own damn hair, so washing yours wasn’t going to be some impossible task. His fingers worked in the suds of your shampoo into a thick lather, digging deep against your scalp and massaging firmly enough to elicit moans of bliss. 

Normally such noises would make him hard, but right now it only raised a genuine smile. This was possibly one of the most intimate things he had ever done for you. Never mind all those times he had rearranged your insides or made slow, passionate love to you. No, this was on a whole other level, and he liked it–more than he ever believed he would.

You must have dozed off whilst he shampooed and conditioned your hair because the next thing you were aware of was being lifted from the bath and wrapped in a thick fluffy towel that draped past your toes. Shuji returned you to your bedroom but paused in where to deposit you, his nose wrinkled in distaste at the mess of sheets that most definitely needed to be washed and changed. Eventually, he planted your feet on the plush rug by the bottom of your bed, one which his knees were intimately familiar with and helped towel dry your body from head to foot.

“Put these on, baby. Imma strip your bed, do you have another set?” He asked with a kiss to your temple, handing you a clean set of yellow pyjamas with little ducks covering them from your dresser drawer. 

Nodding sleepily, you pointed to the wicker storage box in the far corner before stepping into the pj pants and clumsily covering yourself with the top that bagged just enough that you could truthfully forgo the pants if you wanted.

You watched in amusement as the man known far and wide as both a talented photographer and sometimes enforcer for certain well-connected friends changed your bedding. His tall frame made it easy for him to manipulate the fitted sheet into place and wrangle a clean duvet cover on your kingsize duvet. This shitty task would have taken you nearly half an hour by yourself, but he managed in only ten.

“Need to dry my hair,” you yawned, leaning your face on his bicep and gratefully folding into his body when his arm snaked around your waist. He looked lost again, and you took pity on him. This kind of care was not his forte, but he didn’t know that all of this meant more to you than you could verbalise in your current state.

“I’ll wait for you in the living room. Take your time, alright?” With a final kiss to your forehead, he rounded the door of your bedroom and was gone from sight.

Shuji tried to sit still whilst the sound of your hairdryer filled his ears, but he was never one to sit idly by. He thought back on the times he had been sick as a kid with no one to really care for him and the things he would have wished for. In truth, a hot bath, clean clothes and a full stomach were all he ever wanted.

He was no cook, but he got by. A can of chicken soup caught his attention as he scanned your cupboards and set about warming it up on the stovetop. Your bread was still fresh, and he found butter in the fridge. He could do this. He could be the caring boyfriend when he wanted and though he had never felt inclined before, you were different.

You didn’t blow up his phone looking for sympathy or attention–no–you had tried to tough it out much like he had growing up, and it further sparked the flicker of kindred spirit that he felt about you. He wanted to protect you. There was no sense of obligation, and that made the difference. You were the first person he had loved outside of himself, and you reciprocated unconditionally. 

You took the man he was, the boy he had been and loved every part of him, flaws and all. Shuji could do the same for you, and he vowed that the next time one of you fell sick, you’d be living together and there would be no need to guess that something was wrong.

So engrossed in sentimental thoughts that were still rather foreign to him, Shuji didn’t notice the hairdryer cut off nor the sound of your bare feet padding in search of him. It wasn’t until two small arms wound around his waist that he noticed or acknowledged your presence at all.

“What did I do to deserve you, Hanma Shuji?” You sobbed wetly into the shirt covering his back. Your emotions were overwhelming you, head still stuffy from whatever sickness had beat your ass the past few days, coupled with the domesticity of watching him cook for you. Tears streaked towards your cheeks, and you smushed your face deeper into him in an attempt to halt the flow.

He chuckled whilst continuing to stir the soup. “I know a lot of people that would say you must have been real bad in a past life to have ended up with me as a boyfriend.”

You sniffled and mustered every ounce of strength–barely anything–to smack him for that comment. “Shut up, you ass. Don’t spoil it.”

Shuji turned slowly. The amused expression softening in the face of your soppy, pathetic face that he couldn’t possibly adore any more, and he raised a hand to thumb away your tears. Enfolding you fully into his arms, he cooed softly against your freshly dried hair and smiled at the scent that was uniquely you had returned to your skin.

“I want you to know that I would do anything for you. Not only would I rip apart this entire fucking world if someone dared hurt you.” He enthused before his tone softened with a quiet exhale as if he were about to whisper some unspoken secret. “But I’ll also bathe you when you need the help, and I’ll feed you when you’re hungry. For you, there is nothing too much.”

#delirious writes #hanma x reader #shuji x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma fluff #shuji fluff #soft shuji

[cheegu3]

Hi, I loved your glory based enha fic so much! Please do a part 2 or sequel of it? I want to see why they bully and kiss the mc at same time. Maybe you can make it yandere since you mentioned that it was not?

Honestly I'm new to your blog but love your work so much!

I've gotten many requests like this, so I decided to make a mini series out of it, technically it's my first series to finish so lower ur expectations everyone lol. Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work, welcome & love u !! <3

dc list (all the ppl that requested a pt.2) - @ceeesxy-blog, @roses-and-blue-perennial-salvia, @/anons special thanks to @muminpopz, for giving me the idea to introduce a second character !!

to clarify - my last part was still yandere, that's why they wanted to kiss her, I think I wrote that in my last fic bc it wasn't really mentioned much.

note; I haven't planned the plot 100% so voting will probably be a big part of deciding what happens next, only the first ones to read (24hrs) get to vote but u can still leave your opinions in the comments <3

this is a bit long, I apologize in advance, I am determined to give this an ending now lol

wc; 4.4k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

featuring; yeonjun & soobin (txt)

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, severe bullying, the glory inspired, scars, mentions of forced kissing, mentions of drinking and smoking, trauma, swearing

pt.1

Enhypen - the glory (PT.2)

The irritating fluorescent lights flickering above made you scrunch your nose and turn on your side. Those damn hospital lights reminded you of those moments you'd spent there a couple of years ago, when your mom needed treatment for her illness. They felt eerie, almost like a weakening heartbeat flickering back at you while you stared at them.

Now here you were, back at the hospital again. Your dad had accidentally spotted the burns, poking out from under your shirt as you raised your arms above your head to put something on a shelf. Wishing you'd been more careful was useless now as you looked at the sleeping form of your dad slumped over the dreary hospital bed.

Your bullies had no idea you were in the hospital, but surely they'd be notified soon enough. There was no way your dad would let this thing go after seeing how badly they left you. He had dried tears on his hollow cheeks that made your heart twist painfully in guilt.

Although it wasn't your fault at all, you didn't want to be a burden to him. He already worked more than his body could handle, constantly stressed with the increasing workload his company gave him.

'' Miss, y/n? ''

You sat up straight at the sound of a nurse. She approached your bed with a sympathetic smile on her face, and you felt bad for her too. She looked young, too young - had you scarred her as well with your injuries? They weren't very nice to look at after all.

'' Yes? '' you whispered, eyes fleeting briefly to your dad sleeping to let the nurse know not to wake him up.

'' We've administered some soothing cream and medicine in case the pain gets too unbearable. If you wish, you may go home now. ''

You nodded. '' Thank you. ''

You reached out your hand and gently pat your dad. He grunted and slowly got up, stretching his sore neck as he slowly started waking up. He looked at you questioningly instead of asking what was wrong.

'' They said I could go home. ''

He sighed, maybe a bit louder than he had intended to because a look of regret flashed across his face, hurriedly he assured you, '' I wasn't worried about the bills, honey. ''

You knew he was but you didn't say anything. The promise of your warm, comfortable bed waiting at home was enough for you to stay quiet, even during the whole ride home.

Hearing the additional quiet sighs of your exhausted dad behind you when you hurried to your bedroom, made another pang of guilt hit you. But this time you ignored it too - another more important thought was filling up your mind now.

What would happen at school tomorrow?

You slipped under the heated covers and as a result of the long day, you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

*******

You were one of the earliest students to arrive this time. Taking your designated spot at the back of the class, your head naturally fell into your arms as you yawned off the morning grogginess.

Before you left that morning, your dad had given you a smile and told you that, ' If those punks give you trouble again, call me '. But he had said so while balancing both his files and a cup of nearly spilled coffee, along with a laptop tucked under his arm. You'd seen him for maybe a few minutes before he disappeared off to work again.

You smiled a bit melancholically, knowing that if trouble did arise you wouldn't call him. Hopefully you wouldn't have a reason to do so anyway; maybe they'd be more gentle with you since they gave you such a harsh punishment last time.

The bell rang, startling you and making you raise your head. The class was pretty much full now. By instinct your eyes dart to where they always sat. Surprisingly, they were all in their seats but didn't seem to be paying you too much attention.

A few of them looked sleepy, slumped over their desks like you had been just a minute ago. The others had dark circles under their eyes and stared blankly towards the blackboard.

Rough night? They almost looked like they'd been out partying. You scoffed. It wouldn't shock you if they had; they sometimes smelled of smoke as they'd kiss you in the gym, so you wouldn't put it past them to drink during a school night too.

'' Good morning, class! '' the teacher's cheerful voice cut through the room.

The tired students responded back but in a much less bright tone.

'' We have a new student today. A transfer from Ansan. ''

The murmur from the usual chatty students stopped, and it became dead quiet. Just then the classroom door slid open and a tall, very good-looking guy crouched to get in.

'' This is Soobin, please introduce yourself. '' the teacher smiled.

'' Hi everyone, I'm Soobin. Nice to meet you. '' he said solemnly.

He sounded a bit shy and he didn't keep eye-contact with the students for long, eyes dashing anxiously from person to person while he clasped his hands together.

When his eyes landed on you, you smiled politely. Based on first impressions alone, it was clear as day to anyone that this guy didn't seem like a bully, so you wanted to be nice to him.

It's not easy being new, you knew that very well when you had to transfer during the second part of the first year. Back then, there weren't any people like you that would want to take care of the newcomer, like you wanted to take care of Soobin - and that's how you became their target. You couldn't let that happen to this guy.

'' You can take the seat next to y/n, that one in the back. '' you heard the teacher say.

You smiled again, that would certainly make things a bit easier as he would be sitting closer to you than your bullies. The part where you actually had to try to become friends was harder. You couldn't remember the last time you had a friend.

Soobin cautiously walked over to his seat, keeping his eyes down the whole time. He looked even taller up close, and he barely fit in his seat which made you snort quietly to yourself.

The teacher turned her back and started writing on the board as the murmur returned again. You fiddled nervously with your fingers before finally turning your head to him, determination shining in your eyes.

He must've seen you do so in his peripheral vision because he looked at you too, his bunny-like eyes growing twice its size.

'' Hi, I'm y/n. ''

'' Yeah, she...uh said so. '' he gestured to the teacher and then seemed to cringe at himself.

You let out a light laugh, maybe you were both equally awkward.

'' I guess she did. '' you gave him a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes. It had been a long time since you'd smiled in that way.

'' I'm Soobin. '' he seemed to relax when he saw your smile, a small one played on his own lips as he observed you timidly.

'' I know, she said that. '' you teased back.

He chuckled and you thought you saw him blush before he turned to pick up his notebooks from his backpack. You did the same, starting to copy the material from the board.

'' Hey, is it- okay if I eat lunch with you later? I know it's a weird thing to ask, but I don't really have anyone. '' he quickly rambled after you had been taking notes for some time.

'' I mean, you don't have to say yes if you already have someone you're eating with I just thought I'd ask. ''

A shy pout formed on his lips, seemingly indicating that he felt that he had embarrassed himself again. But you found it cute.

'' No, that sounds perfect. I don't really have any friends either. '' you admitted.

'' Oh. ''

'' It's okay. '' you laughed.

And then the two of you continued studying, while the sweet promise of having someone to finally eat lunch with was circling inside your mind.

*******

When the bell rang, you quickly packed up your things and waited for Soobin outside. You were slightly scared that if you were one of the last ones to leave, then your bullies would catch you red-handed and see your newfound friendship, prompting them to do something to the new student.

Soobin looked happy walking by your side, completely oblivious to all the stares and whispers that followed the two of you. He was even humming something, moving his head slightly all the way through the queue in the cafeteria to the walk to your table.

You chose one that was out of sight from the entrance, just in case they'd eat today. They often didn't - being from snobby rich families and all, they were grossed out by the cafeteria food and would usually drive home during lunch or go out to a restaurant together.

Someone must've told them about you and Soobin however, because you suddenly heard the table next to you gasp and gossip.

'' Why are they eating here today? ''

One of the girls glanced towards you, and when the others noticed, they all looked at you. Soobin looked confused, he stopped midway with his mouth open and his chopsticks carrying the food dropped it clumsily.

They giggled at him. But you couldn't even find humour in something like that when you had a bad feeling in your stomach. They were probably right when they looked at you as the answer to their question.

But why? Why would this make them angry? What would they do to Soobin now?

'' Hey, y/n. ''

You raised your head cautiously, dreading to see them. The fact that they seemed so out of it during the lesson shouldn't have made you feel so confident that it meant they'd avoid you all day.

Jake was the one who stood slightly in front of the group, the others gave threatening glares to students that looked like they wanted to intervene, making them hurriedly scurry away.

'' Yes? '' you couldn't hide the irritation in your voice.

'' What do you think you're doing? '' Jake cocked an eyebrow and then his attention was caught Soobin who was peacefully eating.

Your bullies seemed to assess him from head to toe which made the poor new student look very uncomfortable, causing him to squirm in his seat and clear his throat.

'' Eating lunch? '' you snarkily respond and then attempt to go back to eating while ignoring them.

You heard a scoff.

'' Did we say you could do that? '' Jay sneered, looking down at you.

Your cheeks started heating up and you turned your head as it started to show. The whole thing being done in front of Soobin made it feel ten times worse. Had you now lost a potential friend because they wanted to embarrass you like this on his first day?

You were about to respond but were interrupted by them all abruptly moving to squeeze in next to you and Soobin. The two of you exchanged confused looks.

'' We just wanted to join, can we not do that? '' Sunghoon winks to the flustered new student, who nods hesitantly.

But your lack of answer didn't satisfy them. Heeseung who sat closest to you, rested his hand on your exposed thigh as his eyes held a non-spoken warning in them.

'' Of course. '' you respond flatly, earning a satisfied grin from him.

It felt like you were holding your breath all throughout that excruciatingly long lunch. They'd never eaten with you before and it became clear quite quickly that the reason they did so today wasn't because of you - but, because of Soobin.

All throughout, their focus was on him and not you. It made you feel uneasy, like they had something up their sleeves. The new student was asked questions enthusiastically, which he answered happily as he slowly got out of his shell more and more. But you noticed the looks and the smirks they shared when he wasn't looking. Problem was that any time you'd try to warn Soobin, that hand would return back to your thigh. Heeseung didn't need to say anything, you knew not to test it. Still you hoped you'd have the chance to warn him later.

The reason why was because the way they treated Soobin on his first day made you get a horrible sense of deja-vu. In an instant you were transported back in time to your very own first day.

*******

You overheard girls talking in the halls while waiting for the teacher outside the classroom; about some guy they had hooked up with.

'' Are you fucking stupid? '' one of the girls sudden aggressive outburst made you perk your ears up without meaning to.

You didn't exactly have anything else to occupy your bored mind with while waiting anyway, so you eavesdropped a little.

'' Lee Heeseung? You hooked up with the Lee Heeseung? ''

Shifting your weight and turning over while pressed against the wall, you tried to get a good look at the poor girl who seemed to have gotten taken advantage of.

'' He's a known fuckboy and player. '' the angry one continued.

The girl you assumed was the topic of conversation shrugged, but she had a slight sad frown on her face.

'' I thought that...maybe I could change him. ''

The two others girls erupted into shrill laughter. You couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her despite her bad decisions. The teacher interrupted just as you were about to ask them about the guy, so you could avoid him.

'' Y/n? Are you ready? ''

You grimaced and nodded, giving one last look at the girl before following the teacher into the classroom.

Immediately a small pang of panic hit you. It wasn't empty like you'd expected, in fact - pretty much every single chair was filled with a student.

'' Good morning, class! '' the teacher's cheerful voice brought you back to reality.

You just had to introduce yourself and then the danger was over. You could spend the rest of the day glued to your desk, not talking to anyone and when lunchtime would hit, the convenience store across the school was your best bet.

'' We have a new student today. A transfer from Seongnam. ''

'' This is y/n, please introduce yourself. ''

You looked at the teacher, slight panic evident in your eyes. Clearing your throat you stepped forward a few steps.

'' Hi everyone, I'm y/n. Nice to meet you. ''

Your anxiety slowly started dissapating when a few students answered back politely and you released a breath you didn't know you'd been holding in.

'' You can take the seat next to Heeseung, that one in the back. '' you heard the teacher say, she was gesturing towards the back right of the classroom where a bunch of guys were huddled over one table, too busy talking to register what the teacher had said.

You obediently walked over there and tried not to make a scene when you put your things on the chair that was closest to the table they were all gathered around.

To your dismay, the owner of the popular table had noticed you in the corner of his eye. He quickly waved everyone away and then focused his attention on you.

It was very hard to ignore.

'' Hey, sweetheart. ''

No matter how hard you fought back to not show any reaction, your face scowled at the sound of his nickname, earning an abrupt laugh from one of the boys.

You were sure this meant bad news for you, a guy like that wouldn't want to be humiliated in front of his whole friend-group, so you quickly gave him a sheepish smile.

'' Yes? ''

Your innocent tone made his eyes narrow as more of the boys laughed. The longer you kept eye-contact, the more you felt him openly glare with something you couldn't quite explain glinting in his brown gaze.

Before he could embarrass himself in front of his friends further, he stood up so suddenly that the chair underneath made a loud screeching noise. To you surprise, everyone minded their business which was very different from your last school where everyone was nosy and the sound would've immediately made people whip their heads around in curiosity.

He dragged the chair as close as he could to next to yours, so close that the material was slightly pushing into your bare thigh.

Your eyebrows knit together as you watched him sit down. It was way too close for your comfort; you could even smell his cologne and the fact that it was so obvious it was an expensive one made you immediately annoyed.

He leaned in now, being just a few inches above your ear and most likely shielding you from his friends.

'' Do you know who I am? ''

Your loud scoff for answer seemed to enrage him even more. His much larger hand found your wrist and easily trapped it in a painful grip.

'' No, sorry. '' you hurriedly answer, feeling a lot less brave now, your wrist was already starting to hurt.

'' I'm Heeseung, remember that. ''

In your scared state, your head seemed to move on its own, rapidly nodding obediently. A victorious smirk appeared on his face before he finally retreated, dragging the chair behind him back to the group.

You dreaded the sound of the bell ringing. Predicting that he'd be standing right outside the classroom waiting for you with his friends. It was a long shot, but you tried taking the other door.

'' Hee? ''

You gasped, bumping into a taller male's chest. When you backed away and looked up, you cursed under your breath - it was one of his friends.

It seemed that they had thought of the possibility of you attempting to flee. The thought made your cheeks turn red.

Heeseung joined his friends who'd been guarding the door you tried to escape out of. Looking down at you very arrogantly, as if he could read your face and your thoughts, knowing you were flustered.

'' Did you try to run away? '' he snickered, putting his hands in his pockets and tilting his head at you.

It had the effect you were sure he wanted, you felt mocked and avoided his eyes.

'' Sorry. ''

He hummed before you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist again.

'' Let's go. ''

You went with them without protesting. Although you feared where they were taking you, you feared speaking and potentially getting on their nerves because of it, way more.

They were quiet the whole way, which seemed to never end. You passed by many classrooms, the cafeteria and walked down the loneliest and darkest corridor; yet they only spoke when the ones in front of the group seemed to come to a halt in front of a double door.

'' Open it. '' you heard one of the ones behind you say.

The tallest of the group, who was in front, unlocked it instantly and the lock fell to the floor in a loud thump. He pushed it open all the way, revealing a very large gymnast hall.

'' Why did you take me here? ''

It had become quite clear very fast that these people weren't someone you should mess with, and they were pretty high up on the school's hierarchy judging by the way no one interfered; instead pretending like they didn't see you pass by.

You made a quick guess that whenever they needed something, like the perfect place to do something bad to someone without others hearing - they were given it in one way or another. Maybe some poor student had been forced to get the keys from the teacher just to satisfy them.

'' Go sit over there. ''

Your head follow the voice. It was a pretty tall guy who was undeniably very handsome, from his silver hair and defined eyebrows to his deep voice, everything about him was pretty attractive.

It made you wonder what he wanted with you.

You didn't ponder on that thought long however, moving in a haste again to make sure they didn't get angry. Jumping up on the plinth he had pointed at, you watched nervously as they all approached the stairs leading up to a stage that your back was facing.

Without them needing to tell you to, you automatically turned around just in time for them to form a half-mood around you. Trying to read their faces was very difficult as they all looked at Heeseung who was sitting straight across from you, staring right back.

'' Why did you take me here? '' you try to ask again.

'' Well...I- we like you '' he answered simply, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'' What? '' you say dumbfoundedly.

'' I was trying to hit on you earlier, I don't know if you noticed. '' Heeseung bit down hard on his lip to stop himself from smiling.

'' But being nice didn't really work on you, did it? ''

'' We realised that with you, we need to use more extreme methods. '' a new voice said, one of the ones that hadn't said a word to you yet, who had strawberry blond hair and a soft voice.

'' Wh-What do you mean by that? '' your eyebrows knit together as your eyes darted anxiously between the two closest to you, being prepared to run if you had to.

'' I'm Sunghoon. '' the silver haired-boy said, ignoring your question.

'' I'm Jake. '' said the guy next to him.

Your gaze naturally averted to him. He looked like an innocent puppy, you wondered why he was friends with people like Heeseung. But when your eyes locked, he winked at you and you got your answer, face quickly turning into a grimace of disgust.

'' I'm Ni-ki. '' the tallest one said.

'' I'm Sunoo. '' the gentle one said, catching you off-guard when he flashed a big friendly grin.

'' Jungwon. '' the one closest to you on the other side said grumpily, not even bothering to look at you while saying it.

His red hair that seemed to be fading, was a perfect match to his personality, the whole time he looked like he was in a sour mood.

'' I'm Jay. '' the one furthest from you said.

He looked like a pretty scary guy, dark hair that was cut in a way that framed his sharp features.

'' That's everyone. Don't forget their names, okay? '' Heeseung spoke up last, tilting his head while smiling slightly at you.

Your voice didn't seem to work, you felt frozen in your spot, like you were glued to the plinth underneath you.

'' Can you not speak? ''

You saw anger flash across his face which only made your panic worse, but you couldn't get a single word out despite it, only a string of stutters and incomprehensible words left your mouth.

'' Do you want me to help you? ''

Not even registering that he had gotten up from his seat, you were taken by surprise when his rough hands grabbed either side of your face as his lips devoured you.

You tried to scream or turn your head so he couldn't have access to your mouth, but it was to no avail. Eventually your hands fell limp. All you could do was pray that it would end quickly, while your whines of protest were muffled by his hungry lips.

When he pulled away, he had a cocky smile on his face.

'' Get used to this. '' were his last words you heard before they left, forever engrained in your mind.

And that was how it started. No matter how much it happened, which was pretty much every other day after school at this point - it still didn't get easier, your clothes always got stained with tears. Their voices didn't help calm you down when you'd see the obvious desire in their eyes. They were like a hungry pack of wolves, just waiting for their turn with the prey

*******

The school bell rang after about half an hour, instantly snapping you out of your daydream. Your bullies said their goodbyes and then left, with one last look at you. But you shrugged it off and immediately leaned over the table to talk to Soobin.

'' Don't trust them, please! They might be all nice and sound like they actually want to be your friend but they're horrible bullies and- '' you hesitated before pulling up your sleeve to reveal the marks they'd left on you. '' They did this to me! Trust me...they're not good people. ''

Soobin's eyed widened in horror and his hand slightly twitched, as if he was either holding back the urge to clench his fist in anger, or resisting the urge to reach out and gently touch your wounds.

'' I'm sorry. '' was all he said after some time of silence.

You smiled a bit apologetically, pulling down the sleeve again. He seemed sweet and you didn't want to cause him distress for no reason, it just felt a lot more impactful if you showed him to make him believe you.

'' It's okay, I'm sure you didn't know. They're quite charming at first, that's how they get you. ''

'' I'm a bit offended that you thought I fell for it though. '' Soobin snickered.

'' What? ''

'' You think I believed all that bullshit, right after they spoke to you very passive-aggressively and basically shot daggers my way? ''

'' Uh...well, yeah? ''

He laughed heartily and stood up, you following as he threw the trash off his tray away.

'' That actually makes me feel a bit better. '' you mumblingly confess.

The pair of you walked together to class and spent the next few lessons and breaks together as well, surprisingly unbothered by your bullies this time since you were with someone for the first time in a long time.

At the end of the day when the bell rang, Soobin asked to hang out. He said he wanted to introduce you to his older brother and said he had something to talk about. You reluctantly agreed, but were on guard the whole taxi ride to his house since he was still a stranger.

His house was pretty big, located close to where the richest families in the country lived. He however claimed he wasn't rich; that it was his step-father that was pretty well off, but they didn't have a good relationship so he didn't spoil him.

'' Who are you? ''

You stared at the older male leaning against his desk. His eyes narrowed as they bore into you. Then they shifted to his younger brother who immediately straightened up.

'' It's my new friend, y/n. ''

'' Okay? ''

'' Yeonjun, please be a bit nicer. She needs our help. '' Soobin begged.

A puzzled expression overtook your face as you tugged on his sleeve.

'' What do you mean? ''

'' I will help you take them down. '' he said, a smirk slowly creeping up on his lips. '' Every, single one of them. ''

-

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Sick Kurapika please🥹

WARNING: smut under the cut, creampies, hickies

It was just a cough, nothing really to be worried about. At least, that’s what Kurapika kept telling himself as he continued work.

‘Can’t get worried over a little cough. I’ll take some vitamins when I get back to the hotel…’

But the next morning, his cough turned into an awful cold. He had a runny nose, a fever, and a barking cough. Kurapika cancelled any plans he had for the next few days and called Leorio.

And Leorio called her.

The blonde laid in bed, absolutely miserable. He didn’t have the strength to get up to eat, going to buy himself some medicine was out of the question.

‘It should get better with time, I’ll just sleep it off…’

That’s what he thought before his hotel door opened. Kurapika sat up, wondering who the hell had a key to his room.

“(Name)?”

There she was, standing in the doorway, carrying a few grocery bags in her arms. “Hey, Pika. Leorio told me you were sick, so I came as quick as I could.”

He could feel his heart thump against his chest. He’d specifically asked Leorio NOT to tell her, knowing that she would come and possibly get sick too.

“I brought medicine, snacks, ingredients for chicken noodle soup, some high electrolyte drinks-“

“You should go, (Name).”

She tilted her head, setting down the grocery bags in the small kitchenette. “Why? I just got here.”

He played with his blanket, looking down. His cheeks were a faint pink, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the fever or because the woman he had a huge crush on was here to take care of him. “I… I don’t want you to get sick.”

She hummed, before walking over and standing next to him. He gave her a inquisitive glance when she leaned closer, then quickly pecked his lips.

“(N-Name)!?”

His face went red, the girl giggling. “Well, now it’s almost impossible for me to NOT get sick. Can I stay?”

Her face had heated up as well, and when she was looking at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes it was hard to deny her. “I guess it’s alright. But…”

She blinked. “But what?”

“But I’ll need another kiss.”

She grinned bashfully, giving him another kiss, this one reciprocated by the blonde. “How about another?”

“Please.”

After a few heated kisses, (Name) walked away to get started on the soup and prepare his medicine. Kurapika is as on cloud nine, fingertips pressed against his lips to try and keep the feeling of her lips on his.

———————

“Pika.”

He turned his head, cheeks pink.

“Pika, look at me. It’s just some cough medicine, you c-“

He shook his head rapidly. (Name) sighed. “It has a spider on its logo. I c-“

When he opened his mouth, she shoved the spoon full of medicine in we fast as she could, the blonde coughing as he choked it down.

“Ack, you didn’t have to do that! Yuck…”

He swatted her hand away, eyes narrowing as she sat next to him. “Yes I did. Your fever went up again, and if you didn’t take something I’d have to take you to the hospital.”

Kurapika twiddled his thumbs, looking down with a pout. If he wasn’t being so frustrating, (Name) would find him cute.

In the past hour, the blonde had gone from sweet and grateful, to a brat. She knew he was in pain, and the fever was making him a little delirious, so she didn’t fault him for it.

“Hate spiders…” he mumbled, crossing his arms.

“I know, Pika.”

“They’re gross.”

“Yes, you’ve said that many times. You can lay back down now.”

She kissed his forehead before tucking him in and heading back to the kitchen to check on the soup she was cooking.

He watched her go, eyes hazy and mind fuzzy from his fever. “Got a really cute butt, (Name)… wanna squeeze it.”

She stopped at this, turning her head to look at the blonde. His gaze was different, eyes half lidded as they stared at her ass. “P-Pika!?”

He blinked sleepily. “Hmm..? Your breasts too, look so soft…”

He yawned before turning over and drifting off to sleep.

Poor (Name) was stuck standing in the kitchen, her face hot as she wrapped her arms around herself. Now she was feeling hot and bothered.

‘He wants to… touch me?’

——————

Kurapika felt something cool drape over his forehand, the blondes eyes fluttering open to see (Name) hovering over him.

“(Name)?”

She smiled at him, seemingly moving something around on his forehead before pulling away. “Sorry for waking you, Pika. You were getting warm again, so I got a wet rag to help cool you off.”

He nodded slowly, smiling weakly. “Thank you, (Name). I’m already feeling some relief from the heat.”

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “My angel, you’re too kind to me. Even when I’m being… unreasonable.”

His lips pursed slightly, before he began to kiss each of her fingertips. “Won’t you… help relieve me of my more intimate heat, love?”

He looked up at her through his eyelashes, smirking when he saw her flustered face. “W-what do you mean by that, Pika?”

He smiled against her palm. “You know what I mean, (Name). I know you’re not stupid, you can’t be oblivious to my advances.”

She did know what he was talking about. Besides him blatantly stating he wanted to touch her earlier, he’d been very… touchy the last few months. His touch lingered, eyes following her figure when she visited.

And she didn’t dislike it, no in fact (Name) quite liked his attention being on her.

“…”

She shyly glanced at him, slowly climbing into the bed to lie next to him. “Is that really what you want, Pika?”

His hands went to her waist immediately, pulling her flush against his body. “Yes, more than anything.”

She poked her lip out, thinking it over. She could feel his hard on poking her tummy, his lips moving to press kisses to her neck.

(Name) moved to sit in his lap, resting her butt against his bulge. “Pika, sweetheart, I doubt sex will help you feel any better. In fact since you’re sick, that kind of thing might strain-“

She felt him pin her down, gasping when the back of her head hit the plush pillow. He was already ripping off the sweatpants she’d been wearing, his cold hand cupping her clothed cunt. “Can handle that, not that sick.”

He hovered over her, face still red from his fever. Despite him being weaker than usual, (Name) was still unable to break away from his iron grip. And why would she want to, when her panties were growing wet from her own desire?

“Hmm…”

He let go of her pussy, pushing her panties to the side slightly to get a better look. “Wet already, and I haven’t even done anything.”

She pouted. “And you’re hard from just looking at me. Guess we were both wanting this…”

He hummed, slipping her panties off. “Need you, (Name).”

He was quick to pull his pajama pants down and press against her pussy, glancing up to stare at her through his eyelashes.

She wiggled a bit, trying to pull him closer. “Pikaa, put it in already.”

He laughed, leaning forward to give her a sloppy kiss. “Impatient, but that’s okay… I’m impatient too.”

He pushed, holding onto her hips as he bottomed out inside her.

For someone so sick, he was able to go for nearly three hours, pushing her legs against her chest as he sank into her cunt. After several creampies and too many kisses to count, (Name) was getting tired.

“Sleepy…” (Name) muttered into his neck. Kurapika pulled her in closer, peppering kisses all over her face and neck.

“Sorry, angel. Just a little longer, okay?”

She pouted, but allowed him to continue pounding into her puffy cunt. He kissed her nose, gently cupping her cheek. “You can take one more load, hmm?”

She whined. “But I’m so full…”

He cooed, reaching down to rub her clit again.

“Shh… just be a good girl, and take all the cum I can give you.”

——————

“Seriously!? You’re both sick now??”

Leorio tapped his foot against the ground angrily as he looked over the two. They were cuddled up together, looking miserable yet content at the same time.

“Sorry Leorio… couldn’t help myself.” (Name) said before descending into a coughing fit. The blonde patted her back, frowning.

“It’s my fault, I’m the one that got her sick with my selfish actions…”

Though, Kurapika didn’t regret the night they spent together…

The dark haired man pinched the bridge of his nose, wearing a mask over his face. “Should have known sending (Name) was a bad idea. Can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you blondie?”

They both blushed, (Name) not even attempting to hide the love bites decorating her neck.

He sighed, rolling up his sleeves. “Alright, I’m here now. (Name), did you make that soup?”

She nodded slowly, a pout on her lips. “Yes… sorry Leorio.”

He patted her head, the woman being pulled into Kurapika’s arms.

“Ungrateful brat.” Leorio said, flipping of the blonde.

The two spent the next two days being tended to by Leorio, clinging to each other. They were nearly inseparable.

Once they were better, Kurapika kissed the top of her head. “Does this mean we’re…”

She nodded. “Yes, Pika. We’re together now.”

He smiled against her hair. “Forever?”

A giggle left her lips, making the blondes heart race.

“Forever.”

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[writing-for-marvel]

Fight or Flight Response

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: Bucky says he wants to take things slow.

Warnings: strictly 18+ only, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, possessive sex, creampie, spanking, choking, semi public sex, implied oral (fem), implied cum eating, jealousy, a little angst, set within an emergency room, soft fluff

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: this part was inspired by one of @crazyunsexycool’s reblog comments - I hope I did it justice my lovely Val 💙 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“That must bother you.” Wanda comments as you return to the ER from your late lunch break together.

You sneak a glance out of the corner of your eye at where Bucky is standing at the entrance to the ER, his signature cheeky smile curving at the corners of his mouth, leaning against the door with all his weight on one strong arm as he chats up a red haired surgical intern.

That same cheeky smile he beamed when you first met him and which is clearly not reserved just for you.

Fuck yes it bothers you.

Bitter envy bubbles in your stomach seeing him simply smiling at another woman. But it’s the implication of that flirty smile that makes your stomach flip altogether.

“What do you mean?” You enquire lightly, trying to play dumb and ignore the tight jealousy clenching at the front of your chest, but your question only prompts Wanda to roll her eyes.

“Your man flirting with Dot over there as if the whole hospital isn’t talking about the two of you being together.” Her outward frustration is nothing compared to the seething spite consuming you, though you focus on not letting that show through your indifferent facade.

Wanda isn’t wrong about the entire hospital knowing Bucky had taken the ‘new emergency medicine resident’ out on not just a second date, but a third, and a fourth as well. And she would know, being the perpetrator of most of those rumours herself.

You had received aggrieved glares from doctors, nurses, anaesthesiologists, and pharmacists alike - all seemingly envious that Bucky Barnes had chosen you to try out dating for the first time. Though, they really had no reason to be.

“He’s not my man.” You try to argue, but Wanda simply stares at you, head slightly cocked, as if to say don’t try to make a fool out of me. “He wants to take things slow.” You reiterate his words to prove your point. If the way he is currently flirting with Dot in full view of anyone in the ER is any indication, as much as you might want him to be, Bucky Barnes is far from being your man.

“He wasn’t taking things slow when you guys fucked in your car at that drive-in movie the other night.” She points out with a sly smile as your cheeks heat at the memory of your fourth date, her eyes drifting to look behind you where they were no doubt landing on Bucky and his amorous intentions, allowing you a moment to compose yourself.

“We’re not exclusive, I wouldn’t even say we’re technically dating - he’s allowed to flirt with and fuck whoever he wants.” Your words come out harsher than you were intending, but Wanda’s expression instead softens, sensing your overeagerness to convince her as more proof of your earnest feelings.

The thought of Bucky hooking up with someone else while you are pining for him every second you are apart makes your stomach churn. Every playful laugh, passionate kiss and sinful touch you share feels special, intimately private - the high possibility that he’s replicating those experiences with others plunges a scalpel right into the centre of your chest.

“Girl, you've got it bad. You need to talk with him about how you feel and what you want out of your ‘relationship’ before he ends up breaking your heart.” She advises, and your shoulders slump, realising she's right. Though, you’re sure it’s already too late to prevent your heart from breaking if he doesn’t feel the same way.

You nod in response, but the prospect of actually having that conversation with Bucky fills your stomach with dread and lurching anxiety. What if he doesn't feel the same way? What if he laughs at you and tells you he’s only ever viewed your connection as something casual? That he’s only in it for the sex while he consumes your train of thought from the moment you wake until you close your eyes at night, only to then appear in your dreams as well.

You can feel your pulse racing at just contemplating exposing your heart to him in that manner.

Taking another glance back at where the two had been standing, you find Bucky nowhere to be seen. Dot, however, is talking to one of her fellow surgical interns in light blue scrubs with what you perceive to be a glum expression.

Though it feels wicked to receive pleasure from someone else's apparent misfortune, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought that perhaps Bucky rejected her advances.

Maybe there is cause for hope after all.

As if on cue, your pager goes off, indicating a new emergency case. You flash Wanda a quick smile before rushing over to the trauma bays, trying your best to push thoughts of Bucky, and his many potential suitors, from your mind.

* * *

After a long shift, and an even longer night alone at home, where you attempted, and failed, at rerouting your thoughts from Bucky and if he was currently with another woman, you find yourself back in the emergency room coming to the end of a gruelling week, yawning as you’re filling out paperwork.

“Big night last night, huh?” You hear a familiar voice from beside you, though in a much more casual tone than is typically directed at you. You turn to see the radiant smile of your direct superior, emergency medicine attending Dr Thor Odinson.

From the moment he was introduced as your attending, there had always been an unspoken pull between the two of you - he was certainly attractive, with a brilliant smile, sparkling eyes and a natural charisma with his patients that definitely added to his allure.

It also helped that he always gazed at you with a captivation that made your cheeks warm and assigned you the most interesting cases.

You chuckle at his inference. You only wished you were yawning from a long night spent with that someone in particular, but that only reminds you he could have been spending all those hours since you’ve seen him last with someone else.

“You have no idea, it was a night of such indulgence… in my medical textbooks. I’ve started studying for my boards.” He lets out a hearty laugh at your explanation, in your opinion a little over exaggerated for the light banter it was intended as.

“I could come over to your place, help you study. I passed my boards only two rounds ago, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.” He smiles flirtatiously, and though the sight is alluring, it doesn’t stir the same butterflies and desire that Bucky's signature smirk does in your stomach.

For a second you consider perhaps Thor is exactly the type of person you need to take your mind off Bucky - they’re similar in their confident persona and flirty nature, but different enough where it feels like you wouldn’t be going out with a complete replica of the man you can’t get your mind off. Where Bucky is mysterious, Thor is bubbly and convivial.

And though you can hear Wanda’s voice in the back of your mind encouraging that sexual profligacy, you can’t bring yourself to actually covet being with anyone other than your enigmatic paramedic.

Lord, you really do have it bad for him. It’s like an illness.

“I’m sure you do.” You laugh, trying to keep the tone of conversation light and casual. “But I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m seeing someone.” You’re sure Bucky wouldn’t classify your connection the same way, but hearing a proposition from another man has been confirmation enough for you that you don’t want to be seeing anyone else.

Your heart belongs to Bucky Barnes, even if his heart doesn’t belong to you.

“Barnes… I know.” Thor places a large, sturdy hand to the small of your back as he leans in and whispers warm words against your ear. “I’m still interested. Barnes won’t be in it for the long haul like I would be. Give it some thought.”

What you don’t realise at the time is much like how you watched Bucky flirt with Dot the day before, Bucky is currently observing your interaction with Thor from across the ER. Far enough away where he can’t hear you turning Thor down, but fully aware and incensed that Thor’s hand lingers on your back and what he believes to be a flirty exchange being whispered intimately into your ear.

As cute as you think Thor is, you already know he doesn’t have the same effect on you that Bucky does. And though he may be right in that Bucky isn’t committed to you long term, you’re prepared to open your heart to that vulnerability for the rapture he provides when you’re together.

You turn around, heading for your locker to complete your shift when a smile overtakes your features, noticing Bucky striding towards you. You don’t even have the chance to say his name in greeting before his large hands cup your face, his lips crashing onto yours and abruptly he’s ardently kissing you in front of everyone in the emergency room.

You're taken aback by the sudden intensity of his kiss, but as his warm lips move against yours, you can't help but sense your body responding. His fierce hands trail down your back, pulling you flush against his body, and you feel a hardening bulge in his pants pressing against you. You moan softly into his mouth as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, feeling overwhelming wetness pooling between your legs.

In the back of your mind, you're aware of the judgmental stares from nurses and doctors working in the ER, and the fact that this is highly unprofessional, but you're too caught up in the passion and Bucky’s public display of downright possessiveness to give a damn.

He pulls back slightly, pupils blown with desire and brimming with something of greed mixed with lust, and without speaking a single word, or sparing a glance to those who had been watching on, he grabs your hand securely and pulls you further into the hospital, towards the surgical wing and into the closest on-call room.

The door shuts with a thud and before you can even register that Bucky’s nimble hands have snibbed the lock behind you, he has you pressed up against the door with his fingers digging possessively into your hips.

He kisses you again, hot and demanding, claiming you as his own. No doubt everyone who saw him kiss you in the centre of the ER knows exactly what’s going on behind closed doors of the on-call room.

“You. Are. Mine.” Bucky asserts between feral, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck, pushing your white coat from your shoulders so it lands in a heap on the floor and sneaking his hands past the elastic of your scrubs. You’re positive you’ll be covering a hickey with concealer before your shift tomorrow.

The possessive gleam in his eyes when he looks at you while running a finger through your already wet folds makes your stomach flip. You whimper as his cold hands make contact with your warm centre, but the pleasure which tingles up your spine and tightens a knot at the bottom of your belly as he circles your clit makes you forget all about the momentary discomfort.

“No one’s allowed to touch you besides me.” Bucky instructs, slipping one thick finger into your pussy, curling it to graze that spongy spot inside your walls which has you keening. His pace is agonisingly slow, and though Bucky's hands are large, one finger isn’t enough for you to feel full and satiated by him.

You’re positive he knows this, however, and is purposely tormenting you. In this moment all you are craving is more of his touch, more of his kiss, more of him. And that’s exactly what he wants you pining for.

Little does he know, you’re always yearning for him.

“He’s not allowed to touch you.” Bucky growls, adding another finger without warning, using his thumb to draw small circles over your clit while simultaneously scissoring his fingers inside you. Your head falls back, hitting the wall behind you as a moan trickles from your lips.

Bucky’s other hand slips below the hem of your shirt, finding its way to the small of your back, where Thor had touched you through multiple layers of material. His hand on your bare skin elicits goosebumps over your lower back, a reaction you suspect Thor could never pull from you.

Before you can reach your release on his fingers alone, he pulls them out of you, a whimper cascading from your lips as he leaves you feeling empty. While your lips are parted, he prompts you to clean up the arousal coating his fingers with your tongue, tasting the sweet evidence of his effect on you.

He rids you both of your uniforms and underwear, and although you are desperate to be filled by his cock, you know it’s in Bucky’s nature to tease - if you tell him you need him, he’ll just make you wait that much longer to be satisfied.

But Bucky’s clearly not in a teasing mood, nor in a patient one, for when you are both completely naked, he turns you around, steadying yourself against a wall and, nudging your legs apart with his thigh and without hesitation, he thrusts every veiny inch fervently into you until he is fully sheathed, not giving you a moment to adjust as he sets a brutal pace, pounding into you.

You bite down on your bottom lip but it doesn’t stop a guttural moan rumbling up from your chest from the burn of his sudden intrusion.

“You. Are. Mine.” He punctuates each word with a stinging slap to your ass, which only turns you on even more, your flooding wetness evident in the salacious squelch accompanying each of Bucky’s punishing thrusts.

“Say it.” Bucky demands, hips rhythmically meeting your own, pounding into you harder and deeper with every plunge.

When you don’t answer him, your mind short circuiting from the overwhelming pleasure flooding through your entire body like a tsunami, Bucky hooks his forearm around your neck, pulling you back into his chest with a strength where you can feel him all around you, but not tight enough where you can’t breathe altogether.

“Say. It.” He repeats in a severe tone next to your ear which causes a shiver to run down your spine as Bucky flexes his bicep, tightening his hold on you slightly, warning you to obey him.

“I’m yours.” You say breathlessly, hands gripping onto his muscular arm for support as each thrust knocks the air from your lungs, hitting just the right spot inside you which blurs your vision and makes your thighs quiver. “All yours Bucky.”

You feel your body weaken as he pushes you ever closer to falling off the cliff of bliss, Bucky’s strong hold on you the only reason you can remain standing upright rather than your legs giving out completely.

“Bucky, I’m…” You can’t find the words to finish your sentence, instead a wanton sob bubbles up in your throat confirming that you're teetering on the edge of coming undone.

“There’s my good little slut, cum on my cock. My cock.” He removes his arm from caging you to him and moves it down towards where your bodies meet, rubbing tight circles on your clit resulting in your legs shaking uncontrollably as pure ecstasy overtakes your body.

Bucky continues his furious attack on your clit, continuing to pump in and out of you at his rapid pace as you ride out your high. You can’t make out the praise he’s whispering into your ear, everything sounds like a distant hum as euphoria fires in every synapse of your body.

Once he senses you've come down from your orgasm, Bucky’s large hands find your hips, manhandling you as he essentially throws you onto the bed in the small on-call room. Lining the tip of his dick up with your entrance, he enters you again, his pistoning movements erratic as he chases his own high, wrapping his hand around your throat.

“This pussy is mine.” Bucky’s thrusts become sloppy, but he’s mesmerised by the little whimpers falling from your open lips and the bounce of your tits at the continued drive of his cock. His grip on your throat tightens and you know he’s close.

“Fill me up Bucky. Fill your pussy.” You permit, and you can immediately see the surprise flicker in his gorgeous eyes. Finishing inside you isn’t something you’ve done together yet. Cumming on your tits, in your mouth, on your stomach, sure. But always pulling out.

Granting permission for him to cum inside you seems to push him over the edge, Bucky groans as he stills, all the muscles in his beefy body tensing as he spills deep inside you. He smiles down at you, releasing his hold on your throat before leaning down and placing a devoted kiss to your lips.

Bucky pulls out of you slowly, hypnotised by the sight of how both of your releases mix and drip from your core. He collapses beside you, fondness suspended in his steel blue eyes that could so easily deceive you into believing you mean so much more to him than just a casual fuck.

Reaching over the ample space between you, Bucky pulls you all the way into him, arms remaining around your middle and for a moment all you can feel are your slowing hearts beating in time with each other.

You look up at him to find he’s already gazing down at you, prompting a smile to curve at the corner of your lips. The four dates with this man have been the best four dates of your life, but he’s already expressed wanting to take things slow, so you refrain from expressing the notion aloud.

Sensing unsaid words between you, Bucky opens his mouth to speak.

“You’re mine.” He reiterates sternly. “I don’t want anyone else touching you. I don’t want him even looking at you.” You know he’s referring to Thor, and as giddy as it makes you knowing how extremely jealous he’s reacted to Thor simply flirting with you, part of you is piqued knowing he’s ordering this of you when he’s fucking other women.

You’d gladly give yourself just to Bucky Barnes, but you’re not foolishly going to be exclusive with him if he’s not doing the same for you.

“You can’t say that if you’re fucking other people, Bucky. That’s a sexist double standard and I-”

“You think I’m sleeping with other people?” He asks, bewilderment furrowing between his brows as if the notion of having sex with anyone other than you was out of the realm of all possibility. The sight makes your stomach knot with hope and promise, his words suggesting he hadn’t been with anyone else since going on dates with you. “Darling, you are the only woman I’m seeing, fucking, damn talking to. I’m not even thinking about anyone other than you.”

But there is one nagging doubt pricking at the optimism inflating in your chest from his earnestness.

“Don’t lie to me Bucky, I saw you flirting with Dot yesterday.”

A quick look of surprise flashes over his features when these words leave your lips, as if he hadn’t realised you witnessed their interaction, but mostly his eyes show a wounded soul behind them, making you nervous you’ve misinterpreted the entire situation.

“I’m not lying, darling. Sure, she approached me and we harmlessly flirted for maybe a minute tops, but as soon as she even mentioned wanting to see me outside of work I told her no.” Your mind works in overdrive trying to process all his words and the connotations of them, putting down the buoyant feeling in your chest from being in a post orgasmic haze rather than the expectation that Bucky is all yours.

“You told her no?” Even though he clearly stated his rejection of Dot, you need to hear it again for it to fully sink in.

“Why would I want to go out with her, when I have you?” You normally hate when people answer a question with another question, but the implication that you are the only person he wants makes your heart flutter.

You want to believe him. You so badly want to believe him. But past experience has taught you not to trust men when they tell you there’s no one else. That’s almost always a lie.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.” You pose, fully expecting Bucky to turn down the offer when it involves a commitment from him. He wants to take things slow, you’ve only been on four dates, ruling out seeing other women altogether would surely be a turn off for a player like him.

“I’m already yours.”

You swear your heart stops. Everyone outside of this small on-call room fades into non-existence for the moment when Bucky earnestly meets your eyes.

The pivotal difference between someone claiming you as theirs compared to professing themselves as yours hits you square in the chest.

This time, you kiss him, passionate and desperate even though you've just satisfied each other, your hands tugging at his long hair which you’ve already learnt he enjoys. You move to pull away, your mind set on finally taking his thick, heavy cock in your mouth, but instead his strong arms position you gently against the pillows, caging you underneath his strapping body.

“We’re gonna fuck so often in here they’ll put our names on the door.” Bucky comments with his signature smirk before kissing you again, slow and sensual this time, taking the opportunity to explore your mouth as his hands do the same with your body.

He starts kissing down your naked form before settling between your thighs, somehow already knowing the exact parts of yourself you’re most insecure about and paying those particular attention. The care and affection he’s showing a stark contrast to his roughness earlier, but the intimacy makes you feel special. That you’re the only one who’s seen this soft, romantic side of him.

Perhaps it doesn’t matter that his flirty smirk isn’t reserved just for you when it’s moments like this only you get to experience with him.

You’re the person Bucky Barnes wants. Not Dot the surgical intern, not one of the other numerous doctors in the ER or any of the other hospital staff. You.

Maybe it’s dangerous allowing your heart to believe you truly are the one to change fuckboy Bucky Barnes, but all doubtful thoughts evaporate from your mind when his mouth starts sucking on your already puffy and sensitive clit.

You can let yourself fall, just a little. There’s no harm in that, right?

Part 5 > >

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[paladin-heart5]

Nurturing

Leon Kennedy x reader!

I wanted to write a sick fic, where Leon takes care of you, cause I'm sick rn so that's where we are! It is a bit of a shorter story though! I just- I love him- look how cute😭

CW; none! Just pure sweetness

“I'm home, babygirl!” You hear Leon call as he enters your shared apartment. He just finished a night shift at the station, but he sounds surprisingly chipper. You try to call him from your room, but just end up in a fit of coughing. You cover your mouth with your elbow. Your throat and chest are hurting each time.

Leon hears this and quickly goes to check on you. As he turns on the bedroom light, you flinch. Your skin is paler, and you're sweating, but at the same time shaking under the covers. His heart breaks; you don't get sick very often, but when you do, it hits hard. After a moment, you settle down from all the coughing and look at him with a bit of shame.

“Hey, Lee.” You whisper, afraid your voice will break if you speak any louder. The blonde frowns and goes over to you, immediately placing a hand on your forehead. You lean into his touch, having missed the affection.

“Oh gosh, baby. You're burning up.” He says sympathetically before going to grab the kit you guys have. It's a little box of medicines and products to help determine and comfort each other during sick times. You both take health seriously, with you being a CNA and Leon being a cop.

“It's just a cold, babe. Don't worry.” You sit up and shiver, making Leon lay you back down.

“I don't think so.” He responds, taking out a thermometer and placing it under your tongue. He waits for the beep before checking, his eyes widened a bit.

“Y/n, you have a fever of 103. I knew I should've picked you up.” You blink at this, that bad huh? That's what you get for walking home in the cold, rainy weather after a ten hour shift at the hospital.

“I didn't want to bother you at work.” Leon lays your heated blanket on you and turns it on low.

“I'd much rather help you, baby.” He gives you some medicine to help bring down the fever. You smile at him, his brows pinched in concern. It makes you giggle, which then leads to a cough.

“Easy there, sicko.” Your boyfriend chuckles, placing a damp towel on your head. “Now rest here, I'll go get you some soup and tea. We can watch a movie too, how's that sound?” He suggests with that sweet smile of his. It just melts your heart.

“Sounds like I have the best boyfriend in the world.” You say weakly, earning another chuckle from him. He heads into the kitchen and hums as he turns on the kettle and warms up some chicken noodle soup. After a little while, he returns and sets the mug and bowl on the nightstand next to you. You sit up and lean against the headboard, letting a breath out.

“Thank you, my love.” You whisper and gently grab the bowl. Eating it immediately soothes your throat, making it easier to speak. You do sniffle a little bit, the steam clearing your nose slightly. Leon changes into some sweats and carefully climbs into bed next to you. He puts on your comfort movie as you set the bowl aside. You smile at him.

“I love you so much, thank you for taking care of me all the time.” You say softly, making him smile and grab your hand.

“You take care of me too, babygirl. I'd do anything for you because I love you.” The young man leans over to kiss your forehead.

“Hey now, don't let me get you sick.” You weakly push his chest, making him laugh.

“I'm not worried, at least I have my personal nurse to take care of me if I do.” He hums, you roll your eyes.

“Not quite at that level yet, but yes, I'll take care of you.” You snuggle up and watch the movie, holding his hand close to your chest, right where the beat of your heart is. It's enough relaxation to help you both fall asleep. When you feel better, you're definitely going to spoil him with love and gifts. He deserves the world.

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[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter Thirteen: Find Me Always

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: the aftermath of the escape

Warnings: depictions of abuse, medical malpractice, creepy doctor does creepy things, nightmares, panic attacks, restraints, medical terminology that is probably wrong, injury description, needles

Notes: I’m having fun with this 👀

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Heat. The cozy feeling of warmth. His hand intertwined with one of his lovers. It's a great way to wake up. Even for being stuck in the hospital.

He knows where he is based on the steady hum and beep of machines. The scratchy feeling of the sheets beneath him. The bright florescent lights that make him want to cringe.

He looks to his hand. Max is slumped over his bed. The Dutch snoring quietly.

He shifts around to get his bearings. A few plain paintings of the wall. A decently sized window. Bland colored walls.

He tries not to think about what happened. He'd woken up several times in the bunker to gunshots. Moved them to a different corridor. Then fell back into a cold sleep.

They'd run into trouble at one point. A stray bullet grazed his side while another punctured the females thigh.

That was the last time they moved as he did his best to stop the bleeding. No healing to rely on. Not that he'd want her to anyways, 'healing' really just means transferring his wounds onto her.

Speaking of her, where is she?

He can't go through this again. She'd woken up spurratically a few times during the escape attempt. She'd told him it would be okay. Her voice was the only thing he had to cling to.

The heart monitor picks up his rising pulse, Max waking up at the sound of rapid beeping. "Breathe, Oscar, you're safe now." He's gentle and quiet and everything people don't get to see when he drives. He does as told and takes some deep breaths.

"Are you feeling okay? Should I go get a doctor?" Oscar finally realizes that doctors and medicine are involved. That means more needles and more drugs. He'd had enough of that. He shakes his head now as the fear rises. "Okay, you're okay, I'm Here, and I won't leave."

"How is everyone else?" His voice is so scratchy he almost doesn't recognize it. The fact that he's in desperate need of water doesn't help.

Max shakes his head in disbelief. "You're the one sitting in a hospital bed, and you're concerned about us?" Max rubs comforting circles into his hand. "Seb dragged Charles and Lando away for food and showers. I'm next after them."

"Where's y/n?"

Max's face drops, and there is a distant look in his eyes. "Who?"

"Y/N? Our girlfriend? The one who boggles us with her mind powers on a daily basis?" He laughs thinking Max is joking. Only for it to twist into concern when he realizes Max isn't laughing.

"I think you're still disoriented. Your crash was really bad."

Crash? What crash? "I was in a bunker or something."

Max's confusions into concern. "I think I'm going to go get the doctor."

Oscar is frantic now. He's pulling out the needles feeding him liquid medicine. Convinced this is the problem. That he's hallucinating again because of the drugs.

He's waking up again. The same postion as last time. But this time, he takes no chances.

He sits himself upright and begins pulling everything off. The needles, the bandages, anything medical related is being ripped from his body.

Max is startled by the sight. His hands grab Oscar's and gently push him back into the bed. He coos calming phrases while Oscar gives up fighting. His lack of energy hitting like a train.

"Please tell me you remember her." He practically sobs.

Max sits in the bed with him. That confused look is almost identical to the previous, and Oscar wants to die because of it. His confusion is replaced by a smile. "I could never forget our girl."

"Where is everyone else? Where is she? I need to see her, Max."

Max sighs at the Aussie's urgency. "Charles and Lando are trying to see her. I can't because I punched someone last time I went to check on her."

"What- why?"

"The doctors found abnormalities in her DNA, and now they've isolated her."

Frantic pleas of the word no fall from his lips like somehow that will change something. Oscar barely has a chance to really notice how tired Max looks. The stress in his blue eyes tells him that the whole situation is bad.

"I'm not sure if this will be good news for you right now. But you've been cleared to race as soon as you want to go back. After they release you, of course." Max throws him a pity smile. It's the best the Dutch can offer at the moment.

~

She traded one white cell for another. One maniacal scientist for an entire group of them.

She's been restrained and leashed since her latest escape attempt. She wants to go home. She needs to go home.

At least she knows they are all okay. Oscar is alive, and that's what matters. She put every drop of energy she had into keeping alive in those tunnels. She heard the gunshots and took the opportunity. It just sucked they'd been continuing her father's work, and she had been worked to the bone only an hour earlier.

She complied on the basis that they took care of Oscar. She got to go check on him every couple of days. He wasn't coherent, but he was alive. There was a chance they could both make it out.

Then she exerted herself into healing him. She knew that regardless, her body wasn't going to last long, and healing him was their best shot. But she hadn't expected the drugs to be so strong. She could flush them all out of his system. Then there were the freezing tunnels. They did that on purpose to keep her from being able to run. The floors were so cold they burned her.

She pushed through. Before she got to Oscar, she went to the one thing that would for sure get them out of there if she couldn't. She found a phone and called Seb. She almost cried at the sound of his voice, but she couldn't. She needed to tell him where they were.

And they had found them in the cold depths.

Now she's here. Alone and stuck again.

Fate is a cruel mistress.

Her doctor, whose name she does not care to know, comes in with a tray. It's routine at this point. He has done this every hour for the two days she's been here. She wasn't awake for all of it, but the market on her body are all similar.

She has no choice but to let him go about his work.

"Your body is so intriguing, my dear." His voice is cold and smooth. She hates it.

Lando and Oscar have smooth voices. She likes them better. She misses listening to Landos laugh.

Charles and Max have deep voices. They have a calming effect on her. She naturally is able to relax when she hears them speak.

She focuses on that as the doctor opens up a small slit in her arm and tweezes away at different things. Then he sews it up and bandages it like he's done this a million times.

But he doesn't move.

"I wish they would let me look at more of you." He whispers. His index finger traces the curves of her side and all the way down her leg. "If only this stupid gown wasn't in the way."

He leaves without another word. Or maybe there are more words, but she retreated into her mind. Far away from this place and into her memories with her family.

~

Charles looks like he's ready to punch someone. She's awake and coherent, and they are only isolating her because of her odd DNA. It's most likely the reason for her powers, but they don't need to know that.

Max isn't here because he has already punched someone. Lando is attempting to calm him down and as much as the Brit tries he just can't seem to get his heart to slow.

Good thing Seb is on his way with legal work. He'd contacted his lawyer as soon as he found out they were holding her in isolation. Unable to see anyone after what she just came out of.

Seb was bringing an answer.

It's a beautiful sight to see him March right by the two and into some office they assumed was the person in charge.

"Charles, please breathe. I'm already panicking and can't keep the both of us calm."

"I'm sorry chéri." He sighs. The Monegasque takes a seat beside Lando. The two intertwine their hands together. Charles decides to change the subject to distract themselves and pass the time until they can see her. Even if it's a no, he's breaking down the door.

"What should the first thing we do be when we get back home?"

"Food. A buffet of our favorite cheat meals." Lando lets hints of a smile ghost his lips.

"Then we'll cuddle in bed."

"And play some games."

"Maybe a bath."

"You mean relax in the hot tub together? The bath isn't big enough for all of us." Charles teases.

"Same thing."

Charles crinkled his nose in disgust. "You need a bath. You smell like a young boy who has yet to learn hygiene."

Lando playfully hits his shoulder. "That's rude. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The sound of the office door opening steals both their attention. Seb comes out with a grin on his face, alerting the boys that he is victorious.

The nurses let them into the room as they started removing her hospital dressings. Both Lando and Charles hate the sight and want to break because of it, but they don't. They stay strong. Well- Charles more then Lando.

The girl, on the other hand, is struggling to get to them. She fights her restraints, only hurting herself worse in the process.

"Slow down, amour. They have to get them off of you." Charles is holding her in a way that let's the nurses do their job. They shoot him an appreciative glance.

"Is Oscar okay? Are you guys okay?" She asks with an air of urgency.

"Yes, we're all okay, Oscar has even been cleared to race again. Somehow, the damage to his body wasn't even close to yours." Lando eyes her knowingly, and she just shrugs at him.

She walks out with them but gets into Sebs car.

"I don't think we'll ever be safe." She admits.

"Maybe not. But someone will always be there to find you when you can't find them."

~

Home is once again a new place. They have once again moved apartments.

She'd learned Daniel helped out while they were missing. He found then a place with the best security and moved a good chunk of furniture with Pierre and Sergio. The other three boys getting any personal belongings out of the wrecked apartment.

Oscar hadn't let go of her hand. He's been glued to her side and paranoid about every stranger they come across.

Recovery for him was going to be long and difficult, but they would be there every step of the way.

The return to racing had been amazing. The McLaren fans were so supportive and excited to see Oscar back. His family didn't know everything that happened, and that was for the best.

They just got unlucky is all.

He managed a P4 with the new car upgrades. He felt his brain finally to think about something else as soon as he got into the car.

Lando also got second. Another thing to celebrate. The after race hugs were something special.

She realized that day that her life had been far from easy, and it's not going to get easier, but it didn't matter. At the end of the day, she gets to come back to the people she loves and love her back.

No matter how far away she gets from them, they will always find her.

~

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[chroniclesofbts]

Call Me Home Part 3

Idol hybrid BTS x hybrid foreigner reader

Warnings: implied sexual themes, smut, angst, fluff, polyamorous relationship

If you’re not 18+ please, do not interact.

As always, my works do not represent BTS in any way, this is purely a work of fiction.

*short chapter, I cut this part in half because it was so long*

Y/N's POV

Coming to, I can hear voices around me and an annoying beeping. Listening intently I hear the words, "not heat", "too risky", "trauma", and "management". The monitor attached to my heart gave away that I was waking up, the beeping increasing. My eyes flutter open, the light blinding me initially.

"Hey, welcome back. You really scared me there" Jin said softly, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. "I thought my face was just too handsome for you" he joked to lighten the mood.

"How are you feeling Miss... ?" A woman in scrubs asked

"Fine, head is a little heavy, I'm a little sore too. What happened?" I questioned

"You passed out in the shower with Jin. You didn't hit your head or anything, he managed to hold you up and call Jungkook for help." I flushed at the thought of Jungkook seeing me naked. "Can I ask you some personal questions?" The doctor asked gently, "Your pack can stay here or leave if you feel uncomfortable at any time"

"Um, s-sure" I stuttered

"Do you have any nightmares?"

"Oh, uh yeah, most people do though" I joke

"How many a week?" She says writing things down on a clipboard.

"Uh it depends, maybe like 5?" Jin's hand finds mine, and holds it in a comforting manor.

"Do you ever feel numb?" She continues

"Yeah, I guess if I get too overwhelmed I do." I answer honestly

"Do you feel like you startle easily? Have trouble concentrating?"

"Sometimes" I answer, starting to close in on myself.

"Last question, where do you see yourself in the future?"

"I mean, how far out? I see myself with the pack, for as long as I have left" I answer, feeling Jimin lean his head on my shoulder from the right side where he was sitting.

"I see, thank you for answering my questions, I will talk to your packs leader and you should be able to go back to their dorms in the next few hours." She smiled, motioning to Namjoon to follow her.

"How long was I asleep?" I ask Jimin

"3 days, you must have been tired and your body was recovering from the shock to your system with the pills you took." Jimin explained.

"Why was she asking all of those questions?" I ask him nervously, "Did I do something wrong, are you going to replace me?" I whimper

"No! No, baby, never" Jin said, squeezing my hand. "We just want to make sure we can help you, make sure we can be enough for you"

"Oh, why?" I mumble confused as I feel myself blush.

"Because you deserve the perfect pack" Jimin said, pushing his nose further into my scent gland.

"Wait, I thought I was in heat" I look at Jin, who looks away bashfully.

"Your body has never had a heat, it wasn't ready for a heat, your body was fighting the medicine, it caused you to get sick. Right before you passed out I could smell the shift in your hormones, I just didn't figure it out until you passed out. I, o-overwhelmed your b-body. I c-caused it, I am so sorry" He cried, "we don't deserve to be your pack, we couldn't even take care of you as soon as we got you"

"Jin, I don't blame you. It's not your fault, how could anyone have known? You caught me, right? I didn't get a concussion. It's okay"

Before he could respond, Namjoon came in the door followed by a man I had never met before.

"This is Sejin, one of our managers. After talking with the medical staff, we think it's best to start you on a month of medicine to encourage a natural heat cycle. This will also give your body time to adjust to being in a pack, as well as let your mind work through everything that has happened recently. With the rush of moving and education, now this, your body and mind are overwhelmed. We want to make sure you're completely healthy and ready." Namjoon explained as the nurses started to detach me from all of the medical equipment.

"Take it easy for the first week, bed rest for the first 5 days at least. Your body is recovering and we don't want anything to delay the process." The nurse explained.

"Here, we brought you some clothes, its ours, but we will get you your own soon" Jungkook said, handing me some clothes that smell like all of them. He helped me up with a blush and led me to the connected bathroom to change. I quickly changed into the sweatpants and shirt, pulling the drawstrings so they fit move comfortably. I opened the door and found him waiting outside, eyes widening, pupils dilating, at me in their clothes. He extended his hand to me and started to walk me over the the wheelchair.

"I don't need that" I said, trying to pull out of his grip.

"Okay" Jungkook smirked, sweeping me off my feet, "but you can't walk, doctors orders. I prefer this way too" he winked.

"W-wait, actually, the chair l-looks fine" I stuttered through my embarrassment.

"Sorry, cutie, I like this way" He smiled, staring at me with a fondness I haven't seen yet. He carries me through the lobby and outside to the waiting car. Jimin's mouth dropped open as he whined about how unfair it was that he got to carry me, causing a few others to grumble too. He hands me to Namjoon, who pulls me close in his lap, shoving his face into my neck and relaxing. The drive was filled with lots of joking and flirting, I swear my face was always flushed. Jin steals me away from Namjoon to carry me inside and up the stairs to their room. It has a large bed where they obviously sleep all together, lots of pillows and blankets resembling a den. Jin gently lowered me into their den, showing through actions that he could care for me. I immediately relaxed, realizing that even being surrounded by predators, I was safe. I let my eyes flutter closed, my body pulling me under with exhaustion. The last thing I register is a body laying down gently next to me, in their animal form, their purring lulling me deeper into dreamland.

Taglist open (please let me know if I missed you): @dachshunddame @minjianhyung @minhanbyeol

#bts ot7 #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #park jimin #bts

[evillordzog]

This is Star

This is Star, the little scraplet of life currently in possession of my heart and wallet for the last week (2023.02.22). She's in hospital at the moment for the second time -- they've stabilised her loss of body heat, but she's not gaining weight. They're doing all they can but there's no guarantee.

She's the last one standing of her small litter, a stray born in a repair yard to a first time mother born who's a stray herself. Both of them subject to bad weather, and all manner of parasites and underlying physical issues. For all the might of modern medicine, she's so small to be waging such a hard fight. She could easily lose, having already spent at least one of her lives in the ER.

We're bringing her home tomorrow (2023.03.03). We spend the next ten days saving her or letting her spend what time she has left being loved

Please think fondly of her, and share her with the world if you are so inclined.

#star #kittens #cats #animal mortality #desperate love and hope #please live sweetie

[letsplaypixeldolls]

Mathilda Heart

Creative | Music Lover | Gloomy

#mathilda heart #heart's medicine #heart's medicine: hospital heat #ts4 #the sims 4 #cas #snuggford hills save #mine

[redd956]

Just got a heart monitor put on so......

Medical/Hospital Whump Recovery

Whumpee has been released but now rely on Caretaker to help them

Whumpee adjusting to a new way of life, whether temporary or permanent, such as a limp, cane, or wheelchair

Caretaker and whumpee laughing and joking about their situation, making the best of what they can

Warm heating pads and blankets

A whumpee who has nightmares about their experience, being comforted by the nearest soul

Caretaker gently changing Whumpee's bandages telling them about how great the wound is healing

A romantic interest making whumpee feel loved and sexy with any new scars or ailments

A whumpee self conscious about any devices they have to wear or use, being reassured by Caretaker

Whumpee finally being released and able to relax (believing that), their situation over they sink into their bed and feel their entire body sigh with relief

Caretaker bombarding whumpee with flowers

A stoic whumpee being brought home by Caretaker accidentally revealing parts of themselves under the influence of medicine

A defiant whumpee celebrating as soon as they set foot in a safe welcoming place

#whump #comfort whump #medical whump #hospital whump #cw hospitals #whump ideas #whumpee #whump prompt #caretaker #recovery whump #whump recovery #medical whump recovery #hospital whump recovery #caretaker x whumpee

[angelltheninth]

Heart Racing for the Doctor

Pairing: Doctor!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, meet-cute, ER au, injury, a few innuendos, flirting, blushing, doctor!Steve, patient!Reader

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: Someone suggested an ER au with Steve and let me be honest, I don't like the ER, I don't like doctors, they're not hot to me, I'm sorry, they scare me cause you NEVER see a doctor for fun, NEVER.

Your head pounded with pain as you lay on the hospital bed, your arm in a sling around your shoulder, vision going in and out, voices high and low, kind of like you right now you assumed. A blurry man stepped in front of you, “What did you give me doc? Is it at least that good shit? Cause I feel everything and nothing at the same time.” You groaned as you felt his fingers open your eyes and saw a blinding light. “Oh. You’re not a doctor are you. I’m at the other side aren’t I?”

“Thankfully miss, no you’re not. Neither is the man who hit your bike. Although something tells me he wants to be, he hasn’t stopped moaning in pain since he got here, and all he has is a sprained foot.” He checked your other eye the same way, smiling as he backed up, finally letting you see his rather handsome face and slightly shaggy but fluffy looking hair, “The drugs seem to be doing their job, and you don’t seem to have any side effects either.”

“Then why do I feel so hot? Is it hot in here doc?” You smirked at him, looking down at him as he raised an amused brow at you, “Harringotn. Fancy name.”

“Not really. And a slight fever is expected but don’t worry, as long as it doesn’t get worse you don’t need any more pills. Trust me, you don’t want to know everything we’ve filled you up with while you were passed out.” Steve frowned as he looked at the chart in his hands, shaking his head.

You stopped yourself from making the joke that he could fill you with something too. Not the time or place right now. Besides flirting with a doctor who saw you with a broken arm must be one of the least sexy things in the world.

Speaking of your arm, it didn’t hurt to move right now but that was probably because of the medicine you took, once it wore off it might be a different story. “And where’s the guy who hit me? Still in here and bitching?”

“Ah, yes. I assume you want to press charges. You can do that once the medication wears off and your fever drops.” You were about to argue, to say that he could leave but Steve knew what you were about to say, he’s heard this all before and more, “I know, I know. But he won’t leave, he’s under police investigation already. And your insurance company will cover the costs of your motorbike.”

“They better, its my baby, I spent years on it.”

“I could tell, even all beat up it looked beautiful. Kind of like you.” He shut his mouth immediately after, his face blushing from his words, “Uh. I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t act like that around my patients, I don’t know what came over me.” He looked so cute as he pulled on the collar of his white coat, avoiding eye contact and reading over the report like he hasn’t already done so.

“Oh I will.” You purred, giving him what you hoped was a seductive look.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth falling open at your words. “Ah. You... certainly seem to be feeling better. But its really not appropriate for me to flirt with you at the moment.” Right. Of course he couldn’t. That would be very... naughty of him. Fuck, it still sent a pulse of heat between your legs though. “But, there’s nothing about ex-patients.” He winked as he gave you his card, “Who knows you might need a special home visit, to do a few tests and see if your arm is healing properly.” How could he look so professional but sound like absolute sin at the same time? It was the coat, it had to be.

“Are you offering to give me a private exam doctor...?” you smiled back at him as you accepted the card, “...doctor Steve Harrington.”

“Not yet. I do wish you a speedy recovery. I’ve had a lot of friends to through a lot of shit in my youth, and I found that being there for them is sometimes all I could do, all they needed. As long as you’re staying in the hospital that’s how I’ll treat you too.” But as soon as you leave... you needed to heal up fast. “Before you ask, no there’s no way to make your bones recover sooner. It’s a processes just like any other. And I always find the reward to be sweeter when one waits. Now if you’re excuse me, I need to check on my other patients.”

You laughed at him, “Don’t tell me that doc, you’ll make a girl jealous.” Steve shook his head at you and blushed one more time when you blew him a kiss. When the door clicked closed and you fell back into bed you still felt that horrible pressure between your legs. As you moved your hand down to take care of it you made a horrible realization, “That motherfucker got my good arm!” Looks like the wait was gonna be longer and more tedious then you thought. At least you had the promise of your sweet doctor that he would take care of you after.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things x you

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hey!! I really love your writing and have become an avid fan over the past month 😄

I'd like to request a 4,7 and 9 where the whumpee got admitted to the hospital for an injury and developed a fever into their stay, making it impossible for the caretaker to leave their side.

Hi Anon! That’s so kind of you to say! Thanks for requesting this, and for your patience, here you go!

From this ask game

Whumpee shivered in the hospital bed. Despite the IV flooding cool medicine throughout their veins, their fever was still dangerously high, thanks to the infected injury in their side. Caretaker hesitantly reached out and put a hand to Whumpee’s forehead. They recoiled when they felt the heat there.

“Hurts,” Whumpee whimpered softly.

“I know,” Caretaker said, “I know it hurts. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

Caretaker took Whumpee’s hand and rubbed soothing circles into it.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” Caretaker tried, “I can turn on the TV and-”

“No,” Whumpee cried, “I just want the pain to stop.”

Caretaker’s heart sank. Whumpee was already on painkillers and antibiotics, but they were still in so much pain. Caretaker wanted so badly to take it away from them.

“Try to sleep, love,” Caretaker said, “please, just try to sleep.”

“I can’t,” Whumpee sniffled, tears springing into their eyes, “it hurts too much.”

At that moment, a nurse entered the room with a tray.

“Lunchtime, Mx. Whumpee!” the nurse said warmly.

“Thank you,” Caretaker said, “Whumpee, you gotta sit up.”

Whumpee looked at Caretaker with wide, fearful eyes. They were already in pain just lying down, they knew movement would make it ten times worse, and Caretaker knew it, too.

“I’ll help you,” Caretaker promised, “come on, on the count of three.”

Caretaker slid an arm behind Whumpee’s back. Whumpee steeled themselves for what was to come.

“One…” Caretaker counted, “two… three!”

Caretaker pushed Whumpee up into a sitting position. Whumpee cried out in pain, their side radiating a terrible stinging sensation.

“There you go,” Caretaker said, “you did so good.”

“Well done, Whumpee,” the nurse praised, “here’s your lunch.”

The nurse set the tray on the little table attached to Whumpee’s bed. On the tray was a bowl of soup and a few packets of crackers, along with a cup of water. The nurse left the room to give the other patients their lunches. Caretaker opened one of the packets of crackers for Whumpee. Whumpee picked up the spoon, but dropped it almost immediately.

“I cant do anything!” Whumpee cried pitifully.

Caretaker took Whumpee’s hand again.

“Hey, look at me,” Caretaker said, “you’re hurt, and you’re sick. It’s normal to not be able to do much. Let me help you.”

“B-but you shouldn’t have to!” Whumpee sobbed, “you’ve already done so much, and I’m just keeping you here!”

“Whumpee, listen to me,” Caretaker said sternly, “I don’t care. I want to see you well again, and if I have to stay with you in this hospital every step of the way to do that, well, that’s not an issue for me. Stop feeling guilty, we all need help sometimes. I want to help you. Okay?”

Whumpee nodded tearfully.

“Good,” Caretaker said, lifting up a spoonful of soup, “now open up.”

ko-fi

tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld @surplus-of-sarcasm

#ask game #whump ask game #hurt/comfort ask game #whump #hurt/comfort #hospital whump #fever #injury #hospital #fever whump #injury whump #infected injury #caretaker x whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #hospitalized whumpee #writing #writeblr #creative writing #writing community #whump community

[ceruleancattail]

CERURU YOU ABSOLUTE TITAN OF A WRITING BEING CONGRATS AGAIN ON THE 1.3K AND BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY IGT YOU DESERVE E V E R Y SINGLE ONE OF THOSE FOLLOWERS (now if those followers would pull their worth and reblog your wonderful works tho...)

IN ANY CASE, could i mayhaps request something something for my littol heart?

Unsurprisingly and unashamedly, i would ask for Riddle mi amor. Mutual pining and (not actually) unrequited love. Possibly a Medicine Mage (bc i love me a magic doctor Riddle) x a Reckless little hero? Featuring perhaps a closer call on the Hero!Reader's life than usual, serving as a wake-up call and catalyst for the actual confession?

CONGRATS AGAIN AND FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS <3

Please

Dreamy Day Event

Doctor Riddle x Hero reader

Riddle finds himself being drawn to your room, more often then not. It’s a little unprofessional for him, but he assures himself that it’s in the best interests of his patients. After all, a doctor is supposed to be attentive to his patients, no?

It’s just that you worry him more then most.

Riddle saw the state you came into his hospital in. Soaked in crimson, reeking off the putrid stench of rot and gore. Hands clutched into fists, fingernails grimy with blood and guts.

He knows. He knows the things you do for the betterment of society. You’re a hero, in the truest sense of the word. Plunging into the heat of battle, protecting the weak, the oppressed. Riddle knows.

He just wishes you didn’t hurt yourself that badly.

Surrounded by the droning of electronics, graphs monitoring every little thing, from your heart rate down to each and every one of your breaths. You look better now, leaning against the bed rest.

The moment Riddle peeks through the doors, you greet him with a smile. Waving to the good doctor, translucent tubes shaking along with your arm. Shaking his head, Riddle does his best to suppress a grin.

Taking a seat beside you, he fishes out a pen. Tapping it against a clipboard, staring at you pointedly. Leaning back against the pillow, you beam at him.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite doctor, Riddle.”

He sighs, before poking your forehead with the back of his pen.

“I’m the only doctor who’ll put up with your… antics. It’s been… how many months since your last visit?”

“Too many.”

A chuckle, before you straightened your back, sheets rustling with your every movement. Riddle leans forward, tugging the blanket up ever so slightly. Ensuring that you had the optimal coverage, keeping your body warm.

Flustered, you reach for the hem of the blanket, tugging it over yourself. A stutter of “I can do it, it’s ok-“ spill from your lips, as you fumble around with the blanket.

The tips of your fingers brush against his. A feather-light touch, that sent a spark racing down your spine. A fleeting graze, yet it still set your heart ablaze.

Relaxing your grip, an awkward laugh bubbles up from your throat. Desperately trying to regain some semblance of composure, you glance around the room. Hoping for all the beeping and whirling monitors to just malfunction. For them to cease monitoring your condition for one brief moment.

Praying for them not to reveal the spike in your heartbeat. The rapid pace of your heart as Riddle leans closer, hand resting on your palm. His fingers slip in between yours, holding it tight.

As if you would vanish in the blink of an eye, if he didn’t hold on.

“Please.”

A soft whisper. A gentle voice, shaking ever so slightly. Unsteady, trembling. A sharp contrast to Riddle’s usual confident tone.

His thumb presses into your skin, warmth surging through it. Rubbing circles into the back of your palm, the gesture somewhat comforting.

A moment of silence.

Before Riddle takes a breath, lips pursed into a thin line.

The breath comes out in one soft exhale, as Riddle glances downwards. Gathering his thoughts. Absentmindedly, he lifts your hand to his lips.

Pressing them gently into your skin, a pronounced sadness in his eyes.

“Don’t run yourself ragged for the sake of others, hero.”

His grip tightens, ever so slightly.

“For I’ll sooner retire from this profession then to see you hurt again, my love.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #dreamy day #RAPS YOU GOT ME ALL SHY #STOP #AHHHHH #thank you tho sweetheart