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sm8th0p · 1 year

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date - simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

a/n: you have no idea how much I LOVE medic!reader so this is my spin on it 🕺🕺🕺 and like private but not secret relationship with simon holy shit I live for that shit

desc: poor guy unknowingly hitting on the lieutenant’s lovely wife

warnings: descriptions of wound/gash, slight foul language

You were nose deep in your paperwork when the doors to your office opened, making you whip your head to look at the intrusion. You body relaxed at the sight of Ghost and Soap, casually walking to your desk. Tilting your head a bit, not noticing that either of them were injured so it confused you why they were visiting the medbay.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, looking up from your seated position to look at your behemoth of a husband. “Yeah. Jus’ wanted to see you.” He said softly, palms on the desk and slightly leaning over it. “And what’s Soap doing here?” You tilted your head to see the man behind the lieutenant, busy with his phone. Ghost crossed his arms and you could feel his annoyance radiating off his stance from the corner of your eye.

“Aye, doc.” Soap greeted you as he lifted his gaze from his phone. “I’m just tagging along, got some questions to ask L.t.”

“Should’ve asked during the damn briefing.” He said, tilted his head a bit to glare at the sergeant. You knew how much your husband hated it when people interrupt the times you guys were together, since the chance to spend time with just you were rare in the chaos that happened everyday in the base. Sometimes you were confused if he was annoyed or jealoused.

“I forgot, alright..” Soap pursed his lips and scooted away a bit, to give you and Ghost some privacy. Not a lot of people knew about your marriage with Ghost, but they know you were married by the beautiful ring on your ring finger. Only the task force knew and over time, they learned the silent queues to give the both of you some space and you were incredibly grateful for that.

Ghost placed his left palm on the table and leaned in slightly, eyes laser focused on your face. “What is it, Si?” Your tone was heavy with exhaustion as Ghost looked down at you, and you could see his eyebrows furrowed a bit under the balaclava he wore.

“Your shift ends in a bit, right?” He brought a hand to gently cup your jaw. You nodded. “I want to take you out for dinner. You need a break, love.” He said, voice hushed as he took in your tired eyes. There was a moment of silence as you lowered you gaze to the papers on your table, before looking back at him.

“Is Soap coming along too?” You teased, fighting a smile. “God no.” He replied right after the words left your mouth. You laughed before continuing, “It’s a date then.” A grin formed on your lips. “It is.” You felt his warm lips over the mask as he kissed your forehead, before joining Soap to sit in one of the empty patient rooms to wait for you. The door to the room was open, so you could hear a faint conversation and Soap’s laugh while you continued your paperwork.

Not five minutes later, the doors to the medbay opened again and a soldier walked in, clutching his hand. You looked up from the paperwork and your eyes widened slightly at the blood on his hands. “What happened?” You immediately stood up and walked over to him, guiding him to sit in an empty room right beside your husband’s.

“Accidentally cut my hand open while working in the garage. It’s not as bad as it looks.” You were sitting in front of him, his palm in your hands as you carefully inspect the gash. Your eyebrows furrowed at how calm and nonchalant his tone was, so you looked up from his palm to see he was slightly smiling at you.

“You look oddly happy for a person with a bloody hand.” You quipped before turning around, collecting a few items from the cabinet behind where you sat. The man looked down and laughed, and you could hear how- bashful it sounded. “I feel fine, doc. Like I said, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” He replied, and you can hear a hint of smug in his voice.

You playfully shook your head at him as you sat back down. The fact that he wasn’t brooding over the injury really calmed the tension, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit off. “Thankfully the cut wasn’t that deep, so you don’t need stitches. A few bandages will do.” He nodded, but you felt his gaze on you.

You shifted in your seat, ripping open an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound. “This is going to sting a bit.” You said as you held the wipe.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.” The way he tried to sound cool had you cringing. The second you place down the wipe on the wound, you heard a faint hiss and you let out a huff that resembled a laugh. “You can, huh?” You met his gaze and he avoided it by looking to the side with an embarrassed grin.

A few moments of silence later, the soldier spoke up. “Say, doc,” You hummed, focused on throwing away the wipe once you were done sterilising the wound.

“What would you say if I uh- if someone asked you out? Asking for a friend.”

Your face was out of his sight since you were looking down on his palm, so he didn’t see you blinked slowly as you figured out why he was trying so hard to impress you. Suddenly you were aware that the chatter in the next room had gone silent, and you just knew that they were listening.

You looked up to see a faint red hue on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out another huff of laughter at the sight. “Did you purposefully got this wound to see me for that?” You asked jokingly as you started to wrap his palm in gauze. “Woah, no. ..but I would, if it meant I could see you again.” People asking you out wasn’t something uncommon to you, but his confidence baffled you in a way. If only he knew who you were married to.

You decided to play along, curious to know where this would lead. “Does this friend of yours.. know that I’m married? I don’t keep it a secret, you know.” You said as you raised your hand to show an outline of a ring beneath the latex gloves. He didn’t say anything for a bit, eyes focused on the ring as he kissed his teeth.

“But your husband is not here, is he? A pretty girl like you deserves to be treated somewhere nice, doc. I can take you out, tonight.” He uttered.

You felt your eye twitch and heard the chairs in the next room scraped against the floor. You tugged a bit on the gauze, making sure it’s secure. At this point you were almost done with him, so you look up to meet his gaze, but what you saw behind him made the excitement in your body skyrocket.

Thank god his back was facing the doorway, because there stood Ghost, arms menacingly crossed across his broad chest, leaning on the doorframe. Soap was beside him, his phone out and presumably recording the unfortunate moment. He even had a palm over his mouth desperately trying to supress his laughter.

An idea sparked in your head, you pursed your lips in a thin line and looked down for a bit, before meeting the soldier’s eyes again. “You think I’m pretty?” You replied in a low tone. God, you felt the goosebumps travelling all over your back, cringing so, so hard. He nodded eagerly and muttered, “So pretty.”

“…Thank you, but I don’t know.. I already have a date tonight.” You feigned innocence and tilted your head. “Really?,” he scoffed. Judging from his reaction, you assumed he thought that another soldier at the base already asked you out. Well, he was right. “Who’s the lucky fella? Is it the new private?” You playfully shrugged. “It’s him, right? he told me you rejected him..”

A bubble of laughter erupted from your stomach, both from his reply and the way Ghost stood behind him. Ghost knew well how much you liked to tease him and he’s fighting the urge to just grab the soldier and punch a hole into his goddamn face. The soldier furrowed his eyebrows, lips tugged in a confused half-smile.

“No, no not with the private. With my husband, actually. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Your gaze now landed on the figure behind the soldier, and he turned around quickly and looked up to meet Ghost’s blood curdling glare. “..L-lieutenant,” He greeted in a mix of respect and pure horror. More of the latter.

You knew Soap’s phone got a crystal clear view of the colours draining out of the poor soldier’s face, making a mental note to watch it later. His eyes widened and you could see how frigid his body had turned as Ghost walked over to your side.

“That’s right. In fact, I think we might be late for the reservation. You’re almost done, love?” He said softly to you, before enunciating the last word while looking straight into the soldier’s soul. His adam’s apple shifted as he gulped down the terror.

You nodded cheerily, releasing the soldier’s bandaged hand before standing up and walking over to the doorframe. “Alright, my nurse will inform you how to take care of the wound. It will take about a week to fully heal, so be careful. Take care, soldier.” You said with a bubbly tone before exciting the room to get ready to end your shift.

Now he was alone with the lieutenant in the room, minus the borderline-laughing sergeant behind the doorframe. Ghost said nothing as he continued to glare fucking daggers into the soldier and seeing him squirm in the seat, waiting for the nurse. He felt cold sweat run down his spine, eyes wide and trying hard to not look at the lieutenant’s gaze. The pure awkwardness and realisation of ‘I just hit on the lieutenant’s WIFE’ made him wanted to faint.

The tension was soon cut through like a knife by Ghost himself, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. “Rest up, soldier. You have a long day tomorrow.” He said sternly as he left the room. As if he took the pressure out with him, the soldier finally let out a deep breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

A faint “beep” and a laughter was heard outside of the door, making the scared-shitless soldier turn around in his seat. Soap peeked his head and looked at him, a grin on his face. “You fucked up, lad. Better warn the private too, if I was ya’. An’ your whole squad. Best of luck.” He spoke in amusement before walking off to find you and Ghost and letting the soldier drown in his shithole of despair.

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Medic!Y/N, shouts : Get more medics here immediately! He’s losing too much blood!

König, barely conscious :

König, thru blurry eyes, enraptured in the light above him :

König, murmurs : Are you… an angel?

König, hand shakily reaches to the illuminated figure before him :

Medic!Y/N : I think he’s lost too much blood. He’s talking nonsense.

Other medic, amused : No, he’s fine. That was him trying to flirt with you.

Medic!Y/N, flustered : He’s delirious.

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hopelesslonelyghost · 1 month

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task force 141 x medic!reader

written on a whim. not beta read

medic!reader who’s actually an M.D. and had to officially pronounce Soap dead.

she gapes at simon who’s pressing his fingers against soap’s bloodied neck but she knows she has to be one to check for herself. so she does.

she holsters her weapon, drops her medpack and slowly kneels. she can feel the heavy weight on her shoulders of the stares of her squad. with a heavy sigh, she slips on blue medical gloves and presses her fingers against johnny’s carotid, somehow having some semblance of hope that she’ll feel a flutter, any sign of life.

instead for the next 60 seconds there’s nothing. looking down at her watch, she calls it. her voice shakes, threatens to crack, but she holds it in. holds it in until she’s able to go back to base and lay alone in her cot.

she rips the gloves off, refusing to keep feeling his blood on her hands. leans back on her shins and rests her hands on her thighs, staring at Johnny until emergency responders can arrive and cart him away.

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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Medic! Reader: Excuse me, I've been washing your blood off my armor so I'm a little late to the conversation. Did you say the prisoner is awake?

Gaz: For now, but I've got a fiver that says Ghost or König rips his spine out within the hour.

Soap: I'll take those odds.

R/n: I see. If you don't mind, do you think I could have a few minutes alone with him?

Hutch: Ha, you gonna give him a band aid for every beating he gets?

R/n: Well if you recall, him and Shepard turned every one of my friends at back at that army outpost into piles of ash. Anyone sick enough to do something like that would almost certainly benefit from a uh...checkup.~

[Hutch and Price look at each other in confusion. Cut to R/n and the thug inside the temporary base.]

Thug, tauntingly: Ooh, What’s the matter? Did the big bad task force get all tuckered out?

R/n: Do you know where we are?

Thug: Huh?

R/n: This is a remote research facility designed to study the surrounding wildlife. I volunteered at one just like it at grad school. Its got a laboratory, an incinerator and oodles of state of the art surgical equipment. Would you like to see them?

[Cut to the 1-4-1 and KorTac members standing outside the base whilst listening to the tortured screams of the thug, various equipment noises and R/n cheerfully singing opera.]

Soap, nervously: Price... I’m scared.

Price: Soap, we're all scared. …except for those two.

Hutch: Yeah, they look ready to propose to the lil’psycho!

[Hutch and Price point at König and Ghost who look like love sick puppies. They had no idea their girl was capable of such violence. The noises stop and R/n emerges from the base.]

R/n, wiping her bloody hands with a hanky: (cheerfully) His name's Zachary Miller, he's ex-military, and he was kind enough to hand over the coordinates to a nearby radio jamming tower.

Horangi: You're kidding.

R/n: No silly, I'm Reader! Ha! Bad joke.

Price: Alright, think he’s in a position to answer a few more questions?

R/n: Oh absolutely!~ (lowers voice) Lemme just go put him back together...

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midnightdjarin · 10 days

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medic!reader has been on my mind a lot lately 😫 (femalemedic!reader x soap)

(if this has already been done, please let me know. i have a big fear of accidentally copying someone)

The minute you spot his mohawk and bright eyes in the infirmary, you know he’s up to something.

You sighed when his face stopped about a foot away from yours, “Johnny, you cannot keep-“

A chuckle escapes his lips, “How do you know that there isn’t something wrong with me?”

You level a flat look at him, “Enlighten me.”

Johnnys eyes avert from yours. He looks down at himself like he’s searching for an injury.

You can’t help the snort that escapes your lips, “You find it yet?”

He holds his hands out in front of himself, like he’s examining them, “Almost, lass.”

You’re in the middle of a sigh when he finally says, “My ankle.”

You raise a skeptical eyebrow, “Your ankle?”

Soap nods like he’s being dead serious.

You shake your head and bite down your smile, “Go sit on the cot in the corner, i’ll be there in a second.”

As he begins walking towards the corner of the room, you swear you can hear whisper a celebratory, “yes.”

A few minutes later, you examine his uninjured foot, “Your ankle is completely fine, Johnny.”

His deep scottish voice rumbles out, “Then how do you explain the fact that it hurts, doll?”

“Your imagination.”

He laughs and goes to put his shoe back on and you can’t help but ask, “Why do you always come here?”

He looks at you almost lovingly, like you are the only person he’s seeing in the room right now, “Because you always manage to make me better, lass.”

You finally smile, “That’s awful convenient, considering you never have any real injuries.”

“I could go stub my toe and come right back?”

“If you do that, I’m handing you over to Elizabeth”, you say, referring to a medic who’s not exactly a fan favorite.

He puts his hand on his heart like the drama queen he is, “Now you wouldn’t betray me like that, would you lass?”

“You never know.”

“Then I better get going, huh?”

“Yes.”

Soap puts his hand on your shoulder, “I’ll be back, doll. Don’t worry.”

Two days later, he stays true to his word and walks into the infirmary.

“What is it this time, Johnny?”, you say with a laugh.

“You know bonnie, my wrist has been kinda givin’ me a hard time-“

“Shut up and sit down.”

“Yes mam.”

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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Bird Strike

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023 which I’m finally catching back up on! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: Top Gun

Prompt: Apollo; light, the sun, truth, inspiration, medicine, healing

Summary: A bird strikes brings Hangman down and leads to confessions from him and Rooster's sister.

Word Count: 1,825

Category: Angst, Fluff

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"Alright, you're all good Bob. Just take it easy on your wrist for a little while, and you should heal up just fine."

"Thanks," said Bob, giving me a smile as he hopped off my exam table. Life was never boring as Top Gun's chief medical officer, but thankfully today I hadn't had to deal with any serious injuries. Just a slightly sprained wrist from a little too much dog fight football.

"Sure thing." I headed for the door with Bob, since I didn't have anyone else waiting for medical attention. Jake Seresin, the most arrogant pilot at Top Gun (except maybe Mav), was currently up flying, and since I didn't have any pressing work to attend to I wanted to listen in on how he was doing.

"Hey!" Bradley, my older brother, waved as soon as he saw me and Bob enter the room. A few aviators were gathered around, listening to the comms between pilots still in the air. "You missed my run."

"Oh no, I'm so sad. How will I ever recover?"

Bradley just rolled his eyes at me as I sidled up next to him beside the radio. I could hear Jake's voice, strategizing with his wingman and tracking the instructor's positions. I tuned in, imagining I could see his plane as it flew across the sky.

"So you're in here listening carefully to the radio for Seresin but not your brother?"

"Shut up," I said, shoving him back much harder than necessary. I wasn't sure if he knew that he'd found some truth in terms of my feelings for Jake, but I never wanted him to know. "I heal injuries for a living, and I'm just as skilled at causing injuries."

"Don't you have some kind of oath to do no harm?"

"You're my exception."

I gave him a fake sweet smile as he narrowed his eyes at me. He opened his mouth, probably to make a bad attempt at a comeback, but he stopped short at the sounds of distress coming from the radio.

"Hangman, watch out!"

"Bird strike, bird strike!"

My heart stopped in my chest. The room went dead silent, everyone freezing and all conversation coming to a stop as we listened to the radio.

"Hangman to Tower, Hangman to Tower. I need to come in for an immediate emergency landing."

"Copy. Just stay calm, we've got the runway open for you."

"Alright. I'm coming around."

The silence stretched on, hanging over the room like a heavy blanket. I twisted my fingers, fidgeting, trying to dispel the nervous energy. He was going to be fine. He had to be.

I saw Bradley glancing at me out of the corner of my eye, but I ignored him. I kept my eyes and attention glued on the radio. I wasn't sure if I wanted the silence to end or not, but I didn't get a choice as the radio crackled to life again.

"Tower, it's no good, I'm losing speed and altitude too fast. I'm gonna have to eject."

I felt like I'd been hit by a train. Wordlessly, I reached out one hand, and Bradley quickly took it. He stood tall and strong beside me, his face clouded while my world spiraled out of control. This could not be happening.

"He's gonna be fine," Bradley muttered. I barely heard him. It sounded like we were underwater, and the room had started to spin.

Bradley and I had lost our dad this way, when the canopy to his fighter jet didn't detach the way it was supposed to. We'd both been pretty young, but I swear I remembered every awful moment of our mother coming to break the news, of Mav explaining just what had happened and how sorry he was with tears in his eyes. When Bradley had decided to follow our dad's path into becoming a pilot, my number one nightmare had been losing him the same way. Now I might be forced to live that reality with Jake instead.

The silence stretched on as Bradley and I stood, shoulder to shoulder, waiting with everyone else in the room. A moment later, I heard Mav's voice over the radio.

"Canopy looked good and I saw a chute."

Mav continued to call out his position for Jake's recovery team, but I barely heard it as relief crashed like a wave through my ears. I wouldn't be completely relieved until he walked through the door, but at least it sounded like he was going to be just fine.

"It's okay," Bradley muttered, pulling me into a quick hug and mumbling into my hair. "It's okay."

I nodded, still feeling a little shaky as I gave him a quick hug before pulling back.

"I need to get to my exam room. Even if he's perfectly healthy, he's gonna need a checkup to make sure nothing's wrong."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to force myself to calm down a little. I shook my head.

"That's alright. I'm okay."

Bradley didn't look totally convinced, but I managed to shake him anyway with a promise to call him if I needed him. I focused on taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself down for the walk back to my exam room. It sort of worked, although I literally paced the room waiting for Jake to be brought in. When I finally heard shuffling outside the door, I quickly crossed the room and flung it open.

"I told you, I'm fine!"

Jake stood in the hallway on his own two feet, wrestling with one of the men who'd brought him in. The guy didn't budge despite Jake's protest, but I decided to step in before things could escalate.

"Jake, get in the exam room."

His head snapped up to face me, but despite his momentary surprise, he didn't back down.

"I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told them, I'm fine. I don't need an exam-"

"You ejected from your plane. You might be walking, but that's no grantee you don't have an injury just waiting to show itself once the adrenaline fades. So come on. The less you fight it, the sooner you can leave and go do whatever it is you want to do so badly."

He fixed me with a look, but I just crossed my arms and stared right back. Finally, once he realized I wasn't going to back down, he sighed.

"Fine. But if I miss somebody shooting Maverick down, I'm gonna be pissed."

I resisted the urge to reply as Jake walked past me, and I followed him into the exam room. My brain still didn't completely believe he was sitting here, in front of me, apparently completely healthy. The adrenaline dump made my hands shake a little as I checked Jake's heartrate and went through a few more basic checks.

"Are you sure you don't feel any pain?" I asked while I worked. I'd already asked him twice before, but I wanted to keep checking in case his answer changed, especially as any potential shock wore off.

"For the third time, yes. Quit hovering already."

I stepped back, hands on my hips as I fixed Jake with a look. He seemed to be perfectly happy and relaxed in the wake of his dangerous adventure, but I was still wrestling with the thought that my worst nightmare almost came true, so I wasn't in the mood to be gentle.

"Jake, it is my job to check you out and make sure you're not injured with something that's going to come back to bite you the second you're out the door. So sit still, stop complaining, and let me do my job!"

"...Since when do you care so much?"

"Excuse me?"

"Not about your job, but... about me. You seem like you care a lot. I thought you hated me for all the shit I give your brother."

I sighed. "No. I mean, sure, sometimes it's annoying and sometimes it's a little over the line, but... no. I don't hate you, Jake."

He didn't really respond, which left me to finish my exam without resistance. Thankfully, he was perfectly healthy, not a scratch on him. Still, that didn't stop my hands from shaking as I lowered my stethoscope. I started to pull away, but Jake caught my hand and stopped me.

"Hey, you're shaking." I closed my eyes and let out a long breath. I'd done so well hiding it until now. "What's wrong?"

I opened my eyes to find Jake staring at me, his bright blue eyes full of unusual concern. I sighed.

"You know mine and Bradley's history, Jake. I lost my dad to the same thing that landed you here today. I've spent every single day since Bradley joined the navy terrified that I would lose him the same way, and then when I heard you on the radio, dropping out of the sky and being forced to eject..." I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and then looking back at Jake. "I've had feelings for you for a little while now, Seresin, but when I heard that call? I just about had a heart attack at the thought of losing you."

Jake huffed a little, disbelieving laugh, then tugged me closer to him. My heart stuttered in my chest as Jake grinned.

"I've had feelings for you for a while now, too," he said. A smile pulled its way onto my face, but a moment later, Jake's expression sobered. "Although I have to warn you, sweetheart, if we do something about those feelings... you're not gonna be any less relaxed going about your day since I'm going to be up in the air all the time."

I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning in to rest my head against Jake's forehead. He still held my hand tight, giving it a little reassuring squeeze.

"I know," I finally said. "But... I'm willing to take that risk. It's worth it to me. And it's not like I wouldn't be worried about you anyway."

Jake pulled away, the grin firmly back in place as he looked at me. "I'm glad I'm worth it to you."

Without another word, he leaned back in, this time for a kiss that I'd thought about more than once (and apparently so had he). We stayed that way for a long time, savoring the moment and each other as my hands wandered over Jake's shoulders, reassuring myself that this was real. He was okay, and now we were both better than okay.

When we finally pulled apart, Jake still had that ridiculous cocky grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tighter to his chest.

"Your brother is gonna hate this," he said gleefully. I just laughed and lightly smacked his chest. He was right, my brother was going to hate this, but Bradley would just have to deal with it. Now that I had Jake, I didn't plan to let him go any time soon.

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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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i live laugh love medic reader. working in hospital/healthcare is crazy like one second im fighting a combative pt trying to bite my hand and spit at me when i try to draw some blood and then next im eating my stupid yogurt for lunch.

i feel like cod dudes would 100% listen to y/n's work gossip lmao ghost: wait so he did-- and then he--, and then he punched the CNA??? bloody hell... soap: he got MAGGOTS??? on his WHERE???? price: *gasp* so she was cheating with the new attending doc this whole time??

LMAO THEY WOULD <3 and i imagine soap is your most frequent flyer in the med bay. do i really need to explain? broken nose, bruises, random obscure injuries he doesn't remember,,, CHRIST JUST PUT HIM IN A BUBBLE !!

price and gaz kinda being problems :/ they "unintentionally" spread gossip around the med unit :///

and then simon, trying to avoid medical help or help in general. but still being on an exam table more often than not :( but he'd def listen to you ramble while you patch him up !!

(not directed at anon) I'm sick of sexy fetishized pornstar medic y/n !! GIVE ME REALISTIC NURSING SHIT !!

IT'S SO MUCH COOLER AND INTERESTING, AND FRANKLY, NURSING IS ALREADY A RESPECTABLE, ATTRACTIVE PROFESSION TO ME !!

#rachel speaks #not writing #medic!reader #nurse!y/n #nurse!reader #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 x y/n #tf 141 x reader #141 headcanons #141 task force

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co-sharkie · 17 days

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Medic! Reader with her boys after an ambush

Grayson Waller, Logan Paul, and Austin Theory x F! Reader

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Grayson and Austin came stumbling into the medical room after their match with New Catch Republic. They were looking more roughed up than you had expected. Grayson holding up Austin who was visibly in pain and holding his chest.

"What happened?" You worried and rushed them both over to a chair. Logan was still lying on the cot, even though he was feeling better after his encounter with Kevin and Randy.

"Judgement Day, that's what happened." Austin managed wheezed out. He flinched as he spoke.

You had to swallow down your anger when hearing the group's name. It seemed like every show someone from the Judgement Day was the reason you had a patient. "Logan, get up. Let Austin lay down."

Logan groaned as he rolled off the cot and sat in the chair Austin was occupying. Austin stumbled into the cot and laid face up.

"Let me guess, Coup de Grace?" Austin nodded. You sighed and felt around his torso. You made sure nothing was broken before moving over to Grayson. "And what happened with you?"

"My fingers just hurt..." he pouted and held up his hand.

"Pete Dunne?" He nodded. You knew Pete wouldn't actually break anyone's fingers, but you figured you'd double check just in case.

While you checked Grayson's hands, he started questioning Logan. "Why are you here?"

"I got a stunner and an RKO. No thanks to you guys." Logan crossed his arms and looked away from Grayson. Logan frowned as he stared at the blank wall.

Grayson looked like he was about to say something to Logan when you cut him off sternly. "Boys, do not start arguing." Austin let out a strangled laugh. Grayson also crossed his arms and turned his back to Logan. Both of their chairs were right next to each other, which made the scene look even more hilarious to you.

"You didn't watch our match?" Austin tried to sit up but you pushed him back down. Your hand had subconsciously rubbed at his shoulder. His pain was evident, and you hated seeing it.

"No, I'm sorry. I was too busy nursing Logan back to health and the t.v. kept cutting out." Austin frowned. "I'll watch the playbacks later tonight."

You ran a hand through Austin's hair. He smiled and leaned into your touch. Thankfully the other boys didn't see, because there would for sure be some jealousy. "You guys should get changed, show ends in ten minutes." You looked over at Logan and Grayson. "Logan, help them get to the locker room?"

Logan grumbled but stood up anyway. "You can't?" Even though he'd do what you said, he was a little upset with the other boys and their lack of success on his planned ambush. Logan and Grayson helped Austin up to his feet.

"No," you grabbed your bag and walked to the door. "I think it's time I had a little chat with Rhea."

#wwe x reader #grayson waller x reader #austin theory x reader #wwe fanfiction #logan paul x reader #medic!reader

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My Home, My Heart - Platonic!141 x Reader

Fem!reader Summary: Y/N has two younger sisters named Emi and Marigold. Y/N has invited her teammates to her farm relax after their deployment, they enjoy an early morning together with Y/N's younger sisters.

Cw: Mentions of an absent mother, mentions of alcohol, very cringe writing

Word Count: 2232

The morning air was cold and thick with the scent of brewing coffee and dusty curtains. You winced, pulling yourself from your cocoon of quilts and comforters. You reached for the knitted sweater you left on the floor with a yawn, still tasting last night's bourbon on your tongue. You scratched the back of your head, tangled hair falling down your back. A pleasant sting in your muscles drew you further into consciousness. The intricate tattoos stretching over the scarred skin was a prideful mapping of your stories and ancestry. A permanent reminder of what you cherished most.

You made your way across the familiar path of your bedroom, your socked feet creeking across the worn wooden floor boards. You thumped down the stairs to squint away the morning light shining through the fogged windows. Tracing your nails across the scratches in the wooden railing as you did when you were little. Your farm house was quaint, nestled into a vast, rich, valley that was folded into the ocean cliffside. If you were lucky and the morning mists parted in time, you could see the sun kiss the churning waters golden. The property had been in your family for decades, the imprint of different generations found in the old oil-stained recipe books stored over your stove, the tablecloths and plaid quilts your grandmothers had sewed together by hand, the worn-in farming tools that you had been teaching your sisters to use, and in the welcoming promise of security you returned to after every deployment. You cared for this home, the same way it had cared for you and your sisters. So when money grew scarce and your mother abandoned the property, you joined the military, trained as a combat medic, and sent the majority of your checks back to the farm and into your sister's schooling. Little did you know that in joining the army and eventually qualifying as an SAS soldier, you would find yourself under the command of Captain John Price along with the other chosen candidates for the coveted 141 squad. In which you had managed to find the comfort of home far away from it.

You had found it in their smiles and their hearty laughter. In Johnny's jabs at Simon for his British mannerisms and in your conversations with Gaz regarding his nightmares surrounding the night he first met the captain. You found it in your Price’s encouraging rants about bravery and in his habit to always make sure you had eaten at least one thing that day. You found it in random bars and around a deck of cards, in the bottom of cheap beer bottles and the barracks of the different bases you were rotated between. When you first joined, you believed that you had only two goals, make sure none of these men die, and if they do make sure they don’t die alone. It was only through the many bullets you had to dig out of their muscles and the frantic stitching of open wounds did you begin to see these men as your brothers rather than colleagues. You cared for them with disciplined tenderness, never treating them as broken but always ready to help fix and mend their wounds. And as your first year on the team stretched into three you eventually had invited them to spend a few nights at the farm. Before, only Gaz, Roach and Johnny found time to make the trip. It was only now that you had convinced everyone to come up for at least one night, with Price and his wife meant to be driving up that evening. It was meant to symbolize how far you had come as a team but also a merging between your two homes. A celebration of your camaraderie and friendship, or that's what you told yourself as you stocked up on ibuprofen for the inevitable hangovers you would have to deal with. Your sisters were ecstatic, to have someone else in the house to talk and play with other than you. You couldn’t blame them. In your phone calls with Marigold in the days leading up to your flight back, she couldn’t stop talking about how happy she and Emi were to see their uncle Johnny and to finally meet the mysterious Simon Riley you talked so much about.

Your lieutenant was someone you knew didn’t have a home like yours to return to. You had never forced Simon into feeling obligated to accept your offer, even if you told him every holiday and summer season that he was welcomed in your home and that your sisters would love to meet him. So, when you made your way to the kitchen and saw from across the tiled counter that your youngest was sitting at his side, asking feverish questions about his tattoos while tracing them with her small chubby fingers, you felt a mixture of relief and pride bloom in your chest. ‘Morn’in… you sleep well?’ Gaz asks who stands at your coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. You smile, realizing that the tension that held his shoulders back and his jaw tight had finally dissipated. The cream cable-knit sweater was pulled up to his elbows so as to not get the fabric dirtied with coffee grounds.

‘Of course.. How could I not after last night?’ He smirked, dumping fresh grounds into the machine. You were referencing the long card game you had played the night before. All of you finally went to bed when Roach’s slurred speech was entirely indiscernible, elated from the bottles of Geniuss Johny had brought from his trip into town that day with Simon.

‘Well, you are still the only one who has managed to stay sober, that might change tonight once captain gets here’ Gaz says, you snickered as you pulled the fridge open, finding the coffee creamer. You handed it to Gaz, knowing he is the only one who likes the stuff, you stocked up. In a trade, he handed you a cup of coffee of your own. You took a generous swig, the dark liquid burned down your throat, waking you up.

‘Y/N!’ The squeal of your little sister's voice made you smile widely, giggling at the way she perked up from Simon’s arms, finally noticing you. Her bright red hair was messy and tangled. Your old shirt she had chosen to sleep in hung from her small body with the tube socks bunching down her calves. You set the cup down before crouching down to pick her up and swing her into your arms as she ran into the kitchen, peppering her freckled cheeks and forehead with kisses. After coming back from every deployment, you tried to give your sisters as many kisses and hugs you think they missed when you were away.

‘There’s my little lass! What were ya do’in with our Simon there lovie? This early in ‘da morn’in?’ You cooed, brushing back the frizzy strands from her bright round face. Her arms pat your shoulders in her built up excitement. ‘He- He was tell’in me ‘bout the dwa’ins on his a~arms.. It’s like yours!’ She said pointing back at Simon, who sat idly on your couch. The one requirement you gave him was that he wasn’t allowed to wear his ski-mask in the house. You wanted your sisters to know the real Simon, not the soldier. You chuckled, looking back at your lieutenant, his lips drawn upwards as he looked down at his hands. Gaz reached over and ruffled your sister's hair before kissing her head and turning back to switch on your old stove and pulling out a large pan from your cupboard. ‘Was he now? That is just… huh’ You said fake-surprised. Only your baby sister could have gotten Simon to smile so easily. Gaz softly chuckled as you set your sister on the island counter. You heard Simon scoff, leaning back on the couch. You winked at Gaz, realizing that you and him now had the best blackmail for when you were back on base. ‘What do you want in your pancake’s Emi?’ Gaz asked you sister, fishing out the carton of eggs, fetched yesterday by Marigold from your coop.

‘Chocolate please.. And blueberries!’ Emi said, swinging her feet ‘Is Roach and Soap up yet?’

You ask both of them, fetching another mug and pouring a cup of coffee for Simon. Carrying the fresh cup over to your lieutenant. ‘Kid’s knocked out cold.. really can’t handle his liquor. Johny’s up though.. Took Mari out to chop would I think’ Simon said, nodding as he took the steaming porcelain cup into his large hands. ‘Did he? We should fetch them in a few.. wanna get started on dinner prep after Gaz finishes up’ You say, looking out the window expecting to see your sister and Johnny with arms filled with pine logs, trudging through the thick build-up of snow. You sip your coffee, fat lazy flakes of white drift lazily from the hazy sky. In the distance you can see the plump black bodies of your cows stomping through the blanketed fields, swaddled in their winter coverings. The soft crackle of the wood stove in your living room blended together with the muted conversation struck up between Emi and Gaz. Emi asking him if he had cows and chickens in Birmingham like we do here. You turned at the shuffled Simon standing beside you. One of his hands in his sweatpants pocket with the other wrapped around the rim of his mug. You smiled, hoping that Simon felt the same collective comfort you felt any time you would look out from this window. ‘My sister would never! She.. Sh-’ ‘Oh but she would! She’s an absolute menace lassie..’ You groaned, leaning your head back. Johnny’s voice carried from the back porch. Only now did you realize that having your teammates and your sisters in the same room meant they now had every reason to share the many embarrassing stories of you they had collected over the years. You took another swig of your coffee, smiling at the sound of Marigold's high-pitched laughter as Johnny recounted one of the nights he had to drive you home from the bar with you entirely shit-faced, trying to grab hold of the steering wheel from the backseat. You smiled down at your cup, downing the last of the hot liquid. ‘I’m really glad you're here Si’ You say, just loud enough for the two of you. Looking up at him, you couldn’t tell if the softening of his eyes was from the coffee kicking in or your comment. Either way, to see your Lieutenant so relaxed was rare and welcomed. You were proud that you could give this to him. Repayment for all of the times he had listened to your rantings about your mom’s non-involvement in your sisters lives. For the late-night walks around the different bases after one of you had a nightmare. For the constant reassurance that you could stick behind him and the rest of the team for protection and certainty. He turned to you to say something, only you had turned away at the crack of the porch door opening and snowy boots being kicked off.

‘Y/N! is it true that you were captured by yanks and..and Johnny had to save you? Your sister asked you, her face flushed red from the bite of the cold and the swinging of your axe. Between your two sisters, Marigold looked the most like you. The gentle swoop of her freckled nose and chocolate brown eyes always was a surprisingly reminder that you shared her beautiful features. You took the pale bucket from her arms, filled with split cedar logs. Looking over her shoulder to glare at your sergeant, who winked at you as he unzipped his coat. Snowflakes falling off of his shoulders. ‘You go wash up lovie, breakfast should be done by then, Ya Gaz?’ You asked into the kitchen, receiving a muted ‘yea’ from Gaz. You gently squeezed your sister's icy cheeks. You kissed her hairline, her darker red curls peeking out from the green headband she tied her hair back with. She hurried up the stairs with a hum. You sighed, placing the pale on your hip. You watched as Johnny ruffled Emi’s hair as he got himself coffee before taking his place beside Simon, who still stood watching your snowy farm through the fogged window. You sighed, crouching in front of the wooden stove and opening the hatch. The dwindling flames licked your arms as you placed the fresh wood over the coals. The ambient shrill of laughter and the warm buttery scent of Gaz’s pancakes settled you. You shut the stove with a harsh click. You picked up your baby sister from the counter and set her on your hip, tsking at the chocolate smudged around her mouth. A clear indication that Gaz let her get into the chocolate chip bag. You smiled, looking out over your home. Realizing that the people you cared for the most were all here. Tucked away in your warm, hidden paradise. There would be no surprises, no alarms or sirens, no uncertainty and panic. For once, you were certain in the safety of your team and certain in your care and appreciation for them. You just hoped that they felt the same.

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ficmashup · 4 months

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half request??

just got into work and found out one of my patients died an hour after i left my last shift. and i’m kinda taking it a bit rough. how do you think price or simon would comfort medic! reader after a terrible day like this. obviously no pressure and pls ignore this if you’d like, im just in need of some comfort/angst/fluff🫤

A Bad Day

A/N: Oh, Anon, I'm so sorry that happened. That's incredibly hard to go through. Hope this short and sweet fic gives you a little comfort. <3 I tried to keep the situation pretty vague, so take it as you will. (Also thanks for being the first to send me an ask!) I personally pictured my OC G for this, but this can really just be Price x medic!reader.

Warnings: Language, moodiness, clear implication of something bad having happened.

Word Count: 1.1k

Nothing else exists outside the paperwork I’m filling out.

There are a few desks offered in the back of the medical tent and I claim one of them as my own rather than going back to my room to be alone. The shuffling of feet and soft voices keeps me from my own thoughts as I bury myself in the monotony of filling out information. The boys stop by throughout the day. Soap tries to tease me and make a few jokes, but all he gets from me is a few hums. Gaz comes by next and leaves a small pile of hard candies without saying much. I don’t touch any of them.

Simon comes by and he just drags a stool over, sitting beside my desk within my eyeline. After a handful of minutes, I sigh and let my pencil pause even though I still don’t look at him. “Fuck off.” I tell him under my breath and go back to work.

“Why don’t you come to the training ring with me for a while?” He offers and my eyes shut a moment.

“Don’t treat me gently right now.” My voice is low and holds a warning.

He leans an elbow on my desk and my eyes snap to his. He stills. “Didn’t know me offering to go a few rounds was gentle.”

“It is. You’re trying to be nice and sometime in the future, I’m sure that I’ll be grateful for the effort. But not today and not now.” I get back to work and take a deep breath to keep myself steady. “I just need to do something successfully right now. Be productive. And I don’t need a chaperone.” A few beats pass before Ghost sighs and gets up, his fingers tapping twice on my desk before he walks out.

I’m left alone for the rest of the day and I finish all my work along with a dozen useless tasks to simply fill my time. Night falls and I rub my eyes as they ache before rising from the desk. A deep breath leaves me before I turn towards the exit to find Price waiting with his arms crossed. My body laxes at the sight of him, tiredness catching up with me along with the weight of the day. I walk over slowly and stop in front of him, letting him read my expression as I barely manage to give him a weak smile. “I have food waiting in your room.” He says softly as we begin walking down the hall. I appreciate the little touch of his fingers to the inside of my arm as we turn and the feeling of his hand hovering over my lower back. It’s all we allow ourselves while still in a public place.

“I don’t feel much like eating.” I murmur and he hums.

“I know.”

It’s that quiet acceptance that makes me swallow as emotions crowd my throat. I focus on Price’s steady presence and the faint scent of cigars that always seems to linger on him. When we get to my room, I walk in and sit on the end of my bed while Price steps in after me to shut the door. I set my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands. A second passes before John sighs as he gets onto his knees in front of me with his hands gently sliding up and down my arms.

“I’m here if you want to talk and I’m here if you want to be silent. Either way, I’m here.” His voice rumbles through me and I open myself up a bit more to make room for him to press closer. My arms rest on his shoulders while his rest over my thighs, his fingers skimming up and down my sides.

“Pretty bad day.” I whisper and he hums while I press my temple against his. “I keep replaying it. Debating if there was something else that I could have done—”

“Don’t do that.” He pulls back just enough so that I can see his pretty blue eyes. His hat gets discarded onto the bed beside me. “You did everything you could have at the time. After that, it’s out of your hands.” I nod and reach up to idly run my fingers through his beard as we simply share space for a while. Breathe the same air. Soak in the comfort of simply being with someone who understands.

Eventually he tempts me up to my desk to eat something and he even slips me a bar of chocolate that makes me feel a little lighter. He pulls my feet into his lap and fondness fills my heart as he removes my boots and socks. His fingers slide under my pants, kneading my calves one by one as I eat and even feed him a bite or two of chocolate as payment for the attention.

“Hope I didn’t upset the boys too much today.” I say when I’m finished and I’m just watching him touch me with such gentle care that it makes everything seem a little better.

He chuckles. “We’re all still learning what each other needs. They won’t hold it against you.”

“How many came to complain to you today?” I risk asking and hum a laugh when he gives me a smile. All of them, then. “That’s sweet.”

“You don’t have to worry about them today, sugar. Let me take care of you.” He gives my legs a little tug and I melt a bit more in my chair, letting him.

My lips press together as I think for a few moments and Price stays quiet as he lets me. “It’s going to take me a while to get past this one.” My voice is hushed.

Price’s expression doesn’t change as he nods. “Sometimes it does. That’s fine. As long as you don’t let it stop you.” I take this in, storing his words away for when I might need them before easing up from my seat and sliding onto his knee. He instantly wraps an arm around my waist to pull my body against his while my fingers gently scratch the baby hairs on the back of his neck.

“Mind if I do something terribly unprofessional?” I ask and soak in the humor glittering in his eyes.

“I’m clearly a stickler for professionalism.” His hand squeezes my hip while my head tilts to get closer to him, our lips a fraction apart.

“Clearly.” I give him a sweet kiss. “Thank you.” I murmur against his lips and rest my forehead against his.

“Always.” He whispers back. For the first time today, I feel steady with him under me and his arms around me.

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yawnderu · 5 months

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K-9 — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Part II

Sick as a dog, and just as vicious.

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Simon scores a date with his favorite medic

Simon has to be under her watch after getting a knife to the gut.

"Oi, doc." Simon calls out and you sigh softly, gaze drifting from your patient report to him, his unmasked figure lays on the medical bed, gauze wrapped tightly over his abdomen, keeping his newest injury guarded from anything that could rub on or mess up the stitches.

"Why'd they call you K-9?" One of his thin, eyeblack stained eyebrows lifts as he looks at you, already feeling bored from having to stay still for so long, movement limited by the patched up stab wound on his stomach.

"Long story." You dismiss him, looking back down at the patient report you were writing for him. His medical file was interesting, indicating no pictures of him should ever be taken, as well as additional personal and professional information.

"You got surgery in 2020, what's that about?" You didn't notice any bigger scars whenever he was injured, having already seen his naked torso and part of his legs.

"Curious 'bout me, doc?" His tone is slightly teasing, the smug bastard thinking he's funny by asking that. A single eye roll is enough to get him to speak, a deep, gravelly chuckle escaping his lips before he answers.

"Took a nasty gunshot to the leg, was fadin' fast." He lays back down, gaze drifting towards the ceiling as he thinks about it. He was so close to death himself, only three years ago.

"Thought it'd be more interesting." Your bluntness never fails to make him double take. It's not passive aggressive or mean, just... way too honest. More than he's used to.

"I'll get a proper grand injury just for you, lass." You roll your eyes again, taking a sip from your coffee to hide the way the corners of your lips are tugging up. It's amusing, really, to find out how much Simon has changed throughout the years. Price told you he used to be much more quiet, though after 4 years of working with the task force, he was able to open up, getting more and more used to interacting with a team rather than being a lone wolf.

"That's not necessary, I can give it to you myself if you'd like." Your gloved hand presses on the scalpel on your white coat before going back to writing his medical report, tone laced with subtle humor.

"She can joke." He taunts, trying to sit up before a sharp hiss of pain escapes his lips. You frown, the report taking way too long to finish because you keep getting interrupted.

"Hold on." You walk up to him, hands holding onto his strong back before you try to help the behemoth of a man sit up. His calloused hands hold onto your forearms, a few low, deep groans escaping his lips at the strain his flexing muscles are causing to the fresh injury.

"Fuckin' hell." He mutters and you look up, eyes focusing on his pained expression for a second too long. Simon isn't ugly, really, but when his face is all scrunched up in pain, sweat gathering in the form of clear specks all over his eyeblack stained skin? He looks almost majestic. You get your head out of the gutter, placing some soft pillows behind his back to help keep him up without much strain.

"You should be healed up soon enough, got lucky the bastard didn't stab that deep." You shrug, looking back at the tiny coffee maker in your office before you look back up at him, his brown eyes already staring back at you, pupils blown, as usual.

"Want some coffee?" He shakes his head politely, eyes closing in pain as he tries to get into a more comfortable position.

"A cuppa would be nice." You flick his forehead softly, tired eyes drifting towards the clock on the wall. 0100, yet you simply nod and grab your phone from the desk.

"Try not to die while I'm gone." The door closes behind you before he can reply, brown eyes closing as he sighs when you're gone. He doesn't even know how it all started. Simon is a man of discipline, a soldier, a Ghost, yet the way his heart quickens and his cock hardens whenever he's with you is something he can't control, as if a parasite made home in his brain and is using his body as a vessel, ridding him completely of any self-control.

You come back 10 minutes later, a tray with a cup of hot tea and food placed on his lap, the almost comforting warmth quickly spreading through his legs and body.

"Thank you." He moves the spoon around the cup of Earl Grey, letting the sugar mix in for a hot minute before he takes a sip from it, nodding his head once in approval. He was starving, really, but he tried his best to eat slowly, ignoring his hungry stomach begging him to wolf it all down. His eyes drift back to the tray, attention caught by the singular orange left there.

His hands fumble for one of the knives in his clothes, finding all of the straps were removed by you and placed too far away for his injured body to reach. He looks back up at you, admiring you in silence and truly taking you in. The way you lift your glasses every once in a while even before they can slip down the bridge of your nose, the way your hand fiddles with the pen and your lips turn into a small pout whenever you're not sure how to describe something in the report, the way you look so angelic under the dim lights of the infirmary—

"What are you lookin' at?" You don't even bother looking back at him, feeling his stare on you for the past two minutes. He has such an intense gaze that makes you feel as if he can see through your soul, yet it never intimidated you.

"Nothin', bird, nothin'. Peeled you an orange."

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makrokosmuss-blog · 1 year

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To see me

Summary: A head wound can be fatal for a Mandalorian. To not reveal ones face contrasting strictly with a pain that needs to be treated. Yet Din finds himselfs a savior - and is himself shocked at how much his touch starved soul enjoys each and every caress of soft hands.

Warning: Head trauma, blind reader, a lot of pining and a bit anxiety from Mando's side A/N: Due to request here a little short story about a blind reader/ medic reader tending to Mando.

“It is fine.” “It is not.” The Armorers voice was firm and it still made Din quiver like a boy when she spoke in that tone to him. It also made the throbbing pain on the back of his head worse. Injuries to the head were not usual for Mandalorians. For reasons that need not be explained. Especially because of that reason they were deadly as well. The motivation to never show one's face was deemed to be greater than the one to stop a slow painful death due to a head wound. This was the Second time Din had ended up with one. The first time he’d thankfully been in the presence of a droid that helped him out. This time however, he hadn’t been as lucky. It was at the back of his head too, he was unable to treat it no matter how often he’d tried. With dizziness and a migraine that drove him mad he’d made it to the others, hoping he’d recover if he’d just rested. Again, he hadn’t been lucky. Days had passed and his state had nothing but worsened. A fever joined the migraine and the vertigo and it hadn’t been long til the Armorer had caught on to it. “If it’s a head wound it needs treatment. Soon.”, she spoke, her voice still tense and like she was scolding a thick headed child. “And how am i going to get that?”, Mando asked, looking up at her. In his state, sick with fever and his vision blurred even through the sharpening visor he felt like laying straight back down. Grugo sat on his makeshift bed beside him. Cooing worryingly. The little guy had not left his side since it had happened and had that saddened look on his little green face that made Din’s heart melt. The foundling had tried often enough to get under his helmet, use his healing on him but yet again and again Din had carefully sat him down, telling him it was not right.

The Madnalorian before him crossed her arms, armor shining in its golden hue as it caught the light of the setting suns outside the window. It caused Din’s migraine to flare up worse than before. “I would know someone. I have to see if they are still around…”, she said. Her voice lower now, nearly a whisper. Mando frowned, shaking his head, slowly, not to make matters worse. “How would that work out?”, he asked, confused by her statement. Yet again, he wasn’t quite fit to think at all lately. “It does. I’ve sought them out many times before.”, the Armorer explained in a calming tone. “Is it a droid, then? I still don’t love them but i’d surely give it a go…”, he answered. Even he noticed just how weak he sounded. “No droid. But it is right for our kind. You can trust me on this, I will make contact. Rest now.” Din felt her hand on his shoulder. Warm. And reassuring. His head killed him. He closed his eyes. Trusting her.

Grogu whined. A day had passed and Din found himself in his cockpit, readying the ship for flight. He looked over his shoulder, watching the little guy squeal. “What? I’m fine. I can fly you know.”, he said out loud. Watching Grorgu’s reaction. “I can. Don’t give me that look. I’m fine enough. I won’t kill us.”, he muttered, turned back to face the console again. Sometimes he felt crazy. For talking so much to his foundling, knowing he would get no answer. Maybe all the years of doing missions in solitude had made him mad after all. Nervous, definitely. Nervous to meet someone. Nervous about what would happen. About how this would go. He stared ahead. The ship was ready to go. Grugo cooed. “Fine Fine I’ll put the thing on auto-pilot. Let’s go.”, Din sighted, forcing him to just trust fate on this one. I. A Gaze He held Grogu closely, pressed against him. This was the place. He was sure of it. And yet he had not knocked nor rang for a minute now, simply staring the door down. The planet was nice. Clean. Green - bluish flora bloomed around the place. The street seemed awfully clean. No shady alleys, no run down taverns, no greasy walls. This wall before him was pure white. A house build of strangely white and smooth stone. Strange flying tiny creatures around him, surrounding the flowers in the garden before it that he still stood in. Grogu, once more, brought him back to reality. A soft coo this time. As if he was asking if everything was alright. It caused Mando to take a sharp inhale, his heart still beating fast. He did not know why he was nervous at all. Maybe because he was about to take off his helmet in there. Or maybe because this place seemed all too wrong for him. Too clean, too nice. He sat his Foundling down carefully. His head spun as he did. It reminded him all too well exactly why he found himself here in the first place. He stared ahead again. The display in his visor telling him once more that yes - this was the location he was ought to be. Somehow, even though it was the Armorer herself who’d sent him here, he felt his anxiety act up. He’d messed up already. He’d taken off the helmet before. He’d swore to himself he’d do anything to never have that happen again. And here he was, about to break that promise. Grogu squealed. He seemed happy enough. Raising his little hands to touch the blue leaves and then tried to get to the little creatures that sat on it. “Alright then. Let’s go.” Din took a deep breath, lifted his hand and knocked. Three times. Muscles tight. Expression stern. And then it all changed. Then She opened the door. II. A Whisper

It had taken her a while to get the door. To make her way towards the knocking sound, but as she did, she had surely noticed him standing before it. Mando stared her down. Straight up gazing at her soft features. The shine of her hair. The silken dress that hugged her figure loosely but oh so wonderfully. She was radiant. Dazzling. Mando felt his heart drop into his stomach, his heart picking up. She hadn’t spoken a single word until now. And he hadn’t either. Damn it he hadn’t even moved. This woman was supposed to take care of his head? How was that going to work out? Ignoring the fact that her looks bedazzled him, he still did not know how she was to solve this problem that he had. That he was here for. Mando watched her closely. Taking a deep breath. He was just about to say something when he noticed her soft smile changing into a confused little tilt of her head as she drew her brows together. “Hello?”, she asked, uncertainty tainting her voice. Hello? Mando was the one frowning in confusion now. Why was she asking as if she didn’t see him standing right in front of her. Grogu squealed on the ground, raising his tiny arms towards the woman and grinning brightly - as if he’d solved the mystery before him. Mando, following the little one's gaze looked up again and then, suddenly it clicked for him as well. She did indeed not see him. It was the certain silver glimmer in her eyes that had given it away. Only visible when he was truly looking for it. She was blind. It rang through his head. And so many questions were answered. Quickly explaining himself, Mando stood up straight. He cleared his throat, then spoke: “I ah…the Mandalorian. The Headwound. The Amorer send me.” Not much of an explanation, he noticed quickly. Feeling a bit shy and nervous and still dizzy before her. The smile returned to the woman's features none the less and she quickly nodded, making a small and elegant side-step to make room for him to enter the door. “Of course! I’ve been waiting for you. Please, come in.”, she chimed, the smile on her lips genuine, Mando did notice now. In the way the focus of her eyes was just off. She moved so naturally though. So beautifully, swayfully elegant. The woman had already made him forget the pain in his head for just a minute there. III. A touch He had entered the small house. Had been told to sit down. Mando did, as usual, exactly as he was told. It gave him time to look around and calm his breathing. He was still nervous as hell, even though this turn of events had indeed calmed him a bit. She could look at him, straight up, no helmet involved, and would not see his face. It was quite the genius concept for a mandalorian medic, really. Yet again, he asked himself just how good of a medic she was if she could not see what the hell she was doing. It frightened him a little. As did the fact that he was still to remove his helmet right in front of the lovely woman. He had asked her where he could sit Grogu down for the time being. She had shown him to a room. A couch in it. A desk. Not much more. Yet the cushions were soft enough and with some loving words of encouragement and explanation the little foundling sat perfectly still on them. Mando bringing his favorite snack along and offering it as a bribe surely had helped as well. That dilemma was taken care of then. Only her remained. Her, the mysterious woman who still sorted things out just behind him. Her, that made him all so nervous in two very different ways. “Are the blinds closed?”, she asked, her voice as soft as he remembered it. He did not need to look at them to know they weren’t. “No. May I close them?”, he asked, a frown on his features. He’d love to get up and just…move to ease the tight muscles and calm his quickly beating heart. “Yes that would be lovely, thank you.”, she smiled softly, turning to him. He watched her again. Not returning the smile. She wouldn’t see it anyway. He asked himself if that was making it better or worse for his conscience. He needed to ask. At least to take the pressure off a little. Yet he felt it was not very nice to do so. He wavered, then turned over his shoulder as he closed the black curtains before the window, darkening the room. “I…I’m sorry to ask. truly I am but…”, he started, soon to be interrupted by her. He was surprised that it turned out to be a chuckle. A sweet and delightful yet soft chuckle. “I see nothing. No worries. You can take the helmet off without restraint, Mandalorian. This isn’t the first time I am doing this.”, she explained. Her tone was reassuring and well meant. It eased him a little. “Huh…Alright then.”, he agreed quietly, taking his seat once more. He looked around. The room was pretty barren, a bit minimalistic but apart from that nice and still cozy in a way. “Anything I can…do?”, he asked, tapping the chair nervously with his gloved fingers. She smiled at that, concentrated on her silver tray before her with all kinds of useful utensils on it. “You may undress.”, she spoke. It made Mando’s skin trickle. “All or…”, he asked, voice deep, trying his best not to stutter. “It’s just the head wound, yes?”, she asked, raising a brow. “Yes, all else iis taken care of.”, he answered dryly. “Just the helmet, the gloves and the shoulder pieces then. Please.” Just. Mando disliked even that quite a lot. Yet got to work quickly. All felt relatively normal but the helmet. He wavered at the helmet. Not quite daring to take it off just yet. She moved over to him then. And then he felt her. Soft hands, caressing over his shoulder, towards his chest.

The man felt blood rushing to his head and his skin tingled. He had been so touch starved for so long that even this felt like the most intimate thing he’s felt in months and just like that, he tensed up underneath her gentle hands. She stood behind him. Her hands on his shoulder, caressing and massaging along the neck. “Helmet is still on, I feel.”, she teased. The woman did not judge nor pressure him. She sounded understanding, if anything. “I..yeah…Sorry it’s…”, he started, stumbling over his words. impossible. horrid. most intimate. near hurtful. “I understand. Completely. We’ll take it slow, no need to remove it just now.”, she spoke. Her tone was so calm and reassuring. So very guiding and careful with him. Mando found himself enjoying that a bit too much for his own liking and just like that he leaned back a little, enjoying the massage of his strained neck. A touch most magical.

“Tell me what exactly the problem is.”, she offered, trying to ease him into teh experience. Mando sighted. Closing his eyes. “Mission gone wrong. I landed head first on stone. Hard. Usually the helmet buffers each fall but I must've landed in a bad way. Hit my head. Just above the right eye.”, he explained. He was still tense. Still nervous. His heart was pacing quickly and his breathing was irregular. She only hummed softly. Urging him to go on. Her hands never stopped caressing him. She felt wonderful.

“I…had a bad headache after that. Noticed blood trickling out from underneath my helmet. Checked myself in the mirror. Was too dazed to do something about it myself. It only got worse after I checked back in with the others.”, he continued. He was easing slightly. Losing himself in her touch and his tale. “I understand.”, she nearly whispered, “What exactly worsened?” This time he answered straight away. Way less restrained. “The pain. Dull and throbbing behind my forehead. Dizziness. Nausea.”, he sighted.

“I am very sorry to hear that. I’ll see what I can do, It might be serious however.”, she warned him, genuine worry and feel in her voice. Mando nodded. “I…trust you. I suppose.”

“You can. Many of your brothers and sisters have come here. There wasn’t one yet whom I could not aid.”, the woman spoke reassuringly, squeezing his shoulders lightly as a little heads up. Mando found himself smiling at that. “Now. Helmet. Want to take it off yourself or do you want me to do it?”

He froze again at that. Damn he’d grown quite comfortable just now. Could’ve stayed like that…but there was the matter at hand. “I…” Mando had never ever thought that he would ever let someone else touch his helmet. Yet again. Many Mandalorians had come here. He was safe with her. It was alright. It was fine. Trauma trickled underneath his skin. To be seen. To remove the helmet himself and… “Would you do it?” He wouldn’t want to repeat that trauma.

She was soft. And respectful. Her slender hands found the right button to release the tight grip of the helmet all too soon and with the uttermost care she grasped underneath the metal, lifting it off his head.

Mando still hated and loathed every second of it, yet again, the extreme pain that flooded through his body like a toxin as soon as the pressure of the helmet was released showed him just how much this action was necessary,

“Are you okay?”

She had asked carefully, still holding his helmet in her hands. “I…Yeah.”, the Mandalorian before her answered. Sweetly, she reached over him, placing the helmet back into his hands, so he could hold tightly onto it during the procedure. She still stood behind him. Still, even in theory could not glance at his features. Din Djarin felt utterly naked nonetheless.

“You have a lovely voice. By the way.”, she then said. Mando frowned, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her without a second thought. “What?”, he asked, not noticing he had just turned his features to her right then. She seemed to look right through him. So sweet, so beautiful she stood before him, a lovely smile on her perfect lips. “Without the modulator. You sound handsome.”, she repeated herself. A blush creeped up her cheeks and Mando felt his heartbeat picking up pace once more.

“I…thank you.” “You are very welcome.” “You”, , he stopped himself there. not daring to tell her just how wonderful she looked, “It’s…nothing. Sorry.” “All good then. Let’s get you sorted out.”, she spoke with that smile of hers, closing in again.

Her soft hands running over his bare skin. He reveled in every last one of her touches. Painful or not. “You’ll be out of here in no time, Mandalorian.”, she promised. He could hear the smile in her soft voice. Hoping she would be wrong.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Battinson watching his medical!reader do something incredibly dangerous?

When you freeze for just a moment on the sidewalk, Bruce and Alfred both tense, turning to look where you're looking.

There's a man, pacing and tearing at is hair, looking tense, muttering to himself. His clothes look mostly clean- perhaps two days of wear and the stubble on his jaw was from perhaps the same amount of time.

"Call dispatch," you tell them, taking a deep breath.

"The police-"

"Not police," you say, walking forward. "Dispatch. Tell them to send Officer Rivera- she's on shift today. He knows her. He'll let her take him-"

"Y/N," Bruce said grabbing your wrist. But before he can stop you, you're running. Snatching the man out of oncoming traffic and forcing him to the ground, using a sort of hold Bruce isn't familiar with. One he suspects only worked because the man isn't too much bigger than you. More bulk but a similar height.

"C'mon Charlie," you tell him, grunting with the effort of holding him, "It'll be alright, hun."

"They can fucking hear me," he groaned, "They can hear me and they're so fucking loud."

"Listen to me," you tell him, "Can you hear me?"

"Your voice is good," he said nodding.

"Do you know who has hold of you?"

"Yeah," he panted, "Thanks, Doc."

"Okay. You're okay. Listen. I'm trying to get someone to call dispatch," you say clearly, "We're gonna try to get Officer Rivera."

"Who's calling?" he snapped, struggling.

"Friends of mine," you say quickly, "Look to your right- No hun. Your other right- You see the elderly man on the phone? And the lanky guy next to him?"

"Yeah-"

"They're my friends, 'kay? We were walking when we saw you-"

"Walking?"

"Going to a party. I'm gonna loosen up just a little, Charlie. But you keep listening. Keep talking to me, kay?"

Bruce watched you shift slightly, loosening your grip and swallowed hard. If this broke bad, it would go real bad. There'd be no way you could defend yourself if he got away from you. Or if he got tired of talking.

But the man seemed to know you. Seemed to trust you. But what if that wasn't enough?

He couldn't help the involuntary sigh when a squad car pulled in and a female office got out. Hands where they could be seen, strolling forward to offer the man, Charlie, a hand off the ground.

Alfred and Bruce watched the negotiation. Talking him into a voluntary trip to the hospital. No restraints, No injections. Just to go get check out. See what he needed while they tracked down his daughter to take him home.

Both of them pulled you to your feet and you shook the dirt from your skirt, staggering slightly. And Bruce swept forward, tucking your arm through his to steady you on your feet, "Thanks," you sigh, "most of his weight was resting on my leg."

"There wasn't another way to do that?" Bruce huffed.

"Not one that was that efficient."

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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[Medic! Reader is demonstrating pressure points. She’s pinching the back of Soap’s neck to relieve some stress.]

R/n: Of course if you miss this spot by a quarter inch either way, you could render a person blind or impotent!~

[she releases him]

Gaz: Soap are you okay?

Soap, looks at him: Well, I can see.

[A nurse walks by drops something they lean over to look for it. Soap’s just looking at their butt with a dopey grin on his face.]

Soap: Oh, yeah, I’m fine.~

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huitzilinthebudgie3 · 1 year

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A Stormy Night

Sunstreaker x Cybertronian!Praxian Femme !!!

Summary : Fate's a strange thing , especially when it came to Y/N

Notes : I know the summary's cringy but , i tried lol . Let me know if you guys like it . I know Sunny's OOC , i'm hoping it gives the right emotion but like always . I was feeling cute , might delete it later lol

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Y/n sighed as she sagged in her spot on the public transport as she waited for her very long ride to her last stop . She rubbed at her Medic sigils , they were considered a weakness in this part of Iacon as she muttered a straight forward montra about traveling to Iacon . ‘I don’t look for trouble , it won’t come ! If it were me in this position , i’d want someone to help me !! And the money pays our bills !!’ She shivered at the cold and wondered aloud where this last job/check up would be as she sauntered up the stairs before earning herself a whistle . She glared silently as her job would be fast and simple . She paused briefly looking from building to building before someone burst out of the building she stood at , a bright red mech running down the street in a rush . Her hand reaching for her vibro-blade out of habit that resided in her subspace by her wrist and holding her vibro-blade. Promptly scaring the slag out of her as the next Mech glared silently , his appearance every bit what she expected from this side of Iacon , shined to a iridescent shine . She felt grimy and was covered in Soot and dust, as she sheepishly tilted her healm and shrugged her shoulders ``What's a medic doing here !" She cycled her optics before venting deeply "I was called about a possible sparkling ?" The mech gave her a drool look "A Medic ?" She nodded looking the mech up and down "Supposedly a split spark , the carrier wants it out before she does something drastic . And i need to stablize them” she shrugged nonchalantly with an explanation in case this mech had ulterior motives as she shifted a bit anxiously .

She could be punished for even speaking to a mech of such a high status, by merely speaking out of turn “I’m trying to get there beforehand , but i’m a bit confused with the numbering of the units” The mech seemed hesitant , but he believed her “Do you need assistance ? Sounds dangerous “ she blinked , frowning behind her mouthplate “Should be fine , but do you happen to know where unit 450Gb ?” The mechthe mech appeared thoughtful "I'll go with you in case you need help with both sparklings' ' she quirked a brow and reluctantly agreed.

Later ….

The carrier had left the sparklings alone,and separated them , uncaring of their condition as one quickly lost stability from their separation . A seeker with 2 grounders , she growled in warning as she attempted to stabilize the sparklings however . The carrier interfered as she bit down on their offending hand as the mech shoved her away .

She sighed deeply as the sparkling's Sire guided the carrier away . She stared sadly as the last sparkling chirped and cried as she held it . Her doorwings flared , began drooping "I'm sorry, sweetspark . Hopefully next time it's easier , and you get a better carrier and sire !" She muttered as she tucked the sparkling next to its sibling as she petted their soft protoforms as she held them. She tried to show them as much kindness , love and affection she could , so as not to let their extremely short lives be lived in pure pain and sadness . However , the sparkings chirps of pain faded along with it's color as it turned a light near white shade of silver .

She left promptly afterwards , the mech called after her . Probably about her fee as she sat on the stairwell of the building holding her healm, twin protoforms sat in her sub-space . Her doorwings drooped lowly as the mech squatted a bit, presenting her a card . As he placed it in her hand , she thanked him "How much for your assist- '' The mech was upset and shook his head at the offer "They killed their sparklings !!! '' she laughed "Yeah , thats my 4th case today of split-sparks. I have a femme that might make it but her sibling perished " she said her plating shaking in a mixture of emotion "I'm sorry . I'm sure you had better stuff to do , sir. I'll let you go , and again I do thank you " the mech frowned deeply "I'll walk you home , can't be good to be on your own" she actually laughed as the mech looked indignant , his face a light blue hue .

"Then stay with me until you feel better . You shouldn't have to deal with it on your own" She quirked a brow "Again , thank you . I appreciate it , but i do this daily …" she shrugged .

“I do this often , enough that i’m numb to it all . Have a good cycle , sir !” she said before taking her leave silently .

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Thank you for reading !!!! :) I'll be updating it as often as i can , have a good day/night !!!

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