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Patient!Gyutaro x Nurse!Reader - CHAPTER 1

Chapter 2

✦ CW: 18+ MDNI, female reader. Mentions of mental illness, suicide, and sexual abuse of a minor. This fic has many dark themes, please do not read unless you are comfortable!

✦ AN: The long awaited nurse au is finally here! Sorry it took me so long, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect. Lots of thought and research went into making this fic. There will also be art included in this chapter!

✦ WC: 2,146

This is what you should have expected from a job in the medical field that didn’t require much qualifications. Working at an asylum wasn’t ideal, but they are incredibly desperate for new nurses. As most of them are unable to handle the physical and mental toll that a place like this puts on someone.

It’s your first day at your new job. You were excited until you entered the building. The dreary interior mixed with the groans and screams of unruly patients wasn’t the welcome that you had been hoping for.

You’re young, almost too young to be working at a place like this. The other nurses didn’t take you seriously, and they were going to make the transition for you more difficult than it needed to be. You were being assigned to a patient that is notorious for being difficult to work with. The other nurses use him to weed out the weak. Always shifting the new hires to care for him. They usually leave within the first week, so his care returns to one of the veteran nurses known for having a mind of steel. She’s cold hearted, but that helps you deal with a job like this. The complete opposite of you. A warm young woman, eager to treat and rehabilitate.

Currently you are being led to your new patient. Quickly scanning over his records as you follow the nurse through the halls of the sanatorium.

Rashomon Riverbank Asylum

Patient Record

Name: Shabana, Gyutaro

Identification Data: Sex: Male Age: 23 Height: 6’ 3” Weight: 134

Race: Asian Hair: Black Eye: Blue

Special Handling Code: Code Red; Keep medicated Special Handling Instructions: Keep away from sharp objects

Medical History: Multiple suicide attempts, Complications due to sickle cell anemia, Treated for Congenital Syphilis

Diagnoses: Sickle Cell Anemia Hutchinson’s Teeth Borderline Personality Disorder Antisocial Personality Disorder Depression Insomnia

Current Medical Treatment: Special diet for weight gain Medications given AM & PM

Medications: Wellbutrin - 100 mg twice daily Abilify - 10 mg once daily Carbamazepine - 350 mg twice daily Xanax - 2 mg twice daily Trazodone - 150 mg once daily Voxelotor - 500 mg once daily Adakveo - 5 mg IV infusion once every 4 weeks

Gyutaro Shabana, your very first patient at Rashomon Riverbank Asylum. Looking over his record, this is going to be a difficult one. You’ve learned about a majority of these diagnoses in college, so you have a good idea about the kind of treatment he will require. It’s strange though, he seems to have lost the genetic lottery. And you haven't even seen his face yet, you can only imagine what he may look like.

An asian man with sickle cell anemia is almost unheard of, roughly 0.0022%. And on top of that he was born with Congenital Syphilis. It’s quite frankly amazing that he’s lived past 20.

“Just introduce yourself, then I’ll take you to your other patients,” the other nurse says as she stops in front of his door.

Not wanting to be impolite, you hesitantly knock on his door. There’s no response. You figured that there wouldn’t be, so you open the door anyways.

“Hello, Mr. Shabana?” you say coyly.

When you peek into the room, you are instantly frozen by his icy gaze. He’s sitting on his bed with a book in his lap. His cold blue eyes send shivers down your spine.

“I’m um… I’m your new nurse.” you choke out. He’s feet away from you but you feel as though his hands have a tight grasp around your throat.

“My name is Y/N. Um… If you ever need anything d-don’t hesitate to call for me…”

The expression on his face is unchanging, as he remains silent.

“Well I’ll see you later tonight Mr. Shabana…”

Closing the door, breaking the line of sight that he had on you, instantly you feel a surge of relief.

You go on to visit the rest of your patients, then you come back later that night to give Mr. Shabana his dinner. A high protein meal, specifically for weight gain.

Knocking on the door a few times before you push it open, “Mr. Shabana, I have your dinner.”

He’s in the same spot where you left him, sitting on his bed with a book in his lap. But this time he doesn’t even bother to look at you when you enter the room.

Stepping closer to place the food tray on his table, you inspect his appearance.

His clothes hang off of his frame, enveloping his skeletal body. You can make out lean muscles on his arms, but his face is sunken and his pants hang low on his hips. There are large black marks scattered across his face, and you can barely see one peeking out from below his sleeve. Were these marks from his Congenital Syphilis? Dark circles sit below his eyes, he looks as though he hasn’t slept in weeks.

He’s wearing the standard issue uniform that all patients wear. A plain t-shirt and pants, made of the same material as scrubs. Though his feet are bare, slippers sitting below the edge of the bed. His hair is long and wavy. Black as midnight, unruly in the way it hangs in front of his face. The top of his hair is half haphazardly tied up.

“Got a problem…?” He rasps, drawing out each word.

The venom of his sour tongue sends a jolt of electricity through your skin.

“Huh?” you’ve been sitting there staring at him for too long, “O-oh! I’m sorry sir! There’s no problem, please enjoy your dinner,” you quickly rush out of the room.

As you continue on giving food to the rest of your patients, Mr. Shabana’s voice echoes through your skull.

Got a problem…? Got a problem…? Got a problem…?

A few hours later, you go back to retrieve the tray and whatever food may have not been eaten. Stopping yourself before you open the door. It’s ok. He’s just a patient. Then why does he make you so nervous?

*Knock knock*

“Hello Mr. Shabana, I’m just here to collect your tray,” you chime, masking your fear with a smile.

Walking back into the dimly lit room, the fluorescent lights flickering. His eyes staring into you.

His food has been untouched. The only thing that was eaten was a packaged cookie.

“Not hungry today?” your voice shakes as you try to ignore his harsh gaze.

He remains silent. Watching you as you step closer. The buzzing of the fluorescent bulbs filling the room, filling your brain with static.

“Was it not to your liking? I can have the cooks make something else for you if you’d like.”

“...”

Your eyes meet. His thin eyebrows furrow, the rest of his expression remains unchanging. The pressure of his glare makes the air around you feel heavy. Pressing down on you, compressing your spine, you feel so small when he looks at you. You’re desperate to fill the cold aura with some warmth.

“Mr. Shabana you really should eat-”

*CRASH*

He slaps the tray out of your hand, food splattering onto your uniform, dripping onto the floor.

Silence. You’re stuck staring down at your feet. Watching the pool of meat, vegetables, and milk spread around you. It takes you a few moments to fully process what has just happened, only able to snap out of it when you feel the wetness of the food seeping through your skirt, making you feel cold.

You regret looking up at him. Regret meeting his eyes. Filled with amusement.

“You better clean that up… don’t chu think…?” He smirks. Showing his sharp canines and crooked teeth.

“I-I…” you mumble, looking back down at the mess. He’s right, you should clean it up before it gets everywhere.

Going into the hallway, you grab some towels and return to his room. Not thinking your next actions through as you get down on all fours and start picking up the mess. All you want to do is hurry and clean this up so you can leave. But Mr. Shabana has different plans.

He slowly stands up. Looming over you, looking down on you with a twisted grin. He’s so tall… he makes you feel so small as you look up at him. So pathetic. So worthless.

“You look good down there…” he steps on your hand, “On your knees like a whore…”

His words leave you speechless. Your vision begins to blur and your heart starts to race. He pushes his weight further onto your hand, until you feel a crack.

“I’d like to see you like this more often…” he chuckles, the sound rumbling in his hollow chest.

Every instinct within your body is screaming at you to run. But you feel so trapped. So paralyzed by him. Like a rabbit cornered against a wall by a vicious predator. His eyes. It’s his eyes. No, it's his touch. It’s… everything about him.

You try to speak up, but your words escape you. Coming out in a pathetic whine that makes his grin widen and his laughter intensify.

He’s reaching for you. His hand is coming towards your face. Your mind is telling you that if you let him get any closer you will die. He will kill you. And he won’t even care.

Your body is pumped with enough adrenaline for you to break free from the physical and psychological hold he had on you.

Pulling your hand away from under his foot, you push yourself backwards. Stumbling to stand up on your feet. You run out of the room and through the halls, not risking looking back at him. All you hear as you escape is his laughter on repeat. You can’t tell if his laughter is echoing through the halls, or if it has just been ingrained into your mind.

You keep running until you get back to the nurses quarters and to your room.

Tears running down your cheeks, food staining your clothes, and pain throbbing in your hand. You collapse on the floor and cry.

Why would he be so cruel? You understand that he’s a patient and has a list of mental illnesses, but you were trying to help him! You can’t even remember what you were doing or why you were in his room. All you remember is him and how he made you feel. His stare. His voice. His touch.

Fuck him and fuck this job.

Clambering over to your desk, you immediately start writing your resignation letter.

You don’t get paid enough for this shit. All you wanted to do is help people, and you get repaid with this? It’s just not worth it. Through your sobs, your tears fall onto the page as you hastily move your pen on the piece of parchment in front of you.

There. It’s done. You’re done.

You won’t have to see this place, see him, ever again once you submit this letter.

Looking around your desk, searching for an envelope. You come across a thick manilla folder. The tab on the side reads, Shabana, Gyutaro.

Something compels you to open it. You already skimmed through his information, but you never looked at everything here.

His psychiatric notes? From his psychiatrist? These shouldn’t be in here… you shouldn’t have access to this confidential information.

But if you’re leaving anyways… then there’s no harm. Right?

Shabana, Gyutaro - Dr. Hantengu

August 14

Childhood trauma starting since birth

Single mother, no father

Raised as a female. Mother would dress patient as a daughter. Would cover up his deformities with makeup. (Feelings of worthlessness, not belonging)

Sister born at age 6 (turning point in patient’s life)

Mother cast aside patient for sister. (When he learned he was actually a boy. Feeling of confusion. Child cannot comprehend)

Sexual abuse started at age 10

Mother was a prostitute, would offer children to adult clients.

Patient record, “She would bring men into our house… and let them touch us. (long pause) They wanted my sister. They wanted to do bad things to her. So I… (patient gets upset) I would offer myself to them. I would perform sexual acts for them so they would leave Ume (sister) alone.”

Sexual abuse continued until age 15

Mother died of overdose. The children were left in the home for over a week until someone found them.

Children taken to orphanage.

Patient held in orphanage for 8 months until incident.

Brought to Asylum at age 16

End of first session

You are left speechless.

Reading his records reminds you of why you wanted to be a nurse in the first place. To help people that have gone through trauma such as this. He didn’t lash out at you because of something you did. It’s not your fault. And it isn’t his either. He just needs help.

And you will be the one to help him.

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aulescev · 5 months

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Prisoner König x Nurse Reader

Soooo, I made a fanfiction where Monster!König is a prisoner, while the reader is a nurse at a maximum security prison. I'm so excited to share it with everyone, but also kinda anxious because I never really had someone read my works, let alone post a fanfiction I made (っ ̩̆╭╮ ̩̆)っ Anyway, here it is! Hope my writing will find a place in your heart somehow!

The Confinement, To you, the nurse who loves overstepping her boundaries, be careful and take this warning seriously, or else, the monster that lives under a man’s skin might devour you whole.

Nurse Reader x Prisoner König, hate to love trope.

!! Warning, this story contains: Dub-con/Non-con, Gore descriptions, Death, Poisoning, Manipulation, Obsession, Suicide, Possessive and Controlling tendencies, and Immorality. Heavily NSFW, minors DO NOT interact. Do inform me if I missed any.

!! Proceed at your own discretion

Disclaimer: I only have basic knowledge about prison, and what prison nurses are assigned to do inside its secured walls. The same thing goes for prisoners. Consider this a fictional work based in an alternative universe, only with the same countries, and stuff but with monsters + altered laws and rights to fit the story. So take this as it is, or shoo away. You can give me a few tips so I can take note of them, but please, be kind (｡ •́‿•̀｡ ) This is my first fan fiction, and story so yeah, expect a lot of errors + English isn’t my native language + I don’t speak German and only used a translator for this, so sorry in advance for the migraines my writing could cause you.

Chapter 01: The monster that lives under a killer’s skin.

Word Count: 3.9k

∆. 12:04:55PM of November 24, m. hallway of the prison.

You're a nurse at a maximum-security prison. Providing care for both the staff and prisoners, a right everyone equally has so even if you don't like the idea of aiding murderers, and people of such backgrounds, due to some reason, this is the only job opportunity you can take as of the moment.

Today's actually your first day, so naturally, you're shown around the workplace you now have to get yourself accustomed to.

"Most importantly, don't trust anyone other than the staff. These men are filthy, better not get your hands dirty, know what I mean?" Sir Wagner stated, the disgust in his tone is evident and it's enough to let you know how much he despises the criminals behind the bars of his prison.

Even though you would like to agree with the statement of the prison's head, you can't find it in you to despise the people in the prison as much as he does. You're a little too soft sometimes, and also of contradicting nature that makes you automatically take the opposite side of any argument even when it gains you nothing.

Sensing you won't reply— honestly, he doesn't really care if you'll reply or what, since he just wants to get this over with— the warden decided to conclude that conversation there.

"Do you have any questions?" He asked, a plain tone now as he speak, putting his hands deep inside his pocket.

"None, thank you for showing me around."

You replied in an equally plain tone, also wanting to get over it already like he does. He didn't take it personally, his years as the warden made him professional and collected most of the times. Plus, he understood your unenthusiastic nature at your new job, no one after all would be that happy to work in a prison where they keep high profile criminals.

"Well, that's great then. I'll have Benedikt here assist you while you get accustomed with your new work. Ask him when you need help, and if you have any questions." With a brief glance over to the man on his right, sir Wagner introduced the other guy that unnoticeably joined your group of two along the way.

Benedikt nodded at you when you looked at him, he's got an awkward smile forced on his face as he stretch his arms towards you for a handshake.

"Benedikt MacTavish, nice to meet you," He introduced himself, his hand hanging in the air as he wait for you to reach it.

MacTavish? Doesn’t sound like a local name. You’re glad for that, at least you’re not the only foreigner on your new workplace.

"I'm—"

"Yeah, I remember. Your surname's familiar though, Price, yeah? Are you perhaps related to a military captain?" He casually cuts off your introduction, seemingly eager to know something like he can't hold the question another second longer.

A little taken aback with how he outright talked over you, you were silent for a minute to process that fact and also his question.

"Ah, yes, right," you replied when things finally start sinking in your brain, "Well, he's actually my uncle. How come you know of him?"

Honestly, he's not related to you by blood. He's just your adoptive father's cousin, which makes him your foster uncle if that word even exists. But he doesn't need to know that much about you, what would he even do with the information if you told him?

"Ah, well, my cousin's actually the man's friend. John MacTavish? Soap? Does that ring any bells?"

"Oh, Johnny, yeah, I know the man. What a small world we live in," you smiled after hearing a familiar name, finding the coincidence a bit funny.

Finally, you took Benedikt's hand to shake it, forgetting for a moment that it's still waiting for your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Soap's cousin."

"Nice to meet you, Price's niece," he returned the introduction in the same humor, a genuine smile now plastered over his lips.

"I'll leave you two to it." Sir Wagner interfered and just left you two without another word, which is honestly weird but expected of a man his type.

"Phew, glad I found something common with you, or else it'll be hard to find an ice breaker activity," Benedikt sighed in relief after sir Wagner's finally gone from the scene, "Have you already went to the dorms? Found your room, and all?"

With a shake of your head to answer his question, you wordlessly replied no and looked at him, seeing what he'll say or do.

"Ah, alright, I can show you where it is, then we can start our rounds after. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure, thanks," You answered, your tone is a bit lively now compared to with sir Wagner earlier, since you're like a chameleon who adapts to whichever environment it's in.

You're blue when they're blue, pink when they're pink, red when they're red, and so on and so forth. A firm believer of do unto others what they've done to you. Karma? You rarely put your faith in that, you mostly take things to your hands and be the human version of the word revenge. It's not really cool, in fact, you kind of live harder because of it, but no way your ego would let go of your way of living.

Benedikt started walking, looking at his back every now and then to check if you're still following him as he quietly traversed the halls that should eventually lead to the dorms.

In the middle of your journey, you passed the center of the prison that connects all wings of the building, which means, each transported prisoner would also pass the center before getting to their assigned cell.

The tension in the central building was thick, the air is almost suffocating that it made you freeze on your spot as you try to find the cause of such unnatural atmosphere.

When your eyes landed on the now closing heavy door of the building, your gaze immediately fell to the tallest man in the middle of armed men.

He instantly caught your attention with his tall height, sticking like a sore thumb from the whole crowd.

"Benedikt, you know anything about that man?" You asked in a low voice, curious to find out who he could be, not even tearing your eyes away from the behemoth of a man.

"Ah, shit, today's his transfer, I totally forgot…" He muttered under his breath with a curse, "König, an ex-military guy. Would you believe that today's only his 8th day in prison? Like all prison days combined. He won't behave in any cell he's put in, forcing him to be transferred on new places every other day with how many crimes he commit on each one."

"What??" You uttered in disbelief, taken by a total surprise with the information.

"Yeah, I'm being totally honest right now. It's not normal that a criminal would be transferred from a normal prison to the maximum security because of misbehaving, but guess what? He's committed murder after murder in each base. That's what made him worthy of maximum security prison."

You can just try to press your lips in a thin line, an attempt to hide your disgust. Murderer… The vilest things to exist in this world. How can he live knowing the fact that he's ended a person's life? Oh, how much you loathe them.

You kept a scornful gaze towards his way, throwing daggers as if your stare alone could kill the guy. And of course, it's impossible that he wouldn't feel it, eventually staring back at you.

König, as Benedikt referred him, looked back at you straight in the eyes. Even though there were no holes in the sack that's put on over his face right now, you're certain that he turned his head just to identify who could be burning a hole on his head right now.

You feel like throwing up. Just the thought of breathing the same air as that of a murderer was enough to make you feel nauseous.

"Benedikt, let's go. Bring me to the dorms already." You said, almost pleading as the desperation to get out of his presence faintly showed.

∆. 06:39:07PM of the same day, nurses' office.

"So how was your first round?" Benedikt asked, giving you the canned sparkling water he opened just now.

"Horrible," you replied, taking the canned drink from his hand and downing it quickly.

The drink slid down your throat just like any other liquid, but it's a little painful because of the fact that it's carbonated. You just downed your drink, the bubbles popping on your throat and making you feel like it's burning your insides for a second.

Benedikt gave you a concerned look, but quickly masked it with a soft laugh, "Well, I cannot blame you… Working with criminals isn't exactly the most honorable thing out there. Plus we're understaffed, which makes the workload for each of us actually horrible."

"Yeah, right, that too," you grimaced, feeling more exhausted than how you usually do back when you were just working at the hospital, "I'm sorry Benedikt, my condolences goes to you. You're the most packed nurse here."

He chuckled, "Well, if you're sorry, take some of my patients?" He joked, which earned a laugh out of you.

Before you could even reply, there's suddenly a loud bang in the room and it wasn't a gun, it was the room's door being haphazardly thrown open by a panicking nurse who's also out of breath.

Jane, one of the nurse you've met today.

"Someone! Help! Vanessa! She's– she's wounded! Her eyes! Oh my, heavens, her eyes! We have to sedate König, where's the syringe?!" She started rummaging the room for a syringe and a drug that's supposed to put a person to a deep sleep.

Alerted, Benedikt and you stood up and helped her search for something. When Benedikt got his hand on the drug, he approached Jane and held her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Jane, calm down, I got it, but first, I need you to take a deep breath. You can't work with panicked nerves." He tried calling in some sense to her, but she won't calm down.

She started screaming, and started getting hysterical.

Jane, and Vanessa, you're pretty sure they got a thing with each other, maybe this is why she's acting inconsolable?

"Give me the syringe and the drug, I'll respond instead," You presented, preferred to sedate a monster rather than calming a stranger down.

Benedikt's got a better knowledge than you do, it’s better you leave them be than be left to console her with words you probably wouldn't mean. At least that's what you thought.

Benedikt pondered for a moment whether you're fit or not to handle the situation, but in the end, he decided to trust you, giving you the things after all, and also telling the number cell of König.

Rushing to the scene, with an emergency kit you grabbed in the office, you wasted no time and ran as fast as you could.

1245. Cell 1245, prisoner 190228. Must hurry up to cell 1245 before it's too late.

Eventually, you reached your destination, and unfortunately for your guts, you were met with a gore scene. There's an emptied syringe poked into one of Vanessa's eyeballs, one of her hands wrapped around the object in fear as she trembles, and cries.

There's also a whole puddle of blood under her, a lot on her white uniform, and mouth. Now that you observe her, she's also shedding tears of blood, her lips tainted red as blood continues to flow out of it.

What the fuck. This scene is fucking horrendous. What happened?

The guards are gathered around König, watchful of his steps, expectant and quite tense as they wait for him to make a move— ready to stop him from causing even more havoc. While he's not moving, König is watching Vanessa bleed on the floor with cold eyes which is honestly more frightening than him causing a scene.

He's fortunately not punching one guard after the other, so you doubt there was a need for sedating him.

Surveying the situation, you decided to change your plans of prioritizing the sedation of König, to aiding Vanessa first.

Without an inch of hesitation, you knelt in front of Vanessa, some blood soaking the edge of your white skirt. You placed the emergency kit beside you, opening it with haste until everything in the kit is visible.

"It's no use!" Vanessa cried, "The poison has–" she then frantically screamed, fumbling a few of her words as she started gagging from her own blood.

Before you could even touch her, she dropped dead on the floor. A sight that will be the reason of your nightmares for days, or weeks.

You were shaken down your core, blood suddenly cold, and heart beating extremely fast out of shock. You feel your body freeze, hands that were supposed to hold her now are hanging mid-air.

"I just saved her years in prison for murder," You heard a man's voice from behind you speak in a thick, and unexpectedly boyish accent.

You can't stop your brows from furrowing, and eyes show contempt at the mere sound of his voice, let alone his words.

"You are disgusting, a vile creature, don't you dare open that filthy mouth of yours." Unable to restrain yourself, you spit each word with venom as you slowly turn around to look at him furiously, "You are the murderer here. Don't confuse it now."

He does not speak. His eyes only staring at you through those 2 small holes on his makeshift mask.

Holding his equally piercing gaze, you stood your ground, rationality has left your body. You're acting on impulse, on your emotions, something a professional shouldn't do in this type of situation but damn, your ego is just some other kind of level. It will definitely put you on your place someday, but you thought that you should just worry about it when that time comes.

"Pathetic human. Too dumb to even think." He finally broke the silence, irritation in his voice.

Before you could even reply, he had already turned his back on you, walking back to his cell on his on will. The guards locked him up quickly after checking on him one last time.

The maximum security prison is totally different from a normal one. It's worse. Because everyone is sworn to confidentiality, no word really gets out on what's happening behind its high walls.

Prisoners in this place are like expendable pawns. The government uses them however they wish, and unsurprisingly, companies too. They have illegal control over some of the prisoners, depending on how much they paid the government for it.

Someone wants König dead, and you're not even surprised that he was already tried to be disposed of first day in. It could be a private company he used to work for, or maybe enemy, it could also be done for personal reasons. Signing up for a job here means you should expect those types of things, that's why you made sure to be adequately prepared over events like this happening during your shift.

If he was a normal person, you would've felt bad for the prejudice you have over him, but he's a convicted murderer– a serial killer at this point, so you believe that he doesn't deserve the benefit of doubt.

"A killer won't get my sympathy. That will be the last thing I'll ever do in this earth," You've uttered, anger never leaving your eyes as you sat still in your place.

∆ . 11:59:31PM of that day, staff dormitory.

With a gasp, you wake up from a shallow sleep, catching your breath as you try to recover from the nightmare you just had.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed repeatedly, frustration and distraught are clearly heard in your voice.

Fortunately, you're the only one in your room, not a shared dorm or anything, or else your hypothetical roommate would've pegged you for a madman.

Why would it be about that now of all days? You said at the back of your mind, frustrated over the dream you just had.

Desperately, you tried to swallow that thought, along with the nightmare. Fortunately, before the memory gets too vivid, the alarm on your wristwatch goes off which pulled you out of the world you’re sucked in.

It's the alarm you set the first time you got it, 12:00AM. Midnight on the dot.

You sat down, trying to calm yourself.

Ah, right, your next shift is at 12:45AM which is just 45 minutes from now. With Vanessa gone, and Jane temporarily dismissed to rest, you had to take the extra shift and give up a few hours of your precious sleep.

That reminds you, have you checked up on König as you were supposed to? Even if you hate him, you still have to do your job.

Shit, now you got to fill his report before anyone even notice or ask for it.

Reluctantly, you got out of your bed and prepared to check in early for your shift, planning to stealthily take the prisoner's record to fill it up, hopefully while no one's around to harshly criticize your tardiness on your first day.

— &

You made it to 1245 cell without any road bumps, luckily. Now all that's left is actually checking up on König which you can just frown about. Before sticking the key in the hole, you took a deep breath and tried to at least look neutral—your working face.

Counting from 1 to 5 quietly at the back of your mind, you collected yourself at 3, steeled yourself at 4, and finally, pushed the iron door open at 5 without giving yourself enough time to hesitate and get cold feet.

This prison gives each prisoner a spacious place to live in almost comfort, with only one person per room. At least that's how they do it in this part of Austria. There are quite a lot of cells after all, so they're not shy on using all of them.

"I'm your nurse, I will be checking up on you so please, sit down." You said with a firm tone, putting the bag on the bedside table where all of the essentials for vital checking should be packed.

Each nurse on duty is required to use the same bag, for both safety, and precaution.

"Ärgerlich schädling," he muttered under his unusual breathy voice which set an alarm in you.

Now that you look at it, the back of his shirt is wet, and he's panting a little. Did you really mess up big time on your first day? Shit, now you have to fix this somehow.

"Prisoner 190228," you read the number assigned to him, printed on the sheet of paper you're holding one-handedly, "I said sit down. I can't check on you properly if you're positioned that way."

It was pathetic really. Your nerves are getting the best of you, and it's hinted on your voice.

“Will nicht,” he grumbled, unmoving and unbothered.

You never really stayed in Austria that long in the past. Only a year or two to finish the last 2 years of your nursing school but your university didn’t require you to speak German so you didn’t bother getting that deep into learning the language. You’re an entry-level speaker at best, but since it’s been years already, you’ve lost that ability and can only guess what he’s saying.

“You will, now hurry up and sit down so we can get this over with.”

“Ich sagte nein, verliere dich.”

“Yes, you will. And please, I would really appreciate it if you speak in English.”

You heard his tongue clicked at that, “Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen!” He groaned, almost sounding like a teenager throwing a tantrum at his bed.

He sat down on his bed after that outburst, you don’t even need to peek under that mask of his to know he’s frowning in annoyance, his eyes alone says it all.

“Awfully late to check up on me now, yeah?” He asked, begrudgingly you think, but you decided not to give attention to it.

“Did the syringe grazed you? Was it injected on you? Or did it find other ways to get into your veins?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“It did not.”

“Are you certain?”

“I am fine, so get lost.” He snapped again, his voice starting to sound like his catching his breath again.

You thought he was grinding his teeth the whole conversation, and now it made sense. He’s holding something back, and it’s probably the pain from the poison, his tone only adds up as an evidence to that.

“You are not. You’re breathless, sweating, and,” your eyes looked all over him, trying to observe his posture, to find proofs to support your claim, “…You’re sweating buckets, and shaking.”

You bit your lips, an attempt to maintain your composure as you try to find a solution.

“I need to see your face, take that mask off,” without a warning, you reached for the edge of his mask— something that you later regretted doing so.

In an instant, he has put you under him, his gloved, big hand is wrapped around your neck while the other one is gripping your wrist that was once the closest to his mask earlier.

He’s fuming in anger, the heat coming off him is immense as if he’s a steam machine. Bodies wouldn’t act normally like this against poison, not this much heat while keeping a great vigor. His body feels so different… something you’ve never seen before.

“Touch my mask once more,” He seethed through gritted teeth, anger evident in his unblinking eyes, “Then I will have to devour you.” He threatened, his hot breath and heavy body touching your skin, “Stubborn maus. Get your ass out of here before it’s too late. I won’t take responsibility for your insanity.”

This marks the end of this chapter.

[A/N: Thank you for reading this far! I'm open to gentle criticisms because my heart can't handle harsh words hsdahfw. I'll try my best to take them positively though! Notice that there are timestamps (like ∆ . and — & with the former being a longer time skip, and the latter a matter of a few minutes difference from the latest indicated time), and locations during an event. I placed them there so there would be less confusion regarding the timeline and when a particular event happened:) I added translations in the last part to keep it realistic too. Like, you're meant to not understand him much whenever he speaks German so yeah. Still, if you're curious what they translate to, the translations will be just down this note. That's all, thank you again! (´｡ • ᵕ •｡ `) ♡]

CHAPTER 01 TRANSLATIONS:

[1]: Ärgerlich schädling, Annoying pest

[2]: Will nicht, [I] don’t want

[3]: Ich sagte nein, verliere dich, I said no, get lost

[4]: Warum sollten sie überhaupt eine Ausländerin einstellen? Ich bin es verdammt leid, diese verdammte sprache zu sprechen, Why should they hire a fucking foreigner at all? I’m fucking tired of speaking that damn language

[5]: Maus, Mouse

#yandere konig #monster fucker #fanfic #prisoner konig #nurse reader #female reader #monster!konig #konig x reader #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #cod #konig

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fl3shm4id3n · 10 months

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Can i ask some headcandons of Miguel o'hara with a shy nurse s/o? And reader always is always super tired after patrols/night or day shifts(being nurse is a physically and mentally demanding job), i love the dynamic of hero x nurse but its okay if you dont want to make this request.

ₘᵢgᵤₑₗ ₒ'ₕₐᵣₐ bₑᵢₙg ᵢₙ ₐ ᵣₑₗₐₜᵢₒₙₛₕᵢₚ wᵢₜₕ ₐ ₙᵤᵣₛₑ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

TW: Wounds, blood, injuries, relationship stuff.

A/N: I'm shy af, but I describe shyness pretty bad, sorry about that.

Masterlist

Your job is important, you were a nurse in the Spider Society Headquarters, everyday spider people would come to you to get healed up.

You see all sorts of things when it comes to this profession, specially in the Spider Society.

You love your job, being able to help and heal others, but it was also draining. You'd be on your feet all day, making sure all of your patients are healed properly and more. It was very draining, you rarely had a day off and it was only you in the medical bay.

Another thing about you is that, you were shy, very shy. The only way you were able to communicate with others was by wearing a spider woman suit under your nurse uniform.

You hid your face from everyone, all except your boyfriend, Miguel.

He was the one that had hired you, you weren't a Spider woman, but you were still part of the Society.

You are the number one person that is worried about him, every time he goes to the medical bay to get healed up, you're scolding him while patching him up. Specially if he comes in with a nasty wound.

Since you worried about Miguel, he worried about you. He knew that your job was important as a nurse, he knows how physically and mentally draining it could be when it comes to that.

Both you and Miguel work almost day and night, not getting enough rest. You had began to fall asleep in one of the bed in the Medical bay, but if the beds were occupied by patients, you'd sleep on your desk chair.

He did not liked that you over worked yourself, but it was understandable, trying to make sure that all your patients were okay.

On days when things are so bad, you and Miguel take full advantage to hang out with each other on base. You thought about going out on a date, but last time you both did that, things were bad. So you began to just hang out in HQ together.

When it comes to your Shyness will make an effort when understanding you. He won't force you to do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing.

Such as speaking to others or being around a lot of people. Miguel doesn't mind you not speaking if you choose not to or if you prefer to speak once or twice.

If someone is giving you a hard time, Miguel doesn't mind stepping in. He knows how anxious you get and he wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable.

You basically have Scary Dog Privilege.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x fem reader #miguel o'hara x nurse reader #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara headcanons #female reader #female y/n #nurse reader #nurse y/n #aphrodite's writing #aphrodite's headcanons #aphrodite's requests #cereza's writing #cereza's headcanon #cereza's requests

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sunandflame · 7 months

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Kyojuro being the serving domestic love trying to make breakfast for you before you wake up but he gets caught burning eggs? Or pancakes? Idk floofy idea popped to me brain

Burned Pancakes

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Word Count: 565

Pairing: Kyojuro x Nurse!Reader

crossposted on AO3

The healthcare system was a disaster. The nursing staff was always underpaid and understaffed, the shifts were simply far too long and exhausting. There were times where you wondered why you were still in this industry until you remembered that you enjoyed helping people. That was also one of your qualities that Kyojuro loved so much about you. The sacrifice and dedication and passion you had for your job. He couldn't be prouder of you. Even if it means that there were days you would rather spend your day off sleeping in bed then going out with him.

And he wanted you to rest as much as possible, which is why he very carefully got up from your shared bed to prepare breakfast for you. To be more precise, he tried, because what he had done in the kitchen wasn't really close to cooking.

You scrunched up your face as a pungent smell hit your nose, very similar to burnt food. The alarm bells inside you were ringing. You opened your eyes and threw the blanket away, trying to locate the source of the smell as fast as possible only to be greeted by a broad back standing in front of the stove.

“My little flame! Unfortunately something went wrong here, but please don’t worry, I have everything under control!”

Control looked a little bit different, but all the panic from before left you when you saw his flour stained face. You sighed and went to him just to wipe away the traces with your fingers. “Good morning to you too.” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him on the lips and then looked onto the stove. “What is this going to be when you are finished?”

"I wanted to make you some pancakes, but I don’t know where I went wrong." His big gold-red eyes looked at you while his black bushy eyebrows furrowed. He looked so incredibly cute that you wanted to kiss him again.

“Let me do that…” Your smile and your movements were gentle as you took the spatula from his hand and pushed your hip against the side of his to make room for yourself.

Kyojuro stepped behind you, his arms around your waist as he looked over your shoulder and watched you carefully as you mixed the dough again and then added it to the pan in dollops. The results were perfect golden brown pancakes at the end. “I wanted to surprise you because you were so exhausted after your shift and I messed it up.”

“The thought alone counts, my love.” You turned off the stove once you had stacked all the finished pancakes on a plate.

“Yes, but the shadows under your eyes say otherwise.” His gaze was now worried. He knew how hard you worked as a nurse. “How about this?” He suddenly grabbed you under your thighs and carried you in his arms, giving you a big smile. "I'll carry you to bed and you stay there. I'll bring the pancakes to you and we will have breakfast in bed. Then we'll cuddle and sleep for another round!”

Your arms wrapped automatically around his neck when he lifted you. You looked at him, wondering what you had done to deserve him. This wonderful man who was so strong and so caring. God you loved him so much. “This sounds like a date for me.”

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creative-caramel-coffee · 2 months

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Just another red alert

SUMMARY: The enterprise is under attack and you seem to take the fall… literally.

TW: Broken bones, child abandonment, head injury, passing out, secrets

PLATONIC R

ENSIGN / NURSE R

A/n idk why 2/3 chapters so far include head injures haha. I’ll find something interesting and hopefully a little different for the next chapter lol.

Life on the enterprise was never boring that was for sure. You were getting ready to go to sleep when the red alert sounded. Dammit, i guess you wouldn’t be sleeping then.

You sighed sitting up in bed and swinging your legs over the edge. Well if you’re not going to sleep, might as well do your job and head to the bridge. You stood and got changed into your uniform. As you began to head over to the door, a huge jolt rocked the ship.

Catching you completely off guard you found yourself being thrown forward, hard, and directly into a wall. Putting you hand out to stop yourself you felt and heard the crunch of bone before your arm slipped and you went head first into the wall, knocking you out on impact.

The red alert sounded in the background while you laid half against the wall your broken wrist hanging limply by your side.

On the bridge things were looking slightly better. The Romulan war bird had caught the captain by surprise and worf was a second too slow on the shield. The ship rocked and Picard signalled to open communications.

“This is Captain Picard of the USS enterprise, romulan warbird you have fired on a federation vessel. This has been seen as an act of war. If you do not disarm your phaser banks we will retaliate with force.” He said gruffly and worf shook his head.

“No response captain.” The Klingon said.

“Alright Mr worf, power to the phasers and ready a full spread of photon torpedoes. Mr crusher bring us about 20 degrees star board. I want them in our sights.” He ordered.

“Aye Captain. Phaser banks charged, on your order sir.” He said.

“Not yet.” Picard said holding up a hand to gesture his sentiment.

“Sir a second vessel has decloaked aft starboard!” Worf said. “Sir it’s firing on the other vessel. The vessel had been destroyed.” He said. “Sir, they are hailing us.”

“On screen Mr Worf.” Picard said and the view screen flashed on.

“Captain. I apologise on behalf of the empire, a band of … rogues have been attempting to start war with the federation. They had commandeered a ship and paid with their lives. I trust this misplaced and misguided act of aggression is forgivable?” The romulan captain said.

Picard held up a hand and Worf turned off audio.

“Deanna?” The captain asked.

“He’s telling the truth sir. I sense no guilt or lies in his words. More like … apprehension for your answer.” She said and Picard nodded to worf again.

“Captain, i trust as this remains an isolated incident the federation is willing to … overlook this act as a sign of trust which will hopefully reinforce the treaty. However,” he said straightening his uniform, “It must remain as such; isolated.” He said.

“Thank you Captain. And once more, my apologies.” The romulan said and cut communications.

“Mr crusher lay in a course for our previous heading.” Riker order and Wesley tapped his console.

“Course laid in sir.” He said.

“Engage.” Riker commanded.

With that matter settled red alert was cancelled and riker combadge chirped.

“Dr crusher to Riker.”

“Riker here doc, go ahead.”

“Could you please send ensign L/n to sickbay. I have more patients than hands on deck currently and i need all my nurses here.” She said and Riker looked at Picard and frowned.

“She’s not here doc, i assumed she reported to you when she didn’t show on the bridge.”

“Well she’s certainly not here.” The doctor responded.

“I’ll go find her.” Deanna volunteered and will gave her a nod.

You were one of the few members of the crew with a duel posting. You took the com in alternating shifts to work in sickbay. With a degree in nursing and the skills of pilot from where you grew up on a colony, Starfleet had granted you a duel posting on the enterprise after you had managed to defend you colony at seventeen and then helped provide valuable aid to its citizens after the attack.

It was only a small colony, but you had been fast tracked in your entry process and it was barely a year later you had found yourself on the federation flagship.

Deanna was in the turbolift on the way to deck 17.

“Computer, locate ensign L/n.” She said.

“Ensign L/n is in her quarters.” The robotic voice responded.

“Strange.” Deanna muttered to herself. “Computer, what is the ensigns current status.” She said.

“Insufficient data.” The computer chirped.

“What is ensign L/n’s bio-readings?” She asked again.

“Insufficient data, ensign L/n has restricted access to that data to Dr crusher only.” The computer said.

“What?!”

“Ensign L/n has restricted access to-“

“Understood.” She said frustrated. “Why?”

“Unknown.”

At that moment the doors to the turbolift hissed open and Deanna strode out and towards your quarters. She tapped the consul on the wall and heard it chime, but there was no response.

“Manual override, command code Troi delta 2-1-0” she said and the door opened.

She glanced around before moving into your bedroom and hurried to your side.

“Troi to sickbay, medical emergency. Two to beam directly to sickbay.”

“Acknowledged Counsellor.” A voice said.

A moment later the two of you were in sickbay. Dr crusher was just finishing up with the last of the patients when she saw you beam in.

“God. She never does things by half.” Beverley said, rushing to kneel next to you and scanning your full body with the tricorder.

“But thats what you love about her.” Deanna said and smiled.

“Yes” the doctor responded, “help me get her up.” She said and the two of them gently lifted you onto a biobed.

“she has a nasty break in her wrist. Surprisingly her head seems more or less fine. Probably due to her strong betazed brain healing fast.” Beverly said and Deanna looked up.

“Her what?!” She said standing up and Beverly winced.

“Sorry, i wasn’t supposed to say that.” She said and turned away to grab a regenerator for your arm.

“Is that why her scans are restricted? Because she doesn’t want people to know?” Deanna asked sitting back down by your bed.

“Yes. More like she’s afraid of it getting out. She was adopted on her colony after her parents abandoned her on an outpost in the same system. She does like to remember, she refuses to tell people. I think shes afraid of what people will think.” Beverly explained as she moved your wrist slightly and scanned it to check the bone was in place properly.

“Nobody has an issue with me?” Deanna said questionably and frowning.

“Yes. But your the Counsellor, you have to keep their emotions to yourself. Doctor patient confidentiality, something I just fail dismally in.” The doctor said as she switched on the device as it let off a low blue light and deep hum.

“I suppose the idea of someone who could spill all your secrets does pose issues socially.” Deanna said. “My mother certainly does.” She said with a laugh. “Is she fully betazoid?” Deanna asked.

“Three quarters.”

“How?”

“Her mother was betazoid and her father was half. Based off her genetics.” The redhead explained removing the device and scanning your wrist again to see how it healed.

“So what does that look like?” Deanna asked “is she telepathic?”

“To an extent.” You said and they both looked at you sheepishly. “I guess the cats out of the bag then. But i trust you’ll keep this between the three of us Counsellor Troi?” You sighed.

“Of course, i wouldn’t want you to steal my job.” She joked.

“I wouldn’t. And for what it’s worth I’m glad it was you, generally medical professionals are better at keeping secrets.”

“And I’m glad to have another of my kind on board.”

“I suppose so.” You said with a sigh and she frowned.

“You don’t like that?”

“More i don’t like to remember. And doc?”

“Yes?” Beverly said avoiding eye contact.

“Thanks for fixing my arm.”

“No problem, hows the head feeling?”

“Not bad, i think it was partly the rush of emotion.” You said and sat up rubbing your wrist with your other hand.

“You can’t block it out? Nobody taught you?” Deanna said sounding surprised.

“Nobody to teach me.” You said with a shrug.

“I can.” Deanna offered with a smile.

“I’d like that.” You said telepathically and Deanna looked shocked for a second before smiling broadly.

“Oh god. Now theres two of you. You know not all of us can join your mental conversation. Us normal people would like to know whats going on sometimes.” The doctor huffed and you grinned.

“Sorry doc. Confidential.” You said with an evil grin and she rolled her eyes.

“So what are the extent of your abilities Y/n?” Deanna asked and you smiled at her wistfully.

“Well I’m empathic, like yourself.” You said waving your hands as you talked. “I can communicate telepathically. I can catch some people’s thoughts but only if they are really focused on them and i try hard enough. But thats about it. Your mother sure posed a problem.” You said with a laugh.

“My mother?” Deanna said pulling a face. “I wasn’t aware you knew her.”

“Yep. Sensed me my first day here. Wanted to tell you but i begged her. A very out of character experience i must say.” You said.

“Im sorry.” Deanna said.

“Not a problem. I rather liked some of our conversations. I’ve never been to betazed. Not that i can recall. She was a good source of information.” You said with a smile.

“You’ve never been?!” Deanna exclaimed.

“Nope.” You said popping the p.

“I’ll have to take you on your next shore leave then.” She offered and you nodded.

“I’d like that very much.” You said with a big grin after a moment you swung your legs over the edge of the biobed intending to leave.

“Not so fast Miss L/n.” Doctor crusher said and you slumped your shoulders and sighed.

“Didn’t think so.” You muttered under your breath and Deanna chuckled.

“I want to do a more intense brain scan to check for any residual damage and your not to put any strain on your wrist for a few days. Next shift I’ll scan it again to be sure you haven’t been.” She said with a motherly look.

“Yes doc.” You said and she smiled, coming over and scanning your head with a diagnostic tool.

“This wont take a moment.” She said.

“Doctors? Am i right?” You said telepathically to Troi and smirked.

“You’re not wrong.” Troi said the same way. And Beverly raised an eyebrow.

“Why do i feel like you’re talking about me.” She said with an authoritative tone.

“Because we are.” You said with a grin.

“A grand error on my part.” She said with a sigh and turned off the device. “You’re good to go ensign. But your shift in sickbay starts in twenty minutes.”

“Aye aye captain.” You said with a mock salute, you winked at Deanna and offered her your arm. “Shall we make our great escape.” You said and Beverly sighed.

“always the dramatist, aren’t you Y/n.” She smiled.

“Whats life without drama my dear doctor.”

“I wouldn’t know.” She responded.

“And don’t ever try and find out.” You said pulling a face and hopping off the bed. “Let’s leave my dear Deanna.” You said.

The two of you said goodbye to Beverly and left to go find out the extent of your abilities and maybe learn a thing or two. But one thing was for sure, there was going to be chocolate involved.

#sicfic #whump #fluff #comfort #fanfic #star trek #Star Trek tng #Deanna troi #beverly crusher #hurt/comfort #self insert #hurt reader #injured reader #nurse reader #sickbay #star trek the next generation #platonic #doctor crusher #counsellor troi

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sinisteryanderescribe · 3 months

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Hi I've been reading your Norton Headcannons and was wondering what made Nurse Reader a nurse?

A bit confusing to ask, but I can't help but thought how Nurse Reader became a nurse and for what reason as well

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Ohhhh yes let’s do some digging! here is the back story to our nurse reader!

In the midst of Victorian England's industrial landscape, Nurse Reader's path into nursing within the mining community was deeply intertwined with her family's esteemed legacy in the medical profession. Hailing from a lineage of renowned physicians, Nurse Reader's upbringing was steeped in the traditions and expectations of a prestigious medical heritage. Her father, a distinguished doctor, and her mother, a respected practitioner in her own right, had long paved the way for her to follow in their footsteps.

Despite this esteemed lineage, Nurse Reader harbored aspirations that diverged from the family's medical tradition. Fueled by a passion for justice and the pursuit of truth, she yearned to pursue a career in law. However, the weight of familial expectations and the weight of her father's influence as a prominent figure in the community left her with little choice but to acquiesce to their wishes for her to continue the family's medical legacy.

Even though if she passed the highest classes in law…she would still be probably rejected due to her being a woman.

It was against this backdrop that an influential figure, a man of considerable standing who owned the very mines that defined the town's existence, sought the expertise of a capable nurse to attend to the escalating number of injuries and accidents plaguing the miners. Leveraging her family's connections and her father's authority, Nurse Reader found herself thrust into a role that she had not anticipated nor desired—a nurse within the unforgiving and perilous confines of the mines.

Reluctantly assuming her new responsibilities, Nurse Reader faced the daunting task of tending to the miners' injuries and safeguarding their well-being in an environment fraught with danger and adversity. As she navigated the challenges of her newfound role, she grappled with the conflict between her own aspirations and the expectations placed upon her by her family and society.

And here is when our dear nurse reader met Norton Campbell.

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charliedawn · 1 year

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Hello! I just wanted to pop in and say that I just found your blog, and I absolutely love your Slasher AU! If you’re taking requests, I was wondering how Thomas Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre would be in St. Louis and how the others would react to him? If you’re not taking requests, then please ignore it!

From best to worse. Enjoy. 😁💜

Thomas was found in an old barn outside of the state of Texas.

He usually never left his territory, but for some reason had decided to go manhunting a little further North.

Liam and Wolfe who are both in charge of capturing and retrieving slashers and other creatures for the hospital, decided to go after him.

When he arrived, he was terrified and was confiscated all his personal belongings—including his chainsaw.

He refused to eat and talk to anyone. So, you decided it was best to send a slasher instead, to make him understand that nobody would be hurting him and gain his trust.

When you sent Jason, they stared at each other for a few minutes before Jason wordlessly sat down at a reasonable distance from him.

He wanted to show Thomas he had no intention of making Thomas uncomfortable by stepping into his personal bubble.

He then got out his favorite boardgame and started playing by himself.

Thomas—who had remained unmoving so far—finally crawled to the boardgame to observe Jason's actions more closely.

Finally, Jason offered him the dice and they started playing.

They didn't say a word. But, you knew now that you could count on Jason if you needed help with Thomas.

When Brahms was sent, he did have trouble finding how to approach the slasher.

Brahms is naturally friendly, so he did try the most straightforward approach by waving at Thomas.

When he realized it wasn't working, he decided to show him his mask.

They did have something in common after all and Thomas did observe it closely. It was a fine mask and even though he preferred human skin, he had to admit the porcelain mask in itself was fine craftsmanship.

They bounded over it and then Brahms tried to communicate through words, but as both slashers have trouble speaking, their conversation remained simple and brief.

Brahms was still cautious around Thomas. Stranger danger after all.

But, he would quickly try to befriend him after finding out how Thomas was as wary as him.

Two good boys meeting. That's it.

Brahms *brings cake* : "Thomas...Want some ?"

Thomas *nods*

Michael was born in Texas. He knows what it's like there and would hit it off pretty quickly with Thomas.

He would bring BBQ and beer for their first meeting, even though he knows Thomas is a cannibal and would try to find some kind of middle ground.

Michael *writes down* : Hey. So hum...Do you like sport ? Art ? Books ?

Thomas *shakes his head* : "Thomas...Not read."

Thomas went to school, but he never could learn at the same speed or as well as the rest of his comrades, so he was quickly kicked out.

But, it wouldn't discourage Michael who would come back with his favorite audio books and they would listen to them together.

They would eventually learn to appreciate each other's company and it would allow you to do your job more efficiently.

Thomas *stares at Norman* : "I saw you...on TV."

Norman *chuckles* : "I guess you would have. I am the owner of the hotel down the street."

Thomas *shakes his head* : "No. Murder. Crazy..Like Thomas."

Norman's smile faltered for a second at the mention of his past life and he then shook his head.

Norman : "Not anymore, my good fellow. I am long retired."

Thomas *narrows his eyes suspiciously at him* : "...Liar."

Thomas could read through Norman's expressions and maybe this is why Norman didn't stay.

He found the slasher disturbing in the way he seemed so brutish, but seemed to be reading him like an open book.

It was the first and last time the two of them met.

Pennywise would be okay. But, he would never be Thomas' favorite.

Pennywise would tolerate him, as he is mute and wouldn't be much of a bother.

But, I don't think they would be good friends.

Pennywise is a trickster and rude most of the time. He would try to be as nice as possible the first time, but it would be like trying to ask a bird not to sing.

Pennywise *offers him a cigarette* : "Hum...Want one ?"

Thomas *shakes his head negatively*

Pennywise *shrugs* : "Suit yourself."

Pennywise would be able to control his urges to use his powers to dig into Thomas' head for clues on how to make him open up.

Firstly, he wouldn't care enough to, and secondly he would try to respect his privacy.

Penny : "Aww...Tommy."

Penny is the opposite of Pennywise.

He wouldn't care about privacy. He would dig into that skull for every dirty secret and use it against him.

He would lure him with sweets and niceties, only to try to take a bite.

He would call him by his childhood nickname and tease him ceaselessly.

The two of them being cannibals, Penny would find it fun to hunt the hunter and make him feel pain. He would find the thrill exhilarating.

Penny : "What's wrong, Tommy ? You miss your momma ? ~Oh, wait...That's right. She died." *insane giggle*

Thomas would either try to kill him or would go mad.

No need to say, their first meeting wouldn't go well..This is why Penny should probably be last.

Freddy : "Come here, little piggy..Let's have some fun."

Freddy wouldn't interest Thomas the slightest.

First off, he wouldn't be his kind of person and then, did you see his face ?

Thomas wouldn't want to steal it. It has no value.

Freddy would become a Leatherface repellent. And that would amuse him to no end.

He would chase Thomas around with his burnt and decaying face, only to enjoy the way Thomas would either run away or try to kill him.

Freddy *cackles* : "Aww..Don't you wanna play with me ? Come on. COME ON, LITTLE PIGGY !"

He would then take pleasure out of infesting Thomas' dreams at night and exchange their faces.

Thomas would go mad with rage and would wake up to cause a literal massacre.

Yeah. For safety reasons. Do not make those two meet. Ever..

Jack *bursts out laughing* : "He's a f*cking idiot."

Jack is...Jack.

He's blunt. He's rude. And he has absolutely no patience.

Thomas wouldn't be able to stand him and would eventually try to steal his face.

Thomas *grunts loudly in annoyance before pinning Jack to the wall*

Jack *laughs* : "Not so close, dummy..I can smell your foul breath from here. Have you ever heard of toothpaste and chewing-gum ?"

Sarcasm would be like adding oil to a fire and Jack would be a whole damn truck filled with it.

It would annoy Thomas to no end, and probably be the reason why he wouldn't want his face.

Thomas *throws him across the room*

Jack : "WORTH IT !"

These were his last words.

Happy second death, Jack.

You will be missed.

Five would be shocked and quite frightened at first.

Let's be honest, Thomas can be quite scary and obsessive when he finds a face he wants.

Five has the face of a handsome young boy with little to no flaws.

Thomas would immediately notice and if the two of them met, it would awake something in Thomas..A primal urge to get that face as his own.

So, no.

In no circumstances, and absolutely none, should they meet first.

They should never even be left in a room together. It would end in a bloodbath.

Thomas *stares at him*

Five *hides behind you* : "I don't like him.."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #slashers #michael myers #freddy krueger #norman bates #brahms heelshire #jason voorhees #jack torrance #five hargreeves #nurse reader #thomas hewitt

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whole-circus · 10 months

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hi hi!! i absolutely love ur page, u write so well <3

i was wondering if you could do hcs of jeff dating a male nurse reader with a quite cold personality but certain soft spots for jeff, both sfw and nsfw? tysm!!

take ur time. u just started taking reqs and im sure there’s more than one asks in ur inbox, take care !

NSWF&SWF || Jeff the killer and BEN Drowned x male nurse reader!

➥ Hi hello and thank you so much! Here you go! :)

Im sorry that it turned out pretty short T^T

And I saw your edit to request, no worries!! I promise its all good, no need to apologize sweetheart!! You haven't done anything wrong, mistakes happen :3

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Jeff The Killer

SWF

☆ Cold boy with a soft spot for one person? The best trope that could ever exist tbh. Jeff absolutely adores you, and he is the same - meanie to everyone but his boyfriend! Loves that about you, his possesive and jealous side is also pretty content with that :) I mean..you make him feel so special!

☆ Please, please patch him up..! Jeff gets into so many fights..and well he is a serial killer.. so he gets a lot wounds that need to be taken care of! He would never let somebody esle do it, and he is terrible at self-care so he absolutely needs you!

☆ Also dont tell that anybody...but he would comfort you after hard days !! Are you hungry? Thirsty..? Man will order you something! Are you tired? Sore? He would offer you a massage (he sucks at them but appreciate it!) or a hot bath! And if you just want to sleep? He will cuddle with you, and if you are up to it then watch something.

NSWF

☆ Learning male anatomy.. Oh? Wanna practice..? Well guess what..you have the best model here! You can touch all of his parts, he isn't the shy one! I promise he will make it fun! But after all, its the best to learn in practice, right?

☆ Will make you suck his dick in your pretty uniform.. Dunno but it just make him so weak..and so horny lol You on your knees in front of him?? Oh my god! He would put his hard, and long dick into your mouth..making you gagging and feeling him in your throat! He just loves that..Would cum into your mouth,grabbing your chin/hair to look down at you, and make you swallow! „Do you enjoying having your mouth filled with cum, silly boy..?”

☆ Jeff would be into quickies before job. Sex with him is often pretty messy - even if you dont have a lot of time! He just loves the fact that he ruins you so much.. You got all pretty looking for your job? To bad, now you need to correct your look - and better make it fast, you need to go out in a couple minutes! „Tell me about everything you like about having my huge cock buried deep inside you baby..” - he whisper to your ear, in his low husky voice, as he fucks you hard.

BEN Drowned

SWF

☆ Ah?? A mean boy?? He is so in love!! And if it comes out that you have soft spot for him?? You will make him die! He loves to be pampered and he loves to be loved!! Also..not to overuse you being a nurse..but take care of him, please. I know he is theoretically dead, but he have many bad habits, for example he eat poorly and rarely or he sleep too little (if he even sleep at all).

☆ God,he is such a simp for you!! Like really, he would do anything for you..you show him that much love and care? He is so special to you, that you have a soft spot for him? Again - melting! Would do everything to you..just say the word and he will bring you it on his knees lol

☆ I bet people can be suprised that you and Ben are in relationship. You are pretty diffrent from eachother, he is really outgoing and loves people, but you? A cold man?? What kind of mix is that?? No worries (i mean, not like you care about people opinions), if someone somehow will discover that you can be softie then they will totally see that you are made for eachother! ..just saying that Ben is chatterbox..

NSWF

☆ Come on..I mean nurse kink... He would love to role play with you. Just you in your uniform wakes something in this wild men. Imagine him laying in bed, fully naked..becasue you need to do your job and examine him <3 Massage his prostate, your warm fingers going so deep into his hole.. Dont forget to check his puls on neck..maybe when holding your hand around his silly throat? And finally his hard member..your hands touching his heavy balls (you need to squeeze them, just to make sure everything is alright) and his quivering cock! Oh? Is he sick? Mhm..I bet you must cure him then..? How about fucking his brains out? Voilà! You cured him mr. Y/N!

☆ Oh I believe Ben is absolutely a switch, he loves being sub deep down. Please let him suck your dick if he will be a good boy for you.. He would absolutely beg for you, he dreams of seeing your soft thighs again and again - and of course seeing your pretty cock. Definitely will beg for your seed when he is being deepthroated by you..?! I promise he wont waste any single drop! „Please..please let me suck your cock until you cum all over my face..”

☆ Okay but..guide masturbation! Doesn't matter if in person..or if you are way away (maybe duriing your break in work??)..just do this! Ofc he could jerk off alone but where is the fun in that? :(( And as I mentioned earlier - loves being dominated and told what to do. There is something intimate in this kind of things too! „Please sir..please i cant..only you can make me feel soo good..”

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variety-fangirl · 6 months

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Okay, I can't believe I've found someone who still writes actively for Jimmy Keene 🥺🫶 So I'd like to ask something like Jimmy falling for the nurse who is taking care of his father at hospital (feel free to choose the reason).

I was thinking in something like jimmy being an asshole with the doctors and nurses because he is stressed and worried about his father and, seeing that the reader is the only one who doesn't give in to his anger, he begins to see her in a different way.

Thanks in advance for considering my request. You slayy 🫶🩷

Nurse / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Summary: you are a nurse working your normal day shift at the hospital and treating your patients as you would any other day. Until you get requested by one of your fellow colleagues to take over their patient's case because of the difficult son.

Warnings: swearing, angry/stressed Jimmy, mean Jimmy (he's not really mean, lil worried sweetheart), talk of heart attack, cancer, medication and medical care.

Authors note: aww thank you 😁 I'm quite honoured to be one of the few who write for Jimmy tbf. Helps me to stand out a little ☺️ Oh 🥺 I love this idea! This is cute actually. Thank you for requesting and reading my stuff, it means the world to me! Yes queen, you slay too 😘🥰 Thank you for reading, please enjoy. Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out.

P.s. I'm not a nurse so if details are wrong or inaccurate, don't sue me lol. Just go along with it haha.

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"Okay Dorothy, you are discharged, signed, and all set to leave finally!" you happily inform one of your patients that you had been caring for, for about a week. She had come in for a Mastectomy but there had been issues and she had stayed a few days longer than planned, she had her surgery yesterday and was now finally going home cancer-free. Dorothy is a sweet 58-year-old lady who you have cared for repeatedly over the years for various health reasons. She was always an absolute delight to look after and provide care for, you'd developed a slight soft spot for her. Even though that wasn't typically allowed, but you kept your emotions in check mostly with your patients.

"Oh thank goodness, I can't wait to go and sleep this off in my own bed finally. Thank you so much for taking care of me again, sweetheart." Dorothy's cold, wrinkled but gentle and soft hand clasped yours with the strength she could muster. She was still a bit groggy from the high dosage of painkillers you had prescribed her for the pain. Her husband, Gordon, smiled and thanked you with a tender hand on your shoulder before pushing his wife's wheelchair out of the hospital room. You smile sweetly, "It was my absolute pleasure, it always is. Now, you both take care. I don't want to see either of you back here for a while okay?" you teased with half seriousness.

"Hopefully not dear!" Gordon calls with a chuckle as they both wave before leaving down the corridor to the elevators. You smile and fill in Dorothy's chart about her discharge, it took you about twenty minutes before you handed it back to reception. You were hoping to take your lunch break, it was about the time for you to take one. But luck was not on your side because no more than five minutes later, as you reached the break room, your colleague Jillian stopped you with pleading eyes. You grimace, "what's wrong?" you ask with an unhappy tone.

"I will do anything, anything, if you can please take over Nigel for the afternoon. He's-" she pauses and sighs, obviously exhausted. It had been a long day for you all. Nigel was hard work, for everyone but you for some reason. Maybe it was your sternness and no-messing attitude that got him to behave, or maybe he just had a soft spot for you, you weren't sure but he was good as gold for you. You sigh, "refusing to take his meds again?" you question. This was a recurring theme with Mr. Nigel. He had a habit of throwing tantrums and refusing to take his blood pressure meds. So most would come to you for help, knowing he would listen to you. She nods, "he's asking for you and will apparently only take his meds if you give them to him. Says he only trusts you."

You groan, rubbing your forehead with your fingers. You could feel an oncoming migraine forming, oh how fun. You held your hand out, "Okay." you huffed with a sigh, exasperated from your already too-long shift. You loved your job but sometimes you were beyond exhausted with some of the patients you had to care for. Jillian squeals happily, "Thank you, thank you! You are a lifesaver." she thanks gratefully as she passes you his medication, a now bright smile on her tired but still beautiful face. You take a moment to yourself, taking a deep breath in and out before making your way to Nigel's room.

Nigel was one of your regulars at the hospital, he was back and forth constantly for different reasons and always ended up staying longer than planned. On this occasion, he had surgery on his leg because of an infection. He took regular medication for Asthma and his heart but the old bastard was stubborn at taking them. His wife had always been the one to remind him but since she died a year ago, he's been awful about taking them. You knock on his door and wait patiently, receiving a very rude 'fuck off' before deciding to just enter anyway.

"Now Nigel, is that any way to treat your favourite nurse?" you kid, walking further into the room until you reach his bedside where the water jug is located. You pour some water into a small cup as he speaks, "I didn't realise it was you, I'm sorry. Glad they finally got you as I requested." he grumbles, obviously displeased but not with you. You turn with the water and pills in hand, "Meds, please." he grabs them from you instantly and takes them without fuss. You secretly roll your eyes at his tantrum, "And you know I can't always be here to look after you Nigel." you tut as you adjust the pillow behind his head and back to be more comfortable for him, and pull his blanket back us to his chest the way he likes. He pats the hand on his chest kindly, "I know but they don't look after me the way you do. You're special." you smile as you check his IV.

"Well thank you." you nod and check the now-empty paper cup, "finished?" you ask, referring to the water. He nods, passing the cup back to you where you refill it and place it on his bedside in case he wants some later. You check over his chart as well whilst there to make sure everything is in order and fill in the necessary information about what you've done. "Right, you are all set. I will come back and check on you later, anything you need?" you ask with a smile. The grey balding 65-year-old shakes his head with a returning smile, "Nope. I'm good." you nod with a chuckle, preparing to leave the room, "Okay, I'll see you later."

You spend the next few hours of your shift doing rounds, checking on patients, sorting out medication, filling in charts and the usual tasks you would normally do. By that point, you only had 30 minutes left of your shift, it was 7 PM. You'd always done 12 hours so you couldn't wait to go home, take a hot shower and get into your nice clean bed to sleep. You were exhausted and hungry. You were contemplating what to grab on the way home to eat because you were far too exhausted to cook tonight when another of your colleagues, Gloria, came over with a guilty look on her face. You glare at her, "no."

"Please y/n, I am begging you to help," she begs with pleading eyes, she genuinely looked like she was going to cry. "No, I have twenty-five minutes left before I clock out and I already took on one patient more than my own today as is." you close the last chart of the day and hand it back to reception, now finally finished for the day. "I'll give you $20?" she bribes, holding your shoulders with a grip of plea. You sigh, "Fine! You owe me so badly! Fill me in on the patient and the issue as we go to their room, lead the way." You indicate to in front of you for her to go first, she nods and starts filling you in.

"The patient is James Keene, who prefers to be called Big Jim. Sixty years of age and came in for a mild heart attack. Started the necessary treatment but there's difficulty with his check-up." She winces, leading you down the hallway slowly. "So what do you need me for then?" You question confused, not understanding what the issue is. She sighs, "The son is the issue. He's making treatment difficult and is freaking out on all the nurses." you turn to her with a raised eyebrow. "I know! But trust me, you'll understand when you meet him. Right, here he is, room 305. Thank you!" She scoots off back down the hallway without another word, leaving you with the difficult family member.

You roll your eyes, tuck the chart under your arm and knock on the door. A gruff but kind 'come in' voiced for you to enter, the annoyance immediately gone and a smile replaced on your face. "Hello, Mr. Keene! I'm the new nurse who will be taking care of you during your time with us. I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." you walk to the left side of his bed as the son is on the right and place the chart at the end of his bed before taking his side. The son with an eye roll scoffs, "Great. Another fucking nurse." His arms are folded defensively over his chest and his body language suggests he is not happy. "Jimmy!" James scolds unhappily, a frown on his face. "Well sir, the other nurses were not pleased with your attitude towards them and unco-operation in their trying to help your father. So I was asked to take over." He squints his eyes but says nothing further for the moment.

"I'm just going to take your blood pressure, is that alright?" you ask sweetly with a smile, James nods with a smile. You go to take his arm when Jimmy growls, "Be careful for god sake! He's hurt." You give him a blunt look, "Sir, I did go to medical school for a number of years to train to be a nurse. I know what I'm doing." Your tone left no room for argument as you took James' arm carefully and gently as you originally intended to. You took his blood pressure, monitored his heart rate and checked what was necessary all with Jimmy making snide comments or yelling at you whilst you were just trying to help his father. You had enough.

"Okay, Mr. Keene, all done for now. I'm a little concerned about your blood pressure and hydration levels, so I'll get an IV and some medication to sort that out right away for you. The doctor has advised a few days stay, so we are going to keep you in for observation and granted you improve then you can go home. I'll be back shortly. Jimmy? May I speak with you outside for a moment please?" you ask with a tense tone, indicating to the door. He huffs but follows behind you as James thanks you. Jimmy closes the door behind you both and steps to the side so you are both by the wall, out of people's way. You look Jimmy over, noting the tired look on his face, the clear bags under his lovely eyes and a look of frustration on his face.

"Can I speak plainly?" you question as you look at his face, waiting patiently. He nods stiffly, not meeting your eyes, seeming to favour looking at your neck instead. "Okay, thank you." you pause for a moment, "I understand perfectly how worried you must be for your father and his wellbeing, it's absolutely natural to be frustrated and angry when you want the best care for your loved one. But, your behaviour and attitude with me and my fellow colleagues is unacceptable." His eyes shoot up to look at yours, a look of surprise in his eyes. He goes to open his mouth but you hold your finger up, "I'm not finished. The other nurses asked for me to take over because they couldn't deal with your difficult behaviour, it made caring for your father hard. I won't tolerate that kind of disrespect when I am just trying to look after your lovely father, so, If you are quite finished?" you ask, as if he's a naughty child being told off for his behaviour.

He clears his throat, a small smirk on his lips. "Absolutely, I apologise for my behaviour. I was in the wrong because I was worried. It won't happen again, ma'am." You smile in return and nod. You appreciate more than anything when someone admits they are in the wrong and apologises for their actions. Nurse no-nonsense strikes again! "Thank you, I appreciate the apology. Right, I'll be back shortly!" you call to Jimmy as you go to sort out Mr. Keene's medication and treatment. Unbeknownst to you, Jimmy stays rooted to the spot, watching you as you walk away with a smile on his face.

By the time you went back in there 30 minutes later, he was a changed man. He was polite and understanding towards you, letting you do your job in peace. You were grateful for it, it made your job so much easier. You made sure Mr. Keene was taken care of, as well as Jimmy, making sure they both had everything they needed for the night before you left.

Over the next four days of Mr. Keene being in the hospital for treatment, you start bonding with Jimmy slowly. After you told him off, he calmed down completely and left you to treat his father without argument. And anytime he did say anything out of line, you would just tell him off straight away and instead of anger, he would just smirk to himself not saying anything. You were unsure why but his smile was so infectious that you would end up smiling back in return. You would try not to, to be professional but it was damn hard with how gorgeous his smile is. You noticed a complete difference in him, it had been pleasant to have him around and James was an absolute delight. Despite his condition, he was cracking jokes and smiling non-stop. He is one of your favourite patients to date, although, you wouldn't tell the others that. Especially Nigel.

Jimmy had changed his attitude towards everyone at the hospital, so much so that your colleague came up and asked what the hell you'd done. She'd cracked an inappropriate joke about his dick which you both scolded her for and laughed at. You weren't exactly sure what you'd done, again. Maybe it was the fact that you didn't take his bullshit and called him out on it, maybe he liked you. You weren't sure but you were glad for it anyway. And you were very aware that like Nigel, Jimmy refused any other nurse to care for his father whilst he was here. Claiming you were "understanding and gentle" with his father's care. You didn't mind anyway.

By the time James was discharged from the hospital, you were honestly a little sad. You'd definitely miss seeing them both around here, James kept the job interesting. Which you were so appreciative of, the job could often feel a little samey at times. So, having interesting patiently made it all worthwhile. You had been extremely busy that day and had honestly expected Jimmy to kick off, maybe even just a little because of how long it was taking but he didn't say a word.

"I am so sorry for the wait Mr. Keene, we are down three nurses today so we are a little understaffed and very busy. You are all set to go, discharge papers are done and you have everything yes?" you didn't want poor James to forget any of his belongings here. James nodded with a smile, "All set, thank you." he shook your hand firmly before making his way towards the elevators but Jimmy stayed behind. You hadn't even noticed until you turned around and noticed him stood directly behind you.

You gasp quietly in shock, your faces mere inches apart. You both stare at one another for a few moments, seeming to admire one another with the same intensity. You unintentionally look at his lips, your eyes lingering on the pink plump and kissable lips as his tongue dips out his mouth and licks along his bottom lip. You clear your throat and take a step back, putting some professional distance between you both before someone sees and questions you. "Your number?" you shake your head and look up at him, considering how very tall he is, with a questioning look. "I'm sorry?" you ask shocked, eyes wide.

He smirks, knowing that you were too busy ogling him to hear a single word that he had just said. "I asked if I could have your mind to set up a date." He replies cooly, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest so that his muscles were bulging through his cotton long-sleeved shirt. You smile, although you try to hide it but fail miserably, "Mr. Keene that is against hospital policy, no fraternising with patients." you try to say it sternly but it just comes out teasingly.

He smirks knowingly, "Good thing I'm not a patient then. So, your number gorgeous?" he leans in slightly closer, his eyes staring deeply into yours with lustful intensity. You scoff with a laugh but pull out your notepad and pen regardless, how could you say no to that charm? You roll your eyes as you pass the piece of paper to him, "8 o'clock this Saturday, I'll text you my address when you text me. Don't be late." You playfully glare as you turn and walk towards reception, needing to clear your head just slightly. His presence was intoxicating to be around. Just as you were about to turn the corner you heard him quietly say, "I wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." The smile didn't leave your face for the rest of the day.

#fluff #y/n #jimmy keene #jimmy keene x reader #black bird #light angst #hospital #Nurse reader

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febuary30thday · 11 months

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My Nurse

The possessive Hashira, with a s/o who works as a caretaker/nurse at the butterfly mansion!

This man is one of the most possessive and stubborn people on the face of the earth

He doesn't want to be treated by anybody but you, but he'll still refuse your help

He could be bleeding out and still refuse

Kocho has to frequently wake you up in the night because he just stomps his way in there

She hates it

She has tried to get him to comply, but he is firm in his beliefs

He'll demand your attention, even when you're treating other patients

One time, he saw a male patient flirting with you, and best believe that the patient is probably never saw the light of day again

When you treated Tanjiro once, he was so jealous, he stole you from the Butterfly mansion

He makes you sit on his lap when you treat his wounds, under the guise that you treat them better in that position

Wanna know what other positions he can make you do?

He has and will continue kissing you in front of anyone he dislikes, like Tanjiro and his friends

Also any male he dislikes or finds annoying, like Giyu or Tengen

He has cursed at Tengen for flirting with you

He can and will put his hands up your skirt

"Sanemi, take your hands off me, I'm trying to treat you."

"Make me. You think I didn't see you talking with those boys? I'm showing you who you really belong to after this."

#yandere x reader #yandere #demon slayer #yandere sanemi #yandere sanemi x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi x you #sanemi drabble #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #nurse reader

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mrsshabana · 8 months

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Patient!Gyutaro x Nurse!Reader - CHAPTER 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

✦ CW: 18+ MDNI, female reader. Dead dove: do not eat. Extreme violence, mentions of self harm, mentions of non-con, mental illness, torture, physical and mental harm, abuse, altered mental state.

✦ AN: This chapter is very very disturbing. Please read all of the content warnings and proceed with caution.

✦ WC: 1,983

It took hours for you to get up from the floor.

Hours for your tears to stop flowing from your eyes. And days for the pain to recede enough for you to be able to function properly. Not that you did.

Things were never the same after that.

You couldn’t bear seeing him again. But you do. Even though you haven’t stepped foot in that asylum for a week, you still see him every day. Remnants of him on your body every time you look in the mirror. And his face appears every night in your dreams.

You took a leave of absence for a week after the incident. You had planned to search for a new job in the meantime, but instead you stayed in bed all week and cried. Every time you looked into the mirror it’d trigger a panic attack, ending with you huddled in on yourself on the bathroom floor. Breath staggered, eyes wide, and skin under your nails because you can’t stop scratching. You can feel him inside of you. You tried everything to get him out… but it’s like he’s a part of you now.

Maybe that’s why you came back.

Came back to the asylum… back to him. Even though you hate him, you feel like a part of you is missing when he’s not around. Like you had to get back to him to fill some kind of void. A void that he created, a place in your heart that only he could fit into.

The marks aren’t gone, the ones that he left for you as a symbol of his ownership. You have to wear a scarf now to cover the bruises. So deep that even after a week they haven’t subsided. And the new ones on your wrists. Though not from him, you made them because of him. Hopefully no one will notice.

.・゜゜・　♰　・゜゜・．

Walking into the asylum for the first time in seven days, it feels strangely inviting, like this is where you belong. It’s early in the morning so you figure that Gyutaro will still be asleep.

The fluorescent lights flicker down the hallway as you make your way to his dimly lit room. Your heart pounds in your chest. Approaching his door feels like signing your soul away to the devil, but at the same time it feels like being embraced by an angel.

Peeking inside you see that his room is empty. This isn’t right. Why is his room empty? His room is still filled with his stuff so you know they haven’t moved him.

Going back to the nurses station in this wing, you look through the patient records for today to try and figure out where they took Gyutaro. They always keep track of all of the patient’s information here, like when they are given meals, therapy sessions, family visits, etc. Everything is kept track of.

“Here we go,” you mumble to yourself, finally finding Gyutaro’s file for this week. He was taken to room 44B. You don’t bother reading what for, all that matters is that you get to your patient.

The room isn’t far, just through the door on the left and at the end of the hallway.

Leisurely walking through the hall, enjoying the sunlight warming your skin as it shines through the barred windows.

“HELP ME!!”

A blood curdling, raspy scream interrupts the pleasant moment. It sends shivers down your spine, and for some reason causes your eyes to well up with tears.

“GET MY NURSE!! PLEASE!!”

The voice screams in desperation from the end of the hall. You know that voice but you refuse to believe it’s him. He’s never sounded so, so helpless. It’s so jarring that you feel frozen.

“NURSE Y/N!! HELP ME!! PLEASE!!”

The voice gets more desperate.

“NO!! NO!! I’M SORRY! PLEASE GET NURSE Y/N!!”

The room rumbles and the lights flicker as your body moves on its own, desperately trying to get to him.

“Mr. Shabana!” You shout, tears rolling down your cheeks as you open the heavy metal doors at the end of the hall.

The sight before you is straight out of a horror film.

Lights flickering violently. A high pitched electric ping ringing through your ears.

Gyutaro lays on his back, wrists and ankles strapped to the bed sitting in the middle of the room. Two nurses stand beside him, one to his left, another to his right. And a doctor stands behind his head, holding some strange device to Gyutaro’s temples.

His eyes stay wide and his body convulses violently as he’s electrocuted.

A disturbing whine rumbling in his chest, muffled by the cloth in his mouth.

The sight is so overwhelming that you feel as though you are being electrocuted in place as well. Seeing him in a position of weakness and pain should bring a smile to your face. He does deserve it for what he’s done to you, doesn’t he? That’s how you should feel.

When the doctor sees you, he removes the device from Gyutaro’s temples.

“Ah nurse Y/N,” he smiles calmly, “You’re back from your leave I see. Would you like to assist me?”

He narrows his red eyes, and motions for you to come forward. His long black hair held neatly behind him in a ponytail. You’ve seen this doctor around before but you’ve never spoken to him, only heard rumors about his short temper.

“Oh um… y-yes sir,” mindlessly agreeing and moving beside him. Looking down at Gyutaro, his body is in a state of shock and it seems as though he is in no state to register what’s going on.

“One more round should be enough to do the trick,” the doctor grins and hands you the metal device, “Just place these pads on his temples and I’ll turn on the switch.” His voice is low as he speaks.

You nod and hesitantly move the device to Gyutaro’s head. Looking down at him, he looks so pathetic and weak. Just like you had. But you’re the one in control now, and he’s at your mercy.

Gyutaro’s eyes slowly roll back to look at you, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he whimpers. As if he’s begging to be shown mercy.

But where was your mercy when he violently assaulted you?

The doctor ups the voltage and flips the switch, sending a powerful electric shock straight through the device and into Gyutaro’s body.

This should bring you pleasure. It should make you happy! He deserves this doesn’t he? After what he’s done! Feeling sympathy for such a monster would only mean you are just as bad as him.

The restraints clack against the metal bed frame as his muscles contract from the second electric shock sent through his body. The shock is so strong that even after the doctor ceases his ministrations and you remove the device, Gyutaro’s body is left trembling in place. Contorted and petrified, eyes wide open, teeth clenched tightly around the gag that muffles the inhuman wail that continues to come from him. It’s eerie how the sound doesn’t falter, continuously leaving him as if his soul is trying to escape the prison of his body.

“There,” the doctor takes the device from you and pats your back, “Well done Miss Y/N! Mr. Shabana will be on his way to recovery with your help.”

Staring down at Gyutaro’s pained body, you can’t take your eyes off of him. “Y-yes… he will,” your voice cracks as tears roll down your cheeks in unison with the ones rolling down Gyutaro’s.

After the electroshock therapy, Gyutaro is left a lifeless husk. Unable to do anything, move his body, or even speak, you and the doctor have to pick up his body after removing his restraints and put him into a wheelchair.

You cry all the way back to his room. The other nurses give you confused glances as you push the most violent patient through the halls. His body sits limp in the chair, barely able to hold himself up as a continual low moan escapes his lips.

Getting back to his room you quickly close the door, not caring that it’s against protocol, and assist Gyutaro onto the bed.

He’s heavier than he looks. Propping him up on your shoulder in an attempt to hold him up, but you’re too weak. He falls back into the chair.

“Mr. Shabana? Can you hear me?” kneeling down in front of him, you hold his cheek in your palm.

He doesn’t even move his eyes to look at you, his head moves heavily in your hand. Able to maneuver him as if he’s a life sized doll.

“Please Mr. Shabana,” you whimper as you start to break down, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

Leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, you bring him forward in a warm embrace. You sob on your knees, resting your forehead on his chest. He doesn’t react at all, just sits there and lets you use his body for comfort.

You lose track of time as you cry into his shirt and spew incoherent apologies he doesn’t deserve.

“Gyutaro,” you look up at him and wipe your eyes. This time his irises move slowly in your direction.

“Y…Y/N,” he groans. You can barely make out the word as drool slips from his mouth and down his chin.

“Yes! That’s it Gyutaro, it’s me,” you smile through your tears, “I’m here, don’t worry.”

Pulling a tissue out of your pocket and using it to wipe his face. You caress his cheek and move his face to look at you, “How are you feeling?”

He stares at you with an unchanging, lifeless expression. It’s terrifying seeing him this way, you rather he be his usual cruel self than be a hollow shell.

You don’t know what to do. His brain is so fried that he can’t even manage to speak, let alone comprehend the words coming out of your mouth. Occasional spasms tremor through his body, causing his limbs to twitch.

Deciding that the best thing for him right now would be rest, you put your arms under his armpits and attempt to move him onto the bed again.

“I’m going to move you to the bed, ok? Can you stand for me, sweetie?”

You do most of the work, but he barely holds himself up with trembling legs. This time you’re able to get him onto the bed. Gently laying down his body and sitting beside him.

“I’m going to let you rest now, I’ll come back to check on you in an hour,” you say as you move his hair away from his eyes.

As soon as you look away and start getting up to leave, you hear a faint whimper. A shaky hand weakly trying to grab your arm.

“D-don’t… leave me…” he croaks, watery eyes spilling tears onto his cheeks, “Please.”

Seeing this man crumble before you should feel good. It was only last week that he had assaulted you, mercilessly taking advantage of your body, showing no mercy. He was so strong back then, and look at him now.

But seeing him in this state doesn’t feel good. The pain you feel is excruciating, almost worse than what he had put you through that day.

“Oh Gyutaro,” you can’t stop your tears from flowing, “I’ll never leave you.” Sobbing as you crawl into the bed beside him. He latches onto you like a child holding onto its mother.

Gyutaro wraps his arms and legs around you, clutching onto you like if you left it’d mean he’d die. His only comfort would be gone and he’d lose it. Nuzzling his head into your chest, he soaks in your warmth as he rides out the painful spasms that shake through his body.

“You’re safe with me,” you whisper to him, stroking his hair to comfort him, “I will never abandon you.”

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#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyuutarou x reader #gyuutarou #nurse au #nurse reader #dead dove do not eat

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fl3shm4id3n · 8 months

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hey Cereza! ☺️🩷 love your writings so much!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥may i please request smut of zdog x human!reader? the idea i have is z goes into heat and goes to see an RDA nurse to get help finding out what’s wrong… and one thing then leads into another🙈 feel free to ignore if this isn’t your cup of tea<3

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚'𝐯𝐢 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴢᴅɪɴᴀʀꜱᴋ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, size difference, lesbian sex, oral (f receiving), titty sucking/grabbing, kissing.

A/N: I'm glad you like my writing, I hope you like what I've come up with.

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

You were a nurse for the RDA, you were expected to help everyone in Bridgehead. Everyone including the recoms. You had to go under some kind of training to treat them since, their bodies were different than human bodies. It was easy stuff to quickly learn. Everything was fine so far until one night that everyone in particular had come in for a check up. It was pretty late, you were organizing some medical documents in alphabetical order. This was to make your job easier. As you continued to fix documents, you heard the door open and slam shut. You went to see who it was. It was Zdinarsk, she looked like she needed help. You could seen the sweat she was covered in and her panting like crazy.

Quickly you sat her down on one of the bed's for the recoms and began to do a check up on her. When you touched her forehead, you felt it burning like crazy. "Oh god! You're burning up! When did this began?" You asked her, beginning to check her heart beat with the stethoscope. "It began today... god it wasn't as bad as it is now..!" she whimpered almost in pain. You then placed the tool down and continued to check her. "What other symptoms do you have?" you asked. Grabbing a thermometer. "I'm sweating like a pig! I don't feel hungry...." she listed. "And.... and I just want to be outside all the time!" She said lastly.

Now it made sense, she was in heat. "Oh! You're in heat." You said to her, making her look at you. "What.... the hell is that..." she asked, out of breath. She then laid on the bed, onto her stomach. "It's something that the na'vi go through. Since you're technically a na'vi, you get it as small." You explained, you watched as she whined, squirming around in bed. You couldn't help but just watch her behavior. This was the first time you've witness a heat. Z was whimpering, a lot. She began to arch her back as much as possible. "It's okay, It'll pass. You can either try and relieve yourself. Or I could give you some prescription medication." You suggested, then Z looked at you dead in the eyes. You saw how her eyes dilated, and her tail almost waging like crazy. She then slightly moved up. Like a predator about to pounce.

Before you know it. Z had pounced on you, knocking you down to the floor. Luckily you didn't hit you head. Now you were under her, she was still looking at you. But this time with hunger in her eyes and her mouth was slightly open. "I don't need no prescription drugs." She softly growled, leaning down to your face. Getting close to your ear. "I need you sweet cheeks." She whispered, with a smirk on her lip. As you were about to say something, you were cut off by a sudden kiss on the lips. Her mouth was right onto your tiny one, she kissed you hard and rough, almost desperately. You felt as her tongue plunged into your mouth, leaving you almost a moaning mess. You could also hear her purring.

Instead of attempting to remove her off you, you started to kiss her back as much as you could. You placed your hands on her neck, softly feeling her loosely braided queue. This sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled away to take a breath, a small string of saliva was attached to your mouths. "You have no idea! How bad I've been wanting you!" you hissed, she then reached down and tore off your white dress off. Causing the buttons to scatter around the room. Z had a good look at your breasts, she was drooling by the sight of your soft flesh covered by the lace that kept them in place. "I could just stare at these all day!" she commented, then she moved the lace down to expose your soft flesh to her. She was ogling your now erect nipples.

"I bet they taste delicious as they look." She commented, leaning down and taking your nipple into her mouth. You let out a small whine, feeling her cat like tongue and sharp teeth on your breast. You couldn't help but feel your body shiver, you were enjoying this and she would smell it. Z let go of your breast and looked up at you with a smirk on her lips. "I see that you're liking this, that's good!" she growled. She went back to sucking on your other breast as she fondles the one that she had let go. You couldn't help but squirm underneath her, this was so good. You've never felt this kind of pleasure ever.

Z pulled away again, she then moved further down your body. She then grabbed your legs, pulling you a bit closer to her. Then she then grabs your white tights and ripped them off as well, on the crotch area. Raveling your lacy panties to her. "God, you're soaking wet!" She commented almost excitedly. She moved them a side. Your wet folds were now exposed to her. Without a warning, her mouth was onto your pussy. You let out a small squeal and you lifted yourself up some more. She was sucking and slurping at your pussy, she was eating as if she's been starving for days. You felt her tongue and teeth on your pussy. She then pulled away, licking her lips to taste your juices from her lips. "You taste so good!" she commented, going right back in sucking at your pussy, slurping up at your clit.

Your back arched, your body was now on fire. You were quivering and shaking at this point. As much as you wanted to be quiet, you couldn't, you were a moaning mess, nearly screaming. Z then pulled away from you again. She picked you up and laid you on the medical, almost throwing you. Z then began to remove all her clothes, almost ripping it off her body. She was now standing naked above you. You couldn't help but stare, the lights were out, except for the one in your small office and the red light that glowed in the medical bay. You couldn't help but just stare. She was beautiful. Under the red light, she was like some kind of goddess.

Z then crawled on the the bed, towards you. She then grabbed your legs and pushed them up, all the way up to your chest. She then positioned herself. On top of you, her legs either side of your thighs. Her wet pussy was now touching yours, causing you to bite your lip and moaned loudly. "Feels good doesn't it?" She asked, then she laid her chest onto your chest, slowly she began to rub her pussy against yours. "Hah!" you whined out, Z kept rocking her hips slowly. She leaned down and captured your lips into hers. Kissing you deeply. You weakly kissed her back on the lips, wrapping your arms around her neck, trying to pull her closer. She softly growled on your lips, beginning to rock her hips a bit faster.

"Hah!" you cried out loudly against her lips. Z pulled away from your mouth and held your chin so that you could look at her. Your eyes wee half lidded, you were already feeling yourself getting closer and your mind was going into ecstasy. "Are you close sweetheart?" she asked you, instead of responding vocally, you nodded in a whine. Z then began to rub herself faster onto you, making you let out a small squeal and screw your eyes shut. She pulled you back in a kiss, holding your chin in a firm grip. Softly squishing your cheeks together, kissing your lips roughly. You felt your legs burning by the position they were in and they began to shake, you were close. Z growled and gently bit your lip softly, you felt her canines bite onto your flesh. She whined and growled softly. "Oh fuck!" she moaned, she too was closer. She ran her hand down your body, she began to rub your clit at a fast pace with her middle and ring finger.

You slightly jolted by the feeling of her fingers. You whined and your back arched slightly much higher. "Oh Z!" you whined. Z rocked her hips as much as she could. And she rubbed your sensitive clit with her fingers helping your with your release. "Come on sweetheart! Don't keep me waiting!" she moaned with a tease and a small grin on her lips. "I'm! I'm!" you couldn't complete your sentence. Out of the blue, you had began to cum and so did Z. She let out a loud groan while you let out a loud cry. Your nails had dug into her back. You were trying to catch your breath. Your whole body was shaking and covered in sweat. Z was just looking at you, panting, trying to catch her breath as well. "You okay sweet cheeks?" She asked, with a small smirk. You only nodded, wiping the sweat off your face. Z couldn't help but chuckle, then give you a kiss on the forehead. She then got off you, laying down next to you.

You had the chance to put your legs back down, you felt them already going sore by the position they were in and how long they were up. Z then pulled you close to her. "I'm feeling sleepy, you wouldn't mind if I just crash here for the night?" She asked you. "No, I'd want for you to stay." You said, almost shyly, as if she didn't just fucked you into oblivion a couple minutes ago. "Good." That's all she said, cuddling you close to her. You didn't think she was much of a cuddlier. "Don't think this is the last time this will happen sweet heart." She said, with her eyes closed. You couldn't help but feel your face heat up, but you wouldn't mind for this to happen again. After all, at heat lasts up to seven days, if not, up to twenty one days.

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mondaymelon · 1 year

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Brain in is rotting from this, it's been going on for months

Nurse reader finds a girl frozen in ice and defrosts her but she has no memory of herself whatsoever, then nurses her back to health, while walking with her in the market in Snezhnaya they notice a woman just starting at the girl reader defrosted with utter shock

"she's looking u, u know her?"

*shake head in disagreement*

She then sprints at the girl calling her "my child" while the girl was still in a state of shock and ur face was giving a 90's windows loading screen

The woman was the tsaritsa and the girl u found was her "confirmed to be dead" daughter

-not canon but I live with this headcanon

~🪷 anon

OOOOOOOOOOooOOOo the absolute genius you have 🪷 anon!!

here lemme just...

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You had found her in an abandoned farm's field, encased in ice as large flakes of bitterly cold snow continued to drift downwards from above. In Shneznaya, there was no summer, no spring, no fall. Just endless, bleak winter.

Her face was pristine, eyes closed, and hands clasped over her chest, as if in prayer. There was no sign from where she had came from, who she was, or why she was here. But nevertheless, you took the young girl in, slowly nursing her back to health, as you were accustomed to as your job in the health department.

It had been a while since that fateful night. About a month or two, if you had to guess. Work was getting increasingly busy, yet you always tried to maintain some sort of conversation with the girl you had saved. She had warmed up to you somewhat, and the two of you would always eat breakfast together before you had to leave for your shift at the hospital. It was a strange thing, really. The day after she had woken up, you had questioned her about her past, but she had been unable to respond.

Her memories, her life, who she was... it was all gone.

But it was best to move on. So you had given her a name, Yoake. Atarashi Yoake. The new dawn.

Peering over the crowd that was bustling about the marketplace, you frowned, squeezing Yoake's hand to get her attention. "It's a bit crowded here. Should we head to the library first?" You had taken the day off from work, a rare occasion, to personally spend some time with her.

She nodded quietly, holding onto your hand tighter as the two of you attempted to weave through the masses of people. While attempting to walk around a fruit stand, the two of you happened to bump into a woman who was standing in the path.

"S-Sorry about that, m'aam!" You hastily responded, preparing to leave before stopping in place. A look of shock had come across the woman's face, and she almost seemed on the brink of tears. Tracing her gaze, you realized that she was staring at Yoake, eyes wide and teary, mouth slightly open, and trembling hands gripping her sides.

Turning to Yaoke worriedly, you glanced at the pale-faced woman before looking back at her. "Do you know her?"

The girl looked completely lost, shaking her head.

With a cry, the wide-eyed woman leaped forward, tearing Yaoke out of your hold and grasping her in a tight embrace. Yaoke let out a small "eep!" sound, but didn't fight back.

You started forward. "M'aam! You can't jus-"

"My child...! My child... I missed you. I missed you so much...!" The woman slowly fell to the ground, hands still clutching the fabric of Yaoke's coat. Tears streamed down her face as she trembled, staring up at the girl as if she was afraid that she would disappear into thin air. Yaoke didn't show any reaction, only seeming slightly puzzled as the tears of the woman stained her clothes.

"Excuse me-"

"Ah-" Pulling out a handkerchief from her purse, she quickly dabbed at her reddish eyes, taking a deep inhale and exhale before continuing. "I'm deeply sorry. I acted so brash."

"I am the Tsarista, the archon of ice. This here is my daughter."

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some-stories-for-u · 2 years

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(My nurse)

Pairing: 40s Bucky Barnes x Nurse! Reader

Summary: your friend drags you to the stark convention after work where Bucky just wants to pester you.

A/N: no comment 😗

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40’s Bucky Barnes

Your shift at the clinic just ended when your friend came up to you.

“Hey, are you going to the Stark Expo tonight?” She was beaming with excitement.

“I wasn’t planning to” You shrugged. Technology was interesting but it wasn’t really something you wanted to spend your night off watching.

“Why not?” Her face fell.

“Well this is my first time without a night shift I would love to just get some rest” your friend sighed.

“Y/n” She put some of your h/c hair behind your ear you looked at her very confused, “I know you would just love some rest but you’re coming with me” I tilted my head to the side.

“and why should I?” Her jaw dropped.

“How could you not know?” I shrugged, “Bucky Barnes is going to be there” You started to laugh.

“As compelling as that argument is I still want rest” She sighed.

“Please come with me! I have no one to go with” I laughed even more.

“Why didn’t you just say that before?” She shrugged.

“I thought Bucky was going to sell you but apparently not” She then grabbed my hand, “Come on then lets go!” And that is the story of how you ended up in a crowed of people watching Mr.Stark show off his new flying car invention.

“This is actually pretty cool!” You yelled to your friend. The crowd was so loud if you talked normally she wouldn’t have heard you. She turned to you beaming.

“See I told you it’d be fun!” You both turned back to the stage only to see that the flying car was no longer…flying. It had dropped to the stage pretty harshly.

“As you can see it is still a work of progress” Mr.Stark laughed, “Anyway enjoy the Expo!” He said and then slowly the crowd started to disperse.

“Come on lets find Bucky!” Your friend grabbed your hand again. You rolled your eyes as she looked frantically around for the man.

“Can’t we just enjoy the Expo you dragged me to?” You asked her. She ignored you as she was still looking around. Suddenly she stopped which caused you to crash into her.

“I found him!” She yelled excitedly. You smiled a little bit at her excitement. “Wait he’s with someone” her excitement dropped and so did your smile.

“Its Connie” You squinted your eyes to make out the girl next to him.

“What’s he doing with her?!” Your friend got a little bit angry, “Are they on a date?” She started to squeeze your hand. You quickly snatched your hand back before she could break it.

“It’s okay-“ She cut you off.

“No it’s not” she started to stomp towards them but you grabbed a hold of both her shoulders.

“Hey hey hey” You pulled her back to you, “How about we go play some some of the many carnival games?” You put on your widest smile hoping it would make her a little bit happy. You knew you succeeded when she sighed.

“Fine. But why her? We’re perfectly good catches, why couldn’t it be one of us?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know but lets go win you a teddy bear” You booped her nose and walked her over to the nearest game. After a couple of minuets she had forgotten all about him. That was until you two were walking away from the cotton candy vendor, eating the delicious treat in front of you, laughing and holding onto all the stuffies you won from the games that’s when you…bumped into him. You bumped into him quite harshly so you accidentally dropped all the stuffed animals you were holding.

“Oh my I am so sorry sweet heart” Bucky said as he kneeled down and started picking up the stuffed animals. You looked at your friend who just looked at you with excitement. “Sorry about that” He got up from the ground and handed you back the stuffed toys.

“It’s okay I wasn’t looking where I was going” You shrugged. You thought that was the perfect opportunity for you to get away but Bucky stopped you.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He got in front of you so you had to look at him.

“No I don’t think so” You looked back at your friend for help but she was just ‘awing’ at him.

“Yeah, aren’t you a nurse?” You tilted your head to the side.

“yes…I am” Where was this conversation going? You had no clue.

“I knew you were familiar! You’re the nurse I’m always trying to get when I go to the clinic but they always say you’re busy” Your e/c eyes went wide.

“Uh I-I guess” You walked backwards to your friend and grabbed her hand. “Now if you don’t mind we’re going home” You gave him a quick smile and started to walk past him. But he was not having it. He started to walk with you.

“What’s your name?” You looked at him for a second.

“Don’t you have a date?” You tried to get rid of him. He laughed.

“She went home couldn’t take all “nerds” around her” You looked back at him and smiled.

“It’s Y/n” There was no harm in giving him your name if he didn’t have a date. Your friend was absolutely ecstatic at what was going on in front of her.

“That’s a great name~” You stopped walking and so did he. “I’m Bucky”

“It’s nice to meet you Bucky” He smiled wider.

“Hey, you wanna go out sometime?” You were about to answer when your friend interrupted you.

“Oh shoot Y/n! I have to go home now!” You looked at your watch and then at your friend knowing she still lived with her parents and that they wanted her home at a certain time.

“Then I’ll walk you” Your friend let go of your hand and shook her head.

“No I’ll be fine” You shook your head.

“No no come on” You grabbed her hand again and then looked at Bucky.

“It was nice to meet you Bucky” and then just like that your friend and you scurried off so that your friend wouldn’t get yelled at.

“Wait! You didn’t answer my question!” Bucky yelled after you. But you two were so far away that you couldn’t hear him. He sighed and then went off to try and find his own best friend. He finally found Steve outside of a military sign up.

“Yes I tried again” Steve sighed. Bucky started to laugh.

“That’s okay, did they accept you?” Steve shrugged.

“How was your night?” Steve changed the subject. Bucky smiled remembering you.

“Pretty great” Bucky then put his arm over Steve’s shoulders and they started to walk off. “Let me tell you about this girl I met” Bucky said and Steve laughed. Bucky knew for sure tomorrow he was going to get you as his nurse.

#fanfic #fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #40s bucky #nurse reader #captain america

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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Burning Up, Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of an injury, mentions of a medical situation

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sit pretty well for a guy getting stitched up…I could even venture a guess and say you’ve done this before, Curtis,” you cooed as you placed the last butterfly bandage over his brow. He gave you a nervous smile, his large hands gripping the edge of the sink which he’d set you on so that you would be eye-level with him. You felt your breath catch in your throat when you felt his calloused thumb graze over your thigh, “I-uhm…”

“Thanks for stitching me up, beautiful!” he smirked. Your blush returned to your cheeks, and you looked down, far too embarrassed to say anything. Your heart raced as he lifted your chin, balancing your jaw between one of his large hands. Your heart thrashed in your chest as you melted into his eyes. Your throat went dry, and your words failed you.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. He let go a little breathy chuckle, “what? Cat got your tongue, gorgeous?”

Your blush deepened and you attempted to look away again, only to be caught by his large hand, holding your face firmly in place, “Cu-Curtis…”

“I-I want to kiss you, if that’s okay!”

“Okay,” you gasped, nodding along to what he was saying. The words caught up with you and you squeaked as his other hand braced itself on your waist, “Curtis?”

“That’s my name, beautiful!” he purred, leaning in. On instinct, your eyes fluttered shut. His hot breath fanned across your face, and you felt the tension in the air. Your already thrashing heart felt like it was pumping so loud you couldn’t just hear it, you could feel each heavy thud in your ears as the blood pumped harder. It felt like you were going to have a panic attack as you felt his lips graze over yours.

And then a loud wail filled the station.

You yelped as the light behind you flashed a deep red and white color, illuminating the room, and your arms flailed as you tried to catch yourself from falling off the sink. The medical supplies went skittering to the floor and Curtis backed up, instantly reaching for his face.

“SHIT!”

Your eyes went wide. You’d tossed the metal forceps you’d used to pinch the skin to suture the wound, and they’d hit his very fresh brow stitches. Your hands went up to your jaw as you gasped, “oh my god, Curtis! I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

“I’ve been through worse,” he admitted, his hand pulling away from his brow to see if he was bleeding. When he realized that he was fine, he looked up to the light, and then back to you. The siren was still going off.

“I have to go, sweetheart…duty calls!”

You nodded, the words failing you yet again as he thrust open the bathroom door. You saw the men scrambling towards the pole and sliding down, all in various states of being dressed or ready. Everything seemed to go in slow motion for you as you walked out of the bathroom and saw the men on the firehouse floor below, all shoving on their gear before loading onto the truck and heading out.

The truck’s alarm blared as it pulled out of the station and turned, heading towards its destination.

“You alright, kitten? You look pretty shook up!”

You jumped again, nearly feeling like you were going to have a heart attack. You squeaked out another yelp as you came face to face with a man that Curtis had introduced you to earlier, “I-I’m sorry Chief Barber…I-I’ll go. I jus-“

But the man chuckled, shrugging you off, “it’s okay, kiddo. Plenty of the men’s girlfriends and wives have come to visit only to have their time cut short by a call…”

“Curtis and I weren’t-“

“I know you were stitching him up,” he chuckled, cutting you off once more, “those jackasses turned the truck’s alarm on the poor guy and made him hit his head off the grill, right?”

You nodded, “y-yes sir.”

“No need for the formal titles,” he chuckled, “here…let me make you a cup of coffee and we can relax until the boys get back…I’m sure Everett would love seeing that you’re still waiting for him after a call.”

“I don’t want to be an intrusion…”

“Trust me…you’re not,” Chief Barber laughed, “Everett is the one guy who never invites a woman to stay and get to know us. You must be pretty special if he invited you here to begin with.”

Your blush returned and you looked away, thinking to just a few minutes ago when the tension was thick enough that you believed the two of you were going to kiss, “I don’t know about all that, Chie-“

“Call me Andy…sweetheart,” he laughed, turning around and heading towards the galley, “and I wouldn’t say that….you and Everett were blushing redder than cherry tomatoes. That boy was going to kiss you if he didn’t already. I’d bet my challenge token on it!”

Curtis hadn’t expected you to wait up for him.

He had thought that after the awkward tour, and the even more awkward injury that he’d suffered, you would have run the first chance that you got.

But when he’d gotten back from the call, he noticed that your car was still in the lot. Johnny razzed him, but that didn’t necessarily matter too much. He knew that it was all in good fun.

The guys chuckled when they heard your melodic giggling. And sure enough, you were playing some board game with Andy, his wife, and their son Jacob. Curtis felt like he could have married you on the spot with how domestic the scene was. With how well you got along with men he viewed like family.

Curtis had grown up in the life, his father, and his father’s father, and even his father’s father’s father had all been firefighters or some type of law enforcement. It wasn’t just something they did, it was a lifestyle; and he’d been wrapped up in that community from a very young age.

The pranks.

The little bouts of hazing.

The brotherhood.

He’d never wasted time trying to find someone to be with though. He always just assumed that the right person would find him, amidst his career. Just assumed that the right woman would somehow come along.

But that night he saw you at the party, he knew that he wasn’t ready for it. He knew that you were the one, and it scared him shitless.

You were everything he’d ever dreamed of. Everything he’d ever wanted out of a good woman.

“Curtis!”

Your eyes lit up when you noticed him, and he felt like his heart stopped. You looked at him like he was already your world.

“Y-you’re still here!”

Then he saw the doubt in your eyes, “oh…sh-should I have left?”

“No. No. Not at all,” he replied quickly, “I-I’m glad you’re still here.”

The two of you seemed to smile at the same moment, and he felt a bond deeper than he’d ever felt with anyone emerging.

“Get a room, you two!” Johnny teased.

“The shift’s actually ending soon,” Andy reminded Curtis, “Everett, take your girl out…show her a good time…you can cut out a little early tonight?”

Curtis’ heart blossomed, and his smile got wider, “really, chief?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking to Steve, “that okay with you, cap?”

“Show your girl a good night on the town, Everett!” Rogers agreed, clapping him on the shoulder, “and enjoy your weekend off. I’ll see you Monday!”

“Do-do you want to get out of here?” Curtis asked you. You bit your lip and nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than to spend more time with him.

“Sure.”

“Come on, beautiful!” Curtis smiled, holding his hand out to you, “I know a great place where we can get some dinner!”

“Sound like a date!”

“It sure is!”

Chapter 4

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