#nurse!

[knightofleo]

[krisonthefrontporchwithabeer]

asgore was canonically granted 1 beer at the dad convention

[noctivart]

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH OH THE THINGS ID DO TO THIS MAN. THANK YOU TIV FOR FEEDING US

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nah fr im licking him from his happy trail straight up to his jaw

[cherryberry444]

I Like U

pairing: luke castellan x apollo kid!reader

summary: in which luke is constantly getting hurt on camp, leaving you to help patch him up in the infirmary. but what if luke is getting hurt on purpose as an excuse to see you?

warning: this is my first tumblr one shot so be understanding! i am not a nurse! just making this up lowkey!

contains: inspiration from a cai prompt by @/junifairy. flirting, banter, down bad luke.

word count: 1402

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It was a typical day in the infirmary for you. You had gotten used to your usual tasks by now. Patch people up, make sure they're good to go, clean up and repeat. It had become pretty mundane at this point but it was what you were good at and plus every now and then something intriguing would happen. There were some pretty cute campers that would come in bruised up and to say you enjoyed taking care of them would be kinda sick but let's just say you didn't mind it.

One of the cutest, though nothing but trouble was Luke Castellan, son of Hermes. He was the strongest and most skilled swordsman on camp so it wasn't shocking he'd need to go to the infirmary ever so often. Although, the frequency of his appearance over minor injuries and the way he'd flirt with you while he was here did leave you suspicious. But, Luke probably flirts with a lot of people so you tried not to think much of it.

"Oh gods what is it today Luke?" You asked as Luke walked in with a few minor cuts on his face and arms.

"Nothing major..just a few sword injuries is all" Luke shrugged, taking a seat on an infirmary bed.

"For the best swordsman in camp you sure get a lot of cuts.." You said, grabbing rubbing alcohol and gauze from the hospital tray by the bed and going to sit next to him.

"Hey..." Luke rolled his eyes.

"Just saying." You said grabbing the gauze to clean the wounds on his arm first. Luke squinted slightly but didn't react much.

"So what have you been doing today, beautiful?"

You scoff. "My job"

"Other than that I mean"

"Why so curious?"

"I just wanna know what someone as beautiful as you does on their free time"

You scoff again. "Stop"

"Stop?"

"Flirting."

"Who said I'm flirting?"

"Oh please you're always flirting" you say, putting bandages on his arm.

Luke gasps lightly. "Do you really think so lowly of me?" He says placing a hand on his chest.

You look up at him with a serious face. Luke laughs. "Can't you just accept that I think you're really pretty?"

"Whatever Luke, anyone can be pretty"

"Well yeah but I think you're especially pretty" Luke smiles softly.

"Did they knock you in the head too?" You ask sarcastically, checking his head for wounds.

"No, my head is perfectly clear"

"And empty"

"Hey!" Luke says defensively.

You laugh. "Someone smart wouldn't get so much wounds"

"I'm extremely smart," Luke defends.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm"

"How so?"

"So there's someone I really like.." Your breath hitches at this sentence.

"And they work in the infirmary, so I kind of let my competitor hit me a few times in combat just so I can go see them. Isn't that clever?" Luke asks.

Your eyes widen. "What? No, that's stupid! Who is it?" You ask, genuinely confused after cleaning the wound on his face.

"Oh you're not very bright either.."

"What?..No.."

"It's you"

"Luke you're kidding"

"I'm not"

"You don't like me. You must be experiencing..nightingale effect or whatever but I am simply your nurse. Nothing more" You explain.

"But I'd love it if we were more" Luke says in a low voice, looking into your eyes and softly grabbing the hand that was cleaning his wounds.

"I think you bumped your head.. like actually. This is a little far, even for you." You say moving away from him.

"Not at all. Y/N, can you let me speak freely?"

"My gods"

"Please?"

"Alright go ahead, whatever"

"I've always liked you y/n. I know you think I'm just this big flirt who doesn't mean it or something but it's not like that, at all. I've always thought you were beautiful, even before you started working in the infirmary. You have to believe me." Luke says sincerely.

You stare at him for a second in silence and shock.

"I'm sorry this is too much. Fuck, I don't usually express my feelings to people but I just couldn't hold back any longer. Coming to the infirmary often, I just felt like that was the only way you'd talk to me or even look at me and I know that may be wrong but..I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you and talk to you and I know I could've just said something like a normal person but I was too scared and I-" You cut him off.

"Luke Castellan, scared? Losing in combat to come see me? You're actually so stupid.." You chuckle.

"You're kinda scary, y/n" Luke admits.

"How?"

"You don't take any bullshit and you never flirt back you just do your job and I really regret even bringing this up because you obviously don't see me like that and I just..fuck" Luke curses, looking around nervously.

You take in a breath and giggle a little. "You're cute when you're worried"

Luke's eyes brighten up. "Cute? You take pleasure in my pain?"

"Well, no. You're always cute Luke." You admit.

Luke smiles. "You really think so?"

"Castellan are you blushing?" You tease.

"No it's..it's the bruising!" Luke defends.

"Mhm right.." You sass.

"So you like me too?"

"I didn't say that."

"Oh" Luke tries to hide his frown.

"But"

"But?"

"Well..I think you're cute and strong and funny and..you know, I like talking to you when you come in here. Even if it's just you hitting on me, it's entertaining." You explain, looking into his eyes.

"I think that means you like me y/n"

"You're so full of yourself Castellan" You say, pushing him lightly.

"Hey don't push me, I'm injured!" Luke exclaims.

"Oh please you're fine" You wave off.

"You think I'm fine?"

"Shut the fuck up!" You laugh.

"Hey if you kiss my wounds do you think they'll heal quicker?" Luke asks

"Hm maybe" You say playing along.

"Hm, my lip kinda hurts too. Do you think you could kiss it better by chance?"

"Go back to your cabin Castellan" You roll your eyes, getting up.

"Not without you"

"What?! You're delusional" You try to hide your blush.

"You like me. I see you blushing. You like that idea don't you?"

"What?"

"Hm? Tell me..have you thought about what our first kiss would be like? I have" Luke says, getting up and moving closer to you.

"You're actually too much today" You laugh.

"I asked you something," He said.

"Um" Luke waited for your response.

"Maybe"

"Maybe?"

"Yeah but everyone wants to kiss you Luke so it's nothing major"

"But I only want to kiss you," He says sincerely.

"Hm" you smile softly, looking down.

"Look at me" He says, lifting your chin and softly moving your hair out of your eyes.

You look at him nervously. He laughs lightly. "Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not..it's just..I've never seen you so nervous. I didn't know you were even capable of being nervous"

"Well I am okay you win"

"Yes I do," he smirks.

You roll your eyes. "Stop"

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that. Like you want to kiss me."

"Well, I do"

"Well we can't"

"Why?"

"Because this is a professional setting"

Luke scoffs. "We're gods!" He affirms.

"Demigods" you correct.

"Whatever, I think you're just scared"

"Maybe.."

"Definitely. Look there's nothing to be scared of"

"You sure?" You ask, looking at him with gleaming eyes.

"Positive, you're gonna love it" Luke claims.

"You're so conceited" You scoff.

"Let me show you?" He asks nicely.

"Alright"

Luke takes in a breath, caressing the side of your face softly. He smiles softly before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips, you kiss him back, opening your mouth as he opens his and your mouths slowly move in sync. His tongue moves into your mouth as he places his hand on the back of your neck, kissing you harder. "Mm" you hum in response.

"You like that?" He asks between the kiss, making your breath hitch.

"Mm, mhm" You giggle, kissing him again before the kiss breaks.

"We shouldn't be doing this here" you say.

"So let's do it somewhere else, hm?" He suggests. For some stupid reason you agree and walk out of the infirmary with him to kiss him in a more private setting.

[noctiva]

I’m no better than Toby I ZOOMED IN tf??

LMFAOOOOO STOP (or don’t ;)))

[babycupart]

girl help i,m drawing marvel fan art

[beautifullytragicmess]

Oh because i miss them and this reminds me of them, asylum!Steve and his nurse dor this picture. 😍

“I missed you.” His voice broke the silence in the room, his hands steady as they found the edge of your hips. “I missed you, doll.”

“We can’t.” Your eyes fluttered closed, a reaction to his soft open mouth kiss to the apex of your neck. “Steve…”

“Please give me this.” He bore no sign of the man he once was, no station that dignified him as Captain America. In here he was a soldier who lost his mind from the war, in here he was a number. To everyone else, he was a charity case.

“I can’t. You’ll get into trouble.” You protested his affection, fighting with your body that wanted to crumble and your mind that wanted to deny every action in order to save him.

“I don’t care.” He whispered against your neck, your uniform starchy in his hands, not soft like he would’ve wanted, but it was all he could take. “Angel, sweetheart…”

“Steve, they’ll punish you.” Your head lolled to the side, your breath becoming hitched as he slowly started to suckle at your pulse-point.

He was marking you as he knew how, taking the moment to feel you against him in the quiet hours of the night shift. He was already calculating how to escape, how to run away with you but that was months away and he couldn’t wait any longer.

“The doctors, are they hurting you?” His voice took a turn, hands sharply grasping your waist in a show of protective and possessiveness.

“They haven’t targeted me yet, they’ve…they like the more…”

“Stop,” Steve cut you off with gentility, returning his mouth to your flesh, seeking out the kind of pleasure that you could afford now, “you don’t have to tell me.”

“Its not bad for me, its worse for others.” You whispered in the quiet room, your hands resting upon his as your fingers became entwined. “They haven’t…Steve, we shouldn’t.”

“Here,” he recoiled from you only to slip his hand into his pocket, retrieving a sleek silver chain that was standard among the soldiers, “take this.”

“Your dog tags? They let you keep them?” You shivered against his fingers, a soft sigh elicited from your lips as he placed the chain around your neck and fastened it.

“Sadistic, isn’t it? Strip me of everything I used to be but let me keep my tags.” Steve drew his fingertips along the chain, feeling you shiver against his touch. “Take them, keep them under your uniform. Until I can get a ring-”

A knock at the door was your indicator to go. You turned toward Steve and rest your hands upon his chest, fingers tracing a seam in his asylum clothes. Your breath was shaky and you couldn’t look at him until he tipped your chin with his knuckles, drawing his lips against yours once more.

“Until I can get us out of here, and get a ring…” he whispered a vow, flesh against flesh before letting you go. “I promise, I’m going to be a good husband.”

A second knock on the door had you separating, the two of you stepping away from each other. You left first, slipping out of the room to follow the nurse aiding you, your hand resting against the chain hidden under your dress.