Here is a Voltron Lance Whump Fic for @taylor-tut for her prompt:
What if Pidge modifies the suits to monitor vital signs and send an alert if someone’s is out of a certain range? So like they’re walking and Lance is quiet and snippy, and all of a sudden they all get this alert that someone’s vitals are way off and that someone is burning up with a fever? And Lance is so out of it he doesn’t even know it’s him?
I hope you enjoy
Lance had muttered under his breath but Keith still heard it. He spun to look at the blue paladin who had
been walking behind him, “What did you just say?”
“Nothing.” Lance glared at him as he shoved past Keith,
bumping him in the shoulder on the way past.
“What is up with you today?
You have been more of an ass than normal. When you aren’t muttering
under your breath, you are glaring at everyone and just being annoying!” Keith
exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration.
“Maybe I am just sick of all your crap Keith!” Lance
“Well maybe you should have stayed back on the Castle if you
are so sick of me!”
“Maybe I should’ve!”
“ENOUGH!” Shiro shouted, tired of the two boys
bickering. Both Lance and Keith had the
decency to duck their heads in shame of being told off for fighting again. “If you can’t be professional enough to leave
your petty squabbles on the ship then maybe I should send you both back right
Hunk moved over to where Lance stood and put his hand on the
shaking paladin’s shoulder, “Come on man lets walk together.”
Lance shook him off, “Just leave me alone Hunk!”
“Keith come on. Just
ignore him,” Pidge said as she moved to grab Keith’s arm.
But Keith wasn’t about to let Hunk, who had been so patient
with the douchebag, get treated like that, “OI!
Don’t talk to Hunk like that!”
“Stay out of it mullet!”
“That’s it! Both of
you are heading back to the castle now!” Shiro ordered, “You will stay there
until I get back from this mission and then we are going to have a very long
talk on how to treat your teammates and family!”
“Move,” he growled when they stood still in shock.
“Whatever,” Lance mumbled before stalking off in the
direction of the ship. Keith followed
after him a few feet behind, glancing at Shiro on the way past with a sheepish
look of regret.
“Sorry Shiro,” he tried but bit back the rest of his apology
when Shiro glared at him with the look he knew well from back in his Garrison
days when he was busted for fighting. ‘Well
this will be a fun lecture to look forward to,’ he thought grimly as he
Keith could hear Lance grumbling under his breath as they
walked, stupid idiot didn’t even remember that his coms were still on! The noise was starting to get to the point
that Keith was about to say something when he noticed that Lance was not
walking in a straight line, in fact it looked like he was drunk with the amount
of stumbling he was doing.
“Lance are you ok?” Keith sped up to try and catch up with
“I said go away! It’s
bad enough I have to listen to that dammed ringing noise all the time, I don’t
need to listen to your annoying voice as well!”
“Ringing? Lance what
are you talking about? There isn’t any
ringing.” Keith finally caught up with
Lance and the instant he saw his face he knew something was wrong.
Lance’s normally clear complexion, not that Keith would ever
actually admit to taking notice of it in the first place, was marred with a sickly
red tinge and he saw that Lance was sweating profusely which was another
warning sign that he wasn’t well. The
planet they were currently on was quite cool, in fact it was almost too cool
for Keith’s liking.
“Lance, are you sick?”
Keith grabbed Lance’s arm and pulled him to face him.
“No but I am sick of you.
Now piss off!” As he said that, Lance wrenched his arm away from Keith
and spun away on to stop abruptly. He
swayed on the spot for a moment before his legs gave way and he dropped to the
grass underneath them.
dropped to the ground and pulled Lance onto his lap, “Hey stay with me!”
Lance groaned but didn’t open his eyes. Keith tore off Lance’s helmet and could hear
a ringing sound coming from inside it but focused on the now shivering boy in
his arms. “Lance? Talk to me.
What is going on? Shiro! Pidge!
Hunk! Someone come in!”
“Keith? What is
wrong?” Shiro’s voice came through the coms.
“Lance just collapsed!
He isn’t responding!”
“What do you mean collapsed?
What happened?” Shiro demanded.
“I don’t know! He was
complaining about a ringing in his helmet and when I tried to talk to him he
just collapsed without a word!”
“Wait, did you say he could hear a ringing in his helmet?”
Pidge asked as she and Hunk both came on the channel.
“Yeah. I couldn’t
hear it until I took off his helmet. Do you
know what it is?”
“Give me a sec,” she said and it only took a moment for
Keith to hear a gasp on the other end of the com.
“What? Pidge? What is it?” Keith was starting to get
worried, Lance was starting to moan again and it sounded like he was in pain.
“Dammit! Keith, does
he feel hot? Like he has a fever?”
Keith looked down and touched Lance’s forehead and hissed at
the intense heat that was coming off his bare skin, “Yeah he does! How did you know that?”
“Remember when I mucked around with our armour a few weeks
ago? Well I upgraded them to help
monitor of vitals when we were on missions.
The beeping he was hearing was an alarm that his body temperature was
too high and that he needed to get help quickly.”
“How does that help him when he is already too sick to know
what the alarm means?” Keith snapped.
“We were all supposed to get the same alarm telling us that
Lance was in trouble but I think when we turned our coms off earlier during the
meeting it must have turned off the alarm as well!” Pidge explained. Keith could hear that she was upset about
what had happened but he didn’t have time to worry about her guilt, Lance
needed help and he needed help now!
“I’m going to carry him back to the castle. Can someone contact Coran and Allura and get
them to meet me as fast as they can. A
pod will be quicker than walking,” Keith said as he shifted Lance so that he
was able to carry him piggy back style.
“Done, we will wrap things up here and get back to the
castle as soon as we can.” Shiro said before he sighed, “Thank you for looking
out for him Keith.”
Keith stumbled a little at the unexpected words, “I, uh, I
am only doing what I should do. I mean
we are family after all.”
He swore he could hear Shiro smiling, “Yeah buddy we are.”
Keith smiled as he hefted Lance’s body to shift the dead
weight a little, “Come on Lance, let’s get you home.”
Summary – Prompt
#37 – God, why do you always make me blush so damn much!
Warnings – One
curse word, a little angst, a little fluff, and a little PG-13 action!
Word Count –
Notes – This is
my fic for Kait’s @bionic-buckyb 5K AU Writing Challenge. I’m taking a page out of Anika’s @avengerofyourheart book and using my own life as inspiration for this
fic. As some of you know, I was in the
Air Force before I became a teacher. I
was a Medical Technician (med tech for short) which basically meant I was an
LPN. RN’s were the officers (Lieutenants
and Captains) and the med techs were enlisted (Sergeants and Chiefs). This fic is basically the story of my insane
crush on one of the doctors I worked with when I was stationed at
Wright-Patterson Air Force Base 17 years ago. He was
the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life and every time I was near him, my
face would turn so red! Most of what
happens in this fic actually happened to me.
I never got the courage to talk to him, but I saw a picture of him a few
years ago and he got old and fat, so maybe I dodged a bullet! Anyway, he’ll always have a special place in
my heart and this fic gives me an opportunity for some closure (and to finally
put my fantasies into words!). As always, I enjoy reading all of your feedback,
comments and questions!
Special Notes –
The military is notorious for using acronyms, so here are the ones that I will
be using in this fic.
Lt. – Lieutenant
LPN – Licensed Practical Nurse
RN – Registered Nurse
OTS – Officer Training School (boot camp for
EJ – External Jugular Vein Cannulation (an IV
that goes in the side of your neck)
capricorns are so vital. the cardinal earth sign takes their ideals and realizes them in material ways. the element of earth focuses on pragmatism, the physical realm.. so while aries has all this energy and ambition, the element of fire can make aries act without thinking. cancer is the same, expressing irrationality and unfiltered emotion. libra is /almost/ at capricorn’s level, but air is a fickle and nebulous element, chasing after intangible things.
capricorn belongs to the highest echelon of the zodiac (sagittarius through pisces), and as such is part of the order of signs which establish universal order. capricorn responds to need. aiming to provide and build up. capricorns are stereotyped as stoic, boring workaholics, but it’s more fair to say that they are ambitious and can see their goals as concrete and attainable. without the influence of capricorn i doubt anything would ever get done lol.
plot/request: Damian Wayne x reader (platonic) where Damian admits to the reader that he sees her like a mother + Bruce and reader bring 2 new additions to family, please and thank you + Reader is preggers with bruce’s newest addition and dami is jealous - anon’s
“Tell me how it is to be a nurse, how is it to be a doctor?”
Questions that perhaps give us the most pause.
Except, if you ask us, the work on the frontline feels anything but explainable, anything but extraordinary.
We wake up in the morning, we dread going to work, we hit the snooze button like any other, wishing the day wasn’t Monday, wishing the 12.5 hours stretched before us wasn’t today, wishing we could snuggle under the covers, away from the world. We surface, kick the covers off obstinately, brew our coffee/tea, curse the obnoxious commuters. We resemble any responsible adult when we go through the motions of everyday life.
Except; the responsibility hasn’t even begun.
We punch in, walk onto the unit, surveying the waiting room as we walk in - a determinant of how the shift may be; large groups grieving, families arguing, solemn looks, crash cart lined up outside the room, empty nursing station warning trouble in one or more of the rooms, and we want to turn around and walk back off the unit.
Except, we don’t.
We take our assignment for the day, the patient who is crashing in room 12, and another supposed low maintenance patient, awaiting step down unit. We peek at the low maintenance patient on the way to the crasher, heart already feeling the guilt that we are about to neglect this patient today while we deal with the storm next door.
Except, we don’t have time for guilt - yet.
We spend the day in what could only be described as chasing our own tail; watching patients mercilessly who state “I won’t fall,” accepting blame when they do during the four seconds we turned the other way, we scurry back and forth titrating drips, sending copious labs, adjusting ventilator settings, participating in rounds, admitting, discharging, and transferring patients…and ready to begin it all over again before the room is even properly dry from being bleached clean….we spend an inordinate amount of time cleaning up after doctors, and other providers, a trail of empty gauze, sodden dressings, syringes, tape, packaging and other assorted items so they do not become trapped under patients, or invade what little personal space they have, we dedicate moments, and sometimes backbreaking hours with patients, turning and positioning, and tucking them in snug and warmly - not just because a damn hospital policy tells us to, but because it’s the one little thing we can do to give them a little dignity, a clean environment while this room and this bed is their home. We escort families in, and tactfully shoo them out with the frequency of cleaning the escaping diarrhea around the flexi-seal tube, somewhere in the middle of this reflecting on the harsh realities and visuals of nursing that television shows will never depict.
We grapple with decisions, weighing the risks and benefits of what we’re about to do and often it occurs without anyone else in the room, the enormity of the responsibility so overwhelming, yet we cannot think and stew on it until the day is done.
Except, try as we might, we’re not sure we could articulate it well to the masses, either.
We forgo meal breaks when a patient is decompensating; not because we desire the glory of trudging on, but because for this day, this patient is our world, our responsibility, and one hour away from them in an understaffed unit - with a fellow nurse watching them alongside of his/her own catastrophic situation - well, it isn’t a meal break we will enjoy peacefully, so we tell ourselves we’ll just catch up a bit more, then go. Just another 10 minutes, then 10 minutes becomes just another hour… until it becomes just two more hours to change of shift, just one more hour, just thirty minutes.
Except, on most days, we aren’t even aware of how much time has escaped and we’re catching up on all the vital signs, the hourly intake, the interruptions and time seems to stand still in the moment when the patient arrests and the room is flooded with doctors and nurses trying to save this life.
Time stands still, even though an hour has passed and the patient is successfully resuscitated, and we go about the ordinary tasks of maintaining human function that the media will never portray, we go about cleansing the grime and gore that won’t stop gushing from all orifices - a sight we endure that’s by no means extraordinary, but an ordinary function of what we do, we spend time that feels like hours scurrying after orders while patients circle the drain, when our voices have grown hoarse over days and weeks from pleading with the doctors to grow some balls and tell the families honestly their loved one isn’t coming back, and it’s time…time to stop slaughtering them with invasive treatment, time to do what’s humane, not what’s good for ego, time to to stop and let them go….even though our hearts are shattered to admit defeat too. Most days we tell ourselves ordinary has to feel “enough” as we stare at the ceiling while sleep won’t come.
We spend sacred minutes, which is more than likely scattered moments with patients who are suffering, end of life, experiencing the agony of distressing news. We are at the bedside during painful procedures, we are at the bedside when no one else is there, no families, no friends, no one to speak of, We are the comfort of the brave, the solace of the strong, the restful place of the tired, and dying. And somedays we cannot leave it all there, so the caregiver role strain, the responsibility, the extent of what we see and feel in one day cannot be captured in any articulate sentence,
When someone asks us how our day was, we’ll just say, “fine”
When someone asks us what it means to be a nurse, we are likely to simply say “responsibility.”
Cancers are the most traditional, nurturing sign of the zodiac, so they like to lead by example and can handle responsibility with ease. You are, by definition, a caretaker—so any job that lets you give advice and problem solve to make everyone happy is a great one. You don’t do well in careers where you can’t see your work making a difference or getting results—whether that’s with a person or in the bottom line—so make sure you’re getting the motivation you need from your managers with regular check-ins or reports.
Ideal careers: Cancers make natural childcare workers and nannies, but they also make amazing social workers, human resource employees, lawyers, teachers, and executives. Healthcare and wellness are also important and vital parts of this sign, so anything in those arenas—like being a dietitian or nutritionist—are right up your alley.
Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.
A/N: So by far number one was leading in the polls, and i’m super excited as I always see these type of stories on the Bellamy Blake Imagine tag and have always wanted to do one. This will of course be a Bellamy x reader but will also follow all canon plots of the series. THIS WILL BE A LONG SERIES. SUPER LONG. Sometimes I might combine two episodes or skip one because that episode (in my opinion) wasn’t as important.
BUT BE WARNED, I will not continue this story if no one wants. Each chapter i’d like at least one or two people letting me know to continue on to the next. I don’t want to put all my effort into a story no one wants to continue to read when I could be putting it towards ones you’d guys like more. But if people want it, i’ll happily oblige to continue it. I am very excited for this story!
I will also try to upload the chapters every few days or once a week!
Based off of: The 100 01x01
Pairing: Bellamy x Reader
Your palms were sweaty, extremely sweaty though you paid no mind to the sweat that trickled down your skin as your head rattled against the head of your seat. Strapped in, nothing much could move except for the annoying shake of your head and the rumble of your own stomach.
Yells of panic could be heard around you but you paid no mind as you closed your eyes and tried to stay focused on keeping calm. Being thrust to the ground with only quite literally a moments notice was not exactly how you expected the day to go. No, you expected to be left in your cell for the day and to make no human contact whats so ever. Instead, you were roughly man-handled by the guards, knocked out and woke up to find yourself on a ship.
Apparently, you and the rest of the delinquents around you were the test subjects for the ‘good commoners’ up in space. You didn’t care. There was no one up there looking out for you or waiting for you, the only thing that annoyed you was that you were being used as a lab rat for some kind of ‘is earth in-habitual’ test.
Suddenly the rattling stopped and you heard a click as you felt your restraints loosen. Opening your eyes, you unlocked yourself, nearly being knocked over as a girl with blonde hair ran past you and crouched on the ground. “Finn, is he breathing?” You heard her frantically ask, and with curious eyes, you allowed yourself to walk over to her and the boy ‘Finn’, finding an unmoving body below them.
“The outer doors on the lower level.” A distant voice said and suddenly there was a mass of people rushing towards the doors. You faintly heard the same girl from before try to warn them that we couldn’t open the doors, at least not quite yet.
“Bellamy?” Turning your head, you watched as a brunet haired girl rushed over to one of the guards. Everyone fell quite as the two hugged and shared a sentimental moment, you turned your head at the sight, slightly uncomfortable. The same girl from before quickly interrupted the moment though; “hey why aren’t you wearing a bracelet?”
“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year:”
Murmurs suddenly echoed as every one began naming the brunet girl. “No one has a brother.”
“That’s Octavia Blake.”
You saw her face contort in anger and with a sigh, you shoved your way forward. “Would you all shut up? What the hell does it matter.” You grumbled and with another sigh, you turned back to Bellamy and apparently Octavia. You’d heard the stories. The girl hidden under the floor, but honestly you didn’t understand what the big idea was. She was just like every other person.
You made eye contact with Bellamy as he regarded you with guarded eyes before smiling and turning to his sister. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by, huh? Maybe the first person to walk on earth in a hundred years.”
Your heart began to beat frantically again. Just outside those doors was earth. No space. No space station. No cell. Soon enough, you heard a creak and you had to squint your eyes as the brightness from the sun slightly burned. You were use to darkness and stars, not blue skies and a yellow sun.
There was silence as Octavia walked forward slowly, and she took the final jump down onto earth. You let a small smile slip as she cheered and everyone began running off the ship and onto the ground. You waited for the crowd to disperse before you yourself step off. The fresh air was something you never experienced before, and on the Ark it always felt constricted, here if felt as if you could breath perfectly fine.
You laughed, rejoicing in the way the wind moved your hair slightly back and you felt as if you could finally breathe. You rejoiced in the way you could hear cheers from around you, and looked over to see every other delinquent laughing. It made your heart feel warm and allowing your gaze to wash over, you let your curiosity take over as the same blonde girl from before walked off.
Walking off from the others, you followed behind her shortly reaching her. Stepping forward, you opened your mouth to speak before a voice cut you off; “why so serious princess?” The blonde girl turned, finally regarding the newcomer and you. You turned yourself finding ‘Finn’ or at least that’s what you remembered being his name, standing beside you. “It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion.”
She shook her head and look towards you, you shrugged; “he’s not wrong.”
“Try telling that to the two boys who followed you out of there seat.” She shot back to him and you stifled a laugh. Finn glared at you playfully and you shook your head,
“You don’t like being called princess, do you princess?”
The girl shook her head, “see that peak over there?”
“Yeah.” You replied, stepping up beside the two.
“Mount Weather. There’s a radiation soaked-forest between us and our next meal.” With wide eyes, you turned towards the mountain and felt your heart sink. You shared a look with the two beside you as the girl grumbled; “they dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.
“We’re on the ground.” Looking up from your hands, you shot up at the group that had crowded around the blonde girl, who you learned was Clarke and Wells, who you’d recently met. Walking up to the crowd, you stopped beside Bellamy and Octavia.
“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells explained. “You heard my fathers message, that has to be our first priority.”
“Screw your father.”
“I agree with Wells.” You said, stepping up. Octavia’s eyes fell on you and with a roll of her eyes, “who the hell are you anyway?”
“Y/N.” You replied, shaking your head. “Wells is right. Mount Weather is our only source of food. We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because his father said so but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get. How long do you think we’ll survive without supplies?” You asked, referring to the whole group.
Clarke stepped up beside you, placing her hand on your shoulder. “We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now.” Nodding your head silently, you agreed.
“I’ll go.” You volunteered, Clarke smiled at you and you nodded.
“I got a better idea. You three go. Let the privilege do the work for once.” Bellamy spoke up and you narrowed your eyes. Stepping forward you begin to say something before Wells spoke up; “you’re not listening. We all need to go.” Suddenly he was shoved forward, and flinching, you watched as a boy with longer hair smirked.
“Oh look everybody. Chancellor of earth.” He laughed.
“You think that’s funny?”
“Guys stop!” You tried but they ignored you as the boy shoved Wells, making him fall forward. Clark lurched forward but someone grabbed her. You grumbled at the sight of these immature idiots.
“No. But that was. All right.” The boy moved forward to push Wells again, you ran forward to grab the boy, pulling him back. He turned on you ready to fight before Finn jumped down from seemingly nowhere and smirked up at the boy. You immediately let go, knowing Finn had it and stepped slightly back.
“Kids got one leg. Why don’t you wait until it’s a fair fight.” He said, tilting his head to the side. He made eye contact with you, “and maybe don’t push around those smarter than you.”
“Hey Spacewalker.” You all snapped your head over to Octavia, who sauntered forward. “Save me next time.”
“Four of us. Can we go now?”
“Count five.” You smiled at the four, walking up. You hefted the bag over your shoulder, smiling sweetly up at them. Clarke smiled reassuringly up at you, and Finn winked.
“Sounds like a party for six, count me in.” Octavia clapped walking forward. Bellamy stepped forward; “hey. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“i think she’d going for a walk.” You teased, crossing your arms and smirking over at Bellamy who glared at you. You smirked, uncrossing your arms before Clarke’s attention on you pulled you away.
“Hey!” She called, shocking you as she grabbed your wrist forcefully. You gaped at her, trying to pull your hand back. “Were you trying to take this off?”
You shrugged, confused; “yeah so?”
She glared at you, just as equally shocked; “so this band transmits your vital signs to the ark. Take it off and they’ll think your dead.”
“Should I care?” You replied.
“Well I don’t know. Do you want the people you love to think you’re dead?” She asked, shaking your head you pulled your wrist from her grasp.
“I don’t have anybody anymore.” You replied shortly. “Nobodies gonna care if i’m dead or alive up there.” And with that you turned. “can we go now?” You asked, walking off in the direction.
Cheering, you watched with a wide grin as Jasper swung across the lake. “Jasper!” You yelled, clapping when he made it across unscathed. You smiled at him when he made eye contact with you and turned, holding up a sign before you that read ‘Mount Weather.’
You felt a breath leave you in relief as you turned and smiled at your companions. After a tricky but amazing journey you’d finally made it and you didn’t feel like you were gonna starve of food anymore. “Whoo!” You cheered along with him, smiling as Finn yelled his name.
You were about to step up to go across but froze when a spear sore through the sky and hit him directly in the chest. You felt your breath leave you and you go stiff as he fell back and smacked the rock with his back. There was a deafening silence as everyone looked around for who threw the arrow.
You opened your mouth, calling his name in pure shock, barely registering Finn telling you to get down. You didn’t move until Monty grabbed you around the waist and yanked you down against the rock they were hiding against. You tried to breathe calmly but all you could envision was Jasper with a spear through his chest and you could hear your own heart beat.
“We’re not alone.”
There will be more Bellamy in future episodes, but there isn’t much originally in the first episode. As well as, as much as I love Bellamy, he’s kind of a dick in the first few episodes and Bellamy and the readers relationship have to grow. It will all connect. I hope you all enjoyed!