( nursed back to health shipping meme. )

[groupon]

Nursed Back to Health Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include. Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate. Reply to others. Thread.

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kylo ren ( star wars )

[sithistrionic]

[ no reys please ]

chloe decker | lucifer | ota

[nofluffybunny]

( ota for gen, m/f for ship, cross canon and au more than welcome, can play either role )

[ex_midwesterner119]

[ Los Angeles isn't too different from Metropolis. Sure, there are differences; the crime rate, all the palm trees, the slower pace that everyone seems to adhere to. But the similarities are comforting, in that people are simply people the world over, and there are far more good-inclined people than bad. Clark also appreciates the cuisine. West Coast taste utilizes more ingredients from the Pacific islands, he's noticed, along with more traditional Asian fare, and a number of restaurants catering to Middle Eastern palettes have popped up. Frankly, the food goes a long way towards curbing his homesickness.

So does the friendship he's stumbled into with one of LAPD's best detectives. At least that's what her ex told him the first day they met, all three attending a seminar for newcomers to the press and police corps. Supposedly it's all part of new training techniques. Keeping reporters and cops on friendly (or friendlier) terms means there's a lesser chance of things exploding when crises happen. Something about everyone being on the same said: getting to the truth. Chloe Deck is certainly one of those true-blue law enforcement agents, bound and determined to solve crimes and bring people to justice. She's also a mother, although he's only heard about her daughter. To him, balancing parenthood and cop duties just makes her efforts more impressive. Then again, Clark will always have a soft spot for working mothers.

Except working mothers who run straight into him during shift change at the precinct, spill his coffee, and then attempt to faint into his arms. In those cases, the soft spot turns to full on worry. ]

... Uh. Officer Decker?

tony stark | avengers academy

[themanofiron]

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

[ooc: Either / or.]

laurel lance | arrow

[lawrel]

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad | Assassin's Creed

[mywayisbetter]

(Could go both ways. Post AC1, probably in and around the time he was assuming the role of Mentor.)

Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII | OTA

[notachocobo]

[heroproceeding]

( ooc: I'm going to bed shortly but just poking this all the same. I'm good with bros or otherwise if you'd be up for it. Do you have a preference on who would be injured/sick? )

aoba seragaki || dramatical murder || m/m

[dramaticalblue]

soleil | fire emblem fates | f/f

[sunnymerc]

[Being a mercenery is rough, so she is very likely to be in need of care, but she is more than willing to dote on others.]

date masamune / basara

[declaws]

Root | Person of Interest || ota

[symbiosys]

[Either role is fine, f/f for shipping but ota for gen things!]

J.A.R.V.I.S. | MCU | OTA

[veryintelligentsystem]

_{[Either role depending on your preferences.]}

Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist (2003) | OTA

[tochallengethesun]

[Probably the nursed. Do other people even get hurt? Or just him?]

[material_guy]

[Just you, Ed-o. Particularly since your thread partner this evening is a borderline immortal (but not immortal enough for his tastes, thus Ed's predicament) and neigh invulnerable.

But the goal wasn't to actually hu--scratch that, Greed thinks with a grimace breaking his bored expression briefly. Okay, the goal was to hurt him, but he's not a lot of good unconscious. Worse than being kinda useless, he's also not very fun like this.

If they'd gotten the armor like he wanted, nothing they did to him would've put him out of commission. And that's so impressive a part of him wants to almost sock the kid they did get for only being a fifth or so armor. The arm portion was taken clean off; it didn't move on its own, naturally, and it wasn't exactly empty. All those gears and wires and junk proved it needed the body to move. Technology was cool but it wasn't immortality.

But ah well. He might've been the genius behind the soul-binding, come to think of it. This one's actually the State Alchemist. Even though he's not fully metal.

If Greed didn't have pretty good faith in his rumor mill and his crew, he'd have some real doubts. In fact, that they fucked up getting the other one makes him wonder if he should have doubts. Does having doubts about having doubts count as having doubts?

By the time Greed's gotten mentally philosophical, that bored look's back in place as he pokes at the swelling portion of the kid's jaw he might have sorta kinda been responsible for.]

Oooooooi.

Yagami Light | Death Note | OTA

[andeatit]

[Preference for the nursed, but really open to all prompts.]

1/2

[black_mass]

[Light is sick! And that's terrible!]

Roze Thomas | Fullmetal Alchemist (2003) | OTA

[makewayforroze]

[Probably best suited for a nurse, without any training, but open to either role.]

Winry Rockbell | Fullmetal Alchemist

[wrenchwielder]

[Can do either 2003 anime or manga/Brotherhood, just tell me your preference! Also, probably the nurse.]

[tochallengethesun]

[No one should have been surprised to find Edward Elric coming back to Resembol. His job is dangerous, and it constantly puts him against criminals. Or he was putting himself up against the criminals, it wasn't always easy to tell. Whichever it happened to be, the results were the same: his automail was often damaged. Instead of contracting a mechanic in Central, he instead returns to Winry, who has handled his repairs since they had installed the limbs years before.

Now, he sits on the wooden stool in the workshop. His arm is in pieces on the table in front of him, parts and pieces scattered out in what is probably some kind of organized fashion. The bruises and scraps from the fight still linger, most noticeably on his ribs, which ache when he slouches. Considering his lack of good posture, he finds shooting pains going through his body whenever he unconsciously leans forward.

Somewhere, Al is probably playing with Den. Granny's is most likely handling their usual business; considering the state of his arm, this won't be a quick fix. They really had shattered a lot of components.]

How long's this going to take? [He doesn't sound happy. He isn't happy, but his annoyance really isn't at her, but at he fight. He had won, but having to sit so straight was a pain. Literally.]

Harley Quinn ◆◇ DC Universe ◆◇ ota

[madformistahjay]

((ooc: Ota for shipping, prefer F/M for shipping - F/F with Poison Ivy is a-okay :) Harley can be in either role))

[azuhi]

[Can fit either role, but would prefer to be the nursed.]

bruce wayne | dceu

[assemblize]

[either role. m/f for shipping.]

Lapis Fathalla | Original | OTA

[oneirism]

[Can be either!]

Erin Lindsay, Chicago PD, OTA

[det_lindsay]

Nina Sergeevna Krilova | The Americans

[utselet]

sorey | tales of zestiria

[handle]

[elementum_maxia]

[Milla should be grateful. This man child may have saved her life, after all. But at the same time, she can't help but feel irked that he'd stepped in from out of nowhere and interfered in what should have been an easy battle. It would have been child's play to summon the Four and get rid of the monsters that had shown up before her.

Of course... There had certainly been something odd about the beasts. Something not at all normal, like its energy had somehow been tainted. They hadn't even looked quite right, now that she thought back on it.

Either way, he and his friends had helped her out of a tight spot, and she owed it to him to make sure his injuries were taken care of and nothing serious. Healing him had been no trouble at all, but waiting for him to rest and regain consciousness... That was a slightly different matter entirely. When he eventually started to stir, Milla stepped closer to where he was resting, a hand on her hip and head tilted slightly to one side. His friends had wandered off to gather food from the surrounding area, while she'd offered to remain at the camp with the young man.]

How are you feeling? You've been unconscious for several hours.

Tony Stark / MCU [reserved]

[im_ironman]

Finding Hydra bases had become the norm lately. Trying to get Loki's scepter back was the priority and, as much as Hydra did their best to hide and outsmart them, the Avengers were becoming a well oiled machine. Tony had updated Jarvis to try and narrow down possible locations that were being used by their enemy, and from there the team would just move in and check out the situation. More often than not Hydra would begin the attack the second they realized the Avengers were on their tail and, while generally they managed to get by without a problem, today Tony hadn't been so lucky.

It had caught him by surprise. That was all there was to it. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't slept in over 24 hours since he had been working on a new suit right when the call came through, or maybe Tony had accidentally re-wired something he shouldn't have that made Jarvis miss the way that the missile snuck up to him. Maybe he had just gotten cocky, which...okay, that was also a strong possibility. The hit hadn't been lethal, but it had blasted him with enough force to send him skidding through the woods that surrounded their fortress and created a crater. At first he couldn't even tell what the hell was going on - one second he was up in the air, trying to find the best spot to hit, and the next the world exploded around him. His head felt like it rattled against the helmet as he fell, and the distinct blow against the suit made him feel like it had shook him to the core. Static filled his ears, followed by concerned voices that cut in and out over the intercom, and before he could figure out what to do next he had blacked out.

Until he woke up to find Thor standing over him. He was going to take him back to the quinjet, he explained, but Tony stubbornly refused as he staggered up. Thor still tried to take him to safety, and for a moment Tony had let him, but when he noticed the team was still engaged in the fight, he flew off so he could join them against everyone's protests. His head felt like it was still ringing, his arm felt like it was going to fall off, but they had to finish the fight and Tony refused to let his team down.

The rest felt like a blur, though. A long, painful blur that felt almost eternal, but soon enough the fight was over and they were heading home. Once they were up in the air, Tony finally stepped out of the suit, and...god, his whole body ached. He could swear bruises were already growing all over him, and he sank into a seat heavily with a wince as he unconsciously cradled his left arm close to his body. Tony was well aware someone was probably going to chew him out for being stubborn and downright careless by fighting after getting his ass knocked down by a missile, but for now he just tried withstand the rest of the flight home.

[oldfashionedhero]

When Tony had gone down Steve had fought to make his way over to him, but HYDRA agent after HYDRA agent seemed to step in front of him and block his way. He dispatched them as quickly as he could, his eyes on the motionless Iron Man suit over a hundred feet away. Thor got to Tony just as Steve savagely sent a HYDRA agent flying into a wall with a sickening thud.

Tony still wasn't moving and Steve ordered Thor to get him back to the quinjet. He watched as Thor pulled Tony to his feet and a wave of relief swept over him as Tony momentarily seemed to stand on his own. Thank God. He was alive. Natasha called out a warning and Steve just had time to duck and roll as the ground he'd been standing on exploded, raining down dirt all around them. He looked up at the look out tower and found the cause. It was too high for him to take out with the shield, so he set off after it, his mind back in the battle with Tony taken care of. He skid to a halt however, as Tony swooped by knocking the HYDRA goon with the rocket launcher out of the lookout.

Tony refused to back down and so they fought until the remaining HYDRA agents either surrendered or were dispatched. The group was silent and somber as they boarded the quinjet. The fight had been a difficult one and no one had gotten out of it completely unscathed. Steve had a patch of red near his hairline where a bullet had just grazed him. Luckily, it had already stopped bleeding and he knew it would be gone by morning. He tried not to think about what might have happened if it had been an inch to the right.

He checked on the rest of the team before making his way to the back of the quinjet. He stopped in front of Tony and stared at him for a long moment, his eyes taking in what visible injuries there were.

"Mind telling me what the hell you were thinking, Stark?"

He never called him Stark anymore. They were beyond that kind of formality. At least, usually.