#24-hour emergency eye care

[tatumeyecare]

Urgent Eye Care: Why 24-Hour Services Can Save Your Sight

Urgent Eye Care: Why 24-Hour Services Can Save Your Sight

Your vision is one of your most precious assets. While many of us take our sight for granted, accidents or sudden medical conditions can put our eyesight at risk, often without warning. In these situations, having access to 24-hour urgent eye care services can mean the difference between preserving your vision and losing it. In this article, we will explore why around-the-clock eye care is essential, the common eye emergencies that require immediate attention, and how urgent care for eye injuries can be life-changing.

The Importance of 24-Hour Eye Care Services

When it comes to eye health, time is of the essence. Many serious eye conditions can escalate quickly, causing permanent damage in just a few hours. In such cases, delaying treatment could lead to irreversible vision loss. 24-hour eye care services ensure that patients receive the timely intervention they need, regardless of the time of day or night.

Emergencies don't wait for regular office hours. Having access to a 24-hour eye care clinic or an emergency eye doctor ensures that patients can receive prompt care for conditions like eye infections, corneal abrasions, retinal detachment, and chemical burns. Many of these conditions are time-sensitive, where the right treatment at the right moment can save a person’s sight.

Common Eye Emergencies That Require Immediate Attention

1. Sudden Loss of Vision

One of the most alarming symptoms a person can experience is the sudden loss of vision, either partial or complete. This could be caused by a variety of serious issues, including retinal detachment, stroke, or a blockage in the blood vessels of the eye. Any sudden vision loss should be treated as a medical emergency and requires immediate evaluation by an eye care specialist.

2. Eye Trauma

Eye injuries from accidents, sports, or other physical trauma can result in serious damage to the eye. Injuries that cause bleeding, bruising, or visible structural damage should be assessed without delay. Even if the injury seems minor, internal damage can lead to long-term complications, including vision loss.

3. Chemical Exposure

Exposure to harmful chemicals—whether from workplace accidents, household cleaning products, or other sources—can cause immediate damage to the delicate tissues of the eye. Chemical burns can lead to blindness if not treated swiftly. A 24-hour eye care clinic can provide irrigation treatments and medications to minimize damage.

4. Severe Eye Pain

Pain in the eye is often an indicator of a serious problem. Conditions such as glaucoma or acute angle-closure glaucoma can cause intense pain due to increased pressure in the eye, which, if left untreated, may result in permanent blindness. Immediate treatment can help relieve the pressure and prevent damage to the optic nerve.

5. Foreign Object in the Eye

A foreign body in the eye, such as metal, glass, or dust, can cause irritation, infection, or injury to the cornea. If the foreign object is sharp or deeply embedded, professional removal is critical. Attempting to remove such an object on your own can cause further injury, making it essential to seek out emergency eye care.

The Role of 24-Hour Eye Clinics in Preventing Vision Loss

Eye care emergencies are time-sensitive, and delaying treatment can lead to serious complications. 24-hour eye clinics are equipped with specialized tools and trained professionals who can assess and treat conditions immediately. Here’s how these clinics play a pivotal role:

Advanced Diagnostic Tools

Urgent eye care clinics are equipped with the latest diagnostic tools, including optical coherence tomography (OCT), ultrasound, and retinal imaging. These advanced technologies allow doctors to quickly determine the cause of an eye emergency and initiate the appropriate treatment.

Access to Specialists

When dealing with complex or severe eye conditions, the expertise of a specialist is often required. 24-hour eye care services often have ophthalmologists and retinal specialists on-call to address issues like retinal detachment, eye infections, and glaucoma. This ensures that patients receive expert care without delay.

Emergency Surgeries

In cases where surgery is required, such as for retinal detachment or severe eye trauma, 24-hour eye care facilities can arrange for immediate surgery. Quick intervention can often restore or preserve sight, whereas delays may lead to permanent damage.

The Long-Term Benefits of Immediate Eye Care

Getting immediate help for an eye emergency doesn’t just provide relief in the moment—it can prevent long-term complications. For example, untreated eye infections can cause scarring, leading to permanent vision impairment. Retinal detachment, if not treated within hours, can result in complete vision loss in the affected eye. Seeking treatment as soon as symptoms appear increases the likelihood of a full recovery.

For patients with chronic conditions like glaucoma or diabetic retinopathy, prompt treatment during an emergency can prevent their condition from worsening, ultimately helping them maintain their vision for longer periods. 24-hour eye care services are particularly critical for managing such conditions, ensuring that patients can access life-saving treatments at any hour.

Preventing Eye Emergencies: Steps to Protect Your Vision

While urgent care services are essential, prevention is always the best approach. To avoid emergencies, here are a few practical tips for maintaining eye health:

Regular Eye Exams: Schedule routine check-ups with an eye doctor to catch any developing conditions early.

Protective Eyewear: Use protective glasses during activities that pose a risk to your eyes, such as sports or working with chemicals.

Manage Chronic Conditions: If you have diabetes or high blood pressure, follow your doctor’s advice to keep these conditions under control and reduce the risk of eye complications.

Avoid Touching Your Eyes: Keep your hands away from your eyes to avoid infections, especially if you wear contact lenses.

Conclusion

24-hour urgent eye care is a critical resource for anyone experiencing an eye emergency. Whether dealing with sudden vision loss, chemical exposure, or other urgent conditions, timely care can save your sight. If you experience any of the symptoms outlined in this article, seek immediate attention from a 24-hour eye care clinic to prevent long-term damage.

[vivekanandha]

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[cherrychilli]

18+ Eddie Munson x f! reader, best friend! Eddie, friends to lovers, mentions of bodily injury, mentions of masturbation (m), oral sex(m)

Summary: Eddie hurts his dick and as his best friend, you decide to help him ease his pain.

WC: 3K

A/N: I am so tickled by the idea of Eddie wrecking his cock and balls on accident so I had to write about it and wedge in some spice as well. Enjoy!

When Eddie had told you he wasn't feeling well enough to hangout tonight he should have realized that someone like you, caring and loyal almost to a fault, would take it upon themselves to help in any way they could, showing up at his trailer a few hours later with dinner and a zipper pouch full of medicine he might need.

"Ding dong, I'm here to take care of you, Munson", you'd gleamed at him playfully.

It was no secret that he didn't take the best care of himself whenever he was under the weather. Eddie was known for skipping his meds and spending most of the day swathed in a cocoon made of blankets, emerging hours later to pad into the kitchenette where he'd nibble at cold, leftover takeout before weakly traipsing back to bed.

So, when you showed up at his front door with your arms wound around a thermos full of homemade chicken soup and a Tupperware container warm with baked salmon, he should have felt happy. He should have felt grateful for the trouble you'd gone through just to make sure that he ate well and was looked after while he was on his own but instead, all he felt was the sharp, piercing sting of guilt.

The thing was, Eddie wasn't really sick.

He wasn't running a fever like he'd claimed over the phone. He'd purposely hidden the real reason why he couldn't come over to your place and watch a movie like the two of you had planned because well, he was embarrassed.

The truth was, Eddie couldn't come hangout because his dick and balls were killing him.

It had happened last night.

He'd been spread out on the couch while Wayne was away, dressed only in a pair of boxers snug around his hips with a movie playing on TV to keep him entertained throughout the night.

As usual, a blunt was held between his plush lips for most of the evening too, a bottle of jack by his feet which he'd pick up and gulp from time to time.

The combination of alcohol and the weed served a particular purpose that night – helping to make the tooth achingly bad acting in Zombie Lake more tolerable, a movie he'd picked solely for the gratuitous nudity.

Forty minutes of naked, unsuspecting women wading in zombie infested waters later and he was more than a little strung out at that point, rendered blissfully languid while he lay slumped against the couch.

Eddie had picked that moment to reach for the whiskey with his bloodshot, half lidded eyes still plastered on the TV screen, missing twice before he managed to pick it up with light fingers.

Bringing the three quarters full bottle up to his lips for another swig, that was when the booze slipped out of his loose grip, too high to react quickly enough and catch it before it was too late.

With his thighs spread far apart, the full weight of the bottle landed directly on his crotch, the pain shooting from between his legs like daggers, enough to make him feel like the air had been kicked right out of his lungs.

The carpet and couch soaked up most of the spilled whiskey, the nearly empty bottle lying on its side on the floor while Eddie couldn't do much but cup both hands over his junk and curl into himself, trying to grunt, groan and hiss through the pain as tears brewed in his eyes.

Now, it's almost been a full 24 hours since the incident happened but his dick's still super sore from the impact. And to make matters worse his balls are blue in more ways than one.

See, Eddie's got the kind of sex drive that had him jacking off at least twice a day to keep himself sane but now thanks to his injury, he's already feeling pent up, unable to tug his swollen cock and give himself that much needed release.

So, though your outfit isn't provocative, it's still you, his best friend whom he's harbored less than platonic feelings for so of course your denim shorts and your tank top are making him want to act up, the swirling desire at the base of his stomach burning even hotter with the way you're taking care of him, showing him a level of concern no one else has before.

It isn't fair, he thinks, having to sit across from you on the couch while he tries to fight off the growing ache in his cock, tries to will his sore member soft for the sake of your friendship as well as curbing his own pain.

You're yet to notice his dilemma though, rummaging through your bag while Eddie tries not to let the scent of your body wash trigger flashes of you sitting in your bath tub with your bare tits above water, all wet and soapy with your nipples all hard and the bubbles trailing between your cleavage and–

"Shit", he hisses when a twinge of pain flares as his dick starts to twitch in his sweats.

"Everything okay, Eds?", you look up from your bag when you hear it but he's quick to wipe the grimace from his face, faking his best smile at you.

"All good. So, what are we doing next?"

He's relieved when he watches your soft smile slowly return to your face, the kind that reaches your eyes and curves your lips in that way that makes him want to reach out and cup your cheek, running his thumb over your soft skin before he tells you how pretty he thinks you are.

"How about casual sex?", you ask, all chipper.

"…what?"

In an instant Eddie's whole body alternates between flashes of frigid cold and scorching hot. Had he heard you right? were you…offering? fuck, his dick is throbbing so bad in his sweats right now.

You dive your hand back into your bag, pulling out a VHS tape and holding it out for Eddie to see.

"Figured a comedy would be for the best", you waved the tape in his gawking face, his stomach somersaulting when he reads the title. Of all the movies you could have picked, you just had to go pick the one called Casual Sex? didn't you?

"Plus, I know how much you like Lea Thompson so I figured this would be a good pick", you smiled sweetly at him, tapping a finger over the actress pictured on the cover.

Another sharp prick of guilt and another dull ache radiates in Eddie's crotch because his mind's being especially cruel to him right now, dredging up unwanted memories of the time he wore out a copy of Howard the Duck by beating his meat to Lea Thompson's scenes all day and night.

"Uh, got anything else?", he croaks, clearing his throat when you narrow your eyes at him a little suspiciously.

After a little back and forth, the two of you end up watching The Thing to Eddie's relief. Nothing there that might trigger a boner except the couple of times you squealed adorably when Kurt Russell popped up on screen, kicking your feet and hugging your knees to your chest, inadvertently making your cleavage more noticeable over the neckline of your tank top.

Eddie's able to ignore it for the most part, that was until you offered to help clean up a little once the movie was over, bending over in your denim shorts to gather the empty soda cans sitting on the table in front of the couch.

Despite the alarm bells echoing in his head, he can't seem to help it, eyes trailing up the back of your smooth, bare thighs, settling on your ass and the way he can just about make out a peek of your cheeks now that your shorts have ridden up high.

Oh shit.

Up until now you'd been pretty pert all night but when you turn around, you're instantly startled by the look on Eddie's face, all twisted up and pinched as he presses a cushion into his lap and begins to wince.

"Eddie, what's wrong?", you set the cans aside, dropping back down on to the couch beside him.

Yet another flash of pain courses through him when he catches sight of the way your breasts bounce in your tank top when you take a seat. Jesus, this wasn't going to be easy, was it?

Eddie tries to mask it but you can read the pain there easily, especially when you're so close to him now, close enough that your shoulder brushes against his bicep.

"Eddie please, you can tell me. What's wrong?"

If there was a way out of this without having to admit the truth, without having to tell you how he'd given a whole new meaning to the term whiskey dick, he couldn't seem to find it, feeling helpless as he crumbles under the weight of your concerned, round-eyed stare.

"I lied, okay? I'm not sick, I just…"

Insides twisting, he has to squeeze his eyes shut the moment he sees the confusion register on your face, the way your eyebrows draw together and your eyes narrow. It's too much for him to handle and it all comes flooding out at once.

"I dropped a bottle of whiskey on my dick last night and now the damn thing's killing me because you look so– uh. Fuck. You look so…like, this and it's just– it's a lot"

Daring to open his eyes again, he finds that your own eyes have gone understandably wide, your lips slightly parted too and he hates himself for thinking how badly he'd like to slip his fingers between them and watch you suck.

"Oh. So like, is it– are you hurt badly?", you break the silence after a few seconds of processing his word vomit, blinking up at Eddie like you're fascinated to learn more about his injured cock.

"I mean, I don't think it's anything I need to go to hospital over but yeah. Hurts a lot", he replies a little sheepishly, a side of Eddie you don't see very often because he's far and away from the shy type that's for sure.

"Like when you get hard?", you tilt your head to the side curiously.

Eddie blinks back at you when you say it, clearly taken aback by how casually you're treating this whole situation after how hard he'd tried to hide it but he manages to answer you with a slow nod.

He shivers next when suddenly you drop your gaze to the cushion he's got pressed over his aching boner. "Hm… it’s probably not going to go away anytime soon either, huh? we should do something about that", you suggest thoughtfully.

In that moment, all he can do is look at you in disbelief, sweat beading at his temple and his fingers trembling on top of the cushion. This couldn't really be happening, could it? His best friend since, forever, offering to get him off?

Eyes drifting up to his once more, you lean a little closer, voice dropping down to a whisper. "I could help you", you offer, tentatively placing your hand on Eddie's knee. "Only if you want me to."

Adams apple bobbing, it hurts Eddie when he swallows, finding his throat's turned dry and tight in the last few seconds.

"Seriously? you'd actually do that? um, are you sure?"

You bite back a laugh because the look on his face is nothing short of adorable, all wide eyed and eager like a puppy awaiting a treat.

"Well, you could sit here with your bruised dick and keep whimpering like a baby or you could let me make you feel better. What's it going to be, Eds?", you quirk up an eyebrow at him at the same time the corner of your mouth picks up into a playful smirk.

"The second one please", he answers quickly, his cheeks flooding with so much color you kind of want to pinch them and tease him about how cute he looks right now.

"Thought so."

Smiling, you pick yourself up off the couch, carefully lowering yourself to kneel between Eddie's legs when you place your hands on his knees and gently encourage him to spread them apart.

He's quick to help you when you reach for the waistband of his sweatpants next, carefully pulling both it and his boxers down to finally free his cock.

For both of you, it's surreal being in this position – Eddie with his cock out, all hard and throbbing for you and you wedged perfectly between his legs like a puzzle piece he'd been searching for all his life.

You have to take a few seconds to admire it; the way the length of him blushes red and curves up towards his belly, the way the many veins wrap around his thickness and the dark, wiry thatch of hair at his base, untrimmed and full. Just how you'd always imagined based on how wild Eddie kept the hair on his head.

Eyes trailing lower, you have to resist the urge to palm his balls to keep from possible hurting him. You want to feel the weight of them in your hand though because you can't help but think they look so full and that makes you feel sorry for Eddie and how he'd had to deal with that discomfort all day.

The thought has you pushing your lips out into a sympathetic little pout, hand reaching out to finally touch him. Gently, you use your fingers to pull back his soft foreskin, leaning forward and parting your lips to delicately kitten lick at his red, leaking tip, keeping your eyes fixed on his face for any signs of discomfort.

You're pleased to find none, chest blooming with pride as you watch complete bliss wash over Eddie's face, swirling your tongue gently and collecting beads of precum when you hear him sigh and moan with relief.

"Oh my god, that's – that's really fucking good. Please keep going", he whines unabashedly because that persistent ache that's been troubling him since last night is being soothed so fucking well by your eager tongue. At this point he doesn't even care what kind of sounds you might pull out of him, desperate to feel more of your touch.

"Don't think I'm gonna last long", he gulps when you blink up at him with your pretty lips wrapped around his tip. "Your mouth feels too good."

His words make your confidence rise like steadily billowing smoke. "You don't need to", you tell him truthfully. "I just want to make you feel better", pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his smooth head, loving the way his breath stutters when you do it and the feeling of his sticky precum coating your lips in a shiny film. Like he's marking you..

As you continue, you refrain from using your hands while you pleasure him, keeping them pressed flat against his inner thighs, using only your mouth to kiss and lick up and down his rigid shaft as your nose nudges against it softly, returning to suckle at his tip from time to time.

It's easy to tell how badly Eddie must have needed this because he's unravelling so quickly under your touch as he throws his head back against the couch, his hands balled into fists by his sides while he whimpers about how well you're doing.

He's so pretty like this with his neck bared to you but you miss his gaze, removing your swelling lips from his cock to coax him back. "Don't hold back with me, Teddie. Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you", you coo earnestly.

Lifting his cloudy head to look down at you, it's Eddie's turn to surprise you when he brings one hand up to brush back a few strands of hair that'd gotten stuck to your damp cheek, a brief moment of tenderness that makes the butterflies resting in the depths of your stomach wake and beat their wings.

"Could you go a little lower?", he asks you, chest heaving and lips slightly pink from biting.

"Want me to lick your balls?", you try to clarify.

That makes him chuckle, a sweet, airy sound that makes you feel like there's sunlight spilling through the spaces between your ribs, filling up your whole chest with pleasant warmth.

"When d'you start talking like this, huh? Y' got such a dirty mouth on you, sweetheart", he teases you lightly, pulling his hand back so you can get back to working him.

You simply smile against his shaft in reply, feigning coy and innocence while trailing kisses lower and lower until you reach the seam of his balls. Placing your warm tongue flat against it, you draw it up slowly, wetting his heated skin before pressing more kisses against his sack, giggling when the hair there starts to tickle your lips.

"Think you can handle it if I take you in my throat? I'll go slow, I promise", you speak up from between his legs.

Given how often he's pumped his cock to the very thought of you throating him, Eddie nearly trips over himself trying to find the words to answer.

"Holy shit, yes please", he manages to let out with a strained groan.

That's all you needed to hear before you're taking him into your mouth again, bobbing up and down a few times slowly, careful not to let your teeth scrape his sensitive skin before you bob deeper and let him reach the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex and making your throat close around him nice and tight.

"Baby– baby, fuck I'm going to cum", he gasps, hips jerking, eyes squeezing shut.

And that's all the warning he can manage to give you before he's spilling down your throat, thick, creamy ropes of it which you swallow down eagerly and as best as you can.

Most of it slides down the warm, wet contracting walls of your throat but you realize just how pent-up Eddie must have been when your cheeks puff out a little with a generous amount of his cum that you couldn't manage to gulp down fast enough, pulling off of Eddie's softening cock with a mouthful of spend sitting warm on your tongue, coating the insides of your cheeks.

Sitting there on your knees while Eddie pants and recuperates, a deeply curious part of you has you swishing his cum in your mouth, savoring the distinct, tangy taste of him before you part your lips and let him look inside.

Exhausted but entirely amazed, he gawks at you and the viscous mess of spit and semen in your mouth, tempted to stick his own tongue in there and taste himself on you before you press your swollen lips back together and promptly swallow, a beaming smile breaking out on your face.

"See? told you I'd take care of you."

[nileshcarrerhospital3]

The word “sexually transmitted” is preventing people from taking the vaccine. 

In India Cervical Cancer is the 3rd most common cancer affecting both males and females. Around 53 million Indian women aged 13 years and above are at risk of developing cervical cancer yet the percentage of vaccination per year is not increasing. 

Cervical Cancer is caused by the HPV virus, the human papillomavirus. This virus is only transmitted sexually. In a country like India where sex is taboo, it’s difficult for parents to accept that their children could be sexually active before marriage. This is one of the main reasons that the vast population below the age of 26 is unvaccinated. The HPV vaccine is most effective when administered between the age of 9 and 15. 

There is a lot of misunderstanding regarding the virus and the vaccination. Many believe that their children would become more curious about sex or indulge in sexual activity after being vaccinated which is absolutely false. Some are of the opinion that if a person is monogamous (has only one sexual partner) they will not contact the virus which is again not true. The virus can infect anyone. 

The vaccination is not recommended after the age of 40 since research indicates that most people have already been exposed to the HPV virus at least once in their life span and have developed antibodies.

Contacting the virus does not always lead to cancer. Usually, the human immune system fights back and with the help of medication the virus dies out. It is when the virus does not leave the body or even after symptoms subside a small amount of virus still lingers on in the body this causes the cells that line the cervix mouth and throat, anus, penis, vulva, or vagina to grow abnormally, these are called pre-cancerous cells. If these cells are not killed, they will continue to become cancer. 

The HPV virus infects both boys and girls, men and women therefore it is equally important to vaccinate both girls are boys.

A large part of Indian society is unaware of this virus and the need to vaccinate against it. In fact cervical cancer can be largely prevented and the number of deaths can be decreased drastically with the help of the vaccine.

Today India has 3 vaccines - Cervarix, Gardasil and the latest Gardasil 9. Serum institute of India is already making its own vaccine Cervavac which has got approval from the government and will be commercially available by the year-end. Cervavac will be priced at a much lower rate and the medical fraternity is hopeful that this will lead to a decrease in cancer caused by the HPV virus. 

The need of the hour is more awareness and acceptance that physical intimacy is part of human existence. By ignoring or choosing to disregard this fact we are only putting our younger generation at risk of developing cancer. 

2 doses spaced out with a gap of 6 months between the age of 9 to 14 years and 3 doses spaced out between the age of  15 to 26 years can save individuals from cancer. 

Schools, colleges, and community centers need to accept this as their duty to spread awareness and organize vaccination camps. With more doctors recommending and informing patients about the effects of the HPV virus, the country hopes to see a fall in the number of cases. 

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[xx-thedarklord-xx]

My jaw has been bothering me for over a month. Can’t yawn or breathe deeply without pain. Sometimes I can’t eat in the mornings until the Tylenol has kicked in. I’ve been to 3 different dentists, including a fancy specialist that of course wasn’t covered by my insurance. I went to my primary when my ear stared hurting too, went to an ears nose and throat doctor that just hadddd to be a referral and took weeks to get just for that to be a dead end. The pain increased to the point that I wanted to stab my ear to make it quit. I was at my lowest point and decided fuck it, let’s go to an urgent care because god knows I’ve done everything else outside of going to an emergency room. I was told they only had PAs available due to short staffing which had me a little worried, not going to lie.

The very sweet lady that couldn’t have been more than 25 and was severely overworked said with very wide eyes, “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I believe it’s a swollen sinus.”

As someone that has no allergies, not even seasonal ones, and doesn’t even have a stuffy nose, I was pretty skeptical. She said the swollen sinus is putting pressure on my jaw which is in turn putting pressure on my ear and they are all linked.

However, she prescribed me medicine, something none of the other doctors did. And wouldn’t you know it, my jaw is no longer hurting and my ear pain is barely noticeable and it’s only been 24 hours.

The 3 hour urgent care visit was worth it.

[lightseoul]

im surprised no one asked for this yet but please do no. 17 for the 2k milestone 💌 your works are amazing!!!! 🥰🫂

hello, elle! this ask gets a fast pass because SAME i was just waiting for someone to request this number, so thank you!!! and i just want to quickly thank you as well for all the love you've shown my works, i see and appreciate you sm <3

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

17. "DID YOU BUY ME FLOWERS?" (1.3k)

ping.

you startle ever so minutely at the chime that just reverberated across your car, briefly interrupting that one song that’s been on repeat for the last few days. as your speakers resume playing the familiar melody, you glance at the phone held in place by your handy mount, and you can’t help the smile that creeps up your face when you see the notification.

(6:54 PM) katsuki🧡 : Will be down in a sec.

you kissed him goodbye and called out a ‘take care’ just this morning before he left for work, but it feels like it’s been more than 24 hours since you last saw each other.

maybe you can chalk it up to your own workday being brutal and full of mishaps, but you’re lucky enough to have been able to leave on the dot instead of working overtime like the man who just texted you.

you were set to go on a dinner date, what with today being a friday and there being a new sought-after ramen shop that just opened earlier this week downtown. the plan was to meet back at your shared apartment so that he could drive you both to the restaurant, but a message from him at 4 in the afternoon saying he had to patrol overtime required you to do a little bit of adjusting.

which explains why you’re now parked right in front of the ground riot agency, essentially picking up your boyfriend.

tapping your fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, you peer through the window to your right, eyeing the entrance to the building. true to his word, #4 pro-hero dynamight emerges from the glass doors, now wrapped in casual clothes instead of the hero gear he left home in this morning.

you barely make out him scanning the parking lot with that signature scowl on his face, but the angry expression instantly morphs into a look of recognition when he spots your car.

the man starts jogging toward you, and as he gets closer and closer to where you’re stationed, that’s when you notice he’s carrying what suspiciously looks like a bouquet of flowers.

but you don’t even get to react because, in a matter of seconds, he’s already opening the door to the passenger’s seat.

as he slides into the spot beside you, you’re instantly hit with the comforting smell of burnt caramel and that signature perfume of his that never fails to make you just a tad bit light-headed and, quite frankly, dumb.

“hey, babe,” bakugou greets you, before leaning over the console and placing a firm hand on the crook of your neck, bringing you in for a kiss.

despite yourself and the sheer number of times you’ve done this, you still flush when you feel his tongue brush over your lower lip just ever so slightly, which you’ve long identified as his way of asking for permission.

you’ve never been the type to deny him, and so you relent.

you barely stop yourself from groaning when the wet muscle enters your mouth, and for a moment you just sit there—brain empty—as he kisses you fervently, his grip on you unrelenting as ever.

bakugou katsuki doesn’t half-ass things, and that includes kissing you.

eventually, when you think he’s satisfied enough and aptly satiated, he pulls away, and it takes you a moment to ground yourself back to reality. he must’ve noticed, because the cocky son of a bitch only smirks to himself before moving again.

dazed, you watch your boyfriend as he stirs in his seat and grabs the bouquet you completely forgot about from under his feet, thrusting it toward you.

“here.”

your eyes dart back and forth between the bunch of pink tulips and the man, “are you being serious, right now?”

his eyebrows instantly furrow. “what? ‘course i am. picked them up during patrol. knew you’d like ‘em.”

at his mention of the item, your gaze drifts to the thing that’s been sitting in wait in your backseat.

bakugou studies you for a beat, probably wondering what the fuck is going on, before following your line of vision.

you brace yourself for his confusion or maybe even stunned silence in reaction to it.

but neither of those comes.

what does come, is something close to indignation.

“…who the fuck gave you that?”

you feel your face contort in confusion. “what?”

at that, bakugou turns even more toward the backseat, staring down the poor bouquet of orange lilies that absolutely hasn’t done anything wrong to be met with such disdain.

“which dipshit gave you those, hah?” he spews, evidently miffed. “was it that stupid coworker of yours who’s calling himself your fucking work husband?”

“what? no!” you exclaim, because why the hell would he think you’d even accept in the first place?

even with your denial, though, bakugou isn’t looking too pleased, now closely resembling a petulant child.

a cute, jealous, petulant child—

—holding a collection of tulips.

you try to tamp down the grin that’s fighting to take over your features, knowing better than to make him feel embarrassed for getting riled up over the idea of other guys being around you. reaching to the backseat, you take the assortment and quickly fix the areas that inadvertently got folded during the drive over, ultimately handing it to the man.

only the said man looks at you like you just grew horns.

it takes him a second to reply, voice gruff and low when he asks, disbelieving: “did you buy me flowers?”

you really don’t know how else to respond, so you nod. “got them on the way here. they were on display and they reminded me of you.”

at that, bakugou doesn’t say anything, eyes unwaveringly fixed on the bursts of orange.

but he doesn’t move to take them off your hands or something.

you feel your smile faltering just a little. “you don’t like them?”

he looks up at you, like your voice just brought him back from where he was deep in thought. “yeah—no, they’re nice.”

before you get to dwell on what nice means and if he really meant that or was just being courteous, bakugou wordlessly coaxes the flowers from your grip and sets them alongside the ones he got you.

once they’re secure in the tiny space beside him, he then leans over the console again, before planting a lingering kiss on your lips.

one that tells you all the things he can’t bring himself to say—at least at this exact moment.

one that’s definitely saying thank you and i love you.

and maybe, if you read into it close enough, an i love it—give me more in the future.

you eagerly return it before he can pull away.

you don’t think bakugou noticed, but on the silent drive to the restaurant (after you spent ten more minutes in the lot making out), you stole a glance just in time to catch him sniffing the flowers (the ones you got him) and seemingly fighting the upturn of the corners of his lips.

he also brought the bouquets with him to the restaurant, which he absolutely didn’t have to. when you playfully called him out on it, he told you off by saying you can’t just leave flowers in a car for various reasons. you listened to him as he went on and on about why that’s so, but the redness of his ears sort of gave him away.

and when you got home, the first thing he did when he thought you weren’t looking was grab two vases and get to work arranging the tulips and lilies together, placing them side by side at the center of your dining table.

it wouldn’t be until two weeks later, however, that you accidentally bump into his bedside table, causing the book he’s about halfway done reading to fall on the floor.

and when you stoop down to pick it up, you see that he’s on page 280, to be exact.

and marking that halfway point is a dried lily.

[zegrasdrysdale]

Jamie or Nico where the reader is sick has the stomach bug or somthing and being really sweet and either Jamie or nico is takeing care of the reader

[ i’ve got you ] n. hischier

paring : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : Nico takes care of his girlfriend while she’s down and basically out with the stomach flu

warning(s) : the stomach flu, throwing up, being sick in general

author’s note : this request coming in while i was sick and throwing up myself was very funny

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The bathroom floor has become her friend over the past 24 hours or so. She’s spent more time in the bathroom than she has in her bedroom. The doctor at the urgent care told her to get as much rest as she could before she goes back to work, but the social media interns have been slacking since the stomach flu took her out two days ago. She hasn’t exactly been listening to the advice she’s been given and has been working from home.

This morning is no different than the last few days. Her back is against the wall right next to the toilet. Her eyes are closed but she’s not asleep. She’s probably going off of ten hours of sleep total in the last 72 hours because of the amount of time she’s spent in the bathroom.

The door opens and a pajama clad Nico walks into the room. Her eyes open and she looks up at her boyfriend of two years. Nico takes two large steps toward her and crouches beside her. He rests a hand on her forehead.

“Temperature hasn’t changed,” she croaks. “I checked it when I woke up. Still over 101 but less than 102. It’s like 101.6 or something. I can’t remember right now. I think I’m throwing up my stomach at this point because I’m pretty sure there’s nothing left in there to actually throw up.”

Nico frowns and sits crisscrossed in front of her. “I think you should go to the emergency room, liebling,” he tells her. “Your fever hasn’t broken and you’re still throwing up even though there isn’t anything to throw up. I know you are still working too so maybe not being home would be a good thing.”

Her stomach knots up and she reaches for the toilet. Nico grabs her hair and holds it up for her as she throws up for what’s probably the twentieth time in three days. Her throat is so sore from the bile she’s puked up.

Tears prick her eyes when she flushes the toilet and sits back. “I hate being sick,” she cries to Nico. “I hate that I practically live on the bathroom floor.”

Nico brushes her tears away. “I know,” he replies. Nico pauses for a second. “I’m going to tell Keefe and Fitzy that I’m going to stay home for the roadie so you aren’t alone, okay? I’ll do interviews or whatever here if they want me to. I’ll work from home like you even though you shouldn’t be working at all.”

“Interns don’t know what they’re doing,” she mumbles.

“This is when you let them figure it out,” Nico laughs as he brushes her sweaty locks out of her face. “Let your department head take over until you get back. Working isn’t helping you get better, liebling. It’s keeping you from getting better. Stressing about work isn’t good for you when you’re sick.”

The worst part is that she knows he’s right. Working isn’t helping her get any better. Stressing about what the interns are doing isn’t helping anything.

She sighs and looks up at him. “I’ll call my boss and tell her that I can’t work until I get back in the office,” she tells Nico. “I guess I’ll let the interns destroy the social media.”

“Leave it alone,” Nico tells her with a smile. “Your boss is capable enough to cover it. They won’t destroy the social media. I’ll call your boss for you while you soak in a warm bath. No more worrying about work. You’re not working from home anymore. That’s me if they need me to do an interview or two while they go on the road.”

After she nods, Nico starts a warm bath for her in the tub while she slowly strips out of the disgusting clothes she’s been living in since the first day she got sick.

Nico helps her into the warm water, which feels good on her aching body. He leaves the room for a couple of moments. She sinks down until her chin is submerged. Her eyes close as she finally doesn’t feel like she has to throw up for the first time in three days.

She doesn’t realize that Nico came back until he sits her up and sinks down in the water behind her. “You’re going to get sick,” she mumbles. “If I was going to get sick then I would’ve gotten sick already. Let me take care of you, liebling. I’ve got you.”

He grabs a cup from the ground beside the tub that he must’ve brought in with him and leans her head back to wet her hair. She hums at how good it feels to have warm water on her scalp.

Nico washes and conditions her hair, with her instruction because she wants to at least make sure her hair is done right. He helps her clean her body. He’s very gentle with her since her entire body is aching with fever.

“Do you think you can eat something?” Nico asks. “I can make you toast or you can snack on some crackers.”

She shakes her head and leans back against Nico’s chest as she shuts her eyes. “Wanna sleep,” she mumbles. “So sleepy.”

Her body relaxes and she feels herself enter a daze. Until Nico gently shakes her awake. “Can’t sleep in the tub,” he tells her. “Let’s get you dressed and into bed. Maybe I’ll have something ready for you to eat when you wake.”

With a tired groan, she allows Nico to help her out of the tub and wrapped up in a towel. He helps her into their shared bedroom where he grabs one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants for her to dress into.

As soon as her body hits the mattress and her head hits the pillows, she begins to drift off to sleep. Nico presses a kiss to her temple and mumbles, “Sleep well. We’ll try food when you wake up. I love you.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

When she wakes, it feels like she’s blinked. She feels only slightly better when her nap is over, but she looks over at her bedside table and finds a piece of unbuttered toast. It looks like it was recently put there. Something small to get in her stomach since she’s thrown up everything else she’s tried to eat.

There’s a voice coming from the other room so she goes to investigate when she’s done eating. She throws on one of the hoodies she borrowed from Nico and heads out into the living room of their apartment.

Nico looks back at her as he’s saying, “… a couple of days away from the team. I’m not hurt but my girlfriend is very sick and shouldn’t be left alone.” He pauses. “Yes, just put me on leave for personal reasons. Say I have to deal with a family emergency for a couple of days.” He pauses again and turns his back to her. “Yeah, I’ll be available for an interview or two once this is announced. I know a lot of people will have questions and I’m not afraid to answer any of them.” He pauses one last time. “Thank you. Let me know if I need to do any interviews or if I need to send out a statement.”

Then he hangs up the phone and turns back to her. “You got your leave?” she questions.

He nods. “Yeah,” he sighs. “They understood that I need to step away. I don’t want to be in California while you’re here sick. I want to make sure I’m here if something happens and you need to go to the hospital. It’s one thing if I’m playing in a homestand, it’s another if I go on a California roadie for a week.”

She frowns and is so exhausted and overwhelmed that tears form in her eyes. They roll down her cheeks and she does her best to wipe them away before Nico sees them, but it’s too late.

Nico walks up to her and wraps his arms around her. “I don’t deserve you,” she sobs. “I’ve been such a bad girlfriend recently and stressing you out because I’ve been stressing myself out. I haven’t been listening to anything that anyone is saying to me because I thought working was more important than resting and getting better.”

“This is why I’m here,” Nico tells her. “To help you out in moments like this. Remind you to take a break. Relieve some of that stress by telling your boss to take over your work until you get back and help you into the tub so you can soak.”

The tears don’t stop at Nico’s words. They only get worse and her sobs get louder because she’s so tired and overwhelmed.

Yet, he holds her the entire time she cries in the living room.

This is the reason she loves Nico. It’s never been a choice between her and hockey for him. He’s picked her over his career numerous times over the past two years or so. Even at her worst moments, like right now. He’s always stepped away from hockey to take care of her.

It’s what makes him a great captain too. He’s always putting his teammates above himself, no matter what team he’s on or what country he’s playing in. Their needs, their injuries, their illnesses. It’s no surprise to her that those qualities come into play in their relationship.

She finally stops crying after five minutes, and Nico never lets her go. She looks up at him and he dries her cheeks with his thumbs.

“I love you,” she tells him. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Nico kisses her forehead. “You seem a little cooler,” he says. “Are you feeling better?”

“I don’t feel like I have to throw up the toast yet,” she sighs. “Key word being ‘yet’ in that sentence.”

He laughs and suggests, “How about a movie and you can sleep if you want? Does that sound good?” She nods.

The pair go back into their bedroom. She curls up at Nico’s side as he finds something to watch on Netflix. She never finds out what he put on because she was back asleep before he picked something.

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Man whore! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of sexual themes, sexual thoughts, irresponsible parenting.

Summary: Gojo never cares about any of his hookups, it was only a matter of time until he made a mistake.

W/C: 1.4k+

A loud ringing pierces through a pair of ears that triggers a grunt to elicit from parted lips that’s quickly followed by more groans of annoyance, a hand reaching for the nightstand next to the bed to search for the ringing phone only to knock it over. Gojo throws his bed sheets off of him with a louder grunt and swipes his phone off of the floor to set his eyes on the brightness of the screen that cuts through the darkness of the room with an even louder groan falling from his mouth with an eye roll.

It was the fourth time you were calling him, in just one day, and in the dead of night. A string of curses leaves him as he’s quick to decline your call again, this time having had enough and immediately going to the settings of your number to block it. He lets out a raspy sigh and drops his phone back down before tossing over on his bed to lay on his back, desperately trying to catch whatever sliver of sleepiness was left in him.

It’d been two weeks of your incessant calls, two weeks of nonstop work, back and forth, work, calls, work, more calls, he’d been so busy he’d been forgetting to block your number, and now that he was finally going to be able to sleep in, wake up when he wanted to, you called. He could’ve silenced his phone, but what if there was an emergency? He could only do so much when it came to disconnecting from his work, in his type of work line, one could never fully disconnect.

He admits you were a good fuck, though he thinks that’d be putting it mildly, and he hadn’t had a virgin in a while, and you took longer than he initially thought in calling him at all, but ever since the first call, it’s just been nonstop. First, two weeks of nothing, and then two weeks of calls, one after the other, the first of which he was going to answer, maybe… but he was just so busy with work, and when you kept calling him, he thought that maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to go back with you.

If you were losing it after just one time with him, he didn’t even want to think of twice. “Damn.” He curses under his breath. “I forgot virgins could be so clingy.” He mutters, managing to blink some drowsiness back into his head, taking in a few slow breaths as he feels his body grow heavier, making him feel as though he sinks deeper into the mattress until he manages to fall back asleep again.

One Year Later.

A beep is heard at the doors of the grocery store opening with Gojo walking in and moving past the produce section onto the aisles at the back. He doesn’t usually come in this store, but this was the only store still open this late at night given that it’s a 24-hour store and that he had only barely finished with his latest task given to him by the higher-ups, one that he would’ve finished sooner if he hadn’t been pushing it off for so long.

He walks by the aisles and checks each one in search for the snacks aisles, just wanting to eat something quick before he gets back to his place and passes out on his bed. Walking by the aisles, he sees a few people lingering by, some seeming to be grabbing their entire weeks-worth of grocery shopping at almost midnight but other than that, none of them really seeming to catch his attention, none but one in particular.

Just as he’s passing by the cereal aisle, he nearly passes onto the next one before stopping and backtracking to said aisle. He raises one of his hands to dip a finger behind his blindfold and pull it down slightly to peek at the only person standing in the cereal aisle with his own eyes. He sets his eyes on a woman from a side angle and rakes his eyes from the pair of legs leading up to the swell of the ass, and slowly trailing higher up to you.

His eyes widen at the sight of your familiar face and briefly widen even more, taking in how much you’ve changed. Your breasts… are visibly bigger, they even seem somewhat swollen, he knows you were young when he bedded you, but could they have really grown that much in a year? He didn’t think it was possible but how he ached to bury his face in the pair of tits, hold them in his hands to press them tight as he fucks them…

The ¾ profile from behind you provided him with perfect view of the swell of your tits and hips, which seemed fuller as well. Your hips must’ve grown in the past year, and were just begging him to grip at them hard enough to bruise while he held you still to fuck into your sopping cunt. And your ass… the added fat on your ass would bounce on his hips when he decides he wants to pull at your waist for you to meet his thrusts from behind.

Your legs had gotten thicker as well, it made him wonder how it’d feel now to have them wrapped around his head, waist, pulling him in deeper with your soft legs wrapped around his him, would you press them against his behind to keep him from pulling out? The same way everything seemed to have grown to a pleasant size, your stomach looked like it had a few more pounds than last time too, it made the challenge of reaching deep enough into you until the print of his cock was prominent sound all the more entertaining.

He wonders if you’ll let him pound you until he’s ever so slightly stretching the skin of your stomach to slightly poke his dick through after having ignored you for a whole year. It shouldn’t be too hard to get you to spread your pretty legs for him again, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time he managed to get back in the pants of someone he had already ghosted, and he’s sure you’ll be begging him to rearrange the insides of your plush tummy.

A small cry interrupts his fantasies much to his annoyance to which he rolls his eyes only to stop mid eye roll, seeing you instantly set the cereal in your hand back down and bring out from your other side a newborn baby. The baby lets out a louder cry as you quickly embrace him with both arms to hold him against your chest and press a kiss on top of his head. As soon as the kiss is placed on his head, the crying starts to fade into small grunts and moans while Gojo’s head is overwhelmed with questions.

A baby? Why did you have a baby? What were you doing out so late at night? And with a baby? Did you not know how dangerous it could be at night? And the baby, is it… his? He doesn’t really have much to go by, the baby barely even has any hair yet except for a light peach fuzz that hardly shows any color. “Mm.” The baby wiggles in your arms before sniffling against your shoulder and finally opens his eyes.

Gojo’s body stiffens and he freezes in place, his eyes widening and staring into the pair identical to his. The baby stares back at him with his own bright blue eyes, slightly glossy from the crying and after staring for a few seconds, he lets out another cry and turns away. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” You smile at the newborn and gently rock him in your arms, your words drawing his attention back up to you and finally noticing your actual appearance.

There’s deep dark rings under your eyes that make him wonder when was the last time you’ve slept, if maybe that’s why you’re at the store at midnight, because time’s so short. The thought of how back when he first met you, you were just barely starting your first year of college makes his heart clench, were you even able to get through it? Did he really just… ruin your life? Did he keep you from furthering your studies? Do you even have a job? … Anybody to help you?

If you did, you wouldn’t be out all alone.

He watches as you bring the baby up in your arms and press a kiss on his cheek to which he lets out a small giggle, and despite how sleep deprived you look, you still smile at the little being in your hands, and Gojo decides he won’t leave you alone again.

[anthonys237thfreckle]

‘Promise’ - Javier ‘Javi’ x Kate Carter & F! reader (angst!)

someone asked for a part two and I realized how good of an idea that was lmao. I need indirect ways to incorporate my past experiences into my fics anyway.

part one

prompt: you made a promise to distance yourself from Javi and Kate

TW: mentions of smoking, some detailed mention of self harm, suicidal thoughts, mentions of nausea, disordered eating, breakdowns, smoking, angst :(

Do NOT proceed if the triggers mentioned above upset you greatly. You have been warned.

I made a promise

To distance myself

Once Tyler dropped you off to the train station, you smiled and waved until you couldn’t see his truck anymore. You wanted to hang onto any last string of familiarity for as long as you could.

Especially since your life would change completely - for better or worse.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to calm down your trembling body.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

5 things you see - the train station, the crumbling yellow bricks, the jolly red-white-blue american flag, your luggage, and the people. Lots of people.

4 things you hear - the people, obviously, the cicadas crying, the heavy bell ringing inside, the honking of cars for you to get out of their way.

3 things you smell - the heat - somehow, the smell of smoke from cars, and the thick air.

2 things you feel - terrified. hurt.

1 thing you taste - bitterness.

Shaking your head, you take another deep breath. Eyes dead set on the mission in front of you, you marched into the train station, bought a ticket to Oklahoma City, and settled down inside.

But now was the hardest part; waiting. What made it harder was you didn’t want to think about anything that happened yesterday. So, putting your headphones on, you made a playlist with none of the songs that reminded you of Javi or any of the ones he recommended to you. Essentially, you just listened to 3 songs in total, over and over again, but the knowledge you knew what was coming next was comforting, something you couldn’t apply to your current situation.

Took a flight, through aurora skies

Honestly, I didn't think about

How we didn't say goodbye

Just see you very soon

You woke up when the train jolted to a stop - you had fallen asleep, waking up to hear the opening notes of some song you were listening to earlier. Looking out the window, you reached Oklahoma City. With a sigh of relief and trepidation, you got your bags and headed out of the station, hailed a taxi to the airport. Booking a last minute flight back home to LA, you made your way to the gate. Setting your bag down, you sat in a char near the huge windows. Deciding it wasn’t close enough, you sat on the little raised platform attached to the window and leaned your head against it like you saw so many children do.

The boarding call was announced, and everyone sat up groggily. It all went by pretty quickly. Standing in line, getting your boarding pass stamped and your passport checked, finding you seat, putting your bag away and sitting down. Taxi and take off was a blur; luckily you got a window seat, and stared out at the pink clouds, tinted by the setting sun, a peach tone.

Peachy, just like your favourite pie.

You groaned, covering your eyes and rubbing them as your mind started to think about Oklahoma. About Javi, and the last time he saw you. And the last thing he said to you. It wasn’t even a proper goodbye, but you couldn’t blame him because he didn’t know it was goodbye.

And honestly, neither did you.

But you made yourself a promise - to distance yourself.

Those last words of his echoed in your mind.

“I- Okay, alright. Take care, (Y/N)”

It hurts to be something

It's worse to be nothing with you

You half expected a text from Javi - it had been around 24 hours since you last saw him. Since you told him you had a ‘family emergency’ to take care of. Who wouldn’t expect a little ‘you doing okay?’ or ‘safe travels’ when someone saw you break down in the middle of a field, distressed as hell? Sure, you and Javi weren’t dating, sure you both drifted apart ever since Kate got closer with him instead, but were you two not even friends anymore?

Did you mean nothing to him?

This wasn’t the first time he ghosted you - after the EF5 tornado, he didn’t say a word to you. But it was understandable why - everyone was hurting, and maybe he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. In Oklahoma, the only times he’d talk to you is when you started a conversation, otherwise you could sit silently and he’d happily talk with Kate, leaving you be. It was never him starting anything.

And Kate. Did she figure out you liked Javi? Is that why she didn’t text you? Did she feel guilty? Part of you wanted her to feel guilty, but the other part of you didn’t want to be pitied. Part of you wanted to go back, but this - this was best for you right now. Nobody could tell you otherwise.

Instead, you got a text from Tyler.

‘hey there cowgirl - how you getting along?’

You chuckled - ‘cowgirl’ was probably the worst way to describe yourself. Instead, you typed down a response, your heart a little less heavy.

‘hey, Tyler. thanks for asking. means a lot’

He was typing, the three dots appearing on screen

‘of course. lemme know if you need anything at all okay? stay safe out there’

You sent him an affirmative text, thankful to actually have a friend who cared enough to check in on you, helping you out without questioning anything, having only known you for a week.

So I didn't call you

For sixteen long days

You found comfort in some form of familiarity in your life; back home in LA, everything looked duller, more still. Like the whole world knew about your heartbreak and was mourning, or mocking you. You tried to plunge into work, distracting yourself but sometimes, you’d just stare at your work, screen or paper, and just zone out. Your was brain still trying to process everything, and you were losing a lot over it - sleep, peace, overall joy, your will to wake up, and more.

It felt like after the EF5 tornado but worse because you knew somewhere in Oklahoma, Kate was with Javi, both of them happier than ever. It felt worse because you could never have him anymore. He was gone. And someone got to see him every day, sometimes wake up next to him, sometimes stay up all night with him. You felt like you were gonna be sick.

For a fortnight, all you could eat was cheese, bread, and grapes. It was the only thing you could keep down.

It was so hard not to text Javi. After you had just left, it’s like you were isolated for 5 years, given a taste of him, then forcing yourself to stay away. It was something you chose to do, not something you were forced to live with.

But you won’t call him. No matter how long the days felt they were dragging by.

And I should get a cigarette

For so much restraint

Walking by a drugstore to entertain yourself, you entered the establishment with an electronic ding notifying your presence. Strolling through the ailes, you picked up Sourhead Extremes (so in case you wanted to call Javi, you’d have to go through a gustatory agony first) and some nail polish, just to look pretty. Walking to the cashier, you mindlessly threw in a pack of cigarettes onto the counter, before putting them back in a jerky motion.

“What the hell…” you murmured to yourself, ashamed of what you were about to do. Buy cigarettes - to smoke.

Walking out of the store briskly, you speed-walked home; chiding yourself for almost ‘rewarding’ your no contact mission by smoking, you realized how truly pathetic you were.

“God, what is wrong with me…” you muttered, keeping your head down, watching the wet streets reflect the light of the sun and your dark sorrow.

No matter how long I resist temptation

I will always lose,

Eventually you did buy the cigarettes. You went home, lounging in your bed, a pretty china plate acting like an ashtray for you. Legs up in the air, swinging occasionally, eyes half lidded from the light high, you felt the chalky smoke fill your lungs, watching it come out in little clouds of grey air.

You felt in control for the first time since leaving Oklahoma - the cigarette sitting pretty between your red tinted fingers and lips. You smiled softly, satisfied by finally scoring a small win. You didn’t tell Tyler that you smoked. He’d say it’s a horrible habit you should give up.

Obviously it was more of a lose - giving into an impulse, and now you were at risk of falling deeper into addiction. You weren’t in control, you never really were.

But why would you make yourself feel worse when you were on the literal brink of crumbling?

Although, you didn’t get addicted. After the high wore off, you felt disgusted, throwing out the pack of almost full cigarettes. You wouldn’t tell Tyler, of course.

It hurts to be something

It’s worse to be nothing with you

Two weeks went by, and though you pretended everything was okay, it really wasn’t. You didn’t know if you missed Javi or not, but you really didn’t want to.

You don’t know if you want to see the face you loved so much, the face that lights up when he sees Kate, the face that Kate holds, kisses, caresses.. the face that she admires alongside you.

You wanted to get over him, you really did, but you cared so much about him. You didn’t want to stop caring about him, when loving him felt so… lovely.

But it hurt so much.

You barely got any sleep this past fortnight. Having a reverie about the man who daydreamed about another woman. The things you wished he did to you, he did to Kate. He was hers. So assured, so confident. No doubt in that.

For a fortnight, there you were, stripped of any text backs from him.

You were starting to think you just wanted his attention, which you dont know if you wanted anymore, knowing his attention belonged to Kate. Why would you care so much about him texting you?

But then again, weren’t you two friends?

I’ve done the math

There’s no solution

We’ll never last

Why can’t I let go of this?

Right now, you, broken, needed comfort. May it be fake hope again. Nobody was there to stop you anyway, so in your free time, you started to think of the ways Kate and Javi would have problems with each other.

‘She’s too arrogant sometimes, and he’s really down to earth’

‘She can’t communicate her feelings!’

‘Kate’s one to settle, Javi isn’t’

Of course, you knew it was wrong. Of course it was a bitchy thing to think. But who were you to care right now?

You were hurt, and you needed to feel better to even try and start to get a grip on reality. you didn’t want to rip of the band aid yet.

Not yet.

Even worse, your mind started thinking of ways you and Javi could get together; Kate could leave him in the dark again, she could get into a fight with him…

But nothing made sense - she wouldn’t leave when she looked at him that way… and any fights would be cleared quickly with Javi’s forgiving nature.

He would do anything for her.

All in all, you realized how shitty you were being, and texted Tyler, saying you couldn’t hide from Javi - couldn’t hide from the pain that haunted you. The bright lights of LA looked dull. The sun felt like a false light.

Your world was falling apart, how could the sun be shining when your world was falling apart?

‘Just walk around. Wear something that makes you feel good. Grab some good lunch downtown. Spoil yourself. Act like a damn tourist, I don’t care. Just do anything that reminds you that there’s more to life than Javi’ he wrote.

So I broke my promise

I called you last night

I shouldn’t have, I wouldn’t have

If it weren’t for the sight of a boy who

Looked just like you standing out on Melrose Avenue…

It hurts to be something

It’s worse to be nothing, with you.

Three days later, you sat on the roof of a building. The sun was setting, you looked at the streets below. People were walking - their dogs, their toddlers, and whatnot.

You were so disappointed with yourself. Closing your eyes, you thought back to everything that happened yesterday.

Following Tyler’s advice, you woke up ready to face the day.

Waking up bright and early, you went for a run, saw some pretty things on the way. You found it insane how easy it was to overlook the small things in life.

Coming home, you made breakfast; oatmeal with bananas, almond butter and chocolate chips. You savoured every bite with a smile.

You hopped into the shower, using your favourite body wash. Putting on an outfit, doing your hair and makeup, slipping on your shoes, you left the house, ready to explore the city…

All was going well until sunset.

—

You were walking along the streets of LA, acting like you’d never seen anything like it before. A coffee in hand, you walked confidently down the path, turning a corner to browse a bookstore on Melrose Avenue, when someone caught your eye.

A boy, waiting for the light signal to turn green, who looked exactly like Javi.

You froze.

Suddenly, you didn’t want coffee any more. You didn’t want anything right now but to go home.

—

You rushed home, trying so hard to control your breathing, then stumbling desperately to your room. As soon as your face crashed against the pillows, the soft, gentle fabric a perfect medium to absorb the tears now flowing down your face. You sobbed, curled into a still-bedazzled ball on your bed, hugging yourself, contracting into a fibonacci.

Reaching for your purse, you pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. Through the wet and blurry lens of your tears, you scrolled into the alphabet until you reached the ‘J’ section. The first name was Javi.

Pressing on his name, then the ‘call’ button, you held it to your ear, taking shuddering breaths as you tried calming yourself down. The your phone cooed like a pigeon, signalling his phone, somewhere in Oklahoma, was ringing.

You were clean. Clean for a little over 2 weeks. Clean from his voice ringing in your ears, new words exchanged and whatnot.

But as you held your phone in your hand, crying, watching it reach Javi’s phone, waiting for him to answer, it all felt like a relapse.

Like the feeling of the cool blade on your skin, slicing through, leaving an angry red river in its wake.

The sick, high feeling you get from it - the ecstasy, watching you destroy yourself, finding beauty in the rubble.

Some part of you, the logical part of you was screaming to press the red button. To leave Javi alone. It wasn’t fair for you to reach out first, right? Why would you make a fool out of yourself by calling him? You’re not that desperate for him, are you?

But the hurt, emotional, desperate part of you didn’t, daring him to answer. Just to remind him of your existence. Just this once.

Still fighting the internal battle, you delved deeper into why he didn’t call you yet.

Did Kate tell him everything? Did she finally find out? Did she realize at all about how hurt you were?

The anger only just started to hit you, claiming your brain as a new population to be corrupted, a new host for the parasite, a new fruit to rot.

You were mad. You didn’t know at who. But you decided you were mad at Kate. For dating him. You knew it was wrong to be mad, because you had no claim over Javi, but you were too deep into your anger to actually think of a better way to cope. Suddenly, you were so mad at Kate. So, so mad. Part of you wanted to tear your house down, scream like a mad woman, but you didn’t. Your dwindling self control kept you in check.

Then came the sadness. You were so mad at Kate, but she was so happy right now. She didn’t care or know how your felt right now. how hurt you felt right now. She had Javi. Her Javi. And they were both happy - oh so happy, oh so blissfully unaware of how you felt right now.

They were happy - they were perfectly fine without you. Because they didn’t need you as a friend, not like they did in college - maybe they didn’t back then either, because they had each other. That’s all they needed. Each other was all they needed.

You were so deep into the crevices of your mind, drowning in both pain and relief, you almost didn’t hear your name drenched in Javi’s voice coming from the speaker.

‘[name]?’

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[miniwheat77]

Because. (Ghost x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, ghost being guarded, reader is injured, blood, violence, gore, (sorry if I missed any.)

This was a request, not edited just yet. Hope you like!

The day you met Ghost is when the flirting started. Anytime you were around him you were flirty and sometimes it drove him crazy. He always rolled his eyes and paid no mind to you. He was well guarded and wouldn’t crumble that easy. He always got teased by the other men on base by how much you liked him.

And than, you were put on a military base together and the flirting was nearly every day. In passing you always greeted him kindly. He always thought it was just pointless flirting.

He didn’t think you had any real feelings for him.

“So.. what’re you doing after this?” You smile. Ghost rolls his eyes, gun in hand. “Stay on task Sergeant.” Ghost mumbles, raising his gun. “Yes sir.” You say sarcastically. This mission has been rough. Your feet are tired and your back is sore. You haven’t slept in nearly 24 hours, you were tired and getting weaker. This was supposed to be a normal mission, in and out. But that wasn’t happening.

You and Ghost were holed up in a building to the east side of the compound you were trying to raid, they’d made threats with nuclear equipment and you needed to put a stop to it. Leave no one alive, clear out all potential threats. Dispose of the equipment properly.

Nobody knew what was waiting for you when you got here. There were hundreds of men and it’s taken hours to pick them off one by one. Everyone is tired and getting worried by the minute. “Almost there.” You hear your Captain call through the radio. You sigh. “This is rough.” You mumble. Ghost stays quiet. But you were used to it. You usually talked to yourself. You prop yourself up at the window, peeking out slightly. Your eyes are tired from being so focused for so long, but you don’t miss the long barrel of a rifle peeking out of a window, aimed right at Ghost.

It’s a split second and you’re shoving him to the side, the bullet colliding with your vest. Ghost hits the ground with a grunt and the force of the bullet penetrating your vest has you flying back, landing on your back with a cry. “Shit! Y/N?” He rushes over to you, pulling you away from the window, tugging at your vest to see if it’s hit you. He unzips it, pushing your shirt up. He can see a giant red mark and you’re struggling to breathe because it’s knocked the wind out of you, but you’re okay. Unharmed and okay. He sighs. Lowering his head. “Why would you do that?” He breathes. You take in a deep breath, a smile on your lips. “Because.” You mumble. “You’re supposed to protect those who you care about.” His eyes are wide as he stares at you. Shock written all over his face, luckily you can’t see it because of the mask. “You could’ve died. So easily Y/N.” He breathes. “So what?”

He stands up, turning his back to you. That easy? You would die for him that easily?

After that mission, Ghost had an entirely new perspective. Your flirty jokes and suggestive remarks were no longer pointless, but they had meaning behind them.

Ghost was passing by your room when you were emerging. “Thought those heavy footsteps sounded familiar.” You smirk. He shakes his head. “How’s your chest?” You smile. “If you wanted to look that bad you just had to ask.” You bite your lip, making him roll his eyes. “It’s pretty bruised up.” You lower your shirt so that he can get a good look at you, his eyes widening. “Jesus.. that looks horrible. Have you had it looked at?” He asks. “Yeah. They just said it was bruised and that it’d need time to heal.” You shrug. “Maybe you could kiss it better for me.” You smile.

He steps toward you, pushing you back by your hip, taking you off guard as he backs you up into your room. “Woah!” You breathe. He pulls his mask over his head, drawing a gasp from your lips. “Take your shirt off.” He mumbles. “Woah- Ghost I was just.. messing with you.” You laugh nervously. He reaches out, grasping your shirt and pulling it over your head, hearing you hiss. “No bra?” He laughs. “No..” you laugh nervously, “it’s really sore.” You breathe. He gets a good look at it, running his thumb over it. You have a huge bruise. “Poor thing.” He breathes. "Did they give you anything for it?" He asks. You shake your head. "Told me Ice for swelling and heat for circulation. Not much else they can do." You sigh. You feel exposed to him. Nerves setting in. "Hold on." He sighs. Leaving your room, making sure to close the door behind him. Not wanting anyone to see you. While he's gone, you pull your shirt back over your head.

When he returns, he laughs lightly. Seeing that you've covered yourself again. "Shirt. Off." He breathes. He closes the door behind him again and makes sure the door is locked. When he turns back around, you take it off again, slowly to make sure you don't hurt yourself. He smiles at how easily you obey him. He makes his way over to you with an ice pack. He sits down on the edge of your bed, setting it slowly onto your bruise. He sees you flinch. "Hurt?" He asks. "Yeah." You wince. He laughs. "Good. It's what you get for literally taking a bullet for me." He rolls his eyes. You laugh, eyes avoiding his. "I'd do it again." He shakes his head. "That's stupid. If it comes down to it, you always save yourself." He mumbles. "You would take my death easier than I'd take yours I think." You look down. Shy smile on your lips. "What?" He mumbles. You roll your eyes, hissing as you adjust the way you're sitting. "You think all of the flirting is for nothing?"

He freezes, drawing his eyes away from where they're on your bruise. He shakes his head. "You don't mean that." He mumbles. "You're not stupid Ghost. You know how I feel about you. It's more than a dumb crush. I mean for christ's sake, I took a bullet for you, and I would do it again. No questions asked." You laugh, almost as if you're shocked by your own actions. "I didn't even think about it really, didn't take a second. I saw the barrel of that rifle and my body just moved." You shrug. He sighs. "You're lucky. Anything higher than 7.62 by 39mm it won't stop." You shrug. "But it didn't. You though? If it had hit you, it would've killed you." He looks away from your gaze. "Don't do it again Sergeant." He breathes. You roll your eyes. "No sir."

He stands up. "Keep the ice pack. You need to get some sleep." He mumbles, rushing out of your room quickly.

He makes his way down the hallway, pushing his door open with a sigh.

Your actions and admissions had him so confused. He sits on his bed with a sigh, dread settling into his chest. Ghost was able to function like he did because he knew nobody cared about him. He could die for his team, he could die tomorrow and nobody would care.

Except for you apparently.

In your room, you sit on your bed. He didn’t react well to your admission and you don’t know why you said it anyways. You lay back on your bed, sighing. Why him? Of all people you could’ve fallen in love with, it was him. The most guarded person you’ve ever met. You hadn’t even seen his face until tonight, and he was just as handsome as you pictured. If not more.

—

The next morning, you were cleaning off a table in the mess hall.

“What happened to your arm?” Soap asks, he’s eating a sandwich and Ghost is behind him. You glance at Ghost, turning away. You turn toward him, tugging the shoulder of your shirt down to show that the bruise had spread even more. “Medic said the bones in my shoulder are bruised and told me I should wear a stupid fucking arm sling to keep it still.”

“Woah, language.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes, moving passed the both of them. “Wait, Y/N. I was just kidding. Do you need help?”

“Nah I’m good.” You mumble.

You disappear through the doors. “Wow. Can you believe she didn’t flirt with you? She must really be hurting.” Soap laughs. Sitting down at a table and continuing to eat his sandwich. “Must be.” Ghost mumbles. “That girl really took a bullet for you?” He asks. Ghost nods. “Damn. Must really like you. I can’t imagine what that would like if the bullet were bigger. Seriously would’ve blown a bowl sized hole in her chest. Kevlar or not.” Soap mumbles. The thought of you on the floor or of that building, bleeding out. It makes Ghost sick

You had no idea what kind of bullet you would be getting hit with when you shoved him to the side. “Yeah, thank god it wasn’t.”

“Cmon, I’ll make it for you.” Gaz mumbles. “You don’t have to make it for me. I’m not crippled.” You roll your eyes, following Gaz into the mess hall. He’s got an MRE in his hand. Soap smiles. “Just sit down and let me help you. You fucking grouch.” He laughs. You narrow your eyes at him, sitting down at the same table as Soap and Ghost. “You feeling okay?” Soap asks. “Yes.” You mumble, leaning on your arm that’s not hurt. “You just haven’t said anything about Ghost this morning so I thought that you must be really sick.” He laughs. “Oh, how cruel of me.” You sigh dramatically. “Still nothing?”

“Not sure if there’s anymore I can compliment. Not until he takes his shirt off anyways.” You narrow your eyes at Ghost, making him shift uncomfortably. A laugh leaves your lips as you look away from him. “What do you look like when you take off your shirt?” Johnny nudges you. “Don’t know, ask Ghost.” You shrug. Hearing him laugh.

Ghosts cheeks are on fire under his mask. They don’t know that what you just said is true, he does know what you look like without a shirt on. But they don’t know that. You breathe when Gaz sets the MRE he’s just made for you down in front of you. “Thank you Gaz.” You sigh. “No problem. Here.” He gives you a water. “You didn’t have to do that.” You sigh. “Y/N. It’s okay to need help sometimes.” He laughs. You roll your eyes. “I know that, but I’m fine.”

“If I touch your chest you’ll cry.”

“Correction, if you touch my chest, I’ll punch you AND then I’ll cry.” You laugh.

“Sensitive, not soft. Got you.” Gaz laughs. Taking a drink of his own water bottle. “We were just talking about how bad that would’ve been if you had gotten hit by anything with a bigger caliber.” Soap mumbles. “Yeah? Would’ve blown a fuckin hole in my chest.” You laugh. “I don’t know how you’re laughing at that.”

“I got shot on my vest, I didn’t die. I don’t know why everyone thinks it’s such a big deal.” You chuckle. Gaz shakes his head, looking between Simon and Soap. “It’s just different. I thought it would’ve scared you more.” He shrugs. You pause for a second. “Of course it scared me.” You shake your head looking up. “It did?”

You laugh. “Of course it did. It scared the hell out of me. I got hit so hard it knocked me on my ass. But it was my vest or Ghosts fucking head, you tell me what you would’ve done.” You mumble. They’re quiet, your admission taking them off guard. These moments of realism really hit hard. After that, it’s quiet for a while.

—

Ghost is really struggling.

Nobody is supposed to care about him. He’s not supposed to care about anyone.

The thought of you hurt, or dead. It kills him inside. The fact that you have actual feelings, care about him. So much to the point that you’d fucking die for him. He aches. Somewhere deep in his chest, Simon hurts. He knows what he needs to do, but he can’t bring himself to do it. He needs to allow himself to get close to you, so that he can keep you safe.

He’s sitting on a bench in the hallway, waiting for you to walk down the hallway to your room. Eventually, he can hear your footsteps coming. When you finally come into his view, he stands up. “Hey.” You smile. He nods his head. “Need to talk to you.” He mumbles. You bite your lip nervously. “Okay. Come inside.” You tilt your head, opening up your door. You close it behind you, crossing your arms nervously. “Look.. if this is about what I said this morning, I was just messing a-“ he pulls his mask off, his dirty blonde hair messy on his head from it. You swallow hard, turning your eyes away from him. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you doing that.” You laugh nervously.

“It’s not about that.” He breathes. “I don’t care about your flirting, kind’ve like it actually.” He shrugs. Seeing you smile. You sit down on the edge of your bed and he stands in front of you. “I need to hear you say it.” He breathes.

You bite your lip nervously. You know what he wants you to say. “Why?” You breathe. “Because. I just do.”

You bite your lip. “What do you want me to say?” You look up at him. He sighs. “You know what I want you to say. Say how you feel about me, say that… that-“ he sighs.

“That I love you?”

He goes stiff, those three words making his brain fuzzy.

“Is that what you wanted to hear, Simon? That I love you? That I’m in love with you?” You breathe. “Yes.” He breathes. “Why?” He asks.

“Because..” you mumble.

He says nothing.

“Because I think that there’s so much more to you than what meets the eyes. I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re seriously one of the handsomest men I’ve ever met in my life.” You laugh, looking down at your hands as you sit nervously. “You’re mysterious. And caring. When you want something, you do absolutely everything you can to get it. No matter what. You’re.. kind.. and loving. No matter how guarded you try to be, you just can’t because being good is who you are. You are good. And I admire the hell out of you for that Ghost.” You laugh. “I knew I was in love with you the day I met you, and nothing will change that. And I’m sorry.” You look up at him.

He moves toward you, sitting down next to you on your bed. He knows he should walk away. But he’s not going to. He’s in too deep.

He lifts his hand, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. You close your eyes from his touch, Simon always overstimulated you. He was too much. Every single nerve in your body lit on fire when he was around, and when ye was close like this it was always so much. You don’t expect his lips on yours, but you don’t waste a second to kiss him back. He cups your cheeks, tugging you into him slightly. The deeper you kiss him, the further he falls into the black hole you’ve created. He lowers his hands to your hips, pulling you into him as he lays back. You’re straddling his waist, keeping your lips against his.

It feels like a dream. You’re in another world as you rock your hips into him, feeling him groan into your mouth as you grind into him. You can feel him getting hard against you. You push his shirt up slightly, helping him pull it completely off. You return your lips to his, his hands gliding down your hips to rest on your ass, his thumb hooking over your waistband. You pull away from him, sitting up completely. You slide lower on him, reaching for the button on his jeans. He sits up onto his elbows, watching as you unbutton them, tugging on them so that his zipper will go lower. Revealing his black boxers. He reaches over you, grasping the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You raise your arms to help him out a bit. He admires you for a second.

He lifts his hips up, pushing you up and grasping your hips. He stands up with you and lays you onto your back. “There you go. You’ve seen me without my shirt.” He sits up, resting a knee between your legs as he reaches for your waistband. Your cheeks brighten sand you avoid his gaze. “What’re you blushing for hm? You had to have known your flirting would get you here at some point.” He smirks. You giggle, “I actually didn’t think it would.” You bite your lip. Hear him snort. He pulls your pants down your legs until they’re off completely. You close your legs lightly but he pushes them back apart, moving himself between them. He pushes his boxers down until he reveals his cock to you, and you bite the inside of your cheek to avoid audibly moaning out at the size of him. He’s huge.

He grasps your thighs, pulling you down. You can feel his tip nudging against your entrance, you’re nervous and he can tell by the way that you’re looking at him. “Nothing to be worried about. You’ve done this before right?” He asks. You nod your head. “Just not for a long time..” you blush. Looking down. He nods. He spits into his hand, running it up your entrance. Hearing you gasp. He presses the tip of his cock up into you, watching your tight gummy walls swallow him up, feeling you throb against him. There’s no going back anymore. You’re his.

When he bottoms out, your eyes widen and you clamp a hand over your mouth, hearing him chuckle. “Good girl.” He breathes. “Try n stay quiet for me. I know it’s a lot.” He breathes. He holds you tight, you clamp your eyes closed tightly as he starts to fuck himself into you. Your eyes roll back slightly, you clench them closed, biting down onto your hand to stay quiet. He’s being rough, but he’s not used to being gentle. He adjusts himself slightly, slowing his thrusts just a bit. Lowering himself down to kiss your bruise gently. You move your hand away from your mouth, looking back up at him once he pulls away. “I thought I could keep myself away from you.” He grits his teeth, pressing his hand against your lower stomach, feeling himself as he thrusts into you. “But you’re so persistent. Couldn’t keep my fucking hands off of you forever.” He hisses. You’re tight around him. He pushes your thighs up slightly, hearing another gasp come from your lips. His thrusts are deep and hard. He’s got a fast but steady pace. He’s pushing you close to your orgasm already and you feel pathetic. The swirling you feel in your stomach is overwhelming. You’ve never cum from just sex before. That was about to change.

You inhale sharply, looking up at him as he pushes you closer and closer to your high. “S-Simon!” You whine. “It’s alright.” He chuckles. “I know it’s a lot.” He repeats himself. “Give yourself to me. I want all of you.” He breathes. He lowers himself, wrapping his arms around you. Holding you tight as he hammers his hips into yours. His steady pace is what sends you spiraling, pressing himself right into your soft spongy walls just the way you like, he’s made for you. Fits you perfectly. The squelch from your pussy has him growling. “So wet for me..” he pants. He clamps a hand over your mouth when your eyes roll back. Reaching your high. Your walls tighten around him, gripping him so tightly. He’s panting hard, his breathes getting unsteady. You’re squirming beneath him and he knows you won’t be able to take much more. You can feel him twitch inside of you, your thighs shaking from it. “Simon.” You look up at him. “Look at me.” You breathe, pulling him into you. He holds onto you again. He takes on look at you, your eyes full of tears of pleasure as you look back at him, and he tips over the edge of pure bliss right there.

His eyes roll back when he cums, thrusts sloppy and fast as he rides out his high. “F-fuck. Bloody hell.” He gasps, resting himself into you slightly. He takes in a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes. “For what?” You ask. “For being rough.”

“I don’t mind it.” You blush. Hearing him laugh. “Darling you haven’t seen nothing yet.”

“I hope that’s true.” You mumble.

—

The next morning, you’re sore as you get out of your bed. After everything had happened, you spent a lot of time talking with Ghost. You don’t remember falling asleep.

You get dressed, making your way out into the hallway, hissing slightly as you do. He’d really done a number on you. “Ah. Look who finally decided to join us.” Gaz laughs. “What?” You mumble. You look at the time, eyes widening. It’s almost 11am. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?” You ask. “Ghost told us to let you sleep in. Said you had a long night.” He smirks. You roll your eyes.

“Sounds like he’s the one who had a long night.” You laugh, lifting the cup of coffee to your lips. They’re all looking at you with wide eyes. “He’s behind me isn’t he?”

They nod. You roll your eyes, turning around. Seeing him standing there with his arms cross. “Where’s your arm brace?”

“Haven’t put it on yet.” You shrug. “Y/N. Go put it on.” He rolls his eyes. “Alright alright.” You mumble, disappearing back down the hallway. “You wanna come help me put it on?” You wink at him, hearing everyone laugh in the mess hall.

“You’re something else.”

[eatmyass-x]

“What do you mean you didn’t bring the fob?” The bubble of Wei Ying’s bright pink bubblegum pops as he speaks.

“I mean I didn’t bring the fob,” Nie Huaisang shrugs.

“So then how did we get back in?” It’s three o’clock in the morning and they’re standing in the foyer of Jiang Cheng’s fancy apartment building, in front of an elevator that cannot be operated without a security fob. Their arms are laden with snacks and Wei Ying is chewing five different flavours of bubblegum together. It’s an interesting combination.

“The door was open.”

Wei Ying turns back to look at the main entrance. It was open when they stepped out of the building to go hunt for the unhealthiest, ungodliest snacks the local 24-hour convenience store could provide, and had remained open this whole time, right until the two of them stepped back inside.

“We'll just have to use the stairs then.”

“Jiang Cheng lives on the fourteenth floor,” Nie Huaisang screeches in alarm.

“Exactly.” Wei Ying pops his gum again. “Easy peasy!” But when he tries the door that leads to the stairwell, the door does not open. So he tries again. And again. But the door refuses to budge. “Don’t tell me we need a fob to use the stairs too.”

Beside him Nie Huaisang taps on a sign with a well manicured fingernail and reads, “The stairs cannot be accessed without a fob.”

“Fuck.” Wei Ying squints at the empty security desk. “Jiang Cheng will have to come down to let us in.”

“He’s going to be so pissed off,” Nie Huaisang says, but takes out his phone to message Jiang Cheng anyway.

Several minutes pass as they wait for Jiang Cheng to respond. Wei Ying watches as Nie Huaisang taps irriatedly at his phone, his frown getting deeper and deeper. “What is it?”

“He hasn’t read any of my messages, but they’re all going through so I know his phone is on.”

“Maybe he’s in the shower or taking a shit, or something.” Although Wei Ying remembers Jiang Cheng complaining about the time of night and how much he wanted to sleep. “Try ringing him instead.”

Nie Huaisang nods and puts his phone to his ear. Wei Ying leans against the wall and waits.

And waits.

Eventually it becomes more than clear that Jiang Cheng is not going to pick up. “He’s probably fallen asleep,” Wei Ying groans and slides down the wall to slump onto the ground, nearly choking on his bubblegum. He spits the now discoloured lump out into a tissue with a grimace.

Nie Huaisang follows him down and buries his head in his knees. “What do we do now?”

“Break in?” Wei Ying suggests, and gets a disparaging look from Nie Huaisang in response. “What? I could totally break in! Remember when—”

“Yes, I remember,” Nie Huaisang cuts him off. “I know for certain that you’d be able to break in. But I’m really not in the mood to get arrested tonight, Wei Ying. Please.”

“Well, what else can we do?” He’s already eyeing the security system, thinking up ways he might be able to bypass it. A packet of gummies hits him square in the head. “Hey!” Wei Ying scowls at Nie Huaisang and tears into the packet. “If only Jiang Cheng had a girlfriend so we could call her to come let us in instead,” he says around a mouthful of gummy mush.

“Yeah, if only pigs could fly,” Nie Huaisang scoffs.

Wei Ying gasps, “I’m going to tell him you said that!”

“Right now I wouldn’t care if you told him I fucked his mom. As long as he wakes up and lets us in!”

“I’m going to tell her you said that,” Wei Ying tells him with a grimace, unable to stop images of Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng’s mom getting it on popping into his head.

“She’ll fuck us both up, and you know it.”

“That’s if we ever make it out of here alive. This whole building is a death trap!” Wei Ying gestures aggressively around the place. “What if there was a fire? Or the emergency services needed to get in? Or an axe murderer was chasing us? What would we do then?” He puts on an overly saccharine voice and bats his eyelashes, “Oh sorry, Mr Murderer. Please give me a moment while I go and fetch my fob.”

Nie Huaisang grabs the packet of gummies from him. “Rich people don’t give a fuck about safety regulations,” he shrugs. “The building has a gym, pool and a sauna.”

“A sauna?” Wei Ying perks up. “Why didn’t Jiang Cheng tell me?”

“Because he's a hater.”

“That he is.” Wei Ying fluffs up the large family pack of chips they’d bought and places it on the ground to use as a pillow. The marble floor is cold and hard beneath his outstretched body, but otherwise the building is mostly warm. He closes his eyes and settles in. He’s slept in much worse places than this.

“Are you really going to sleep here?” Nie Huaisang sounds appalled.

Wei Ying cracks one eye open. “You won’t let me break in, so what other choice do I have?”

After staring at him morosely for several long moments, Nie Huaisang sighs and balls his jacket up to make a pillow for himself. “Well, at least we’re not trapped in your apartment building. The rats would have eaten us alive.”

“They’d be better company than you,” Wei Ying huffs.

Instead of responding, Nie Huaisang sits back up and punches his balled up jacket several times. “This pillow is shit.”

Wei Ying’s own makeshift pillow crunches loudly under his head. “Should we sixty-nine instead?”

“What?!” Nie Huaisang shrieks, his face rapidly draining of all colour.

“As in, you sleep on my ass and I sleep on yours. Although I’m not quite sure how it’ll work.” He uses his hands to try and figure out the positions they would need to be in. “And my ass is way juicier—”

Nie Huaisang interrupts him with a gasp. “Brilliant idea!”

“What, sixty-nineing?”

“No.” He gives Wei Ying a disgusted look. “Using grindr.”

“What?!” Now it’s Wei Ying’s turn to shriek. “This is not the time nor the place for hookups!” He looks around at the confined space of the foyer in distress. “Are you planning to have sex in front of me?”

“No, you idiot,” Nie Huaisang says, pulling his phone out once again. “I’m gonna try and use it to find someone who lives in this building so that they can let us in.”

“That’s a great idea!” Wei Ying crawls over and makes grabby hands at him. “Huaisang, I could kiss you on the mouth!”

Nie Huaisang pushes him away. “You’re not my type, Wei Ying. How many times do I have to tell you?”

Wei Ying laughs, “Fuck off, I’m everyone’s type.” But his laughter quickly fizzles out when he sees the look on Nie Huaisang’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“My phone just died.” He flips it around to show Wei Ying his phone screen; completely dark and unresponsive.

Wei Ying takes Nie Huaisang’s jacket, wraps it around his own neck and says, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t end it all right now.”

“Oh, don’t be overdramatic.” He waves a hand dismissively at Wei Ying. “We can just use your phone instead.”

The jacket falls limply out of Wei Ying’s hands. “But I’m not gay!”

“I’m not asking you to suck dick, just download the app.” When he makes no move to comply, Nie Huaisang snatches Wei Ying’s phone out of his hand and downloads the app for him. Wei Ying watches with terror as the unfamiliar black and yellow icon appears on his homescreen. It takes just a few clicks before he’s got a profile up and running for Wei Ying to use. “Here.”

Wei Ying takes his phone back from him with a visibly shaky hand. “What if they want sex?”

“Then you give them sex,” Nie Huaisang shrugs.

“What!”

“I’m just kidding.” He huddles close so that they can both go through the app together.

Wei Ying has no idea how grindr even works so he lets Nie Huaisang take the reins. But that doesn’t save him from having to see a throbbing hard penis in high definition right off the bat. He yells in fright and nearly tosses his phone into the wall.

“Don’t be a baby,” Nie Huaisang laughs. “It’s just a dick!”

“Yeah, well—” Wei Ying splutters. “Find someone less… aroused!”

Nie Huaisang snickers at him and then disparagingly narrates his way through a few profiles until he comes to a stop. “Oh, this guy looks normal. Message him.”

“Why should I—” he begins, but the rest of the words immediately die in his throat when he lays eyes on the profile. Fuck. The man on his phone screen is beautiful. Face of a movie star and built like an underwear model. Wei Ying can’t make himself look away from his golden eyes, or the terribly low-slung waistband of his sweatpants.

“Earth to Wei Ying!” Nie Huaisang punches him in the arm. “Message the guy. I’m pretty sure he lives somewhere in this building. He might be able to let us in.”

Wei Ying almost tells Nie Huaisang to message him himself and then realises that he doesn’t want that. For some strange, inexplicable reason, he wants to talk to the guy himself. Wei Ying swallows to wet his dry throat and croaks, “He’s too… He’s probably a catfish.”

“Who cares? It’s not like you’re looking to marry him,” Nie Huaisang rolls his eyes.

Wei Ying’s cheeks turn embarrassingly red. “What if he’s an axe murderer?” But he’s already typing out a message.

WY (03:55): Heyyy

“That’d be kinda hot, if you ask me,” Nie Huaisang says, biting his lip. Wei Ying gives him a disgusted look, but when he sees the guy’s picture again he can’t help but imagine him wielding an axe and covered in blood and woah. Wei Ying feels a bit dizzy.

Nie Huaisang reads the message he’s sent and nudges him. ���Why are you messaging him like you do want dick after all? Tell him straight up that we’re trapped and need help.”

Wei Ying scowls at him but does as told.

WY (03:55): Do you live in lotus apartments?

WY (03:56): This might be a bit weird but my friend and I are trapped in the foyer on the ground floor cos we forgot to bring a fob

WY (03:56): Pls can u help us 🥺

Several long minutes pass but they don’t get a response from the guy, even though he’s definitely seen the messages. Wei Ying can’t help the pang of disappointment he feels.

“Maybe he thinks you’re lying to get into the building, or something. Just try someone else,” Nie Huaisang suggests.

But Wei Ying doesn’t want to do that, so instead he snaps a picture of himself looking pleadingly up into the camera, eyes wide and lips pouted, the same look that always convinces Jiang Yanli to give him an extra helping of dessert. Then he takes a quick picture of Nie Huaisang where he’s once again slumped across the floor with his jacket over his face, the foyer easily recognisable in the background.

WY (04:06): I promise I’m not lying look

WY (04:06): [2 images attached.]

WY (04:06): PLEASE 🥹

WY (04:07): We’ve literally been stuck here for over an hour

He’s still typing when a blue reply bubble pops up on screen.

LZ (04:07): Coming.

WY (04:07): What?

WY (04:07): To help me?

WY (04:08): TO HELP ME RIGHT????

Wei Ying’s momentary relief quickly turns into panic when he doesn’t get any further replies from the guy. He stands and starts to pace around, ignoring Nie Huaisang’s huffing. When the light above the elevator lights up, indicating that someone is on their way down, he knows he should feel relieved that the guy is coming to help him, and not anything else. But instead he feels jittery all over. He’s not sure what would be worse, if the guy really is a catfish and looks nothing at all like his pictures, or if he looks exactly like them. The elevator pings. Wei Ying wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and turns to face the metal doors as they slide open.

The man that steps out of the elevator is the farthest thing from a catfish. Six-foot-something tall and bathed in the warm glow of the foyer lights, he’s somehow even more attractive in person than he was in his pictures.

Wei Ying feels his breath catch in his throat. “Wow. Fuck.” The words spill out of his lips unbidden and Wei Ying has to slap his hands over his mouth to keep it shut.

The man slowly looks him up and down, amused. “Likewise.” His voice is deep and gravelly.

Wei Ying’s whole body heats up. “I mean— You’re not a catfish. You’re…” Beautiful. Breathtaking. A dream. Every single word that comes to mind cannot be voiced out loud.

“Lan Zhan,” the man offers.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying repeats the name. It makes itself at home on his tongue. He licks his lips and sticks his hand out. “Wei Ying.”

Lan Zhan looks even more amused as he takes Wei Ying’s proffered hand. On anyone else the look might come across as cocky, over confident, but on him it just looks good. Instead of shaking Wei Ying’s hand he gives it a light squeeze, thumb stroking over the back of Wei Ying’s hand, and makes no move to let go. Wei Ying does not want him to.

“Ahem!” Nie Huaisang coughs loudly from behind.

Wei Ying reluctantly turns to look at him, still not letting go of Lan Zhan’s hand. Nie Huaisang has gathered all their snacks from the ground and is tapping his foot impatiently. He’s almost invisible behind all the junk food in his arms but he still manages to look irritated. Wei Ying rolls his eyes. “Thank you so much for coming to help us, Lan Zhan. We would’ve had to spend the whole night down here if it wasn’t for you.” His palm is so warm and large against Wei Ying’s. “You’re a saviour!”

“There is no need to thank me.” He tilts his head towards the elevator. “Which floor do you need?”

“Fourteen. My brother—” The word feels much lighter, easier than it used to, “—lives here. He’s probably fast asleep in his room right now with his phone on fucking silent. Me and Huaisang went out to get snacks and forgot to bring the spare fob with us.” He follows Lan Zhan into the elevator when the doors reopen, Nie Huaisang trailing along behind them. “What would we have done without you, Lan Zhan?” He bats his eyelashes. Just a little.

“Oh, I know you,” Nie Huaisang chimes.

Wei Ying doesn’t like the sound of that at all. Does he mean he’s come across Lan Zhan on grindr before and hooked up with him? He whips around to frown at Nie Huaisang and surreptitiously makes a very rude gesture to inquire whether the two of them have had relations before. A dick sucking gesture.

And then he looks up and realises that all four walls of the elevator have mirrors on them, and Lan Zhan has just seen him make that exact gesture. Wei Ying wants to die.

“No,” Nie Huaisang shakes his head. “We’ve just bumped into each other a couple of times when I’ve come to visit Jiang Cheng.”

“Oh.” Wei Ying turns back to face Lan Zhan with a sheepish smile, running his hand through his hair. “I see.”

Lan Zhan’s pretty eyes track the movement of his hand. “I have not seen you around before.”

“Yeah, um.” Wei Ying eyes the phone in Lan Zhan’s hand. He figures he has to explain himself now. “I’m not, I’m not really—” But the rest of his sentence feels stuck in his throat. It had been perfectly easy to yell, ‘I’m not gay!’ at Nie Huaisang but now Wei Ying struggles. “I’m not on grindr,” he says instead. “I only downloaded it to find someone who could let us into the building. I don’t—” and this bit feels important for some reason. “I don’t do hookups.”

“Mn.” The intensity of Lan Zhan’s gaze does not waver. “But I meant that I have not seen you around in the building before.”

“Oh!” Wei Ying wants to punch himself in the head. “Of course. Yes, I— My brother. Jiang Cheng. We’re good now, but we fell out a few years back. So this is my first time visiting his place.”

“That explains it,” Lan Zhan nods. “I would have remembered a face like yours.”

Wei Ying’s heart does something funny in his chest.

“Can someone please hit the button?” Nie Huaisang groans.

Wei Ying nearly jumps out of his skin. He’d forgotten there was someone else in the elevator with them. It’s impossible to look away from Lan Zhan, despite Nie Huaisang’s huffing and moaning. Like there’s a magnet beneath the surface of his skin, somewhere inside his ribcage, pulling him towards the man.

The elevator hardly even jolts as it begins its ascent upwards, but Wei Ying stumbles anyway, a step and a half closer to Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan steadies him with a hand around his waist, warm through the thin, threadbare cotton of his two sizes too small t-shirt. Wei Ying looks up at him through his eyelashes, his own hand coming to rest on Lan Zhan’s chest, sturdy and firm under his tentative fingers.

“Which floor do you live on, Lan Zhan?” he asks. His voice comes out low, murmured in the air between them.

“Thirteen.” Lan Zhan’s hand slowly travels further along his waist, slipping just slightly underneath his shirt.

“Right below us!” Wei Ying gasps. The gasp is less to do with Lan Zhan’s words and more to do with the touch of his hand. “Lan Zhan…” he breathes, watching Lan Zhan watch him chew at his bottom lip. “Do you think it’s fate?”

“Maybe.” There is laughter in Lan Zhan’s eyes, but it doesn’t feel mocking. It feels indulgent, good enough to drown in.

“Yo, what the fuck…” Somewhere far away Nie Huaisang sounds like he’s drowning in disbelief. Wei Ying has never found it easier to ignore him.

The elevator pings as it comes to a stop, breaking Wei Ying out of his reverie. Lan Zhan follows them out onto Jiang Cheng’s floor to let them through the final set of doors with his fob. Nie Huaisang is quick to push past them and make his way into Jiang Cheng’s unlocked apartment, muttering something distinctly homophobic under his breath and slamming the door shut behind him.

Wei Ying on the other hand, loiters in the hallway, unwilling to part ways with Lan Zhan. He doesn’t know how to draw this out any further without saying anything, but for the first time in his whole life words are evading him entirely. When he looks up at Lan Zhan, he finds him already looking back at Wei Ying, still as indulgent, still as beautiful.

“It’s not my apartment or I would invite you inside…” he finally says, mustering up as much courage as he can. His intention could not be any clearer. He can feel as his face heats up with a vivid blush.

“It is late—”

“Of course.” Wei Ying’s heart sinks. “Yes, of course. Sorry…” he laughs awkwardly. Lan Zhan had only come to help them and here was Wei Ying, practically throwing himself at the man. “Thank you so much for helping us, Lan Zhan. I won’t keep you any longer.” He thinks about getting Lan Zhan a box of chocolates or something of the sort tomorrow to thank him properly for his help. At least it’ll give him a reason to see him again. He really hopes it won’t come across as too desperate. “Thank—”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan interrupts his awkward rambling. “What I mean to say is that nothing will be open at this time of night. Will you let me take you out tomorrow?”

“Out?” Wei Ying’s mind screeches to a halt.

“For lunch,” Lan Zhan says. “Or dinner, if you’d prefer.”

“Oh. You…” Wei Ying blinks. Hope bubbles all through his body and pours out of his big, stupid mouth, “So you’re not going to just hit it and quit it?”

“No. Not unless that is what you’re looking for?” Lan Zhan quirks a brow up in question.

“No,” Wei Ying is quick to correct. “No, no. A date.” And it is with no small amount of astonishment that Wei Ying realises he is feeling shy. Something he has never, ever felt before. “A date, right?” he asks hesitantly.

“A date,” Lan Zhan confirms with a smile.

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Common eye emergencies include:

Trauma to the Eye: This could be due to a blunt object, sharp object, or chemicals.

Sudden Vision Loss: Unexplained loss of vision, whether partial or complete.

Foreign Bodies in the Eye: Any object stuck in the eye that cannot be flushed out.

Severe Eye Pain: Persistent pain, particularly when accompanied by redness, swelling, or vision disturbances.

Chemical Burns: Exposure to hazardous substances that come into contact with the eye.

Eye Infections: Severe infections such as conjunctivitis or keratitis that worsen rapidly.

Flashes and Floaters: Sudden flashes of light or an increase in floaters can indicate retinal detachment.

Bleeding in the Eye: Any internal or external bleeding within the eye.

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The Importance of 24-Hour Eye Care Services

24-hour eye care services are essential for handling emergencies at any time of the day or night. In many cases, a delay in treatment can result in permanent vision loss or more complicated eye conditions. These facilities are equipped to provide immediate care, including diagnostic tests, treatment plans, and even emergency surgeries when necessary.

Here’s what you can expect when you visit a 24-hour eye care facility:

Prompt Evaluation

Upon arrival, an experienced eye care professional will conduct a comprehensive eye examination to assess the severity of your condition. This may involve using specialized equipment to check for corneal damage, foreign bodies, or internal bleeding.

Some common tests include:

Slit Lamp Examination: Helps doctors examine the front part of the eye, including the cornea, iris, and lens.

Ocular Pressure Test: Checks for conditions like glaucoma that may cause increased eye pressure.

Dilated Eye Exam: Provides a detailed view of the retina and optic nerve to detect any damage or detachment.

Specialized Treatment Options

Once the diagnosis is complete, you will be provided with a tailored treatment plan. Depending on the severity of the emergency, treatment can range from administering eye drops or ointments to performing more invasive procedures such as:

Foreign Body Removal: For objects lodged in the eye, doctors may use specialized tools to extract them safely without causing additional damage.

Eye Patching: In cases of corneal abrasions or trauma, the eye may need to be patched to allow it to heal properly.

Antibiotics: If the condition is caused by an infection, you may be prescribed antibiotic eye drops or oral medication.

Laser Surgery: For conditions like retinal detachment, immediate laser surgery may be necessary to restore proper retinal positioning and prevent further damage.

Emergency Surgery: Severe injuries may require surgery to repair structures within the eye or remove hazardous foreign materials.

Post-Emergency Care

Once the immediate treatment is administered, the eye care team will provide you with a detailed aftercare plan. This plan is essential to ensure that the injury or condition heals properly without complications.

Common elements of post-emergency care include:

Medication Management: Instructions on how to use prescribed medications to control pain, reduce inflammation, or fight infection.

Follow-Up Appointments: Regular check-ins with your eye doctor to monitor healing and ensure no further complications arise.

Vision Therapy: In some cases, especially after trauma, vision therapy may be recommended to help the eyes recover fully and regain normal function. When Should You Seek 24-Hour Eye Care?

It’s important to recognize when an eye condition is serious enough to warrant immediate medical attention. Here are some scenarios that should prompt you to seek 24-hour eye care services:

Eye Pain: Persistent or severe eye pain should never be ignored, especially if it’s accompanied by redness, swelling, or sensitivity to light.

Sudden Vision Changes: Any sudden changes in your vision, such as blurriness, double vision, or loss of peripheral vision, should be treated as an emergency.

Visible Trauma or Bleeding: If you’ve sustained an injury to the eye or the surrounding area, or if you notice bleeding, seek immediate help.

Chemical Exposure: If chemicals come into contact with your eye, rinse it immediately with water and seek emergency care.

Severe Redness or Swelling: Rapid-onset redness or swelling can be indicative of a serious infection or inflammation.

Delaying treatment can lead to irreversible vision loss, so it’s crucial to visit a 24-hour eye care facility as soon as possible.

How to Prevent Eye Emergencies

While not all eye emergencies are preventable, there are steps you can take to reduce your risk:

Wear Protective Eyewear: When engaging in activities that could cause eye injury (e.g., sports, construction work, or handling chemicals), always wear proper protective goggles.

Use Caution with Chemicals: Handle all chemicals carefully and follow safety instructions to avoid splashing hazardous substances into your eyes.

Regular Eye Exams: Routine visits to your eye doctor can help detect and address potential issues before they become emergencies.

Manage Chronic Conditions: If you have underlying health conditions such as diabetes or high blood pressure, manage them diligently, as they can contribute to eye complications.

Conclusion

Eye emergencies can be unpredictable, but knowing where to go and what to expect can make a significant difference in protecting your vision. 24-hour eye care services offer crucial support in times of crisis, ensuring that you receive timely, professional care to address urgent eye issues. Whether it’s trauma, infection, or sudden vision loss, never hesitate to seek immediate help when you experience an eye emergency.

[beanarie]

this was inspired by chatter in the tag earlier in the week about tommy not having the reflex to ask for help, not having an emergency contact, etc. bucktommy nation, i'm loving it here.

more a request than a proposal

Wednesday afternoon, as the 118 drove back from a small grease fire, Buck received a text from Tommy.

gonna need a raincheck on hiking Saturday

He kept his expression neutral so his friends wouldn't notice and start giving him a hard time. No problem. Everything okay?

yeah of course. brunch instead? I'll order in

He spent the rest of the week telling himself there was probably nothing wrong.

Saturday, at the agreed upon time, Buck showed up at Tommy's door, looked down at the boot Tommy was wearing, and felt a burst of something ugly which he instantly tried to squash. At least he wasn't getting dumped. "Uh, hey. What happened there?"

Tommy rolled his eyes at himself. "I broke my foot a few days ago."

"What?"

"Yeah, Tuesday night. I'd just maxed out my flight hours and-" He cocked his head. "Why is your face doing that?"

Buck walked away, got in his car, and sat there as Tommy stopped blinking in confusion and went back inside.

Ten seconds later, Buck was ringing the bell again.

Tommy didn't raise an eyebrow, but the muscle twitched like he'd considered it. "I'd ask if you left something behind, but you didn't actually get through the door."

"I was off on Tuesday," Buck said.

"Okay?"

"You knew that. We compared both our schedules for the week. That was how we settled on Saturday."

"I recall." Tommy grimaced. "Look, can we go inside? Standing is not my favorite right now."

"Oh!" Shit. "Yeah. Yeah, of course."

Following close behind as Tommy settled on the couch, Buck grabbed a throw pillow for his foot to seem marginally less useless. Now inside, surrounded by all things Tommy, he felt decidedly off-kilter. "Do you... want me here?"

"I thought I did," Tommy said, laying his head against the arm of the couch with a tired sigh. "Go on, tell me what your problem is."

From there, Buck could see the kitchen table laden with takeout containers and a pitcher of orange juice. "Food's getting cold," he pointed out.

"I didn't have much appetite anyway. The food was my clever way of luring you here." He smiled at that, a little, rueful one.

Buck wanted to smile back. He wanted to say Tommy was the only lure he needed. "How did you get home from the ER?"

"I mean, my crew still had more than half a 24 to go, so." He lifted his phone and shook it a bit.

"Uber," Buck said, wanting to break something.

Tommy melted more against the couch as the penny dropped. "Evan, we've been dating three months. I didn't want you to feel obligated."

"It's been a big three months," Buck said.

"Yeah." Tommy gave another little smile. "Sinking ships and runaway grooms and drug cartels, oh my."

"You showed up for me on multiple occasions in that time." The only other options for seating were too far away. Buck knelt on the carpet near the couch.

"You look like you're proposing." Tommy snorted, then looked mildly alarmed. "Take out a ring right now and I'll scream."

"Shut up," he said with a quiet laugh. Tentatively, he reached for Tommy's hand, and smiled as Tommy let their fingers tangle together. "Sorry for being weird. It's just, I like you a lot."

"Ditto," Tommy said, rolling his wrist a few degrees, watching their hands with a strange light in his eyes.

"It hasn't sucked, right? Being my next call after my family when something happens."

"No." Tommy looked thoughtful. His thumb rubbed the back of Buck's hand. "Sucked is not the word I'd use."

"You've been in pain this whole time and I had no idea. I hate that."

The second sigh was more weary than the first. "Evan, it's okay. I'm-"

"If you want me to- to go, I will." They were still so new. Buck couldn't insist on anything, he could only offer. "I know you can take care of yourself. You don't have to, though. Not all the time."

Tommy tugged on their hands, pulling Buck closer. "Stay."

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[mustainegf]

Just some 87!james baby fluff because I can’t get my mind off of it, I need to have his babies rn

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ¹⁹⁸⁷

There lay my fiancée, so peaceful and tranquil, sleeping with aN exhausted smile on her lips, submerged in soft lights from the hospital shining.

I looked down at the little bundle in my arms, held close to my chest, as though she were the most precious treasure in the world, great metaphor to use, because she was.

"Hey there, babygirl," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. Her tiny fingers curled and uncurled, and I could see the faintest hint of a smile on her delicate face. "You're finally here, huh? Welcome to the world."

Her eyes blinked open, gleaming and inquisitive, taking in all about her, and I couldn't help but lightly giggle.

“You've got your mama's eyes,” I murmured, brushing a soft finger along the curve of her cheek. “But that nose, that's all me. And that little bit of hair? Looks like you're gonna have my wild mane too.”

She bubbled in response, a soft coo that pulled at heartstrings I didn’t know I had. I held her in a little closer, feeling the warmth of her tiny body against my chest. "You're so small," I hushly whispered, marveling at her perfect little features. "So perfect."

I leaned back in the chair, trying to get comfortable, holding her snug in my grasp.

It felt unreal to hold her like that. Just hours before, I was pacing up and down the corridors, wide eyed with anxiety at her pending arrival, and there she was, a tiny miracle, part me, and part love of my life.

"You know, you gave us quite the scare," I whispered, remembering the frantic rush here to the hospital, the scary moments in the delivery room. "But you're here now, and that's all that matters, isn’t it?"

She made another soft noise, her teeny little eyes locking on mine. It was like she was really seeing me, really hearing me. "Oh, you're a talker, aren't you?" I grinned, bouncing her gently. "Just like your daddy. We're gonna have some great conversations, you and me."

I shifted slightly, careful not to wake my fiancé. "I wonder what you’re thinking right now," I mused aloud, my voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. "You wondering who this big guy holding you is? Well, I'm daddy. And I love you so so much.”

I never thought that at 24 years old, I’d be calling myself ‘daddy’, but it felt right, no matter how different. I was determined to be the best father for my little girl, to be there while my own father never could.

She blinked up at me, her face screwing up as a yawn threatened to emerge. "Tired already, huh? Being born's hard work, trust me I watched."

I felt a smile on my face then, the kind that reaches all the way to your heart and grabs it by the fist. "But you've got a whole life ahead of ya, kid. And I promise, I'll be here for every moment.”

I turned in closer, pressing in a gentle kiss to her incredibly soft and warm forehead. "You are going to do great things, you know that?"

Another soft gurgle and I pretended to understand. "Oh, really? You think so, too? Well, I'm glad we're on the same page, sweetheart.”

Her small hand reached up, grasping at my shirt. I looked at those chubby little pink fingers again and just marveled at how something that small could hold that kind of power over my heart.

"You got quite the grip," I said with a soft chuckle. "You're gonna be strong, just like your mama."

Knowing well she was going to grow up one day But still be my little girl, posed a mix of excitement with a drop of sadness in my mind.

I knew I was thinking far too ahead, she’s only a few hours old after all..

"I just know you're gonna grow up so fast," I said, my voice tinged with just a bit of melancholy. "But I’ll be there. From your very first steps to your very first day at school, I'll be right there for ya."

I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to keep my feelings outside the circle of my words. "You're everything to me. You and your mama. My whole world."

She made another soft noise and I smiled, feeling the trickle of tears at the corners of my eyes. "Yeah, I love you too," I whispered back, my voice thick with emotion. "More than you'll ever know.”

I just sat there, holding her, whispering sweet nothings. I told her of all my big dreams for her, hopes, and wishes. All the while, those bright curious eyes stared up at me, cooing soft noises as if she understood every word.

She yawned then, a small, delicate yawn, and I couldn't help the chuckle. "See, someone needs to sleep now," I cooed softly, rocking her gently. "Go on baby, Sleep now. You’ve had a big day. Mommy and Daddy will be here when you wake up"