#Prescribed Security Glasses

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Prescribed Security Glasses are a crucial piece of safety equipment for workers in many industries. They provide clear vision and protection from impact, dust, and other hazards. When choosing prescribed security glasses, it is important to consider the lens material, frame style, lens coating, and prescription. Make sure to wear your safety glasses properly and clean them regularly to protect your eyes and prevent injuries.

[mydear-corinthian]

love potion no. 9

sypnosis - attempting to make doctor jonathan crane be in love with you using your love potion

pairing - jonathan crane x reader (pharmacist!)

warnings - SMUT +18, p in v, fingering, creampie, jealousy, reader attempting to poison crane

notes - rushed & based of my fav song, divider by cafekitsune

main masterlist | cillian murphy masterlist

You've been working as the hospital's pharmacist for a while now. The experience was a fifty-fifty. How strange to work under the walls where high-profile criminals are admitted in the city of Gotham.

One day, while you were working on your regular evening shift, a tall man wearing rectangular glasses and a black suit let out a small cough as he approached the window of the pharmacy's counter. Setting your pen down, you looked at this man. Your gaze met his blue eyes. You noticed how his hair was neatly styled.

There was a moment of silence before you brushed up your thoughts. "Can I help you with anything, sir?"

"I'm here to get the prescription I need."

"And what's your name, sir?"

"Doctor Jonathan Crane."

Your eyes widened, and the pen in your fingers dropped as you heard the name.

That's Jonathan fucking Crane?

He looked younger than you expected to be. You thought that the head psychologist was old so he's the only psychologist in the asylum allowed to prescribe medication.

"I— Please give me a few seconds to find it, Doctor Crane," you stuttered, immediately standing up and wengoing the back of the cashier to where all the anti-depressants and anti-psychotic medicines were stored.

"Hurry up. I don't have enough time to wait," he replied, rolling his eyes out of irritation.

After a few minutes, you finally saw a brown paper bag with his name on it. You immediately grabbed it and then stapled it to ensure that the medicines were safely secured. You walked up to the desk, placing the paper box on top of it in front of Jonathan.

"Thank you," he said, looking at the metallic nameplate on your uniform. "Miss (L/n)."

After that first interaction, he has been meeting you up again in the pharmacy. Taking his usual prescription medicines. After a few more visits, he started to make a few more chats rather than greetings. Asking you how you were, when's your schedule, etc.,

During those visits, you cannot help but feel something. The way you blush every time he compliments you. The way his delicate fingers meet yours when you give him the medicines. Or the way how he just looks fucking good.

One day, you waited for Jonathan to grab his prescription, so you waited. It's been a few hours and no Doctor Crane appeared. Taking a deep sigh, you continued to do your inventory as you waited for him to come.

After a few hours of waiting, a woman knocks on the glass of the pharmacy's counter. You greeted, letting out a soft smile despite being sad for not seeing the psychologist yet.

"May I help you, ma'am?" you asked.

"I'm here to get Doctor Crane's prescription."

Your ears perked up as you heard his name. Your back stiffens as your eyes widen. Why is she here? Why isn't Jonathan here?

"I'm sorry, ma'am; who are you?" you asked in confusion. "I'm sure Doctor Crane doesn't want his prescription medicines to be taken."

The women laughed at your question and your eyebrows met together.

"Oh, I'm his assistant, silly. Maybe his soon-to-be girlfriend? Not sure yet."

What?

Your stomach churned. A mix of sadness and anger rolled up your mind. You didn't know that Jonathan was interested in anyone. You thought that you would have a chance with him. You felt ill.

You stormed out right away, grabbing the papaer box with his name on it. Putting it in front of her harshly.

Forcing on a smile, you said, "Here's the prescription, ma'am."

"Thank you." the woman replied, grabbing the paper box before walking away.

Jealousy is buried all over your body. Bur you cannot help but feel insecure. She was indeed pretty. For sure Jonathan likes her too.

But you also felt mostly anger and jealousy.

As soon as your shift ended, you hurriedly grabbed your bag and went straight to your small apartment. Turning the doorknob, you entered your apartment and removed your shoe. Grabbing a pen and paper from your cabinet, you wrote different formulas for making something for him.

A love potion.

It does sound silly but you were so obsessed with him and you want him that badly. You felt like he was yours and you were his.

The remaining days stayed the same. The same woman grabbed Jonathan's medicines. The same anger and jealousy never left you. You continued in your potion, grabbing all the hallucinogens that you needed from the rmaprimacyou will spend your night making it.

After a week, you finally finished creating the spray. You choose to make the smell the same as your perfume; to let him know that he is yours.

Arriving at the Asylum, you set your bag behind your chair as you start to do your work. There were a lot of customers that day so you kept yourself occupied.

Finally, his assistant arrived.

She approached the glass with the same cheeky smile. "Jonathan's prescription, please."

Fuck, are they in the first-name business now?

Straightening your back, you said, "I think I'll give it to Doctor Crane myself."

The assistant's head turned to your direction with a face in disbelief. She placed her phone down.

"Why?" she asked.

"Doctor Crane requested a new medicine and it contains rare chemicals and it needs to be taken care of properly. This is the last medicine in our inventory so I suggest I'll be the one to give it to him." you lied.

"Fine. I don't care with whatever medicine he wants anyway. Your pharmacists can take catfish that. I'll just go take a quick dinner break, anyways." she replied, rolling her eyes before she walked away while busy typing on her phone.

As she walked away, you let out a sigh of relief. You grabbed the paper box at the back and then the spray you placed on a small glass sprayer in your bag, hiding it in your pocket.

"Hey, Adeline, I'll just give this medicine to Doctor Crane; he requested it," you said, showing him the paper box with his name.

"Yeah sure, no problem. I'll cover the cashier for you." your friend replied.

Letting out a 'thank you', you exited the pharmacy. You didn't know where his clinic was so you tried finding his name on the big board on the entrance of the hospital that was filled with all the doctors and their clinic rooms in the Asylum. You got up the elevator and pressed the buttons. You're confident with this. You checked the formula all over again and gave you the same result but you cannot help but feel how your heartbeat thumped aggressively.

It will work.

You went out as soon as the elevator doors opened. The whole floor was quiet and there were only a few people there, mainly janitors cleaning up. You walked while looking at the small paper in your hand where you wrote his room number.

You stopped your tracks as soon as you saw his name on a sign on a black door.

Dr. Jonathan Crane, M.D, Psy.D, J. Crim. Psychol.

Letting out a deep breath, your fingers opened the door. The entrance was small. A long cushion was on the right while the assistant/secretary's table was on the left— which was empty. There was another door in front of you, which you think is his office.

You knocked three times on the door, fixing your uniform and your hair. You gripped your pocket tightly, securing it.

Your eyes met him as he opened the door. His outfit looked the same. His hairstyles led properly. His rectangular glasses shined. Jonathan's eyes then met yours.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" he asked, not closing the door.

Fuck, he looks hot.

"I— I'm here for the prescription you needed, Doctor Crane," you replied, handing out the paper box with his name on your hand. "Your.. secretary said that she was busy so I decided to just give it to you instead of myself."

Jonathan's eyes still locking yours. "Oh. Well, thank you, (Y/n). Do you want to come inside?" he offered, taking the prescription in your hands gently, his fingers touching yours.

You felt a strike on your spine at the sudden short touch. Jonathan's touch was gentle and his hands felt soft.

"O-Okay.." you replied.

Jonathan opened his door widely, letting you come inside first and then him. His office was twice as big as the outside. His certificates hanging on the wall. A small scarecrow figure is displayed on the black shelves.

"Please, sit." Jonathan offered.

Nodding, you sat down. Your hand still clutching tightly to your pockets.

"How have you been?" he asked, leaning against his wooden table while you sat in front of him.

"I'm fine, Doctor Cra—"

"Jonathan. Jonathan is alright." he interrupted.

"Oh, right.." you nodded. "I'm fine, Jonathan. Lots of customers but still doing great. And you?"

"Same way either," he replied, removing his glasses as he looked at you and fuck, you find it so hot.

"So, your secretary.." you brought up the topic. "Is she your.. girlfriend?"

Your question made him laugh. Putting his glasses on he replied, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, she told me that she's your soon-to-be girlfriend so you know.." your hands never leaving your pocket.

Jonathan notices how your hands never leave your pocket. His eyes trying to know what you're hiding inside it.

"What's in your pocket?" he asked, changing the topic.

Fuck.

You sighed, giving up. You stood up and grabbed the spray in your pocket, spraying on his face a couple of puffs. You let out a relief.

His eyes squinted, attempting to rub the liquid off his face.

"How are you feeling, Jonathan?" you asked, walking towards him closely; your face getting closer to his as you trickled your fingers onto his soft face before letting your lips meet his. His hands gripped your waist softly as he kissed back, savoring each other's taste.

He finally opened his eyes and let out another laugh. You let go of him immediately, you were confused. It didn't work? But you were sure that the formula was right. You had the right chemicals. You had the best hallucinogenic chemicals in the city.

Unless..

"Let me guess.. love potion?" he asked, his lips painting a smirk on his face as he looked at you.

You panicked. "I— Why isn't it working?"

Your heels stepped backward while he moved forward. Your heart started to thump aggressively; you were panicking.

"Why isn't it working indeed." Jonathan's eyes grow wide as his lips curve into a smirk. "Well, there are only two options. Either your little experience was an absolute fail or I'm already in love with you."

The words coming out of your mouth left you gasping. He's right. There were only two options.

"But how about your secretary?" you asked.

Jonathan began walking much closer to you until both of your faces were inches apart; your waist hitting his desk. You can be sure that he can hear how loud your heartbeat is. You can smell his strong men's perfume from his neck and his wrists. You can see how ravishing his blue eyes really are.

"It's you. It's always been you." Jonathan confessed, his eyes getting soft as he looked at you.

After a few visits from the pharmacy, Jonathan started to take an interest in you. He observes how you tilt a strand of your hair to the back of your ear whenever he compliments you. How your things are always the same color which he thinks is your favorite. How your ears perked up whenever he brings small conversations about your expertise— medicines.

Jonathan's soft hands found their way to your hips, securing them; tthemknowow you were his. Your lower body sat on top of his black wooden table. His, then, lips crashed into yours again but delicately. You were shocked by the sudden confession and the kiss but you ignored it anyway; you kissed him back, gripping a fistful of his hair as the kiss deepened. The way his tongue met yours made you wet. He explored your lips and tongue, allowing him to savor your taste leaving a trail of kisses down your neck before sucking it, making you suddenly moan in pleasure.

"Ah yes," you moaned but immediately covered your mouth when you noticed how loud it was.

"Don't worry, love," he said in between kisses, continuing to mark your neck. "The whole room is soundproof. Scream all you want, doll."

The wetness in your panties became worse. Your breath hitched as he sucked that spot in your neck. His hands began to trail down to your thighs, his fingers tracing it. The tent in his pants began to be visible.

"Please— touch me, Jonathan.."

Jonathan's fingers now trailed in between your thighs, toying with your clothed clit under your skirt. The touch sends shivers down your spine. He can feel how wet you are and your white lacey panties.

His lips began to paint another sluggish smirk. "So wet for me already?" he teased.

"Please, Johnny. I need you," you cried in pleasure as his fingers started to massage your clit from your panties.

Jonathan removed your panties before throwing them off the floor. The cold air touching your sensitive cunt made you shiver. His thumb began to rub it slowly and then his pace fastened making you bob your head backward, your eyes closing as you felt the pleasure down there. The wet noise echoed all over the room. He then started to insert two of his fingers with no warning making you moaaloudud.

"Fuck!— Yes, Jonathan!"

You moaned as his finger hit that spongy spot there. Your toyed pussy clenching around his fingers. His thumb circling figure eights on your clit. Back arching, your legs squirmed.

Jonathan's fast pace made you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, feeling more wet. Your moans were getting louder and louder.

"Jon.." you moaned. "I'm close."

"Go on," he whispered, you can feel his hot breath on your neck. "Cum on my fingers."

Jonathan's pace quickened until your orgasm flowed. His fingers were coated with your white juices. Jonathan brought up his fingers to his tongue, licking it clean as he tasted your juice.

"Mhm, sweet," he smirked.

Even though you just came from your orgasm, you still have that desire for more. You want him to take you. You want to feel him.

Jonathan gave you a small sweet kiss before his hands found their way to his black trousers, unzipping them; his erection can be clear through his boxers.

"You want me that bad, huh?" he teased. "I think you're the one who drank that potion of yours."

His voice was deep, husky, and raspy which made you want him more. He removed his black blazer, leaving him with his white long-sleeved polo and a tie. You began to unzip your skirt as well, tossing it on the floor. He kisses you again deeply.

As soon as he removed his boxers, his cock sprung out. He was bigger than you expected and veiny. Jonathan began to align his cock to your dripping and aching hole and then inserted himself fully.

"Fuuuckkk—" he groaned as he felt your tight walls take him. "You're so tight."

You gasped as you felt his length take you; a loud hiss escaped from your lips.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" he genuinely asked as he noticed you hissed.

Shaking your head, you gripped his broad shoulders. "No— I'm fine. Just keep going."

Jonathan started to slowly thrust inside you, taking no rush which you appreciated. He was gentle. Your legs locked his hips as you embraced his shoulders with your arms.

"I've been dreaming about this since—" he let out a low groan as his hips moved closer to you . "..the day I saw you. Fuck, you're beautiful."

His thrust quickened, making you moan. Your tits were bouncing at every move he makes. Your eyes were completely shut, your head rolling back as you savored the pleasure Jonathan gave you. The way his tip hit your G-spot made you scream a series of the most pornographic moans you've ever done.

"Oh my god! Yes yes yes!"

A smirk on his face was formed when he heard your lovely moans in his ears. Your moans are probably his favorite note. His baby blue eyes met yours when you looked at him. The way he was still wearing his sexy glasses made you blush more.

"You feel so good, my love," he said in between his thrusts. "Fuck— you're mine, okay?"

"Yes, Johnny! I'm—fuck— yours!"

All you felt was nothing but love and ecstasy. Every thrust, every moan, every kiss, and every touch coming from him makes you feel weak and pleasurable.

The table you guys were fucking on aggressively moves at every movement the both of you do. His files, ball pens, and other items fell from the table but none of you minded as your business was focused somewhere else.

A feeling of wetness and and closeless throb in your stomach. Jonathan abusing your sensitive spot with his fat cock didn't help. Your moans and his grunts synchronize together as the both of you feel close.

"I'm gonna cum, love. Where do you want it?"

"Inside, please! Fuck! Fill me up, please please please!"

"My princess wants me to fill her up, yeah? Alright then."

After a few more aggressive thrusts, you felt your orgasm came. His cock was now stained with your cum as he continued.

"Gonna cum now, doll. Take it, baby. Yes yes yes!" Jonathan groaned as he finally came inside you. His dick spurts out his hot white cum inside your walls. Jonathan, then, pulled out; a mix of his load spilled out in your hole.

"Fuck, look at that," he said, watching it dripped to his black table.

Jonathan gave you another kiss but this time, it was passionate. His lips let out a series of compliments which made you flustered and blush at the same time.

"I guess I'll be the one who'll give you your medicines now," you teased.

"I look forward to that, my love."

After dressing up again, Jonathan guided you to the door, not wanting you to be late for your shift. As soon as he opened the door, the both of you were greeted by his assistant who just came in.

"Doctor Crane and... Miss (L/n)... Didn't expect you to visit here." the female assistant said, clearly not expecting you at all.

"Natalia, clear out my schedule this Friday. I'm going on a date with Miss (L/n) here." Jonathan said, making you blush at the sudden invitation.

His assistant's face turned into a frown and anger but tried to let out a fake smile before you and Jonathan left his clinic.

"Your assistant must be sad that I'm going out with you, Doctor Crane."

"Oh, baby... I'm only yours."

[donatellawritings]

cherry - should be ripe - r. jerimovich

pairing(s): richie jerimovich x f!reader

warning(s): language, prescribed drug-use, age-gap

song: coming down by the weeknd

The gloomy skies, filled with heaps of troublesome rain brought a dull grey hue of light into your apartment as you whisked the thin curtains in your living room apart. The thin straps of your tote bag digging into your shoulder as you allowed the overfilled bag to rest on the glass surface of your dining table. It had been almost twenty-four hours since you’d last spoken to Richie. Almost twenty-four hours since you his raspy voice and dry tone haunted the depths of your mind. Almost twenty-four hours since you’d clung to every minute detail you could, of the older man, and you brought yourself to ecstasy.

The abrupt shrill of the alarm blaring through the speaker of your phone hastily broke you from your thoughts as you glanced at the time: 3:15PM. Rushing to silence the alarm, you placed your cellphone onto the dining table, a low sigh leaving your lips as you rummaged through your tote bag, pushing your fingers past your laptop and textbooks, sifting to the bottom of the bag, before your fingers grabbed ahold of your pill bottle.

As much as you hated it, you knew that you needed these pills. Your bouts with anxiety and depression left you a shell of yourself, a worrisome mess who couldn’t stop herself from fling as if the world was about to cave in. Your movement towards the refrigerator being purely muscle memory and fluid as you swiftly placed the pill into your mouth, flushing it down your throat within seconds. You need this - you can despise it, but you need it.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, leaving the pill bottle to sit on the glass table as you glanced at the time once more.

It was now 3:17PM, and you couldn’t help but wonder about Richie. Did he like you? Was he busy at work? Was he thinking about you? Did he also resort to using the memory of your voice to bring him to an orgasmic bliss? God, you could only imagine how pathetic you’d look if he knew - if anyone knew of your lustful tryst.

Maybe you should text him, let him know that you were thinking of him … or would that be too much, too soon?

Sliding your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, you made your way to the bathroom, stopping still before your mirror as you too in your appearance. Your hair was slick and smooth, courtesy of the hair salon that sat around the corner of your apartment, your tired eyes lined with black eyeliner, lips tinted from the faded lipstick that you applied earlier that morning.

A part of you ached with anticipation as you allowed your mind to wander, once more.

What would Richie think, if he happened to see you in this very moment?

Biting your lip, you’d decided that you would text him, maybe tease him and remind the older man that last night was real, that you were real.

-

i’m still real btw

Richie exhaled out a smoke laced laugh as he read over your message. The small cigarette held between Richie’s long fingers secured in place as he leaned against the brick wall of the restaurant. Richie carefully tapped the small bunch of ashes off of the tip of his cigarette. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you. In fact, he found himself to be a bit calmer in the usually hostile environment of The Bear, his usually noisy psyche now just a bit quieter as it became preoccupied with the thought of you.

Richie ran his calloused hand over his shaven face, clearing his throat as he typed his reply back to you, before sliding his phone into the pocket of his black slacks.

good to know. last night felt like a fucking dream

Pushing himself off of the wall, Richie grabbed the suit jacket that hung over his shoulder, sliding his arms through the sleeves as he shrugged the jacket so sit comfortably over his body. The sound of the back door creaking caused the blue eyed man to glance over, a smile now tugging on his lips as he watched Tina, one of his most endeared coworkers exit the building.

“You heading out, T?” Richie called out, approaching the older woman as he pressed his cheek to hers with a kiss.

Tina warmly cupped her hand to Richie’s cheek, before pulling away with a huff, “Yeah, I have to go see my niece today, but you did good today, papa,” she consoled.

Richie opened his mouth to speak, the vibration of his phone hitting his leg as straightened his back, giving all of his attention to the woman before him.

“Shit, okay, uh - y’need a ride?” Richie offered, his fingers working to button the center of his ironed suit jacket.

Tina paused, pondering for a few seconds, before shaking her head with a thankful smile, “I should be good, Richie - thank you,” she politely declined.

“You sure?”

Tina laughs, proceeding to walk away from Richie, “I will see you tomorrow, Jeff.”

Richie watches closely as Tina walks away, a second vibration hitting his thigh causing his eyes to widen as he slid his hand into his pocket, “fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

it did. do you have time to it again tonight?

will have to be later though … i’m having company over :)

A small pang of jealous hit Richie’s chest, but was quickly diminished with a shake of his head. You’re not his, he barely fuckin’ knew you, not yet, at least. He really shouldn’t give a fuck who you have at your apartment, but there was still a small part of Richie that itched to know if it was another guy. Surely, you weren’t dumb enough to openly tell Richie about your plans, if it involved another man, but fuck, the dating scene these days was pretty brutal.

Richie hastily typed his response, the ounce of chill that he held onto throughout the duration of the day now dissipating as he stuffed his phone into his pocket, before entering the building and allowing the door to slam shut behind him.

have fun.

-

A swirl of anxiety ran rampant in your stomach as you read over Richie’s message - did you say something wrong? Your top set of teeth gnawed at the skin of your bottom lip as you rushed to respond. Maybe Richie wasn’t upset, maybe you were just overthinking those two words and adding a value to them that simply didn’t exist.

Deciding to leave the situation alone, you distracted yourself. Placing your headphones over your ears, you raised the volume to its maximum setting, before tidying random areas of your small apartment, despite it already being close to spotless. Whether it be shifting a random vase to sit at a different angle, or smoothing your hand over the pillows that decorated your hand-me-down sofa, you distracted yourself as much as you could.

So, you gave yourself two more tasks: make some coffee and change your clothes. Grabbing saucepan and a canister of Café Bustelo from your kitchen cabinet, you prepared the coffee, allowing the water to come to a boil before mixing in the coffee grounds. The strong scent of coffee filled your apartment as you made your way to your bedroom, quickly swapping out your jeans and long sleeve for a tank top and leggings that hugged your curves just right.

The sound of the front door unlocking jolted you as you ran your fingers through your hair, “give me one second!” You shouted, quickly spraying yourself with the nearest bottle of perfume that sat on your vanity.

“It smells good in here, mamita!” Your aunt called out from the living room, the jingle of her keys hitting your coffee table like music to your ears.

You quickly rushed out of your bedroom, the sight of the short, curly-haired woman whom you’ve been blessed to have as your guardian angel aunt bringing a smile to your lips. Tina's eyes widened with pride as her bright brown eyes took in your matured appearance - you hadn’t seen each other in about six months, six months that felt like six years.

Pulling you into a hug with a hum of joy, Tina pressed a kiss to your cheek, her eyes glazed with happiness as she pulled away slightly, giving herself another chance to take you in, “You look so good, mama, wow!” Your aunt cooed.

Wordlessly, you nodded, before pulling your aunt in for one more hug, “I missed you, titi.”

The two of you held each other for a beat, before Tina pulled away, setting her coat down onto the sofa, before making her way into the kitchen, “Café Bustelo? Somebody’s been following her aunt’s footsteps,” she teased.

“Of course, titi,” you smiled.

Tina grabbed two mugs from your dish rack, carefully pouring each of you a steaming cup of the pure caffeine. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as she nodded towards your dining table, setting the two mugs down side by side as you both took your respective seats.

You silently thanked your aunt with a nod, before bringing the hot mug to your lips, taking short sip of the steaming coffee, watching as Tina’s eyes fell on the pill bottle that remained on the dining table.

Tina pauses, setting her mug onto the table, “Everything’s okay?” She questioned.

“Yeah, everything’s okay.” You sighed.

-

Richie’s day went to shit, the moment he re-entered the renovated building. Maybe it was the fact that the measly three hours of sleep that he’d gotten had caught up with him, or, perhaps it was the fact that he’d given too much of a fuck about what a girl he hadn’t even met in person yet was doing at her apartment. Truth be told, it was both, but Richie would never admit to it - he had too much pride.

Now, Richie stood in front of the mirror in his dimly lit bathroom, his eyes low and jaw clenched as he aimlessly kept his eyes on the reflection before him. He needed sleep and he knew that better than anyone, his bloodshot eyes hung low while he stared, his mind teetering back and forth with whether or not he should give you the benefit of the doubt.

And so, he did. Deciding to break the tension, Richie reached for his phone, sending you a peace offering message.

-

The company of your aunt was much needed, you didn’t remember the last time you laughed this much, or even felt one-hundred percent safe. The two of you were currently recovering from a fit of uncontrollable laughter, thanks to an exaggerated recounting of a childhood memory, courtesy of Tina. Just as the two of you steadied you breathing, the hum of your cellphone vibrating against the dining table caused the both of you to glance at your phone.

You opened your mouth to speak, a blush creeping to your cheeks as you slid your phone towards you, Tina decides to push, “anyone special?”

You lick over your suddenly dry lips with a forced laugh, “uh, I’m not sure.”

Tina leans forward, cradling your face in her warm hands, “promise me that you’ll be careful, okay?” She spoke, her voice stern, yet still loving.

“I promise-”

“No, I mean it, querida. Don’t let any of these guys fuck with your heart, okay? You’re too good for that,” She continued, her eyes pleading with yours.

“I promise.” You confirm, more to yourself than to your aunt.

“Good,” she pulls away, standing from the table as she collects her coat from the couch, “well, I’m going to leave you to have some alone time,” Tina returns to you, pressing her lips to the top of your head.

“I love you, thank you for coming,” you mutter, a wave of sadness crashing over you as your aunt pulls away and makes her way towards the front door.

“I love you too, I’ll be back in a few days, okay mamita?” She calls out, blowing a kiss to you, “make sure to lock up!”

And with that, the front door closed shut, you walked towards the door, ensuring it was properly locked before making your way back to the dining table. A stray tear managed to slip down your cheek as you let out a shaky breath.

“Ugh, don’t cry,” you scolded yourself, wiping your tears with the sides of your index fingers as you reached for your phone.

didn’t meant to be such a fuckin dick

i’ll be awake if u wanna talk

-

Richie stood at his window, watching as random cop cars blared their sirens down the street. Dressed in a Chicago Bulls jersey and black track pants, Richie adjusted his gold chain to sit comfortably over his chest. It had been about ten minutes since he texted you, his mind wracking with theories on who it was you were seeing and what is was that you were doing when the blare of his ringtone brought him out of his thoughts.

Fuck, he didn’t realize you’d actually call him, let alone this fast.

Suddenly wound up with anticipation, Richie accepted your call, biting back the smile that threatened to pull on his face, once you came into view. You looked so fuckin’ pretty.

Richie remained silent, taking note of the smudged makeup that stained your eyes just right, the way that your previously curly hair from the night before had been straightened, he also noticed that your eyes were puffy, silently praying that he wasn’t the reason for your tears.

It was Richie who decided to speak first, “I, uh, I’m sorry about earlier,” he began, leaning against the window sill, “I barely fuckin’ slept and I just-”

“I couldn’t sleep, either.” Your voice cut in.

Shit, Richie could melt right where he stood. He’d give anything to hear your voice for hours on end. Richie was a greedy fuck, and he knew that, yet he just needed to hear more from you - he craved it.

“You couldn’t?” He questioned.

With a short nod, you answered, “yeah, I mean, it just took a lot for me to actually fall asleep, y’know?” You stammered nervously, leaving Richie to wonder what it actually took for you to go to sleep, and if it was the same thing that rewarded him with those three hours of rest.

“Sorry to hear that, sweetheart.”

-

Sweetheart. The way the word rolled off of Richie’s hellish tongue with was smooth and silky, it inched its way towards your core. You couldn’t help but smile at the simple, yet earnest choice of wording.

You noticed Richie’s eyes, their bloodshot state more intense than the previous night, yet you decided to change the subject, “I really hope that I didn’t make you upset earlier, I didn’t mean t-”

Richie huffed, “nah, I was just being a fuckin’ jagoff, please don’t even worry yourself about that, alright?”

You remained quiet.

Richie shifts the camera, clearing his throat, “why don’t you tell me about your day, yeah? I see your hair looks different.”

Richie searched for anything, anything to break you away from that newfound wall of shyness that you had, guarding yourself from him.

You were still miles away, the usually comfortable loneliness that filled your home, now suddenly becoming a bit too apparent to you, following your visit from your aunt.

Yet, you answered the blue eyed man, “I got my hair done today, thank you for noticing.” You smiled softly, not wanting to scare Richie off with your sudden influx of emotions.

-

Richie felt like shit, a total fuckin’ jagoff. In his mind, he was the reason for your quietness - he got overzealous, too greedy. He didn’t mean to push you away - he’s just played the game too many times, hell, he was married once and that failed, so could you blame him for his romance woes?

“Well, listen, I’m sorry, alright?” Richie began, “I’m pretty good at fuckin’ things up and I don’t want to do that with you-“

“Richie, I am not mad at you,” you quickly interjected, “it’s just - today has been a lot, and I guess it just caught up with me.”

Thank fucking god, Richie lets out breath that he wasn’t even aware that he was holding in.

“But, tell me about you, I want to hear about your day.” You asked, inching a bit closer to the camera.

“I dropped my daughter off at school this morning, then I was at the fuckin’ restaurant all day which was a fuckin’ mess - seemed like I’m the only one who keeps shit together at that fuckin’ place,” Richie rambled, completely lost in his on words that he didn’t even realize that you’d moved to your bed.

-

You’d grown fond of Richie’s voice - it was raw, his tone rough and blunt as he spoke every word with conviction. Hearing him drone on and on about his series of events lulled you into a peaceful trance as you blankly stared at the camera, half-awake.

It wasn’t until your eyelids grew heavy that Richie’s voice caused your eyes to open fully.

“You should get some sleep, sweetheart, I could talk to you to death some other time,” Richie teased, you’d assumed he’d made his way to his own bed by the sudden change of scenery.

“No, I’m awake, I promise,” you argued.

Richie shook his head, “and I’ll be around when you wake up and feel like talking again, I promise.”

As you both voiced your farewells for the night, you couldn’t help but smile as you gazed up at the ceiling of your bedroom, endlessly hoping that Richie would keep his promise. It was as of this very moment that you knew that it would only be a matter of time before your need for him wouldn’t be fulfilled by mere phone calls, but by physical touch.

-

Richie couldn’t help but smile, silently thanking the dark environment of his bedroom for concealing his slip-up, “this fuckin’ girl,” he exhaled, allowing his eyes to flutter close.

He needed more of you. Fuck that, he ached for more of you - he’s a 45 year old man who knows what he wants and you’re slowly becoming more apparent in those plans. He had no time to waste, despite today’s minor setback - Richie had turned over a new leaf and was working on doing better being better for the restaurant. Slowly working on being more present for his daughter - and being less of a bitter jagoff to those he cared about most.

So that settled things into finality, for Richie. He needed to see you, to see if you’d be any different. in a face-to-face proximity. The thought of asking you on a date terrified him, his previous unsuccessful attempts now ringing in the back of his mind as he unlocked his phone.

Richie rushed to call you once again - quickly glancing at the time on his alarm clock: 9:23PM, Richie raised his phone to his ear, allowing it to ring, before he could pussy-out.

-

The shrill of your ringtone filled your ears, ripping you out of your light sleep as looked at your phone screen through squinted eyes - it was Richie.

Accepting the call, you brought your phone to your ear, “hi, Richie,” you spoke, your voice raspy from your short lap of rest.

“Hi, I know you’re sleeping, but, uh, I just wanted to ask you somethin’,” Richie huffed.

“Okay.”

“Okay, uh, I was thinking that maybe I could take you out to dinner one of these days,” Richie, began, his nervous stammers bringing a smile to your face, “y’know it doesn’t have to be too fancy, unless you’re into that, fuck, uh-”

With a laugh, you interrupted, “I’d love to go out for dinner, Richie.”

“Okay, yeah, yeah- uh, how about Friday?” He questioned, facepalming himself on the other side of the phone.

“Friday works for me.”

“Alright, I’ll pick you up, just send me your, uh, your address and we’ll sort the rest out … tomorrow?”

“Yes, Richie.” You agreed, your stomach flipping with an anxious excitement as you licked over your lips.

The two of you exchanged a round of awkward nervous goodbyes before you hung up for the night. It would be four days from now. Four days until you’d stand in the same room as Richie, breathe in the same air as him. Four days until you’d see whether or not your chemistry would exceed the confines of your cellphones.

The excitement was tantalizing, the slight fear that bit at you just adding the to delicious wave of anticipation that washed over you.

Four days. Four days and you would have all of the answers you’d need to see if it would be worth it to keep this affair going. Lord knows, you wanted it to keep going. Maybe you were just as greedy as the older man with tired blue eyes that had come to plague your mind.

You’d just wished that those four days would come and go fast enough.

-

that’s it for part 2 of this series - sorry if its a bit long, i was just really excited to explore the characters a bit just to give them some background lol <3 thank you for the much appreciated support on part 1, i can’t wait to publish part 3!

[ssokkasmoon]

Could you do headcanons for aang when reader gets prescribed glasses and they feel a bit insecure about wearing them?

ALSO!!YOUR WRITING IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE

Thank you so much!🎀 hope you like it

AANG WHEN READER IS INSECURE ABOUT WEARING GLASSES~

(He's aged up)

Aang thinks the glasses look cute on you. He always tells you how much he likes them and that they suit you well.

Whenever you take your glasses off because you feel insecure, he pouts and says "Put them back on, I miss seeing your eyes through the glasses."

Aang glares at anyone who teases or makes comments about the glasses ,upsetting you.

Might tease that person if they continue bothering you, saying things like "I think they're just jealous of how good you look!"

He gives you lots of compliments like "You're so beautiful/handsome/cute, the glasses just make your face even better." He thinks that you have nothing to be self-conscious about.

Extra hugs, kisses and affection whenever you feel down. Aang wants you to know that you are perfect just as you are.

Bonus scenario ~

As usual, Aang and you were spending some quiet time alone together in his bedroom. You were laying on his bed reading book while he was practicing on some of his new moves, But he found it hard to pay attention when you were there resting there on his bed.

He'd been staring at you adoringly for so long that you finally glanced over and caught him. "What?" You asked in your usual indifferent tone. "Nothing," he replied with a charming smile. But then a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. Before you could react, he reached over and deftly plucked the glasses from your face.

"Aang, what are you doing?" You protested as he swiftly put them on himself. "Hmm, not bad!" He turned to admire his reflection in the mirror. "Do I look as good in them as you?"

You rolled her your but Aang could tell you were about to smile . "Of course not. Now give them back."

"Make me," he teased with a wink. Knowing it would further rile you up, he leaned back casually against the headboard, legs stretched out, as if to say he wasn't planning on moving. You huffed in annoyance and lunged at him. But he was too quick. He grabbed your wrists to stop your attack while keeping the glasses securely on his face. You two wrestled playfully for a bit until you gave up with a glare.

Smirking in victory, Aang gently took off the glasses. He placed them back on your face himself, letting his fingers linger softly on your skin. "Here ,You look way better in them anyway, I promise," he whispered making your face flush red.

© 2024 ssokkasmoon

[presidentofthelipglossclub]

GUESS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS!!

in honor of my birthday here are some more rescue bots headcanons!!

they (as in constructed rescue bots) have extra color receptors which allows them to see more types of light than other bots, as well as advanced hearing (they’re also the only bots with noses so they have an extra sense)

all of them have outliers (its a requirement to be a rescue bot)

blurr changed his paint job (post s4, before he showed up in rid15) because heatwave and blades basically bullied him into it

the academy where they studied was on a moon of cybertron’s, and they actually spent very little time on cybertron itself. it was sorta like a field trip spot, and they went very infrequently

quickshadow was the academy's champion shot, and she won a bunch of competitions

the rescue bots all had specialties outside of what they actually did (heatwave was a history nerd, boulder studied xenobiology, blades took journalism, chase did psychology, quickshadow was a data analyst, hightide took astronomy)

hightide was actually friends with both orion pax and megatronus separately before they realized they all knew each other

in that same vein, servo and lazerbeak were longtime friends because they grew up together

optimus is so ridiculously tolerant towards whatever the rescue bots do that they actually have a running bet on how much they can get away with before optimus gets angry (he never once has)

blurr's reputation as most annoying bot ever has been intact since way before the war when he was a racer

blades got his name through an awkward mishap at an armory that heatwave never let him live down

related to that, all the rescue bots' "names" are really more of nicknames. their names are listed on documents but their primary identification is through serial numbers because they're cold constructs

boulder had a practically bullet proof reputation at the academy as the perfect student so whenever the others wanted to get away with something they always involved him

when salvage heard about DIY's he got super into them and started making tons of pointless stuff. he never even followed the good channels, only stuff like troom troom

chase succumbs to peer pressure ridiculously easy

heatwave gives really good advice but only on accident

quickshadow and hightide like to hang out and trash talk optimus whenever he does something they don't like

blades only has field medicine training, he's not cleared for any actual treatment outside of an emergency (he can do first aid and EMT stuff but can't, like, prescribe things or do surgery). this has not stopped him from trying things though.

salvage is actually from one of cybertron's colony worlds, but he grew up on cybertron

ok here's a fun little surprise in honor of my birthday: the humans are also included in headcanons!!

kade was actually very good at gymnastics, he just got bored of it

chief burns needs glasses but he prefers to wear contacts

dani had a very extreme scene core phase, and her hairstyle is a remnant of that

frankie has super high government security clearance as a super genius and daughter of one of the world's best scientists, so she knows all kinds of military secrets

doc greene and chief burns met in childhood, doc's family moved away, and then when he got older he moved back to griffin rock and reunited with the chief

graham is the biggest night owl because of college. sometimes, when he has trouble falling asleep, the bots invite him to movie night and they all watch reruns of old movies or shows

building off that, there are two kinds of movie night: the first is with the whole burns family, rescue team, and sometimes others such as optimus or the greenes. the second is less of a movie night and more of a "we need something to do while the humans are sleeping, let's watch trashy tv all night." this kind of movie night is really just the bots (minus whoever has night shift)

professor baranova actually used to be pretty upbeat, although she was a bit misunderstood because she's neurodivergent (i also headcanon that after the whole living underwater for 28 years thing she developed DID and multiple alters to cope with the loneliness, so she's now a system)

woodrow and optimus are in a qpr. optimus refers to him as his amica, and also privately thinks of him as his human partner

doc greene at some point developed a working synthetic energon formula completely independently. when ratchet first met him (post war, probably right before he was hired to work at the rescue academy) and learned about this he lost his shit

bumblebee and dani race together all the time when he visits

this is where i'm gonna stop this post, because it's pretty late for me lol. it was my birthday today, so happy birthday to me!!

also y'all PLEASE talk to me abt any of these headcanons i will be thrilled to elaborate!

[octaviasdread]

Dead Poet Date Hc's

Anderperry - Chased by Walt Whiskers

When Todd's publisher demands that he use social media, his manager, Ginny, couldn't have envisioned this.

Accidental sweater thirst traps aside, it's Walt Whiskers driving Todd's media engagement. It's Walt Whiskers who guest stars at his poetry readings, and it's Walt Whiskers who Ginny hires a social media manager for.

Who knew his anxiety aid could be such a traitor?

Because when Todd meets Neil his life goes to shit.

Working in media had, of course, given Todd the expectation that his cat's manager would be attractive. Todd can work with attractive. He can ignore attractive, usually.

But nothing about Neil is normal. He's tall, extroverted, and a Shakespearean actor to boot.

He's not arrogant, gym-obsessed, or suppressing the temper of a stage mom. Neil is a regular guy so in love with his poorly paid job that he decimates his sleep schedule and runs ragged to pay his rent by managing the city's theatre socials.

So Ginny, like any good friend, ropes Neil in before her boss at Todd’s publishing house even finishes the call.

Unfortunately, Todd is a homebody. He is a poet with a Wikipedia page branding him a 'recluse,' and the thing about influencers is they have to exist outside.

Ginny compromises at first. Every shoot is scheduled in darkened, private spaces.

Todd watches each time as Neil's brows raise in perfect, incredulous arcs. He doesn't comment. Instead, Neil hoists Walt onto one of his ridiculously high hips and takes a walk to 'check the light.'

Todd's lungs expand.

To Neil's credit, he tries. Todd finds indoor photoshoots awkward enough as he poses with his lacklustre smile, torn notebooks, and Walt Whiskers perching irritably on his lap.

The outdoor shoots are worse.

"Poetry is supposed to stir you up!" Neil's voice projects through Central Park as he gesticulates wildly. "You look as stirred up as a cesspool."

"I'm not like you."

"Don't you think you could be? People listen to your words, Todd. Now let them meet you."

"I thought you were here for Walt."

Neil rolls his eyes, "you are Walt, dummy. Come on, let's break for coffee."

So they order drinks and commiserate through quotes, exchanging words from Tennessee Williams and Kafka until Todd is comfortable enough to allude to his own.

And when Todd isn't looking, Neil gets the Instagram reel. It's the perfect shot of Walt Whiskers wearing Neil's glasses as he slowly blinks at Todd quoting from his supposedly 'aesthetic,' ink-stained notebook.

With a trendy sound bite, the post explodes.

Todd's latest book flies off the shelves. So naturally, Ginny hauls them into her office to talk strategy.

Strategy, in Ginny's world, translates to valentine date.

"It's logic," Ginny dismisses. Tinny music pours from the speakers as the Hudson River Company keeps her cell phone on hold. "Your latest collection is called, Tides of Love, Todd. I'd be an idiot not to set up a romantic dinner cruise for PR.”

"I'm not sitting there with my cat." Todd turns and appeals to Neil for help. "Tell her what people will think."

Neil opens his mouth, but Ginny cuts him off.

"No." She shoots a firm look at them both. "I know for a fact that neither of you have valentines plans. Take the cat together and secure us a bestseller."

They take the cat.

Todd spends all night pulling at his tux. Walt has no such reservations with his mini paw-printed bowtie. Instead, the damn cat has every waitress sneaking chicken under the perfectly pressed tablecloth.

If he were a better pet owner, Todd would've noticed. In a better world, Todd would've stuck to the no-chicken diet Walt's vet prescribed. But in this world, his cat's manager is wearing a tux.

Neil could be a Hollywood star sitting there under candlelight. With the wine in his head and the river waves in his stomach, Todd wants to take Tides of Love and write it anew.

But he doesn't.

Todd pokes at his Michelin star meal. It may be pathetic, but valentines are valentines no matter how fake.

He crumples a napkin and drops it over the camera lens.

There are no witnesses when Neil pets Walt, his long, delicate fingers brushing Todd's own. Nobody shares how they linger, how they curve, almost taking Todd's hand to hold.

And when Neil makes a determined and tipsy climb up the deck, Todd doesn't turn, doesn't direct his stare away. He finds himself laughing and scrambling to race against Neil's impossibly long legs. With a fire inside, Todd snatches up the lookout post, throwing drunken taunts out in his wake.

With flushed cheeks and Walt warm in his arms, Todd isn't a tentative poet or a hermit half in early retirement. He's Jack flying high through the clouds. He's bold and he's reckless in his dreams, and in his love for a Shakespearean Rose.

Like every ship, Cupid's Arrow sweeps Todd happily into the deep.

It's only with his hangover the inevitable sinking begins. His iceberg is the size of date night floating up his fyp with over 20,000 hits.

A heart-shaped button has never cut so deep.

But with engagement comes sales and not one, but two, NY Times bestsellers, so the poet and media manager keep taking Walt on contracted dates.

Cafes roll into museums, picnic dates, and late-night Broadway shoots.

Walt poses while Neil charms and draws Todd closer and closer into their extroverted orbit.

By April, Todd's poems hang from the walls backstage at Circle in the Square. He walks between frames correcting and composing while Walt scurries beneath seats, and sniffs for wet food pouches stashed under stacks of Neil's scripts.

It's a routine, Todd tells himself. It's enrichment to exercise Walt. It's his typewriter stored as a video prop amongst the leafy crowns and Yorick skulls at home in Neil's dressing room.

It's this home the poet follows, each purr and smile like catnip until he finds himself curling up during rehearsals behind painted, woodland sets. His poems layer across the orchestra, snatches of Neil's soliloquy, and the beat of paws on wood as Todd opens his words and world to TikTok Live.

With these unique readings come sponsors, and with sponsors come trips.

As spring creeps in, Ginny packs them off on a brand deal supplying a '57 Chevrolet Corvette for the road Coney Island.

They shoot Walt in the driver's seat like a city-dwelling Grace Kelly in sunglasses and a scarf. In a second snap, Neil lounges on the red bonnet in a line of Times Square traffic, and Todd is blurrily backlit by Battery Tunnel in a final car shot, the winning polaroid cover for his upcoming collection, Epigraphs for Nostalgia.

The road to true love has never felt so smooth.

Todd knows it can’t last, but he clings to this day straight from the brand’s vintage guide to teenage dates.

Roll after roll fills with charmingly juvenile snaps.

They wave from Deno’s Wonder Wheel. Product placement smears Coney Cone's ice cream over Walt's nose, while Neil and Todd squabble over film and notebook sheets which fly loose to scatter like snow on the boardwalk.

"I told you," Neil whoops, "those dead drafts want to fly!"

Chastened by staff, but thrilled with the candid, self-timer snaps, the poet and media manager take one more shot.

"Come on," Todd grumbles, wrestling Walt into an admittedly dingy photo booth. "You can't take care of yourself."

Walt meows in protest. But the curtain falls and traps both man and cat as Neil slides onto the bench.

Flash. Walt pressed nose to nose with Todd. Flash. Todd squawks while Neil howls at the ice cream Walt smears on Todd's nose. Flash. Walt leaps and Neil dives into Todd's lap in an effort to catch the escaping cat. Ding!

Pink hearts float in bubble letters like cotton candy across the screen: Kisscam Count.

Descending digits blink in and out.

Three.

The poet freezes. His cat's media manager glances up, his body still sprawled across the poet's lap.

Two.

Neil inhales.

One.

The final lines of Epigraph for Nostalgia linger on the seam of Todd's lips.

“Carpe Diem," he mutters.

There's a flicker.

An image appears of an Instagram crashing kiss.

[soupedepates]

Louis belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author

Louis gave me the contact information of a midwife. He said she's nice. That even if she isn't supposed to work today she can see me, I just have to say I come on his behalf.

Zuza Majak. She had a thick Slavic accent on the phone. The Polish diaspora is so tight-knit here oh my god.

Well, my whole family is made of immigrants, and boy did we migrate. When my mother was expecting me, they travelled half the world. It's easier to flee a war when your folks are loaded. Were loaded. And I cut all ties. My parents tried to make us assimilate in Denmark with good Nordic names, just for us to end up in France. Got so white-washed in appearance people have never guessed what my ethnicity is. You only know when I've brought you at least once at my family's place, or if you're part of the gang...

Damn, am I really thinking 'bout that stuff while going to the Polish midwife? For fuck's sake Dom, you're turning into your granny.

I knock at the door. I hear someone's steps. Then the door opens on a skinny yet square-shouldered woman, with stern glasses and grey eyes.

"Domhildr Lulea?"

"The one and only", I smile.

"Come on in."

She lets me in her office. Neat place. Everything is classified. Some posters about prevention, pregnancy, contraception... Welp, classic midwives' stuff.

"I was told by the Planned Parenthood you already got the information appointment with their doctor and Louis sent you to me because we are going to run out of time and they're overwhelmed these days, correct?"

"...Yes? Wait, are you just writing up a prescription and lemme on my way? That easy?"

"You already got the first appointment, miss. There is no counter-indication for drug-induced abortion in your medical file", she assures. "Yet... I am reading that you have had previous abortions. And you're quite young too."

I am ready to hit that bitch if she starts to slutshame me. I swear to the big G.

"I see you are already on the pill, do you suffer from chronic migraine or difficult transit?"

"I... yeah. Due to stress. I take over-the-counter stuff."

She smiles faintly.

"And I suspect you don't take it perfectly. The pill, I mean."

I am fucking mesmerized. I got berated so many times by medical pros about my "irresponsibility". A obgyn called me stupid. Twice. Yet this woman sounds so... gentle?

"It lowers the efficiency of the pill", she explains. "Which is, surprisingly, something a lot of youngsters - and older people - aren't taught. Would you like an IUD? It is not perfect and I'd like you to be screened for a lot of stuff AND get an echography to make sure you don't have any uterine difformity beforehand, but it is safer pregnancy wise."

"I have to answer now or I can think 'bout it?"

"You have all the time in the world. This is just a suggestion. Do you want to see me again in about two-three weeks or do you prefer I redirect you to the Planned Parenthood's doctor?"

"...For what?"

She looks puzzled.

"Well, you know the drill... To check if your pregnancy is very much terminated."

"I never went to those appointments." More like I felt so humiliated I just wanted never to see their faces again.

"Oh." She has, like, a disbelieving laugh. "It is preferable you come, but it's a free country."

"I'd rather have a woman to do that. And I kinda like that office", I admit. I kinda like the fact she does be nice. No. She isn't nice. She is gentle. And non judgemental.

I like that in someone.

"So, in two weeks, on Thursday, is it good for you?"

"Perfect."

"Here's your prescription", she says while handing me the paper. "Those painkillers are really strong, so you won't be in too much pain. You take this medication first. Then, the next day, you take this one. Don't hesitate to take the painkillers. They are lifesavers. And..."

She hands me another sheet.

"You address this to social security, okay? I am prescribing you three days of sick leave. You'll need them."

She lets me speak for a while after that. She doesn't insist for a rape kit after I've stated specifically I REALLY don't want to do it. Which is. Appreciated. Spot on, Mrs Majak. I like that in a woman.

"...How much do I owe you? I'm not sure social security gonna cover this as Louis told me you're not supposed to work today."

"It's fine. I'm not charging you an extra fee. You can find what you owe me on the prescription. Just fill in the paycheck and scan your social security card, okay?"

"...And what about the prescription?"

"Everything is 100% covered by universal health care", she smiles. "An abortion is difficult enough to live to add money-related worries to your burden."

She stands up, signalling the end of the consultation, and walks me to the door of her office.

"See you in two weeks", she says. "You've got this."

I wave her goodbye. And I leave to the pharmacy, with a lighter heart and some hopes for the future.

[softpine]

Two things: (1) would love some behind the scenes thoughts on your most recent post, especially regarding the background convo Elaine is having (her reactions aren't shown and I just feel like she could be so helpful in piecing some things together/formulating theories) and (2) I'm especially curious about Finn's book selection. What was your thought process when you picked them? Which are his favorites and why? Do some of the themes of the stories, symbols, lessons, or characters line up with Frozen Pines or specifically Finn's arc in general? I love pretty much every single book in Finn's stack and my brain has been going wild all day analyzing them lmao!

thanks for asking!! so originally i did include elaine's dialogue too, but i found it really wasn't necessary and i was able to include more hints by cutting out all the transitions between each piece of information. the thing i found interesting is how lucy is reluctant to speak to them about who finn was as a person, because that's where the majority of her guilt lies. asa and elaine are certainly not the only people who've asked her to talk about her son, and she must know how bad it sounds that she can't name more than 1 thing about him. it clearly causes her a lot of distress. so when asa leaves the room, elaine doesn't bother asking her more questions about griffin -- she gets right down to business, talking about the case, not the person. and lucy opens up to her immediately, because this is easier to detach from. she feels secure in the knowledge that she did everything she could after finn went missing; she has no guilt over that. here's a full breakdown of everything she was saying:

(… why I called my sister first — ’cause that’s where he would’a gone! I never thought something bad happened to him, just thought he ran off …) the first question elaine asked is "why did you wait so long to call the police?". finn ran away from the camp site in the evening, and no one noticed until the next morning, when everyone sobered up. lucy & richard didn't call the police for many hours, instead choosing to look for him themselves. lucy called her sister first, because she thought that would be the first place finn would run away to. when her sister told her she didn't know anything about finn coming to stay with her, then lucy called the police. by then they'd already lost a whole day of potential evidence.

(... come to find out, the only thing they took prints off was the cigarettes. Now tell me how that makes any sense, that a killer would stop to smoke Griffin’s own damn cigarettes? They never found ...) finn didn't smoke, but he did carry a pack of cigarettes in his back pocket at all times; mostly to look older. when his body was found, the cigarettes were also found, alongside a bunch of broken glass from a beer bottle. the police never took fingerprints from the bottle shards, only the cigarettes. this is ridiculous to lucy, and elaine agrees. the killer never would've touched the cigarettes. they used the bottle as a weapon, so if ever a fingerprint was going to be found, it would've been found there. but now we'll never know.

(... cousin was never the same. She got herself institutionalized, you know. She said she could see Griffin, hear him talkin’ to … ) this one is a deep cut lol. lucy's sister has a daughter, liz, who finn was pretty close to despite them living so far away. after he died, he spent most of his time following liz around, trying to talk to her. she couldn't see/hear him at first, but slowly she began to recognize his presence. she was terrified. eventually she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital, where she was prescribed heavy antipsychotics. at the same time, finn decided to leave her alone because he didn't want to scare her, so she falsely assumes she was hallucinating the whole time due to grief. this is when finn got so lonely & sad he basically hibernated for a few decades.

(... damn cruel, that’s what it was. They had no right to tell me that way. No right. Treatin’ me like a murderer ...) finn was missing for 2 weeks before his body was found. the police have long suspected finn's parents are the ones who killed him. as a way to get them to "crack" they decided to inform them finn was found dead while they were in the middle of a televised interview, so everyone would see their reactions. ever since, people have judged lucy & richard for how they went completely stone cold and "showed no emotion". elaine is angry on her behalf too, because there's no possible "good" way to react to that information. it was always meant to be a trap.

(... always getting himself into trouble. He used to be such a good kid, and then, well, I don’t know ...) elaine had to bite her tongue at this part. lucy is basically saying she doesn't understand why finn started getting in trouble at school, stealing things/money, fighting back against his parents (to some extent). she still doesn't understand the gravity of the abuse she played a part in. like no shit he started acting different after his most formative years were spent in survival mode 🙄

(... ’bout two months before our old friend Chris killed himself, cops brought him in again. Yellin’ at him. Telling him they had all this evidence they don’t got. He was …) she's talking about chris porter, steven's dad. the guy who jada saw a vision of and who asa sees in spirit form every night. steven also wondered if his dad might have killed finn. when steven himself was about to die and was briefly able to talk to finn, he said: "[Chris] came home late that night drunk out of his mind, and his shoes, his pants, everything was soaked. I know they were, 'cause he threw a shoe at me and I had to clean up the mud. And he was different after that. I never saw him smile, never again. When the cops finally came 'round, I lied and said he was home all night. He was my dad, what was I supposed to say?". but lucy clearly doesn't believe chris did it. elaine remembers hearing about chris' death (it's not every day someone decapitates themselves on the train tracks) so she was more curious about what evidence they claimed to have gathered on him. she's not sure she believes it was ALL a bluff on the police's part, but she doesn't say that to lucy.

sorry that was so long omfg but to answer your question about the books: i think the prevailing theme is mostly "books a 10, 11, 12 year old shouldn't be reading yet" -- not because i think pre-teens can't handle these types of themes, more so because i wish no kid could relate to them yet. these themes include forming concepts of morality and justice, feeling ostracized from society, lacking control over your own life, complicated family dynamics, loss of innocence, and of course, abuse. there are moments in finn's journal entries where he sounds exactly how old he's supposed to be, but mostly he just sounds so much older and more exhausted than he should be. he couldn't relate to most kids his own age, let alone books meant for his age range. instead, he took solace in horror and mystery novels because of these themes. stephen king is clearly his favorite; he has almost every book of his written before 1982. he also has a TON of books that were later turned into movies (some he was able to watch, some came out too late). i can't even list them, there's so many. he loved comparing film adaptations to the original work and he was a big fan of movies in general. the really sad thing is he writes about wanting to see blade runner and that he's going to read the book that inspired it first (do androids dream of electric sheep? is actually in his stack of books) but blade runner came out just a few months after finn died, so he never got to see it :(

oh and i also was going to scan my own copy of the outsiders and create some annotations that finn would've written (which is why lucy mentioned him writing in the margins in the last post). because the outsiders was my favorite book that i read when i was around finn's age and i can seriously quote it cover to cover, so i had plenty of ideas about how finn would've reacted to it. but i decided it just wasn't necessary after all those journal entries. maybe i'll still do it for fun someday lmao

[del-uxie]

to stop counting In which an Arasaka goon goes to therapy. (warning: a pinch of spice be careful..........)

Ever since you started working here, you’ve had to go to their shrink and not your own. The legs they paid for lock up if you try to do anything else while it’s on your schedule. If you had it your way, you’d stop going altogether. You can hardly stand looking at him, but he won’t prescribe you the drugs you need if you stop.

They gave you a man much like yourself, in many ways. When you get there, you like to hover in the hallway and let your optics watch him before he notices you. Today, the muscular man is sifting through various pieces of paper with deep concentration. He doesn’t move a lot or make any annotations. Just sits there, reading, occasionally looking up at the slowly-spinning ceiling fan.

Your pupil sweeps over his body. Yes, even the medtechs at Arasaka have to stay fit. Even so, there’s rumours that he wasn’t originally slated for this job at all. They say he was slated for head of security, or perhaps even personal bodyguard work. Groomed from a young age for the job. The very same job that you’ve sat your pretty ass in. He can’t have got very far though, because he has no scars and no chrome to show for it. There had barely been a glint of recognition at your shared destinies when you first met.

If he had better chrome, you think, he could see me spying on him right now. I could be an intruder and he wouldn’t notice, wrapped up in analog scraps like he is. Your eyes zoom out again. No point delaying the inevitable. After all, he’s not the one who’s ended up with a psych appointment.

The Beastmaster puts away his papers prematurely when he hears your heavy footsteps plonk down the corridor. With the amount you weigh, every step is calculated. It’ll get better once your body adjusts, but until now – you’re not aiming for speed, anyway. You’ll still be deployed for your usual work. It doesn’t make it any less frustrating how obvious you are.

His easy gaze meets yours. “Come in,” he says, gesturing to the black, perpetually uncomfortable therapist’s lounger just across from him. “You were a few minutes late, so we need to start right away.” Your therapist looks too big for his body in that tight Arasaka synweave suit of his. He has a slightly unshaven stubble, yet none of it threatens to betray his professionalism. Not even the long, barely-styled hair that trails down his back, which has never been in fashion at the corps. It would make him look bohemian if you didn’t know him better.

He tucks a few stray grey hairs behind his thin rectangular glasses. “Tell me how you’ve been feeling, Finn.”

Silence. A total gap. Every time he asked this question, all thoughts evaporated from your head. It was as if someone had scooped your brains out with an egg spoon.

The Beastmaster shuffled, attempting to get comfortable. Even though sitting around all day was the problem and not his position.

“I can’t help you if you don’t talk, Finn. This is a mutual relationship. Without letting me in, there’s nothing I can do for you.” The words wash over your head. What could you possibly say to a stranger? You look at the clock. Three minutes and forty-five seconds have passed. Now forty-eight. Now fifty...

“You know how it is.” You attempt to grunt out. Your voice sounds a little strange coming out of your mouth. It must have been a few days since you had to use it. You’ve just been so busy with work. “I get paid.” Somehow, the Beastmaster appears satisfied, as if these eight words mean anything to him. His pen is ready to be pressed to the paper. Agonisingly analog.

“Your words. In such little time, you convey so much.” He crosses his legs. “Do you think this pay is enough?” You mull it over, looking at his face for a little then at the clock again. You had chrome before, sure, but this stuff from Arasaka is top-notch. Every night you went out looking for more, you would never know whether the job would be your last. At least you know when Arasaka’s pushing you off a cliff. Yet...

“Hard to say.” The words haven’t given you as much time to think as you thought. He’s giving you that expectant look again. “I don’t want more eddies. Know that much.”

“But...?” The man offers. The steam of his coffee creates condensation on the window. “I’d say I miss being free.” You shuffle in your seat, this time, when the problem is that you’re a delusional wreck and not your position. “Truth is, I stopped being free the moment I stuffed my body full of this much chrome. Doesn’t matter whether I carry on the merc life or not. Final path is still the same.”

The Beastmaster nods. “Either a slave to your mind, or a slave to Arasaka. That’s why your co-operation is vital.” He finally starts scribbling something down. “What does your daily routine look like?”

You get up when you get a new call. Usually you sleep about one or two hours per day. Some time ago, you got a neural implant that compresses your brain activity so you still get the same amount of sleep as a full eight hours would give you. You’ve been having weird dreams lately.

“I’ve been having weird dreams, lately.” you start, before realising that isn’t what he wanted. What else? You eat breakfast. Drink some tar-black coffee. Do your shots. Take your pills like a good puppet. Puppet, you mouth, the sensation making your groin ache. Go piss. In the span of less than ten minutes, you’re ready for a day of work. You organise all the security teams in different parts of the world. Communicate with team leaders. Identify threats as they arise. Provide advice and direct assistance where needed. Where often needed. You go crash whenever it looks like things aren’t dying down (usually a bad sign), but when things stop changing. Then you wake up when someone needs you again and the cycle repeats itself.

“I know you didn’t ask. My dreams are probably more interesting than my schedule to a man like you.” Even you don’t know what you mean by that. The Beastmaster looks surprised, even bemused. He puts his pen down.

“Hm. If you say so.” He glances at the clock. “We have time to spare, and I can tell you’re still good to take your drugs without abusing them. You have your prescription,” he says, eyes flashing as he wires the authorisation to you, “It’s up to you whether you stay or not.”

A challenge. You always accept a challenge.

“I’ve got a feeling it’s down to my NoSleep,” you begin, tentatively. “But I’ve been having these really vivid dreams. They feel real – not surreal like lucid dreams, I’ve had those before when I was...” You remember trying this step-by-step guide with one of your nomad friends when you were barely past being a teenager, and smile to remember it. “More flesh than I was chrome.” Your therapist nods, urging you to continue.

“I’m floating in the middle of space.” You’re floating in the middle of space. “There’s something in the distance, but I can’t quite make it out.” There’s something in the distance, but you can’t quite make it out.

Then  it comes into focus.

Everything  else is gone. Where were you, before? You don’t remember, but it doesn’t even  matter. Your hands are still chrome, you’re still you. You can see Earth from  here. The sun is so hot and so bright that it would blind anyone with off-brand optics. You’re drifting, and the sensation is nice. The stars are  still distant, and you’re infinitesimal compared to them.

Something  starts to approach before long. It’s a green, winding figure that curves  around planets and galaxies near and far. It approaches you, then you get a  long, horizontal view of it. A green, reptilian snake with a rogueish grin and apple-green cheeks. Faster than it should be for its size, it winds and  contorts like the dragons you’ve seen on parade, only real and far more  majestic for it. Lightning flashes from its mouth occasionally, illuminating  the vacuum of light for the first time in millennia.

You think you’re safe, but it seems to notice you, eventually. It turns to you,  and slowly approaches. You know your life should be flashing before your  eyes, but it’s strangely empty. When it’s mere centimetres from your face,  you can see your reflection in its well-polished scales. You’ve made a habit  to stop looking in mirrors. These days, they don’t even work unless you tell  them to.

You  don’t recognise the man in front of you. Instead of a man, there’s a perpetually shifting grey cloud from which you can make out eyes. Eyes that bulge yet appear two-dimensional, flickering in and out of existence. You can till see your fangs, though. They’re unnaturally white in the fog, as if lit from within. So are your eyes, even though you don’t wear contacts.

Your  stomach lurches.

Something  is going to come out of there fast and there’s nothing you can do to stop  it.  The metal in your chest warps and  cracks. Several readings start to go haywire. A green snake begins to erupt  from you, until there is barely anything left of your shell of a body. Your  consciousness – your mind – it doesn’t go with the snake, though. Or maybe  not yet. You hope not yet.

You’re  delirious, scraps and spacedust barely holding it together with the last bits  of power your battery tried to transfer to you. All you hear is a voice – it sounds like a woman.

“I  know you gave it all up a long time ago, Finn, but there’s one last thing  that only you can do. Because of what you are.”

A warm sensation on your chest.

And  a sinking feeling that your days are numbered.

The Beastmaster doesn’t say anything as he listens to your half-baked explanation. You know you’re not putting it into the most sensible words possible. He’s interested at first, then concerned, and then just plain attentive. When you’re done with it all, all he has to say is this:

“Do you think it’s prophecy?”

“Wh- I thought you weren’t supposed to be encouraging my delusions, Doc.” Your face furrows.

“It’s a dream, not a delusion. Unless you seriously believe it was real.”

Do you? You’ve believed worse. Believed a whole squad of mercs-for-hire Arasaka had lined up for you were scavvers looking to steal your chrome. They had really been out to get you, and though you’ve repented and recognised the symptoms of your mental illness... you still believe they were. Arasaka set you up, and they’re still... still... no, no. You’re fine now. You’re not paranoid. You’re doing your job. You’re getting paid. One foot in front of the other.

This is different. Feels more...

“It feels like a message, if that’s what you’re asking. Maybe from my subconscious.” You shuffle. It might be the chair, actually, not you or the position. These things were designed for form, not function. From the way your therapist’s desk is (not) organised, you have a feeling the Beastmaster feels the same way.

“Subconscious. Not a word I hear from you a lot, Finn.” He smiles. It’s hard to tell if it’s genuine or not. He sees so many people every day. “You’re making real progress, believe me.” You resist the urge to scoff. You want to believe he means it. Your heart claws at stability every day. These little promises mean everything to you, in spite of what you’ve become. He puts his papers away – you didn’t even notice him taking all those notes – and shuffles them into a neat little stack. “That’s us for today, but for homework, I want you to think about what it means for me. Maybe consider keeping a dream journal if they persist, and we can work on them next week.”

You nod as you leave. You’re halfway down the hallway as you turn, even though you shouldn’t. Just out of habit.

The Beastmaster looks at the stack he’s just made with utter despondency. He looks into the dregs of his coffee cup, swirls it around a bit, then puts the kettle to boil again. After watching the kettle bubble and shake, he starts talking into an earpiece.

It has to do with another patient. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, and walk down the corridor. There’s a convoy to intercept, and you were supposed to be there yesterday. An hour ago, sure, but even that, well...

It feels like yesterday to you.

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Tips for Keeping Your Oflin Tablet Safe and Secure

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Protect from Light: Oflin Tablets are sensitive to light. Store them in their original packaging or an opaque container to shield them from light exposure.

Keep Away from Children and Pets: Store Oflin Tablets out of reach of children and pets to prevent accidental ingestion.

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Oflin Tablets are prescribed based on individual health conditions and needs. Avoid sharing your medication with others, even if they have similar symptoms. Sharing medications can be dangerous and may lead to inappropriate use or adverse reactions in individuals for whom the medication is not suitable.

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Maintain a record of your Oflin Tablet prescription, including dosage instructions, potential side effects, and any other relevant information provided by your healthcare provider. Having this information readily available can help you adhere to your treatment plan and address any concerns or queries effectively.

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How to Protect Your Eyes While Enjoying Your Favorite Sports—Even If You’re Near-Sightedness!

When you're out on your bike, superbike, four-wheeler, or any other high-speed vehicle, there's no denying the thrill of the ride. The wind in your face, the open road ahead—it’s an exhilarating experience. But, along with the excitement comes a need to protect your eyes from various elements like wind, dust, rain, insects, and even stones kicked up by other vehicles.

Why Eye Protection Is Crucial

Whether you’re zooming down the highway on a superbike, navigating rugged terrain in a four-wheeler, or simply enjoying a leisurely bike ride, your eyes are exposed to multiple hazards. The wind can cause your eyes to dry out, dust and rain can obstruct your vision, and even a tiny insect or pebble can cause severe discomfort or injury.

That’s why sports-specific eyewear is a must-have. These protective glasses are designed to shield your eyes from all these elements, allowing you to focus on the road or trail ahead. But there's a catch: most of these protective glasses are not prescribed, meaning they don’t offer vision correction for those who are nearsighted (myopic).

The Dilemma for Near-Sighted Riders

For people with nearsightedness, this poses a significant challenge. Wearing non-prescription sports glasses over your regular prescription glasses is uncomfortable and impractical. It often leads to a less secure fit, increased fogging, and reduced peripheral vision—none of which are ideal when you’re traveling at high speeds or navigating tricky terrain.

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What to Expect During Phacoemulsification Cataract Surgery

Cataracts, a common condition often associated with aging, can significantly impact vision by clouding the eye's natural lens. Fortunately, advancements in medical technology have made cataract surgery, particularly phacoemulsification, a safe and effective solution for restoring clear vision. If you or a loved one are preparing for phacoemulsification cataract surgery, understanding the procedure and what to expect can help alleviate any concerns and ensure a smooth recovery process.

Understanding Phacoemulsification Cataract Surgery

Phacoemulsification is the most common technique used for cataract surgery today. It involves the use of ultrasound waves to break up the cloudy lens into small pieces, which are then gently suctioned out of the eye. This procedure is performed under local anesthesia, meaning you'll be awake but your eye will be numbed to ensure you remain comfortable throughout.

Before the Surgery

Before your scheduled surgery at EyeTech (https://eyetech.in/), your ophthalmologist will conduct a comprehensive eye examination to assess the severity of your cataracts and ensure your eyes are otherwise healthy. This examination helps determine the appropriate power of the intraocular lens (IOL) that will be implanted during the surgery to correct your vision.

Day of Surgery

Anesthesia: You will receive numbing eye drops to prevent any discomfort during the procedure. A mild sedative may also be offered to help you relax.

Incision: A small incision, typically less than 3 millimeters in size, is made in the cornea to access the cataract-affected lens.

Phacoemulsification: Through the incision, a tiny probe emitting ultrasound waves is inserted. These waves break up the cloudy lens into small fragments, which are then suctioned out of the eye. This step aims to clear the pathway for the new artificial lens.

Insertion of Intraocular Lens (IOL): Once the cataract is removed, a folded IOL is inserted through the same small incision. The IOL unfolds inside the eye, positioning itself securely behind the pupil and iris, where the natural lens used to be.

Recovery and Post-Operative Care

Rest and Follow-Up: Your ophthalmologist at EyeTech will provide specific instructions on caring for your eye post-surgery, including how to administer prescribed eye drops, when to schedule follow-up appointments, and any restrictions on activities.

Vision Improvement: Many patients experience improved vision almost immediately after surgery, with continued enhancement over the following days and weeks as the eye heals.

Long-Term Benefits

Phacoemulsification cataract surgery at EyeTech is highly successful in restoring clear vision and improving quality of life for those affected by cataracts. With advancements in surgical techniques and IOL technology, patients can often achieve significantly reduced dependence on glasses or contact lenses following the procedure.

Conclusion

Understanding what to expect during phacoemulsification cataract surgery can help you approach the procedure with confidence and peace of mind. If you or someone you know is considering cataract surgery, consulting with a qualified ophthalmologist at EyeTech, such as those at EyeTech (https://eyetech.in/), can provide personalized guidance and ensure the best possible outcome for your vision health.

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A Comprehensive Guide to Urine Tube, Feeding Tube, and Ryles (NGT) Tube Insertion at Home

In recent years, home healthcare has become an increasingly viable option for many individuals needing medical assistance. Among the procedures that can now be safely performed at home are the insertion of urine tubes, feeding tubes, and Ryles (nasogastric or NGT) tubes. While these procedures may initially seem daunting, with proper preparation and guidance, they can be managed effectively in the comfort of one’s home. This guide will provide detailed information on each type of tube insertion, including the necessary steps, equipment, and safety considerations.

Urine Tube Insertion at Home

Urinary catheterization involves placing a catheter into the bladder to drain urine. This procedure is commonly required for individuals with urinary retention, chronic urinary tract infections, or those who are bedridden. Here are the steps to insert a urine tube at home:

Equipment Needed:

Sterile catheter (size as recommended by a healthcare provider)

Sterile gloves

Lubricant (preferably water-soluble)

Antiseptic solution

Sterile drainage bag

Towel or absorbent pad

Syringe (if using a Foley catheter)

Sterile water (if using a Foley catheter)

Procedure:

Preparation: Wash your hands thoroughly and wear sterile gloves. Lay the patient in a comfortable, flat position, with legs slightly apart. Place a towel or absorbent pad under the patient’s buttocks to keep the area clean.

Cleaning: Clean the genital area with antiseptic solution. For males, retract the foreskin (if uncircumcised) and clean from the tip of the penis outward. For females, spread the labia and clean from front to back.

Lubrication: Lubricate the catheter tip generously to ensure smooth insertion and reduce discomfort.

Insertion: Gently insert the catheter into the urethra. For males, hold the penis perpendicular to the body and insert the catheter slowly until urine starts to flow. For females, spread the labia and insert the catheter into the urethral opening. Once urine begins to flow, insert the catheter about an inch further to ensure it is properly positioned in the bladder.

Inflation (Foley Catheter): If using a Foley catheter, inflate the balloon with the prescribed amount of sterile water using a syringe. This will keep the catheter in place.

Attachment: Connect the catheter to the sterile drainage bag, ensuring it is securely attached and positioned below the bladder to allow gravity to assist in drainage.

Secure: Tape the catheter to the thigh (for males) or to the abdomen (for females) to prevent pulling and ensure comfort.

Monitoring: Regularly check the catheter and drainage bag for signs of blockage or infection, and ensure the area remains clean and dry.

Feeding Tube Insertion at Home

Enteral feeding tubes are used to provide nutrition to individuals who cannot eat by mouth, have difficulty swallowing, or need nutritional supplementation. These tubes can be placed through the nose (nasogastric) or directly into the stomach (gastrostomy). This section will focus on nasogastric (NG) feeding tube insertion.

Equipment Needed:

Nasogastric (NG) tube

Lubricant (water-soluble)

pH test strips or an aspirating syringe

Adhesive tape or securing device

Stethoscope

Glass of water with a straw

Towel or absorbent pad

Procedure:

Preparation: Wash your hands thoroughly and wear sterile gloves. Ensure the patient is sitting up at a 45-90 degree angle. Place a towel or absorbent pad under their chin.

Measuring the Tube: Measure the length of the NG tube by holding the tip at the patient's nose and extending it to the earlobe, then down to the xiphoid process (bottom of the sternum). Mark this length on the tube.

Lubrication: Lubricate the first 2-3 inches of the tube with water-soluble lubricant.

Insertion: Gently insert the tube into one nostril and advance it slowly towards the back of the throat. Encourage the patient to swallow or drink water as you advance the tube. This helps the tube pass more easily into the esophagus.

Confirmation: Once the tube is inserted to the marked length, confirm placement by aspirating a small amount of stomach content and testing its pH (should be acidic, typically less than 5). Alternatively, use a stethoscope to listen for a whooshing sound in the stomach when a small amount of air is injected through the tube.

Securing the Tube: Secure the tube to the patient's nose with adhesive tape or a securing device. Make sure it is comfortable and does not pull on the nostril.

Feeding: Attach the feeding bag or syringe and begin the feeding as prescribed. Ensure the patient remains in an upright position for at least 30 minutes after feeding to prevent aspiration.

Ryles (NGT) Tube Insertion at Home

Ryles tube or nasogastric tube (NGT) insertion is similar to the NG feeding tube but may be used for different purposes such as decompression, medication administration, or sampling gastric contents. The procedure is nearly identical, but it’s essential to understand its specific uses and considerations.

Equipment Needed:

Nasogastric (NG) tube

Lubricant (water-soluble)

pH test strips or an aspirating syringe

Adhesive tape or securing device

Stethoscope

Glass of water with a straw

Towel or absorbent pad

Suction equipment (if required)

Procedure:

Preparation: Wash your hands thoroughly and wear sterile gloves. Position the patient sitting up at a 45-90 degree angle. Place a towel or absorbent pad under their chin.

Measuring the Tube: Measure the length of the tube as described in the feeding tube insertion section. Mark the tube at this point.

Lubrication: Apply water-soluble lubricant to the first few inches of the tube.

Insertion: Insert the tube gently into one nostril, advancing it towards the back of the throat. Encourage the patient to swallow or drink water to facilitate the passage of the tube into the esophagus.

Confirmation: Verify the placement by aspirating stomach contents and checking the pH or using a stethoscope to listen for the characteristic whooshing sound when air is injected.

Securing the Tube: Secure the tube to the patient’s nose with adhesive tape or a securing device, ensuring it is comfortable and stable.

Functionality: If the Ryles tube is for decompression, connect it to the suction equipment and set it to the prescribed level. For medication administration or gastric sampling, follow the healthcare provider's instructions.

Safety Considerations

Regardless of the type of tube being inserted, certain safety considerations must be adhered to:

Hygiene: Maintaining a sterile environment is critical to prevent infections. Always wash hands thoroughly and use sterile gloves and equipment.

Comfort: Be gentle and patient, ensuring the comfort of the patient throughout the procedure. Lubrication is essential to minimize discomfort.

Monitoring: Regularly check the placement and condition of the tube. Look for signs of infection, blockage, or displacement. Contact a healthcare professional if there are any concerns.

Training: It is crucial to receive proper training from a healthcare provider before attempting these procedures at home. Many organizations offer training sessions and resources for caregivers.

Emergency: Have a plan in place for emergencies. Know when to seek immediate medical assistance if complications arise.

Conclusion

Home healthcare procedures such as urine tube, feeding tube, and Ryles tube insertion can significantly improve the quality of life for patients who require these interventions. While these procedures may seem intimidating at first, with adequate preparation, training, and adherence to safety protocols, they can be successfully managed at home.

The key to successful home insertion of these tubes lies in thorough understanding, careful preparation, and continuous monitoring. Always consult with healthcare professionals for personalized advice and training. By following these guidelines, caregivers can provide essential medical care in the comfort and privacy of home, promoting better health outcomes and improved patient comfort.

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Auto Glass Repair Oakland: Why You Must Try It Out?

Encountering a broken auto window in Oakland can induce anxiety, but fret not – Oakland houses a spectrum of adept auto repair shops specializing in swift and effective broken auto window repair and auto glass repair services.

A fractured auto window not only jeopardizes your vehicle's security but also presents safety hazards for you and your passengers. Thankfully, Oakland's proficient technicians excel in managing diverse forms of auto glass damage, from minute cracks to shattered panes. They comprehend the urgency of the situation and expedite efforts to reinstate your vehicle's integrity promptly.

Broken auto window repair establishments employ advanced methodologies and premium materials, ensuring enduring and visually appealing repairs. Whether addressing a windshield chip or a fractured side window, these specialists possess the prowess to assess the damage and prescribe the most fitting repair remedy.

Auto Glass Repair In Oakland

In matters concerning broken auto window repair Oakland and auto glass repair Oakland, prompt intervention holds paramount significance. Neglecting minor damage may culminate in further deterioration, potentially compromising your vehicle's structural robustness. Seeking timely repairs from esteemed auto repair shops can avert the necessity for costlier replacements in the future.

Selecting an appropriate auto repair shop for your broken auto window repair or auto glass repair requisites is pivotal. Favor establishments boasting a documented history of excellence, seasoned technicians, and an unwavering dedication to client contentment. Perusing reviews and testimonials from prior patrons can furnish invaluable insights into a repair shop's service caliber.

Convenience equally merits consideration when deliberating on an auto repair shop. You should encounter the need for broken auto window repair or auto glass repair in Oakland, take solace in the fact that assistance is within easy reach. By entrusting your vehicle to adept technicians who prioritize quality and expediency, you can rest assured that your auto glass will undergo restoration to peak condition swiftly and effectively. Go ahead! And claim the top benefits of the mind-blowing broken auto window repair Oakland or auto glass repair Oakland.

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Before and After: A Complete Guide to Laser Eye Surgery

Introduction:

Laser eye treatment is known as refractive surgery and it is the most popular one used for various vision problems including myopia, hyperopia and astigmatism. This article will be your essential guide to laser eye surgery, taking you through all you need to know about the process, pre-and-post the procedure.

Before Laser Eye Surgery:

1. Consultation:

The initial treatment step in the laser eye treatment is to have a consultation with an eye care professional to understand if you are a legitimate patient for the procedure. These factors as age, general health of the eye, and the stability of the vision previous to the LASIK will define your candidacy. Always get proper consultation before the surgery so always get in touch with best eye specialist in thane for professional and advanced eye care. 2. Pre-operative Examinations:

After your surgeon has evaluated all of the data above, the first step is going to be another series of exams to measure the shape, thickness and the size of your pupil and refraction as well. 3. Medical History:

You specific medical history will be asked so that the redness rectification can be done effectively and safely and it will also include medications you are taking and any previous eye conditions. 4. Stop Wearing Contact Lenses:

If you are using contact lenses, you should be informed that you have to temporarily stop using them and the surgery which will be done within a period of time before the surgery as they are likely to change the shape of your cornea. 5. Arrange Transportation:

As you are unable to drive on your own right after the surgery, one should consider organizing this undertaking for someone who can accommodate a drive for you home.

During Laser Eye Surgery:

1. Anesthetic Eye Drops:

A few minutes prior to the surgery's commencement, an anesthetic eye drop will be used to take out the unpleasantness and pain by numbing the eyes. 2. Laser Procedure:

In the surgery, the beam from a laser is realized for the purpose of smoothening out the cornea to correct the visual impairment. The procedure is a fast one, takes usually less than 30 minutes per eye. 3. Recovery Room:

Post surgery you will be transferred to an adjoining room where you will be given time to recuperate, before being admitted to the main ward.

After Laser Eye Surgery:

1. Post-operative Care:

During your check-up, you will receive instructions on how to look after your eyes after the operation, e.g. by applying the eye drops the doctor has prescribed to you and not touching your eyeballs. 2. Follow-up Appointments:

You will need to see your eye care practitioner at a regular basis for following visits for the eye specialist doctor in thane to be sure of your eyes recovery.  3. Return to Normal Activities:

Most can go back to doing part of their activities two days after the surgery, although all other strenuous activities are not recommended for the first few weeks. 4. Vision Improvement:

Sometimes, the vision of the patients is stabilized, after they have the surgery of vision correction. In such cases, some people get the improved vision right after the surgery, but it may take a few days or even weeks for vision to stabilize. 5. Possible Side Effects:

The like side effects of the surgery can include dry eyes light sensitivity and glare, light which virtually disappear over time. 6. Long-term Results:

Although LASIK is more frequently a necessary surgery than an exceptional one, some individuals eventually require more than one procedure.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, laser eye surgery provides a secure and efficient means of treating vision issues and minimizing the need for contacts or glasses. You can guarantee a good result and take advantage of improved eyesight for many years to come by according to the instructions given by your eye care specialist. Protect your vision with help and proper guidance of best eye hospital in thane.

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Tips for Keeping Your Oflin Tablet Safe and Secure

Keeping your Oflin Tablet safe and secure is crucial to ensuring its effectiveness and safeguarding your health. Oflin Tablet is a medication commonly prescribed for various bacterial infections, and following proper storage and usage practices is essential to maintain its potency and prevent any potential risks. This article provides valuable tips on how to keep your Oflin Tablet safe and secure, ensuring optimal outcomes and minimizing the chances of any adverse effects.

1. Store Oflin Tablets Properly

Proper storage is key to maintaining the efficacy of Oflin Tablets. Follow these storage guidelines:

Keep in a Cool, Dry Place: Store Oflin Tablets in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight and moisture. Avoid storing them in the bathroom or kitchen where humidity levels can be high.

Protect from Light: Oflin Tablets are sensitive to light. Store them in their original packaging or an opaque container to shield them from light exposure.

Keep Away from Children and Pets: Store Oflin Tablets out of reach of children and pets to prevent accidental ingestion.

2. Check Expiry Dates

Always check the expiry date of your Oflin Tablets before use. Expired medications may not be as effective and could potentially be harmful. Do not use Oflin Tablets that have passed their expiry date; dispose of them properly following guidelines for medication disposal.

3. Follow Dosage Instructions

Adhere to the dosage instructions provided by your healthcare provider or as indicated on the medication label. Do not exceed the prescribed dosage unless directed by a healthcare professional. Taking more than the recommended dose of Oflin Tablets can lead to adverse effects and may not improve the effectiveness of the medication.

4. Do Not Share Medication

Oflin Tablets are prescribed based on individual health conditions and needs. Avoid sharing your medication with others, even if they have similar symptoms. Sharing medications can be dangerous and may lead to inappropriate use or adverse reactions in individuals for whom the medication is not suitable.

5. Keep Medication Information Handy

Maintain a record of your Oflin Tablet prescription, including dosage instructions, potential side effects, and any other relevant information provided by your healthcare provider. Having this information readily available can help you adhere to your treatment plan and address any concerns or queries effectively.

6. Monitor for Side Effects

While Oflin Tablets are generally safe when used as prescribed, some individuals may experience side effects. Be vigilant for any adverse reactions such as allergic reactions, gastrointestinal issues, or changes in health status while taking the medication. If you experience severe or persistent side effects, consult your healthcare provider promptly.

7. Do Not Alter the Tablets

Do not crush, break, or chew Oflin Tablets unless advised by your doctor or pharmacist. Altering the form of the tablet can affect its efficacy and may lead to unintended side effects. Swallow the tablet whole with a glass of water as directed.

8. Dispose of Unused Medication Properly

If you have any leftover Oflin Tablets after completing your treatment course or if the medication is no longer needed, dispose of it safely. Follow local guidelines for medication disposal to prevent accidental ingestion and environmental contamination.

By following these tips for keeping your Oflin Tablet safe and secure, you can ensure the medication remains effective and safe for use. Prioritize proper storage, adherence to dosage instructions, monitoring for side effects, and responsible medication management to optimize the benefits of Oflin Tablets and protect your health. If you have any questions or concerns about your medication, consult your healthcare provider for guidance and support.