I saw your Gaz stuff and it got the brain wheels churning!!! Gaz getting hurt on and the field and like totally meet cute with feildmedic reader!
this is so so cute and i absolutely loved writing it!!! i’m now obsessed with gaz x field medic!reader and i’ve already started a part two… if anyone wants it hehe
content: injury/gunshot wound but i’m not a doctor so it’s probably medically inaccurate, military inaccuracies too most likey, field medic!reader, fluff <333
“I’m fine, sir,” Gaz hisses out as Price all but drags him across the sand and into the tent. “It doesn’t even, fuck, hurt!” He’s lying through his teeth, the pain from the gunshot wound radiating from his shoulder down his arm. The bullet is still in there, luckily, and the blood flow has been stemmed by some hastily applied bandages.
Price grunts as he guides Gaz into one of the cots, a hand resting on his good shoulder. “Shut up, Garrick,” he growls out, already signalling for a medic to come over. “You have a bloody bullet in your arm!” Gaz knows he needs medical attention, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. He wants to be out there, fighting alongside his brothers. Not here in this makeshift hospital, lying here like a useless victim.
He’s about to argue this, his mouth open and the words on the tip of his tongue when he sees you. His jaw snaps shut, the pain in his shoulder momentarily forgotten. You must be an angel, he thinks for a second, because surely someone as beautiful as you couldn’t be a medic. Not here, not now. He’s not that lucky.
“Kyle Garrick?” you ask, your voice cutting through his thoughts. You look down at him, your hands already moving to assess the damage to his shoulder. You can see him trying to fight the pain, trying not to react. It's cute.
“Call me Gaz,” he says, fighting to keep his voice steady against the pain. The last thing he wants is for you to think he’s weak. “It’s just a graze, huh? Nothing I can’t handle.” He smiles up at you - it’s a lopsided kind of grin that makes you laugh quietly as you shake your head.
Your hands are steady as they move across his skin, practised and skilful in your role. "Right," you hum, eyes flicking up to his. A spark runs down your spine, but you push it away. "Just a hole in your arm being plugged by a bullet. No big deal."
Gaz barks out a laugh, wincing as the action pulls on his wound. He knows he's fucked as soon as he looks into your eyes. You're funny, on top of being talented and gorgeous. The full package, really. "Exactly," he says, trying to keep his tone light. Charming. "You get it, doc. Must be used to this kind of thing, huh?" It's a simple question, but it's a way in. A way to get to know you… and distract him from the pain.
You hum, biting your lip as you consider what to do. You're in medic mode and Gaz is enamoured. "Gunshot wounds are pretty common in our line of work," you murmur with a trace of sarcasm, offering him a smile before the focus kicks back in. "I'll give you some pain relief and remove the bullet. A few stitches and you'll be all good again." It's a simplified version of what has to happen, but you know how to keep your patients calm.
The pain relief you give him helps, but Gaz still has to hold back noises of pain by clenching his jaw so tightly he thinks it might break. Is he trying to be a little braver in hopes of impressing you? Maybe. Not that he'd ever admit that, though. By the time the stitches are done, he's sweating and only a little delirious.
"Done," you say, admiring your work for a moment before covering it with a clean bandage. "I'll have to keep you here for monitoring, then this bandage will have to be changed regularly…" You ramble on for a few minutes about the care of his injury, but he barely hears the words. All he's focused on is your face; the way your lips move as you speak, the slight flush on your cheeks from the heat and the colour of your eyes.
You can feel his gaze on you, your eyes flicking up to his as your words trail off. The sound of your breathing is loud in the tent, your heartbeat thumping in your ears. Before you can really think about it, you reach out and wipe a smear of dirt from his cheek. Your thumb glides against his skin and Gaz lets himself lean into it for a moment, his breath hitching and his eyes fluttering shut.
"Let me take you out for dinner," Gaz blurts out, the words snapping you out of your daze. You pull your hand from his face like it's on fire, but he catches your wrist. His fingers brush over your pulse, feeling the rapid beat of your heart. "Once this mission is over. Please."
You clear your throat, looking down and trying desperately to fight off the smile on your lips. You can't. You know you probably shouldn't say yes, that you should focus on work and not whatever is clearly growing between the two of you, but…
"I…" you whisper, looking back up at him. "Yeah. I'd like that."
The relief on Gaz's face is clear, a goofy smile breaking out across his face as he settles back against the pillows. He reluctantly releases his grip on you, letting you stand up. "I'll hold you to that, love," he murmurs, watching you as you head back to your duties.
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one of my biggest pet peeves in fanfiction is when it’s an angsty fic and the reader forgives the character way too quickly, like wdym it only took one conversation and you’re all good ?? like no ?? it genuinely gets me so annoyed on behalf of the reader 😭
like when they pull the “she wanted to stay mad at him, but she couldn’t help but smile at his pleading and sorrowful face” LIKE STOPPPPP
i wish people understood that an angsty fic can have a happy ending without rushing through the forgiveness, let the reader be angry, let her be stubborn, let her process her emotions instead of jumping into forgiveness, let her refuse to accept apologies until there’s effort on the character’s side to fix things, i’m so tired of the reader just forgiving so quickly without even having a valid crash out, let my girl go crazy
like stop making the reader so dependent on a character to the point where she forgives way too easily
let reader crash out in 2026
(also i know i used she/her pronouns for the reader but this can apply to male!readers and gn!readers as well obvs)
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I’m just gonna say that some of the Souichi fans are disgusting. I looked up fanart of Souichi (because he’s my favorite Junji Ito character, in a not sexual way) and when I searched, it took me less than 5 seconds to see a sexual photo of Souichi (Like actual 11 year old Souichi - I don’t know how to word this better, but hopefully the point is getting across). I want it to be known that Souichi is LITERALLY AN 11 YEAR OLD. Stop sexualizing him, it’s disgusting, and he’s a minor.
