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ludwigplayingthetrombone · 1 year

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Had to split the last chapter into 2 separate ones bc i got a bit overzealous with this one... so here’s chapter 3! may be a longer bit before 4′s ready, but Enjoy! [tw: blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts/ death/ survivors guilt]

Ch1 Ch2

Tsunade: Enter. Kks: Mornin’. Tsunade: Kakashi. I got your message. So, Gai made it out of the coma, huh. I’ll go see how his condition is when I’m done here. Kks: I’m sure he’ll love that, but that’s not why I’m here. Tsunade: Are you looking for work? I can assign you-. Kks: More of a discussion. About the hokage thing.

Tsunade: Are you finallt giving me an answer? Kks: Yup. I’m saying no. I’m not interested. However, if there is truly no one else, I have a compromise if you’re interested.

Tsunade:It’d better be a good deal, brat. The council won’t be happy with this. You were about to accept months ago. Why say no now? Kks: Alot’s changed since then.

Gai: Papa

[gai sighs] [window sliding]

Kks: Yo. Gai: Rival!! Happy to see you! Kks: I see you’ve had visitors

Gai: Yes! I am so lucky and moved! Especially from our students! Kks: How are you feeling? Gai: Sore. Stiff. But much better than this morning. [kks hums] Kks: Sorry I took so long. Got caught up. Gai: Nonsense! I was honored to wake up to see both of your beautiful eyes first thing. You look so youthful! You left in such a hurry, you left your shoes. Kks: Yeah, had a soggy walk to my apartment. Can’t return those slippers now. Gai: How are /you/ feeling?

Gai: You seemed so overwhelmed and I couldn’t move. I feel like i’ve missed so much. Kks: I’m ok now. Just needed some air. Plus, sorted some things I’d been neglecting. I knew you’d be flooded with visitors. So, I stayed out of the way. Gai: Pretty cool response per usual. Kks: I think you’re pretty cool

Kks: How long are you stuck here? Did they say? Gai: A few weeks. Most of it depends on the physical therapy progress. My chakra network is fried. It’ll be slow to heal if at all. They’ve never treated my condition before, so the doctors are not sure what’ll happen

Kks: Did Tenten tell you about her plans? Kankuro even offered his experience building a prosthetic. Gai: Yes. She was very excited. Kks: /You/ don’t seem as enthused. What’s bugging you? you’re usually delighted by your team’s passion or whatever. Gai: I am truly touched because I know she’ll give it her all, but...

Gai: It won’t make a difference. Kks: What did the doctor say? Gai: Even if I can stand or walk, I’ll have lasting damage and pain. I’ll need a wheelchair the rest of my life. My time as an active duty shinobi is done.

Kks: You’ll get through this. Gai: What am I going to do, ‘Kashi? Kks: You’re stubborn enough. I’m sure you’ll find a way to prove them wrong. Like walking on your hands or something. You’ll be a menace in a wheelchair in no- Gai: I do not want you or my students burdened by my injury

Kks: That’s what you’re worried about? You think mourning you would have been any easier on anyone? You’re more to them than just a teacher. If you could have Dai back right now, wouldn’t you want that? Gai: Of course I would. Kks: Then see it from their perspectives. Don’t just lie down and accept this is how your life ends. That’s not how Dai raised you.

Kks: This is terrifying to deal with, Gai, It’s ok to feel overwhelmed. But please don’t give up. I won’t let you. Gai: I was prepared to die Kks: ...I’ve understood wanting to be dead for a long time. I get it. Gai: I do not regretn my decision at all. Regardless, I’ve hurt you the most. I know you’re angry.

Kks: I won’t lie to you. I am angry. Extremely. But I’ve wasted so much time pushing you away already. I don’t want to waste anymore time we have left. The only consistent thing in my life has always been you. I’ve said horrible things to you, and you never abandoned me. I think all the time about how I would have turned out if you didn’t keep me human. Self sacrifice seems to be something we have in common. Neither of us were meant to be without the other apparently... We’ve both been brought back from death. So maybe it’s...

Baby gai: You’re my eternal rival... My man of- Kks: Destiny

Kks: Strongesttaijutsu master who ever lived. My eternal rival. My man of destiny. I’m so happy you’re alive

[gai crying]

[Gai sobbing/crying]

#kakagai #gaikaka #Kakashi Hatake #Maito Gai #might guy #naruto #everyone p much lmao #my art #//blood #//mentions of suicidal thoughts

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rizzanon · 6 months

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childhood friend! Shinichiro Sano

part 1 (here) | part 2

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you meet for the first time when you were both 8 years old at the playground, wondering why he was standing ontop of the jungle gym, looking at the distance

"Why are you standing up there?"

" 'cuz the view is nice!"

"....Weirdo.."

"H-Hey!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you meet again a few weeks later at his grandfather's dojo where your parents signed you up for some taekwondo classes for self defense

"What are you doing here, weirdo?"

"Hey! I'm no weirdo! And this is my grandfather's place okay? I'm allowed to be here anytime I want!"

"Woahh, your grandfather's the teacher? That's cool!"

"I know right?!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you become friends with over the next few days, watching him miserably fail to show off execute the moves his grandfather taught him to you

"HAHAHAH! You suck at this, y'know."

"Shut up! You don't have to tell me something I already know."

"At this rate, I can beat you easily in a spar..!"

"In your dreams!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who introduces you to his only other friend, Takeomi, and the two of you hit it off very well (much to Shinichiro's dismay)

"I didn't think Shin had other friends."

T- "Neither did I, I thought he made you up."

"H-Hey! What's with this mockery!!?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who ends up going to the same middle school and high school as you much to his delight

"You better stop slacking and start putting in effort in your studies Shin!"

"What are you, my mother?"

-smacks his head-

"Ouch! Okay, okay! I get it!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who hates the fact that his siblings (Manjiro and Emma) love you as much as he does

"Seriously?? I can't believe you all are ganging up on me like this...!—Fake sobs—My very own siblings..."

"It's your fault that I'm just better, heheh."

E- "Yeah! She's way kinder to us that you are, Shin!"

"What?? But I'm always nice to you both too!"

M- "Plus, she always buys us our favourite snacks too!!"

"Bribery at it's finest... I can't believe this.."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always goes to you to get treated whenever he's injured after fighting with other people

"Let me guess, you got into another fight again?"

"Ding ding ding! You guessed correct! Too bad there's no prize."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny Shin. Why don't you go and see an actual doctor to get your injuries treated?"

"Why would I do that when I have you who'll fix me up every time?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always goes to your class during lunch break to find you whenever he forgets to bring his own bento (was it on purpose? you don't know), knowing that you always make extra for him just in case

"Well, well, well, look who decides to forget to bring his bento for the third time this week?"

"Heheh, about that..."

"Don't worry, I made extra food for you."

"Aww, so you do care about me."

"Don't push it, Shin."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who worries that his rising reputation as a delinquent might bring down your reputation as well

"Are you sure you still want to be friends with me? I get it if you don't want to-"

"I already told you, I don't care what people think about me. What matters is what you think of me. That's all."

"...."

"Besides, who else will treat your wounds other than me, hm?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who begs asks you to ride with him on his bike, promising you that he would keep you safe

"You want me to what??!"

"Come on...! Ride with me just this once! I promise you won't fall off."

"If I die, the blame's on you."

"Wha- You won't die! And I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who introduces you to his other two friends in Black Dragons, Wakasa and Benkei, hoping you'd feel more reassured about him leading a gang and being a delinquent after meeting his closest friends

B- "Woah, didn't know you had a girl, Shin. Who's she?"

"What?"

W- "Let's be real, Shin can't flirt for his life."

"Hey! That's rude! I so have game."

"Game of a rock, you mean."

"Oi!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who finds solace in you after every time he gets rejected by a girl he asks out much to your dismay (this was the 20th time)

"I don't get it. What am I doing wrong??!"

"It's simple. You're the problem."

"Rude... but seriously, why won't any girl date me? I'm certainly not that bad of a boyfriend if they gave me a chance...!"

"Well firstly, do you even have any interest in any of those girls you asked out? How do you even move on so easily?!?"

"If you put it like that... no, not really. I just want to date someone for the highschool experience y'know..!"

-smacks his head-

"Ouch!"

"No wonder no girl ever takes your confession seriously. Plus, your hair is so gelled up, no girl's gonna like that... Once a weirdo, always a weirdo."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who listens to your advice, and stops using gel as often as he used to on his hair, sometimes leaving his hair down to find out what you'd say about it

"You didn't put gel on your hair today?"

"Nope, I was kind of in a rush today, haha.."

"Well... you look... better like this, if I'm being honest."

"R-Really??"

"Yeah, keep this up and someday, a girl might accept your confession."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who tells you about the rumors he's been hearing around the school, about how many of the students thought you and him were dating and how he wasn't so opposed to the idea of that

"Wait, seriously?? People think we're dating?!?"

"My reaction exactly. I can't believe they think we're dating!"

"Not that I would mind that though..."

"Hm? What did you say?"

"??! You're hearing things, Shin. I didn't say anything at all..."

Part 2

m.list

#shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro sano fluff #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x reader fluff #shinichiro sano x you #shinichiro sano x y/n #shinichiro sano drabble #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #rizzanon

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eideticallys · 1 year

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The Cure to Injuries

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: you most definitely didn’t think that the most effective cure to a bruise is a gentle kiss placed on it.

genre: fluff & angst

word count: 1.8k

author's notes: this is the first fic i have ever written since my stay on wattpad during grade school. so, forgive me for any mistakes & cheesiness that bled into it. spencer is too cute and he deserves more softness in his life. anyway, i hope you'll enjoy what you're about to read as much as i enjoyed writing it. i hope you'll like & reblog if you find this fic good. please do tell me if you want me to write more because i will! also posted on ao3 (spencereids).

GROWING UP, YOU’VE ALWAYS KNOWN YOU WANTED TO DO SOMETHING TO HELP PEOPLE. The first job you thought of was becoming a teacher. However, you realized that making lesson plans and dealing with naughty kids weren’t your thing.

The next one was becoming a lawyer. But, you’ve had enough of seeing your dad being buried in paperwork and your family telling you, "You’d be a great lawyer! You literally enjoy debating with everyone."

Then, you thought of becoming a doctor. You were good at science, and you found the human body interesting. That was your dream until you had to see your friends vomit literal bile on the sidewalk and have their stomachs pumped after a night of drinking. After that, you didn’t think you could deal with vomit and other possible human excretions in the future.

Luckily, one sunny day, your brightest idea of what you wanted your future to be like finally came to you. You wanted to work for the FBI. You’ve always been a bit too interested in criminal justice, but at the same time, you wanted to fuse it with your interest in science. So, you’ve decided that becoming a profiler is your end goal.

You just didn’t think about how becoming one could involve getting bruised and battered, possibly even shot at and blown up, and you most definitely didn’t think that the most effective cure to a bruise is a gentle kiss placed on it.

"Ow! It’s good you aren’t the medical doctor kind of doctor because your patient would definitely file a complaint against you."

You huffed and puffed, as you gingerly sat on the ambulance, accompanied by your co-worker, Dr. Spencer Reid. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at you as he continued prodding you for other injuries.

The FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, or BAU, has been your workplace for almost four years now. You never thought you’d get here after you realized that you don’t only need brains to become a profiler but also brawn. Fortunately for you, you were too smart for the FBI to pass up on, and, well, you at least passed your physical exams—albeit barely but still enough to get to where you are now. Oh, the dream!

Where you are right now, despite that, is definitely not the dream. You were presently black and blue after being the one to take down and make the arrest of the unsub who had abducted children in Kentucky as surrogates for her deceased child. Despite your injuries, the day ended on a positive note. All the children are going home to their parents alive, and that’s all you could ever ask for. Well, that, and the incessant flocking of your co-worker, who just so happened to be the person with whom you have harbored romantic feelings for quite some time now.

"What you did was stupid, Y/L/N! You could’ve gotten killed, going in there like you’re bulletproof or something," Reid exclaimed, complete with the hand gestures and the word vomit when he’s excited or worried. "Did you forget what happened five months, seven days, and three hours ago? You got shot in the arm!"

In this case, you’re positive he’s about to pass out from all the talking and lack of breathing.

"You know, Reid," You chuckled in amusement and said, "I’m more concerned about you keeping track of the exact date and time I got injured. Are you sure you’re doing that out of concern for me as your coworker, or is it because you secretly have feelings for me?"

The doctor paled, his pouty lips opening and closing like those of a fish, swimming in the depths of the ocean.

"W-what?! What do you mean I have feelings for you?"

That made your heart twitch, and not in a good way. You knew the doctor couldn't reciprocate your feelings. He just happened to have a phenomenal memory. He can’t help but store random information; he has no choice but to remember. But, you can’t help yourself. A tiny part of you still yearns for him to return your feelings. Oh well, you’d rather have him as your friend than nothing at all. But, a little teasing won’t hurt, right?

"I’m kidding, Reid," you snickered, "I know you know that piece of information because of that eidetic memory of yours or whatever."

"It’s not just because of that, you know," Reid sighed.

That gave you pause. It seemed like your world stopped turning and nothing else mattered. It couldn’t be, you thought, there’s no way he likes you back. You’re you, and he’s this otherworldly guy. You can’t even believe he’s real.

"What?" You chuckled nervously, tugging at your ear gently, "What are you saying, Spencer?"

Spencer sighed and frowned, "I know I was the reason you got shot that day, Y/N. I saw the glint in your eye when you thought the best way to save me from getting shot was to push me out of the way and shield me. And that was a stupid move, by the way."

Your jaw dropped. You were about to say something, but Spencer beat you to it.

"Let me finish first," He said, raising his index finger as if to say I still have a lot to say, "It’s stupid because you almost got yourself killed. I was about to move out of the way when you covered for me and you got hurt! You got hurt, Y/N! How was I supposed to live with myself if you ended up dying that day because of me? How, Y/N?"

"But I didn’t! I’m here, Reid." You’re scowling now and about to rant Spencer’s ear off. " What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry I wanted to save you that day? Because I’m not!"

You know that what you did that day was incredibly stupid of you. What Reid was saying was true. You could have died that day, but you were too selfish to admit that. You were so selfish that you couldn’t imagine living a life without Spencer Reid in it if you hadn't pushed him out of the way and ended up hurting yourself for it. And you have had no regrets to this day about doing it.

"That’s the thing, Y/N," Reid was almost full-on shouting now: "No matter how much you end up getting hurt to protect the people around you, you don’t care! Did you really think I’d appreciate what you did for me if you ended up seriously getting hurt, or worse, dead?"

Your vision is getting blurry from the unshed tears now. You love Reid so much, but he wouldn’t get it. He would never see you as more than just a coworker. More than a friend.

"No, Spencer," you sniffled, looking directly at him now, "I know you wouldn’t have appreciated it if that happened. Call me selfish, but I care for you too much to ever let anything hurt you and regret what I did."

You stood up from where you were sitting and were about to head to the SUV where you could be alone before driving back to the precinct, but Spencer didn’t let you. He held your wrist, pulled you back, and groaned.

"God, you’re insufferable!" He exclaimed, "Don’t you get it? I care about you, Y/N!"

"I know, Reid," you smiled wistfully, "you care about me because I’m your friend."

"No, I don’t."

This made you stop in your tracks and stare at him intently.

"I don’t care about you as a friend, Y/N. I never did."

"Oh."

Reid sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. "Now that the cat’s out of the bag, I don’t expect you to love me back—"

"I love you." This made Reid stop fully. "I have loved you since the day you talked my ear off about Doctor Who. I have loved you since that time I woke up in the middle of the night back in Atlanta and ended up knocking on your door because I couldn't go back to sleep. You told me you'd always be here for me."

"I love you, Spencer Reid."

Before you could overthink your sudden confession, Spencer held your uninjured cheek with his slender hand—and the next thing you know, he is kissing you.

You couldn't help but gasp. You were startled by the suddenness. His lips were warm and soft, almost pillowy against yours. Warmth blossomed in your chest as Spencer's lips brushed against yours tentatively. The smell of his hair—like the smell of early mornings after a night of rain—was dizzying. He smelled so clean and fresh, like soap, with a hint of the smell of a new book.

You felt lightheaded as he swiped his tongue against your lips, asking for entrance, which you gave him. You could taste the hint of sweet coffee he drank just minutes before the takedown. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath and his fingers as he carded it through your hair while you breathed each other in.

You never imagined kissing Spencer could feel like this.

Regretfully, your bruised cheek was starting to take the brunt of all the snogging. You had to pull away because you were running out of breath, so you tapped his cheek. Spencer wasn't taking the hint at all, which made you giggle—cute. Having no other choice, you held both of his cheeks and pulled away.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, silly," you chortled; he's so cute. "I just ran out of breath, and my bruised cheeks hurt. It isn't your fault. Don't worry." You assured him.

Spencer sighed a breath of relief, which made you want to tease him.

"I know what can stop my bruises from hurting, though."

Eager to please you, the doctor was about to start searching for possible medical remedies to your injuries, not knowing you had something else in mind.

"You could plant a kiss on them." You grinned widely as you saw Spencer's neck start reddening, "I'm kidding, Spence," you said, "You don't have to—"

You didn't expect Spencer—of all people—to be the type of person who would shower you with kisses if you asked him, but he is. He started planting light kisses on the purple blotches on your face—not caring that anyone from the local police to your workmates from the bureau could see you.

"I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N," Reid said, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he brushed his lips against yours once again.

You never thought the best day of your life would be the day you get injured. You never thought the best cure for cuts, scrapes, and bruises could be a kiss from the one you love the most—Spencer Reid.

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joongbin · 10 months

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i just had this idea pop up when i remember i usually go to school on my bike

so m!reader x chan where m/n goes to uni with his friends with their bikes, like the usually do and they do stupid shit on the way and m/n gets hit by a car while he isnt paying attention,, time skip he gets in the hospital and chan hears the news from one of m/ns friends and rushes to the hospital (m/n makes it out alive with semi permanent injuries,, like partially deaf or smth)

so yeah very angsty but kinda fluff at end??

➤ DON'T LEAVE ME. - C. BC

꒰ ignoring one of the precautions whenever you do something is always a horrible idea, and what if you do ignore one while riding a bicycle?

+ pairings: bang chan x male reader

× warnings: reader gets hits by a car, reader almost dies.

# genre: angst 2 fluff

& this ask is so interesting (also thank god it's only for 1 member)

You attended a university with a few of your friends and Chan, one of your more closer friends. You always hung out with him, that was unless he was busy with studying.

You always went by bicycle to school with tour friends. You preferred to go a little early in the morning because you guys do silly shit and there's barely any cars.

While you were playing around with your friends on your bicycle, an incoming car suddenly collided with you, injuring you horribly as one of your friends called the ambulance. Blood was all over your face and under you. You couldn't feel anything.

You laid there, vision blurry and then— everything went black.

You were rushed to the hospital immediately, losing blood at a rapid pace as they tried to keep you alive. You were, well, passed out.

And your friends were at school, having to tell the teachers what happened. Chan hadn't heard it yet, though. That was until he realized you weren't on school grounds at all.

He approached one of your friends, tapping them by the shoulder as the friend had puffy, red eyed from crying.

“ Hey- why are you crying? What happened? ” Chan looked worried, patting the other's back.

“ Fuck- Chan. I'm sorry. You're gonna ask about (name), right? ” Your friend said, wiping off the tears that were still on his cheeks.

“ Yeah- ”

“ He's at the nearest hospital. ” Chan looked at your friend, eyes wide. His hands were shaking.

What could've happened to you? Were you okay? Were you even alive? These questions flooded his mind until the school bell rang.

Chan rushed to the hospital, not caring for his next class as he ran as fast as he could to the nearest hospital.

Tears slowly started to gather up and drip down his cheeks. His legs hurting the more he ran.

He reached the hospital and rushed to the counter, breath shaky as he tried to wipe the tears off his cheeks.

“ W-Where's (name)? ” His voice was weak. The nurse behind the counter told that you were in room 6. He walked ad quickly as he could since the entire place was filled with patients and he didn't wanna disturb them.

He looked at the window that was on the door and there you were, patched up and looking barely alive. Chan pushed the door to see you.

He hoped that you would make it out alive, holding your hand as he sobbed on the hospital's bed. The doctor in the room looked at him, rather disappointingly.

“ .. Sir, I'm sorry but .. we're not sure if he's gonna make it. ” Chan immediately looked at the door, his pupils shaking. He doesn't wanna— he couldn't lose you. You were his life.

Tears soon started to overflow and drip down his cheeks again as he looked at your face. He bit his bottom lip, clenching on your hand tighter.

After a few hours of him waiting for you, a sign of life showed. Your eye twitched, and they both slowly opened. You hadn't realized it yet.

You were at a hospital. You sat up to look around and there he was, your best friend Chan was holding your hand. You smiled at him.

“ Chan. ” Your voice was weak, but it was loud enough for Chan to look up and see your face. He hugged you, not tightly since he doesn't wanna kill you.

“ I thought you were dead. ” He sniffled. You smiled at him warmly, patting his back to reassure him.

“ I .. can't really hear what you said.. ” You chuckled. You were left with semi permanent injuries which were that you were partially deaf. It would be gone after a few months or maybe even years, but it wasn't permanent.

“ I'm just glad you're alive. ”

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x y/n #skz x male reader #stray kids x male reader #bang chan x male reader #skz fluff #skz angst

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rowiewritesstuff · 1 year

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TFP Yandere Ratchet - The Protective Yandere

At first, Ratchet didn’t really want anything to do with you. You were just another human, taking up space in the base. He was certain you’d be just as annoying as the children- hopefully not as bad as Miko. He’s not sure he could take that.

When he met you, he was rather rude to you. He brushed you off when you asked anything, and eventually you stopped talking to him. You had noticed his want to be alone, and you respected it.

Instead, you kept to yourself. You were training to be a doctor- a surgeon, more precisely. Most of the time you were at base, you had your nose in a book. Your focus was hard to break- even Miko’s loud guitar playing didn’t stop you from studying the material for an upcoming test.

Ratchet is actually fairly observant for a bot who pretends he doesn’t care. He sometimes watches you from the corner of his eye when you’re not looking. You never seem to stop studying. Everyday the bags under your eyes get worse, and he definitely notices it.

One day (a few months after your first day at the base) he approaches you and asks you what you’re reading - despite already knowing. You’re surprised he talked to you at all, considering how he was before. You’re honestly a little timid responding to the normally grouchy medic, telling him you’re reading a book on surgical techniques and that you’re trying to become a surgeon.

He begins asking you about them, trying to see the similarities between Cybertronian medicine and Human medicine. He is a little shocked to see that some techniques are similar- though not too many.

Ratchet slowly begins warming up to you. He lets you ask questions about Cybertronian biology and sometimes even lets you get some hands-on practice for more minor injuries on the other Autobots. You have a skillful hand- careful, steady, and reliable. You soon become the Autobot’s second medic.

You begin to fall behind in your studies. While you’re excelling at Cybertronian medicine, you begin to mix up some of the procedures. That makes you do poorly on an important test, making your grade go from an A+ to a C-. You quickly realize that you can’t both be a human doctor and a Cybertronian doctor.

It’s a weekend day that Ratchet came to pick you up that you decided to tell him. During the ride to the base, you picked at your fingers in anxiety. Ratchet, knowing you from all the times he’s watched you, asked what was wrong.

“Ratch… I don’t know if I can keep learning from you. I’m falling behind in my studies- a-and I’ve worked super hard to get them as high as they were. They’re letting me take a make up test, though. I need to study for it.”

Ratchet quickly pulled off to the side of the road. He didn't say a word as he began driving to a large rock formation, going behind it. You got the message and quickly hopped out of his cab as he transformed.

Ratchet looked down at you with a light glare. “What are you talking about? I’m teaching you valuable information! Where else could you get some hands on experience like this? In this city? That’s absurd. You should be more grateful.” Ratchet took a slight step forward as he huffed at you.

You took a slight step back. Ratchet hadn’t really talked this aggressively to you before- even before when he was brushing you off. His attitude was making you incredibly nervous.

“I do appreciate all that you’ve done for me. Really, I do. I’ll still help out with everything when we have medical emergencies at base. But until I get my grades up? I need to focus on my human studies. I can’t just give up my dream like that. I’ve wanted this since I was a little kid.” You looked up nervously at him. Surely he would be reasonable?

He was silent for a moment. Ratchet looked at you, his thoughts going a mile a minute. “I can… help you study, perhaps. It’s for your teacher Mr. Morrison, right?”

A sigh of relief left you. For some reason you couldn’t pinpoint, you were scared of Ratchet for a moment.

You gently nodded. “Yeah, I just need to work on biochemistry for his class. He can be really strict about it, and last time I didn’t do so well.”

A dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes that went unnoticed to you. Ratchet transformed and took you to base where he helped you study for the make-up test.

After you went home, Ratchet did some research of his own. After all, he had access to government computers. Mr. Robert Morrison was his name. Age 45, living on Monroe Lane. No wife, no kids, or friends. No one.

Ratchet, with that knowledge, waited until all of the bots had gone to recharge to leave the base. He drove out of the town, traveling several miles. Soon, he came to a stop outside of a large home. It was a farmhouse, with a few horses outside of it. A man sat on the porch, cigarette in his mouth. He looked in confusion at the ambulance that parked a few feet from his porch.

“Hello? Why are you here?” Morrison demanded. Ratchet refused to say a word, sitting in silence as he sized up the lanky man who was making his way to the driver’s window.

Quickly, he transformed. Morrison screamed in fear as Ratchet snatched the unsuspecting man up by his leg. The now-upside down man struggled to escape the giant robot.

“You’re Robert Morrison?” Ratchet questioned.

“H-how do you know my n-name?” The man stopped struggling, but remained shaking in fear.

“Good. You’re him. You’re going to do something for me, okay Robert?” Ratchet glared down at him.

“Y-yes! Anything, anything you want!” Snot and tears fell from the man’s face as Ratchet scoffed at him in disgust.

“You have a student. Their name is (Y/N). I want you to give them top marks for the rest of the time they’re in your class. Do you understand?”

“Th-this is about… a grade?” Morrison looked on in confusion.

“Are you going to change it, or will I have to use this?” Ratchet transformed one of his hands into a sharp surgical blade.

“N-no! Please! I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Please, let me go!”

Ratchet dropped the man to the ground. Morrison yelped in pain as he fell to the ground. He quickly turned to Ratchet in fear. “What are you?”

Ratchet said nothing as he transformed into his alt-mode. He drove right in front of the man, inches away from his face. Morrison shivered in fear as the bot spoke in a low tone.

“If you tell anyone about what happened here, you’ll find out just what I am. Not that anyone would ever believe you.”

With that, Ratchet left the man on the ground in the dust.

You were surprised the next day to get an apology from your teacher, claiming he had graded your test wrong. He changed your grade the same day. When did he get a cast on his arm?

When you got back to base, you apologized to Ratchet and let him know the good news. A small smile graced his face as he patted your head. Now you can learn Cybertronian medicine again, and stay with him.

#transformers #transformers prime #ratchet #tfp #tfp Ratchet #ratchet x reader #yandere ratchet #yandere ratchet x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #tw mild violence #tw threats #gn reader #autobot #yandere transformers prime ratchet #yandere tfp ratchet #maccaddam

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itsaspectrumcomic · 3 months

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This is going to be long but i really want to tell someone the guilt is eating me alive and please feel free to ignore this

I have been suspecting I have adhd from the last six months now because many symptoms do match and some adhd tips help me out a lot

But since i don't have the family or support or finances(I am a minor ) to actually get to a doctor i can't really be sure and maybe i don't have it but since so many things do match i hope it's alright to rant here please please feel free to ignore this

My great grandfather passed away in November but it actually started in September when I got a fracture so I had to remain at home for a month and I am just a lazy person so ofc it was an excuse for me to like stop studying in August I had a big exam and it had went well but at that time i didn't think so

So yeah after a month of fracture comes October my extra classes and school and my innate phone addiction i do t study even tho I have a big exam that month again . I struggle with focus a lot and i just i don't know how to type it's it's so shameful but i just find every minor inconvenience to be an excuse. My mom is emotionally abusive maybeand homophobic or tough parenting but her words had started affecting me a lot .

Then in October end November start my grandfather passed away and it took an obvious toll on me and I don't think I am still over it and it amplified my phone addiction because he used to be in the room beside me so i wasn't ever fully alone even tho he was old and now that he is gone the silence is unnerving and i have to distract myself enough to sleep my October big exam already went to shit

And in December again I am not studying I can't study and my brain refuses to sit still and maybe I have a victim complex but things start to take a toll I start getting some suicidal thoughts which were only passive before but now active

Now from January everything is just the same I am still not able to study

I disappoint myse6and everyone no-one knows i cheat on my exams I just I am not a good person and i am lying to myself and everyone so much and YK the gifted kid thjnv I was a good kid and my mom keeps making comparisons and she says she would never have talked to me if i wasn't her daughter and i am so tired I want to get better but i just don't know how I have trouble sleeping I have trouble studying I can't do anything right i can't wake up in the morning i can't do anything right and I just want everything to end but I do not even deserve to put that pain on my parents and my exams are coming up and I just don't know how how do I do anything

Hello, I'm so sorry you're struggling so much. It sounds like you are and have been going through a lot and that's nothing to be ashamed of. Having trouble focusing or studying does not make you a bad person, and your mum absolutely should not be saying those things to you. You don't deserve that, I promise.

The truth is, losing a family member is hard, dealing with an injury is hard, dealing with emotional abuse is hard, and it takes time to work through things like that, so I'm not surprised you've been having a hard time with school on top of everything else.

It sounds like you could really do with some support. Is there someone you can talk to about how you've been feeling? A friend, a teacher, a counsellor, another authority figure you trust?

(Also if you talk to your teachers about how you're struggling to study, they might even be able to give you some extra help or lessons if you need it.)

Please try not to feel guilty or put so much pressure on yourself. It's ok not to be perfect even at the best of times. Thank you for being here ❤️

#ask #anon ask #adhd #exams #advice #tw depression #tw suicide mention #long post

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hi, friends, guess what time it is? it's DEEP DIVE RING POSTS with katy (and vamp). today's theorizing sesh is near and dear to my heart, namely because it actually took me awhile to figure this one out.

(but before we start, this is one of those moments where i'm going to say remember how a month ago we said they were majorly stalling this storyline until wrestledream because all this shit started to not make sense anymore - WE WERE CORRECT! we just didn't have all the information, since we clearly didn't know about copeland hopping over and that was in the works during the stall time. but while we didn't have the players right, we were spot-on with the tactics being used because they didn't make sense with what had happened earlier. i'm gonna give us like a B+ on that assignment, for getting the details right but not the main characters, and this is using my 11th grade civics teacher as a model after i wrote a 3-page essay on a historical presidential election where i could remember minute details but not who fucking ran in the race.)

anyway, keep that in mind as we head into DEEP DIVE THEORY TIME with katy, because we're going to look at these two theories:

darby is not actually injured

they are stalling again

let's start with #1! WHAT?? you say, and yo, i know, it took me weeks to figure this out, too, because dude has legit been doing a good job with this. except... not quite good enough. let's break this part down first, because honestly, we're giving him mad props for his, on account of he's fucking smart, and also we were suckered in and i mean, i gotta give props where props are due.

i'm still not totally sure if he really did get injured at wrestledream or not, but if he DID, it certainly wasn't bad enough to stop him from immediately going to europe and climbing mountains for like 2 weeks. dude was rappelling. there's some really fucking important shoulder and arm shit that goes into rappelling lol. but specifically, i kept waiting for an update after wrestledream that never materialized - either on the dirt sheets or on his IG stories, like a "haha broke my arm #coffindrop" you know what i'm saying? never happened. he showed up once, did a promo, and left. to climb mountains. sus.

then, he comes back. attacks nick after his interview with his mom (typing that sentence was a joy, i can't lie). the next day, goes to nitro and absolutely does not land that flip. what he DOES land is on his shoulder. the dirt sheets DID pick this up, with some pretty hilarious headlines. after this, he appears on AEW in the sling. the very, very prominent sling. it's so prominent, that it's on top of his suit during the ric flair segment. he even goes so far as to film an IG story with sting as sting tells him NOT TO GO TRY THE TRIKE FLIP AGAIN and darby being like NO I HAVE TO DO IT EVEN IF I'M INJURED and you know what, me not catching it here is on me, 100%. they were laying it on way too thick. that injury was THROWN IN OUR FACES lol. i'm better than this, i swear.

he even got nitro to go in on it, which, again, props. they were all "oooohhh against doctor's orders" okay but you know what works? if he actually wears the sling. when he goes. and has something on his arm. when he does the flip again. and doesn't fucking coffin drop a dude backstage from a cabinet using his bad shoulder without missing a beat and then going in for one of those half bro hugs after. he completely no sold it there. that shit ain't injured.

(also please enjoy the random wrappings - sometimes it's his elbow! sometimes it's his wrist! sometimes his shoulder is broken, other times fractured! good lord, he's like a fucking wizard.)

i'm pretty impressed, though. he knew that everyone would go "this idiot is ACTUALLY DUMB ENOUGH to do this shit while injured!" and he banked on it and he played us. that's like... the most self-aware thing ever. god dammit. he's hotter now. i'm so mad. I AM SO MAD lol.

so okay, he's not actually injured. that's fucking kayfabe. but the question is... why? why are they running a kayfabe injury? if they just needed to get him time off for his europe trip, then... he's back now? why keep it up now? in fact, why go HARDER with it now, when there isn't any reason to keep him out of the ring?

and that's #2: they're stalling again.

specifically, they are stalling for full gear. this storyline has suffered so many incidents of stalling, and we've really only identified the source of one of them: copeland. but, like, why did darby win the battle royale on july 19 to get a shot at the TNT belt AT THE BEGINNING OF SEPTEMBER? why on EARTH was that so delayed? anyway, i digress, the point is they are stalling, and i don't know why. sting is around until march. this feud has been going for months, so they don't need to add any additional story, so... unless darby fucks off for another climbing trip, i can't figure out why they would stall just for another PPV. this FUCKING STORYLINE has run for MONTHS and there is no REASON that christian should still be targeting darby when he's gotten everything he wants (the belt and nick wayne).

they are obviously teasing that copeland is going to be the third person in the sting+darby team, but vamp doesn't think he will be and i'm inclined to agree with her. the copeland v. christian feud is going to be a major thing for them, and it doesn't make much sense for them to go against each other in the ring for the first time!! ... in a 6-way tag match that isn't even really about them. we think there will be a bait and switch with this: they'll tease it like it will be copeland, as they already are, and then they'll pull the "i can't fight my friend" and bring someone else in, thus prolonging the inevitable copeland v christian show-down for later when it can be its own match, as it deserves to be.

but why. are. they. stalling. this. until. full. gear.

so the options are, in order of most likely to least likely:

darby is going to leave for another trip and they needed to give him time off. since it's his fake injury, this is my most likely option. the only reason i question this is because he's pulled this kayfabe injury into REAL TIME and darby... does not really do that super often. his IG runs non-kayfabe at all times. they could easily "fake" the injury on screen and he does whatever he wants off-screen.

they want to put more story into this, which is not necessary at this point because this has literally been going since july. but AEW likes beating dead horses with sticks, so. possible.

they are going to use ric flair and wanted to give him a PPV so it's a bigger match, which doesn't really make sense since he had a huge retirement match last year. but, maybe it's a big middle finger to everyone else, who knows.

they are stalling because they need the location of full gear.

why would they need the location of full gear? because full gear is happening in los angeles. if you needed to bring someone back after an altercation and were not sure what the reception was going to be, the best place to do it? hometown crowd. BUT KATY THIS MAKES SENSE WHY IS THIS THE LAST OPTION. because i don't trust ANY OF THESE FUCKS to do what makes narrative sense here lol. bringing jack in for copeland IS THE MOST SATISFYING NARRATIVE OPTION IN THIS STORYLINE. it's got punch, it's got pop, it's got the mirror of the mentee vs mentor we already have with darby and nick. it's finally bringing jack in when his GHOST has been behind this entire thing from the start. BUT IT HAS ABOUT A .2% CHANCE AND WE KNOW I DON'T EVER GET WHAT I WANT. so it's the last option. is it the most satisfying? yes. would it be what i wrote if this was a story? yes. will they do it? no.

honestly, darby doesn't need to BE in this story any longer. the only thing he needs to come back for now is nick, and they can tease that out until march before he leaves for everest and have the big darby vs nick showdown then. there's certainly no need to do it now: let it simmer. let them beat each other up backstage more. let shayna have more tearful interviews about their bro-tastic relationship. but he doesn't need to be here. and i can't figure out why christian is still targeting him, specifically. there's no point.

so... i'm stuck. i guess we'll see where they go with this, and if darby fucks off again, then we have our answer as to why they were stalling for nov. 18th, but for now.... i don't know! i have nothing. i have the most compelling narrative option, and i don't believe that they'll do it. so we're stuck lol.

i welcome any ideas to this, because i'm annoyed that i can't find the thread to pull this one out. and as always, if i'm wrong, it's because i'm actually kind of dumb: remember that essay. that B+ was kinder than it should have been hahaha.

#deep dive ring posts #IT'S THEORY TIME WITH KATY

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jaybleu25 · 1 month

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My Heart Hears You (Part 9)

(TW: Injury, Pain) Time: HS Years; Bros are in 9th, Bowser is in 10th. Setting: A quiet hospital room. The room was filled with a variety of blues and whites.

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He soon watched the door to his hospital room open, which spooked him a little, but he was immediately relieved when he saw familiar red clothing.

It was Mario. He was equally as surprised upon seeing Luigi awake.

"LU!!"

Immediately, Mario rushed over to Luigi's side, giving him a tight hug.

"Owowow--"

"Oh, sorry..!" Mario apologized, quickly backing away.

The sudden tight embrace hurt Luigi's back a little. However, he still appreciated it. He was glad to have Mario here now.

"Mario..!" Luigi cried out in relief. "You're here..!"

Hearing his own voice, Luigi realized how dry it sounded. He didn't know if it was because he was feeling weak, tired, or thirsty. Mario heard it as well.

"Are you feeling okay, bro??" Mario immediately asked, full of concern. "Do you want me to get you some water?"

Luigi noticed a nearby sink in the room. He'd nod slightly, and Mario would walk over to the sink, grabbing a Styrofoam cup and filling it with water. He then went to give it to Luigi, who shakily used his right hand to grab it. His body was still quite weak. Seeing that, Mario put his hands around Luigi's right hand holding the cup, helping him to properly put it next to his mouth. After drinking a little, Luigi would lower the cup, handing it to Mario who put it on the nearby counter.

"Thanks..." Luigi muttered.

"Of course," said Mario as he grabbed a chair, sitting next to his brother. "How are you feeling though, Luigi..? You've been asleep for a while."

"A while..??" Luigi exclaimed worriedly.

"Almost a day," Mario responded. "The doctors said that it was likely due to the fight between you and Bowser that made you feel really tired."

Luigi gave a nervous hum, taking in that information.

"How much does it hurt..?" Mario asked.

"I-It hurts a lot if I move around a bit..." Luigi answered. "If I'm staying still, i-it's a bit more tolerable."

Mario would look down at Luigi's left arm.

"Is it broken..?" Luigi asked timidly.

Mario nodded solemnly.

"Awe..." Luigi muttered.

"Hey, don't worry bro, it'll heal soon," Mario reassured. "Just try to take it easy. You have a bunch of time to recover."

Luigi then remembered something.

"What about class..??" Luigi began to panic.

Mario then held Luigi's right hand to help him calm down a little.

"It's okay," Mario comforted. "All our teachers said we're excused. I think they called it medical leave or something. They said once you're feeling a bit better, you can do the final exam stuff at home, but when it comes to actual assignments, they said you won't be getting any more for the rest of the year."

Luigi felt relieved to hear that.

"O-Oh..." Luigi responded. "That's reassuring, at least...what about you though..?"

"They excused me for next week so I can be here with you," Mario answered. "But after that, I have to go back."

Luigi was saddened to hear that. That meant he'd likely be alone for most days until after Mario was done with school.

Seeing the sadness on his brother's face, Mario tried to lighten the mood.

"But I'm sure Toadsworth will be here to keep you company!" Mario reassured. "Or Peach."

"Does Peach know..?" Luigi asked.

Mario would think for a moment.

"She knows a little, but...not everything," Mario explained. "I'm...still trying to figure out how to properly tell her what Bowser did."

Hearing Bowser's name again, Luigi felt more uncomfortable. Mario could feel Luigi's hand move a little as he continued to hold it.

-To be continued...-

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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746341252448043008/my-heart-hears-you-part-1?source=share

Part 1.5: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746341378314944512/my-heart-hears-you-part-15

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746500897895514112/my-heart-hears-you-part-2?source=share

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746506353298767872/my-heart-hears-you-part-3

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746920665451495424/my-heart-hears-you-part-4

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746921486930034688/my-heart-hears-you-part-5

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746923474412568576/my-heart-hears-you-part-6

Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746924406863020032/my-heart-hears-you-part-7

Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747120181983281152/my-heart-hears-you-part-8

Part 9: You're already here!

Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747121820844556288/my-heart-hears-you-part-10

Part 11 (END): https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747122379621269504/my-heart-hears-you-part-11

#mario #luigi #super mario bros #hs bros au #hs mario #hs luigi #jay au #tw injury #tw pain

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istorkyou · 2 years

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A Thousand Battles (Modern!Ivar AU)

A modern!Ivar x F OC (Julietta Lothbrok)

Warnings - Language. Hospital setting. Description of injuries.

Synopsis - Julietta wakes up with no memory of her life or her husband, Ivar. Will it ever return? Does she want it to?

Word Count - 2220

This is for @blackseapearl 400 follower trope challenge. I asked for Amnesia :)

Shout Outs - A massive shout out to @blackseapearl and @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for beta reading, ironing out all the mistakes and the motivation to keep going with it. Special hugs to @blackseapearl for talking through the ending with me and giving me some much needed inspiration and the wonderful moodboard.

This fic kicked (and is still kicking!) my ass, I’ve never had such a hard time with motivation as I have writing this long-ass bitch so I hope you enjoy it :)

It’s also LOOOOOOOONNNGGGGGGGG..... and I’m only the tiniest bit sorry about that!

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Chapter 1

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CHAPTER 2

The doctor breaks the news that Julietta will be able to go home once her cast is off later that week and her physical therapy appointments are in place. He tells her it’s a miracle there was not more damage to the lower half of her body, despite there being a long, deep laceration running over her hip onto her thighs, no pelvic breaks or leg fractures. Recovery would have been a much more lengthy process had she sustained those injuries.

Ivar is ecstatic at the news, she’s never seen him smile so wide, but she doesn’t feel the same. fraught with anxiety and uncertainty, questions bounce around her brain like a squash ball being battered around the court.

Where do I live? I assume with Ivar but where? What is our place like? Do I have any friends? Will people want to see me? Will I recognise anyone? What do I do with my days? Ivar told her she was a teacher before she moved to this city but hadn’t found a job since, she wasn’t sure he was totally honest when he told her this.

“Julietta… earth to Julietta.” Ivar is waving his hand in front of her face. “You were in your own world just then. Where did you go?”

She figures she may as well be honest with him. “I’m scared about leaving. I don’t know anything about our life together. Where we live. Do I have my own place? Do I have friends?”

“Love, I understand. It must be so disorientating for you. I’ll be there to help you through it. We live on my parents estate. All my brothers do. You decorated the house so I’m hoping you will still like it! You have your own apartment from before we lived together which is close to the centre of town but the plan, before the accident, was to sell it and you were going to invest the money into a business when you decided what you wanted to do. You have friends, baby, the doctor recommended keeping visitors to a minimum that’s why they haven’t been to see you,” he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “We are a close knit family and you are great friends with the brothers’ wives, not many from your old town though, but as I said we are a close knit family and try to keep outsiders to a minimum.”

“Okay, so we will be going back to our house on the estate, not my apartment?”

“To the estate. It’s safer there,” he says absentmindedly.

She knows now, after this comment that what he does for a living, what his family does is dangerous, less than likely to be above board.

Over the last few days she’s realised something about herself. She’s an observer, she reads people easily, understands body language as if it were the spoken word. She knows that her main doctor is having affairs with at least two of the nurses despite wearing a wedding ring. She knows one of the other nurses is going through a divorce, and that one is having issues with her teenager. It only takes a snippet of a conversation and to watch them around the nurses station.

She has observed Ivar and can see the danger in him, the violent undertones to all his interactions, the way others react to him. It's clear he is a criminal. She wonders if she should fear him but she doesn’t; he is her only anchor to the world and she trusts him, almost instinctively. She doesn’t know if that’s part of her memory or just what he’s shown her so far. Did she know what he did before the accident? She must have known what he did, who he was previously and chose to overlook it. Time will tell if she is willing to do the same now.

“Ivar. What do you do for a living? I may have amnesia but I am observant as hell. Whatever you do, I must have known about it before, right?” she asks firmly.

His jaw ticks and he doesn’t take his eyes off her own for a while. He then nods once.

“So if I knew, then why won’t you tell me now? I don’t want to hear that I’m too delicate. I think what happened to me is tied up with your business. I don’t want to go back to your house if I don’t know what I’m getting myself into.”

“Our house, Julietta. Not mine, ours.” He sighs heavily. “We have a family business, you knew about it before but I never told you the specifics. We are not exactly…” –He looks to the door, ensuring no one is listening– “...some of our ventures are not legal. Most are, but some aren’t. We are well known within the city. We are…feared. I don’t want you to be frightened of me, my love. I am different when I’m with you, you are the only light in my otherwise dark life.” His eyes are imploring her. “As for your accident, we are unsure of the motivations, the perpetrators...”

She watches his face struggle with the admission. He is proud of what he does, proud of his family, but there is a small element of shame on his face, mixed with regret, she assumes, about her accident.

“I am not frightened of you. You are the only thing in the world that doesn’t frighten me actually. You are a violent man in your business?”

“If I have to be,” he replies simply. “Julietta, please don’t be scared, I will never let anything like this happen to you ever again. Please say you will come home.”

She can feel a tug of sadness in her chest as she watches her husband's vulnerability. “I will,” she says quietly. “I have a headache. I need to rest.”

He takes up his usual spot next to her bed and strokes her arm and she closes her eyes and drifts off.

“My beautiful, Liet,” is the last thing she hears before sleep claims her.

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She’s made great progress with her physical therapy although her arm is still in a sling and her right leg has muscle damage that they are hopeful will heal with time and movement. It’s not long before the doctors suggest she might make better progress at home, and they make preparations for her to leave the hospital.

It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, though. The first time she used the bathroom after recovering enough to be able to move, she stood and cried for fifteen minutes at her reflection, at the scars left on her. A large section of the right side of her head had been shaved so her scalp could be stapled together, and there is a large scar under her eye, sitting above her cheekbone. She cried harder when she removed the robe and saw more scarring over her arm, right shoulder and one running over her thigh. Ivar had heard her and tried to come into the bathroom but she had locked the door, not ready for him to see her naked in any state, let alone in this one. She can imagine what she looked like before, and it isn’t the Frankenstein's monster looking back from the mirror.

Thankfully, many of the scars, now that the stitches are out and most of the bruising has gone, have faded from the angry, red-jagged lines they were and the doctor assures her they will fade more. She is able to look at her reflection and not sob. She is getting used to this new her. It’s not so bad, but she can’t wait for her hair to grow back fully; this is the part she hates the most now.

There are lots of people in her room on the day she leaves. Ivar, obviously, and three of his brothers, Ubbe, Hvitserk and Bjorn. There are four other men waiting in the hall. Giant men in black suits, heads swivelling up and down the hall like owls. It’s a lot and Julietta feels embarrassed by the heavy presence because of her.

“Ivar, is this really necessary?” she whispers to him. “I’m not royalty. This feels like overkill.”

“You are royalty to me, it’s just a precaution, love. You won’t feel so stifled when we get home. I just need to make sure you are safe, okay.” His eyes search hers out as she looks around the room.

“Should I be scared? I’m not but I feel like I should be.”

“No, we are all here, there is nothing for you to be scared about. I promise, it’s all just precaution.” His hands run up and down her arms soothingly.

“He’s being over protective, Sister. You will get used to it.” Hvitserk pipes up from behind Ivar. His friendly face makes you smile. “Don’t worry, we are all here for you.”

She takes a last look around the hospital room. The only room on the earth that is familiar to her and her stomach drops a little at the prospect of going into the world as she is, but as she looks at Ivar she knows she has someone to help her and her heart swells with gratitude for this near stranger.

A thought occurs to her. “Ivar, I’ve been meaning to ask, what do you call me? You've been calling me something else. I heard it a couple of times when I was in and out of consciousness. It’s not Julietta.”

Ivar glances around the room at his brothers, a stern look on his face, clearly deciding whether to let them further into a side of him they never saw before her accident. He looks back at her.

“I call you Liet, usually when it’s just the two of us.” He gives her a small, almost shy smile.

“Liet? I like it.” She smiles back at him.

She watches his face harden slightly. “Leave us,” he commands the brothers, “and shut the door.”

“Ivar… There is business to attend to, we really need to get her home and settled, there's much to do. Father has been very patient…” Hvitserk addresses him quietly.

Ivar’s head slowly turns to face his brother, a sneer on his face. “Then attend to it.”

“Father needs you back at work.” Ubbe glances at Julietta. “There are arrangements to be made.”

“Nothing is done without me. This is my business. Mine. She is my wife. I will be the one to handle it. Out.”

He turns back to her once the others have left the room. He changes again. She notices that he only talks to her softly, his body language is gentle, protective, loving; with everyone else he is intimidating, harsh, abrupt. He is two different people. It makes her feel safe and loved, and, if she is honest, it makes her feel special that she seems to be the only person that can make this angry, cold man happy and soft.

“I’ve called you Liet since we went on our second proper date and you told me you thought your name had far too many syllables.” He chuckles at the memory. “I tried out Jules but you didn’t like it. Too common, you said. I also suggested Etta but you simply scrunched up your perfect nose at that and so I settled on Liet.”

When he says the name Etta something happens in her brain. A small connection. She chases it, grasping at thin straws with both hands, but coming up with nothing but dust. Why is that familiar? “Who calls me Etta?”

Ivar’s brow furrows at her question. “Nobody that I know of, my love. Does it feel familiar?”

She nods. “Maybe my parents did when I was little. I wish I had family, Ivar. They could fill me in on so much.” Her eyes are downcast for a minute but she shakes it off quickly. “I like Liet a lot. Please keep calling me that.”

He smiles at her request. “I will, love. We had better leave now. We need to get you home and settled before I have to leave for meetings.”

Julietta says her goodbyes and thank yous to the nurses and doctors who took care of her, and gives them out the gifts she asked Ivar to get for them. Before she knows it, she is in the back of a very large SUV with blacked out windows.

As she watches the world whizz past, not one part of it feeling familiar, she starts to feel a panic rise in her chest.

“Liet,” Ivar says; she turns to him “Don’t look if it’s too much. Put your head on my shoulder and try to sleep. It's a little way to our house, it’s outside the city. I will wake you when we get there…come here.” He beckons to her. She slides across the cold leather seats until she is next to him, resting her head on him, his familiar scent engulfing her senses and the warmth of his body lulling into a sense of security and safety. As he strokes her hair she is asleep within seconds.

She is roused from sleep by the feeling of a hand on her cheek. “Wake up, love. We are almost home.”

CHAPTER 3

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Mr Evershed x reader - maybe it’s meant to be

Maybe a Mr Evershed x reader where reader says something like 'Some princes don't become kings'. Mr Evershed then gives reader a pep talk with them making them say, 'The only thing that's ever stopping me is me.' - @mxacegrey 💜

Watching your phone ring for the third time that week, you sighed heavily and picked it up, sticking it on speaker as you set it back down on the table.

“Yes?” You asked.

“I’m sorry to bother you again, but it’s your brother Matthew. He’s been in another fight.”

Groaning, you picked your phone up and grabbed your jacket from the hook.

“I’m on my way, thank you sir.”

Hanging up the phone, you tossed your jacket on, stuffed your phone into your pockets and grabbed your keys.

Hopping into your car, you made your way over to the school and waisted no time in rushing into the reception.

“Matthew again?” Miss Carter asked.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry about this.”

“It’s okay, come on I’ll take you down, who called you?”

“Mr Evershed.”

“Right, we’ll head to his classroom.”

Students watched as you were escorted through the hallways, though you supposed they would talk, you were still wearing your work uniform.

They were probably spreading rumours or making guesses as to why a doctor was walking through the hallways.

Miss Carter lead you to a classroom and the pair of you walked in.

Matthew was stood behind a desk while the teacher was trying to clean the wounds on the boys hands.

“(Y/N)!”

Matthew ran over to you and he gripped you tightly in his arms.

Sighing, you wrapped one arm around him and held your hand out to his teacher.

“I’ll do it, he doesn’t like anyone treating his injuries but me.”

“Oh… right…” Mr Evershed mumbled.

He handed you the first aid box, and you sat your little brother down.

Grabbing a chair, you sat in front of him and started to slowly take care of the cuts and scrapes on the back of his knuckles.

“What happened?”

“Well-“ “No. not you. Your teacher.” You cut in.

Matthew sighed and hung his head, avoiding your intense gaze as you looked at him.

Flicking your eyes to the teacher you watched as he sat on the table next to your brother before he finally spoke.

“Honestly I have no idea. I heard some arguing and the next thing I knew Matthew was sat on top of another student punching him.”

“It’s the third time this week alone.” Miss Carter sighed.

“I know.” You nodded.

“At this point we’re going to have to suspend you for a week Matthew, and when you come back you will be placed in isolation for the next two weeks. And with (Y/N)s permission we’ll have a behaviour councillor come see you twice a week as well.”

You looked at your little brother, you could tell there was something on your mind so you shook your head to her.

“No, that won’t be needed. Suspension and isolation is enough.”

“Are you sure? He could really benefit from behaviour counselling.” Mr Evershed replied.

“I’m sure, but how will he get his school work? We live on the edge of the town, no one goes that far.”

“One of us two will bring it by.” Miss Carter smiled.

You smiled and nodded gesturing for your brother to go to gather his stuff and you binned all the stuff you had used to clean his knuckles.

“Thank you, and again I’m sorry.”

“There will be a meeting tomorrow with the parents of the other boy.”

You sighed and nodded, and left the school.

Matthew ran up to his room while you started to make dinner, and when it was finished he came back down and sat at the table with you.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m really sorry…” he mumbled.

You hummed and sat his plate in front of him.

“What’s going on Matty?”

He explained everything.

How the other boy was making fun of him for having no parents, calling him all sorts of names.

“So, what made you snap?”

“He keeps calling you a deadbeat…” he grumbled.

You laughed a little, shaking your head.

“Thanks Matty, but as long as you don’t think that, I don’t care what anyone else says.” You smiled.

He smiled sheepishly.

“I know… I just don’t like it.”

“Just ignore it, okay? For now, no Xbox or laptop, you can keep your phone and use my computer for school work. And you’re not allowed out until your suspension is lifted, fair?”

“Fair.” He nodded.

After dinner, you left your brother to wash up while you went to carry on working on the work you had to bring home with you.

The following day you left a list of chores with Matthew and left for work. After your meeting at the school, you rushed back to work.

You were exhausted and all you wanted to do was collapse in bed. Making your way inside, you dumped your stuff in the hallway and walked into the living room.

“Oh, Mr Evershed. What’re you doing here?”

He looked up from the table and gave you a smile.

“I’m sorry, Matthew just didn’t understand the work I brought him and he said you were at work.”

You nodded your head and grabbed a takeout menu, sitting next to your little brother.

“Staying for dinner?” You asked.

“Sure, I have time.” He smiled.

You ordered food and went to change, leaving Mr Evershed there along with your brother while they did homework.

When the food came you guys held light conversation and you got to know the teacher a little better.

When he went to leave you stopped him at the door.

“Thank you for what you did for Matty, I know he’s a handful.”

“He’s a bright kid, he just struggles to show it. If you don’t mind I’d like to come by again and tutor him, give him some extra help.”

You hummed and nodded your head.

And that’s how it went for months, even after Matthew could return to school.

After a hard day, you got him and dropped yourself on the couch, burying your head in your hands.

“(Y/N)?” Matty asked, “are you okay?”

You looked over at him at the table.

“Yeah kiddo, I’m fine.” You smiled.

He frowned and turned to his teacher for help.

“Why don’t you go upstairs…” mr Evershed spoke softly.

Matthew you left guys alone and Mr Evershed walked over to sit next to you.

“You look stressed.”

“I’m alright Mr Evershed, thank you though.”

“I told you to call me Martian, but you aren’t, what’s on your mind?”

“I just… I had a hard day at the hospital. Getting shouted at by multiple patients and their families because I wasn’t able to get to them fast enough.”

“That isn’t on you though.” He said.

You sighed, sitting back as you stared at your ceiling.

“I keep thinking about something my mother told me when I was a kid, when Matthew was a baby.”

“Oh?”

“Some princes don't become kings.”

You turned to the man sat next to you.

“It was her excuse for the way our father treated us.”

Mr Evershed gave a sad smiled, and reached his hand out, taking yours in his.

“Whatever happened in your guys’ past was never on you. People can be misleading, and I’m sure your mum had reasons for the way she stuck up for your dad.”

“Yeah…”

“You didn’t let your past define you, you’ve done something amazing with your life, something worth while. And you’re raising brother to do the exact same thing. Our trauma doesn’t define us.”

You sighed and stood up, starting to pace around the room.

“Yeah, that’s easy to think.”

“Not everything is always as it seems. You take things however you want, you chose a good route. You’re going to get really far in life.” He smiled.

“I wish.” You laughed.

Mr Evershed stood up as he walked over, stopping your pacing.

“You have to believe in yourself some more.”

“I see… the only thing that's ever stopping me is me.”

You turned to him and smiled.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, are you feeling better?” He asked.

You nodded and he smiled and nodded back.

“Would it be inappropriate if I hug you as a thanks?” You asked.

“Not at all.”

He walked over and wrapped his arms around you, and you hugged him back, sighing softly.

After a minute you pulled away and he quickly pulled you closer again, placing his hands on the side of your face he leant down, only stopping himself just in front of your face.

“Martian…” you whispered.

“Can I…?” He asked.

You nodded and he quickly leant down, kissing you softly, pulling you flush against him.

He pulled away after a few seconds.

“I hope that makes you feel better too…” he whispered.

“Maybe another…?”

He chuckled and leant down again, connecting you two in once again another kiss.

You couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, how nervous he made you feel or the way your heart raced when he was around.

He always made a hard day better, and maybe it was love at first sight, maybe it was just simply mean to be.

But you were glad that Matthew decided to act up that week

#ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #Martian evershed #martian evershed x reader

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serenereigns · 2 years

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Damaged

Part 3

Pairing: TXT X Male OC/Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1k

Not Spellchecked

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Abuse, Hospital

Soobin's POV

Jae leaves to get his bag and we just sit there and wait for him. We sat in silence for a couple minutes when Kai breaks the silence "Is he okay, he didn't look too well. He's also been gone for a while, the gym was just downstairs"

I speak up "He said he was, but I don't think so. Maybe we should ask again when he comes back."That's when we hear the door open. I look at him and notice a darkened spot on his jacket near his ribs. 'Is that... blood?' That's when he starts wheezing and collapses. I gasp. "Jae!" Yeonjun yells running to catch him. "Soobin Hyung, call for an ambulance!" He says in desperation. I fumble for my phone already trying to do so.

Beomgyu's POV

It was quiet until Jae collapsed. Soobin and Yeonjun hyung taking immediate action. With Taehyun and Huening Kai trying to tell other students to back away and give them space. Some snickering trying to take photos. "What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" I snarl grabbing there phone and throwing it. I grab her vest to check her name tag. "Kang Mina, I'll remember you." I glare at her. She scoffs and grabs her phone. That's when the teacher from across the hall joins the chaos trying to get the students to go to her classroom. It's Mrs. Lee again. She looks at us. "You five stay here with Jae, I trust that you can handle the trip to the hospital." We nod.

She continues moving the students into her classroom as the EMT's arrive. "What happened to him?" The EMT asks. "I don't know, he looked pale and was sweating a bit. Then he started wheezing and collapsed." I respond trying my best to stay calm. The EMT nods her head, then her and another guy put him onto a stretcher and carry him out into the vehicle. "Only one of you can ride with us. "You go Yeonjun, the rest of us will drive there in my car." Yeonjun nods at Soobin.

The rest of them heading to Soobins car with the same thought.

'I hope he's okay'

Jae's POV

I open my eyes to a blinding light. 'What happened' I look around and see that I'm in a hospital room. 'Looks like I can't even keep a promise to myself' I sigh. I take the time to examine my injuries and my surroundings. "IV in arm, check." I reach down to touch my ribs. "Bandaged ribs, check." I look for my phone so I can further inspect my damage. 'Where is it' I look around. "Ah hah, there you are." I smile. I turn it on and see the time. 'It's 6:25pm.' I go to the camera app and inspect my bruised face. 'Ouch'

"Wait... IT'S 6:25?!!?" 'My dads gonna kill me when I get home. I quickly tug off the sheets with a grunt. 'Fuck that hurts'

I go to do the same for the IV when I hear hushed voices outside of my door. "Do you know how he was injured?" "No, we just moved into town about a week ago. Today was our first day at school." Soobin responds. "By the looks of it, it's bullying. Soobin sighs, "What should we do for him?" "For now just sit with him and try to get some answers. We'll call his dad and handle the rest" The nurse smiles at Soobin.

'Fuck, what do I do' I put my head in my hands. I glance up when I see the door opens. Soobin and the rest of them standing there. He smiles at me. "How you feeling?" I let out a dry laugh, "Peachy, thanks for asking." Taehyun gives me a look of disapproval when he notices that the IV is no longer in my arm. "What do you think your doing" he asks as I stand up grabbing my clothes. "I'm leaving, I have things... things to do."

"But you're clearly still injured and in pain. The doctor said you should stay for at least another two days. Two of your ribs are cracked. You also have a lot of bruising!" Soobin nearly shouts at me. "I got it, loud and clear. But I have important things to get too. So can you either leave, or turn around so that I can change." I look at them. None of them budging. "Fine, I'll just go out like this." I wince as I try to walk past them. But Beomgyu and Taehyun block me.

"You two seem to be working out." I laugh awkwardly. "Let me repeat myself, you're not going anywhere." Soobin says as he leads me back to the bed. I try to protest, but apparently the bunny works out too. I huff. "I'll call the nurse and have her fix the IV for you. The doctors said that you're extremely dehydrated. You also need to eat more." I nod looking at the rest of them. "That's why we brought this." Huening Kai lifts his hands, full of bags. "Thank goodness you finally mentioned it, I'm so hungry right now." Beomgyu sighs. I laugh, "I'm so sorry guys. We just met and you're sitting here taking care of me." I look down fiddling with my fingers. Tears stinging my eyes. I feel slender fingers grab mine. "No worries, we were worried about not making any friends. Thankfully it seems like we just made a good one!" Yeonjun smiles. I nod. "Now let's eat, I didn't buy these for nothing." Beomgyu huffs.

"A promise is indeed a promise." Taehyun smirks. "Even though it's Wednesday."

"Huh?" I question. "Nothing, Beomgyu just promised to get us snacks for the rest of the week because we won." I smile.

'This feels nice' I look around and see them sitting on the floor all chatting and laughing together. 'I know that I shouldn't, and that I don't deserve too. But let me just enjoy this for tonight. I'll shut them out after this. That way they won't get sucked into my world'

But if course, nothing ever works out the way I'd like it too.

#beomgyu #hueningkai #kpop #male reader #soobin #taehyun txt #txt x male reader #yeonjun #angst #kpopidol #male oc #txt post #txt fluff #txt angst #txt x reader

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aaluminiumas · 2 years

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Millie's Diary

If you're hooked, read the whole fanfic here.

March, 11

It’s my 17th birthday, and I’m not celebrating… again. I mean, it came as no surprise, there’s nothing to do anyway, but I’ve never felt so lonely in my life. What do other girls my age do? They date guys, go clubbing, they… I don’t know? I feel so incredibly lonely that I started this stupid diary. Stupid diary for stupid Millie.

March, 17

Dear Diary,

I am sorry I didn’t introduce myself properly. I felt so terribly overwhelmed that I totally forgot about decency.

Name’s Mildred, 17. I live on Crockett Island. It is a very close-knit community in WA. I live with my parents. Dad’s a fisherman, as most men here, and Mom’s a paramedic. Well, she’s actually a nurse at the local hospital, but doctors don’t last long here, and she’s learned a lot herself. The only thing she might not know well is surgery, but Crockett is a quiet place with few severe injuries happening. Typically, such things are treated on the mainland, and the ferryman can be amenable if he wants to.

Every Sunday we go to church, and that’s the center of our social life. People chat before mass, discuss all sort of nonsense. I’m not a huge fan of either, though: by Sunday, everybody has expressed their opinion, and here they just sum things up. As for the sermons… well, Reverend Carver is obviously a nice man, but I—more often than not—fall asleep right on the pews. I wish he hadn’t been so monotonous and slipped a joke from time to time, but all he does is endless droning. Jesus did this, Jesus did that… Jesus had better be doing my homework. Sure he can handle a few formulas, huh?

Anyways, gotta go. Continue tomorrow.

Love,

Millie

March, 20

(Should’ve been March, 18, but I failed)

(Sorry)

Dear Diary,

I’m sorry I didn’t make it ‘tomorrow.’ The homework was tremendous, and Mom needed a hand: I filled a register while she was running through medical records. We do it once a month or so. She wants to keep everything in order in case there’s a patient delaying a checkup. Inspector, really.

Anyways, where did I stop?

I wanted to tell you about our little island, but actually, there’s not much to say. Men are primarily fishermen, you already know that; women do other jobs, and those who still can prefer to flee. I would love to. I mean, I love this place, but… I don’t see much prospect here? I hope I will get to college. You see, our school’s not too good: the old lenient Mrs. Keane is hard of hearing, and she doesn’t even seem to care. Her husband, the intimidating Mr. Keane, the chemistry teacher (we call him Vigilante), is, on the contrary, rigorous and demands we explain everything on seven pages, no less. He also gives us physics lessons. And mathematics, too.

Dad takes me to the mainland every now and then, so I can get a glimpse of what people do outside our community. I do hope I will make it to college.

Love,

Millie

March, 27

Today’s sermon was a disaster. Reverend Carver spoke about Jerusalem, miracles and all, but I wouldn’t listen. Does it even make any sense? Luckily, I sneaked a book from a library. Yay, miracles do exist!

Love,

Millie

April, 10

Dear Diary,

I’m so fed up with this island, with those people, with this goddamn church directing me what to do and how to live! Why do I necessarily have to go there? I hate it. I hate Carver with his infinite lectures; I hate whining Mrs. Keane trying to complain about God knows what, I hate her husband, I hate the Gunnings with their pious faces, I hate EVERYTHING!!!!

April, 12

Dear Diary,

Dad didn’t take me to the mainland. He kissed me on the forehead and said that I was a good girl. A stubborn one, but good. Mom sniffed and said that those F’s in Mr. Kean’s class claimed otherwise. Fuck Mr. Keane. Fuck Mom too.

June, 9

Dear Diary,

Sorry it’s been a while! Too many things at once. A new doctor came, so Mom’s all occupied showing him around. I like him, actually. New people are always good. Is there a chance that odious Carver gets replaced? I’m done listening to his feeble attempts at mass.

But that’s beside the point. You know, I met someone. He’s exceptional. I wouldn’t say this is the love of my life, but I do feel something stirring in me. He takes my hand, and I immediately start smiling. We even kissed. I feel so dumb, so dumb! We crawled out of the church while the whole island was there, and he kissed me on the lips right in the grove behind it. Can you imagine? I feel like a sinner. Maybe I am? Not that I care.

Love,

Millie

July, 12

Dear Diary,

I am so nervous. God, I am so nervous, so nervous, so nervous! He says that we should move further on, but I don’t understand what he wants? I need to talk to someone, but it’s like a desert, you know? Dad’s out working, Mom’s… well, she’s changed. She’s always been irritable, but this is beyond comparison. Friends are of no help: I don’t want the whole island to know about my relationship! This is ridiculous.

Millie

July, 14

Mom knows everything. She may have known from the very beginning, but when I tried to buttonhole her, trying to pry into her past and maybe get a piece of advice (for a friend, yeah), I realized that she was staring at me a little too intently. It was like a huge snowball. She spoke about God, about sins, about Devil and seduction, embarrassed me, saying that I should never let a man ‘slip into my panties’ before marriage. It is a disgusting thing, she said, and it is absolutely unacceptable at my age. People do it to make children, she said. I never even thought of it, I swear. I swear! We never even discussed that! All we did was a little kissing in the grove! Why does she have to be so rude? Did I do anything wrong?..

September, 14

School. Again.

I didn’t have much energy to write, but now I think I’m here back again. For a while. Lessons getting tougher, Mr. Keane is turning into a monster with a ruler. When does it end? Finals, finals, come along, lemme leave that dreadful home!

December, 23

We broke up.

Merry Christmas, I guess.

#midnight mass #millie #mildred gunning #father paul hill #monsignor pruitt #john x millie #hamish linklater

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furiousgoldfish · 3 years

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Was I neglected as a child? Checklist

Bold if you experienced it, italicize if you're not sure. If you read a line and it rings true for you, but you think 'that's my fault because I never said anything', bold that line! This is about your experience, not blame assignment. (tw for painful content ahead)

Physical neglect

I couldn't count on having clean and decent appropriate clothing every day.

I couldn't count on having decent meals every day

It was my responsibility to make food/assure there's clothing even at a very young age, or there would be none

I couldn't count on being taken to a doctor when I needed it

I was not receiving proper vaccinations/medications as a child

I was not taken care of for my injuries, flu's, fevers, or health issues

I was left alone and ignored when sick

I felt guilty, ashamed and/or scared when sick

Nobody noticed if I was injured, sick, or scared of something that was happening to my body

It was safer for me to keep my sickness/injuries/medical fears to myself

I felt it would bother everyone, or make everyone mad with me if I admitted to being sick, hurt, or scared about my well being

I had to take care of other kids as a child, so my physical well being felt like an afterthought, it was something I was supposed to take care of myself

If I was taken care of physically, it was used as a blackmail later, I would be required to allow myself to be controlled as a return 'favour'

My medical issues were neglected to the point where they turned into long-term issues later

Emotional neglect

I haven't felt it was safe or welcome to open up to my parents or caretakers as a child

I was not encouraged or supported in expressing my emotions or experiences

I was not encouraged to speak about my passions, desires, or what I wanted from life

I was repeatedly attacked, shamed, ridiculed or manipulated with any private information I would share, forcing me to learn to hide

I was not welcome to speak unless I was somehow entertaining or giving out vital info

It was communicated to me in subtle or direct ways that it doesn't matter what I want or need, and that nobody cares

I was shamed and accused for wanting/needing attention

I was not receiving supportive or warm physical attention as a child (encouraging pats at the shoulder, affectionate hugs, being stroked in approving/affectionate way)

I felt uncomfortable receiving physical attention from my parents as a child because it communicated ownership and non-consensual enforcement, rather than approval and pride

I felt completely alone in any hardship and pain as a child, and knew nobody would stand by my side

I didn't feel safe asking for help, explanations, reassurance, comfort, physical attention or to be listened to

I felt like a burden if I wanted for someone to hug me and tell me it's all going to be okay

I was never comforted or reassured after crying or having a breakdown

I would get ignored, laughed at, humiliated or punished for crying, breaking down, or exploding in rage

I was taught that what I feel is irrelevant, and I would do better to stop expressing it

I was taught that expressing any painful emotion would get me nowhere, and it was better/safer to hide it

I spend hours crying or breaking down in pain/terror/stress/anxiety/catastrophizing alone with no comfort and nobody who cared or wanted to hear what I was going thru

I was to take the role of comforting and emotionally caretaking for my parents, or other children

Psychological neglect

My parents didn't notice I was depressed/anxious/psychologically unwell

My parents failed to provide me with a diagnosis for adhd, autism, or similar struggle, and I had to live and deal with it all on my own

My parents failed to believe me I was mentally ill or struggling with any kind of disability or trauma, leaving me to endure it all on my own

My fears about my value, or my future, were only intensified by my parents behaviour; I never felt reassured and secure in my current living conditions, and even less my future ones

My parents failed to acknowledge my sexuality, gender, world view, and pretended it wasn't there

My parents failed to notice I was self-harming

My parents failed to notice I was engaging in other self-destructive activities that could have, or did, cause long term damage to my life

My parents failed to notice or do anything about changes in my behaviour that signalled trauma (becoming aggressive, clingy, dissociated, numb, closed up, bed-wetting, nightmares)

My parents failed to notice I was missing school

My parents failed to notice I was failling into addictions

My parents failed to notice I was suicidal

My parents failed to notice my suicide attempts

Lack of protection

I was unsupervised for long periods of time as a small child

I was exposed to physical danger as a child without my parents noticing or reacting to it

I was exposed to physical danger and physical violence, by my parents

I was exposed to pedophiles and child predators as a child and was never warned, protected or removed from their influence

I was introduced to pedophiles and child predators by my family members

I was never given protection from bullies, or any unfair treatment during my education

I was never given support or comfort after being hurt by a stranger or a peer

I was bullied/abused/sexually assaulted by another child, and nobody noticed

I was bullied/abused/sexually assaulted by a sibling/neighbour/relative/teacher/peer, and nobody noticed/nobody stood by my side or tried to protect me

I was groomed by a predator (who could even be a family member) and nobody protected me or stopped it from happening

I was exposed to and groomed by a cult, and nobody seemed to notice, care, or help me get out of it

I was not given the knowledge to recognize a sexual assault on me, or grooming or any other predatory behaviour from strangers or other adults

I never felt protected from any outside danger, or felt like I was worth protecting; instead I was taught to feel guilty and ashamed for getting hurt at all

If you have bolded more than 4 of these, you have experienced neglect, and you were forced to struggle alone thru experiences that you were not meant to handle or survive on your own. Neglect is the type of abuse that will have the most disastrous consequences on your trust in people, your relationships, self worth, feeling of community, and will ensure that everything you were put thru is unexpressed, unresolved, and weighing down on your life. You did not deserve to be neglected like this, and none of the above is the result of your behaviour. You were not supposed to be put thru any of this alone, much less as a child.

#child abuse #abuse checklist #furiousgoldfish #abusive parents #child neglect #emotional abuse #emotional neglect #physical neglect #lack of protection #negligent parents #toxic parents #neglect #childhood neglect #traumatic childhood #traumatic neglect #writing this felt like getting punched in the stomach 20 times in a row #they really did this to us didn't they #they abandoned us as kids and called themselves our parents

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allmightluver · 3 years

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**bnha spoilers** I'm just sat here with renewed realisation of what All Might is going through. 40 years. /40 years/ he held and refined that power and dedicated his every waking (and sleeping if Vigilantes is anything to go by) moment towards the goal of defeating AfO and creating a society in which people could feel happy and safe. And now as it turns out AfO is still alive, society is broken and he has given a literal piece of his soul to this young boy leaving himself with only phantoms

Yes. I don’t think people quite grasp what all he’s going through.

It’s been shown recently to us that some, if not most, heroes have underlying ambitions in becoming a hero. Whether for money, glory, fame, popularity, doesn’t matter. They’re ultimately in it for themselves. Toshinori’s intentions from the beginning have been the most pure- he wanted to be a symbol that people can look to and know things will be ok. A symbol of hope. This boy was only around 14 years old when he decided this. What kind of 14 year old sees the world that clearly? Sees that people have no hope, that a veil of darkness covers them. The only thing I can think of is- Toshinori did not have a good childhood. Something had to have happened to a boy that young to stop seeing the joy in life so early, and see the world’s flaws. Truthfully, I believe he was an outcast- due to his quirklessness. Most likely an orphan, perhaps abandoned by his parents, as we’ve never seen him have any family. I do truly believe Toshinori has been alone all his life. I don’t doubt more could have happened to him as a child before he met Nana.

Some may argue that Izuku is the same age, and therefore it shouldn’t be that hard to see why Toshinori wanted to be a hero at such a young age. BUT, Izuku had someone to look up to, ever since he was a child of four years old, to inspire him to be a hero his whole life *cough cough* All Might. Izuku also was quirkless, much like Toshinori, and an outcast because of it (hence where I assume Toshinori was much the same). But ultimately, Izuku wanted to save people because he saw his hero do it. It really wasn’t until Izuku was a bit older, has been in UA, has been on rescue missions, has seen what the heroes see, that I think he’s truly realized how dark the world really is. Toshinori didn’t have that. He didn’t have someone to inspire him as a child, someone to look up to, a hero to inspire him to help others. At that time, heroes hadn’t become as popular as they are in present times. Toshinori saw the world for what it was, on his own, at a tender age. I think that day Nana ran into this blonde hair kid, she eyed him up, noticed his scraggly form, looked into those captivating blue eyes, and saw a man who’s lived through the world’s horrors- experienced the worst it has to offer-, and wants to save everyone he can from the same fate, all in a 14 year old boy.

Then after only a few short years with the woman he saw as his mother, she’s killed in front of him because of his own weakness- he wasn’t strong enough yet to protect her. The only other person his life, Gran Torino, literally abused him. He beat him to a pulp, taking his own emotions out on a teenager, and I doubt Toshinori said anything of it. He probably thought he deserved it. He’s still afraid of Gran Torino to this day, remembering the beatings and expecting more for his failures- even if he doesn’t know what they are surely he’s at fault for something, but he’s the only person who’s stood by his side for this long. Even while at a distance, and spouting nothing but criticisms along the way. But Toshinori had to put aside his own emotions to be that hope for everyone. He left everything he knew to go to a new country on his own, to learn how to be a hero, to be that hope for someone.

Vigilantes showed us just how hard he worked. Toshinori literally stayed awake with no sleep for days on end- 3 in the chapter I’m referencing- because people needed help, people needed saving, and no one else stepped up. He fought villains, rescued civilians, repaired damage, cleared rubble, (even accept and eat food that was against his dietary restrictions after his injury) whatever the public needed, all while draining himself further. He worked himself to the point of exhaustion because he had no help, once literally falling asleep while mid-leap across the city because he simply could go no further.

^^These happen in succession of each other^^

No one stepped up to say “Hey, Mr. Number 1, you’ve been working hard lately. Let me help you!” No one tried to take over his position. Even the Number 2 hero, Endeavor, never tried to take some of his burden. His only goal was to try to be better than All Might in terms of power- he was never trying to be the hero that the people relied on All Might for. Everyone relied on him when things looked grim. He was the back up plan. And all of this happened before Toshinori’s injury.

The only thing he ever wanted to do- help people- he can’t do (at least the way he’s always known how to). The ability to save people has been taken from him in the most gruesome way. He was finally able to fight the man that killed Nana, and in a rage that I’m sure echoed with all of the emotions of the previous users, he smashed that man’s head like a grape. But not without consequence. Several organs are gone. The pain is excruciating. He wears that man’s mark on his body for the rest of his life, never truly able to rid himself of the filth.

Then we have Nighteye’s betrayal. The man that helped him as a sidekick, the man that grew to be his only friend. Now some people may ask why Toshinori flipped like he did to Nighteye looking into his future when he was concerned about him making it through his injury. What I believe is Toshinori didn’t want to know when he would die (and really, who does). Now he knows he’s on a time limit, knows the clock is ticking. Time is running out to keep the world at peace, and with him as he is now, how long can this go on?

I think the betrayal, doing something that Toshinori specifically asked him not to do, is what hurt the most. How can he trust Nighteye anymore? He already can only count on one hand the people he can trust, let alone befriend.

He’s wasted away into a skeleton, a shell of the man he used to be. He can’t over exert himself without his only lung bleeding in protest. It’s canon in the side books that he really doesn’t eat much, which isn’t good for his diet without a stomach now (he’s supposed to have several small meals a day). He is quite literally punishing himself by starving. (Granted, he doesn’t feel hunger anymore.) He’s a sick man, beyond medical help at this point. They can only stabilize him and hope for the best. For five years now he’s in constant pain, every day. He loses blood like sweat. Surely his veins are bruised and collapsed with how many times he would have needed to be hospitalized. Whether from losing too much blood, being too dehydrated or starved from “forgetting” to eat, or an organ failing as body continues to fall apart. “...even as my body rots and grows frail...” - Toshinori People are bound to stare at him as he walks down the street. A tall, willowy, skeleton with a grimace on his face and blood stains on his clothes as he coughs up more into his own hands. There would be the ones who outright ignore him when they walk by, the people who offer pitying smiles and sympathetic glances or just outright stare, and then ones who are afraid of his appearance- children screaming at the mere sight of him and running to their parents to hide from the monster. Each one is another knife in Toshinori’s side, an ache in his chest. If only they knew who I really am.

Losing Nighteye took a toll on his hero work as well. Mirai was a huge help in the past, and took care of all Toshinori’s paperwork, while also reminding him to take care of himself. Without him, Toshinori was even more buried beneath his responsibilities. Plus, now he was on a time limit. He even snapped briefly in his first meeting with Tsukauchi, accidentally revealing himself as All Might because he was under too much pressure, and telling the detective he literally couldn’t handle doing everything by himself (who graciously took over the paperwork side of things for him).

He was living a double life now, having to lie to people left and right about who he was while in his small form, about how he became so sickly, why he was here in the first place who the heck is this skinny old guy. Surely he had multiple visits to the doctor while continuing to repair the damage done by AFO (there’s a limit to how much the body can handle at once. And things I’m sure continued to fail as time went on). Then he would be bedridden for as long as the doctors could keep him strapped to a bed, until he couldn’t take the people’s cries for help any longer, and would jump into action. (It’s also revealed he has something of a super hearing- able to hear danger- which may have been a form of danger sense of OFA that was never fully unlocked?. Either way, he surly could sense disasters happening while he could only lay and heal from his latest surgery. Those poor doctors must have had to re-stitch him several times). People blame him for not preparing society for his retirement, that he failed in passing on the torch so to speak, but in reality he did everything possible to keep society from falling for 40 years, doing all within his power just to keep things afloat. He is only one person. One human being, he can’t do everything despite trying to. Society failed All Might.

People blame him for not being a good teacher. He didn’t exactly have the greatest teacher himself to learn from. He’s never had to teach anyone anything, he just punches! He’s learning. And for his own credit, he’s an incredibly wise man, he has years of experience under his belt, and an intelligence score of 6/6, scoring up there with Nezu! He may not always have the right way to bring something up, but he’s doing his best. Yet even he blames himself for Izuku not being able to control his quirk better. Every time the boy hurts himself, it’s just another tally on the chalkboard of Toshinori’s failures. He himself knows the boy deserves better, better than him. Useless. Pathetic.

Then his friend from America, Dave, essentially became a villain trying to preserve Toshinori’s legacy after Toshinori told him about his injury. Dave went behind his back, threatened people, injured people (pretty sure people died), all for Toshinori’s sake. Something he didn’t want to begin with. Having to put your only other friend in jail for trying to help you surely couldn’t have been easy.

Oh, by the way? All For One isn’t dead. All Might will fight him again, publicly, have his weakened form exposed to the world, and have his own emotions toyed with as he finds out about his master’s grandson in the villain’s hands. Would Nana hate him for leaving her son alone like she’d asked, and dooming her grandchild to be raised by the greatest villain? Could he have done anything to save him? But Toshinori isn’t allowed to feel, he has to smile and push his own feelings aside once again, because there’s a villain to be fought, and only he can fight him. Despite coming out on top, he’ll have suffered severe head trauma, broken left arm, destroyed right arm, and several cuts and bruises that are sure to scar. And then, his quirk, the only thing that’s been allowing him to help people, the gift given to him that he carefully held for 40 years and molded into his own until his very consciousness was permanently carved into it, blows out like a match in the wind. And he’s done. Used up. Empty. Broken. Hollow. Alone, again.

He overhears his student, Bakugo, admit that he blames himself for All Might’s retirement. If he hadn’t been captured, All Might wouldn’t have had to save him, and he wouldn’t have had to fight AFO. Of course Toshinori knows that’s not true, his time was about to run out anyway. It would have happened one way or another. But how can he explain to this child that he wasn’t the cause of his hero, the world’s greatest hero, fighting for his sake, bleeding for his sake, being forced into retirement to keep him safe. Every time Bakugo sees the bandages covering Toshinori’s body is another reminder of the pain and sacrifice Toshinori willingly gave to keep him safe. Toshinori wasn’t held when his mentor died. He wasn’t told it was ok to be sad, that grief and mourning was a natural process, that it takes time to heal. He wasn’t told it was ok to cry. Instead his feelings were beaten out of him as he wondered if Gran Torino blamed him for Nana’s death. He already blamed himself How then, does he comfort a child mourning for him? For what he lost.

And then he gets the call to come to the hospital. Mirai, Nighteye, his old sidekick friend, has been gravely injured, much like he himself was only a few years ago, and most likely won’t survive the night. And to his horror, Nighteye is happy to see him, smiles at him, says he doesn’t hate him for what happened, only wants Toshinori to be happy. He can’t accept that, at least let him apologize, reconcile his sins before it’s too late! But it is. Another fractured piece of his heart gone.

Of course, seeing your students beat up and their arms completely destroyed must have hurt. Instead of being able to save these kids, they’re the ones that hurt themselves to save everyone else. And if Bakugo had kept OFA, things could have been very different (especially with what we know now of OFA and people with quirks). Toshinori wasn’t mad at Izuku for transferring it away, he’d never regret choosing Izuku, and I believe he still would have stayed by Izuku and Bakugo’s side should it have stayed in Bakugo, doing whatever he could to help.

As he tells Aizawa, “I’ve decided to live,” -that statement seems so melancholy, besides obvious reasons. It sounds more like another task he has to accomplish. He didn’t die he was supposed to die with the AFO fight, and now the whole life he lived is over. The world has no use for him anymore. If not for Izuku, he’d have nothing left keeping him here. But because his boy made him promise to live, he’ll do so. Though it almost seems like he says those words with regret. “I’ve decided to live.” Not, “I’m going to live!” “Nothing can kill me!” “I won’t go down without a fight!” No. “I’ll live if I have to, only because you asked me to.” The man is obviously and outwardly depressed. He has so many things against him. No doubt has severe PTSD, anxiety, among others. Not to mention his own physical health. Every day hurts. It’s painful to be alive. Why would he torture himself if he doesn’t have to? For you, my boy. You’re the only thing keeping me here. The only light in my dark world.

He tries to help Izuku find out the previous holder’s quirks, to help his boy in any way he can now that he’s worthless, and goes days on end without sleep, running his body into the ground. He even forgets Christmas. Only to find that by giving the boy the same gift he had received, he may have just doomed him to an early death, among psychological torture (danger detection). (Granted, he really doesn’t know how everything works, and he’s afraid to talk to anyone about it). His boy could live only half a life.

It’s only been a few months since he retired, and society has fallen into shambles. People are blaming him. People are dying. He watches helplessly as his colleague fight his fight for him, and end up battered, bruised, crippled, dead. He students, his boy, battle the monster he should have killed. Children are bleeding. This shouldn’t happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Is everything he worked for, everything he fought to protect, to build up, to inspire, is all for naught?! Did he live a foolish dream and doom the world? Was all the the friends he lost, tears he shed, the organs he destroyed, the pain he endures on a daily basis from the hole in his side, and the blood he continues to bleed every day, for nothing? The public, the ones he protected for so long, mourn his absence, but surely there are those among them who also blame him. The statue from his last fight in Kamino one that he never asked for was decimated in a mock of his catch phrase- the one that was supposed to give hope.

Now he can feel his own vestige speaking with Izuku in the OFA realm, even with out OFA in his own body anymore. His clock as nearly reached it’s limit, Nighteye’s prediction is due any day now. The only thing he wants is to see his boy smile at him, to give him some shred of hope. Yet the child remains unconscious, and Toshinori can’t even hold his hand from the bandages covering his arms. Will he still be able to fight? Is there any coming back from this now? Did I break him?

With all Toshinori has been through, I’m honestly surprised we haven’t seen him just outright break down. Anyone, anyone, else should have crumbled under the pressure of holding up the world for 40 years alone. And instead of being able to pass it on to someone when he can no longer bear its weight, it simply falls to into the abyss. People don’t credit All Might enough for everything he’s done. Most don’t realize the sacrifices he’s made. His character is so unbelievably profound and deep, it’s more than just the “I am here!” people focus on. He’s a deeply troubled, layered, complex character. And I can’t find fault within him.

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koushou · 3 years

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hey can i request a oneshot or hc for megumi, thank you 😩❤️

insufferable

pairing : megumi fushiguro x f!reader {small angst + fluff}

warnings : reader injury, gojo being a perv

word count : 3k

a/n : thank u for requesting! i'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, so this was fun to write, i hope you enjoy !

he’s been your rival for as long as you could remember, it was always some kind of competition between the both of you. although, the feeling you both feel for each other, is it truly as simple as hatred?

Insufferable.

It was the only way to describe the dark haired boy standing in front of you, a smug grin playing on his lips.

“Alright, calm down, you two,” your teacher’s voice rang over to where you were standing as he made his way over.

Gojo sighs, running a hand through his hair as he eyes the both of you.

“What did I say abo-”

“He clearly had a head start!” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring down your rival across from you.

“Are you accusing me of cheating?” He raises his eyebrows at you tauntingly.

“Anyone could tell that you ran before sensei blew the whistle!”

“Maybe you should stop focusing on me, and work on bettering your own abilities instead.” He rolls his eyes while starting to walk away, obviously getting bored of the conversation.

“You—!”

“Okay, okay, come on,” Gojo leads you away before you could tackle the boy with his back turned to you.

Megumi Fushiguro.

Your life-long rival, you guys had been by each other’s side for as long as you could remember.

Not that you wanted to remember, you hated him. And so did he.

Everything was a competition between the both of you, and although you would die before admitting it, your constant battles did improve you as a jujutsu sorcerer.

When you both found out you were going to be attending Jujutsu Tech together, you personally saw it as an opportunity to fight him even more, to prove that you were the stronger one, while Megumi-

Well, he didn’t care. He never cared about anything, anyway.

“Come on, we’re heading to the mission location,” Gojo begins to walk ahead of you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You let out a sigh, wishing you could be in the safe confines of your room instead of fighting alongside your least favorite person in the whole world.

“Sensei, what are the curses’ grades?” You ask after the tall white-haired man, who was getting into the front passenger seat of a black car.

“They said it would be a couple Grade 3’s, nothing too much,” the older man yawns, stretching his arms over his head before cursing as they bump against the car’s roof.

“They also mentioned a special grade or something, I don’t really remember,” Gojo slams the car door shut, leaving you to roll your eyes at the man’s irresponsibility.

About to make your way to the car as well, you stumble as a force pushed you from behind, turning around as you get ready to attack whoever was-

“Try not to die to a couple Grade 3’s, alright?” Megumi smirks down at your fuming expression, before making his way to the car.

“I mean, I know they can be quite a hassle for you, but take your time.”

Inhaling sharply, you massage your temples with one hand, trying to suppress your frustration and holding back from tackling the boy to the ground.

“He’s so immature.” Nobara, one of your closest friends at Jujutsu Tech, comes up to you, rolling her eyes at the boy.

“Ignore him, let’s have some meat buns when we get back.” She sends you a wink before walking towards the car, to which you respond with a laugh.

There will be meat buns waiting when I get back, you thought to yourself, licking your lips unconsciously. It will be worth it, snuggling up back in your fluffy blankets, binging your newest favorite show that was airing today-

“You coming or not?” A voice breaks you from your daydream, snapping your head up.

“Ah, are you scared? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Megumi smiles at you mockingly, chuckling as he shoves his hands into his pockets and entering the car in the back seats.

Ah.

This was going to be a long day.

“We’re here,” Gojo announces, unlocking the car door to get out.

You all exit the car, stretching as you take note of your surroundings.

The mission assigned this time was to eliminate a couple curses who had sneaked their way into an elementary school. The students were still inside, so you had to be extra careful with fighting.

“Well then, let’s head in.”

Starting to make your way toward the school entrance, a small groan from the side halts you all in your tracks.

A green, slimy creature emerges from the bushes, crawling on its legs as it stares up at all of you.

It leaps forward suddenly, lunging at you, as you raise your sword in time to block it, slicing it in half in one swift motion.

It lets out a final groan as it drops to the ground, melting into a green blob.

“Not too bad, you actually killed it.” Megumi raises an eyebrow in amusement as you clean your sword of any of its remains.

“Thanks for the compliment.” You snarl at him sarcastically, drawing another sigh from Gojo.

You all continue making your way to the school’s front doors, when suddenly your teacher holds an arm out, stopping all of you.

“Shh, listen.”

There was a quiet voice- no, many voices coming from down the hallway of the school. The building was filled with black smoke, restricting your views of where the sounds were coming from.

It sounded as if the many voices were chanting a curse or spell of some sort, and you all knew instantly.

This couldn’t be the doings of a grade 3.

It had to be a special curse.

Gojo steps forward slowly, entering the black smoke as he checks the left hallway, before returning and nodding to you that it was safe.

You nod, slowly making your way into the school as well, turning to check the right hallway.

The black smoke almost made it hard to breathe, you trying your best to swat away any smoke making your eyes tear up.

The chanting became louder as you entered the hallway, and you saw a figure standing in the middle.

Your breath catches in your throat, ready to turn and tell Gojo what you saw, but could you really describe what it was?

It stood at least two feet above you, with gray skin mixed with red blotches here and there and multiple arms hanging by its side. Horns and unidentifiable liquids stuck to its skin, with its mouth hanging open. It had the sharpest teeth you’d ever seen on a curse- no, you’d ever seen in your life- and drool pooled at the corners of its lips, if you could even call them lips, before dripping down its chin, staining the marble floor.

It continued to chant its spell, however it sounded as if the voices were in your head, in your eardrums, echoing through your brain.

You could hear your name being called from behind you, probably Gojo, but the chants were getting louder, louder, and louder until the special grade was standing right before you, its tall figure looming over you.

Snap out of it, you thought to yourself, trying to shake its voice out of your head, commanding your legs to move. To turn back. To run.

Finally you felt your legs listening to you, and you turned around and ran. Ignoring the pattering footsteps of the creature following close behind you, you ran as fast as you could.

Finally, you could see the light at the entrance, where you all had been before, and you could almost see their faces, until-

“Y/N—!”

A sharp pain shot through your stomach.

Ah, that voice.

The voice of your rival who had been competing with you, fighting with you, for your whole life.

It was like it all happened in slow motion, like in the movies.

Megumi and the others stood before you, with a horrified expression as their eyes travelled down, down to your stomach.

You followed their gaze, a dark crimson stain beginning to seep through your uniform, a sharp horn stabbed from the back, right through your body.

Ah, this was it. That jerk was right, huh? I am weak after all.

At that moment, your body went limp. All feelings left your limbs, leaving you to free fall forward, eyes closing as you begin to lose consciousness.

But not before you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, stopping you from the impact.

“Y/N! Wake up, come on, wake up—!”

Why do you keep shouting? You’re so loud, be quiet.

“You can’t do this, wake up— please—“

I told you to be quiet, geez, let me sleep already.

And the last crumb of consciousness left your body.

A horrible thumping pain in your head. Hushed voices from next to you. Fingers entangled with yours.

Wait- fingers?

It had never been so hard to open your eyes, wincing as a bright light from above hits you directly.

Taking a moment to adjust, you finally looked around your surroundings.

It seemed as if you were in a hospital room, long tubes connected to your arms, hands, legs, making it hard for you to move at all.

You notice a doctor and Gojo speaking by the door, but what shocked you was the sleeping boy by your bed.

The sunlight seeping through the window shines on his slender face perfectly, dark strands of hair framing his sleeping face, one you could’ve almost teased him for until you notice his hands. Your hands.

His fingers entangled with yours by your side, the warmth from his palm radiating through yours as the rise and fall from his breathing caused his hands to move slightly every time.

You wished you could snap a picture of this right now, but the comforting feeling of his hands against yours made you not want to move an inch.

“Ah, you’re awake, Y/N,” You recognized your teacher’s voice as he makes his way over to your bed with a relieved smile.

You feel the boy wake up with a jolt, eyes blinking to focus themselves, before settling on yours and widening.

It was only then that he became aware of your entangled hands, quickly pulling away and coughing to cover the slight pink spreading across his cheeks.

“How are you feeling?” The doctor next to Gojo asks, holding a clipboard in his hands.

“Just a bit sore in my ribs, but nothing too much.” Megumi glances in your direction, and you would’ve thought it was out of concern before mentally slapping yourself at the absurdity of it.

“Alright, we’ll need to keep you here for a few weeks,” the doctor says, noting something on his clipboard. “I’ll be right back, we still need to give you a check-up.”

He leaves the room, and Gojo takes a seat on the other side of your bed, across from Megumi.

“I’m glad you’re alright, Y/N,” he sighs, before leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Good thing you were brought back in time, doc says that any longer and the injury would’ve been more severe.”

You nod, facing your teacher, “Thank you sensei, I should’ve been more careful.”

He shakes his head, “It was a special grade, my fault for not notifying you all earlier.”

A grin spreads across his face, leaning forward slowly in his seat.

“But I’m not the one you should be thanking.” He nods his head slightly to your left, making you turn to see a coughing Megumi, who suddenly thought his shoes were the most interesting things in the world.

Gojo chuckles, patting your shoulder as he gets up to leave.

“I’ll leave you two alone, Megumi take care of her, alright?”

Even behind the blindfold, you could sense that he was sending a wink your way.

The boy only grumbles in response, fiddling with his hands nervously.

You stare at him, before bursting out in laughter.

His head shoots up, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you still laughing.

“What’s with that gloomy look? Don’t tell me…”

You tilt your head at him, a smirk spreading across your face.

“Aww, are you worried about me, ‘gumi?”

The use of the nickname you made for him makes him scoff, turning away from you.

“As if. Just wondering about how stupid you were to get yourself hurt.”

He bites his lips for a moment, as if pondering his next words.

“And stop laughing so hard, what—”

Megumi stops and looks away.

“—what if your wound opens again?” He murmurs quietly, but you managed to catch it.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before chuckling at him teasingly, “So you are worried about me, liar.”

“Am not!”

“You totally are.”

“Keep lying to yourself.”

With a sigh, you close your eyes, refusing to argue with the boy any longer.

“By the way, what did sensei mean before? That you were the one I should be thanking?”

You open your eyes, waiting for his answer.

His eyes widen the slightest bit, before looking away once again.

“...s’nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raise your eyebrows at him, confused.

He shakes his head, showing that he wasn’t going to answer.

Groaning, you roll your eyes at his childish behavior, “God- you’re so infuriating sometimes, why—”

“When you fainted, I carried you all the way to the hospital, okay?! On my own damn legs, I ran all the way here, I don’t know why I did, but I did so stop asking—!”

Megumi shouts, panting as he finishes talking with an unreadable look in his eyes.

You gape at him slightly, still trying to register his words.

“You...carried me here? Why didn’t you just take the car?”

He scoffs, “The car is way too slow, I would be faster. Plus, your injury would’ve gotten worse so you should thank me.”

He eyes you, searching for any emotions on your face, but all you felt was confusion at the moment.

A few beats of silence pass, and Megumi sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Well? At least say something.” He mumbles, shifting his feet on the floor.

You just look at him, not believing what he said, before laughing softly.

“Man, ‘gumi, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought you liked me so much that you were scared that I would die.”

You teased him, expecting a scoff or an insult thrown back of some sort, but he just rolls his bottom teeth in between his teeth, not making eye contact.

“...so what if I do?” He finally says, so softly that you wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close to you.

Wait, why was he so close to you—

The distance between you two closed as he leaned forward to meet your lips with his. The kiss was slow, inexperienced, but honest and passionate.

Your eyes widened in shock, while his were screwed tight, afraid to open and meet yours.

A contrast to his appearance and personality, his lips were soft, fitting snugly against yours, the taste of him sweet, like cherries.

After a few seconds, he pulls away hesitantly, sitting back down in the chair.

The tension was so thick in the room, not even a knife could cut through it.

It was awkward for a few beats before he spoke.

“I-uh, sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” he rubs the back of his neck, a heavy pink dusting his cheeks.

“It..it’s fine, it was nice,” you spoke softly, almost whispering.

His head shot up, facing you. “You liked it?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, before nodding, slowly meeting his gaze.

“Thank you, for saving me.”

A small smile spreads across his lips. Not a teasing one he would use when he was making fun of you, not a fake one, no. This was different.

Megumi was genuinely smiling at you like you were the most amazing thing he’s ever seen before.

“No problem,” he speaks, before slowly reaching for your hand.

Watching you with a careful gaze for any signs of discomfort, he intertwines his fingers with yours, giving it a small squeeze.

“... I was scared, you know?” He sighs, eyes never leaving your face.

“Scared that… I would lose the one person I care about.” You flush at his words.

“I know, I treat you like you’re below me all the time, like you’re weak, but I-“ He clears his throat, not wanting to mess this up. He only had one chance after all.

“-I do care about you, and I get happy whenever we fight against each other, or with each other. I was scared that- that I would lose the most important person in my life.”

You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face, one part of you wanting to tease him like usual, but the other part of you, wanted to do something else.

You tug on his hand that was still holding yours, making him lean forward as you met his lips halfway.

The kiss was a little longer this time, you didn’t have to use words to convey your feelings. He knew. And you knew, too.

Pulling away at last, you lightly flicked his forehead, causing him to pout and rub the sore spot.

You giggle, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“I care about you too, Megumi. A lot. I always have.”

You smile.

“And I always will.”

He smiles widely, leaning forward once again until you hear muffled voices on the other side of the door.

“Do you think they’re having s-”

“Sensei! Stop being so loud, they might hear you—“

The door suddenly slams open with Nobara and Gojo tumbling onto the floor.

Silence.

Laughing awkwardly, they finally stand up, nudging the other to speak.

“I- she- uh, we- woah—!” Gojo gasps dramatically at the sight of your hands together.

“So you were having s-”

Both of you flush at the same time, shouting at him.

“We weren’t—!”

You all burst out laughing, feeling Megumi squeeze your hand softly.

Gosh, making you feel butterflies in your stomach like this?

Megumi Fushiguro was truly insufferable.

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