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therealslimshakespeare · 14 days ago

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Hi! I’m an environmental eng girly myself so I’m sort of very interested in this (and also a new reader so please bear with me if I’m lacking on some knowledge here). The 1950s were just generally a very interesting time for women in stem/ engineering but obviously not great for equality still. For example, since you mentioned that Lu is from Texas, in the 1950s there were roughly 700 engineers working with the Highway Dpt of Texas and only THREE were women. So I’m curious, how does Lu handle/ cope with being in a field that would have her be surrounded entirely by men? She would very likely be the only women in most of her classes and professional endeavours. And I know you mentioned that when she works on that Twisters inspired Tornado project with those military boys, all of them love and adore her which I LOVE! Because she’s so smart and such a genius so it makes my heart really happy to see that that allows her to command respect 🥰 But in college, how does she manage being in a space with all these guys who might not all respect her (god like uni eng guys are a special brand of asshole, I’m not saying all of them but some…). Because I’m being so real- that is still an issue in engineering and still something that my girl friends and I have experienced/ felt 😅 And then also with environmental engineering specifically a lot of the work is sort of… rural and isolated. Like you won’t be working in a big crowded space a lot of the time. And being with all those guys, (also like… again, college guys are just a special brand of asshole? I feel like every girl would be out of her comfort zone if she were to be around only them, even now) is that something that induces anxiety for her? Does she ever worry that “putting herself in that position” is inviting anything similar to the horrific violence she’s already gone through? And then on the fluffier side, HOW does she persevere?! Because again we know she wasn’t doing well? I get the vibes from the asks that she was genuinely very depressed and not at all in a good place. So I’m just so intrigued by this era of hers. Anyways this is sooo long and convoluted feel free to ignore it haha. It’s just something that is so interesting to me I love this woman in stem so much 🥰 But yeah I’m interested in her college days and how she handles her horrible mental health, a very very shitty boyfriend and THIS on top of it all.

Oh and to add, we know that Ida worries for her often (along with the rest of the trinity), is she ever concerned about Lu being in those sorts of situations? Because Ida has so much complex trauma of her own (remember in Hardwoods how she has that thought that being alone with men is courting violence!!!!!!!!!!!) and she had to SEE Lu being assaulted? Just wondering because I love these two. And the rest of the trinity I guess. I know my parents would be🤧

Aaaaah see now you’re educating me about the Texan engineering!!! Omg that’s so cool. I knew it had to be slim pickings but goodness, three? Yeah, wow, ok then Lu, ya got your work cut out for you. Also, Nonnie, you’re so cool, I feel special for you gracing my inbox 🥰

Oh yes, just from acquaintance I am somewhat familiar with the engineer bro vibe, ha. Having come from the army has to help her a little. So far in the story we’ve focused on all the boys who love and take care of the girls as integrated into themselves, but you know there were the assholes in the 100th about it and you KNOW there were absolute pigs in the stalag, too. So it’s not a fully new issue. But, somehow this is even more secluded, likely? So, it’s intense.

I think she’s already very withdrawn during this era so she’s not trying to make friends with them all, if they’re assholes she does her best to keep her head down and then enjoys smoking them at tests or in the field. If they wanna play a practical joke to sabotage her?!- oh well, they shouldn’t have picked on Bucky Egan’s daughter. But omg, for all these women there’s the question of if they’re inviting that violence again by pursuing these careers and that’s so horrible to even be considered but it’s so real!!! My girl has her brass knuckles though, the (pretty worthless social friends from Spencer’s crowd) and a will of iron. This is the field she wants to work in, she always did and she happened to go to kindergarten in war for it but by god she’s gonna keep at it through college.

Also. Not wanting to fail. I think depressed and miserable as she might’ve been, failing (she’s so like Gale lemme go scream) would be worse than anything that could happen to her while she was trying. She’s so dogged about it, and this is something of her own, it’s not her crew and it’s not her squadron, it’s her. She’s doing this, and she might as well not get up again if she fails, I think is her attitude…when she’s so down, ya know?

Ida…for a long time Ida lives in a world where everyone could potentially be awful. She can’t contextualize it well. It takes a massive toll on her mental and bodily health, that constant alertness and suspicion and stress. Being in Germany likely only exacerbates that, tbh. Nice thought Rosie but, she’s having some severe ptsd just living amongst the language every day. 😭

#those who can #Ida x Lu #Tallulah Smith #Ida Brady

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leclercstars · 10 months ago

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i’m craving something super angsty and max. like he and reader got into a fight and she left their apartment and got into an accident (someone hit her car while she was driving or someone ran into her while she was walking) and max doesn’t know that she’s been hurt for a few days until someone on the grid mentioned it to him and he grovels like his life depends on it to try and win her back. can end sad if you want

Woohoo another request fic!! This is a little different than what I usually write but I’m excited! Also I think I’ll turn it into a series. Anyways:

die for you

Max Verstappen x Reader

Warnings: mention of car crash, some cursing.

“This cannot be fucking happening right now,” you were pacing around the kitchen of your and Max’s high-rise, your head buried in your hands as tears of frustration threatened to ruin your makeup. Thunder boomed and rain pounded on the windows.

Max had just gotten home from being out last night. It was 2 p.m.. The next day. You rarely felt this sort of anger towards him- but how could betray your trust like that? He swore up and down that he had accidentally fallen asleep at the after-party Charles had, but how could you be sure?

“Baby please you have to believe me,” his voice getting louder and louder as his frustration grew.

“I can’t! I can’t believe you! You slept at CHARLES? UNTIL TWO? It makes no sense especially since you usually don’t even drink that much.” tears were now spilling out of your eyes and your voice had taken on a tone you hadn’t even heard before.

“I’m sleeping at Isabelle’s tonight.” you said matter of factly.

Max sat on the couch, head in hands, too stunned to even move. What had he done? He knew why she was upset- and didn’t really expect her to believe his story. He hadn’t been answering her texts or calls last night either because his phone died- which certainly didn’t help the situation.

She left without so much as a goodbye. He might’ve just lost the best thing he ever had.

A week had passed now, without so much as a call or text from her. He had never felt so sick in his life, the heartbreak taking a toll on his physical health. Her stuff still lay scattered around the apartment- constant reminders of her presence that haunted him daily.

Max was hanging around the paddock the Thursday before the Monaco Grand Prix, chatting with all of his fellow drivers. He was sure that he was doing a poor job of hiding his down-trodden state.

“Did you hear about that massive wreck that happened the other day?” Daniel posed the question to the group. Everyone gave various sentiments of shock- talking about how the people involved were lucky to get out alive.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Max snapped.

“Dude, your girlfriend was literally involved. How do you not know? Did she not tell you? She’s going to make a full recovery reportedly.” Daniel replied back with genuine confusion.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The entire world started spinning- and he only saw Charles concerned face before his vision went completely black

PART 2???

#f1 #max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen angst #red bull angst #red bull f1 #f1 imagine #f1 angst #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #f1 x reader

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cypher-writer · 4 months ago

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Yandere Emperor ✷

Male!Emperor x GN!Emperor!reader

Reader/Y/N refered to as They/Them but also as Emperor

Warnings: not very detailed gore, swearing, blackmail, manipulation, depictions of self harm (hair tugging from reader), yandere themes

Y/N is "insane/crazy"/mentally ill (Y/N is not in the right headspace throughout this entire story. They have multiple violent thoughts and outbursts and similar symptoms that could warrant in mental illnesses such as IED, BPD, PTSD or ASPD ((I am not a mental health professional)). If you have thoughts such as these depicted in the story try to reach out and talk to someone about your experiences and search for help! This story is not a diagnosis or confirmation that you have these mental illnesses either as these symptoms can be common in 'normal' life as well. Consult a professional for genuine concerns.)

Word count: 3.3k

There are books written of the unbelievable and inspiring rise of the L/N empire.

The way it was starting to diminish after it fell in the hands of your fathers rule and how every other land was already eyeing up the land you've harbored after many centuries of growing.

You remember sitting on a chair in the ballroom as your father swindled other women right in front of your eyes, partying as if everything's alright while you watched and could only count the days till some foreign kingdom wagered war and took over everything you held dear. The days were nigh, you knew it. But back then all you could do is sip tea and keep face.

Your poor mother had it the worst, gosh, you love her so. She was the best mother you could ask for and more. She spent her entire life caring and doting on you, raising you to be your very best self. You learnt from her and looked up to her. Something you wouldn't ever even think of doing to your father.

It was even worse knowing that that excuse of a blood relative would woo other women even if your mother was in the vicinity. You hated him. You hated him so much there isn't a word that could describe how much you truly loathed him, how much you wanted to strangle him every night for putting anyone in such pain.

In his eyes, it was fine, he was emperor after all, no?

That title he took for granted so easily was ripped away from him just the same. The same way his heart was ripped out and left beside his empty beer jug in a bloody mess that one night after he got too drunk to stumble back into his bedroom, landing in the gardens and perishing somewhere in the dusk. Truly devastating how the murderer was never caught.

The title would have then fallen momentarily onto your mother, but she took a bit of a mental hit from her husbands death (even if he was cruel) and just couldn't rule while grieving at the same time. There was an uproar of doubts from the townsfolk as they panicked of who would take care of their land next? You wondered the same, till everyone's eyes landed on you.

You, back then a teenager who did not plan to take over so early, but didn't mind in the end anyways.

You took the reigns as fast as possible and finally fixed what your father was too 'busy' to care about mending, upgrading the army, listening to the people's pleas and of course, continuing to progress in the growth of your empire, spreading further and further.

In no time you were known as a crazy tyrant, taking risks that have never been even thought of that before. Although, that wasn't the crazy part of 'crazy tyrant', no, the crazy part was that it all actually worked. Every chance was in your favor, somehow. You didn't know why either, but to be fair you did not care. If good luck was on your side you did not wish to bother it with endless questions.

The tyrant part was mostly a fancy noun to add onto the crazy. You weren't a cruel leader to your people, you cared for each one and took real responsibility in everything you had to he involved in, but you sure as hell were cruel in war. You didn't hold back, you didn't second guess. You took your sword and used the mastery of your hand to gain back the land that should have been yours already.

Emperor L/N, that was you. It was your title. It was your Empire, the biggest in the Fucking world.

And it might have gotten into your head a bit. Not as much as your father, but enough to make you crave the taste of another battle, the sound of swords clashing and the smell of blood. It made you giggle with only an itsy bitsy bit of insanity, nothing too dire, nothing your mother couldn't scold you back into a clear mind for.

Truly, it didn't matter how crazy you were on the battle field or what edgy names the people outside gave you, what mattered was that you were successful and could handle your temper just enough. And you could.

...

Till that bastard came into picture. Little Emperor Kingsley. The Nepo baby of the millennia. He was the golden child in everyone's eyes, the angel of our poor, unpure world. He had everyone around his finger, it was fucking ridiculous, really.

He grew up being perfect, so much so that his people thought he was some sort of Christ. He was worshiped. He was loved. And when he reached of minimum age, he was crowned emperor. Why? Because the people— and not just the townsfolk or anyone like that, multiple, whole empires— believed he would grace everyone with his touch and make the entirety of this shity world virtuous and moral again.

But when that letter came to your throne, that elegant writing stating:

"Dear L/N,

It is with the upmost kindness and hope that we ask you to join the newly forming union of 'aureum annum' —the golden year— to aid us in-"

You didn't read the rest as you ripped the letter up and told one of your servants to throw the shredded pieces into any furnace or campfire. You had your experiences with people who think too highly of themselves. And you don't want to meddle yourself in those affairs again. So, with your own better judgement you decided to just never respond. They should get the hint.

And it seemed for a little that they did... Till Kingsley informed that he wishes to visit and talk to you about Aureum annum. You scoffed, rolled your eyes, groaned and sighed as you held back to tearing this note up as well. Your mother strongly advised you to at least talk to them, what's the worst that could happen?

So much.

With annoyance and another eye roll, you replied with a sugarcoated reply:

'Dear Emperor Kingsley,

Why yes! Come in! Why don't you come here and let me tell you in person how much I want to shove that shit eating good for nothing perfection of yours up your a-'

yeah, in conclusion you were not happy and your mother wrote the letter instead.

You counted the days until the foreboding meeting, exhaling in irritation when you realize that, unfortunately, time will not freeze and delay the eventual rendezvous. The only thing you could do is slump slightly as you kept your mind distracted by training with your trusted and iconic sword.

You really don't have a good feeling about this. You really don't.

"Today's the day." Your mother's soft words broke the silence, her hands trailing over any creased surface of your fine clothing, smoothing them out and making sure they're up to making the best impression they could. You couldn't help but chuckle at your mother's worry, trying to hide it under her facade of cleanliness.

"Mother, something tells me you're more worried about this meeting than I am." You looked down at her, trying to comfort her with a gentle smile. She retracted her hands and clasped them before her chest, sighing as her gaze lifted to yours. "I only wish this meeting goes well and doesn't end in violence, Y/N."

Your mother has strict opinions on warfare and things alike that not even god could change: unnecessary and disposable. You respected them, but couldn't help the thrill victory gave you.

You placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to ease her thoughts. "I promise to be on my best behavior, I don't want this to end in anything bad either." You did your best to reassure her that you'd play nice, pretend to be kind and not what everyone assumes you are. Are you?

She reciprocated with the same feather-light smile as her hand traveled to the side of your face, eyes proud yet almost sad. They were like that since your fathers death, you can't blame her. You never can, you never would. You just wanted to make her happy and to take her out of the constant mild pain she's in; never too big to care, but not too small to ever ignore.

"You best go now, dear." She spoke, turning away. "It's best to be there early to greet the guest."

You watched her leave and huffed. You truly don't know how this will go. You don't know much about Kingsley even if there's countless praise on him in multiple books and stories. Because that's all it is, praise. Praise isn't the truth, even if it holds some real significance. When people describe you, they'd say you were a victorious monarch with a skilled swing, but you're also crazy and cruel in battle. Your flaws spilled like ink over every page. Kingsley, there was not a single bad word you could find in the thousands of words he was talked about in. He's not human if there's nothing bad about it. Do they really want you to believe he's never had a single bad thought in his life? Not a single flaw? Inhuman, that's what he is.

Walking down the halls of your huge castle gave you time to think over how you'll act. Should you shake his hand? Should you bow? Should you just glare? A frustrated humm left your throat as you made a turn to head towards the grand entrance of the palace. Should you put up an act or just be casual? He's definitely heard of you so it'd be much more suspicious if you were suddenly this sinless soul. Might as well just blend you personality with whatever his was. A balance of good and… yourself.

You suddenly realised you were at the main gates, standing next to the guards and servants that have come early as well, making sure to impress Emperor Kingsley with their service and punctuality.

"Are you ready, my Majesty?" Your personal servant stepped to your side, one arm bent behind his back as the other was fixed in front, a white napkin draped over it. You scorned and nodded. "As ready as I can be for mr. Perfect, I guess." Your butler only replied with a smile before resuming looking forwards, his back straightened. You mimicked his posture after realising that you were slumped over.

"They're arriving!" You heard a distant shout, presumably one of the guards that inspect the people entering your empire. You inhaled deeply, keeping the breath in as you saw the grand carriage move towards you and the group of people surrounding you. An unexplainable anger surged through you for no reason before disappearing as the barouche halted. The driver who once reigned the horses stepped off, chin high as he maneuvered to open the little door facing you. You stared as it was opened and a cloaked figure step close. You were quick to come close and offer a hand of help which the person accepted with a smile, making an exit out of the carriage with your assist.

"Emperor Kingsley." You greeted, bowing slightly, guessing that it's the most appropriate action in the moment, also making sure that your tone was sweet.

"Emperor L/N." Kingsley returned, bowing the same way. You noted his elegant clothing; gold and white tones complementing each other with its intricate embroidery, details that one would appreciate. You bet each stitch was sewn in with precision you could not care for, it was futile if it was gonna get ripped out in battle. But Kingsley did not engage in battle. You did wonder why he was cloaked, you could barely make out his face, only the lower part of it. Makeup was delicately painted on his face from what you could see, his lips having a slight golden shimmer to them and his cheeks having some sort of design on them. From the sides, blonde hair poked out, silky and smooth. You can see why people called him an angel, but was he really one or was it just an act?

Moments later, you found yourself leading Kingsley towards a room specifically prepared for you to talk about whatever he was here for. Pulling a cushioned and royal looking chair for him to sit on before going to the other side of the rectangular, short table to sit yourself.

"Well then,-" You spoke first, wanting to seem engaged even though you wanted him to leave as quickly as possible. What if he was here with mal intent? What if he wanted to murder you, or worse your mother? "-I suspect you have matters which you wish to discuss with me."

Kingsley nodded, finally taking off the hood. Grey eyes peered into yours, almost looking right through you. "Yes, Indeed I do."

His voice was soft like butter, smooth and calm. "I wish to talk about aureum annum. Specifically the event of your rejection to join."

Ah, you guessed this was about that. You couldn't avoid it any longer. But in all fairness, you thought they didn't have the courage to come up to you, especially not when you have the all too known title of 'Crazy Tyrant'.

"Oh, yes. Well, I am sure you have great and ingenious plans for the union but I prefer to rule over my empire without the need to talk to others and see how it affects them." You explained with the most docile voice you could snatch out of yourself, you shouldn't need to explain why you don't want to join. You just don't want to, end of story. "And I have already so much to worry and pay attention to that I fear having more responsibility might break me." You joked, earning a small chuckle from the man opposite of you.

"That is understandable." He hummed, nodding. "I should have guessed that a ruler like you would already have a lot on your shoulders. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, hm?"

You smiled, confirming this kind-heartedly.

"Though it'd be a shame if somebody found out about the true cause of your fathers death.."

What did he just say? are you mishearing?

"…What?"

He smiled. It wasn't kind or angelic, it was sinister, knowing, threatening.

"I know what really went down that day of your fathers unfortunate death, perhaps I should jog the memory, hm?"

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, dread overtaking you. But along the dread, anger started boiling inside your chest, burning at your heart. He couldn't know. How could he?

"You hated him didn't you? You absolutely loathed him. You couldn't handle the way he was neglecting his kingdom and going of drinking with other ladies." You couldn't hold back the scowl that etched onto your face as you listened to every honeyed word he would say, gripping the dagger you've attached under the table for emergencies.

"So, that one day, you decided that it was over with him. You lured his intoxicated self to the gardens and carved his heart out, ruining the inside of his body with that sharp sword you can't seem to let go these days, leaving him gargling and pleading for mercy. Of course, you were too far gone to hear them, weren't you."

You stood suddenly, fists slamming on the table, violence flooding your mind that you somehow held back by not strangling the last breath out of him and hanging his head above your fireplace. "Shut up! Shut-"

"You were scared afterwards. At least you convinced yourself to be, you didn't feel guilt or sadness, pain or remorse. No, you forced yourself to feel the ghost of them because your mother took the blow of the emotional damage." He continued to speak. His once butter smooth voice turned to that alike of a fork scratching a plate, or a grater trying to shred metal. Your hands went to your hair, tugging at the ends harshly, you grunted at the pain that failed to ground you.

"Y-you bastard! You sick fuck!" You shouted, closing your eyes for just a moment, only opening them when another pair of hands enveloped yours and forced them out of your locks. You looked up to see Kingsley, glaring down at you. "Stop that." He said sternly.

You grunted angrily as you shoved him away from you, breath uncontrollable and out of rhythm, eyes glazed over and threatening to fall. "Get away from me! What makes you think that just because you're some worshipped little cunt you can walk in here and say that stuff to me!" You shouted at him, pointing a finger at him. "I'll have you fucking murdered! I'll let your parents watch as I behead-"

"You think that'll work out for you in the end?" His voice returned to that irritatingly calm sound. "The kingdoms that have joined my union will cause an uproar and potentially wager war on you… Think about your mother, how would she react?"

She'd be devastated. She would cry and beg for you to resolve this like adult humans and not animals, she can't go through such an even again, knowing you might not come back that one time after riding off on your horse into battle. One day that sword will have your blood on it. And she would snap, break and then in the end whittle away into a shell of what she once was. That's how she would react.

"What do you want from me." You demand, hands falling to your sides and your shoulders tensing up as you made direct eye contact with Kingsley. He smiled, hands joining behind his back.

"All I want is for you to join the aureum annum…" He replied, an innocent grin on his face. "And I want to take your hand in marriage, Y/N."

Was he being serious? You could understand the aureum annum thing but marriage? Why does he want to marry you? To control you, to diminish whatever power you have and use it all for himself? No way, not again.

"You're joking." You scoffed, truly not believing his words.

"I'm not." His voice dropped and the genuinity of it frightened you, making your hands tremble in anger. "well then, dream on. You're more insane than me if you think I'd ever agree to your idiotic terms."

"Then I guess you also don't care if the news of how your father was murdered spread, right? I mean, I'm sure that you don't actually care what others think but what about dear mother?"

There he is using the 'think about your mother' card again. You hated how it worked. You hated how you know she wouldn't look at you the same. Would she loathe you the same way you loathed your father? would she refuse to acknowledge that you're her child?

Kingsley was no angel, he was no god. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing; a demon with clip-on angel wings that he so kindly decided to take off in front of you. He was your demon.

You glared at him, thinking of a loophole or a way to wriggle out of this situation but none came to mind, especially not when it was clouded with fear and rage. You were huffing and puffing, breath too heavy to ease.

"OH fine! But utter a word about this to anyone and I swear I'll call god herself to help me slay you!" You took hold of his collar, pulling you towards him. He was as nonchalant and as calm as ever. You wanted to murder him so bad right now, but the terrified face of your mother kept invading your mind.

"As you wish, my dear.."

This might get a part 2 if anyone asks for one, but for now this is just this :) If I made any mistakes in the story pls tell me because I am not a native english speaker! I also accept asks and requests so don't be afraid to ask anything :P have a great morning/day/afternoon/night <3

-Writer/Cypher

#yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x yn #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere emperor #emperor reader #emperor Kingsley #yandere writing #yandere x darling #yandere #soft yandere

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magics-neptunes-things · 4 months ago

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Lucky Clover

Hi guys!

This is a new one from a request that you can find here, here and here :)

I haven't proofread it because I'm a lazy bitch, sorry if there is some mistakes.

Please enjoy ♥

When she woke up this morning, Caitlin wasn’t feeling pretty well. She had trouble to fall asleep the night before, so she just thought it was because she was lacking some hours of sleep. Katie noticed as soon as she puts her eyes on her girlfriend that something wasn’t right. She asks several times Caitlin what was going on, but the Aussie sticks with her answers that she genuinely thought was right.

She hasn’t sleep as much as she needs, and her headache was coming from here.

Katie makes her drink more water than usual and cook her specials protein pancakes for her breakfast, in addition with bacon and avocado toasts. Even if the Matilda rolls her eyes, she eats every single bite of her plate, just to erase the concern on Katie’s face.

And, because Katie knew that they will be separated during training, the Irish woman puts a lot of cereal bars and Cailtin’s favorites Gatorade in Cait’s bag. Caitlin loves to see how much her girlfriend is concern about her health, honestly. In her opinion, it was maybe a little too much anyway.

But when she said it to Katie, the Irish captain got so mad that she changes her mind. And she got extra cuddles and kisses before leaving for training, so it was worth it after all.

They are separated today because the staff wanted for the forwards and midfielder to work together, while the goalkeepers and the defenders will have their training together. In everyday life it wouldn’t worry Katie, they made themselves the promise to keep things professional, no matter what was happening at home.

Today, anyway, Katie asked Kyra and Alessia to have a special look on Caitlin. The girl is still very pale and seems to walk in slow motion. Which can’t be very good. Alessia reassure her that everything will be alright and Katie nods without really listening to her, her eyes on Caitlin during all the time they were talking.

Katie had a hard time to be focused on what was happening on the pitch to be honest. It’s only when she received Leah’s ball right on the face that she realizes how much she was distracted.

“I’m sorry mate, you alright?” Leah asks, one hand between Katie’s shoulders.

“I’m ok”

Katie passes her hand on her nose to be sure that she’s not bleeding before standing up again. She has tears in her eyes because of the strength of the shot, but other than that she’s alright.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been sure you were looking before passing it to you” Leah says again but Katie dismissed her apologizes with a sign of her hand.

“It’s ok, don’t worry.”

“Maybe you should go check in the infirmary, just to be sure?”

It wasn’t Leah talking this time, but one of Jonas’ assistants. After several seconds of hesitation, Katie finally nods. She’s not the one to whine for nothing, never has been. But she can’t help but think that maybe she will have a chance to look at her girlfriend.

She takes the direction of the infirmary, walking quickly anyway. The other group is training on the pitch that you can watch from the infirmary. After having explain to the nurse what she’s doing here, Katie looks at the pitch. She spots Caitlin almost immediately, running way slower than their teammates.

It’s only several minutes after that Caitlin suddenly stops running and put her hand on her face. Almost two seconds later she’s falling on the ground, her fall only reduced by Lia who is able to catch Caitlin at the right time.

Without really thinking, Katie starts to run in Caitlin’s direction. She takes less than one minute to join the pitch, but during this time Lia kneeled in front of Caitlin, stroking her face or her hair. Katie can’t really see it perfectly, but she knows that the sight isn’t pleasant for her. She must take all she has not to push Lia away from her girlfriend when she’s finally here.

“What happened?” she asks, positioning herself next to Lia.

Lia still has her hand on Caitlin’s cheek, who has always her eyes closed.

“She fainted” Lia starts to explain. “I tried to catch her as best as I could, but she wasn’t next to me”

“Didn’t I asked you to have a look on her?” Katie growls to Kyra.

“I tried! But she pushed me away, saying I’m the most annoying person in the world”

Katie sighs, she knows perfectly that Caitlin probably did. Plus, Kyra isn’t really someone who can lie so easily. She just has to take a look at Alessia to know that it’s the truth.

But her attention is quickly diverted from her younger teammate, Lia is talking to her girlfriend who seems to move a little bit. Meanwhile, the medical team had made her roll on her back and was checking different things on her. Katie really tries hard no to push Lia too hard, but she nevertheless steps up between the two exes, chasing curls of hair on Caitlin’s face.

“Katie?” mumbles Caitlin without opening her eyes.

“I’m here Babe” Katie whispers back. “Everything is fine, ok? They will take you to the medical center.”

She’s glad that her girlfriend is able to recognize her only with a touch on her face. It makes her feel a sense of pride and revenge against Lia. Which is probably very stupide because Lia has a girlfriend too, but she can’t help it.

She doesn’t really like the way Caitlin is dragged like a rag doll, but she follows her very closely. She then watches while they make different tests on her girlfriend, silently thinking about the different feelings she had the minutes before.

She never has been a jealous person before Caitlin. She basically lives away of her girlfriend before, who was going out with friends and everything without her. It’s not a question of trust, she trusts Caitlin with her whole life. But she just can’t stand people touching or looking at her girlfriend in a special way.

The worse is that she knows that Lia probably wasn’t showing any interest in Caitlin, unless her health maybe. They managed to stay friends after the breakup, unlike Katie and Ruesha who hardly tolerate each other during Irish camp. Lia and Katie were friends before the McFoord couple, and they still are. Lia is mature, friendly and kind, some qualities that weren’t exactly the ones usable for Ruesha.

Katie is getting out of her mind when she realizes that Caitlin’s eyes are looking for her. She approaches slowly the bed where Caitlin is lying to take her hand.

“How are you feeling?” Katie softly asks.

“Not so good” Caitlin admits shyly.

Katie rolls her eyes but doesn’t scold her. For now. She will probably do it when her girlfriend will be recovered, but not now. She’s way too anxious about Caitlin’s health to do it.

“Ok so she basically is dehydrated and has some fever. We can keep her here or you can take her home, as long as you call us if everything’s wrong.”

“You want to go home Babe?” Katie asks Caitlin.

“Please.”

Katie nods and went quickly grab their things while the medical team is administering some meds to Caitlin. She stops to the training ground to keep the team updated, skillfully ignoring Lia’s eyes, a little ashamed about her feelings. And then she finally comes back to her girlfriend who is waiting for her, sitting on the same bed.

“Ready to go?”

Caitlin nods and gets up slowly, Katie passing immediately her arm around her waist to help her walk. Caitlin passes her arm around her shoulders, and they managed to reach Katie’s car pretty quickly. After having open the door for Caitlin and secured her, she throws their bags in the back seat and start to drive them home.

She’s relieved to see that Caitlin has her eyes open during the drive home, even if she’s not really talking. She seems pretty tired but is still up when they arrived home.

“Don’t move” Katie warns Caitlin who rolls her eyes.

But she obeys, waiting for Katie to open her door again. Deciding to grab their bags later, Katie takes her girlfriend in her arms in the bride style, surprising her in the process.

“Aren’t we supposed to pass in front of the mayor before that?” Caitlin mumbles.

“Is your fever that high?” Katie smirks.

Caitlin smiles back and hides her face in her girlfriend’s neck. They talked about it before, Caitlin knows that Katie doesn’t want to get married. She got engaged with Ruesha during their relationship and things start to be weird at this point. There is no way in the world that she loses Caitlin in that way. She probably won’t heal if their relationship comes to an end.

The Australian understood Katie’s point of view, but she can’t help but thought about being married to Katie. She loves the idea of both of them in white dresses, happy in front of their family. Lull by those ideas and the comforting smell of her girlfriend, Caitlin might have pass out a little bit, because next things she knows, Katie is putting her on their couch.

“I know you probably don’t want that for now, but a shower would probably be a good idea.”

Caitlin groans before sighing. She knows that Katie is right, but she doesn’t have the energy for it.

“I’ll help you, ok?”

Caitlin nods only, looking at her girlfriend gathering some things before she hears her phone ringing on her pocket.

“It’s my mom” she mumbles.

“Answer her while I prepare the bathroom”

Looks like her mom hear thanks to social media about Caitlin’s fainting during the training and was death worried. Caitlin managed to reassure her while Katie was away, explaining to her what happened. And she adds that Katie was taking care of her, so it will be ok.

Caitlin’s mom knows that her daughter will be. She met Katie before; she knows how much the Irish woman is protective toward Caitlin. When the call is finished, Caitlin stands up to join Katie in the bathroom, who welcomes her with a frown.

“What are you doing up?”

“I wanted a hug” Caitlin shrugs.

It wasn’t exactly the truth, but she knows how to soften Katie. The frown on her girlfriend’s face effectively disappears for a soft expression. She wraps comforting arms around Caitlin’s frame and kisses softly and several times her cheek. Just where Lia happened to touch her.

After a last kiss on Caitlin’s cheek, Katie takes the hem of her shirt to help her getting undressed.

“Up” she says softly, designating her arms with a nod.

Caitlin obliges and let her girlfriend do almost what she wants with her, sighing in relief when her skin is hit by the hot water. She realizes only now how much she was freezing. She would have stayed in there for hours, but after several minutes Katie start to wash gently her body with soap, before starting to wash her hair.

“Close your eyes, Pretty” Katie whispers softly.

Caitlin can only smile in front of the girl’s softness. She never heard her talk so softly, usually Katie was the kind of girl yapping around. She knew that Katie can be sweet and caring, of course. She is daily with her. And when Katie delicately passes a towel around her body and stroke her softly, she’s overwhelmed by the amount of love she feels for her.

“Come on, let’s go to bed now.”

Caitlin doesn’t really have her word to say, but she follows Katie in their room anyway. The Irish girl managed to put an underwear and a shirt on her and Caitlin founds the comfort of their bed with relief.

“Where are you going?” she asks when she realizes that Katie was leaving the room and not coming next to her after having kissed her head.

“You need to rest” Katie frowns.

The Matilda doesn’t say anything but pout, making Katie smiles softly.

“Just let me grab my phone, something to drink and eat and I’ll be there, ok?”

Caitlin doesn’t answer anything, she just hums and closes her eyes. Katie’s promise to come to her as soon as possible is enough for now. She’s in fact asleep pretty quickly and softly snoring when her girlfriend comes in bed next to her.

When she wakes up two hours later, feeling better, Katie is still here, watching something on her phone. Caitlin rolls on her side to snuggle against her girlfriend, melting when she feels Katie’s hand softly stroking her hair.

“I love you” Caitlin mumbles against Katie’s skin.

“I love you even more.”

Katie puts her phone away before turning her head to face Caitlin. Even if she’s still a little tired, Caitlin really feels better. And for the first time since she fainted, she looks entirely at her girlfriend. Katie must have left her several minutes because she definitively took a shower and changed her clothes. But there is something in her eyes that make her frown slightly.

“What?” Katie asks, worried that Caitlin doesn’t feel good again.

“Are you ok?”

Katie’s surprised by the question, after all she isn’t the one who faint several hours before. But when she realizes that Caitlin is looking at her with inquisition, she understands very quickly what she means. Sometimes, she hates how easily the older girl can read into her.

“I’m fine, don’t worry”

Katie flinches at her answer, she knows that if she was fine, she wouldn’t add to Caitlin that she shouldn’t be worried. It’s even harder not to say anything when Caitlin caresses her cheek the way she does.

“Talk to me?”

“It’s nothing” Katie sighs softly. “It’s stupid.”

“Come on Pudding, talk to me”

She uses her best puppy eyes, the ones she knows Katie is unable to resist. She doesn’t use it to often, scared that they stop working. They do for now though.

“It’s just… I wasn’t here when you fainted and it’s Lia who took care of you. It was a strange to see, I know she’s caring obviously but she still your ex and it feel so strange to see you like that. Which is stupid because I was here when you were together, and I know that there is nothing anymore between both of you. But I don’t know. It was very strange.”

Caitlin doesn’t say anything during Katie’s ramble, letting her girl getting out what she needs. She doesn’t move either, looking attentively at her.

“I don’t remember a lot” Caitlin admits softly. “I just know that Kyra kept annoying me –“

“She was looking at you because I asked her to” Katie rolls her eyes.

Caitlin hums in answer before continuing. She had the feeling that it was the case.

“Alessia said something to me that I hadn’t understood and then everything went black. Next thing I remember is hearing Lia’s voice but I wanted you to be here. And then you stroke my hair and I knew you were.”

“I went to the infirmary and I saw you fainted” Katie explains.

“What were you doing there?”

Oh. Katie almost forgot. She even didn’t put ice on her nose like the nurse asked her to do. She decided not to tell Caitlin this part.

“I received Leah’s ball right on the face” Katie shrugs. “But I’m good.”

Caitlin hums once again and let her heavy eyes closed this time. She was looking to fall asleep again, but it wasn’t what Katie wanted.

“You need to drink something and try to eat too, Babe. Don’t sleep now.”

“But I’m tired” Caitlin groans.

“Do you want me to make you toast with vegemite?”

After some seconds of hesitation, Caitlin opens one of her eyes.

“Grilled toast?”

“If you want to” Katie laughs.

She kisses Caitlin’s cheek softly before getting up from their bed. They have always at least one pot of vegemite in the house, Caitlin eats toast almost every day with it. She doesn’t have today obviously, because Katie was the one who made her breakfast.

When Katie comes back with toasts and a big cup of tea, Caitlin was dozing off but she opens her eyes as soon as she hears Katie coming in.

She received another call from her mother and her sister while she Katie is feeding her with mountains of toasts. She will be ok, taking care by her girlfriend and a lot of vegemite.

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso one shot #katie mccabe x caitlin foord #caitlin foord imagine #caitlin foord #caitlin foord x katie mccabe #katie mccabe #katie mccabe imagine

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dckweed · 1 year ago

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here's part two of jake and babygirl, i'm actually really really in love with them and it may or may not be because i constantly have baby fever. anyway, im thinking about making this a fun lil series that you guys can send in any prompts or requests for that come to mind ! silly, angsty, fluffy whatever doesn't matter, just figured that since this started off as a request that i could continue on its life that way as well..

i want to be completely honest with you guys, for the past two months now i have been in eating disorder treatment 3 hours a day 6 days a week..as of this week, ive been stepped down to 3 hours a day 4 days a week and will be completely stepping down from treatment by the end of the month..this has taken up alot of time, and alot of attention and typically by the time my day is over i am completely spent and mentally drained and haven't been putting much effort into you guys, but as part of my treatment i am going to start posting at least twice a week (if not every day) as a way of self care, because fic writing is genuinely a form of self care for me.

thank you for being patient with me, and please feel free to send in asks!

warnings: pregnancy! jake being completely soft for his babygirl but also being completely angered by her situation..morning sickness mentions, food aversion mentions, just floofy fluffness okay? use of y/n once, but other than that is just babygirl as usual. not super long but i love it. part one

'STAY WITH ME, PLEASE..' jake 'hangman' seresin

A week into your vacation Jake had convinced you to go to an obstetrician after learning that you hadn't seen one yet, concerned for your health and the health of the little thing in your womb, whom he was already attached to, even if it wasn't his. It was there that you learned that you were almost eleven weeks along, Jake sat in the room with you, holding your hand as the ultrasound tech dims the lights. He squeezes it as she squirts more warm jelly on your tummy than you thought necessary and digs the wand in at an uncomfortable angle, moving it and the gel around your skin. You were just barely showing signs of a baby bump, and you were shocked to find out just how big the baby actually was by this point.

"How is it already that big?" Jake asks exactly what you were thinking, making the tech chuckle. He was in complete awe, there was really a tiny little being inside of you, you were growing a life form and there was nothing more beautiful than that to him in that moment.

"They grow so much faster than you realize," The woman says, a pleasant smile on her face as she stares at the screen, typing a few things in with her free hand, Jake noted from his position that they were measurements. "Would you like to know the sex?"

"Yes!" He blurts out before you could even process the question, you stare at him eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he was so eager and amazed by something that he hadn't helped create. You thought it was wonderful though that your best friend was wanting to be so involved and caring despite your situation.

"Well, dad, you're having a little girl.." She says, catching you off guard by the mention of Jake being the dad and by the fact that you were having a daughter. Jake squeezed your hand, and even in the darkness of the room you could have sworn that he was a little teary eyed.

"Isn't that amazing, babygirl?" He asks, looking over at you. Your eyes are glued to the screen, not bothering to correct the woman on Jake not being the father, it was a difficult situation to explain and you weren't quite sure you were up for it today. Tears form in your eyes as you think about the little girl growing in your womb, who would never know her daddy. You had to admit that that was probably a good thing, he didn't deserve either of you if his initial reaction was to just leave and never come back.

You knew Jake felt the same way too, you didn't even have to ask.

"This all feels like such a fever dream.." You say softly, your head leaned against the window of his truck as he drives through the streets, away from the obstetricians office. You had a print out photo of your baby in your hand, staring down at it as you rubbed your stomach absentmindedly, your mind running in circles.

"Why's that?" Jake asks, glancing over at you for a mere second, not wanting to take his eyes off of the road for too long.

You look at him, wondering if he realizes just how fucked up the situation is. "Jake, I am pregnant..my boyfriend, the father of my baby left me because he swore i was a whore and that you were actually the father, and that was before i even knew for sure that i was pregnant.." You say, word vomit spewing from your mouth before your brain could even process what was happening. "I've just found out that i'm having a little girl who's not going to have her daddy in her life, and honestly good riddance but..but..oh my god Jake what am I going to do? This wasn't part of the plan..my daddy is going to be so disappointed in me..oh my god my mama would be so fucking upset..."

You hadn't even realized that you were crying, or that you were starting to panic, the weight of the situation fully sinking in on you. "Oh my god Jake, she's never gonna meet my mama..oh my god.." Jake doesn't know what to do, but he knows he can't let you keep crying like this. He pull's over into a parking lot, right at the beach and near a bunch of shops, pulling his truck to a stop in the first empty spot he saw. There are tears streaming down your face at this point as the thoughts of your father and your dead mother run around in your head, he had never seen you like this before but he knew that it was probably just the hormones.

"Hey," He says, his voice soft and sweet, his warm body encompassing yours as he slides across the front seat towards you, having lifted the center console up. He unclips your seatbelt and pulls you towards him, holding your head against his chest, your ear pressed right where his heart is. He had done this with you a thousand times before, the sound of his heartbeat had always brought you back to earth when you would have moments like this. "you're okay, i got you babygirl, i always got you.." He whispers, his lips moving in your hair as he presses a soft, comforting kiss to the crown of your head. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wondered if he knew that these were the things that made you feel like he loved you in more ways than he let on, the things that gave you the smallest glimmer of hope.

You close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat and the slight rumble in his chest as he whispered things to you, slowly but surely calming you down. After a while you let out a shaky breath, your eyes opening to see the people milling about the small shopping center. "Where are we?" You ask, voice thick from the crying. Your head hurt and your eyes were heavy, you wanted to go back to his apartment and sleep, preferably in his arms, like you used to when you guys were younger.

"We're not too far from home," He says. Home..You liked the way that sounded coming from his mouth, it was always nice to hear it. "Do you want to get out and walk around? Go sit on the beach." You shake your head, sniffling softly. He kisses the top of your head once more, rubs your shoulder with his large hand. "Okay babygirl, let's go home..you look like you need some rest." He wasn't wrong, between the morning sickness that had been plaguing you in recent days, and the stress of everything, you hadn't been getting enough rest.

You manage to stay awake for the rest of the ride back, letting the gentle breeze through the open window soothe you. Jake doesn't say a word, but you see a look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed like he was thinking really hard about something. "Jake?" You ask, turning to face him, wondering what was on his mind.

"Stay." He says, looking over at you as he pulls up to his apartment building, the truck rolling to a stop. "..I..You should be here with me, you should've been with me from the beginning, but I was too chickenshit to man up and ask." You're shocked, and start to open your mouth, wanting to stop him. "Let me finish, damn it!"

"I haven't gone a day without talkng to you or thinking about you since the day I met you, and it's not just because you were my best friend, because you always will be that, no matter what, it's because i've been in fucking love with you since day one. And maybe i'm dumb because it's taken me so long to realize it, because everyone i've ever dated knew it but dammit i know it now, and have for a long time.." He rambles, you're unsure of what to make of this, your brain still processing that you were hearing him correctly. "I..know that this isn't the ideal situation, and i know that that little girl isn't my blood, but dammit i don't care because i already think of her as my kid, and i have since i found out..I can't let you walk away, not without knowing how i feel..I want to be with you through this, and through everything else in life so i can take care of you the way that you deserve, because Y/N, nobody else in this world is ever going to love you like i do.." You feel yours well with tears and subconsciously you pinch yourself, hoping to god that you weren't dreaming. "So stay with me, please.."

"Oh, Jake.." You whisper, tears spilling once more from your eyes. You can't make any other words come out of your mouth so you just nod your head and you watch his body sag with relief before you unbuckle your seatbelt and rush forward into his already waiting arms. He squeezes you tight and presses a long kiss to the top of your head as you hiccup.

"Hey, no more tears, babygirl, okay?" He whispers, leaning your head back as he brushes the tears away with his thumb, you lean into the embrace, a smile gracing your lips as your arms go around the back of his neck.

"They're happy tears, i promise.." You say, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You had though about this moment so many times in your life, and none of your wildest dreams had every prepared your for the real thing. Jake kissed you like a man starved, his hand on the back of your head, fingers scrunching up in your hair as he presses you as hard against him as he can. You groan at the possessiveness of it, pulling back after a moment to catch your breath. You can't help but let out a chuckle, leaning your forehead against his. "You picked one hell of a time to finally fucking say it, Seresin."

"Hey! You could've said it first too you know!" He says and you can't help but laugh, relishing in the way he smiles at you.

Jake & Babygirl taglist: @bellaireland1981 @sky0401 @memoriesat30 @bat-luna-cat @memeorydotcom @mayhemmanaged

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astrowaffles · 4 months ago

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those three words

FOR JJK GOTCHA 4 GAZA (jjkaisenaction on twt) & katatsume on a03!

General Audiences | Sickfic, dad!Gojo

By the time he’d made it to the classroom, Megumi’s stomach was practically screaming. The pain, once irregular and centred, had moved to a rather exact spot in his lower belly and became constant – and red hot. Gojo’s raised eyebrow at Megumi’s slowed pace didn’t fluster him; he simply sat down in his seat and raised an eyebrow back like a challenge.

“Sorry, did we interrupt your sleepy time?” Gojo teased, fake-checking the watch he didn’t have on his wrist.

“Yikes, what’s up with you?” Gojo asked.

That sounded far too caring for Megumi’s comfort, so he rolled his eyes and did his best to hit Gojo with an eraser between the eyes. It bounced off Infinity and Gojo sighed.

“Right, okay, well. On with the lesson, I suppose.”

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OR: megumi's sick and doesn't want anyone to know. they find out anyway

It wasn’t often that Megumi woke up feeling ill. It was even rarer that he woke up in genuine pain – only after a particularly gruelling training session, or that one time he’d twisted his ankle and didn’t realise until the morning after.

This morning, Megumi woke up in so much pain he couldn’t move for a minute. It throbbed hotly in his stomach; Megumi wanted to roll over, curl up, stretch out, and die all at the same time. He fumbled into his drawers to see if there were any painkillers there left over from Gojo’s last health kick (and by health kick, he meant ‘making sure Megumi never got ill again’ kick). There wasn’t any ibuprofen that he could find, blindly searching with one hand, but he unearthed five boxes of antihistamines.

Thanks, Gojo. Real helpful.

After a little while, the pain in the centre of his abdomen faded, so he got up and got dressed. Sometimes people got random flashes of excruciating pain, right? It was normal. Yeah. Totally.

Halfway through washing his face, there was another throb that almost had him dropping his washcloth back into the sink. For one stupid moment he wondered if an antihistamine might actually help, but after a minute of staring at his own face in the mirror, twisted with pain, he decided to stop being dramatic and just get on with it. He went down for breakfast.

Megumi didn’t feel much like eating – he felt a little sick, actually – so he stared at his orange juice while Itadori rambled on about the manga he’d just started reading. Kugisaki at least pretended to nod along, although she was clearly more invested in her phone. Luckily, no-one expected any high energy from Megumi, so he was left in silence with nothing but a small concerned look from Itadori when he turned down his favourite cereal.

The second years were absent – Inumaki still in bed, and Maki almost definitely already training – so Itadori used their seats as springboards for a re-enaction of his favourite scene, which Megumi obediently clapped for. A smaller flash of pain nearly ruined his stoic expression, but he managed to tighten his facial muscles just in time. Kugisaki spared him a strange look, but got distracted by Itadori’s dramatic dying sequence and didn’t press it. Somewhere in the distance, the bell was ringing for first period; there were thumps upstairs from Inumaki’s room, signalling Toge rolling groggily out of bed. He wouldn’t make it to class for another hour, probably. Itadori flailed on the floor where he’d fallen in the throes of a violent death until Kugisaki hauled him upright and pushed him towards the door. Megumi rose more slowly so as not to trigger more pain, but it rang through him anyway; he tried pressing a hand to his stomach, hoping the heat would do some good for any muscle cramps, but it just made everything worse.

Itadori looked over his shoulder, halfway through being manhandled out the door. “You good, Fushiguro? You don’t look too hot.”

“Fine,” Megumi told him, and it was partly true, since the pain had subsided when he stopped moving. Perhaps if he’d felt a little more energetic he might’ve made a joke about ‘always looking hot’, but alas, the spirit of Gojo seemed to have abandoned him in his most needy hour. Instead, he tried for a small smile which probably came out looking a bit off.

“You look constipated,” said Kugisaki. “Want some castor oil?”

“No,” said Megumi. The late bell rang.

Itadori grimaced. “Uh-oh. Late again. We’d better run!”

“No-one cares if you’re late, Gojo probably isn’t even-“

Itadori took off at a sprint..

“-there yet.” Megumi shook his head in exasperation. “Dunno about you,” he told Kugisaki, “But I’m walking.”

Kugisaki eyed him. “At your current speed, you won’t get there until noon. What’s up, a sore leg?”

“Something like that,” Megumi agreed, and shuffled forward. “Let’s go before we get hollow purple’d.”

“Thought you said no-one would care?”

“Yeah, no-one would care if Itadori was late. He’s the favourite.”

Kugisaki rolled her eyes, matching her pace to Megumi’s slow steps as they started off across the campus.

“Are you kidding? You’re so obviously Gojo’s favourite it’s genuinely painful. It’s all Megumi this and Megumi that and did you know what Gumi said to me the other day?” Kugisaki faked a gag.

“I’m his favourite to bully, maybe,” Megumi shrugged.

Kugisaki used her hands to muffle a scream.

“Sorry, did we interrupt your sleepy time?” Gojo teased, fake-checking the watch he didn’t have on his wrist. “Tut tut, young man.”

“Shut up,” said Megumi – which, yeah, was a weak comeback, but he was in pain and it was 8.30 in the morning and Itadori was grinning brightly next to him like this was the best day of his life. Every day seemed to be the best day of Itadori’s life, if you believed what his face told you. Megumi did believe it. So did Itadori.

“Yikes, what’s up with you?” Gojo asked. It was the kind of ‘yikes’ that meant ‘something is clearly wrong’. Megumi hated that he knew Gojo’s tones well enough to discern them like that, but he couldn’t help it; there was ‘yikes’ which meant ‘I’m judging this so hard’ and ‘yikes’ that meant ‘someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning~’ and ‘yikes’ that meant ‘go back to bed you overtired monstrosity of a child’. He’d heard that one a lot.

This yikes was far too caring for Megumi’s comfort, so he rolled his eyes and did his best to hit Gojo with an eraser between the eyes. It bounced off Infinity and Gojo sighed.

“Right, okay, well. On with the lesson, I suppose.”

Gojo turned to start writing something on the blackboard, accompanied by silly doodles (including a spiky sea urchin labelled ‘Megumi’ and a puppy labelled ‘Yuji’. Kugisaki didn’t get a doodle after she nearly killed Gojo over one of her as an octopus). Even after the principal’s observation had nearly put Gojo on probation for never teaching them anything useful, Gojo absolutely refused to take the theory lessons truly seriously.

The pain in Megumi’s stomach stabbed out again and he just bit down on the inside of his cheek in time to stop himself complaining. Gojo finished covering the board in alternate words and images and spun back around, beginning to point to the first one.

“Cursed energy,” he began, “is something that has-“

Megumi let his head fall forward onto the desk with a clunk.

“Something wrong?” Gojo asked, in a way that really meant ‘are you insulting my teaching right now?’.

“No,” Megumi gritted out.

A pause.

“Gumi, are you … feeling okay?”

Megumi lifted his head, taken aback by the outright concern. “What?”

“You’re not sassing me very much today,” Gojo insisted, coming forward to squat by Megumi’s desk. He put a hand out to feel Megumi’s forehead. “Hmm. No fever. Did you twist your ankle again? Is it bothering you? You’re not normally this quiet. Muscle aches maybe? You did take a lot of time getting here. Is Nobara annoying you again? Do you need a nap? I think I have a giant beanbag somewhere-“

“I’m fine,” Megumi interrupted. “Just a little stomach ache.”

Itadori stood up, chair scraping across the floor. He bent down to stare unnervingly into Megumi’s eyes. “You’re looking a bit sick, to be honest, dude.”

Sick as in cool, right? Megumi’s mind chimed in. Damn, another joke opportunity missed. Megumi’s tough guy persona was really coming back to bite him today.

Unless that was the delirium talking. Man, his stomach really hurt.

“I think we should call Shoko,” Kugisaki decided, thankfully not invading Megumi’s personal space like the other two had done. “I’m not sure he can walk that well.”

“Is that why you two took so long getting here?? Why didn’t you say anything?!” Gojo was beginning to sound genuinely distressed, something both unusual and incredibly irritating. A distressed Gojo is a fussy Gojo, and Megumi didn’t have the energy for that.

Megumi waved a hand at him as if that could disperse his worries. “It’s fine, I told you.” The pain pulsed a little; Megumi bit back a groan. “Maybe call Shoko,” he amended.

He could practically see Gojo’s eyes widening behind the blindfold. Internally, Megumi winced – he never asked for a doctor, so Gojo probably thought his ward was literally about to die.

He wasn’t.

Probably.

It felt a bit like it, though.

“Appendicitis.”

Shoko swivelled on her computer chair to face Megumi, who was lying across the bed where he’d been put after being delivered by Gojo from the classroom. Megumi grimaced.

“What?”

“That’s what you’ve got. Appendicitis. You need an operation.” Shoko laughed, but not unkindly. “Bet you didn’t expect that when you got up this morning.”

“I didn’t,” Megumi agreed. “But an operation? Is that actually necessary?”

“If you don’t have one, your organs will explode,” Shoko shrugged. “It’s your choice, though.”

“That’s not really a choice,” Megumi sighed. “Obviously I’m gonna have it.”

“Obviously,” Gojo agreed, having waltzed in like he lived there as soon as they brought Megumi in. “If you’d tried to explode your organs I would’ve…uh…” He thought for a minute. “I’m trying to think of an alternative to killing you that has the same impact.”

Shoko sighed long-sufferingly. “I’m guessing you’re coming with us, then?”

“Yep,” said Gojo. “Wouldn’t let you go without me.”

“Of course not,” Shoko nodded, but caught Megumi’s eye and pulled a face.

Megumi snickered a little.

Shoko let Gojo wheel Megumi into the sterile surgery next door, offering him a hospital gown as they went, before wandering off and returning in a mask and gloves and hauling an IV behind her. Quickly, she hooked him up to it and looked down at him. “See you on the other side, kid.”

The world went woozy and blurry, then completely dark.

When Megumi woke again, still hooked up to the IV and flat on his back in the hospital bed, he couldn’t feel anything except the vice on his hand. A gentle turn of the head confirmed that, yes, it was Gojo, sat beside the bed and gripping Megumi’s hand with two of his own like his life depended on it.

“You’re awake!” Gojo greeted, not letting go of the hand.

Megumi wiggled the fingers of his other hand experimentally and said, “Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”

“And you’re feeling better,” Gojo noted with a huffy smile. He squeezed Megumi’s hand.

“Ow.”

Gojo let go like he’d been burned. “Did that hurt?! I’m sorry, you’ve just woken up from surgery-“

“Shut up,” Megumi told him. “I’m fine. …Why were you holding my hand, though?”

“In case you got lonely,” Gojo shrugged, like he was talking total sense (he wasn’t). “You��ve never had surgery before.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. “And Shoko’s scary.”

“I’m not five!” Megumi objected. “And she’s not scary!”

“Are you sure?”

“I wasn’t even scared of her when I was five!”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t scared of anything when you were five. We live and learn. You might have revised your opinion since then.”

“Stop trying to make him hate me,” Shoko interrupted, striding in with a clipboard and eyes halfway through rolling at Gojo’s antics. “He likes me better than you, anyway.”

Before Gojo could stop spluttering long enough to actually disagree, Shoko flipped her clipboard to show Megumi some kind of complicated graph. “See this?”

“Not really,” Megumi said, squinting.

“Well, you probably couldn’t read it anyway. It means ‘you are alive’.”

“Oh. Great.”

“No need to sound so happy about it,” Gojo teased, then slapped a hand over Megumi’s mouth before he made a joke about being very upset about it, actually.

Shoko sighed. “You two never change.” She clipped the board to the bottom of Megumi’s bed. “I’ll leave you to it.” She made the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture at Gojo and went out again, already flipping her lighter open to light her cigarette.

Gojo flipped her off and watched her go. “She gets more wrinkly every time I see her.”

“Still not as bad as you.” Having finished reorienting his fingers, Megumi moved on to attempting to wiggle his toes, something he couldn’t properly do even when he wasn’t drugged up and in a hospital bed.

“That’s extremely rude of you,” said Gojo. He stood up and went to look at the clipboard Shoko left, squatting down so it was eye level. “Did you know you had a slightly low red blood cell count?”

“Is that what it says?”

“Yup. Add iron deficiency to your list of problems.”

Megumi snorted. “Yes, captain.”

“You could at least use the right honorifics,” Gojo huffed. He rose from his squat and stared right at Megumi. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“What?”

“That you were feeling ill. Hell, I would’ve at least expected you to say something to Yuji-“

“I didn’t think it was that important,” Megumi shrugged.

“You were dying and you didn’t think it was important?!”

“I didn’t know I was dying?!”

“That doesn’t mean-“ Gojo took a deep breath. “You have to tell us, okay?”

Megumi scowled. “I’m not gonna complain for ten minutes every time something hurts. I’m not you.”

“I’m not asking you to! A passing ‘oh my stomach hurts today’ would’ve been fine! I don’t need you rolling around the floor because of a papercut for anything!”

Megumi raised an eyebrow. “If I do that, do you promise to stop freaking out?”

“I’m not freaking out!!”

Megumi stared at him.

Gojo stared back.

“Are you sure?”

“I’M SURE!”

“….Anything else you want to get off your chest?”

Gojo groaned. “So many things. Like the fact I don’t think you ate breakfast last week. Or the fact I saw you punch Yuji even though you know he’s been banned from punching you back. Or the fact that Inumaki says you’ve given up on translating him so now he can’t hang out with Nobara. Or the fact that-“

“I regret asking. Shut up.”

Gojo saluted and sat back down in his chair. They sat (or, in Megumi’s case, lay) there for a few moments in comfortable silence. Megumi watched his IV drip gently and Gojo reached a hand out to poke Megumi’s leg in a way that would usually get him slapped – but today Megumi was feeling generous. He let him poke annoyingly until Gojo finally broke the silence with,

“I do love you, you know.”

“Oh, ew, don’t say that to me-“

Gojo pinched Megumi’s lips closed. “Let me finish! I loooo~ooove you!! You’re my son and no-one can convince me otherwise. So – don’t give me that look – so please look after yourself, alright?”

Megumi attempted to open his mouth, but Gojo held it closed. “Alright?? Just promise me I won’t have to go through this again.”

Megumi sighed heavily out of his nose. Gojo didn’t let go. Megumi rolled his eyes. Gojo didn’t let go.

Eventually, Megumi nodded (reluctantly) and Gojo let him speak again.

Megumi opened and closed his mouth a few times like it’d gotten rusty from being held closed. “I promise not to get appendicitis again.”

“That is NOT what I meant, Megumi Fushiguro, and you KNOW-“

“Alright, alright!” Megumi held his hands up in surrender. “I promise not to get this sick without telling you!”

Gojo nodded, satisfied, sitting back in his chair and going back to poking Megumi’s leg.

Megumi settled into the bed, allowing Gojo’s rhythmic (if irritating) pokes to become a background sensation. He let a few comfortable minutes pass before breaking the silence again. “Gojo?”

“Hm?”

“I guess I love you too.”

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#astro speaks wonders #jjk #jjk megumi #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuuji #kugisaki nobara #jujutsu kaisen

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doumadono · 10 months ago

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mmm emergency request

take as long as you need to answer!! or if this is too triggering, no need to answer at all!!

tw for mention of childhood m*lestation

so recently (couple of weeks ago) i found out that my dad’s friend/girlfriend kind of knows the guy who m*lested me as a kid…

she knows everything that happened and knows how difficult it was for me to heal from. now finding out that she knows him— it set me back and i distanced myself from her.

a bit ago she called me, telling me that i should forgive him for what he did to me… and it went into a whole thing and now i’m trying not to cry while writing this lol

but anyways

it set me back really far and all of my progress is gone so i was just hoping for some comfort??

like twice or dabi comforting their gf/s.o. through this and helping them try to heal again.

maybe even twice or dabi getting a bit of revenge on the two people lol /j

sorry if this doesn’t make sense i’m just a bit out of it

- twice & dabi anon

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Twice

Twice is initially shocked and angered when he learns about your troubled past and the person responsible for your pain.

He lets out a string of curses directed at the one who caused you harm, showing a protective side that you hadn't seen before.

Immediately, Twice pulls you into a comforting embrace.

"I might be a bit crazy, but I'm crazy about you. We'll get through this together, I'll never let you face it all alone."

After learning more about the person who hurt you, Twice puts together a plan for justice. "Nobody messes with my girl and gets away with it."

He ensures you have the support you need, encouraging you to take good care of yourself and promising to be there for every step of your healing journey.

As you try to hold back tears, Twice pulls a playful expression, "And if you need someone punched, I got a clone for that too. Or ten."

Twice is genuine, realizing that some battles require a team effort, and mental health is no exception.

Later, you discover Jin had discreetly gathered information to ensure the person responsible faced the consequences.

Twice, without a moment's hesitation, serves justice to the person who has caused you harm.

One day, accidentally overhearing him in conversation with Toga, you catch her asking for "the blood of his new friend." The request surprises you, but you eventually shrug it off.

The next day, Twice seeks you out and declares that the case is concluded, justice served.

When you express a desire to learn more, he simply smiles at you, smoothly shifting the topic, leaving the details in the shadows of his actions. "Don't worry, little mousie, Twice did his best to make sure they won't hurt you ever again."

Dabi

Dabi listens silently as you open up about your troubled past. His eyes, however, betray a mix of anger and concern.

"No one should go through that. I'll make sure they pay for what they did to you, princess."

Dabi, in his understated way, offers a warm touch, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't think about that anymore. Let me take care of everything."

Dabi, true to his straightforward nature, ensures justice is served.

As you express your fear of encountering your past abuser, Dabi assures you, "I won't let them get away with it, don't ya worry your pretty, little head, princess."

Dabi, true to his character, never utters empty promises. Swiftly acquiring information about the person's name and address, he becomes a rare sight within the League of Villains' hideout for the next few days. Unbeknownst to you, he meticulously stalks every move of the individual, methodically transforming their life into a nightmare.

Days pass, and news reports flood the airwaves. Resting your head on Dabi's shoulder while watching the news, you hear of a house engulfed in flames, with a person unable to escape the inferno. The police chalk it up to a gas leak, citing eyewitnesses who observed the flames as an eerie shade of blue.

Your eyes widen, and you glance at Dabi, seeking confirmation. "Dabi..."

He, however, responds by gently placing his index finger to your lips, silencing any questions. "I promised you something, and I'm a man of my word, yeah?"

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moonspirit · 4 months ago

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Now that u have answered Annie’s sister in law, we need Armins siblings in law (so Pieck and Reiner)

Maldonado as a side note Annie is Pieck’s younger sister, but she is also Reiner’s older brother. Idk why but that’s just how it is based on dynamics.

Hi anon!

Hahah xD Oh Reiner and Pieck.

Tbh post-canon I really enjoy thinking about these two sets of relationships: Jean-Annie-Connie and Pieck-Armin-Reiner. Each half of Aruani sandwiched between two people from the side opposite to which they once belonged.

Anyway. I said it in some set of tags recently, but I love the potential of the bond Reiner and Armin could share post-rumbling. They're both similar in the respect that they have some self-hatred (though the root-causes are a bit different). This self-hatred, if shared, is something they'd understand. Reiner fought the very essence of life (the hallucinogenia) to help humanity live despite yearning for death himself. After the battle, his mental health is a goner; the guilt of everything that happened right from his birth to the present is extremely heavy to bear alone. If he was at rock bottom before, well now he's below any visible surface lol. Armin isn't too different from him then; he's just as shattered, guilt-ridden and debating his right to exist - but the hope that's inside him is a very, very hard thing to kill. It's because of that hope that the battle could end at all, and even if Eren's death and the loss of much of humanity is a planet-sized sin for him to carry, he's still hopeful, he's still a dreamer, he still sees the beauty in life.

Armin has the potential to lead the way in both his and Reiner's paths to healing. And Reiner, ever the protective big brother, will be unable to hide his genuine care and concern for Armin's well being and safety throughout their political work. The two go on long walks, hands in their pockets, talking about the past and future and everything in between; they play plenty of chess; they pore over maps of the remaining world; they rely on each other to pick the other up when the bouts of guilt overwhelm them.

Pieck now, is very very interesting. Not only is she the sole outsider in the Ambassador group, but she's also the one person who carries no good memories nor much empathy for Eren. She's every bit grounded in reality as Armin cannot help but dream. Initially, I think she'd find Armin's optimism and hope quite naive and delusional; after all she's always been aware of the cruel truth of their existence and the Eldian race's place in the world. Moreover, Armin's bond with Eren puzzles her - she can see that Armin is not a bad person; far from it in fact, he's reasonable, empathetic, careful and strategic. How could it ever have been possible that someone like him and Eren used to be inseparable friends? Over time though as Armin confides in her more about his and Eren's friendship, she learns to appreciate the bittersweetness of two boys who were each the other side of the very same coin.

Pieck and Armin, I hc, share a love for music and gadgets. They are both incredibly smart and this makes it very easy for them to fall into place as a very strong political team. They plan, they strategize, they discuss methods and tools and issues in their way. Armin values Pieck's level-headed approach to viewing and solving problems, while she appreciates his innovative ideas, tact, and careful consideration in minimizing damage. They enjoy conversations, they buy each other music records to play on the gramophone, and while Pieck helps Armin see the things he misses when he's lost in dreams, Armin helps Pieck feel welcome and like family, in their gang of six.

(Bonus: Reiner's always prattling on to Armin about how he's so glad his "little sister Annie" is happy with Armin, while Pieck annoys him to no end by never missing a chance to point out what an adorable simp he is lmao)

#askies #armin arlert #pieck finger #reiner braun #headcanon #character analysis #??? sorta???#aruani #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot

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kyojurismo · 1 year ago

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emergency request!

i saw that you accept emergency requests, so i decided to ask for one right away. :)

i was supposed to be going out with my friends today, but i can't because my anemia suddenly kicks in. i was really dizzy and i can't breathe properly too, and it was raining a little bit outside (which makes me more dizzy), i ended up bawling my eyes out because i feel terrible for canceling the plan last minute, some of my friends were comforting me while a little bit were protesting because of it :) i want to request like, maybe the hashira comforting reader because of that? hehe, i don't really know how to request this type of thing. i'm sorry if it was wrong lol

# hashira

tags : gn!reader, fluff, comfort, i’m sorry if it’s short but i didn’t know what to write to make it longer . . . not proofread.

a/n : hello! i’m being super slow i know and i apologise. as i said it’s short but i hope it helps anyway, sending you a big hug and remember to not feel bad about this kind of things, real friends won’t get mad about you for your health <3

GIYU TOMIOKA

he would make sure you know that it’s not something you can control

and that it’s not your fault

plus, he has no problem with staying inside so he doesn’t really mind

would make sure you’re alright of course and be there for whatever you need to feel better

cuddling because he’s bad at expressing himself >_<

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

“don’t worry. i just care about your health.”

if you feel dizzy he would let you lay down of course

tries his best to distract you from that so you won’t feel too bad or guilty about it

pats your head ^_^

i believe he doesn’t mind staying inside too, so he won’t even talk about it too much. he just wants you to feel better soon

KYOJURO RENGOKU

“don’t worry about it, darling!”

would smile at you the whole time and take care of you if it’s really bad

constantly repeating that you don’t have to apologise or feel bad for it

cuddles with you once you feel better

and assures you that you two can go out the next time without problems, all he cares about is that you’re alright

MITSURI KANROJI

feels bad that you feel bad . . .

“don’t worry honey, we can go out another time,” and then helps with whatever you need

genuinely concerned more about your health than whatever you two planned to do that day

super happy to be there for you and be helpful tho

kisses your forehead and even propose to cook something for you to cheer you up if you’re feeling down

MUICHIRO TOKITO

uh, he would kind of forget easily you two planned to go out . . ?

anyway, he would surely help you if he realises you’re not feeling well

surprisingly good at it

“i don’t understand why you’re apologising so much.”

like he’s genuinely confused lol

OBANAI IGURO

“i don’t care about it, i just want you to feel better.”

then proceeds to take care of you for the rest of the day

a little grumpy, but not because you two didn’t go out, but because you’re not feeling good ( as if he could actually get rid of your anemia in an instant )

“stop apologising,” his tone is a tiny bit harsh but his eyes show that he cares deeply about you and he just wants you to feel better

he literally educates himself about it so he will get better at helping you if needed >_<

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

okay . . . he would worry a lot

“fuck it, come here,” carries you around the house and provides assistance

if you apologise or show a hint of feeling bad about it he would stare at you with a serious expression that says be for real.

he doesn’t care about going out, i mean he’s happy with just spending time together

all that matters is you feeling alright, that’s all

SHINOBU KOCHO

girl forgets completely about your plans

takes care of you like a doctor ngl

she’s strict but gentle

makes sure you’re feeling alright before making you do anything i think ??

“don’t worry, we can always go out together another time, a day in doesn’t matter,” sweet smile and a kiss on the forehead

TENGEN UZUI

“why don’t you lie down for a while, yeah?”

the best boy. takes care of you while comforting while cooking something for you

kisses all over your face to shut you up whenever you start apologising

he secretly likes taking care of you ngl

would say things like “i didn’t wanted to go anyway,” as to cheer you up y’know

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !!#giyuu tomioka x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #obanai iguro x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #tengen uzui x reader

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