#🩹 : the nurse answers

[dai-dai-daisukeee]

I got bored, then I remembered Tumblr exists. so hi guys:3

My name's Daisuke, the Tulpar's most awesome intern and I'm open for any kinds of asks. Hit me with what you got!!!!

OOC: Heya there, it's the mod. Call me Kane (They/Them). I made this blog for a plethora of reasons, two of them being that I absolutely love Daisuke, and that I keep seeing other rp blogs being cool and stuff and I wanted to join in on the fun.

Basic Rules:

→ No racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc. (This is a given, but I'd still like to state it)

→ No sexual/inappropriate asks or rps. (romance/platonic and jokingly flirting is okay)

→ Be respectful.

Other stuff:

→ OC rps are allowed. (+ tulpar crew rps, idk if I had to add this part)

→ I will depict Daisuke with my own headcanons, sorry if you don't like them.

[More things to be added]

Headcanons:

» He/Him ftm.

» pan + demi-aroace.

» Daisuke is filipino/japanese (mother is Filipino, father is japanese) but grew up outside of the Philippines and Japan.

» He can speak tagalog (conyo) and japanese, badly.

» Alex G enjoyer.

» Can play the guitar (kinda).

» Has undiagnosed dyscalculia.

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[fictionaloveward]

hello! you can call me moni, i use any pronouns, my blog will tell you about my interests so all u have to know is that i don't engage w negativity and i dont condone anything here in real life blablabla!

— more stuff under the cut! tags here

(shane has a special tag 🐔🍺 as he's my f/o)

i speak portuguese and english with a tiny tiny bit of japanese

block "discourse" to avoid shipcourse

block tags like "shipcest" or "lolisho" to avoid such (i try my best to tag, lmk if i forget)

[gyllenhaalstories]

FREAK LIKE ME — ELWOOD DALTON x PLUS SIZE! READER ❤️‍🩹

summary: what doesn't kill you makes you freakier, amirite?

warnings: blood & injury, smut (mild blood kink, praise kink, blowjob, nipple play, titjob). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2120

gifs credits: @/tay-swifts (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: me? writing for dalton again? groundbreaking. ❣️🩹 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"Hey, Doc," Dalton smiled. "Do I need surgery?"

You walked away from the sink, holding your clean hands in the air as to not soil them. "Sorry." Your chin pointed at the counter. Dalton climbed on it, next to all of the medical supplies, while you sat on a chair in front of him. "You're a lost cause."

"That's a rough diagnosis." He shrugged lightly, his smile widened when you took a closer look at the old bandage.

You sighed and only then his smile faded a bit.

"I tried." He answered before you could reprimand him.

You had told him to be careful and avoid abrupt movements, you could not have asked something more impossible than that.

"They started it. I had to end the fight and... Yeah." Another shrug, but this time he winced when you detached the bandage off his skin. The feeling of the glue pulling at his skin and the wound exposed to the air reminded him it was not all fun and games. He forgot about that reminder pretty quickly.

You disposed of the old gauze and started to clean the stabbing wound. You liked to do most of those tasks in silence, focused on taking care of your man.

The silence left more space for Dalton's noises to be heard. The winces, whimpers and gasps echoed loudly in your mind while you patched his wound. There were moans too. Lots of them.

When you first helped him out with his situation, having failed to convince him that nurses were better suited for the task, you figured the moans were just how he expressed his pain.

Maybe it truly was his way to express it. You thought that when you got hurt for as long as he did, the reactions were numbed. Instead of a scream, that was what he would do. You were not wrong, only you were not exactly right.

Because Dalton loved the pain, in a masochist type of way that you still had trouble to understand. He said multiple times before how he liked "to pay for it".

You had never questioned him further. You had never explored this further. Maybe, just maybe, you could entertain this part of him...

"Hey, you good?" He noticed how you stalled, there was concern and worry laced in his voice.

You cleared your throat, realizing that you were lost in your thoughts. "Yeah. It's just..." You scrambled for an answer and pulled open the wrapping of the new bandage. "It looks gnarly."

"You should see the other guy." Dalton scoffed, but suddenly he flinched with his lips curled up and face scrunching. He waited for a second or two, then he breathed out. "Oooh, that hurts."

You watched his reaction closely while you pressed your hand on the bandage, hoping this one will last for longer than a few hours.

His eyes locked with yours. He smiled, again. "I'm not complaining."

You stroked your thumb over his skin while he enjoyed the moment, not pulling away just yet.

His body relaxed, getting used to the pressure against the lesion. Oh yeah, he was loving it.

You stood up and he was visibly disappointed. You were not gone for long, you washed your hands and joined him by the counter again. "You're a freak. You know that, right?"

"I'm aware." He wore that title with pride like a champion's belt.

You pulled your shirt above your head and disposed of it on the floor. You held Dalton's gaze while you knelt down in front of him. Your shirt serving as a thin pillow for your knees.

He stood up, immediately searching for something better that would not hurt your body, but your hands were already busy unzipping his jeans.

You took in the view of the striking contrast between the white bandage and his tan skin. You drank in the sight of Dalton towering over you while your eyes explored his abdomen and chest, all the way up to his face that was painted with a layer of curiosity.

But mostly lust. He watched you struggle to pull his free his cock from his clothes. "Good job." He praised you when you peppered kisses over his semi hard cock.

You stuck your tongue out and licked a few long strands along his shaft before you took him in your mouth.

Dalton's grunts got louder as he got harder at the feeling of your tongue teasing him. "I told you..."

You pulled your head back and twirled your tongue around his tip. You looked up at him and batted your eyes with a hint of innocence that made him smirk.

"It's better when you do it instead."

You knew he mostly referred to his aversion to hospitals (and pain killers), but the way he started to slowly push his cock deeper into your mouth confirmed his words had a double meaning.

He loved what you were doing right now, he loved how you turned him on with just a touch, but he also loved the attention and care you poured into your actions and into making sure that he was as safe as he could be. Not many people cared about him, at least not after the events. All he needed was you.

He snapped you back to reality when he made you gag around his cock. You pulled back, hands leaning on your thighs while you tried to breathe through the coughing.

"It's okay, breathe slowly. You can do it." He walked you through every step of the process so you did not panic at the sudden lacks of oxygen. "I know, it always takes you by surprise but you love it, don't you? I love it too." He spoke, softly, and he presented his tip to your shaky chin. He gathered some of the spit and your lips parted open for him. "I love it when you gag on my cock."

Another harsh thrust hit the back of your throat and tears pooled in your eyes. You held on his strong thighs instead and, somehow, that helped.

"I love it even more when you cry like this. So beautiful." He placed a gentle hand on the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. You melted against his hand, but he used this sweet gesture to set the pace.

Your head bopped back and forth on his length, each time you took him better and deeper. You felt a bit less scared of the gagging, though it happened plenty of times. You figured out a long time ago that you would never get used to just how big your man truly was.

Dalton began to properly fuck your face, never pulling you too far away from him. He loved to feel you struggle around him. He loved to feel your hands try and grasp at something, anything, to help you stay focus and not push him off. He especially loved the way you pressed on his wound.

You earned the loudest moan you had heard from him today. So, you increased the pressure of your palm against the bandage and you toyed with his pain tolerance that was terrifyingly high.

Dalton played with you instead. He tested just how much you could take, keeping his cock so deep that your nose brushed over his shaved skin and that your chin touched his balls that were now covered in spit.

He gave you breaks to catch your breath and you smiled at him every time. He told you, over and over again, just how pretty you looked for him down there until your cheeks warmed up from all the praise and compliments.

So he shoved his cock inside of you again, with a newfound sense of urgency. He was getting close and you could feel it by the way he throbbed heavily in your mouth. You could hear it, too, with the melody of grunts and moans that he made. Dalton lost a bit of the mercy he was known to save only for you. He was chasing his own high and you happily let him.

Your left hand rested on his waist, nails digging into his flesh as you tried to take his pounding. On the other side, you kept pressing his wound. The more he winced and he scrunched his face in pain, the more you knew that he was enjoying himself.

It took more tears on your face, more muffled moans around his cock and a few more thrusts for Dalton to cum in your throat. So far down, you had no choice but to swallow his load. He pulled out, slowly, and smiled from ear to ear at the mess of spit and cum that covered both your face and his cock. He nodded briefly, giving you permission to clean up the mess.

You earned another good job, spoken in that soft voice of his that made your brain melt into a puddle. Just like you did at the beginning, you left small kisses all over his body. You focused on his defined v-line and puffy abs while working your way up.

Dalton helped you to stand up, guessing that all this time spent on your knees might have hurt a bit. "Easy, easy. I got you." He supported your arms until you were back up on your feet, then he insisted you sat down.

You did not protest, you were at the perfect angle now. You wrapped your arms around his waist, dragging your hands across his skin. You brushed over the bandage, only then noticing a touch of red through the material. You pressed a kiss in the valley between his pecs.

Kisses that continued until a faint grunt emanated from Dalton's mouth.

You wrapped your lips around his small nipple, your tongue twirled around it. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling, too.

Dalton pressed his body against yours when you gave the same treatment to the other sensitive bud.

You licked, sucked and nibbled on his nipples just the way he liked it.

He melted in your arms, your warm breath tickled the skin of his chest. It was still crazy to you how such a strong man could barely resist the gentle touch of your lips.

Soon enough, you left his chest as drooly and messy as his cock. That did not stop you, you were fuelled by all of his little reactions.

Heavy breathing, high pitched moans, his hips jerking forward. You loved everything that he was giving you.

You could feel his bulge pressing against you and this was the only reason that convinced you to pull away. You wanted more of him, you wanted to feel him so bad. As if he could read your mind, Dalton cut you off.

"You think you can give me all this attention," Dalton took a deep breath. "And I won't do the same to your pretty tits?" He leaned forward, crashing his lips against yours with a hungry kiss while he took the opportunity to let his hands wander over your skin. He caressed his way from your neck and down on your arms until his rough hands landed on your hips. He squeezed your flesh for a moment before moving upwards to fondle your breasts, only then being reminded of the presence of your bra that he unhooked effortlessly.

"But Dalton," you whined, watching your bra land on the floor. "I need you." He groaned, encouraging you to keep using your words. "I need you to fuck me, please." He hooked a finger under your chin, making you look up at him. "Please."

"You know I can go for a third round." He scoffed, amused by the way you insinuated that this moment you shared would end so soon. Then, his voice dropped lower, his ocean blue eyes appeared darker. "I can go for as many rounds as I want." He rectified himself.

You moaned sinfully, watching him stroke his cock to full hardness again.

"Hold them, yeah, just like that." You pressed your tits together, he pushed his cock in the small gap between them. Spit fell from your lips and dripped down on your chest. "That's my good fucking girl." He used the spit as lube and started to fuck your tits.

Not once did his eyes lose sight of you, your face turned him on just as much as the feeling of your tits on his sensitive cock. "You're a little freak like me, huh?"

His gaze fell down to your chest, he grunted again at the sight of his precum glistening on your skin. You looked at each other with lustful eyes. Dalton smiled. "If only you knew."

[pomegranate1sm]

Let’s get you patched up, love .ᐟ

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[cakesexuality]

Alright so it DOES taste like cherries but only for the first few seconds... still doesn't explain why it's yellow though, like make it pink or make it smell/taste like bananas

And it's been clashing with the ED for several reasons (I can elaborate on it if someone wants, but idk how appropriate it would be to do so here) so I talked to a CMHA nurse since my GP's office was closed, I didn't know if it was worth calling the after-hours line for, and TeleHealth can sometimes take several hours to call back... the nurse was really nice and gave me a pep talk about taking my meds and about treating the infection and 🩹🧡 But he told me to call a pharmacy to ask a question I had about the antifungal medicine, so I called 5 pharmacies and the first 3 each gave me a different answer lmao

I only gotta do this for a week and I'm almost halfway through already!!!!!!!

Guess who has an infection from Alvesco :^)

[spacexseven]

hello its dazai anon I'm currently thinking about subordinate au dazai so here i go

ive been imagining that in the verison of events where dazai catches feelings for darling cuz they (despite the many many reasons they'd have to let him suffer and die) took care of him while he was injured, that dazai would be very interested in paying that forward at some point.

when dazai first finds out that his favorite subordinate is terribly sick or badly injured and is gonna be out for a while, his mind immediately jumps to how... nice it might be to take care of them. well, actually the first thing is mind jumps to is a million worse case scenarios where they die and hes alone for the rest of his life but once he recovers from THAT panic attack he moves on to nursing plans. hed probably think it's a foolproof plan for having darling finally start warming up to him (especially if chuuya has recently gained some ground in that area), i mean, he likes YOU cuz you take care of him, it only makes sense that youd start liking him for the same reason! also he just... REALLY enjoys the thought of being your nurse. 1) since you're sick/in pain if he decides he wants to ask you a million questions or make you play games with him or kiss you a thousand times you can't run away 2) isn't it kind of. domestic? to take care of someone like that? he can almost pretend the two of you are actually together when he does this.

I should note that dazai isn't like. a medical expert or anything of that sort BUT since he has (mostly) good intentions in this escapade hed be willing to listen to advice from others or direct requests from you. except asking him to leave or get off you he won't ever do that but most other things. also he's still. dazai while this is going on so expect a lot of needless mockery about how weak and useless you are, but then in the same timeframe thinking about what might happen if you die and clinging onto you in complete hysterics. frankly hes just making everything worse all the time but thats dazai!

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i couldnt take myself seriously while writing this T^T

when you don't show up for your usual shift with dazai, he's already on edge. he immediately thinks that you must be avoiding him—or that chuuya must have charmed you away with the promise of a day with no dazai. was it because of the time he hung you upside down? that was eons ago and hadn't he already made up for it with the numerous fun (dangerous) and exciting (life-threatening) adventures (escaping from yet another person dazai angered) he's taken you on?

but then he sees chuuya walking around on his own, and you don't show up again the next day, and now he's sure that something was very wrong. which is why, his first response was to show up at your door. maybe, if you were able to answer the door, you'd be terrified at the sight of dazai with his face pressed up to the window desperate for any sight of you, but as you were now, you were far too exhausted to even receive him, so naturally, after numerous attempts at slamming the doorbell, he let himself in.

the sight of you, so tired and incoherent, surrounded by tissues and water bottles, initially made him let out a huge sigh in relief. you weren't avoiding him! you were just bedridden—wait, was that because he insisted you help him find his wallet in the river the night before? was it his fault you were ill?

after the initial guilt, dazai jumps into action. you, as tired as you were, couldn't provide any more protest apart from a few grumbling words at the sight of dazai rummaging in your home, but he was unbothered, dedicated to his new temporary position as your personal nurse.

dazai wasn't too unfamiliar with runny noses and sore throats. for the most part, he was sure you weren't dying and he was somewhat confident in his ability to nurse you back to health. and surprisingly, you didn't seem too mad at his presence, begrudgingly allowing him to spoonfeed you soup that was far too salty.

honestly, this experience made him a little nostalgic, thinking back to oda taking care of him after their first encounter. but also, you were surprisingly quiet when you were sick, not the same silent anger you normally radiated, but just quiet. he didn't mind it all that much, though, since the first night he stayed over, you were so deliriously ill that he definitely took advantage of your state and asked you all sorts of questions that you'd normally ignore. half your answers didn't really make sense, but they served to be pretty entertaining deciphering games when you were fast asleep and he was bored.

the real fun only started when you started getting better. for one, you looked horrified at the sight of him prancing around in your apron and messing with your kitchen, but because you were able to answer him coherently, it was all the more entertaining. while waiting for your water to boil, dazai would offer to read your journal out loud, sing you a lullaby in the middle of the day, and even dare to ask if a kiss would make you feel better. and then he'd provide commentary on every object in your home.

the ease with which he navigated your home and the familiarity with which he handled your things did send some alarms blaring in your head, but what could you do in your current state?

any attempts at protesting his presence are fruitless. even if you claimed he might get sick from hanging around you, dazai would only laugh.

"i'm not as weak as you," he'd say, "i won't get sick. and if i wasn't here you'd probably be dead by now. besides, if i get sick, guess who'd going to have to come to take care of me?"

somewhere during his response, dazai managed to stick himself closer to you, a hand wiping at your clammy forehead. if at all you seemed to not get better, dazai immediately jumps to threatening you, saying that if you didn't get better, if you died on him, he'd never forgive you, promising to make sure that your ghost will be stuck with him. and that's about the best incentive to get better.

[recurring-polynya]

Renruki Week Day 1: Alternate Universe

I have, um, written a lot of Renruki Alternate Universe stories over the last few years. I really did intend to continue my Spirit Society AU, but I totally writer's blocked it, so instead you get Dr. Renji AU: Part Three. This chapter is sadly lacking in Unohana, but it is very Renruki, so, I think it fits the occasion.

If you're behind, this is an AU where Aizen had Renji shipped off to the Fourth instead of the Eleventh. You can read parts one and two on ao3, or here.

| ao3 | ff.net |

🩹 💔 🤕

“Second floor, east wing…” Rukia repeated to herself, her eyes scanning the identical office doors. “This really doesn’t seem right.”

She’d already been shuffled through three different departments downstairs before a harried nurse had directed her up here. It was very quiet in this part of the Coordinated Relief Station, and the few people that she saw seemed to be going about their business more sedately than on the ground floor.

“Excuse me!” Rukia said, accosting the next person to pass, a slender, nervous-looking young man with kind eyes. “I think I’m lost?”

The young man bobbed his head and smiled shyly. His nametag said ‘Yamada’. “How can I help, ma’am?”

Rukia sighed. “I’m trying to find the, er, the head of the trauma department, and I was told to look on the second floor, east wing, but this doesn’t seem like…an emergency room.”

Yamada tilted his head to one side. “The emergency room is downstairs.”

Rukia groaned.

Yamada waved his hands. “You seem very calm and there doesn’t seem to be any blood coming out of you, so I’m guessing you probably just want to talk to the Third Seat, right?”

“Er, right,” Rukia agreed.

Yamada nodded happily. “You’re in the right place then! His office is that one over there!” He pointed at a doorway just past the next cross corridor. “I’m not sure if he’s in or not, but if he’s down on the floor, he’s not available for talking, anyway.”

“Oh! Right. Of course,” Rukia realized. Obviously the guy wouldn’t have time to talk to her if he was trying to reattach someone’s arm. A small wave of disappointment washed over her. It would have been kind of cool to see an arm get reattached. “Tha--” she started to say, only to realize the little shinigami was already bustling away. “Thank you?” she called anyway.

Heaving another sigh, she walked over and rapped on the doorframe. There was no answer. Rukia sucked her teeth for a moment then rapped again. “Er, hello?” she called. “Doctor Third Seat, are you there? It’s…um, Kuchiki Rukia.” She thought about adding her squad, but she supposed she wasn’t actually here in her professional capacity. “First Daughter of the Kuchiki,” she mumbled instead. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t in.

After all this, she would just have to come back later, she decided, although she had no way of knowing when this guy might actually be in his office. Kiyone said that everyone at the Fourth was terribly overworked. For all she knew, Dr. Trauma Boss spent twenty hours a day packing people’s livers back into their bodies and the other four sleeping it off in a supply closet. Now that she thought of it, maybe Kiyone could ask Isane to ask him to give her a call when he had a minute.

Rukia was so lost in her own thoughts as she headed back down the hall, that she didn’t notice the voices coming from the cross corridor, and nearly ran face first into the chest of a tall shinigami who was talking a mile a minute to one of the pink-clad Squad Four nurses.

“I am so sorry!” Rukia sputtered. “I wasn’t looking where I was…” Suddenly, all the words fell out of her brain. “R-renji?”

Rukia had never really understood why humans found the prospect of seeing a ghost so alarming. She had seen quite a few ghosts on the occasion that she had been deployed to the Living World with Kiyone, and it had, for the most part, been a very professional and not-at-all affecting experience.

Now, confronted with a person whom she hadn’t seen in thirty years, she got it.

For a second, she tried to convince herself that she must be mistaken. (But how could she be mistaken? Who else would get eyebrow tatts?) Renji was taller now, his shoulders broader, and his rangy frame filled out with cords of muscle, a fact made obvious by the fact his sleeves were tied back, putting his handsome biceps on full display. His hair was longer, a long, neat braid hanging out from under a pale green scrub cap. His eyes were familiar, though, brown and wide with surprise, behind the dorkiest pair of heavy-framed glasses Rukia had ever seen.

“Since when do you wear glasses?” she demanded.

Renji’s face split into a sheepish, goofy grin. “Rukia! Ah, um, hi!” He blinked and shook his head like he was trying to get his brain back into place. “Er, Nurse Yuki, did you--?”

Nurse Yuki was sizing up Rukia, like he was ready to throw hands over Renji’s honor. Rukia realized belatedly that the little fellow also appeared to have an eyebrow tatt. Maybe it was a Squad 4 thing. “I got it, sir,” Yuki said, icicles hanging from every word. “I’ll go see to Mr. Fueki right away.”

Rukia’s brain raced, still trying to make sense of it all. At some point, she’d heard Renji was no longer at the Fifth, but she didn’t know any of the details. She’d avoided trying to find out any of the details, to be honest. Renji had never been very careful with himself when left to his own devices and, well…as long as she never heard anything to the contrary, she could assume he was out there somewhere, working hard and making a name for himself.

He was still alive, though, and right in front of her. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. The very moment after she said it, her brain put together the tied-back sleeves and the scrub cap and the fact that the nurse had called him ‘sir’. Fuck.

“I…uh…work here,” he said stupidly.

“You work here?” Rukia repeated. “In the Coordinated Rel-- wait--in the trauma department?”

“Yeah, actually.” He looked confused. “Um…why?”

“I am supposed to talk to your department head, but he’s not in. Do you know how I could get ahold of him?”

Renji blinked at her for a moment, then frowned. “He’s in.”

“He’s not! I just knocked on his door and no one answered!”

“I tell you, if he’s not in, he’s gonna be back very shortly.” Renji straightened up and strode past her, back toward the office of the errant Third Seat. As Rukia scrambled to catch up to his stupidly long legs, he bent over and squinted at a placard mounted on the wall next to the door, just underneath the room number. “Hey, Rukia,” he said, his voice dripping with trollish delight, “come read this for me.”

“I didn’t see that,” Rukia grumbled as she finally caught up. “‘Trauma Department, Chief Officer,’” she read off, “‘Third Seat… Abarai…Renji.’” With horror, she looked back at him. He was grinning and waggling those stupid eyebrows at him.

“I didn’t see it!” she repeated.

“I gathered that.”

“This isn’t a prank? You’re really…” she waved her hands vaguely at him, “a surgeon?”

“Surprises me too sometimes.”

It seemed completely absurd, but at the same time, it made perfect sense. Renji had been a funny kid. His public face had been as pure a son of Inuzuri as there had ever been-- sneering and swaggering, a temper like dry kindling, tough as a wild boar and twice as strong. But all this was a defensive armor that Rukia had watched him construct, brick by mud-packed brick. Underneath, there was a certain tenderness, a heart that couldn’t help caring about everything and everyone. He patched holes in their roof and learned which wild herbs were edible. He somehow always ended up with the smallest blanket, even though his legs were the longest and stuck out ridiculously. He never hesitated to offer a piggyback when Mameji got too tired, or a kind word when Fujimaru got down in the dumps. Just because he held a sword like he’d been born with one in his hands didn’t mean that’s what he actually wanted.

A doctor. Go figure.

Renji cleared his throat politely. “Um. So…you were looking for me?”

Rukia tried to pretend like she hadn’t just tripped headfirst into her feelings. “My brother,” she announced, pulling herself up to her full height, “came home yesterday after spending two days in the Coordinated Relief Station! He won’t tell anyone what happened. Even his lieutenant doesn’t know. I haven’t even seen him, but this morning, he sent me this note.” She rustled around in her sleeve and pulled out the little folded slip of paper. She almost just handed it over, but changed her mind at the last second and shook it open so she could read it out loud. “‘Rukia. Please go to the Fourth Division and speak to the Head of the Trauma Department.’ That’s it!”

Technically, that wasn’t ‘it’. There was another line, which read, “Dress in a manner befitting the First Daughter of the Kuchiki and comport yourself accordingly.’” She still wasn’t entirely sure what the reasoning behind that was-- she certainly would have felt more comfortable facing a senior Gotei officer--childhood friend or not--in a shihakushou instead of the wisteria-patterned semi-formal kimono her maid had stuffed her in before shoving her out the door.

“Ummmm,” said Renji.

Rukia narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. “So what the Hell happened? Is my brother going to die?”

“What? No!” Renji squeezed his eyes shut for a second. “Look, let’s go into my office to talk about this.”

Byakuya was definitely dying. Rukia could feel it in her bones.

Renji led her into his office. It was small, and full of stuff, shelves packed with medical books, primarily, but also practice swords and weights and the ubiquitous piles of Gotei paperwork. Unlike her own Third Seats’ shared office, at least there was some order to it. The walls were crowded with various framed certifications, as well as pictures of Renji with his friends-- playing soccer, dressed up for something fancy, manning what looked suspiciously like the safe sex booth at the annual Squad Four Health Fair with a horrified looking Kira Izuru. His zanpakutou sat on a wall-mounted sword rack behind his desk.

“Can I make you some tea?” Renji offered, waving vaguely at a kidou-powered kettle and some tins of tea crammed onto a shelf next to a precariously leaning ikebana arrangement of chrysanthemums and greenbrier.

“Do you still make tea so strong that a stick would stand straight up in it?” Rukia asked.

“Only when I’m pulling graveyard shifts,” Renji replied. “And don’t say that too loud. My captain takes tea very seriously.”

“I’ll pass, then,” Rukia said, sitting down in the visitor’s chair, as he settled down behind his desk.

“So,” said Renji.

“So,” Rukia echoed.

Renji folded his hands in front of him, and composed his face into a very professional mien. “Your brother is fine. He lost a fight, and I put him back together afterwards myself. Captain Unohana signed his discharge papers personally. The only reason he was here for so long was because we have a mandatory 48-hour observation period for infection when someone’s had an open abdominal cavity in non-sterile conditions.”

“He lost a fight?” Rukia’s brows furrowed. “To whom?” There weren’t that many people in Soul Society who could beat Byakuya, and even fewer who wouldn’t have bragged about it to the entire city by now. “Was it the Kenpachi?” she guessed. “Or Captain Ichimaru? Have you ever met that guy? He’s really creepy.”

“I…have, but let’s hold off on badmouthing other people’s captains for now.” Renji sucked his teeth for a moment. “It was me. I was the one who fought your brother.”

Rukia blinked at him. “What?”

Renji sighed. “This is really not how I pictured explaining this to you. He really…he really didn’t say anything?”

“Just the note!” Rukia singsonged.

Renji looked down at his desk and nodded for a moment. “Of course he didn’t. Why would he? I deserve this, I suppose,” he mumbled to himself. Then, suddenly pulling himself together, he slapped his palms on the desk, and looked up at her, jaw set and eyes blazing behind those stupid, nerdy, unspeakably hot glasses. “Rukia,” he said. “I have something to tell you.”

Rukia stared back at him and waved the note again. “Yeah? That’s why I came here?”

“It’s not about-- well, not directly-- that is to say--” He screwed up his face again. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Am I what?” Rukia echoed.

“Seeing anyone. You know. Romantically.”

“I am not, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“Oh! Great!”

“‘Great’? ‘Great’?! What is that supposed to mean?”

“In that case, may I prevail upon you to go to dinner with me? This weekend maybe?”

Rukia squinted at him. “Are you a person who says ‘prevail upon’ now? Ew.”

“Not--not usually! I was trying to sound classy!”

“Well, stop it. I get enough of that at home. Anyway, can’t you just tell me the thing right now? I am not a patient person and I will explode if I have to sit on this until this weekend.”

Renji squinted back at her, and for a long moment, they made faces at each across his desk. “Are you serious?” he finally said.

“Just tell me!” she insisted.

He laughed softly for a moment, then flashed her a fangy grin. “Fine. Here goes: Kuchiki Rukia, I think you’re the best girl in the world, even though you’re a huge blockhead. I like you so much that I trained every free hour I had until I could beat your brother up and ask him for permission to ask you out. Then, I studied and practiced every working hour I had until I could heal him back up afterward, so you wouldn’t get too mad at me for doing it. I’m sorry, I thought most of this was implied when I asked you out, but I honestly had forgotten about the blockhead thing.” He studied her gobsmacked face for a moment. “So, do you wanna go out or not? I’m paying. I got a place picked out and everything.” His face softened. “I’ve really missed you, you know.”

Rukia stared at him blankly for a moment. Absolutely none of this made any sense. She pulled the note out of her sleeve again, and re-read it. Dress in a manner befitting the First Daughter of the Kuchiki and comport yourself accordingly.

“Are you telling me, Abarai Renji,” Rukia said slowly, “that you just attempted to win me back from my brother?”

Renji’s face flushed. “No! Well--I guess you might see it that way, but my intention--”

“I guess you won,” Rukia mused. “So I guess you did just win me back from my brother.”

“No, it’s not like--”

“What the Hell, Renji? And for that matter, how did you manage to beat him anyway? Hit him over the head with a frying pan while he wasn’t paying attention? I’m still grappling with the fact that you’re a Third Seat. There’s no way you beat up my brother.”

“Look,” said Renji, having abruptly snapped free of his stammering and stuttering when there were fight retrospectives to be done, “Captain Kuchiki’s been in a lot of public fights and he makes no efforts to keep his zanpakutou’s abilities secret. His fighting style is well documented. He always trash-talks his way through the first half of a fight, and slow-rolls his bankai, which after enough study, I realized is because it takes him some time to build his reiatsu up to the nosebleed levels he’s capable of. I went in hard, straight to bankai, and didn’t let up until he was on the ground. If I’d let him get up any head of steam at all, he would have rolled me over, so I…didn’t.” Renji made a thoughtful face. “He says he wants to fight me again, and I kinda want to see how I would do outside of win-at-all-costs mode. Could be fun, you know?”

The way he explained it, so matter-of-factly, sent her right back to Inuzuri. He could have been telling the story of how he distracted a fruit merchant while palming an apple instead of talking about his--

“Renji,” Rukia said slowly. “Did you just say you have bankai?”

“Yeah.”

She stared at him. “How the Hell did you find the time to get bankai on top of,” she waved vaguely at his bookshelves, “learning to be a doctor?” She thought she had been doing well with two sword attacks and getting up to 60’s-level kidou.

“Those two things turned out to be weirdly complementary,” Renji scratched his head. “Makin’ bones do stuff that bones normally shouldn’t be doing.”

“What is it like?” Rukia blurted out. “I want to see it.”

Renji’s eyes widened. “My bankai?”

“Yes! Do you do something with your own bones, or is it extra bones, like do you get bone armor? I don’t even know what your shikai does, is it bones, too?” Rukia’s mouth snapped shut, as she abruptly recalled why she had never seen his shikai. She stared down at her knees. “I’m sorry. That was very forward of me. I…I forgot.”

Renji regarded her very somberly. “Forgot what? That we aren’t friends any more?”

“Mm,” Rukia replied noncommittally, rubbing her fingers over the intricate woven texture of her kimono as a distraction.

Renji sighed. “Look, Rukia. I’m sorry I hit you with the dating thing out of the gate. I never told you how I felt about you back then, and I wanted to be upfront about my intentions. If you’re not interested in that, or you don’t feel that way about me, I still--”

“How am I supposed to know how I feel about you, you dumbass?” Rukia snapped. “I haven’t seen you in thirty years! And for that matter, it’s not like I’ve stayed the same, either. How do you even know you still like me? This is just like you, latching onto some stupid idea and--and going to the trouble of getting bankai over it before even asking my opinion!”

“I’m sorry,” Renji repeated. “I just wanted it to be a sure thing, that’s all. And you’re right. You’re absolutely right. But what if we started slow? Get to know each other again. We can figure out what we want to be later.” There was open desperation painted on his face. “I just want to see you again, Rukia.”

Rukia crossed her arms over chest. “Answer one question for me, Abarai.”

Renji looked like he was torn between horror and hope. “Okay?”

“What kind of face did my brother make when he conceded to you?”

Renji stared at her for a moment. “Oh. Um. Well, he didn’t exactly concede. It was very…pbbbbblllth!” He made a vague gesture with both hands that suggested fountaining. He thought for a moment. “Hmm, his normal face is kinda like this?” He lidded his eyes, tilted his chin up slightly, and made a face like he smelled something unpleasant.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s pretty good,” Rukia nodded.

“Well, the face he made was more like this.” Renji made the same face, only he opened his mouth ever-so-slightly. He still managed to look about a thousand times more surprised than Rukia had ever seen Byakuya.

She nodded again, curtly this time. “I wish you had invited me.”

Renji’s eyebrows shot up.

“I don’t know how I feel about you or about any of this,” Rukia decided. “But based on this note, you asked Byakuya for full courting permissions, didn’t you?”

“Er, maybe?”

Rukia scanned Renji up and down one more time. Everything about him--the braid, the glasses, the scars, the muscles-- it all screamed down-to-earth practicality. He was exactly the opposite of the rarefied assholes her brother regularly surrounded himself with, the stuffed-up peacocks her aunts constantly tried to interest her in. “No,” she said. “No, you beat him fair and square, so you’re my boyfriend now, and he is going to deal with it.”

“Ummmm,” said Renji.

“Do you own any nice kimono?” Rukia asked.

“I do, actually!”

“Perfect! We’re going to a garden party at the Shihouin’s on Sunday afternoon. You will escort me. I will be wearing green.”

Renji looked like he was about to say something, but instead, he set his jaw and nodded. “Okay!”

She could get up and leave now, Rukia reminded herself. She had done exactly what Byakuya had asked her to do, and was being more than generous in upholding his end of this stupid bargain. Renji knew it, too.

Except that Renji had the courage to say a bunch of things out loud, and just because she couldn’t bring herself to process any of them at the moment didn’t mean he didn’t deserve better than this.

“If you show me your bankai on Saturday morning,” she said slowly, “I’ll let you take me to lunch afterward. Lunch! Not dinner! And if it turns out your bankai is lame, I’m walking.”

Renji’s facial expression relaxed into an obnoxious smirk she recognized all too well. “I think I’ll take those odds."

[takohebi]

for the ship symbols! azujami: 🌋 🩹

azujamiyuu: 🧩 🤪

For Azujami:

How often do they fight? Do they usually playfight or only serious fights? How do they make up to their s/o?

Well it's azujami, OF COURSE they're gonna be bickering often. They might mellow down a bit after they start to date but it's still a common thing they do. Except now it's more of a friendly banter/debate rather than spiteful or overly snarky remarks.

They're both similar yet different so the way they approach problems would reflect that. Being very prideful individuals, it would be hard for them to apologize. Azul would definitely start missing Jamil's smiles and brief touches reserved only for him, prompting him to apologize with a gift (like handmade curry or something). Azul's love language would be gifts (as well as words of affirmation imo)

Jamil would feel irritated at the situation. The cold air between them would distract him constantly and make him almost miss Azul's constant chatter. He might end up doing something absurd, like turning up in Azul's office and apologize curtly, prefacing it with a long, deep sigh.

I don't think either would stay mad at each other for long, unless they were very deeply hurt.

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What do they do when their s/o gets hurt? Do they fuss over them? Nurse them back to health?

Both of them would react similarly. Fuss over the other while also nagging him a little about being more careful. Jamil would bring handmade food, Azul would get the finest meals from Mostro Lounge.

Azul would make sure Jamil's chores and tasks are still completed, using the tweels or whichever unfortunate soul was currently caught in Azul's traps. He'd try to come by as much as possible between classes, Lounge and Dorm work.

Jamil would outwardly seem annoyed about having another thing added to his to-do list: taking care of Azul. But he does care. Working through his homework by Azul's side, bringing in thorough notes taken in class for Azul (filled with small tips and explanations scribbled hastily in the margins), shooing away Floyd when he gets noisy. The tweels would help out at Scarabia, Jamil always just a call away if they have doubts.

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For Azujamiyuu:

When was the moment that really clicked for them? Like “I’m in love with them” or “This is the person for me”?

First I'll do Yuu!

Yuu had a crush on Azul first, before Jamil. It started from the museum scene at the end of the Octavinelle arc. But they didn't do anything about it because they didn't think it would be reciprocated.

During one of Yuu's study sessions with Jamil in the library, Azul insisted on joining in and it ended up being a 3-way banter. Azul's charming wit and his way with words made Yuu realise that they were in love . Azul wasn't just a passing crush.

When Yuu was visiting Scarabia for tea one evening and Jamil laughed at a (bad) joke they said, Yuu had a cliche "oh" moment. They'd been in love for a while.

As for when Jamil realised his feelings for Yuu, it was when he let Yuu hear the bell on his hair accessory. His heart started to beat real fast. Jamil valued his personal space and he realised how easily he was letting them into it and how it didn't bother him at all.

For Azul, it took a long time for it to hit him. A small compliment from Yuu that just didn't leave his thoughts, until he had to finally concede that he was catching feelings.

[That said while these are more or less the "canon" ways they fall for each other, I do enjoy exploring different alternate ideas and scenarios too]

For Azul and Jamil, honestly I don't have a canon idea when the feeling hits them, especially since the main story often offers different facets of their nature. I prefer to keep coming up with new ideas for them than sticking to one way.

It would definitely annoy them though, once they realise they're catching feelings lmao.

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I've answered the second one here

Thanks for the ask dandy!!!

[twst-the-night-away]

takohebi: 🗺 savvy and cater, 🩹 for violetta and jade

I lost all that I'd typed up when I had almost finished answering ... tumblr whyyyyyyyyy.

Thanks for the asks @takohebi! Even if one of them was an ask I kinda begged someone to send, heheh. I'm going to have to write the Savvy & Cater stuff out as a proper fic to really get it how I want it.

🩹 for Violetta & Jade: What do they do when their s/o gets hurt? Do they fuss over them? Nurse them back to health?

Violetta and Jade are both fussers and nursers, but in very different ways. Violetta is more firm and practical. She may be tiny, but she will demand that you rest and give her your arm so she can check up on the injury you got, and let her do what she needs to help you. It's a rare assertive, bold Violetta, and Jade's ... impressed. He wonder if he can get her to be like this in other ways.

Now, with Jade ... this is where you see him get kind of emotional. Violetta is his, and she's been hurt, and when something precious to him is hurt, he worries. Of course, he'll do what he can to get her help and nurse her as much as he can, but he'll get overprotective. If anyone comes to visit - even if it's a doctor - Jade will stay in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, just There, making his presence known and keeping an eye on things. If the doctor needs him to leave, he'll be rather reluctant, but he'll be waiting right outside the door. Jade will also be quite sure that whatever got Violetta into this state doesn't happen again.

🗺 for Savvy & Cater: How would they handle long-distance relationships? Do they wait for their s/o to contact them, or do they spam their messages with every little thing that reminds them of their s/o?

Congratulations, Savvy and Cater: you're both spammers. At least you have a compatible texting style. But that won't be the only thing reminding you of one another while you're apart.

These two are going to be pros at long-distance relationships by the time they finally tie the knot. (Yes, I am one of Those Shippers who plans the whole future of a ship when I get super invested, I have names for their kids and everything.) There are several periods where they have to make the long-distance thing work. And a certain move by Savvy right before the first time they were separated helped move things along … 

(Waaaayyy too much about this ship in the cut below. It's long, even after trimming it. But I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about them, thank you for letting me get some of them out into the open!)

Cater, like all other NRC seniors, is leaving for his internship. The seniors will be gone for most of the year. Even though he’ll be back before graduation, he’s already mentally preparing himself for when he has to say goodbye to everyone for real. After all, he’s a pro at having to say goodbye by now, right?

The thing bothering him the most is how he feels about Savvy. They’re friends, but they both know that they like each other, and they have hunches that the other one shares their feelings … still, they both have their reasons for holding back. Cater doesn’t want to be vulnerable, and Savvy wants to feel like she’s important enough to him for him to risk that vulnerability. It’s a big game of emotional chicken. They want the other one to blink first.

When Cater was in the mirror chamber, about to take off, Savvy came running in to say goodbye. He’d sent her a text earlier in the day, thinking he’d be able to get away with just that so that he wouldn’t have too many feelings about it. (He’s already had enough saying goodbye to the underclassmen in his dorm …) She ends up giving him a hug, and also kisses his cheek. Of course, he thinks it’s cute, but after a week or so, something strikes him as odd, so he sends Savvy a text …

heyyyy, so, weird and maybe awkward question time?

Whatever it is I didn’t do it

um, no, you did, actually

you kissed me

… Don’t tell me you just realized this

staaahhhhhhp.

so, here’s where it gets weird:

did you have anything on when you did?

���� ...

LIKE LIPSTICK

I MEAN LIKE LIPSTICK

just answer me savvy ffs i’m dyin 💀

I had some lip gloss on ✨💄✨

… ok, but like, was there anything in it

🧐 There usually is

i mean, anything special tho

this is gonna sound super weird

but the spot where you kissed me has been all tingly off and on for like, two weeks now

… 😰 wait

Are you allergic to duskberries

nope

… OM7 it worked 😂

what

😳

WHAT DID YOU DO

SAVVYYYYYYYYYY 

It’ll wear off after a while OM7 I’m so sorry Cay but this is also super hilarious

savvy whyyyyyyyyy

I needed to test it out

Is it tingly like, right now?

yeah, that’s why I asked

but WAIT A MINUTE BACK UP

what was that about it working savvy pls

You thought about me didn’t you

You thought about me, and it started tingling

… OM7

SAVVY

SAVVYYYYYYY

WHYYYYYY 😭😭😭

It doesn’t show up or anything does it?

NO BUT LIKE

I CAN FEEL IT

Does it burn?

noooo!!! it just feels like it’s THERE like you JUST kissed me instead of two weeks ago!!!

how did you even do that?!

Now I know you’re thinking about me 😏

that’s so sneaky but also genius UGH

i’m gonna get you for this

JSYK

don’t know how or when but I WILL

And he does. By the time Cater graduates, he and Savvy have made it official. On graduation day, she can see that he’s wearing something new - a simple bracelet with a diamond-shaped charm ♦️. And he gifts her a matching one.

The bracelets are enchanted to where the charm shimmers whenever one of the wearers thinks about the other. He got the idea from her lip gloss, of course. But HE wasn’t sneaky about it, and he teases her about that regularly.

Considering the fact that when Savvy graduates, she’s going off to Briar Valley where the tech is iffy, and Cater is going to be touring with a band for a few years? They’re going to need that sort of thing to remind themselves that the other one still thinks about them and loves them, even when they can’t see and touch each other.

[dxfiedfxte-a]

🩹 - Tsumiki

But now she had to think; did she accept his invite to dinner, or should she keep things strictly professional? Mikan smiled awkwardly as she began to tidy up, tossing her nitrile gloves away and sterilizing the tools she’d been using. Part of her wished Takemi was here to make the decision for her - the morally ambiguous doctor always seemed to have the best advice, dating or otherwise. Despite that, Mikan knew damn well Takemi would say something about her needing to “live a little” and encourage her to go, which could be detrimental to her future in the medical field. 

Again, he wasn’t technically Mikan’s patient. His medical records were under Takemi’s responsibility. And he seemed so genuinely interested in her…

Another sigh spilled from Mikan’s lips, this one softer and more decisive. “Y-You’re right,” she replied. “There’s no harm. I’ll g-go to dinner with you.” There was short pause, her finger pressed against her chin in thought before she added, “Let’s meet up o-outside that cafe around the corner f-from here. It’s c-called LeBlanc, I think…”

She’d only been there once - she wasn’t really a coffee person.

“Let’s meet at uhm… 8:30. That g-gives me time to change out of th-these scrubs and g-get the place locked up.”

[{ 🦋}] - “You will? Great, then it’s a date! I’m already looking forward to it!”

When she agreed, a smile quickly came to his face, he was starting to think she would decline, so when she decided to go with him, he was happy, he didn’t really know anyone in the medical field, and he wanted to know more about her, the many bandages she had on her, he assumed there was a reason for it, and it probably wasn’t pleasant, he didn’t know what it was, but she had probably been through a lot in her life, yet here she was, a nurse training under someone of unique expertise in the field, Tae Takemi was definitely different from most doctors, but she was still very much a professional, and did her job well, and had an extensive knowledge on things, he could tell whenever she gave him an answer to his questions, whenever he had something to ask, she always gave him a very detailed explanation, she never missed a beat with the details, Mikan was probably learning a lot from her.

His concerns about the demonic spirits nightmares were slipped to the back of his mind, it wasn’t something he was really worried about much, he just know that he’d be in for a series of nightmares for a bit, this had happened before, so he knew how to deal with it, it was always terrifying, but he’d be fine minutes after waking up, and never usually had anymore after having his bad dream for the night, he never usually got more than one nightmare, if he ever had the same nightmare more than one night, only then would it be cause for concern, it would mean that this curse, was a stronger one, which could potentially be dangerous, but for now, he was more focused on his date with Tsumiki.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Cafe LeBlanc? Yeah, I know the place, been there a few times before actually. Eight-thirty? Perfect, I’ll be there.”

So it was official, he was excited, he knew he’d be leaving here fixed up and refreshed, but never did he expect to leave with a date, he was glad though, but, he was curious, he thought back to last night for a moment, when she had to slip out for that important phone call, he wondered what that was about, regardless, it was probably something he shouldn’t ask about, but the curiosity would still remain. He’d just put more into getting to know her rather than what the phone call was about, that phone call had unfortunately cut their conversation short last night, so he was grateful to be able to have a full proper conversation with her later tonight, he already had a place in mind for reservations.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Well, now that we have that all settled, I guess for now, I’ll head out, I have to look over the footage from the investigation last night, make sure nothing was missed. But, I will see you at eight-thirty Tsumiki-san.” Giving a smile, he turns to take his leave, he was thinking of offering his number, but he decided to wait and see how tonight went first, regardless, he had a very good feeling about it.

...

Hours later, Minato had finished doing all he needed to do for the day, and now the time for tonight's date was quickly approaching, at first, the hours seemed to just drag on by, but as soon as it hit six o’ clock, time suddenly began to zip on by. Minato had made them reservations at a local three-star restaurant callled the Matsugen, a restaraunt chain owned by the infamous Matsushita brothers, a well known pair of sibling chefs, with locations not only in Tokyo, but also in Hawaii and even New York City, Minato had been here a few times, the Matsugen, had the best Soba he’d ever had, and the environment was lovely too, he liked watching the soba chef cook in front of them, he hoped Mikan would have a great time there. Taking time to prepare for the date, Minato puts on his carefully selected outfit for it. He went for a simple but stylish approach, donning a dark sky blue long-sleeved gothic style-dress shirt, with see-through little mesh patterns on the sleeves, topped off with black slim-fit jeans, and a white belt, with a sky-blue butterfly on his belt buckle. complete with his usual teal-blue scarf he liked to wear with some of his outfits.

Minato had parked his car on the street, near the entrance to the alley walkway that lead to the café, it had been a little bit since he had been here, about a week or two maybe, walking in after the chime of the bell, he spots his date and gives her a wave, approaching her with a smile.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Hey Tsumiki-san. Wow, you look amazing in that outfit.” 

Giving a quick wave to Joker, who was quietly drying off cleaned coffee mugs, he turns his attention back to Mikan, to see if she was ready to go, he hoped she liked Soba, thankfully, they had other traditional food options there as well just in case.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Anyway, you ready to go? Our reservations are in twenty minutes, it won’t take us long to get there though.” He asks, leading her to the door, pushing it open, but stopped to hold the door for her as she exited with him, and made their way down to his car. A midnight blue BMW with a blue under glow, as they approach, he unlocks the doors by pressing the unlock button on his keys, and doors click in response.

[dai-dai-daisukeee]

[ooc]

Hey, Kane speaking. I've seen and heard that there have been gore bots/users that send people from the Mouthwashing fandom (and other fandoms) threats. I'm turning asks off for now, I'll reopen them when this entire thing ends or when the bots become inactive or smth.

Beware of any suspicious asks and take any necessary precautions to avoid being a target. Stay safe everyone.

[fictionaloveward]

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[spacexseven]

tuna you have nooo idea how many ideas i have about yans falling for their doctors but i will give u something simple: port mafia; ie: chuuya, akutagawa, pm dazai, etc. x good-natured hospital doctor. one day theres a major clamor about how someone turned up outside the hospital with grievous injuries. at first its all hands on deck to help them, but eventually someone figures out that theyre mafia and everyone jumps ship. darling’s colleagues try to persuade them away from the dying mafioso, telling them how getting involved with the mafia in ANY way will turn out bad for them and to just leave them to their fate, but darling keeps to their oath and decides to take over their care.

its tiring work, working round the clock alone to keep this bastard alive, but it’ll all be worth it in the end, right? wrong. yan’s FIRST order of business when waking up and finding themselves in a hospital is to flip out. threats, attacks, the whole shebang. big tantrum. eventually darling reasons with them that theyre far too injured to go anywhere for the time being without like. dying. (this wouldnt work on dazai that well lol) and if they wanted to turn them in or kill them they wouldve done it like 2 days ago. they even agree to submit to the mafia’s retaliation if they find their care insufficient. their patient agrees, albeit very angrily, and darling sets off on the worlds most thankless job. 

any of these fuckers will give darling a run for their money. dazai would spend a lot of time trying to intimidate them into letting him out early or goad them into killing him, stealing things to hurt himself with, harassing the nurses, faking symptoms, anything he can think of to make their life harder. chuuya is just NASTY, nothing to say to the person Saving His Life besides threats and insults. can never leave a check up on akutagawa without at least one bruise. so on and so forth. no support from colleagues either, darlings decision to Do Their Job making them a pariah. even so, they offer their testy patient their care and kindness without falter. as soon as theyre well enough to get up and walk out, thats exactly what they do, and darling would be lying if they said they werent glad to wash their hands of the whole thing. they’re, of course, back the next week with a new injury that they INSIST that DARLING SPECIFICALLY must look at and suddenly acting like they’re besties. darling lets them, of course, even as the injuries they come in with are more and more ridiculous, all the while trying to gently steer them away from ever coming back before they get them arrested. 

well, if you didnt want them hanging around you maybe you shouldnt have been so sweet. are they supposed to forget about you holding their hand through shockwaves of pain? your soothing voice? the way you stayed up all night to watch over them while they slept? do you think they get THAT at the mafia infirmary? say, why dont you come and work there! they see how your colleagues spurn you, how ungrateful your other patients are for you. doctors are VERY highly regarded among the mafia, itd be a great fit for you! itd also let them personally make it up to you for being so awful before. win-win, right?

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i am terribly sorry about how long it took for me to answer this 😭😭😭 i did consider a similar idea but w/ darling doing the underground doctor job for extra money (we need to start raising funds for darling) as well if you're interested!!

im gonna use dazai as a placeholder for this if u want one w chuuya and aku lmk :>

cw: yandere characters, obsessive behavior, jealousy, obsession, injuries, harassment, taking advantage, implied coercion.

injuries aren't uncommon in this line of work, and bleeding out with a terrifyingly gaping wound is not a new sight for port mafioso. usually, though, mori already arranges for other people to come in and take care of the injured, and they steer clear of hospitals and clinics. it's not smart to get civilian doctors involved in this.

usually, things go as planned.

today, it didn't. dazai's subordinates were strewn somewhere else, leaving him wounded and isolated. to make things worse, he was positioned awkwardly close to a busy street. he should have anticipated that the enemy would have some other trick up their sleeve. now what? was he going to die here, like a disgraced dog? he would prefer something less painful and embarrassing, but beggars couldn't be choosers...

maybe he should have accepted mori's offer of even more backup.

he couldn't reach for his phone, and even if it didn't hurt so bad and he could get it, his fingers were trembling so much that he knew he couldn't type out anything. god, how pathetic. death was death. he couldn't be too picky about it, could he? he would welcome the end.

to his surprise, he woke up.

he was sure he was in a hospital. the plain walls, the simple bed. the papers nearby and the person in a white coat gave it away. this was bad news, terrible news. he wasn't supposed to go to any hospitals or clinics unless mori said so, and now he was here, getting treated by any regular civilian doctor.

obviously, dazai decides the best course of action is to kick up a fuss. they wouldn't hold him here against his will, right? he screams and kicks and threatens everyone until he's exhausted and the staff is ready to throw him out themselves, but you stop them. he recognizes you as the person in his room when he woke up, and watches as you defend his behavior by telling everyone how confused and frightened he would have been after waking up with no recollection of what happened in between. confused, frightened? he was mortified by your choice of words, and worse yet, it was working. everyone backed down, turned their backs and went on with their day.

and you have the audacity to turn back and smile at him like you hadn't just embarrassed him, telling him that it was expected he would have reacted so negatively, promising to help make sure his stay was as comfortable as possible. what stay? he wants to get out, but when he voiced this demand with a hoarse throat, you look more shocked and rush off to get him something for his voice instead. you sit down beside him with a hand on his and carefully explain why he has to stay and why it's important he works with you for a speedy recovery. you ask him for who you should contact since he didn't seem to have any existing identity, but he only turns away and tells you he wants to leave.

he does this for as long as he's hospitalized, complaining about everything, reminding you he doesn't have cash and that killing him would be your best course of action, since he couldn't afford the bill anyway. he tries to run away and pull off stupid stunts, but nothing works. it's infuriating how calm you are about everything. you leave and go back to your usual routine, stopping by to check up on him occasionally. the other staff, however, look terrified of him, and he relishes in the trembling hands and rushed exits. during one of their visits to sort out his room, dazai pretends to sleep so they can actually get things done without fearing he will kick them all out the window, and overhears a particularly interesting conversation.

he learns that you were the one who insisted they treat him despite everyone else noticing the signs that he was probably part of some underground organization. some determined line about how it's your job and you need to help everyone regardless of personal feelings. he thinks it's all bullshit, but your determination...is kind of cute. it's only a matter of time before you end up as soulless and exhausted as everyone else in the city, though.

then the long awaited day comes, and you announce that he can leave. he doesn't care to ask for a bill or thank you, running out and disappearing to talk to mori again, but he would be lying if he said he didn't think about you even after that day. for some reason, something about you really stuck with him. it might have had something to do with your relentless insistence to help, your unwavering patience, your calm conduct, or maybe your...voice. your sympathetic tone, your firm hold...your presence.

a week later, dazai shows up to your workplace and demands he get his hand checked out. he whines until they drag you down and then he exaggerates his terrible condition, how important and urgent it was and how he needed to be kept inside the hospital for a few weeks at least this time. it's very serious, you know. you saw through his lie, but you don't bat an eyelid, immediately complying to his outrageous demands. he was a little happy that you hadn't changed. so despite how often he showed up, with a new but small injury, you took it in stride and treated him with all the concern and seriousness he expected. could you blame him if he liked to be fussed over like this?

what he didn't like was the knowledge that you treated all your patients like this. none of them deserved the same meticulous inspections, soothing touches, dedicated service, and warm smiles you gave. it wasn't fair that he came in all beaten up and you could only come in for a quick greeting before rushing out after another patient. and for what? your meager pay? well, if he could talk to mori and get you brought over as a personal doctor for some of the high-ranking members, you'd get paid well and you could be with him all the time while doing what you loved. it was the best of both worlds, wasn't it?