Basic info: One of story wips about 6 chronically ill/disabled teens finding solace in each other as they navigate life.
The Main Six:
Silas Lemaire (they/he)
Adelaide Klein (she/her)
Fletcher Collins (he/him)
Gracie Hisakawa (she/they)
Sage Pilarsk (they/she)
Emerson Estrada (he/him)
I plan to make posts for each of them with more in-depth info but I need to find my notebook first lol. They’ll be linked to each of their names on this post
What if they get Kenjaku out of Suguru's body, and Suguru is left alive and he and Gojo kiss and Nanami comes back and he and Gojo kiss and they get Sukuna out of Megumi's body and Yuji and Megumi kiss and they bring Nobara back to life and she and Maki kiss and then they bring back Mechamaru and he and Miwa kiss then it would truly be our jujustu kaisen
Edit: guys it's gojover go home I'm sorry for keeping your hopes up
AN: first time participating in whumptober! we'll see if i remember after this lol
Running was good. Running was safe. Don’t stop running.
Annetta flinched as a stray bullet struck the overhead light, showering sparks down upon them, but they didn’t stop running.
Never stop running.
Not until they were safe and in the van and driving away from this godforsaken supermarket.
Can’t even get groceries without soldiers coming after us, huh? She thought bitterly to herself, skidding around an aisle and shoving an abandoned cart towards the end of the aisle. A nearly futile effort to slow down the soldier chasing them. They could hear the boots behind them, but didn’t dare look back.
Never look back. Never stop running.
She ducked and weaved around the next aisle, a cereal box exploded behind them as a bullet hit it. Boots on linoleum tiles echoed throughout the vast building. Shouts of orders could be heard and grim gunshots rang out, bouncing through the air. All they hoped was that the others hadn’t been hurt or killed.
“Shit!” Annetta cursed as a bullet grazed her upper arm, breaking through her flannel and shirt. They really wished they had more than a switchblade on her. Not giving it another thought, they quickly turned into the next aisle and into a long stretch.
“ANNETTA!”
They focused ahead to see Isidore calling out to them, a small wave of relief engulfed her. One of five accounted for, but they were nowhere near the clear.
All relief was cut short as her jaw clicked shut and her head cracked against the tiles. The familiarity of the butt of a gun hitting them couldn’t have been more unwelcomed. Her breath left her as a groan emitted involuntarily from her mouth. She opened her eyes to a barrel of a military rifle two feet from their head. Black dots absorbed their peripheral as her vision swam. Their blood ran cold as pure terror swept over them like an icy wave.
She was going to die here. In a damn grocery store not being able to think straight.
Sorry Noëlla. Mom. Dad.
As they watched the soldier reach for his radio, he suddenly went rigid, eyes wide, and collapsed next to her. A knife hilt stuck out of the back of his neck. Looking up, Annetta distantly registered Isidore running over to her, but their muddled focus went back to the knife.
“C’mon,” The red-head dragged her up. “We’ll confirm that concussion later. Right now, we’re getting out of here.”
Isidore grabbed her wrist, sprinting right when their feet were under them. Everything was blurring past as pain ripped through their head as they ran. She was pretty sure she was slowing down the older boy as they stumbled. Shouts were heard and assaulted her ears as the now-dead soldier had been discovered. Isidore weaved them effortlessly through aisles and into the back storage and completely out the back door.
Annetta winced at the sunlight, instinctively closing their eyes and losing her footing a bit.
“I know, I know, but we’re almost there.” Isidore’s voice felt distant as he righted them and continued to run.
She opened her eyes and blurrily registered the van in line of sight. They never thought they’d be so grateful to see that beat up green van in her life. From what she could see, everyone else was inside of it. Jason, Kit, Thea, and Frankie.
Of course, any relief they felt was gone when they heard a door bang open.
“Damnit.” Isidore exclaimed, but kept running, hauling Annetta along with him.
Never. Stop. Running.
Bullets whizzed past, as the soldiers tried to hit them. A few hit the van, but didn’t appear to hit anyone inside. They heard a scream from inside the van, so high pitched it was definitely Kit.
The door slid open once they were within less than 10 feet. Isidore all but shoved Annetta into the van towards Thea, who pulled them into the van. As the red-head pulled himself in, a bullet struck his shoulder. He cried out, but pulled himself in as Frankie closed the door and Jason peeled out of the lot. He got himself into the front passenger seat, wincing as Frankie put pressure on the wound from behind. Stray bullets hit the van and every noise reverberated in Annetta’s skull. Eventually they stopped as they got far enough away.
“Make sure she stays awake,” Isisdore gritted out towards Thea. “They took a rifle butt to the jaw and hit their head on the tile.”
“Shuttup,” Annetta slurred out.
“Make sure you don’t bleed out first,” Jason cut in, still driving like a maniac. He cursed under his breath as he increased in speed. “Thea, keep Annetta awake and bandage any wounds. Frankie, how’s Isidore looking?”
“It went through clean and missed anything major,” Frankie filled in, already grabbing gauze and bandage to dress the wound. Thea reached over to grab some for her own work.
Annetta felt their stomach protest at every bump and lurch of the van as Jason whipped the vehicle about. She closed her eyes, trying to stave off the dizziness that was growing in intensity every second. God, they just wanted to sleep.
“Hey,” Thea snapped her fingers by their ear, making them startle. Annetta glared at her with no real malice. “Gotta keep you awake. Now, how many fingers am I holding up?”
Thea held up a hand and Annetta tried her best to focus, vision swimming and making the simple task near impossible.
“Four?” They guessed, lacking any and all confidence. From the curly-haired girl’s face, they could tell they were wrong.
“It was two.”
They looked over to see a fearful Kit, with tears streaming down her face.
“Thea only held up two fingers,” Kit repeated.
The rest of the ride was near silent, only filled with noise from the roads and small threats without any heat from Annetta as Thea continued to keep them awake. Eventually, they pulled into some woods that Jason scoped out quickly and deemed safe. They unloaded and Jason immediately got to work checking over everyone. Isidore’s shoulder was going to be fine, but it would hurt like a bitch for a bit as all they had was some ibuprofen.
Annetta was sitting on the leaf-littered ground as Thea and Kit kept worried gazes on them. Jason came to kneel in front of the raven-haired teen. Their dizziness and nausea had increased tenfold as the man gingerly moved their head to examine the blooming bruise on their jaw. She winced as pain spiked through their head and dizziness completely took over.
“I’ll be done in a sec, kid” the man reassured, as he righted her head. “One look at you is all I need to know you’re concussed.”
Annetta just stared, not really looking at him as her vision swam even more. She felt bile creeping up, and tried to push it down as much as they could.
“Annetta?” Jason prompted while trying to meet her eye. Suddenly, his hands were righting her as they had swayed over a bit. “Hey, kid. You good?”
She suddenly turned to the side as the meager breakfast made itself known once again as they vomited onto the leaves. They barely registered arms catching her and distant shouts as their vision blacked out, fully losing consciousness.