#knee surgery

[mormtastic]

me

[sharplymysterioussculpture]

I just had knee surgery so now I’m thinking of what jjk characters would do after u had surgery..

[Gojo x reader]: after you get knee surgery

Going home from the hospital was not an easy feat, but your boyfriend tried to make it as smooth as possible. He helped you rise from the wheelchair and handed you your crutches, careful to hold onto you to keep you stable.

“Satoru I’m fine, I can get up by myself,” you say stubbornly. An expression of concern laced with relief crossed his face, his mouth slightly downturned with his bottom lip pushed out. His usual grin not found.

“I know, you’re my strong girl. Let me help you though. Please?” He squeezed your hand, a small smile appearing on his face. He gently walks you to the car, and watches carefully as you turn around and shimmy your butt onto the seat. He helps you lift up your leg, careful to grab just at your ankle to not bump the thick black brace. You inch backwards, wincing slightly when you try to move too quickly. “Alright, angel, you comfortable?” He holds on to your toes, hoping that the soft touch would make you ease up.

“Yeah I guess.” You sit in the backseat of Satoru’s car, splayed across all three seats, your back against the window and your bad leg lays flat, stretched out in front of you. Your good leg sits off to the side, foot on the floor of the car, to keep the rest of you supported. “Okay, I’m okay now. You can give me the crutches,” you sigh, relieved that you are stationary and not moving anymore. You hold out your hand, expecting him to give you your second set of legs.

He glances up at you, holding both crutches with one hand. “Put your seatbelt on first,” he asks. You whined, still not fully off of the anesthesia.

You struggle to pull the seatbelt around your body, further frustrating yourself when the seatbelt buckle sticks out into the side of your hip. “It’s too hard. You do it for me.” He smiles, closes the car door, and walks around to the other side of the car where your back is leaning against.

He props the crutches up on the side of the car, and looks in at you through the window. ‘She is so adorable when she’s frustrated,’ he thinks, a warm flutter in his stomach. He opens the door an inch, and puts his face into the crack. “Lean forward a bit, hun, I’m gonna open your door.” You do as he says, leaning forward and propping your arm on the edge of the seat. He opens the door and you taste a hint of his cologne. Woody, musky, but also sweet. His smell is intoxicating, and makes you somewhat drowsy.

You giggle softly to yourself, “Can I lean on you?” Your voice drags out long, with a little rasp. You lean back against Satoru’s chest, his arms enveloping you. He shoves his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply. His slender hands squeeze your arms, a silent I love you.

“I’m so proud of you, you know that, princess? So, so proud of you for being strong. But you don’t have to be strong for me right now. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? I’ll give you everything you need.” He presses a soft kiss to your temple, and glides his thumb over your arms. You reach up with one hand, interlocking fingers with him.

“Awe, I love you ‘toru,” you chirp.

“I love you more, princess.”

He fixes your seatbelt, and slides the crutches onto the floor of the car. He adjusts his rearview mirror so he can glance at you every ten seconds, worried that something might happen if he doesn’t keep his eyes on you. Exiting the hospital parking lot he hits a pothole, jolting the car, and shaking you inside.

“Ow,” you say, almost halfheartedly. It didn’t really hurt but you just wanted to fill the silence.

“Shit- I’m sorry, baby, are you okay?” He glances at you in the mirror, his face contorted with fear and worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say, smiling back at him.

“I should be driving slower anyways,” he says, gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turn white.

After a couple minutes of staring out the window in silence, you groan, a complaint sitting on the edge of your tongue. “Satoru. Why are we going so slow.” An annoyed expression drifts across your face, settling in your furrowed brows and pouting lips. The anesthesia finally wearing off.

“Because you’re my princess, and I have to bring you home as gently and as carefully as I can,” he says jokingly. His smug grin appearing on his face. His pearly smile flashes in the rearview mirror.

“Satoru. We’re going like ten miles an hour.”

“…Fifteen actually.”

“Oh my God,” you groan. This is going to be a long drive home.

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I’m so bored I’m prolly gonna write this scenario for other characters too.. heh meniscus repair is not for the weak

[drykoolaid]

Merry chismas/ happy holidays ☺️☺️☺️ ✨🎄🎅🦌💗❤️‍🔥🍠👰‍♀️

She’s trying her best <3 (click 4 bettr quality)

Anyways, happy crhistsmans guysss

I have a bunch of wintery ahh wips that I wanna try and get out this week (that I prob won’t be able to)

Holy shit I need to sleep

If this post gets 30 likes I’ll make them kiss

Don’t play wit me

[snezka-049]

[bluebabysno1fan]

daily blue baby #692

[bluemarshmellows]

lol i just saw this on insta🍑👐

[ladyhelsgallery]

[kayatoastkkat]

i had a vision

i am so sorry Sage