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cemeterything · 1 year

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we want to know about your near death experiences, please tell us of your near death experiences

erm. gonna put them under a cut in case it's too much for anyone lol (since it's kinda personal, i'm not going to pull my punches in describing how i felt, and i know not everyone's comfortable with discussions of death and near-death)

- took nearly 3 days to be born because my mom refused a cesarean and was nearly a month premature. don't know if this one counts because i was a baby but apparently they were pretty worried about my chances of survival towards the end and when i was born i was sickly and in a lot of pain for months.

- fell down the stairs multiple times when i was a kid, suffered several concussions and fractures and developed vertigo that gave me a phobia of heights i eventually grew out of. again not sure if this counts since i barely remember it but i do remember the feeling of cracking my head once and boy it's not fun. it's like cracking an egg but the egg is your skull. also remember having a lot of dreams of jumping off the top of the stairs and my consciousness separating from my body and watching it fall because of this.

- nearly drowned because i swam too far out to sea on holiday and got caught up in a massive tidal wave (it was the baltic sea in poland, on a very windy day, and i was 8 years old and an idiot). i'd just accepted that i was going to die stuck in this current i couldn't escape and given up on being afraid, embracing the cold dark tidal embrace of death, when the wave very gently set me down in the shallows and i was so at peace that i almost forgot to sit up and breathe. left a big impression in me. i did not tell my parents what happened because i was okay with it and didn't want to upset them or deal with them fussing over me or giving me hell for taking stupid risks when i didn't need it.

- got hit by a car on my bike and flipped over the hood. was fine except for bruises and scrapes but while in the air briefly freaked out and thought i could see a halo of fire around the driver's head (probably the sun shining through the rear window).

- nearly died of dehydration while infected with a very nasty bout of flu that kept me in bed for 2 months straight. i passed out on the floor of my kitchen while trying to lift a cup to pour myself a drink and would have probably at the very least ended up with severe complications if my cat hadn't wailed over my body until my mom woke up and found me lying there. while passed out i had this horrible nightmare that i was god reincarnated in a mortal body and got really upset because i didn't want to be responsible for the entirety of humanity because it was too much and i was only 15. was extremely relieved when my mom revived me and explained that i was just really fucking sick. ended up in hospital with an iv in my arm to prevent my body from shutting down on itself until the flu burned out enough for my own organs to stop fighting me.

- tombstoned off the lighthouse in the bay with some sort of friends and very fucking narrowly missed a shelf of rock that would have shattered me to pieces if i hadn't twisted out of the way moments earlier. as it rushed towards me i very much saw my life up to that point flash before my eyes and was really disappointed by how little i'd done with it. didn't actually do much about it for a while though because i was a depressed unmedicated teenager in a bad living situation. pretty sure that kid would be amazed by how far i've come since then though.

- pretty sure i only survived a bus crash because moments before it happened i felt this urge to stand up and did. if i hadn't my head would have gone through this metal bar on top of the seats and my neck probably would have been broken.

- got lost in a woodland area by google maps once and got so dehydrated from the heat and blood loss (due to trying to cut through thorn bushes when i got desperate enough to get scared) that i started hallucinating this shimmery figure i couldn't look at directly following me and chasing me every time i started to give up (somehow i just knew that letting them touch me would be very bad, but they didn't feel malevolent? i was scared but i didn't get the impression that they wanted to hurt me, just that it would be a consequence of letting them touch me). got rescued because i screamed so loud that some passing hikers heard and went in and pulled me out of there. again not sure if this one counts as near death but i was wandering in there for hours and felt like i was going to die.

#death #injury #unreality #<- for discussion of hallucinations #drowning mention #car crash mention #might delete this idk if im comfortable with sharing it but we shall see lol

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just-here-for-the-whump · 8 months

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Warehouse 13 1x1 Pilot

#warehouse 13 #pete lattimer #myka bering #whump #injury #blood #helped to walk #impaled #pain #car crash

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whispers-whump · 8 months

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Car Crash

Whumpee’s heart dropping to their heels knowing it’s to late to swerve

Driver Caretaker throwing out an arm to brace Whumpee in their seat

Whumpee swerving to avoid an animal, only to smash into a tree or guardrail

Whumpee sitting dazed, blood pouring from their head, on the road just a few feet away from their totaled car as they wait for help to arrive

Broken nose from airbag deployment

Broken ribs from the sudden jerk of the seatbelt

Whumpee, asleep/resting in the passenger seat, getting jolted into awareness when the car crashes

Getting rear-ended by Whumper

Whumpee totals their car in the pouring rain. Blood spreads, diluted from the rainwater, getting on everything, so they can’t tell how bad it actually is

Whumpee’s car flips over and they come to, arms dangling over their head

Whumpee wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and the collision sent them straight through the windshield; glass cuts and road rash get added onto whatever other injuries they have

Calling Caretaker instead of an ambulance being their first concussed instinct

Feel free to add on!

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #car crash #car accident #scenario #concussion #blood and injury #broken bones #bloody nose #bruised #bruises #whumpee #whumper #caretaker

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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I don't remember where I read this small fic about Reader and the BAU team getting in a car crash but I honestly need more lol

Male Reader isn't a driver, he's more into motorcycles because they don't need as much spacial awareness as cars do. But ue does know how to drive since you need a drivers license to get a motorcycle license. Well during a long drive to find an unsub's location out in the woods, the team took turns driving. Derek knows that Reader is uncomfortable being behind a wheel and volunteers to stay up with him, making sure he's okay like the dad friend he is.

What the team doesnt know is that the unsub knows they're being followed and so the unsub decides to cause a wreck by speeding down one of the darkened trails in the woods and hits the BAU car

You can decide how injured everyone is and I hope this is an okay request

Is there a possibility it was this fic ?

Word count: 1152

Warnings: car crash, impaled, injuries, blood

"How far out is this place?" JJ asks. Your current suspect (who you were almost 100% sure was the unsub) lived in a remote cabin in the middle of the woods.

"Four hours,"

"I'm sorry, it's four hours out?!" You exclaimed, head whipping in Hotch's direction. "He's driving four hours to dump a body? That's commitment..."

"What's the driving schedule?" Emily asked.

"Me, Morgan, Rossi and then (Y/N)," Hotch said.

"I don't know if it's a good idea," You say, hesitant. "I don't drive that often..."

"Hey man, I'll stay up, keep you company," Morgan offers with a grin, knowing that being the only one awake would add to your worry.

"Thanks," You give him a grin.

"What is it with you and motorcycles, anyway?" Emily teases.

"I don't need as much spatial awareness with them," You explain with a smirk.

She turned to Hotch, "Are we really letting this guy drive?"

"Just get in the car," Morgan laughed. The first two and a half hours of the journey, you were fine, not too anxious, knowing that you had a while before you actually had to drive. Then during Morgan's shift, he decides to stop for coffee - and naturally, you drink one too. Which was a bad move because now you're anxious as fuck. It starts with your knees bouncing, hands shaking, before you force your eyes closed and picture a variety of different movie scenes - mentally rewriting them so they ended the way they should have.

And, soon enough, it's your turn. Morgan makes sure to sit in the passenger seat, so that when everyone goes to sleep, at least you have him to chat to without worrying so much that you might wake the others.

Morgan, as promised, stays awake and you both find yourself debating the alternative movie endings you came up with earlier. Apparently, Morgan doesn't believe that Tony should have lived at the end of Endgame (and honestly, he's wrong - and you make sure to tell him that).

You pause the current conversation, squinting into the darkness, trying to figure out what it was exactly you could see just past the light of the headlights. "What the-?"

Morgan joins you in your confusion. You get slightly closer, slowing down just in case. And you can see the number plate, "Is that the unsub's vehicle?" Morgan asks, you're about to answer when the lights flick on and the car's speeding towards you with no sign of swerving.

"Shit!" You yell, swerving until a tree seemingly appears from nowhere and you slam the breaks, but it's too late and the car collides with the tree and then unsub's vehicle collides with the SUV. Your grip on the wheel is tight, even as the car crumbles, even as the metal dents around your legs and sides, even as the air bag activates and winds you, even as a sharp pain hits your torso. And then your grip loosens as you lose consciousness.

When you come to, the first thing you register is the pain, every part of your body hurts. "Is- Is everyone okay?" You ignore the tears that are starting to build, both from the smoke and the pain.

"We're all okay back here," Hotch answered with a small groan, moving his hand over his face.

"Is everyone awake?" You asked, various voices chimed in, confirming that they were all awake and okay. "Morgan?" You turned your head, panic gnawing at your stomach when you saw that he was still unconscious. You reach out, biting back a yelp when pain spread through your arm - you ignore it and lightly tap his face. "Morgan? Derek?"

"I think he's out for the count," Hotch mumbles and you nod, anxiety gnawing at your stomach. And pain. You let your eyes flicker down to your stomach, just to make sure you're okay. You know it's probably a few bruised ribs, maybe a few broken, but nothing major. But then you see the metal rod and your stomach drops.

"H'tch-" It comes out as a whisper, "Hotch-"

"(Y/N)? (Y/N), what's wrong?"

"I-" You have no clue how to even describe it. There was fumbling and the sound of a low groan, Hotch. You shut your eyes, trying to get rid of the mental image of a metal rod sticking out of your abdomen. You open your eyes when a hand gently taps your cheek, Hotch gives you a small but reassuring smile. "Hotch,"

"I know," He replies, eyes not leaving yours, "I know, but you're going to be just fine, alright?"

When you nod, he turns behind him, "Can you check on Morgan?"

Then there's movement to your right, "Morgan?" JJ. Okay, someone was looking after Morgan, that's good.

"Hey," You look back at Hotch. "The ambulance is on its way, okay? You're going to be okay,"

"There's a whole ass metal rod in my stomach right now Hotch-"

"Let's not think about that right now,"

"Okay, yeah, that sounds like a good idea." You nod. "Is Morgan okay?"

"He looks okay," JJ reassures, "I think he's just unconscious,"

You nod and sirens fill your ears and you let your eyes close for just a moment.

As it turns out, it was not for 'just a moment' but rather several moments. Many hours worth. In fact, since closing your eyes, you've had surgery, nurses have monitored your other injuries, set your arm in a cast, and bandaged you up. Derek had also woken up as the ambulance arrived, confused and dazed to say the least, but otherwise okay. He's not happy with the idea of staying overnight in the hospital, but a firm look from Hotch has him sighing and nodding.

You wake up, three hours after the surgery with a groan, you felt a dull ache, despite the numbing effect of the drugs. "(Y/N)?"

"H'tch," You give a small smile, despite the ache. "Morgan okay?"

"He's okay, everyone - including you - is okay,"

"That's good," You hum before you wince slightly, throat hurting. With a small roll of the eyes, Hotch hands you a small glass of water.

"Small sips," He reminds you, studying your face for a moment before turning back to his newspaper ('since when did Hotch reads newspapers?'). "They didn't have any good books to buy in the shop," Hotch answers.

"You're such a dad," You snort.

"Yep, now get some sleep or I'll ground you and that includes visitors," He answers. When you stare at him in confusion, trying to figure out if he's joking, he looks up and you and you quickly screw your eyes shut - just in case.

Turns out, it's a rather affective way to get to sleep and soon enough, you're waking up. This time, Morgan's there and you immediately grin. "Morgan!" You cheer and Morgan laughs.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty," He teases.

"Whatever," You scoff, "I didn't have the chance to tell you, but how dare you say Tony Stark shouldn't have survived after defeating Thanos."

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quinncupine · 2 years

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Wrecked

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Word Count: 4,224

Warnings: Car Crashes, blood and injury, hospitals

Summary: After a run-in with a villain, you suddenly find yourself in a precarious position. Luckily Izuku is on the scene. Let's just hope time is on your side.

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"-ith me?" A fuzzy disjointed voice bounced around in the back of your mind, but you were too out of it to fully comprehend what it was trying to tell you.

"…nuh…?" you managed to mumble, lips refusing to form anything more than one syllable.

What was wrong with you? Everything felt…well your mind was still trying to catalog exactly what it felt but for the most part you knew you were deeply uncomfortable. All the blood had drained to your head, pounding pressure into your skull while your hands hung uselessly above you dipped in what felt like freezing water. An intense throbbing brought focus to your legs where a steering wheel had bent in towards your lap, trapping you in your seat.

A car. That's where you were.

What were you doing in a car? The last thing you remembered was…heading home. That made sense at least. But after that, it was pretty muddled. Why wasn't your memory working?

"Hey, are you with me?" That voice buzzed through your head again and you shut your eyes trying to concentrate on answering.

"Ye…yeah." Good, your mouth seemed to cooperate this time.

"Glad to hear it," the voice- why was it so familiar- seemed relieved. "I'm working on getting you out, but you need to stay still for just a bit longer. Think you can do that for me?"

The moment you nodded your head, you instantly regretted it. Spikes of intense pain shot down your neck and you involuntarily cried out. Something was majorly wrong. It took a few staggered breaths before you were able to focus again.

"What, what happened?" The words slurred out like molasses or maybe that was the blood dripping into your mouth.

"You took a bit of a tumble down the hill. Don't worry, Y/N, I'm right here. I'll get you out in no time." He must've moved closer to you, but how did he know your name?

"Hill?" What hill? You didn’t remember any hill. Risking the pain, you pried open your eyes to look out your peripheral and was met with the familiar blob of green hair. "…Zuku?"

He smiled, a bright beam even through your blurry vision. "I know it's uncomfortable, but just hang tight. The door bent in when you rolled. Does anything else hurt?"

It was only then that you realized his hair was flattened against his skin, dripping with water. How you didn't hear the rain before was a mystery because it seemed to be pouring buckets. The car groaned a bit and shuddered before Izuku grabbed hold of the door and braced his feet to keep it in place.

"What's the E.T.A. on that ambulance?" He asked, a finger to his ear and after a moment he nodded. "Villain's been dispatched but the waters coming in fast. I'll have to meet them on the road."

"Don’t!" you abruptly cried out at the thought of him leaving. "Don't go!"

Suddenly his face was next to yours, eyes wide. "I'm not going anywhere! I promise. But we do need to get you out of there. This ravine is flooding so I'm just gonna take you up where there's a bit less water. I won't leave your side."

It took your brain a moment to process his words. Flooding. Your hands were still hanging above your head, floating in cold water. Though your mind was slow to realize they'd been floating in that water since you woke up. A few small waves crested at your head. Had the water always been that high?

"Y/N," Izuku calmly brought your attention back to him, "The car's wedged in tight. I can't move it without force so I'm going to take the door off. It's bent around your legs, so I'll have to go slow. Tell me if anything hurts. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," you rasped out, trying to look down, or rather, up at your legs. The dash had pinned them against the seat though your body was slow on the uptake.

The door screeched as metal on metal slowly peeled apart from his raw strength. With your definite concussion, the noise cut through your skull like a hot knife, but you bared it, squeezing your eyes shut. A few seconds later a very real and very sharp stab of pain lanced up your leg and an agonizing cry escaped you.

"What hurts?" Izuku dropped down on his knee, water splashing as he did so.

"L-leg." You tried to grab the spot, but your hands refused to move, floating uselessly in the rising water. "Get me out, please."

"I will, but I have to know how your legs are pinned. I don't want to risk slicing them."

He laid on his back, the water nearly engulfing him, and pulled himself halfway through the window. From your position in the ravine, the car had been cast in shadow from the rocky cliff you had rolled down, making it quite difficult to see inside. Initially, you'd been fine with that because even the glare from the light outside made your head spin. Now though, it was becoming a frightening hindrance. Izuku pulled out a small flashlight from his pocket and clicked it on, smarting your already aching eyes.

"Can you wiggle your toes?" he asked quietly.

That was something you could do at least. Even that small bit of knowledge calmed you down some. But the rest of your legs were firmly pinned together.

"Yes, but I can't move anything else. I’m- I'm stuck."

"The inside of the door had torn in half. It caught your thigh." He met your gaze. "If I try to pull it off now, it might…" he trailed off, not wanting to finish. "We'll need to wait for the ambulance."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I'll bleed out, won't I?" when you sniffed, your head flinched in pain. "Won't I?" you repeated when he didn't answer.

In the silence, the sound of rushing water seemed to grow louder.

"I won't let that happen." He ran a gentle thumb along your temple, wiping away the mix of tears and blood. "I told you, I'd get you out. Do you trust me?"

"I always trust you."

"Good. Then you'll be fine." He offered you a confident smile as he shined the flashlight around the car, assessing the situation. "Don't worry. The ambulance isn't far. This is almost over."

"I don't want to die." It came out in a broken whisper before you could even think it.

Izuku froze, flashlight gripped tight in his hands. "You won't die. I would never let that happen. I made you a promise didn't I?" He turned back to you, eyes narrowed in determination.

"Yeah," you mumbled, trying to stare at his fuzzy form.

"Besides," he changed his tone to something more upbeat, "you need to think about where we're going for dinner. You were supposed to pick the restaurant tonight."

That was a sudden change of subject. You blinked in confusion then suddenly laughed at the absurd topic. "You're thinking about food right now?"

"No, you're supposed to be thinking about food right now." He grinned. "Don't you remember our dinner plans?"

After a bit of concentration, you did. Once you made it home, you were supposed to go out on a date night. Tuesdays were always date nights.

"S-Still wanna go?" you shivered as the water reached your hairline. "It might have to be hospital food."

"I've got plenty of experience with that," he laughed but it didn't quite meet his eyes as he glanced at the rising water level, then shined the light under the dash where your legs were pinned. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. "But if it's for you, I'll sneak anything you want in. I've got connections there you know."

"Are you sure that's really a good thing?"

He spit out water that splashed into his mouth and scooted closer to the dash, examining your leg. "Who's to say."

The car groaned again and suddenly jerked to the right. His attention shot over to the broken back window that the water had been leaking in through, except now it was flooding inside at an incredible pace. He wiped the water out of his eyes and sat up to stay above the water level.

"Okay, change of plans," he kept his voice calm even as he moved quickly, "The ravine is flooding so I'm going to move the car."

"Didn't-didn’t you say that was too dangerous." you coughed out the water that splashed over your face, trying your best to keep your head above the murky water.

"It's become too dangerous to stay here." He caught your fearful gaze and gave a resolute smile in return. "It's alright, I'll keep you safe." Sliding out of the window, he paused for a split second. "Tell me immediately if something hurts."

As soon as you nodded in confirmation, he slipped through the window, leaving you alone and upside down. The water was coming in too quickly to prepare yourself in your hazy state. You accidentally swallowed a few gulps and tried your best to hack it out, but it was difficult to do when overturned.

In a flash of lightning, you caught Izuku's red shoes splashing through the rushing water as he grounded himself in the small wedge of space between the car and the cliff wall. He was literally between a rock and a hard place. The car itself had bent around the jutted rock, making it difficult to move without jolting you inside. Something he really didn't want to do with your leg in such a vulnerable position.

Another wave hit your head but this time it didn't recede. It took your brain a slow second to realize that you were completely submerged. Water filled your nose and you wriggled trying your best to stave it off.

The entire car complained as it was lifted higher and your head broke free, desperately seeking that precious oxygen. Water drained out through the broken windows, but you could only focus on gagging out the water still stuck in your throat. When the crooked door that was pressed into your leg shifted slightly, white-hot pain bolted up your leg. The pain was so severe that your scream came out as a shuddered gasp. It was only when the door caught on the rock and ripped halfway off the car that a wrenching wail tore from you. The pain was so intense that your vision whited out for a few heavy moments and you lost all strength.

When you regained your vision, you noticed asphalt outside the window as you blearily looked around. Izuku had managed to lift the car back onto the rain-streaked road and immediately dropped through the window to assess your condition. His flashlight scanned your leg and the only thing that registered as wrong was the small grimace he let show for a split second before schooling his features and turning to you with a small smile.

"Please, get me out," you cried, fingers weakly gripping the waterlogged roof. "I can't…it hurts."

"We're going to move you slow, okay?" He rolled onto his back and shifted underneath you again. "I'm going to get you out, but first I need to stabilize you."

A warm wet, different from the icy cold water you'd been thoroughly submerged in, crawled up your leg and dripped onto Izuku's soggy green uniform. The red stood out starkly, even in the dim light of evening.

"Izuku," your fingers clumsily grasped the stained fabric. "Izuku, is that mine?"

He didn't answer at first, busy using Blackwhip to stabilize you, but when you pulled insistently on his uniform, he finally met your eyes.

"When the door shifted, it cut into your leg," he supplied hesitantly. "I'm going to get you out so I can treat it, but you need to stay still until I do."

Once Blackwhip had nearly cocooned you, he snapped the buckle and braced himself to wrench the steering wheel off your legs. The slight give was cushioned by the dark tendrils tenderly embracing you. Now that the pressure was off your legs, the hurt had ebbed itself past the edges of your conscious, coming in full blast. Tears welled up in your tightly squeezed eyes, trickling into your already soaked hair.

He carefully withdrew from the car with you in tow. Your brain did a loop-da-loop as you were turned horizontally, nearly blacking out for a few seconds. The wet ground met your back and you shivered, trying your best to keep your mind off the mess that was your leg.

Izuku went to work, pulling out bandages from his waterproof belt and ripped off the rest of your pant leg to apply the bandages. His fingers prodded along the rest of your leg to feel for more damage, and he stopped at your knee when you yelped.

Red flashed across the wet pavement, and you twisted your head enough to see the ambulance racing through the rain down the deserted road. Beside you, you heard the faint sigh of relief from Izuku as he ran a gloved hand through your hair.

All that adrenaline seemed to seep out of you at that moment and you closed your eyes, relaxing your battered body. It would be so easy to fall asleep and forget this whole ordeal for the time being, but an urgent hand patting your cheek annoyingly kept that from happening.

"Hey," Izuku's voice drifted to the front of your mind, and you cracked your eyes open enough to see his two giant green eyes inches away from your own. "Stay awake. I need you to do that. Can I trust you to do that?"

"Ye…ah." Your eyes just felt so heavy though. It was hard enough to keep one thought strung together, let alone two eyelids open. Surely one little nap couldn't hurt.

"Y/N," he was an insistent one, wasn't he? When his cold fingers found your cheeks and gently squeezed them, you opened your eyes to find he'd stripped his gloves, desperately digging his bare fingers into your cheeks. "Hey, you never told me what food you wanted."

"Food?" you mumbled, turning your head away. "Not…hungry. Tired."

"Concentrate. Tell me what you want. It's my treat after all. We can get anything you want."

"Even Amelio's?" managing to slide your glassy-eyed gaze over to him, you gave him a stupid grin. Izuku hated Amelio's.

He chuckled, but it broke off into a watery smile. "I suppose I did say anything, didn't I?"

"Great." With that, your eyes slid shut and even though Izuku's panicked voice practically pleaded with you to keep them open, you just couldn't find the will to do so. Sleep sounded too good to ignore. Exhaustion took hold and you slipped into the darkness with the coming night.

The ambulance pulled up beside the totaled car and two paramedics rushed over, but Izuku could only focus on your face. You were grimacing, even in unconsciousness. The pain must've seeped into even the darkest recesses of your mind and that in itself seemed to hurt his very soul.

"Deku!" One of the paramedics finally got his attention and he had to forcefully pull himself back into hero mode. "You need to let go now."

He glanced down. His fingers had clutched themselves desperately to your shirt. Slowly, he let go and watched as they went to work, finishing the first aid he'd administered. A buzz in his ear signaled his agency trying to get in contact with him again. He'd ignored the last few attempts, too busy trying to get you out of the now flooded ravine.

"Deku here," he said quietly, finger pressed to the device.

"Where the hell have you been!" A voice scolded him. "We've been trying to contact you! I nearly sent someone after you! What's the status of the villain?"

"Dispatched." He spoke numbly, standing up with the medics as they lifted you onto the gurney. "One casualty. I'm sending coordinates for pickup. I'll give my report later. I'm needed at the hospital."

"Hey, wait just a-"

Izuku cut the call off and followed after the medics. He'd left the villain gift-wrapped for the police at the end of the road, his job here was done. There was a much more important job right now. Seeing you made it through this alive.

Once inside the ambulance, which the medics seemed to be quite shocked the muddied hero had asked to come along, Izuku took hold of your hand, watching as they cleaned the wound on your leg. It was much worse than he was willing to admit to you. The shrapnel in the door cut deep into a vein. Thick waves of dark red oozed out at a terrifyingly fast pace. He only had a limited amount of bandages in his pack and you'd bled through those in less than a minute.

The ride was painstakingly long and listening to the medics as they worked only seemed to make him more and more nervous. One had radioed ahead to the hospital to prep the O.R.. Emergency surgery was needed to repair and stop the bleeding to the damaged vessels. It wasn't just your leg either. Contusions to the chest made it fairly obvious that you'd broken at least a few ribs, not to mention the head injury. All in all, it wasn't good.

Izuku just wished that somehow, you'd wake back up, even if he knew there was a microscopic chance of that happening now. You'd lost too much blood and if by some miracle you did wake up, you'd be in incredible pain. It was best you slept and even so, that made him all the more fearful. He just needed the confirmation that you'd somehow be okay.

Because if you…if you really did die on him, well then, that would make him a liar, wouldn't it? He couldn't fathom the idea. Not when you so whole-heartedly believed in him. In his ability to save you when it really counted. He couldn't let you down like that. So he spent the rest of the ride with his head lowered, body tense, and silently praying to whoever would listen that you would make it through this.

The moment they pulled into the archway of the emergency wing, the doors burst open and you were rushed into a group of waiting nurses, all shouting orders as they wheeled you away. Izuku could only go so far before he was forced to wait in the lobby.

Four hours.

It took four hours of pacing a circle in the lobby, still in his drenched hero uniform, heckling the nurses for any updates. At some point, Momo and Shoto arrived with a change of clothes and some words of comfort. His agency had called to get the full report from him, but his mind was too scattered to give a detailed report. They would have to settle for a summarized version and wait until this was over for the full story.

Word must've spread and gradually the lobby filled up with friends and family, all anxious for news. Izuku had run himself ragged going through all the possible scenarios his mind had cooked up, growing increasingly panicked as the hours dragged on. Just how long was this surgery going to take? Was this a bad sign?

"Um, Y/N L/N?" A small voice broke through the tense atmosphere.

Nearly every head in the room swiveled at the name and the nurse blinked a few times before she focused on Izuku who had stepped forward.

"Is she okay?"

"Well the surgery was successful but she did lose quite a bit of blood. We've started her on another round of transfusions. Once she gets through the night, we'll have a better gauge on how long recovery will take." She explained and Izuku nearly collapsed with relief.

Recovery. Which meant you would get better.

"Can I see her?"

"She hasn't woken up yet, but that's to be expected." The woman said, glancing around at all the eager faces. "I can take you to see her though." Then she held up her hands as the throng of friends surged forward. "One at a time, please."

The entire walk through the recovery ward was torture. Izuku's body had tensed up ever since the ambulance ride and no matter what he did, he couldn't seem to calm down. He wouldn't be able to calm down; not until he saw you, safe and alive. When they finally made it to the room, he paused in the doorway.

It was dark inside. Amidst the darkness, he saw your form lying asleep on the bed, swathed in blankets. Someone must've washed your hair since it was combed through and the lingering scent of soap permeated the room. He stared at you for a long moment, taking in the sight of your chest moving up and down. You were alive and breathing. That tight hold of fear that encompassed his body slowly faded the longer he watched you breathe peacefully.

"Y/N," he whispered, his feet finally falling in place beside your bed. "I'm so sorry."

You didn't respond. Still stuck in that dreamless void of unconsciousness. He eased into the chair, gently taking your limp hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. Finding you in that ravine had scared him more than anything else by far.

That villain he'd chased to the outskirts of the city had come across your car. In hindsight, he should've realized you'd take that road home. You always took that road home. But he'd been too absorbed in trying to get the villain to even consider the possibility that he'd run into you of all people. The shame of failing to protect you sat heavy in his gut.

"I promise I'll make it up to you." He kissed your fingers softly and leaned his hand against your hand.

"You already did," you murmured, eyes squinted open, still quite spacey.

He jumped, startled to see you awake already. Though it didn't last long as your eyes slid shut again, lulled back into sleep. He stared at you a while longer, hoping to see you wake up again, but you continued sleeping in a dreamless bliss.

A small smile lit up his face and finally, he laughed a breathy sigh of relief and shook his head. "You're amazing, you know that?"

BONUS

The hospital wasn't the most fun thing in the world, but then again, what hospital stay is fun? Perhaps Izuku had the answer with his complete punch card of visits in his wallet. You'd healed up enough to sit up in bed. Though the cast on your leg would take a while to mend, you still felt much better than the first few nights here.

Izuku had refused to leave your side until he was sure there were no complications from the accident or the surgery. It was endearing, but you'd finally convinced him to go home and at least shower and nap.

There was no end to the flux of visitors that came through, leaving cards and flowers for a speedy recovery. There certainly wasn't a dull moment in the day, but that only tuckered you out, especially with the meds they were giving you.

Evening had finally made an appearance, something for which you were grateful. Today had been exhausting. A nap sounded good right about now. As you lay back into the fluffy comfort of the pillows and closed your eyes, a quiet knock on the door startled you.

Freshly showered and beaming like the sun, Izuku stood in the doorway. He had his hands behind his back as he leaned against the frame.

"You're back!" You exclaimed, sitting up, and pushing away the drowsiness.

"Yep." He came into the room, hands still hiding behind his back.

"What's that?"

You tried to crane your neck around, eager to see what he had. He was definitely hiding something, judging from the sly smirk adorning his freckled face.

"Um, you know how I love you and everything?" He cocked his head and you nodded along, still trying to see what was behind him. "And I mean like really love you."

"Oh Izuku, just tell me, please!" you leaned over the edge of the bed, rolling your eyes. "I'm just dying to know!"

"Well, we can't have that." With a dramatic sigh, he pulled a paper bag out and dangled it in front of you.

"Amelio's?!" you nearly fell out of the bed with excitement and made grabby hands at the bag that he held just out of reach. "Oh, that is so much better than hospital food." Blinking up at him, you cocked your head. "But you hate Amelio's."

"Well I had to make good on my promise, didn't I?" He finally gave you the bag and you immediately dug into it, finding all your favorites.

"You always do." Pulling out a container, you patted the spot next to you and he eagerly climbed in and snuggled against your side. "And that's just one of the many things I love about Amelio's." When he pouted you nuzzled against his cheek. "Oh I'm joking, you know I love you."

#pro hero deku #izuku x reader #deku x reader #car crash #hurt/comfort #blood and injury #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #angst #izuku is a goofball in the end #but we love him

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whump-and-other-misfortunes · 4 months

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Car crashes my beloved

Oncoming headlights. Blood smeared on the asphalt. Punctured lungs and broken ribs. The smell of smoke and burning rubber. Shattered windows. Gravel and shards of glass embedded in skin. Spitting out blood and teeth. Puking on the side of the road from a concussion.

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #car crash #injury whump #blood #emeto #physical whump #writing #whump scenario

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spockvarietyhour · 6 months

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this is the most canadian thing i've read in a while.

#a moose caused a 4-car crash on the 416. minor injuries.

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antiendovents · 2 months

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wanna answer to this post: https://www.tumblr.com/antiendovents/743582164233453568/hello-there-we-will-not-be-tagging-off-or-even?source=share

(term osddid used to refer to did and/or osdd-1).

1. abt your concerns of being hateful. there's nothing hateful in being anti-endo. know some people may tell abt anti-endos being mean n always hateful. may compare us with transmeds n other bigots. some genuinely thinks like that, some do it on purpose to make people scared of seeking other opinion. also know our community is, uh, regular community. there are some bigots, some really hateful people, some people who harass n make harm. but these types of people are in every community. not only anti-endo, not only syscourse. in general neurodivergent community, in queer community, in every community will be some aggressive n mean n hateful people. in endo community too. but. you don't have to be like them. n most of us are not like them. being anti-endo doesn't obligate you to send hateful asks, harass people or even talk a lot abt how endos are bad. being anti-endo obligated you only believe in one (1) thing: system can't form without trauma.

2. you don't have to participate in syscource. you can be anti-endo n just... live your life. make content abt system things or consume this content, talk abt your experience n so on. a lot of anti-endo people don't participate in syscource and live their regular life. they post what they want, read/watch what they want n do nothing abt endos. if you don't wanna, you don't have to. changing side doesn't mean you have to promote your opinion.

3. abt your questions in endos' ideas. you are right. someone can't develop osddid without trauma, because there's no reason to not form single identity without dissociative barriers. other tries to explain osddid failed.

4. abt exotrauma. for people who don't know this term: exotrauma means trauma that individual haven't bodily survived in this life. may be used to refer to trauma in past lives (if individual believes in past lives) or source trauma for introjects (when source of introject survived trauma n introject have false memories abt that trauma). exotrauma can't work directly, but there's nuances. someone can't be traumatized directly by something they haven't bodily survive, because it's unique experience.

tw car crash mention, injuries

(general "you", not abt someone personally)

you won't claim you survived car crash if you have seen how someone else survived car crash? even if you have introject of them. they got injures, they may face legal consequences, they were inside n it's different from being outside.

but. you still can be traumatized. not by surviving car crash, but by surviving seeing car crash. it's called trauma of the witness.

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(general "you", not abt someone personally)

same with other trauma. you can't claim you've survived something that you haven't survived bodily in this life. because you are in this body with this brain. only this body n this brain can be physically affected by traumatic events. (yeah, trauma impacts brain physically).

but. you can be traumatized by seeing traumatic events. it's not the same as being traumatized by event itself, but it's trauma too (trauma of the witness). or you can project. it's especially abt fictrojects. some people introject character with same/similar trauma. n they can feel connection with said trauma. if they have survived it bodily, it's their trauma too. if they haven't survived it bodily, it's not exactly their trauma, but they can feel some connection n relate with source's experience. and it's valid (until they don't claim it's exactly their trauma because their source has it).

so. every talks abt exotrauma should recognize these facts n avoid claiming that someone can be considered trauma survivor without bodily surviving this trauma.

5. abt madd. it definitely can affect your system, because it affects your thinking, perception n brain as a whole. so why it should affect everything except system. is there a "don't touch!" tablet? /rhetorical. until you claim you can make or change alters by will, it's absolutely okay. your headspace is a form of communication between alters (visual n other perceptive). so it can be affected on how your imagination works.

6. and again, there's nothing wrong with getting to know other point of view. you don't become hateful because of it. it's good to listen both sides n then form your opinion. because you need to know all arguments to make balanced decision. it's rational way of forming opinion.

gonna post this as informational, nothing really to say here other than we all agree with this :3

#tw car crash #Tw car crash mention #Tw injuries #Tw injury #anti endo #actually did #did #did system #plural #endos dni #alters #system #endos fuck off #did osdd

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thatsgonnaleaveamark · 4 months

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Tell Me A Story 1x07 (p1)

#whumpedit #whump gifs #my gifs #whump #car crash #supported walk #injury #gabe perez #tell me a story #1x07 #watched this show ages ago and got reminded of it again #idk why i never giffed it theres some amazing stuff #its a dark fairytales retelling thing and i think its hänsel&gretel and little red riding hood and the three pigs #but its in modern new york and a bit edgy but i like it #i mean the original fairytales werent tame at all either lol #paul wesley is also in it and james wolk from zoo

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scratchandplaster · 6 months

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Whumper staging an accident for kidnapping purposes.

Crashing into Whumpee during a lonely car ride, tamper with their brakes, or using a hiking trip to let them injure and isolate themself. However they managed to do it, the more or less grave Whumpee's situation is now, they will be calling out for help, happy for someone to aid them.

Whumper is there to gladly hold out their hand, letting their Whumpee walk directly into the lion's den. And if they are severely hurt, (Care-)Whumper can start to help them immediately, the graver the injury the better the resulting bond.

The amount of stalking that went into it alone is worth mentioning: learning Whumpee's routine or manipulating the equipment without a trace.

All the work just to be a good Samaritan that's a bit too eager to help, and when they finally have Whumpee in their grasp, running won't be an option anymore...

#fave trope #whump #whumpblr #whump drabble #whump prompt #kidnapping #car crash #injury #carewhumper #obsessive whumper #stalking #misery vibes tbh #I only read that book bc of the whump potential

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Can you write car crash whumpee after a horrible fight with caretaker in ICU with a very worry and regret caretaker never leaves their hospital bed after that please 🥺🥺

Hello friend! Absolutely I can definitely write this. I hope this is what you were wanting. Please enjoy!

Warnings: car crash, injury, unconsciousness, hospital, unclear character status, hurt/aftermath, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker sat their silent vigil at Whumpee's bedside. They hadn't moved since the nurses told them they could sit with Whumpee. Talk to Whumpee. Be with Whumpee for as long as they could.

Because nobody knew when Whumpee would wake. If Whumpee would wake. What Whumpee would be like when they woke. If they woke.

Guilt was a bitter, acrid taste in Caretaker's mouth as they sat, gripped with fear. Fear that Whumpee would be different. Fear that Whumpee would still be mad at them. Fear that Whumpee would never wake. Fear that they would just wither away into nothingness.

"I'm so sorry," Caretaker whispered as they took Whumpee's hand in theirs once more. They squeezed Whumpee's hand tightly. "You have to come back to me. Please, you have to come back now."

The fight between the two of them had been the worst fight they'd had in the course of their relationship. Caretaker had gotten angry at Whumpee. Over nothing. Truly, Whumpee had done nothing wrong. Caretaker was just tired, hungry, and stressed and they took it out on Whumpee.

"YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING AROUND HERE! I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING! WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING LAZY?" Caretaker had roared.

Initially, Whumpee had been very patient, validating Caretaker's feelings. "I know you're stressed right now, Caretaker, what can I do?"

But Caretaker hadn't wanted to hear any of that. They couldn't receive any information. "JUST GET OUT OF HERE! I CAN'T SEE YOUR STUPID FACE RIGHT NOW!"

Only the fight hadn't stopped there. Caretaker became more and more incensed as they yelled and Whumpee had gotten quieter and quieter. Until they finally left, front door slamming behind them.

It had taken Caretaker over an hour to cool off. And by then they were filled with shame, guilt, and remorse. Whumpee hadn't deserved this. And they hadn't meant anything they said.

They picked up their phone and texted Whumpee. But Whumpee didn't reply. "Have to be driving," Caretaker muttered as they called Whumpee.

"Hey babe," Whumpee's voice was careful, but pleasant.

"I am so sorry I yelled at you. I am a literal steaming pile of garbage. That was so not ok." Caretaker put all of their feelings into their words.

"I know you didn't mean in. I got you some flowers, your favorite ice cream, and pizza from that place you like. I'll be home in ten minutes."

"I don't deserve you," Caretaker said softly as relief flooded them.

"I--" but Whumpee's words were cut off with an impossibly loud squealing followed by a crunching and crashing sound.

Caretaker's heart stopped. "Whumpee?"

No reply.

Caretaker could hear the hiss of air, the creaking of metal, but they couldn't hear Whumpee. "Whumpee? Talk to me! Please!" Caretaker could hear the sound of sirens. Could hear the sound of twisting and breaking metal. And yet that didn't compare to Whumpee's silence. The complete lack of sound from them.

By the time the first responders had extracted Whumpee from the car, Caretaker had heard enough to know that Whumpee was in serious danger. And had been gravely injured. But they had to wait until the hospital called. Had to wait in painful, agonizing silence until they got the call. Had to wait to see Whumpee.

Whumpee looked terrible. Their body swathed in bandages, tubes leading in and out of their body, and most of all, their stillness. Had there been no heart monitor, or breathing tube, Caretaker would have thought Whumpee was dead.

"Please," Caretaker sobbed as they squeezed Whumpee's hand, "please you have to come back. I need you."

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw car crash #tw injury #tw unconsciousness #tw hospital #tw unclear character status #requests #queue #hurt/aftermath #caretaker and whumpee

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sam-loves-seb · 7 months

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we got time (but we're only human)

“What happened?” he asks carefully. Mickey works his jaw, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, but no sound comes out. “Hey. It’s okay,” Lip tells him gently. He puts a hand on Mickey’s shoulder, his grip firm. “Just tell me what happened.” Mickey shakes his head and looks away. “It came out of nowhere.”

// post-canon: ian and mickey are in an accident

whumptober 2023 -- day 8

prompt: overcrowded ER

[ ao3 | ko-fi | etc ]

#whumptober2023 #no.8 #overcrowded ER #shameless #fic #tw: blood #tw: graphic depiction of injury #tw: car crash #ian x mickey #gallavich #my gallavich fic #my shameless fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 link #ao3 writer #whumptober 2023 #sams whumptober 2023

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whumpookies · 6 months

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Çarpışma bölüm 1

Kadir is injured in head on collision

Part one. Part two here, part three

#çarpışma #turkish drama #whump #male whump #whump community #car crash #injuries #hurt #angst

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 9

No. 9 THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

Sleeping in Shifts | Tossing and Turning | Caught in a Storm

Warning: car crash, leg injury, ptsd hinted at, storms

Word count: 887

The case was over and you were driving back, there was heavy rain and strong wind that was supposed to last a few days minimum. And with the hotel you were staying at (and every other hotel) fully booked, it meant that you’d have to drive back. It wasn’t too long a drive, only seven hours. You were each taking it in turns to drive, with Aaron currently driving, you behind the passenger seat. You were lucky enough that you have been supplied with an eight seater - you could all fit in with your go-bags with plenty of room. It was your turn to drive next. You weren’t exactly looking forward to it, your anxiety had been playing up all day and you couldn’t quite pin down the reason.

Sensing eyes on you, you look up, catching your boss’ eyes flicking to you in concern every thirty seconds. “You should get some sleep,” He said, you gave a small shrug.

“I’m not tired.”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting off.”

“I don’t know,” You replied, “I just feel like something is wrong, that’s all,”

Aaron gave a nod, “I’m sure it’s nothing,”

“I hope so,” You laugh, “But, yeah, no rest for the wicked it would seem,” Aaron huffed a laugh. The case was in South Carolina, an unsub tryinging to ‘clean; the streets of the homeless. The man was rather easy to find and apprehend and soon enough, you were on your way back. You were only three hours into the drive, all of you running on nearly twenty four hours of no sleep. Derek had gone first, driving for an hour, then Spencer (wanting to get it over with), and now Hotch, then you, and then Emily and the chain would continue until you were home.

“You could just be tired,” Hotch suggested.

“Yeah, probably,”

Hotch gave a small smile as you yawned, “Get some sleep, I’ll wake you up when it’s your turn,” You nodded, bunching Morgan’s hoodie (that you may or may not have stolen from his go bag) into a ball, placing it on the window and resting your head against it. You were fairly sure you weren’t going to get any sleep, but soon enough, the pitter-patter of the rain against the car drew you into a peaceful sleep.

Aaron softly calling your name drew you out of your sleep, he gave you a small smile, “Your turn,”

You nodded, “You want a makeshift pillow?” When Hotch shook his head, you threw the hoodie on over your head. You jogged around the car, slipping into the driver’s seat. Waiting until Aaron was buckled in, you started the car.

Twenty minutes in, you felt tired. And sick. Your eyes felt heavy. Seeing a sign for a rest area with a fuel station a mile or two ahead you breath a sigh of relief. You were going to stop and get a coffee. A coffee sounded great right about now. Blinking felt harder, upon this realisation you opened the window, welcoming the cold bite of the air. It did wonders for waking you up.

The pit stop cam fast, which you were happy about, and you quickly grabbed a coffee, waking Hotch before you did. You made it back in record time with a large cup of coffee in hand, you slipped it into the built in cup holder. After buckling yourself in, you start the engine, resuming your journing (continuing the timer).

There were hardly any cars on the road, which you were happy about. Although, your anxiety started to worsen. You sighed, perhaps the caffeine was causing your anxiety to heighten. You turn the radio on, the volume set at two. You hummed away to the song.

The screech came out of nowhere and the headlights blinded you. The impact crushed your side of the car and you cried out in both in shock and pain from the collision. The airbag released, slamming against your chest and face.

It takes a moment before your brain registers the pain and then it hits you full force, your chest and face hurt, you feel a considerate ab=mount of pressure on your legs that causes you to wince. You head hurts and you think there might be something dripping down your face. You lift your head up, realising the team are also in the car with you. But there’s no one there. Everyone’s gone.

“H’tch?”

A hand is placed on your shoulder and your head snaps to them. Hotch. He’s speaking but you can’t hear him over hte blood rushing through your ears. “Where’s everyone else?” You watch his lips carefully, ‘everyone’s okay, paramedics are on the way’ you nod, hoping you read his lips right.

When the paramedics get there, they quickly assess the situation. The car crunched under the impact of the other car, trapping your legs. No fractures or breaks, or permanent damage, nothing that wouldn’t heal with time. You have a concussion and severe bruising from the airbag, but it could be worse.

A month later, you’re fully healed and your doctors are okay with you being on active duty. You were fine. Except for the nightmare, the fear of cars, the fear of driving, and the irrational connection between coffee and danger.

But that’s a story for another time.

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