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absolute-flaming-trash · 2 years

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“Well aren’t you adorable?” and Mahito?

Hi I didn't forget about these I swear!!

Warnings: Car crash (no injuries), Implied kidnapping. Not edited.

Word count: 1054 whoops

“There’s a starman waiting in the sky. He’d like to come and meet us, but he thinks he’d blow our minds.”

The rather unceremonious sound of your duet with Bowie rang out into the empty compartment of your car, spilling onto the highway through your driver's side window. Dim yellow splashed across your hood in waves as you passed each streetlamp, fingers tapping in rhythm with the 60’s classic.

Driving was one of your favourite things to do. Admittedly less so in the evenings, especially when you were losing light - an activity in which you would try to avoid at all costs - however a busted stove and a lack of delivery to your location meant dinner was going to be a pick-up endeavor.

But even with the fading light, your anxiety was temporarily dampened by the song lyrics coming from your speakers.

You knew the way from where you were already, but you still glanced over at your phone mounted on the dash to see your position on the GPS out of curiosity. The little blue dot indicating your position told you that you were only about a quarter of the way there, and your brows furrowed in confusion.

That didn’t seem right.

You glanced back up to the highway, checking the sides of the road for any discernible landmarks, but weren’t able to see any with how much the light had faded.

The app for the map was quickly refreshed only to bring up the same result, and your frown deepened as you switched your attention briefly back to the highway just in time to see your car rapidly approaching a figure in the road with terrifying speed.

All air was sucked from your body and you cranked the steering wheel hard to the right, the vehicle lurching in protest with the sudden change in direction, but it was too late.

The sound of shattering glass was quickly followed by the crumple of metal as the figure rolled over the hood of your car about halfway before sliding limply off the left side. You fishtailed horribly, tires screaming at the rapid deceleration before you spun out and came to an undignified halt partially off the side of the road.

It took a few seconds for you to reach down slowly and shut your stereo off, eyes widened in shock as you began to process the event in crushing silence.

Did… did that really just happen? To you?

You’d never had something like that happen. Ever. This was something that only happened in online videos and movies, you didn’t just…

You gradually brought your eyes to your rearview mirror, and your gut sank in horror at the human shaped lump in the middle of the road. You tore your gaze away quickly.

No. No, no, no, no, this was all wrong, this wasn’t real, this was all just a big mistake. God, it had to be.

When you looked again the lump was still there, and reality gradually began to sink in.

However the sensation of simultaneous relief and horror that followed when the lump moved was indescribable.

Your body seemed to move on autopilot as you scrambled out of your car and towards the person you had hit, “Oh my god, please don’t be dead, are you okay? I’m so sorry, oh my god.”

At a distance, you could see that they were trembling. Tears filled your eyes, both in guilt as well as in sympathy towards the unimaginable agony they must have been in, but when you got close enough to make out details, it didn’t seem like the type of movements that would have resulted from pain.

It… looked like they were laughing?

Curiosity killed the cat when you gently pulled on their shoulder to roll them onto their back, and your suspicions were confirmed.

The sound of genuine laughter was incredibly jarring to the point it didn’t exactly register for a minute as you watched him on the ground. His clothes and hair were a little out of place, unsurprisingly, but the rest of him was fine. Not even so much as a bit of road rash.

“Well,” The sound of his voice made you jump slightly and you looked back up at his face in time to see him open his eyes. “That was unexpected.”

All shock was quickly replaced with anger.

“Are you out of your MIND?! I could have killed you!”

Your outburst only garnered another fit of laughter.

“Well aren’t you adorable?” He grinned, sitting up. “It’ll take more than that just to scratch me, let alone kill me.”

You scoffed, hastily wiping at the tears in your eyes. “Whatever, Mr. God-complex, what the fuck were you doing in the middle of the road?!”

He shrugged, “Crossing it.”

The look you gave him was withering, but a late wave of guilt ran through your system since technically this was still your fault. You had been distracted.

“Are you okay?” You asked, trying to sound more calm. “I can call an ambulance if you want.”

He stood up with a small hop, and you took a small step backwards as he twisted his torso back and forth in what looked like minimal effort to crack his back. There was a low *crack* and he sighed in content.

“I told you, it’ll take more than that to do any real damage.”

Doubt weighed heavily in your gut, and you looked back towards your car - teeth worrying your bottom lip. One of your headlights was completely shattered, and the front hood and grill were pretty badly damaged, but your windshield was thankfully still intact.

It would probably still run.

The words left you before you could think any better of it. “Can I at least take you to a doctor… or something?”

He stopped mid-stretch to eye you curiously, heterochromic eyes scanning over you and frankly making you incredibly uncomfortable. While on one hand it would be the least you could do considering what you had done, the longer you stayed in his presence the more something felt… wrong.

But it was too late to back out.

He stared at you for another moment before his face twisted into a smile that, while genuine, was enough to make the hairs on your arms stand on end.

“If you insist.”

#riri writes #600 followers event #lovely nonny #Mahito #Mahito x Reader #JJK #Jujutsu Kaisen #tw yandere #tw car crash #tw implied kidnapping

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ecoxlar-arts · 9 months

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Artfight Attacks Part 1!

E spurr for an Espurr- @angeloshadows

V exing Creature- @asimplechaos

E verything is Okay- @ethereal-hollow

R ather Curious- @/angeloshadows

Y ounger Brother- Husemana on AF

T elephone Call- @islatucan

H orse of Water- @lunanight0

I Like Blue, Okay?- @rondo-grazioso

N ice to Meet You- @sugarysketches

G loomy Day- CalibyKitty on AF

#finally finished the naming scheme i started last year #i am free #my art #not my oc #tw: eyestrain #tw: implied death #tw: car crash #artfight 2023 #team werewolf #team vampire

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creaturecosmo · 1 year

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[tags:] inspired by "The 30th" by Billie Eilish , implied suicide attempt , car crashes , ambulances , hospitals , implied abusive relationship , implied abusive parents , reckless driving , HEAVY ANGST

Steve wrecks his car hard.

He got into another bad spat with Nancy, another fight with his parents. His cheek was red and aching when he decided to go on a drive. All he could think about was being so hurt and so angry and so scared. All he could do was drive, fast and reckless with no destination in mind.

Voices cloud his mind more and more the longer he drives. He’s pushing 60, 70, 80, 90. His dash clock tells him it’s six in the morning. He has plans with Robin at seven before their shift. He can’t think. Everything is so loud. 100, 105. Maybe he can outrun the thoughts and memories and voices.

He blinks, and everything goes dark.

When Steve wakes up, he’s dizzy. There’s smoke somewhere, white and thick. The world tilts and he needs to tell Robin he won’t make it to their coffee date, that he needs some sleep. The walkie screeches and someone’s voice is garbled and distorted on the other end. He’s so tired. Maybe just a little nap. Then he can head to work.

Everything is finally quiet.

When Steve wakes up, he hears sirens. He looks up and sees a man in white standing beside him. The world spins every time he blinks. He looks to his other side and sees Robin next to a heart monitor.

Something flashes in his head, tires screeching and metal tearing. He tries to move and feels a pain erupt up his side into the center of his skull. It doesn’t matter. Robin is hurt, he has to help. He has to.

Robin tries to gently put him back down, saying something filtered through murky water and hazy vision. She’s crying. Voices creep at the edge of his mind and he feels that burn in his legs, the need to run and run and run until he collapses or gets away.

“160 and rising! I need a tranq back here!”

Steve blinks, and everything is dark.

When Steve wakes up, he’s looking at white walls. Constant beeping needles lightly at his ear beside him. Everything hurts. When he can swallow down his intestines and make the world hold still, he tries to take in more of his surroundings. He recognizes the hospital room, similar to the one Dustin was stuck in when he whacked his head after slipping on ice and his mom freaked out because of that bone disease he’s got.

Then, his eyes land on Robin, and he finds her staring right back. She looks small curled up next to him in the bed. Her hair is a mess. She’s still wearing the shirt she stole from him months ago that she uses as pajamas. Her eyes are red.

The fact she’s not in a hospital gown is the first thing that scratches his brain. Then, he tries to move his arm and finds two IVs threaded into him. When he looks back to her to ask what’s wrong, he can see the heartbreak in her trembling lip before she takes a deep breath.

“Stevie, you… you were in an accident.”

Like the frigid little hand from last night, he’s hit with everything that happened. The voices, the impulses, the way his hands yanked the wheel. All he wanted was for everything to be quiet, just for a little bit. He never meant for this to happen.

He can’t help it.

Steve falls apart.

First quietly, tears gathering and rolling down his cheek as he whispers, “I didn’t wanna die.”

Then all at once, curling into Robin and sobbing, “Rob, I’m so scared.”

Of death, of Nancy, of his parents, of the kids.

Of himself.

Robin hugs him tight and murmurs in his ear, “I know. You’re gonna be okay. I love you so much, Steve. We’re gonna be alright, we’re gonna get you better.”

Steve can only pray she’s right this time.

#i might do one that is all robin's pov too #tw: implied suicide attempt #tw: implied abuse #tw: car crash #tw: car accident #tw: hospital #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things

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cats-and-confusion · 1 year

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I love this character so much I'm gonna turn him into roadkill

I fuckin love it here

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dehliman · 2 years

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IMAWANOKIWA - Last Moments

Uncensored version of this

#broken bones #tw broken bones #tw bruises #tw car wreck #tw car crash #tw car accident #all implied #My art

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sweetandsourstalker · 2 years

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[Depictions of blood and severe injuries below. Please mind the tags.]

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#art #player!yen))#11 / 10))#yen & peter #tw car accident #tw car crash #tw blood #tw concussion #tw injury #tw implied death #tw broken bones #tw brain injury #ahhh look at all the trigger warnings /to the tune of eleanor rigby))#I don't think Yen's going to be stepping outside the wall for a while after this one))#call it a hunch))#yb peter #flashing image warning #gif warning

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wikluk · 2 years

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After all your WIPS are done, is there any AUs/stories/fandoms/original content your excited to write about? What wipes you excited/proud of? Have a good day :)

At this point I'm wondering if I'll be done with my WIPs before Encanto is one year old lol I promised myself to not write multi-chapter fics and look at me, creating collabs, collections, writing my own multi-chapter and thinking about expanding some of my one-shots... Never say never with me XD

I don't like writing original content. Thinking about the plot and flashing out the characters is a big issue for me and I don't like it. I have trouble with portioning info, sometimes I feel like I just spit out info that doesn't mean anything, is useless or random XD so no, no original content (until I fulfil my little dream about writing a book for kids).

Fandoms - well, I'm going to stay in the Encanto fandom for some time more... I kinda want to give my Star Wars fics a second try, I feel bad about not finishing them. So maybe I'll eventually get back to Star Wars. Other fandoms? Don't think so until I get a sudden random surge of inspiration or a new hyper-fixation.

Stories – oh, I have about 10 one-shots I wish to write. So between writing my multi-chapters, I'll write standalone stories. I really wanna write the widow!Julieta one... And my two stories with Julieta&Mirabel content... And a Father's Day/birthday one-shot for Agustin... And one... let's name it a "miscommunication and jealousy" fic for post-canon Julieta and Agustin lol (that's a good one but I'm stuck with it, which frustrates me very much rip).

AUs – well, me and @adabofblessings wish to finish TFATR (we're getting closer to the epilogue, my dear readers), we're also excited for our Car Crash AU and if time and inspiration and our Encanto brainrot let us, we'll create another Modern AU we've talked about since like February.

When it comes to my solo projects - I wanna finish something unexpected but I have no ideas for it for now... You can drop some if you have maybe requests, I need some inspiration!

Also, I told you about it, I have that one Bruno took Mirabel fic that I wish to expand, but it includes some serious topics like... Depression and sui-cidal thoughts (and more than thoughts) so... You know, a pretty serious thing. There'll be some blood, angst and family drama as well.

Aaaand, I started writing my not-exactly dead Julieta AU (they long to stay together AU) and I'm excited for this one because I have it planned out and the only thing that is left now is to write it :3 (I'M ALMOST DONE WITH THE PROLOGUE) So wish me good luck! THIRTY-THREE (33) CHAPTERS!

Have a good day as well! ♥

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #something unexpected #they long to stay together au #car crash au #to fall apart to reunite #widow julieta #tw sui implied

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trinrose3 · 2 years

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Don’t Drive Don’t get behind the wheel Don’t get in the car Don’t Drive Don’t get behind the wheel Don’t get in the car Don’t Drive-

#implied character death #implied car crash #oc: owen #Blood tw

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mosspapi · 1 month

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My mother: sends me like 17 texts and an email, all of which could've been condensed into one text

Me: ok will do

My mother: thank you, no rush! Also here's a picture of our crashed car :)

#like????????????? what the fuck am I supposed to do with this information #I barely have the energy to open one normal text how the fuck am I supposed to deal with whatever bullshit my mother is on now #armchair speaks #car crash cw #car crash #tw implied abuse

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maestro-of-clockwork · 3 months

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YESS WE ARE INTRIGUED we need a YouTube style story time from you about you commiting vehicular manslaughter cmon!! I love your stories

I stand corrected, at least in your case. Allow me to regale you with the story, then. :)

Last Wednesday morning, I was someplace in Europe, taking in the scenery. I was standing on a bridge that spanned the width of the motorway below. Admiring was what I was originally there to do, really...until my eyes drifted away from it all, and to the cars whizzing by underneath me.

I got to thinking.

Things were too calm, weren't they?

The breakfast I had at a lovely cafe prior to this...the nice chat I had with tourists on the way to the bridge...the gorgeous scenery around me...all of it was entirely without incident.

My unoccupied mind allowed that to echo through it, but not to where it was uncontrollable. I could have easily turned around and ignored it all, but the fact of the matter is that I didn't. Browsing my options, my eyes wandered about until I caught sight of a tanker truck filled with petrol.

What made the situation worse was that truck was also speeding, going fifteen kilometres over the speed limit. The other vehicles behind it were maintaining similar speeds, as well...

Now, I'm sure you're aware of my ability to pause my effect on certain objects, yes? Of course, you are.

Freezing that tanker truck for one second was all it took for the chain reaction to take effect. The cars directly behind it collided into it, and brutally. Due to how sudden the stop was, how fast they were driving, and how heavy the tanker truck was, they crashed in a way that easily resembled crumpling paper.

The truck's driver tried to come to their senses - you could tell it from how erratically they drove - but in their confusion and utter panic, they made the worst choice they could have possibly made and swerved right into another lane as fast as they could...causing the truck itself to tip over on its side. While everyone was trying their damndest to avoid the now-tipped over truck, the petrol spilled out across the motorway because of oncoming cars crashing right into the tank itself.

One after another, after another, after another, they all hideously bashed into each other in their fight to survive...

It felt like hours had passed until it stopped. I knew that it wasn't hours, though, but minutes.

Six minutes.

All of that destruction in six minutes.

I didn't even lift a finger for the rest. All I had to do was take advantage of just one of the many fools who were speeding that morning.

I had to have stood there for minutes on end, simply breathing all of it in. I don't often enjoy the scent of petrol and burnt rubber, but I did that day. It wasn't until the paramedics and policemen arrived that I finally left, and let me tell you that I walked away from the scene with a pep in my step!

I hope you enjoy reading this, Anon. Do let me know if you'd ever like another story...

#ask and you shall receive. {{ a s k }}#tw car crash mention #[[ jesus okay i didn't intend to make it this detailed but alright ]]#tw implied death #sit and i shall tell you a story. {{ memories }}

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thevoidisscreamingbackatyou · 3 months

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Tow the Car Back

a poem

tws: sewerslide, driving, car crash,

The road keeps stretching out

forward, as though the

end is impossi

ble to find.

Don't you k

now where we are?

You almost drove the

car off the road.

I held out my

hand across your chest so you wouldn't

fall into the

wheel, but you didn't care if you did.

We stayed on the side of that

road for a week or

two, and time passed so slow

ly I couldn't tell it was passing.

I tried to get you to drive

back onto the road, but you

refused to move or

try and get out of this ditch.

If only I was able to

drive, I would've done it myself,

but you were the only

one who could.

So I towed the car

back onto the

road, and called a tow truck to push

it all the way back.

You had to get your license renewed,

but I'm just glad

that you're able to drive

on this road again.

#tw suicide #tw sui ideation #tw sui implied #tw sui attempt #tw sewerslide #tw self destructive behavior #tw self destruction #tw car accident #tw car crash #poetry #words of a compass #void does stupid stuff #voideas

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hannieehaee · 4 months

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hi! i hope u are doingg greattt! can u please do a wonwoo fic about when u get into an accident while ur husband!wonwoo was on a tour????????plzzzz do this fic and a happy endingg plzzzz

content: husband!wonwoo, idol!wonwoo, established relationship, gender neutral reader, angst, mentions of an accident, mentions of hospital, (tw for car accident implications), fluff, happy ending, etc.

wc: 1188

a/n: thank u for requesting!! sorry i took a lil while to get to it T-T

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wonwoo had never felt such fear in his life. i mean, how else was he supposed to react to such an unpredictable situation?

last he had spoken to you had been only three hours ago. on the phone. he had bid you goodbye for the night, letting you know he was about to go on stage and that he'd call you the next morning due to your time differences. he knew you'd be going home from work and head straight to sleep, so he didnt want you to feel like you had to wait up for him as he finished his never-ending setlist.

the next thing he knew, he was walking into the backstage area once more, exhausted but ready to head back to the hotel. except his plans had been interrupted by his manager, who pulled him aside to give him the grim news.

you had gotten on an accident on your way home. there were no more details at the moment. something about your best friend calling wonwoo from the hospital, but his manager had picked up, not understanding much from your friend's frantic rambles. wonwoo's heart immediately dropped at the implication. an accident could mean anything. it had happened on your way home, so that couldve implied a car accident .. wonwoo couldnt breathe anymore. the more he thought, the more his heart raced. his breath became heavy at the bare thought of you scared and alone while at home, not having your husband by your side.

he had been having fun on stage with his best friends while you had gotten hurt. there was no way for him to forgive himself for not being with you right now. he called your phone over and over as he ran to his assigned car, not even caring to change out of his concert ensemble. in the meantime he had his manager book him a flight to you immediately, not giving a second thought to any repercussions to his absence.

it took him a while to receive a response from you, or well, your best friend. she had called from your phone, letting him in on more details of your accident. wonwoo couldnt help but let out a sigh of relief at the news. you were okay. you were alive. you had swerved too harshly in order to avoid a deer that had gotten in your way, which caused the car to crash against a tree. the hood of the car was destroyed beyond reparation, but you had been left injured, but almost unscathed past a few broken bones. it was a broken arm, a broken collarbone, and a few scratches (re: a ton), but it was manageable. he would still dote to you until you healed, but he was just extremely content that you were okay.

regardless of your state, wonwoo still insisted on flying out to you. according to your best friend, you were still passed out. fortunately for wonwoo, his flight would take him to you within five hours, meaning you'd likely be awake by the time he got to you. his heart couldnt help but continue to race for you. the scare was still fresh in his mind, and the thought that he wouldve been away from you had it been something worse made him want to repent.

somehow he managed to fall asleep during the flight, only to be awoken by his manager the moment the plane landed. thankfully, it had been an unplanned flight, which meant wonwoo had the luxury of no one awaiting him at the airport. he had covered himself up – a bucket hat and a face mask sufficed to get him to where he needed to be with no recognition. he made the trip as quick as possible, feeling an instinctual need to be by your side.

after some very inconvenient paperwork, he made it to your room, standing outside as he pondered as to why he was scared to go in. you were fine. and probably even awake by now. but he couldnt help but think: it had taken him a total of seven hours to get to you. if anything ever happened to you, his idol schedule would always get in the way. your husband was not truly a husband. he was always away, always prioritizing his work and his fans, unable to tend to you in such moments. he always knew you'd be better off with someone who partook a more conventional career, but moments like this truly proved his theory.

even now, he felt like a terrible partner. he was pitying himself instead of checking on you. the realization made him shake his head at his own thoughts, forcing them away as he walked in. any thinking prior to that moment had been useless, as his heart became swollen with adoration the moment he saw you look up at the door, smiling as soon as your eyes landed on him. you didnt pay mind to your injuries, sitting up and extending your healthy arm towards him to draw him in.

he couldnt help but fall into your arms, doing his best to avoid any broken bones as he held you against him. he was aware that some of his body weight was above you, but you wouldnt let him pull away to readjust. you wanted him in your arms as much as he did you.

damn any insecurities wonwoo had. he'd be selfish and keep you to himself. if he had to exhaust himself through hours of travel to get to you, he would. or even better, he'd take you with him from now on. be damned anything that tried to get in the way of him and his love.

"my love ..."

"dont worry, nonu. im fine! it was just a freak accident. you didnt have to come, but ... fuck, im so happy you're here," you rambled as soon as you pulled away, still keeping him sitting on the bed as you leaned as close to him as possible.

"ill always come, you know that," he paused, "you scared the fuck out of me, i ... that call. ive never been more terrified. im sorry i wasnt here, im sorry i-"

"wonwoo, no! i understand. i cant believe you flew all the way to see me even if its just a few broken bones. im sorry i scared you."

his hand made its way to your cheek, caressing it gently as he smiled sweetly at you, "dont apologize. ill take a million scares if it means you're okay. i ... is it okay if i stay? i want to take care of you. actually, no, i dont care if its too much, i- i need to be by your side. can i?"

"yes. you dont have to ask, i always want you here."

"good. ill take you home with me as soon as you're discharged. never letting you out of my sight again."

"what about tour, you-"

"shh. ill take care of it. you're my priority. ill take care of you, okay? i love you."

"i love you more, nonu."

he let yet another sigh of relief at those five words, knowing that as soon as he heard those words, he'd be okay. you'd both be okay.

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aftgficrec · 3 months

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hi besties! can i be a bit weird and ask for sick fics here? old/new/favorites, any will do! just some big ol’ hurt/ comfort, especially if combined with some emotional hurt/comfort 🥰

There’s nothing weird about this at all! Apart from the fics below, there’s also our sickfic tag as well as our hurt/comfort tag for more (see our tag page under the heading ‘themes - injuries/illnesses/conditions’). - S

Previous recs:

cool andreil sick fics here

sick fics here

foxes with headaches/sick fics here

10k+ sick fics here

Andreil in hospital here

Neil with major injury here

Neil gets injured (post canon) here

Neil & car accidents here

accident-prone Neil here

Andreil with amnesia here

medical Andreil/Aaron & Neil here

Neil getting roofied here

Also see…

‘we're one (there's nothing to be done)’ here

‘Just like that day’ here

‘head case (what to do with you)’ here

‘Such Stuff as Dreams are Made’ here

‘Neil Josten Is a Lucky Man’ here

‘Broken’ here

‘If Only I Were Enough’ (completed) here

‘I'll Come Back To You’ here

‘glass in the trees (objects in the rearview)’ here

‘Running Ragged’ here

‘To Love and Be Loved’ here

‘all that looking down’ here

‘next best thing’, keep telling me that it gets better (does it ever?)’ and ‘no matter when and where, we’ll be alright’ here

‘Can Nobody Hear Me (I cannot breathe)’, ‘I remeber tears streaming down your face (for me to wipe them away)’, ‘you crawled inside my head’, ‘living leaves so many holes in us’, ‘Ciggarette Smoke Cure’, ‘Breathless’, ‘i've done my time’ and ‘cats and close calls’ here

‘The Highs and Lows of Pre-med Majors' here (Aaron)

‘Hold My Hand?’ here

‘Echo’ here

I’m More Than This Body of Mine by yall_send_help [Rated M, 88811 words, incomplete, last updated Jan 2024]

The doctor took a pause, which Nathaniel was able to use to ask, “what about my leg?” The two pigs had the audacity to look surprised. The doctor looked over at them with a hint of confusion. “You didn’t tell him?” Towns shook his head as Browning said, “you told us not to.” Dr. Byrd nodded her head in approval and turned back to the bed. “Nathaniel…” she trailed off, reevaluating her words. “Would you mind if I sit?” and only after his own nod did she. “The damage done to your leg… it was unlike what most of the staff at this hospital had ever seen. The surgeons tried to save it, but…” She looked down at where his legs were and Nathaniel did too, only to feel himself pale at what he found. “The surgery took about three hours,” Dr. Byrd continued. “The only reason why it took so long was because the surgeons really did try to save your leg. They did. Amputations usually take only half that time. Eventually, Dr. McCoy called it. Because of the damage done to your leg, we couldn’t wake you up to ask. It had to go. I’m sorry.” or - the one where neil goes to baltimore and comes back missing a leg

tw: torture, tw: amputation, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: blood, tw: animal cruelty, tw: implied/referenced drug overdose

fireproof by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 2097 words, complete, 2024]

Andrew gets his flu shot.

Things Always Gets Worse Before They Gets Better series by Renee_Walker_09 [Rated G, 40141 words, incomplete, 3 complete works, 2024]

Part 1: Beginnings & Endings (G, 1083 words)

It's 1:30 in the morning. The Foxes are celebrating their championship win against the Ravens the only way they know how to: booze, partying, and a little bit more booze. Nothing could possibly ruin this?

tw: car accident, tw: major character injury

Part 2: You Mean Everything To Me (G, 12767 words)

There are two crashed cars. There’s blood on the floor. Lights are flashing all around. Andrew is standing in the middle of the crash site with a blanket draped across his shoulders as he stares straight at Neil, lying on the floor.

tw: car accident, tw: major character injury, tw: (temporary) major character death, tw: suicide attempt, tw: drug overdose, tw: blood, tw: self harm

Part 3: Hours, Days, Weeks (G, 26299 words)

Andrew is lying in a coma following the accident. His condition is critical. And Neil and Aaron have to find a way to cope. Neil and Aaron’s POVs of the crash and the past 6 weeks

tw: car accident, tw: blood, tw: major character injury, tw: (temporary) major character death, tw: self harm, tw: panic attacks, tw: seizures

NB: find art for the fics by the author here as well as embedded in the fics

Even goalkeepers can’t block sickness by BlowingYourMind [Rated G, 12768 words, complete, 2024]

“Rabbit,” Andrew peered up at him with half lidded eyes, “Yes or no?” “Yes ‘Drew,” Neil clasped his hands at Andrew’s elbows, “it’s always a yes, you know that.” “No ‘s not,” Andrew weakly argued as he took hold of Neil’s chest pad, using it to leverage himself upwards. It was awkward work of walking half-delirious Andrew back to the locker room, shielding him from the crowd while keeping him on his feet, but they managed. Or Andrew becomes very sick at an away game, and Neil and the foxes take care of him.

tw: vomit

the upswing by missgivings [Not Rated, 45569 words, incomplete, last updated Jan 2024]

The next universe over, life has gone a bit easier on Andrew. He’s gainfully employed as a nurse of all things, working beside his best friend Renee, and living in relative harmony with his brother, the recently graduated Dr. Aaron Minyard. Everything’s fine. It’s fine that he hasn’t spoken to Kevin in person for three years. It’s fine if Aaron’s leaving him to marry his stupid doctor girlfriend. It’s fine until the boy with the box-dyed hair stumbles into the ER and passes out at his feet, bringing a world of secrets and trouble with him. And Neil? Neil’s looking for any port in a storm.

tw: major character injury, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced self harm

please (don't bite) by Major_816 [Rated M, 5478 words, complete, 2024]

Genioglossus. It’s a fan-shaped muscle and forms the bulk of the inferior part of the tongue. It stretches to the hyoid bone too. ~ Neil wakes up to a bad day and it just gets worse.

tw: blood, tw: self harm, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: nightmares, tw: flashbacks, tw: vomit

Will you love me for who I am, not for who I was? by something_boring [Rated T, 1580 words, complete, 2024]

Neil is sick on New Year's eve, wakes up to the fireworks, and continues to have a panic attack about his time on the run.

tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Your Needs, My Needs by TogeMythia [Rated T, 1073 words, complete, 2023]

‘Neil.’ He whined, his face still buried under the blankets. ‘Hrmph?’ Neil responded with a confused noise from somewhere across the bed. ‘Do you feel as shit as you sound?’ - Or Neil and Andrew wake up sick on Christmas day.

tw: vomit

To be safe by HushedStars [Rated G, 2116 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is feeling unwell. He seeks comfort from Matt. It was late at night. Neil stood in the kitchen, deep in thought but still with one ear alert for any movement of his roommates. He shifted from foot to foot, hands digging into his sore neck

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks

Safe with him by 1mNot4Hum4n [Not Rated, 2434 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is sick but doesn't want to admit it. He can't be sick. He can't be weak. Luckily Andrew is there to make sure his junkie is okay, and remind him that he has people around him who are willing to do anything to protect him.

'tis the season by moonix [Rated T, 5579 words, complete, 2023]

Five holidays Andrew had to let Kevin take care of him and one time he got to return the favour.

i called your name ‘til the fever broke by cyanica [Rated T, 5632 words, incomplete, last updated Nov 2023]

Neil’s breath is hot and awful against Andrew’s thigh. “I can’t be sick on your birthday,” he says, like it’s that simple. “I can’t be sick on you on your birthday.” “How considerate,” Andrew’s voice is a bland murmur, and he is left watching Neil’s bloodless, wet lips, as he curls into Andrew’s lap. Neil gently pulls away after a moment, leaning back into Andrew’s hand on his neck. “Is me being sick still making you anxious?” he asks. Fever-stricken with dizzied-eyes and delirious thoughts, he knows Andrew without more than a moment beside him, a look into his eyes that makes Andrew feel undone, found. Or Neil is sick and Andrew isn’t coping well.

tw: vomit, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation, tw: anxiety

You Know I'm Good On My Own by sambutwithbooks [Rated G, 4568 words, complete, Aftg Then And Now 2023]

Andrew breaks his arm two games into the season and it feels a little bit like Neil’s world snaps with it. (A snapshot of Neil and Andrew between Andrew coming home from the hospital and going back home to Palmetto State.)

tw: major character injury

that's my line by sillyunicorn6154 [Rated G, 1291 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew is definitely not sick. But he is a little stubborn.

You're not fine, but you will be by karmenvi [Not Rated, 616 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is sick, so Andrew takes care of him. So it was supposed to be a sickfic, but it turned into 'Andrew stares at Neil and thinks his boyfriend is the prettiest boy in the world.' Anyway, enjoy some fluff.

I'll be okay if he's here by obsessivereader156 [Not Rated, 1673 words, complete, 2023]

“Thank you, Drew,” Neil says for the twentieth time, feeling so lucky to have someone take care of him. “Say it again and I will kill you.” “You’re just so nice to me,” Neil says a bit deliriously, “I’ve never had someone take care of me when I’m sick.”

If it means losing you, then no by LostMess_24 [Rated T, 6712 words, complete, 2023]

There was something against his hand, a pressure he knew too well, a hand that fit so perfectly against his, making Andrew’s presence known, making Neil’s entire body relax, slowing his breathing a bit. But before Neil could see the man at his side, it hit him. He was starting to feel it, all around him. Those white walls, the mattress he was in, the soft yet old sheets, the pressure on his arm. And finally, unmistakably, the regular and aggressive beeps, signs of a life that was his own. He was in a hospital bed. There’s an accident. Those idiots would do anything and everything to protect each other.

tw: major character injury, tw: car accidents

cause and effect by mistyrie [Rated M, 13107 words, complete, 2023]

"Andrew realized what he was seeing but he couldn’t comprehend it. He didn’t know how to help. There was no enemy to deal with – there was just Neil seizing on the floor and Andrew didn’t know what to do." Neil starts having seizures and Andrew tries to help.

tw: seizures (epilepsy)

how the foxes act when they're sick by @detectivebambam [tumblr, 2024]

headcanons on the foxes and illness

headcanons on Neil getting sick by @24-0z [tumblr, 2022]

Neil doesn't get sick very often, so when he finally catches the bug that had been going around campus, he's suddenly 8 years old again, sweating and trembling with fever

SICK!Neil for my soul. by @satan-in-a-v-neck [tumblr, 2021]

Neil is acting strange. Ask every fox and they'll tell you that for the past three days Neil Josten wasn't acting very Neil Josteny.

tw: vomit

illness/injuries as background event:

The Songs Around Us by doodlingstuff [Rated M, 80075 words, complete, 2022]

The mission was simple: Nathaniel would join Astral Foxes as Neil Josten and make them part of Moriyama Music. In reality, Neil became real, found a home, and fell in love despite his lies. When the Moriyamas send the Butcher to remind Neil of his mission and Andrew's life ends on the line, Neil will have to find a way to escape his fate and bring Andrew back. As he gets closer to losing the man he loves the most, Neil will realize that sometimes, music is the only answer, and others, truth is the only weapon he can use. Another Band!AU. This time extra angsty.

tw: torture, tw: car accident, tw: major character injury, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: violence

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