#vehicle accident tw

[parameddic]

@wearejericho / a bloodied shirt.

Eli knew the drill, so TK didn't ask before he grabbed the scissors and set to work on the shirt. That amount of blood he was gonna need to take a look, yknow, and if it had been anyone else in any other circumstance TK probably would have insisted that they get Eli checked out properly at a hospital, but Eli had called TK in the dead of night for this, this situation with Eli's car half-in a ditch, half-wrapped around a speed-sign. Carlos was up on the road doing traffic control (redirecting around the spilled gas on the road), lights of his police car flashing, but nobody had called this in.

Just Eli calling TK in the dead of night, and TK coming by with the gear that he had available (and his husband, who had roused with TK's level of concern; Carlos was backup, and was not really optional in this package deal). They were in the dirt a little while's away from Eli's car, the smell of saline (it had a smell, he swore) and blood and grass.

Fretting: "You should've called 911." TK didn't mind being called, he didn't mind being here, but what if he - "What if I hadn't answered?" His hands, gloved, moved to assess the glass embedded in Eli's shoulder and torso. He had to ask it, because of the level of secrecy Eli had had in calling him, and the way this accident had happened (single vehicle, no other parties), but his tone was gentler and a notch lower when he asked, "Are you sober?"

#ic #wearejericho #addiction tw #shrug emoji #vehicle accident tw #car crash tw

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Hello, I know this is a random ask and that is also late... But I did something I regret… I hit a car on Wednesday and Thursday one on Wednesday the guy said it was all cool about it he said it was okay but the one on Thursday….. Well I kind of did a hit-and-run I was pandemic and I didn't know what to do so I just drove away but I'm pretty sure nothing happened there was no damage nor in the first one now I can't stop thinking about it I'm so scared I don't know what to do I have been crying over it for the past few hours I have been thinking about it as well like what if they took a picture and called the cops or what if they call their insurance what if they get in contact with mine I just can't stop thinking about it and it's making me cry I'm so scared and I don't know what to do.

I am thankfully still awake- I just saw the 1 pop up when I was scrolling on my phone and still had my computer open.

Alright, I've been driving legally for 7 1/2 yrs. And 5 of those years I was uninsured. And I've had 1 hit and run but the person wasn't in it and only my car had damages- (and also wasn't a vv good parker) and had my minor bumped into someone before. So, I'm gonna do my best to console you thru here and talk a bit about how I got thru it.

But firstly, I hope you're physically okay. That is what I care most about. These things happen. And I just wish for you to know that it is okay, we all fuck up. And if worse comes to worst, you can claim that you ran in fear, and that will help you in court. (which you won't have to attend because it won't come to that)

If there is no damage (as far as you're aware of) then there is no reason to worry. If they were injured that'd be a different matter.

Wednesday's accident was an accident and if the guy was okay with it, then it's okay. I know it'll take a while to be okay with it. Because that's not easy to go through. It took me a week to process my minor bump.

That is a perfectly valid reaction to cry over it. Feel free to cry it out, it is best to feel your feelings, I promise.

Thrusday's is going to be a little different. If worse comes to worse, you may have to pay their deductible depending on if they had hit and run insurance also known as uninsured motorist coverage. If ofc they find you. But you will not have to appear in court unless you wish to appeal those charges. And even then, it's better to eat the fine than to pay a court fee on top of it all.

Now the positives, they don't have insurance. You have nothing to worry about. Insurance claims are expensive to file in general. And it's even worse to eat those prices. Other positive? They didn't catch your liscence number. *hopefully you drove off fast*

Now, I do know they cannot get your insurance information without the cops finding you, and even then, at max your insurance rates will go up. Which you're supposed to change insurances every like 6 mos-to 1 yr anyways- (I don't I'm vv lazy).

So worst case scenario, you're either paying their deductible if they decide to file a claim and they find you. And/or your insurance rate goes up. Although both can go hand in hand.

But let's think in the best-case scenario: they didn't catch your information. Or because the damage was prolly just a scratch- they won't file. (Insurance is expensive and will get you back for filing a claim- so it's kind of worthless imo) So it is unlikely they will file a claim in general. It's the holidays people are only wanting to spend money on them. And because it is the holiday season, they could find forgiveness in their hearts and just continue on their way of life. And unless they're greedy bastards you won't have to worry.

Imo you do not have to worry. It's okay, I'd keep the worry in my pocket. But if cops do not come in the next three days (at max) they don't get you. Doing further investigation into the topic I did find that it can take up to a few months for them to track. But that is ofc if they feel like pressing charges.

And imo I do not think they will press charges for something minor.

In my case, the person never knew I hit their car cause their tires were so high off the ground that I had hit that backing out of spot. I rushed off, and then we went and checked later- heh... And the other time I had bumped back into someone, we were both pulling out of the parking lot. And she backed into me and I backed into her. (I had what they call a beater) so I was just like 'it's whatever we're chill' and I also worked with them. So the first one, you'll be okay. And I promise these things happen.

My parents & I had the same hit and run where someone had hit us in the backend? But there was no damage, and we didn't file anything. Because the cops told us it was useless to. (Not that my parents could really afford that kind of claim) So if there is no damage, you have nothing to worry about.

Now, what I do know is that you can look up if there were any cop reports today on the news or sth. As long as you know the road it happened on, you'll know if they called. And basically, you'll know if you're freed.

I want to emphasize that you're okay. You did what you thought was best at that moment. We all panic, and we all get scared. Your reaction to it was flight, you ran. And that is okay, alright? You can't do anything unless the cops come knocking on your doors. But I promise your insurance won't just randomly go up (after all they don't even know if you have insurance) without notice. And that you'll be okay. You must deal with the latter problems as they come. As long as no one was injured and the car wasn't damaged, I wouldn't worry about it.

I care more about your physical and mental well-being than I do about a car. And I'm sure they share the same sentiment okay 🥺💖 Feel free to talk to me more about it okay, I'm here for you. And I'm sorry if this was a little all over the place, there's just a lot to talk about when it comes to this type of thing. But most of all, please take care dear. And sometimes things end up being our fault even when we don't intend for it.

Please keep me updated, and if you'd rather me just to listen, I can take that too.

#asks #as long as you're okay dear that is what matters more than some else's car- or yours- i promise- they're just vehicles #i'm not sure if i have to tag this for others but just in case #tw: accidents #i'm sorry if this was all over the place- but i tried to talk about everything i could think of that could cause you anxiety #and i hope you're able to sleep tonight- please don't worry too much #whatever will be will be- let it be bubba #anon asks #answered asks #i just hope you're okay

[brodiesato]

“FUCKED UP LIKE A ROCKSTAR, DANCIN' ON A COP CAR, NO ONE IN THE WORLD CAN SAVE ME NOW”

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Brodie DeMarco Sato

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis Man {He/Him}

AGE: 31

BIRTHDAY: November 23, 1991

ZODIAC: Sagittarius Sun, Capricorn Rising, Gemini Moon

SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Heterosexual

FACE CLAIM: Darren Barnet

OCCUPATION: Mechanic/Drug Dealer

HOMETOWN: Denver, CO

CURRENT RESIDENCY: Downtown, Cape May, NJ

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “BY THE WAY” BY THE RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS

BIOGRAPHY: TW DRUG/ALCOHOL USE, DEATH, FIRE, VEHICLE ACCIDENT

Brodie was a very sensitive yet outgoing kid. His sensitivity wasn't geared in physical pain, but more-so in the ways that made him stand up to the bullies on the playground who picked on the more introverted kids. It was because of this, that he was seen as a leader at the mere age of 4 and also earned him his best friend, Elliot.

As he grew, his teachers and peers favored him for his golden heart and puppy dog smile. His popularity skyrocketed, but he had his mom and dad to thank for the blueprint of his personality. His father, Kenji Sato, was the textbook definition of chivalry and had a very go-getter viewpoint of the world with a good head on his shoulders. His mother, Emily Sato, was always putting others first, walked as if sunshine was beneath her feet, and could make even the coldest of hearts crack a smile. Between his father and mother, Brodie was the golden boy in town. What else would one expect from the county's fire chief and nurse practitioner's boy?

Though he lost his father to a fire when he was only 7, Brodie was forced to grow up as he watched his mother slowly fall apart. At first, she just laid on the couch and stared at the wall for what felt like months on end; Brodie then becoming the caretaker until she was able to go to work. It was strange watching her grieving process change from not wanting to move, to then being nonstop. It felt almost close to normal, that was until she brought home a baby from the hospital. In the blink of an eye, Brodie became a master of many hats; not only stepping up to not let his mom down, but also trying to be the best older brother he could be for the new addition to the Sato family. They were a little broken, but they made it work. And by 'they' I mean Brodie. When Harper needed help on a school project, he was there. When Harper skinned her knee, he was there. Brodie was the constant that showed up when their mother's busy nurse schedule kept her at bay. When the world checked out, Brodie was always there to make sure Harper wasn't alone.

If it wasn't his teammates, then it was Elliot who attempted to get Brodie to live a little. Always doing the right thing and being everyone's walking conscious was tiring after all, but Brodie hadn't strayed from the straight and narrow. Even with the shelved grief and the need to be a good role model and caretaker for Harper, Brodie never stepped out of line. That was, until the senior year homecoming game. Being the captain of the hockey team, it only made sense that he had friends in other sport teams. It was serendipitous that the football team practically paired off with the hockey team in the realm of friendships; the quarterback happening to be none other than Elliot. When they won, the party seemed to get a little out of control. Brodie drank for the first time, but didn't necessarily know when to stop. At least he wasn't as fucked up as his best friend was.

Brodie still plays it back in his head. How he laughed when Elliot mentioned going on the quad together. How Elliot managed to sway him and put the only helmet on him so he can drive. How Elliot's last words were that it was going to be alright, right before they crashed head-on into a tree.

Ultimately, it was just more grief and now guilt that she shelved, but he started to crack. By the time he was in UPenn for his undergrad, Brodie was always high or drunk. He lost his love for hockey, over-trained his body when he barely ate. He became a drug dealer when he dropped out of college, owing someone and then falling into the scheme to pay them back for all the drugs he just 'put on his tab.' He was able to pay the person off, but the money and easy access was too hard to not pass up.

Brodie was able to gather up the strength to get clean.... once.... twice... The relapses hit so hard, he almost gave up before he got into a trade school and became a mechanic. Now living in Cape May, Brodie is trying to navigate being on a tightrope of sobriety under the radar.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HIM!

Brodie is self-destructive. It's a cry for help, but he doesn't want to take the necessary steps on getting help. He's overly cocky, but it's for show. He's used to wearing a mask, seeing that he's been wearing a strong one since he was 7 years of age. Brodie is comical, though he has a tendency of cracking jokes at the wrong time. Fun-loving and a bit of a himbo, the Sato male genuinely is benevolent despite the melancholy hold on his brain. He's protective of those he cares about, though it can be over-bearing. Brodie is dauntless to the degree of craving danger; He loves to drag race in the early AMs of the night life and is actually known for this amongst a specific population of night owls. He tries to keep people at an arm's length because he's petrified of losing people, and tends to hideaway from time to time if it becomes too overwhelming. He loves his coffee black, and though he may seem dull-minded he's actually very street smart. When someone needs help out of a situation, he's a great therapist friend but cannot figure out his own problems. He's just a goofy mess, guys (who really likes women and video games).

PERSONALITY:

+ Easy-Going, Protective, and Charismatic

- Astute, Non-Committal, and Careless

#cape.intro #tw vehicle accident #tw fire #tw death #tw drug and alcohol

[silversoulstardust]

I'm getting traumatized on weekly basis these days

#and not in a joking way #no no my friend #imagine commuting from one workplace to another and you happen to witness a deadly motor vehicle accident #and you stopped to remove the victim from a burning motorbike and administer first aid #only to find the man dead on the spot #but other bystanders wouldn't even pull the dead body away from the raging flame bc they said the person is already dead #so you'd just let the body catch fire too? really?? what is your fucking logic man #im so disappointed with half a dozen full grown male bystanders that got there before me #first rule of first response: remove the victim from dangerous situation #yes it includes a confirmed dead body. #dont just stand there half a feet away from burning machines and a dead body and do nothing #what and who are you waiting for? #i promise you the first responders would still know how the accident happened if you pull the body away from the middle of the road #when i tell you god is not letting me catch a break this is it #chrmz.txt #in the tags #tw dead body #tw accident

[how-gross]

June 1, 2023 — 7:46pm

So I got into a car accident. Like a really bad one, two days ago, like it caused five cars to be damaged.

I could’ve died, and I haven’t been able to accept or process that.

My therapist told me I have trauma from it because it was a near-death experience that altered my perception of life— which it was.

The first car rammed into us from behind, pushed us into the middle lane, and then a second car (idk if it was the same first car or a different one) rammed into us again and pushed us into the side lane where we crashed front-first into the border of the bridge (car-rail? Is it called a car-rail?).

We could’ve died. I could’ve died. The car could have flipped over the car rail and we could have plummeted down, having the car crush us from above and die like that. There are others ways we could have died.

But it hasn’t occurred to me, or at least I haven’t been able to feel anything but emptiness and shock and disbelief for the past couple of days. I haven’t gotten nightmares or anything like that. But everyday, when I wake up, it just feels like any other average normal day, and that’s only until I look outside and see the damage done to our car that I realize that the shit that happened to me 2 days ago wasn’t a dream. It was reality, it was real life.

And that’s hard to believe for me. I wouldn’t say my life is easy, but it could definitely be much worse than it is right now. And I haven’t experienced such a traumatic event like this one before, and if I had I don’t remember it. And I just never expected this kind of event to happen for me— which I’m sure is understandable I mean you don’t just expect to get into a major five-car car accident. But like, I just didn’t expect to be the one to experience it, ya know?

And now I don’t know how to process it. I’m not even sure if I want to process it. I don’t know. I’ve never been in tune with my feelings or emotions. I hate being vulnerable because I hate being seen as weak or frail, I hate someone having to coddle or comfort or pity me, and I hate giving someone that type of control over me.

So I’ve just been living it out like usual and nothing has happened since. I don’t know. I just don’t know.

#vent #tw #tw car accident #tw bad car accident #tw mentions of death #and it’s so crazy bc now I have to text and call my friends and tell them #like hey I got into a car accident #and I have to question is it really that important for them to know #which yeah it is #it’s a fucking car accident #but then again it doesn’t really involve them that much #but then again they’ll probably need to know this so that if I have any car or vehicle-related fears #they won’t be freaked out #but then again it sounds like I’m reaching for attention #it’s conflicting.

[detectiveconnor]

thinking about connor tackling somebody. that’s it. i don’t know what would cause him to tackle anyone but thinking about connor tackling sb

#ingrid talks #active shooter? vehicle headed straight for them? etc etc #meet cutes where connor stops your muse being hit by a Bus #car accident mention tw

[charlotte-lancer]

Fictober Prompt: 2 - Don't Worry, I Got You

Fandom: Top Gun (films)

Rating: T

Pairing: Gen

Warnings: Vehicle Accidents, Injury

Excerpt:

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Rooster went to get help, he’ll be back soon.”

Maverick can’t quite make out who’s talking to him. His head feels fuzzy, and the voice is distorted by worry and the sounds of metal twisting and popping as what’s left of his bike burns.

#fictober23 #top gun #vehicle accidents tw #injury tw #gen

[thinkingnot]

so hoodie’s travel update: got into this cool looking hotel (lots of recreational facilities), i started laughing maniacally after we checked in (idk something was funny), i couldn’t stop laughing until we reach our rooms (the second because the room they first gave us was by the lifts and faced the kid’s yard & swimming pool, thus being unbearably noisy). I walked in my room and by the fifth beat there’s this irrational fear taking over, maybe its the ripped wallpapers, the mossy windows that have distant children’s laughter filtering through (its the same side as the rooms they initially gave us but upstairs -> less noisy), maybe its the odd lighting (my parents had a nearly identical room but for some reason their’s is brighter & warmer), also the color scheme in my room was all shades of beige and white, also there was a wet spot stained yellow on the ceiling at the entrance, there was also this sickly moldy with a hint of perfume scent (i think it could have been applied to rid of the stuffy wetness in the air, it smelled like its been ling since someone was here, or it could just be the carpet). the ominous feeling remains as i walk through the premise, it’s not by any means deserted or anything like they got good business going on there’s plenty of people around and kids causing chaos but something hung in the air and weighted like something happened here or that something could potentially happen here if i stayed any longer. also a big minus was reflective surfaces at the foot of our beds (giant mirror and tv facing us as we sleep) (im not really superstitious but mirrors are the one thing imma play safe with cuz you never know) anyways creeped out as hell and overthinking the fear the chills in me bones the uneasiness here 🙉🤌

#hoodie travels #hoodie’s real #ranbles #hoodie’s rambles #intrusive thoughts #(tw might be disturbing - traffic accident mention) #i mean it could very likely hudt he paranoia again (ive been picturing myself in vehicle accidents constantly 😭✌️<- not fine) (girlie is #literally sitting on his own hand every time hes on a car cuz hes been plagued with the vision of himself opening the door and being #lauched top speed out scraped and peeled by asphalt ending as a pile of whatever on the streets also incoming cars)

[dewitty1]

‘Everwood’ Star Treat Williams Dead After Motorcycle Accident

‘Everwood’ Star Treat Williams Dead After Motorcycle Accident

Treat Williams, an actor known for his roles in the TV show “Everwood” and the film version of the musical “Hair,” died Monday after a motorcycle accident. He was 71.

Authorities said Williams was riding his motorcycle in Vermont just before 5 p.m. on Monday before a vehicle attempted to turn into a parking lot in front of him. Williams, who was wearing a helmet, wasn’t able to avoid the car and was thrown from the bike.

#Treat Williams #Rest in peace #June 12 2023 #Tw vehicle accident #Tw celebrity death #Celebrity death #Celebrities #Celebrity news #Celebs #Everwood #Actor #hair the musical

[skrunksthatwunk]

bro i feel lile one of those kids whose drawings are gawked at as creepy or whatever,, like "top 10 horrifying art pieces made by children 😱😱" energy

i started painting again after a hiatus and (after painting some tits lol) IMMEDIATELY made two separate paintings of a horrific bloody motorcycle accident. no idea why i know nothing about motorcycles. i am now going to paint more vaguely gory stuff. idk where the ideas are coming from but if it's my inner demons I'm high fiving them atm this shit's nice

#tw motor vehicle accidents #art #painting

[parameddic]

@amillixnvoices / starter call.

Fuck, this wasn't - he couldn't reach. "Okay," he said, more to himself than to the other guy (Buck, he remembered the name), then - louder - "Okay, Buck, I gotta get down there, throw me a line!" No radios, no backup, no conceivable phone reception out here in the middle of god-knows-where. Maybe they could get the bus' radio working, if he could reach the bus. TK was on the cliff-face, currently, and Buck was at the top, with what emergency supplies they'd had between them and the two vehicles that had stopped to lend a hand. "I see movement!"

#ic #vehicle accident tw #bus accident tw #car accident tw #amillixnvoices

[bunnyywritings]

your husband, nanami kento comforts you after a car accident

i was in a car accident today and i just needed comfort so here’s a little something i wrote

slight TW: minor car accident and self deprecation

It all happened so fast.

One minute, you were at a red light. The next, it was green but the car in front of you broke so suddenly and you weren’t quick enough to react.

The sound of crushing metal made your eyes widen, your foot moving to step on the breaks but it was too late, the damage had been done. There was a dull ache in the back of your neck and your chest as you followed the car to a safe spot to pull over and park.

The man who you had hit was too kind given the circumstances, he asked if you were alright and waved off your insistent apologies.

Quickly exchanging information and taking pictures of the damage, your hands shook violently as you sat in your car and watched him drive away.

Moving on auto-pilot, you did the only think you could think of. You picked up your phone and dialed Kento’s number.

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you listened to the dial tone ring, what would he say?

You’re bothering him at work. You’re under his insurance, this will definitely impact his rate. God…and the cost. You definitely didn’t have the money to fix your bumper and he would most likely offer to take in the payment. You couldn’t do that to him. This was all your fault.

Why did you have to be such an idiot? Such a disappointment? How could you be so careless to-

“-everything alright?”

A shaky “Huh?” left your lips which had made Kento sit up suddenly in his seat. Making Gojo and Yuji frown in confusion.

“Sweetheart, is everything alright?”

The care and concern in his voice was enough for the dam to open. Tears streamed down your face as you gripped the fabric of your pants with your free hand.

“K-Kento…” Your voice broken and wet had made him tense. “I got-I got into a car accident.”

A whirlwind of worry swirled in his chest. Where were you? Were you hurt? Were you safe?

“Where are you?” He quickly rose from his seat, grabbing his keys from his suit jacket and heading towards the door. “Okay, I’m on my way.” And with that, he hung up.

“What happened?” Yuji’s eyes shifted between Gojo and Nanami. You were one of his favorite teachers as Jujutsu High and the thought of something happening to you scared him.

“She was in a car accident.”

This concerned him greatly, distress clear in his eyes. “Is she okay?”

“I don’t know.” Nanami’s jaw was clenched as he made his way out of the room, rushing to his car.

“Don’t worry kid.” Gojo patted his head. “He’ll take care of it.”

You had sent your location to Nanami, all that was left was to wait.

You had long since shut off your car, staring i to the emptiness in front of you, trying as much as you could to control your cursed energy, not wanting to cause anymore harm.

When Kento pulled up to the scene, he was relieved to see no emergency vehicles around but that relief was gone immediately once he saw the detached bumper of your car.

As he approached, he noticed the dazed look on your face. You had dried tear stains down your cheeks, your mascara a little smudged around your eyes as you stared into nothing. He could also feel your struggle to keep your cursed energy at bay.

His concern sky rocketed when he pulled open the driver’s side door and you still hadn’t reacted. He knelt down so he was at eye level with you.

“Love? Are you alright?” He whispered, gently brushing some hair behind your ear. That seemed to snap you out of your trance. Your head snapped over to look at him, eyes finding his.

His heart shattering when your face crumpled in anguish and fresh tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry, m’so sorry Kento! M’sorry-!” You were in hysterics. Apologizing through hiccups.

He couldn’t have been more confused. Why were you apologizing?

Nonetheless, he helped you out of your car and guided you into his arms. Holding you so tightly and breathing a sigh of relief. Reminding himself that you were alive. That you were okay. That you were in one piece.

He held you as you sobbed, clinging to the back of his shirt as he cradled the back of your head and placed a kiss to the top of it.

Once your cries died down and you pulled away from him, he decided to ask you.

“Why’re you apologizing?” He wasn’t being accusatory or anything, his tone was soft and gentle.

“B-Because I interrupted you at work and-and your insurance is gonna go up and I have to get the bumper replaced and-“

“Hey, hey…” He cooed, hands cradling your jaw, thumb lovingly caressing your cheekbone and wiping your tears. “Are you injured?”

You frowned. “No.”

“Were they injured?” He was met with a shake of the head. “I don’t care about the insurance rate going up, I don’t care if I need to pay to have your car fixed. I wouldn’t even bat an eye if I had to buy you a new car entirely. All I care about is that you’re safe. That you’re not hurt. A car is an object. It’s replaceable. You are not.” He removed a hand from your face and reached down to grab your left hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your engagement band and wedding ring with such reverence and care.

“I made a vow to take care of you. Whether that means taking care of you when you have the flu or paying for anything you need.”

This made even more tears flow down your cheeks. “I was so scared, Ken.” He frowned at your confession.

“I know pretty, but you’re okay. I’ve got you.” He continued to press kisses to your palm and wrist. “I left a few of my things at the school but if you wanted to go straight home, then I can just grab them tomorrow.”

“No, that’s okay.” You wiped your cheeks. “We can grab your things first.”

And so you did, his hand was in yours the entire drive there. Only letting go when you left the car.

When you both walked into his office, you were met with an enthusiastic shout of your name and a relieved Yuji pulling you into a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay.” His genuine admission brought a sad smile to your lips.

“You really had us worried there, Nanami looked like he was seconds away from a heart attack.” You frowned at Gojo’s admission, hating that you caused him to worry so much.

“Of course I was, she’s my wife you idiot.” He then turned to you with a smile. “Come on, let’s go home.” You gripped his hand and let him lead you back to his car.

He noticed the wince you hissed out as you pulled your seatbelt on. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah…I guess since the adrenaline is wearing off, I’m probably just sore.”

“Then let’s get you into a warm bath. Hmm?” He kissed the back of your hand.

You were gonna be okay.

He’d make sure of that.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento comfort #jujutsu kaisen comfort

[flynnriderishot]

Can you do a fic where the reader and her best friend gets into a car accident and the best friend dies and matt conforts her at the hospital or smt🫡 I love your ficcs!

you got me - m.s

tw: mentions of car accident, death, survivors guilt. let me know if i missed any.

a/n: i wasn’t gonna post this cause i planned on deleting this account but i figured why not 🤷🏾‍♀️

you laid in the hospital bed, unmoving as you stared at the ceiling above you.

the lights were headache inducing but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

your body ached but you couldn’t help but think your heart hurt more.

she was gone.

dead.

all because some idiot couldn’t stop himself from driving while intoxicated.

all because some idiot didn’t think of the lives he’d be risking if he got on the road with even a hint of alcohol in his system.

and the worst thing? he was alive.

alive and well. or, as well as someone with a broken arm and leg could be.

you could hear him screaming just a few rooms over. pleading that they didn’t arrest him, swearing on his life that he didn’t mean any harm.

whether he meant it or not, harm was made.

and your best friend was dead.

you guessed the only good thing is that you felt like you were dying too.

it sucked to think that way, you knew that.

but you didn’t know how you’d get through life without her. she was everything to you. you almost never left each other’s sides if you could help it.

and now you couldn’t.

it wasn’t like you didn’t have people there for you to help you get through this, you did.

in fact, one of them was sat in a chair next to you, eyes closed, hand gripping yours as soft snore’s escaped his lips.

you knew he wouldn’t be asleep right now if he knew you were awake.

nick and chris were in the cafeteria in search for something to fill your stomach. they knew you wouldn’t eat anything but they also knew you needed a bit of silence to let your thoughts consume you for a minute.

now you wished they hadn’t.

you sniffled as you remember your shrill screams as you begged the ambulance to help her. begged them to care for her before they even attempted to pull you out of the vehicle.

unfortunately, despite how quiet it was, your sniffles had the person next to you moving around.

it was only a few seconds before he opened his eyes, hand squeezing yours to reassure himself that you were still there before he finally looked up at your tear stained face.

“oh, baby.”

matt quickly sat up, careful not to move too much in fear that he would hurt you in some way.

you shut your eyes in hopes that the tears would stop but to no avail.

“i miss her so much, matt.”

“i know. i know you do, baby. i’m so sorry.” he had moved so he was sat on the edge of the bed, hand tightly gripping yours as it seemed to be the only part of your body that wasn’t bruised up.

“i’m so sorry.”

you lifted your free hand to wipe your tears, unintentionally being a little rough with your movements.

matt’s heart clench as he watched the love of his life break down.

selfishly, he was glad it wasn’t you that died in the accident. he didn’t know if he could live with himself knowing you didn’t survive.

his warm hand came up to wipe your tears for you, being a lot more gentle than you were.

“i’m here for you, okay? and i know that isn’t the same as y/bsf/n being there, and i don’t want to try and replace her cause god knows i can’t…”

he noticed a small smile slip before it quickly fell.

“but i am here, okay? you got me. you’ve got nick and chris too. i’m never leaving you.”

your teary eyes met his, “can i have a hug?”

his face fell, “yn, you’re hurt—“

“please, matt.”

it didn’t take much convincing as he slowly lowered himself into your arms, his lips meeting the crown of your head, a soft whispered filling the room,

“god, i love you so much.”

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo

[panphilosopher]

Fic Idea: Chaggie/Chaggily child AU except it's Vaggie's child when she was a human. (TW: sex violence)

The idea if Vaggie's human origin still happens.

During her time as a sex worker, Vaggie could accidently be impregnated. The idea she didn't realize she was pregnant until at least the beginning of her early second trimester.

Since abortion is illegal in El Salvador and cultural upbringing, Vaggie could be reluctant to have abortion until decided to carry it.

I cannot think of a name, but I'm calling Vaggie's child Mirabel (lol).

Being disowned by her own family fuck Vaggie up psychologically, and decided to raise her (likely have a girlfriend who helped her).

Vaggie absolutely loves her daughter; she dotted her, she was her moon and sun. Gave her endearing names.

Tragically struck; when Mirabel is between 3-5, Vaggie was killed (either to sex violence, struck by vehicle, gang related death, etc).

Vaggie ascended to Heaven (likely having a traumatic life and still caring for her daughter), but Vaggie was devastated because that meant she separated from Mirabel.

Worse, and this part of my headcanon, time is irrelevant in the afterlife. I get the idea from The Good Place; look up Jeremy Bearimy. That's meant Vaggie will not see Mirabel for hundreds of years.

Every year in the afterlife time, Vaggie will have a somber celebration for Mirabel. I would like to say around September to October. Is Vaggie way for her to grieved for not raising her daughter.

Vaggie was also recruited into the Exorcists early, ascended into an angel.

The fic would follow the canon route: Vaggie did the extermination, spears a sinner, and Lute cut her eye and ripped her wings, Charlie would find her, and both fell in love, opened thr Hotel, battle the Exorcists and won. Also, down the line, Emily would fall too and enter a poly-relation with Vaggie and Charlie because I ship Unholy Trinity.

Like three months after the battle, Vaggie and Charlie hold a somber birthday for Mirabel (Vaggie told Charlie when they started dating).

All the hotel residents wondered who birthday is it, and Vaggie tells them its for her daughter.

Cue everybody is going "WHAT" "YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER" and Emily screamed, "Why didn't you tell me?!".

Even Charlie gasped before saying, "Why am I gasping? I already knew that."

I see Vaggie as a very closed person, won't tell people her past unless she trust them, and seeing she openly celebrating her daughter's birthday means she does now. Also, she likely didn't realized she hasn't tell Emily yet.

Now, here comes the angst: a few days after Vaggie's fell (or forced fall), Mirabel ascended to Heaven.

I don't think Vaggie and her former partner will have a healthy relationship. Not fault for either of them: poverty, homophobic society, and that Vaggie being a sex worker. Vaggie decided to keep Mirabel just add another fight between them.

After Vaggie died, her former partner gave Mirabel up to an orphanage. I do see her feeling guilty and likely giving donations to the orphanage, but that's it.

I will see Mirabel being a selfless girl: the big sister of the orphanage, gave her dinner portion to the children who's nearly starving, is known around the town for helping people, things like that.

She vaguely remembered Vaggie, only remembered that her mother loved her, the pet name, and I believed a nursery song that Vaggie sang to her.

Mirabel likely died around 15-17, and I say either to traffic accident or a bullet stray from a gang shoot-out.

After arriving in Heaven, Mirabel will look everywhere and try to find Vaggie. However, she doesn't know her name and not realize she isn't in Heaven.

A month after the failed extermination, Lute discovered Mirabel, and being the sadistic bastard she is, recruited Mirabel into being an Exorcist, making her an angel too.

She gives half lies about Vaggie: being an Exorcist but was killed during the failed extermination by Charlie's paramor. Since Vaggie never actually introduced herself during the Redemption Hearing, and that Mirabel vaguely remembered how Vaggie looked like (especially her afterlife/her fallen angel form if take fanon route).

Cue Mirabel trained and searched for her mom's killer, not realizing her mom is alive and said killer is her mom.

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[cj-etc]

Uncommon injuries for your characters

This is just a small collection of injuries that I don’t see often/haven’t seen in writing! TW: This post may contain subjects/descriptions of blood, gore, and other uncomfortable subjects

Kicked by a horse/other large animal

Appendages run over by skate blades

Laceration via high heel

Choking (food, foreign object, etc.)

Teeth knocked out

Animal bites (namely by a pet)

Accidental poisoning

Falling/tripping resulting in skinned knee

Vehicle accidents

Injury via friends/family

Burns via cooking

Cut by glass

Impaled by fishing hook

Body parts crushed by heavy objects

Frostbite

Heatstroke

Poison ivy

Concussions

Dehydration

Medical side effects

Ancient weaponry

Curses(?)

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[poeticlilies]

okay, first of all i want to say that i love the way you write💞 you said that you would try writing something platonic so can you write something for akutagawa and executive!reader who is chuuya’s s/o? They have a similar personality to dazai’s and used to be closed friends with him back when he was in the pm; so just something where akutagawa and reader are sent on a mission and he messes it up to the point he gets severely injured and reader has to fix the situation and afterwards he expects them to snap at him or something but they just take care of him and reassure him that everything is okay :(

okay i didn’t expect this to get so long and specific😭 ofc you can change whatever you don’t like if you even choose to write something like this🫶🏻

♡ Accidents happen!

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke x Reader (Platonic) , Mentions of Nakahara Chuuya x Reader (Romantic)

Desc: You comfort Akutagawa after he fucks up a mission. (gender neutral reader)

TW/CW: dark themes, bad thoughts, severe injuries, mentions of hospitals/surgery/treatment, fight scenes

He fucked up.

He fucked up, bad.

And he knew it; from the large slash across his chest to the fatigue settled deep into his bones, he knew that he had messed up big time.

But there you were; ever so casual, laughing merrily as you hauled his ass back to an escape vehicle, waving cheerily and telling him you'd handle it.

Though there was no ill intention in your words, Akutagawa couldn't help but try to swallow the rising pit of fear bubbling in his chest, crawling up his throat and choking him. Though there was no ill intention in your eyes, he never knew, because he didn't meet them once after he had gotten careless and suffered as a result.

He had been cornered; stuck between a rock and a hard place. The files the mafia needed were right there, and so he gambled his chances and lunged forward, hand outstretched, desperately trying to grasp the documents.

However, the damned newbie, the one the Port Mafia didn't have any information on yet, somehow managed to blow the sheets of paper away, pearly white fluttering against the wind before being torn to shreds by oncoming bullets.

He had frozen, in shock; still processing the situation even as the group recovered and launched a counterattack. And though his Rashomon acted on it's own, it still wasn't as efficient without it's master's command, like a piece of technology being given instructions but not how to carry them out.

He felt it, felt it as it dug into his chest; how it burned on his skin like fire and how it had woken him from his slumber. Eliminating everyone else was easy; he was made for this, was born for it, it came naturally like breathing. However, there was no way to recover the lost documents, and as more and more swarms of men came running (where did they even come from?) Akutagawa Ryuunosuke simply stood there, bitterness filling his throat as the wound slowly stained his shirt crimson.

It was then that you had arrived; yelling (or rather, screaming) his name and tackling him just as an onslaught of bullets whizzed by where the two of you where moments before.

Every other detail was a blur; all he remembered were flashes of it, little pieces that he tried to stitch together, but couldn't. Eventually, he gave up; and in the back of the black Port Mafia vehicle, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to fade away into unconsciousness.

He woke up, however. Everyone has to wake up at some point, except for when you're dead.

You were by his bedside, talking to another executive; words swam around in his head before he finally grasped the name of the orange-haired male who stood beside you. Nakahara Chuuya, he thought. That's right.

You were chatting with him, recalling details of your (failed) mission. Though the events and details you recounted were gruesome, you still had that grin on your face as you recounted details and made little jokes.

For a second, your figure was replaced with Dazai's, his ex-mentor; and he immediately panicked.

Scrambling up, he saluted you with shaking hands despite the pain that flared up in his chest. Heaving, he choked out apologies for failing the mission, for being careless, for gambling it all and losing, as images of Dazai flashed through his head.

You startled, surprised, before pushing him (gently) back into bed. Hushing him when he looked at you, shocked that it was you, and not Dazai; telling him it was okay as Chuuya watched in concern for his subordinate.

You told Chuuya to leave the room, bidding him farewell with a kiss to the cheek and a smile. He complied, waving goodbye and looking at Akutagawa for the last time (with pity? or concern? or scorn?) before disappearing into the hallway.

Akutagawa shook like a leaf in the wind; terrified of what was next.

He expected you to shout, to yell, to scream; to hit him and berate him and cruelly punishing him. That's surely why you had sent Nakahara-san out.

So, instead, when he was met with your gentle embrace and the warm comfort of your reassurances, he froze up again like he did some hours prior. Stunned that he wasn't being yelled at, kicked at, for messing up the mission.

He opened his mouth to talk, but all that came out was a soft gasp; his hands acted of their own accord as they curled into your shirt, grasping tightly and burying themselves into the fabric as he gently rested his head against your shoulder.

"Shh.. it's okay..." you had told him. "It's alright, we can fix it.. it's not a big deal, it's okay..."

Those words were so foreign, so strange, he had to take a moment to comprehend them; chest rising and falling as tears clouded his vision. It was okay? He was being forgiven for failing the mission?

Even as he began to softly cry, latching on to your figure and refusing to let go, you comforted him; murmuring reassurances as you held him, in the hospital wing of the mafia building; the only sound other than his crying the soft beeps and whirrs of the machines next to the bed.

Eventually, he tired himself out; tears stopping like a river's flow in the summertime, slowly ebbing away until there was nothing left except his uneven breaths and sounds of the medical equipment next to him.

He was so, so tired; and you were so, so comfortable; and though he fought it, he could not help but sample the sweet taste of rest as the sensation of sleep lulled him into a tranquil state. You slowly rested his upper body against the mattress, gently adjusting the covers as he closed his eyes.

"It's okay. Just go to sleep." you said; and he listened. Followed your advice as you gently soothed him to sleep, hand smoothing out the knots in his hair as you sat by his bedside, keeping watch over him.

And as he was slowly pulled into dreamland, he curled up against your body, knowing it would be alright. That you were here, now, and that you would fix this.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke fucked up a mission;

but it wasn't the end of the world. It was okay. You would be there to catch him if he fell, like you did today.

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eugh,, so tired. this is so bad. i'm sorry for the quality.

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