#tw road traffic accident

[abubblingcandle]

Dying for more of roll call. Specifically what calamity had befallen poor Jamie. Any spoilers to share? I think you said he was a later chapter.

Ah thanks for reaching out to talk Roll Call! So yeah Jamie's is the last chapter (sorry for the suspense 🙈) as its one of the more serious. This was the one that I knew from day one what it would be when I polled all the others.

So Jamie's is hypothermia, and he's the last chapter because he's not seen in the immediate aftermath. I haven't written much of his chapter yet but here's a little snippet of the During section

Colin cursed, how could he have been so stupid. He paced up and down outside Roy’s room as Keeley worked to calm Roy down. Of course it was the near dead Roy who had thought about something that had slipped through Colin’s near constant panicked haze. A crack and Colin nursed his now bruised knuckles. Roy had asked the question that new was dominating every thought and every breath. Where the fuck was Jamie?

[ladyylavenderrr]

A crater in the bus you hit is all that shows where you once were

And people sigh at the traffic jam, your suicide was quite the stir

But traffic jams will all clear up and your falling down is forgotten as well

Your life ends here, not yet begun, a fragile, newborn baby shell

But you don’t think of all these things, no you don’t think a thought at all

You sleep on the road, a nameless bag, a footnote to the cars you stalled

[obey-me-disaster]

MC gets followed by a car while driving home

A/N: This is actually a thing that happened to me a while ago when going home with a friend and I wanted to write something about it. If this happens to you call the police(thing I didn't do) and stay as safe as you can. If you want to see this with the side characters feel free to request.

TW: Stalking under the cut

Demon brothers x gn!MC headcanons

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Driving during the night was relaxing in a way. There were barely any cars around, making going home after meeting with a friend back in the human world so much easier and relaxing. No need to worry about traffic, being able to go at your own pace without annoying others, it was a really nice way to end your day.

As you were singing along to one of your favourite songs a car passed by you. While you didn't exactly pay too much attention to it, you couldn't help but notice that the car was full of guys, and that one of them was giving you a hand sign as they passed by your car. At the time you didn't stay and think about it too much, they were probably just friends having fun.

The car seemed to go on a street that led elsewhere. Just as you passed that street, the car was behind you again. You thought it was a bit weird, but you ignored it, in favour of thinking they were just taking advantage of the empty streets during the night to drive around, after all you often used to do that with your friends too.

But they kept being weird. They would pass by you, only to stop on the side of the road to let you get ahead of them so they could start following you again. Again and again. It was as if you were a mouse getting chased by a cat, and it didn't stop just at that either. Giving you weird signals with the lights of their car, getting so close to you, that if you were to stop, they would crash right into you. They were probably having fun toying with you like that.

You took note of their car, from the brand to color, the license plate and whatever details you managed to notice while driving. You were afraid to go home cause what if they followed you there? You didn't think of calling the police because what would you have told them? You didn't know what street were you on or how far you would drive. You didn't know what their intentions were either.

In the end you manage to lose them. When they passed by your car for what you thought to be the millionth time, you took the chance to go on a side street that you knew well enough. They couldn't turn their car to go after you so you were safe. You stopped the car at what you thought to be a safe place to calm yourself.

You were away from them, you were safe, so why were your hands trembling so much. You even flinched when you saw the light the of what you thought was a car but it ended up being two girls on their bike that were probably going home. You knew you wouldn't be able to get home in this state. You would probably end up in an accident if you got scared of the lights of another car. Seeing you didn't have any other choice you decided to call someone to get you.

Lucifer

He was doing paperwork for Lord Diavolo when you called him. He got annoyed for a second, thinking it was one of his brothers interrupting him, but when he saw it was you he relaxed.

When he saw your name on his phone he thought you called to tell him to go to sleep or to at least tell himm good night. He smiled fondly thinking of you, but his smile quickly fade as he heard the tremble in your voice, asking him if he was busy

He quickly reassured you that he was in no way busy, and went straight to the point in asking you if you were ok.

He was relieved that you were not hurt, but absolutely furious at the people that dared to stalk you.

He went straight to Barbatos to ask him to open a portal to the human world so he could get to you.

By the time he got there you managed to calm down just a little bit but you were still on the edge. You even got startled when Lucifer opened the door to your car. It absolutely saddened him to see the state you were in.

He took you and brought you back to Devildom with him. You needed to be away from that place, that car will still be there the next day.

He took you in his room in order to relax down. He didn't want his brothers storming into his room and making you more tense than you already were. He served one of your favourite warm drinks and asked you to tell him everything you know.

While he doesn't want you to relieve the experience so soon, he needs as much information he can get for you.

After you tell him everything he takes you to bed to sleep in his embrace. Paperwork can wait, he needs to take care of you for now.

He will talk with Diavolo to use all the resources he can get to catch those guys. While he won't kill them he will make sure they will regret this.

Mammon

He was in his room watching a movie because Lucifer grounded him from going to the casino or a club for that week, and honestly, after hearing the tremble in your voice he was greatful for it

When he saw your name appear on his phone he got excited. Of course his human would call him! He was their first man! But any exciment died down when you told him what happened.

It wasn't his fault but he still felt useless. He was here, watching a movie while you were all the way in the human world in danger.

The feeling of helpessness turned into anger for you, how dare those guys go after his human?! He stayed on the phone with you until he got to the Demon Lord's castle where he asked Barbatos to open a portal to the human world to get to you.

Barbatos at first didn't want to do that, thinking it was one of Mammon' schemes but quicly changed his mind when he heard about your situation

Unlike Lucifer, Mammon didn't go back to Devildom, instead he drove you homelet's hope you don't live with your parents

He sent a short message to Lucifer explaing his situation and why he will be staying in the human world for a while. He also got permission from Lucifer to use anything he needs to catch those guys.

After you two got to your house he went straight to prepare something for you to eat and drink. He just asked for a small description of the car that followed you so he could send his crows to search for it. He wasn't gonna ask for more details, at least for now.

That will he will be focused only on making you feel better. Once he saw that you relaxed and were able to smile and joke again he decided to it's time to just go to sleep.

He held onto you tightly. If you didn't know any better you would think he is the one that needs reassurance, and in a way you were not wrong. In his mind he nearly lost you just cause some guys decided to see you as their play thing. He was gonna make sure they will pay once finds them.

Leviathan

He was playing video games when he got the call from you. He knew it was you because he set a special ringtone for when you call. He was so excited to tell you about the latest anime he watched but he stopped in his tracks when he heard your voice. Why did you sound so, afraid?

He nearly summoned Lotan when he heard what you went though. How dare those do anything to his Henry?!

If Mammon felt useless, Levi felt like straight up garbage. Of course you got into danger when he couldn't help you. And even if he was there, would he be able to help if he was there?

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you call his name, asking if he was still there. There was no time for self depracting thinking.

He went straight to Lucifer to tell him about the situation and to ask Barbatos to open up a portal to the human world. He didn't even need to go the Demon Lord's castle because Barbatos teleported straight to the House of Lamentation in order to open up a portal to the human world.

When he got there he wanted to cry when he saw you get startled by him. He decided to take you with him back to Devildom and went straight into his room.

He got everything he needed in order to distract you there: videos games, movies, anime, books, manga, snacks, his pet fish Henry.

He lets you vent about the whole thing as you take out your frustration out on a video game. He texts Lucifer everything about the car, so that the older brother could start the investigation. You didn't need to go through reliving that event and you are his first priority either way.

He doesn't really want to let you back to the human world, even after those guys got caught, but there isn't much he can do

If Diavolo and Lucifer let him, he would feed those guys to Lotan

Satan

He was reading in his room the latest crime fiction novel he got his hands on. He was so fascinated by how the main character got away from the the bad guys chasing them with their car that he nearly missed your call.

When he saw that you were the one calling he got worried, why were you calling at this hour? Did something happen?

He clinged to the thought that maybe you just missed him, or that you saw a cute cat, but in the end his worries were confirmed when he heard your voice.

He had to restrain himself from asking too many questions at once. He felt his stomach drop when you told him what happened. Suddenly reading that novel seemed like it was a bad idea, cause he keeps thinking of the worst scenarios possible.

He was more than enraged at the fools that put you through all of that.

He messaged Barbatos a short summary od the situation so he could prepare a portal for when he gets to the castle. By the time he gets there he managed to calm himself down enough to be able to go get you.

He puts a spell on your car to change its appearance, in case those bastards come back by any chance and takes you back to Devildom. You needed to be far away from that place for now.

He read a lot about this type of situation so he knows how to help you relax and what questions to ask.

He will bring some cats for you to pet in order to relax while he already gets everything prepared to go find those idiots.

He will use the help of his brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos, any other contacts he has in order to make quick work of the whole situation. No need to drag it out. The faster this whole thing ends, the better for you.

He will make sure those guys pay for what they did, he needs to take out his wrath in some way.

Asmodeus

He was coming back from a club when he got your call. He was so excited to talk with you! He missed you so much and had so much drama from RAD to tell you about.

He cheerful demeanor vanished as he listen to what happened to you. He was livid that some nobodies would decide to toy with you like that

He called Solomon to open up a portal to the human world or to at least ask Barbatos to open one.

The moment he saw you he went straight for a hug. He had to hold himself back from asking for the full story there and then.

He took you back to the House of Lamentation and let the others deal with tracking down those guys. The only person he really cared about at the moment was you, he could deal with those guys later

He prepared a bath for you using some of his favourite esential oils and bathbomb he has. If you are comfortable with it he would want to join you and give you a massage while you vent about the whole ordeal.

If you are not comfortable with that he will prepare something to eat and drink while you relax.

He wants you to relax as much as you can. You don't need to worry about those stalkers anymore. The next day will be dedicated only to self care for the both of you so he can take your mind off the incident.

He will also use his big following to speed up the whole investigation.

Once he finds out who those guys are he will ruin their social life in the worst ways possible. No need to harm them physically if you can ruin their life after all.

Beelzebub

He felt restless that night so he decided to go on a run to tire himself out. He had a really bad feeling about something but he couldn't figure out what.

In the end he decided it must have something to do with food so he went to get something on his way home from his run.

As he was waiting in line to order food he got a call from you. Just seeing you call him made him feel a little less hungry. But he lost all appetite for food when he heard your voice trembling, suddenly he understood where that nasty feeling he had came from.

He beat himself up for not being able to be there for you physically. What if they hurt you, or worse? He didn't even want to think about what 'worse' could mean.

He left that place and ran home as fast as he could straight to he Demon Lord's Castle to tell Barbatos to open a portal to the human world.

When he got to you he was out of breath from all the running, but when he saw that you weren't hurt he felt a huge weight off his shoulder dissapear.

He could smell the fear on you so he decided to carry you back home to his brothers.

He lets you talk about it over a meal he prepared for the both of you hemadeaneffortnottoeatit

He reassures you that you are safe there and that he won't let anything happen to you. In a way it he said that to reassure himself too, that he would not let anything hurt you.

He probably has to be stopped from eating those guys that followed you.

Every now and then instead of a nightmare with Lilith he gets a nightmare where you get hurt and he can't do anything to help you.

Belphegor

He was actually not asleep. He was in the planetarium stargazing when he got the call from you. He wondered what were you up to at this hour, maybe you were stargazing too?

He couldn't have guessed any more wrong even if he tried. Just hearing the way you asked him if you woke him up was enough to let him know something happened.

For a second he thought it was a nightmare, and was waiting to wake up, but hearing you continue to talk made him realize that it was reality.

As much as he didn't want to he went to Lucifer for help to not only get to you but to find out who those guys were.

When he got to you he didn't ask you to leave imediately. He stayed with you outside the car for a bit. He didn't want his brothers to start questioning you were still feeling like shit

As a way to calm you down he started to tell you about whatever constellation he could see in the sky at the moment. Just listenting to his voice made you relax and feel drowsy.

Noticing how you leaned on his shoulder and were about to fall asleep, he decided it was finally time to head home to his brothers.

He brought you straight to the planetarium, where he could continue telling you stories about different constellations and stars while he would play with your hair. You felt so nice and warm next to him that he struggled to stay awake.

Once he made sure you weren't having any nightmares and that you could sleep well he decided to talk with his brothers for the next course of action.

Once he finds out who those bastards are he will make sure they will have only nightmares for a long time.

[thebroccolination]

People Think Krist Is Homophobic (but He Isn’t)

[TW: discussions of homophobia, death threats, "the rape filter joke", etc.]

Last September, I made a thread about The Whole Krist Thing, and I'd like to make a version here on Tumblr as well.

NOTE: My being a queer fan of Krist doesn’t override the feelings or opinions of other queer people. I fully understand that time on this planet is limited and you don't need to exert precious energy into researching an actor. The reason I'm making this is to provide context for people who are new to the fandom or just wondering why Krist is known as homophobic.

- Why I Made the Twitter Thread -

As a queer international fan living abroad, my understanding of Thailand, Thai culture, and Thai language is extremely limited. Like most of us, I rely entirely on translations, both official and fan-made.

After watching SOTUS for the first time in 2020, I saw English-speaking fans claiming that Krist Perawat, the actor who played Arthit, was homophobic. And it wasn't just one or two people saying it. It was dozens. Hundreds. That called for some research. I loved Arthit, and Krist's empathetic portrayal of him didn't mesh with the angry guy in the Instagram photo I was seeing passed around.

I'd made a number of queer Peraya fans on Twitter, so I went to them individually and asked, "What's this about Krist being homophobic?" As queer fans who were knowledgable and openly fond of Krist, I wanted to hear their side of things.

They sent me links and photos and videos and translations that thoroughly explained how Krist's reputation for being homophobic had gotten so out of control. The problem: those things weren't compiled in one place, and they were all on Twitter where the Asian Peraya fandom is most active. Interfans, meanwhile, took the worst of everything they could find and compiled it into contextless videos for Instagram, YouTube, TikTok, etc. Since the vast majority of Krist's fanbase is spread across Asia and many of them don't engage with the international fandom, it's no wonder to me that the homophobia thing has become so ubiquitous over the years.

It's a paradox where, in order to see the evidence of Krist's allyship, you kind of have to be a fan already. Or you have to know which keywords to use to navigate Twitter's nightmare of a search function (I know, Tumblr is worse). While I made that thread, I was regularly texting Peraya I knew things like, "Do you know where that one interview from 2019 is?" or, "Did you take a screenshot of the marriage equality post he made last month?"

The thread was difficult to make, and I'm a fan! What I know of Krist, I know because I've been a fan for three years and I have access to information that fans who have been here much longer can find.

I also procrastinated on making it for ages. I knew the amount of vitriol people hold against him, and I just wanted to enjoy my time in fandom quietly without calling waves of anger and hate to my carefully curated little corner of sunshine.

Then Krist was in a car accident.

And even though he was reportedly driving safely and slowly, Thailand is notorious for its poorly maintained roads and a high number of traffic accidents. Only months after receiving his first driver's license, Krist's car flipped upside down, and he had to reassure fans from the hospital that he was physically all right, just shaken.

Meanwhile, some international fans thought it was funny.

And that's when I started making the thread.

So, with all that said, let's start with Krist's allyship, because I know most of us agree that that's the bare minimum for an actor working in the BL industry and profiting off the queer community.

- Acts of Allyship -

In the early days of their SOTUS fame, Krist and Singto were interviewed about the LGBTQ+ community.

Acceptance and equality is something that the LGBTQ community still struggles to achieve up to this day. But both Singto and Krist believe that this should not be the case. “They are just humans. They are like me, and they are like everyone,” Krist claims. Furthermore, he mentions that we should all be given the freedom to love anyone we want to love. “It’s just natural,” he says.

“They don’t have to understand now,” Singto says, referring to those who can’t grasp same-sex relationships. “One day, when they find their true love, they will realize that love is the same no matter the gender.” Krist adds, “Gender is not relevant when it comes to love. But in case some people still don’t understand this in time, what’s important is that we all give due respect to each other at the end of the day.”

He's also educated himself in colors representative of the LGBTQ+ community.

When Krist and Singto attended an award ceremony for their photoshoot in the gay magazine Attitude, Krist shared a sentiment that he gave to a queer friend of his. "If no one accepts you, you can stay with me, because I accept you for who you are." [Paraphrased]

Despite Thailand's current government leaning on BL series as a new soft power, it's still very conservative, and its people are to this day fighting to see equal marriage recognized.

Krist often adds his voice to this fight on Instagram, specifically as someone who works in the BL industry. These were in 2021 and 2022:

And, like many young people in Thailand, Krist also seems to support the Move Forward party. Earlier this week, he used an orange heart in a tweet to encourage people to go out and vote in the most recent election. One of the many things the Move Forward party is pushing for is the legalization of same-sex marriage "with the same rights and responsibilities as their heterosexual peers", which the current military government actively does not.

- His Circle -

When I was making my Twitter thread, I hesitated before including mention of his queer friends and coworkers. I knew how that would sound, but in the same way I felt it was important to mention my own queerness, I also think it's important to highlight not just the presence of queer people in his life, but how comfortable they are with him.

As I said in my Twitter thread, having queer friends isn’t indicative of anything substantial, but I do think it’s important to look at how those queer friends interact with him. If you’re queer, you know firsthand which friends you’d be physically affectionate with. The entertainment industry is its own world, of course, and the weight and meaning of relationships and connections can be different, but for all Krist's fame and popularity, he's not so famous or remotely powerful that faking a friendship with him is going to get them very far.

Among his queer friends, you've got Jennie who babies him, Godji who treats him like her son, and Oat who still adores him years after SOTUS. All of them queer, all of them visibly affectionate in a way that feels authentic, at least to me.

On the professional side of things, I think the best example of someone who wouldn't bother with him if he were homophobic is Golf Tanwarin Sukkhapisit. In 2022, Krist worked on The War of Flowers with Golf, a nonbinary queer activist, former MP, and director of The Eclipse. Since they're not just a queer person in the industry but a vocal queer activist who's made incredible progress for the community in their country, I value their judgment of his character.

Again, the reason I bring up these people isn't to say, "Look! Queer people! He knows some!"

It's to point out that he's close to them, and it disrespects their judgment to casually assume that they’d cosy up to a homophobe.

It's a small point, yes, but it was important to me when I first became a fan to see that queer people who know him personally had "vetted" him.

- Growth -

For this next section, I'll address three things I see brought up most often: the rape filter joke, the rumor that Krist said he doesn't like watching men kiss, and the claim that he's only doing BL because rent is due.

1) The Rape Filter Joke

In 2017, Krist and Singto were on a live with (I think) two other friends. They were testing out different filters, and when they got to a blur effect, one of them (one of the friends, I think) said it looked like the filter they put over victims of sexual assault on the news. They all laughed, including Krist and Singto.

I can't find a video of the original event, but we do have a translation of the apology he gave in 2018, and the public apology he made in 2020 when the video resurfaced again.

While this is unfortunate, and it would be nice if he hadn’t done it, I’m more interested in how he responds to criticism and his growth afterward. The incident was in 2017, but even speaking on it in 2020, he didn't make excuses for himself.

He apologized, accepted culpability, educated himself, and has never repeated it.

2) Krist "Doesn't Like to Watch Men Kiss"

There's also a claim that goes around that Krist said he doesn't like to watch men kiss. But that isn't what he said.

The subtitled interview that this claim was taken from has been split into two parts, and I think a lot of people have only seen the first half, if they've seen either.

(Also, my deepest apologies, but I'm linking you to Twitter for the video clips.)

In the first clip, the hosts tease Krist about Singto's sex scene with another actor in Close Friends. I can't speak to the nuances of what Krist is saying in Thai, but in the subtitles, he's basically saying that as a guy, he doesn't want to watch stuff like that and just skips past Singto and his partner to one of the other couples, like the male-female pairs. With just this clip, I agree that it doesn't sound great.

But in the second clip, the hosts tease Krist until he admits that the "stuff" he doesn't want to watch is Singto specifically kissing people who aren't him. Krist's jealousy, especially when it comes to Singto, is a well-trod fanservice joke.

3) He's Doing BL Only for the Money

I mean, I have no idea, but it'd be very weird if this was true, because he hasn't been in a BL since 2018 (if you count Our Skyy), and he's doing very well for himself financially.

Listen, this is probably the least serious people get when they criticize him, but I'm including it because why not, this is already a thesis.

From what I understand based on actors' comments, BL roles don't make a lot of money for the actors. (Boun even quoted a surprisingly low daily salary recently, and I'll share it here if I find it again.) Of course, I imagine Krist has enough fame and clout that he gets paid more than most actors, but to be frank, he absolutely makes more from all his other work.

Apart from the acting work he's done, he hosts two music shows, he starred in a musical recently, GMM just flew him to Japan for the first leg of his Asia concert tour, he runs a restaurant with Wave, and he has a bunch of sponsorships. And that's off the top of my head. The car from his accident in 2021 was a luxury model, and he replaced it with another pretty soon afterward. I'm not bragging for him or anything, but the "he's just doing BL for the money" is an odd thing to say when he probably already earns more than most without doing it.

It would have been a better argument back in 2016 when Krist's family was deep in debt. Krist's said that his main motivation to join the entertainment industry back then was to pay off that debt for his family, and he did so with the money he made from SOTUS.

Krist has spoken in the past about wanting to do more BL roles, but GMM preferred that he work with Singto. Now that Singto's left GMM (likely to start his own agency), Krist is in Be My Favorite, so I think his explanation tracks.

It's also worth mentioning that you can do something for the money and also love what you do. In the case of SOTUS, Arthit wasn't just a role that made him money, he's the character who changed Krist's life. He honors Arthit to this day by always wearing the bracelet he wore to his audition and by naming his music studio "SUN St." after Arthit.

(This is a very minor point, but I don't think a homophobe would cherish a queer role to quite that extent even if it was their kick-off point. If anything, they'd probably try to bury the role and pretend their real success started later.)

- Perception of Sexuality -

I think the reason the IG story hits people so hard is because Krist's reaction makes it seem like he's horrified that people could even think he's gay. My understanding is that he was tired of people interrogating him about his sexuality.

Krist is very openly affectionate with the people he loves, regardless of gender, which is clear in the photos with his friends above. Thus, he's always been like that with Singto. They hug before every show, they sleep on each other, cuddle, what have you. All the stuff of people who have developed a tight bond over the years.

When Krist was asked if he was afraid that that would put off potential partners in the future (which, good god, the questions they're asked) Krist said he doesn't care how people perceive his sexuality.

This was in 2018, the year Our Skyy aired, and he's said similar things in passing before and since.

- Conclusion -

All of what I've posted here is just a slice of what's out there. This is just the stuff I could find with reliable English translations because I'm making this for an English-speaking audience. Krist's fans already know all of this, which is why he has queer fans in the first place, and a lot of them are just too tired by hate fatigue to keep correcting misinformation.

I'm not trying to get every person in the world to like Krist, I promise. He's not perfect. He's a loud mess, and while he has four cats who love him, they're also exhausted by him. I just happen to like loud, obnoxious people, especially when they're as kind as he is.

There are plenty of Thai actors I don't vibe with for any number of reasons ranging from serious to petty. You have my written permission to dislike some people.

The Instagram story he posted was a bad move, we're all agreed. He agrees. He's apologized multiple times over the years. Whether one accepts his apologies is each person’s right, and I understand if this is enough to turn people away.

I just hope it's clear that he's been a staunch ally of the queer community and remains so to this day.

Personally, I'm more upset about the question.

This isn't a question you ask anyone.

And this wasn't the first fan to ask him.

According to people who have been fans from the SOTUS era, Krist and Singto were both relentlessly dogged by fans about 1) their sexualities and 2) details about their relationship with each other. We've all likely seen it happen to actors today, but back in 2016, there weren't hundreds of BL actors vying for the spotlight, so the spotlight hit Krist and Singto in a way that we can't imagine today. Most of us, myself included, arrived in this fandom long after SOTUS's meteoric rise to popularity that ended up saving GMMTV from bankruptcy, but given how many fans still behave like they're entitled to know an actor's sexuality, I think it's safe to trust that it was relentless. Fans accusing Kit Connor of "queerbaiting" as recently as 2022 is proof of that.

At the end of the day, there are plenty of reasons to dislike Krist, just like there are to dislike any person on this planet. He's hyperactive, he's whiny, etc. He's not flawless, but I think he's more than shown through his actions that he isn't homophobic, either.

He's not some actor playing queer roles for clout. He's vocally supportive of queer rights, and he backed that up this week in the polls by voting for the most progressive party in his country who are actively pushing for marriage equality.

But like I said, you don't have to like him, so I'll end this post with a quote from a friend who doesn't like Krist for the funniest reason I've ever heard:

"I don't think Krist is homophobic. I just don't like him because he reminds me of every kindergartener who demanded my attention at the exact moment when I was carrying something that could spill – and then it did spill, and they laughed about it for five minutes."

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Protection.

Written for the very, very lovely @letstalktea.

Pairing: Simeon x Yandere!Reader (Obey Me).

Word Count: 6.0k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Manipulation, Reader Puts Themself In Dangerous Situations But Has No Intention To Actually Die, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Implied Masturbation, and Stalking.

The day Simeon was assigned to you was also the first day he saved your life.

It was mostly an ornamental title, that of a guardian angel. Humans, by and large, lived terribly mundane and predictable lives, with little conflict and outcomes that couldn’t be helped by the gentle tug to the strings of fate angels were allowed to provide from the comfort of the Celestial Realm. Simeon had looked after hundreds of charges in the past, had seen countless mortal lives start and end, and even he could count the number of times he’d been forced or able to intervene on a single hand. Normally, an angel of his rank wouldn’t be given such a hollow assignment at all, but you were a special case – your previous guardian injured in a rare skirmish with a hostile demon and anyone else who might’ve taken on her responsibilities during her recovery already looking after one or more human charges. If he arranged it, your safety could have easily been handed off to another low-ranking angel with an apology and a promise that they’d be relieved soon, but what kind of leader would that make Simeon? Certainly not the type he cared to be.

No, you were the only mortal being in any of the three realms to ever have an archangel at their disposal. If you had any way of knowing who was looking after you, you surely would’ve counted yourself lucky.

Outings like this were also rather unorthodox, even more so for someone of his rank. It really wasn’t necessary, he had ways of monitoring you from the comfort of the Celestial Realm, but he liked to handle such intimate matters personally, and he wasn’t going to turn down an excuse to step out of his office for the better part of a morning. With a crepe from the stand you’d passed a few minutes ago in one hand and the other fussing with the collar of a coat meant to block out a chill he could only pretend to feel, Simeon trailed a few hundred feet after you, keeping your brightly colored scarf in the corner of his eye as he let himself get lost in the flow of the crowd. When you came to a busy intersection, he stopped as well, stepping under the patio of a small coffee shop and checking his watch. He’d already reviewed your schedule, already knew that your office was just another block away. You’d stay in the building until this afternoon, then stop at a local bar for a few drinks with a friend. The rest of your night would be spent in your apartment, some decade-old drama playing in the background as you worked on one of your constantly rotating hobbies. A simple life, but one you seemed to find satisfying enough. One that kept you out of trouble, meaning that there’d be less trouble for him, too.

He allowed himself a small smile. Just as his lips quirked upward, the crowd behind you shifted, knocking those closest to the curb forward and throwing you off-balance. He could see you start to tilt, make out your eyes widening as you turned to face the oncoming traffic you’d be stumbling into, but Simeon only hummed, raising a hand and curling two fingers into his palm. As if on the other end of a line, you jerked back, falling onto the sidewalk rather than the road and saving you both a great deal of worry. It would’ve been a meaningless death, a total accident with minimal impact on all those involved. In cases like this, so purposelessly tragic, the greater forces of fate and destiny seemed willing to turn a blind eye.

You didn’t move immediately, remaining on the ground even after the pedestrian single buzzed and the crowd surrounding you began to move, but your shock didn’t surprise him – most mortals had keener senses than creatures who worked with the supernatural cared to acknowledge. Rather, what caught him off-guard was the second you took to glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his for the briefest of moments before a woman passing by offered you a hand and knocked you out of your temporary trance. He was nearly too stunned to move until you were out of his sight, but his shock dissipated with a breath of a laugh, a quick shake of his head. You were lucky, after all.

At least this assignment was proving to be an interesting one, after all.

~

The second time he saved you, he began to consider consulting your previous guardian about any curses or hexes you might’ve been the victim of. In jest, of course.

At that point, it was only in jest.

To your credit, he hadn’t even intended to visit you, that day. He’d been in the Human World on business (if he could call Luke’s seasonal urge to ‘observe mortal winter traditions’ business).  Checking on his ill-fated ward while he was in the neighborhood was just a whim, an excuse to carve out a few minutes for himself in an otherwise hectic day. Call it… an older brother’s intuition. Clairvoyancy had never been one of his talents, but somehow, he must’ve known something would happen to you.

He found you, strangely enough, deviating from your usual routine – taking a late-night walk through one of the more scenic parts of your city. Much of the population had already taken shelter from the biting cold, but you seemed content meandering through a local park, wandering down an overgrown footpath at a pace that rang true to your lack of destination. He trailed behind you, remaining just outside of your peripheral. He’d always been charmed by moments like this; so small, so inconsequential, so human. The Celestial Realm was such a bright place, so crowded with so much to get done. As an angel, he rarely had a minute to spare. Humans, on the other hand, were happy to act as if they had all the time in the world to waste.

With your hands shoved in your pockets and your head bowed low, you started onto a dilapidated wooden bridge, the river below already covered in a thin layer of frost but not quite frozen. You only paused when you reached the center, leaning out over a rotting guardrail and admiring the view, although he couldn’t say he was sure what you were hoping to see.

You were too close to notice, but Simeon caught it. He looked on with the rapt attention of a well-trained voyeur as the post of the guardrail buckled and dislocated, as rotting wood fell away from rusting nails and began to collapse onto the ice below. This time, it was genuine panic that flooded into his veins, overwhelming his better judgement in a way your last bout of misfortune hadn’t. There was no time to think about which trick he wanted to use, about whether or not this fate would be one the strings of destiny would guide you towards; one moment, he was watching you jolt forward and the next, he was at your side, his arms wrapped around your waist as he hauled you back onto the bridge, as both of you collapsed into a heap of wide eyes and unsteady breathing. You didn’t make a sound, your shock intense enough to make you swallow all but the smallest, sharpest gasp. Poor thing. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if the fright alone was enough to make your heart stop.

Still, you recovered quickly, forcing out a jarring laugh as you struggled to untangle yourself from him. Eventually, you managed to sit up, coming to rest on your knees. “I—I’m sorry, this just happened a few weeks ago, too. I would’ve gotten hit by a car if—” You cut yourself off, slamming your hands against your thigh. “I… I think I’ve just been unlucky, lately. Or, really lucky, if you’re that kind of person.”

It took him a second to find his own voice, another to realize he had to use it. “I’m just glad I was passing by.” He tried to sound like he was just as shaken up as you were, just as inexperienced with death as the average mortal would be. It was both a comfort and a new source of anxiety that the way his voice shook was not completely within his control. “Are you alright? I know some first aid, or I could call a—”

You were kind enough to put him out of misery quickly. “No, no, I’m fine. I couldn’t ask you to do anything else for me.” Your smile was brilliant – delicate, but brilliant, a beautiful example of mortal fortitude. “In fact, I should be the one doing something for you. Considering how cold that water is, I’m pretty sure you just saved my life.”

“That won’t be necessary.” He was far too involved already. Most guardian angels went decades before ever seeing their human wards in-person, let alone speaking to them. If your eyes had actually met during your previous encounter, this would be the second time you’d spotted your unseen protector. “If you’re not injured,” he started, standing to his full height and offering you a hand. With no hesitation, you accepted it, letting him pull you onto your feet. “I’d be happy knowing you got home safely. That is, if you’re comfortable with an escort.”

He moved to pull his hand out of yours, but your grip was iron-clad. “C-can I have your name?” It was less of a question and more of a plea, as if you were asking him for the antidote to some fatal illness. When he hesitated, his smile faltering, you went on, your nails digging into the skin of his wrist. If he’d been anything less than what he was, it might’ve hurt. “I just—I know it sounds insane, but I’ve just got this feeling that we’ve met before, and something’s going to happen to me if we don’t—”

“Simeon,” he said, his grin taking on a comforting note. Slowly, as best not to startle you, he brought up his free hand, cupping your cheek as gently as he could. “You don’t have to justify yourself. It’s Simeon.”

You beamed, moving to respond, but a burst of golden light erupted from his palm before you could so much as open your mouth. He saw the faintest hint of confusion play across your expression, but in a moment, your eyes fell shut, your body going limp. For what felt like the hundredth time, you threatened to collapse, but he caught you before you could hit the ground – taking you in his arms and letting out a breath of a laugh. He’d take you back to your apartment, and by morning, you’d have no recollection of your brief encounter. Hopefully, the spell would help to dull the memories of the first time he overstepped his boundaries too, but he could only hope for so much.

As long as you stayed out of trouble, he would be happy to look after his ill-fated little ward from a distance.

~

The twelfth time he saved you, he realized that ‘distance’ was not something you took lightly.

Admittedly, he probably should’ve caught on after the fourth incident, when you walked out onto melting ice with little more protection than a paper-thin cardigan and a pair of snow damaged dress-shoes, or the eighth, when you accepted a friend of a friend’s invitation to go on a sky-view tour of the city in the plane he’d made by-hand (luckily, your flying coffin never gotten more than a few feet of the ground – something that had nothing to do with Simeon’s interference). Denial made him slow to realize what was going on, even slower to accept that you might’ve been something more than a particularly unfortunate mortal. In all that he’d seen of human behavior, one core tenant had always held true; that, above all else, they would seek their own preservation. The evidence that you might be doing something, anything other than doing what little you could to make your already short life a few years longer was inconvenient enough to ignore, if only for the time it took him to attend to his responsibilities in the Celestial Realm.

…responsibilities your self-sacrificial tendencies quickly found a way to tamper with, as well. He really had to give you more credit – it must’ve been difficult to interfere with matters on a plane you couldn’t have known even existed, and yet, you found a way.

It was a cherub that alerted him, bursting into a meeting Micheal had called among the archangels. The boy was red-faced and panting, but managed to speak before Simeon could call for a healer. “There’s—” He paused, struggled to pull air into his lungs. “Simeon, sir, there’s an emergency.”

 With a slow exhale, he pushed himself to his feet. The other archangels offered no protest, only nodding as he positioned himself at the cherub’s side and rested a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You were right to come to me. What’s wrong?”

Another gasping breath, a white-knuckle grip to the side of the marble door. “It’s your ward.”

Instantly, Simeon’s expression fell.

He didn’t stop to wait for a more descriptive explanation. Rather, he urged the cherub to take a seat and rushed into the empty hallway, summoning a small orb of reflective golden light with a flick of his wrist. Nearly lost in the summoned sunrays was, of course, a projection of you, walking along a concrete ledge no thicker than your wrist. The greater context was lost on him, but he saw enough to recognize where you were – on the roof of your office building, dozens of stories above the ground. You were missing your blazer, too, and one of your shoes. He could only imagine where you’d lost them.

Mouth agape and eyes wide, Simeon watched in pure disbelief as you inched forward, your balance more of a hopeful thought than a practiced skill. Despite your shaking legs and unsteady posture, a smile was plastered across your lips, toothy and almost painfully wide. You looked ecstatic, despite being one misstep away from a certain and sudden death. If he hadn’t known better, he would’ve called you zealous.

For long, agonizing seconds, it was all he could do to watch you, to try to separate the sound of his heart beating in his ears from that of his racing pulse. His vision blurred with panic, a strange mix of dread and adrenaline muting what few rational thoughts he could summon. There was something else blended into the combination, too – something darker, something that seemed to coil in the depths of his chest and tear at his ribs as it expanded. Hatred was not a feeling most angels were capable of, let alone familiar with to identify without deep self-reflection and weeks of careful meditation, and yet, in that moment, Simeon knew he loathed you. For making him bend the rules he’d lived by for so long. For making him feel something other than a vague, warm fondness for the humans he’d always held such affection for.

He loathed himself, for being foolish enough to save your life in the first place.

When you finally slipped, the heel of your remaining shoe slipping over the ledge and throwing off your delicate balance, it was all Simeon could do to watch, to stare at the projection and pray to whoever angels prayed to that he’d bring himself to keep watching until you went tumbling over the wrong side, until you fell just like you were supposed to have fallen weeks ago, months ago, when he first took charge of your protection. He wanted to do nothing. He willed himself to do nothing.

And, in the end, he failed to do even that. As if by means beyond his control, his fist clenched at his side, an orb of pale blue light encompassing his hand before bursting a moment later. It wasn’t much, a half-hearted effort stifled further by the distance between you and him, but the effect was instantaneous, as effective as it would’ve been if he’d been able to put anything more than a passing thought into it.

You fell about five, ten feet before your back collided with a misplaced suspended platform, conveniently forgotten by some maintenance team and placed just low enough to remain out of your line of sight. The force of the impact was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, to leave you stunned and breathless for a minute, then another, but your manic smile never wavered, and the first sound you made was not a shriek of horror or a pained groaned, but a bright, airy laugh – windchimes caught in a stray breeze, nails carving into marble. You threw your head back, raising a hand to the collar of your dress-shirt and toying with the fabric before your attention drifted, before your touch strayed down the length of your chest and came to rest above your stomach, then lower, fingers slipping underneath your waistband and—

And Simeon cut off the projection there, banishing the orb of golden light and leaving himself alone in the glimmering hallway. He didn’t realize he was panting until he heard his own ragged breathing echoing off of the bare walls, until he could bring himself to acknowledge his heaving chest and the overwhelming exhaustion that urged him to shut his eyes and forget he’d taken you on at all.

That wasn’t an option, though, not in a position like his, not when the burden he’d taken on was a creature like you.

He allowed himself a moment to gather his composure, another to remind himself that his burden was no greater with you than it had been when he was looking after any of his other wards, then started toward the counsel room where he’d left the others. He owed quite the apology to the cherub who’d watched you on his behalf, and more importantly, he had to think about what should be done about you.

~

The forty-seventh time he saved you, he knew that thinking wasn’t an option, anymore. Something had to be done.

You were bleeding. You’d scraped your knees the first time he saved your life, come out of the twenty-sixth with a papercut that’d take a few days to heal, but he’d never drawn blood, never stayed long enough to see it dripping down your skin, leaving small pinpricks of dark scarlet soaking into the dirt and painted across the leaf litter as you limped forward. There was a jagged cut torn into your left bicep, a patch of exposed tissue and viscera on your thigh where there should’ve been flesh, and the deep, uneven scratches etched down the length of your back showed no signs of clotting under his constant surveillance. Even more stomach-turning were the bruises stamped into your legs, blossoming rows of discolored skin that you’d earned from hours’ worth of stumbling down rocky slopes and getting caught on overgrown foliage. You were barefoot, your shoes having split apart at the seams after you waded through a stream much deeper and much darker than he would’ve liked. He could only imagine how you were still moving. Of all the admirable qualities you lacked, ‘perseverance’ had never been something you found yourself without.

He made only the most superficial attempts to conceal himself, trailing just far enough behind you for the darkness to obscure his presence. There was no magic, this time, no getting lost in the crowd or relying on your own divided attention – just his soft footsteps and your ragged breathing and muted sounds of forest nightlife somehow rising above it all. If he listened closely, he thought he could still hear traffic in the distance, the occasional late-night driver swerving to avoid colliding with the car you’d abandoned by the side of the road, but there was a good chance it was just a figment of his imagination. You must’ve been miles away from the nearest scrap of civilization. He would’ve been surprised if the search party made it this far when they came looking for your body in the morning.

Eventually, you seemed to find what you were looking for: a sudden break in the forest that led to a sheer drop-off so sudden and so tall, whatever lay on the ground below was lost to a void of endless darkness. You didn’t pause like you used to, didn’t clench your eyes shut or take a moment to summon your courage, but he could hear you muttering something under your breath – praying, he realized, as his heart dropped into his stomach. You were praying.

Really, he could only be thankful that you hadn’t started earlier.

Slowly, agonizingly, he watched you inch your way toward the cliffside, every step a miracle and every second an eternity of torture. You only paused when you reached the very edge, staring down into the endless abyss as a slight grin came to rest across your lips. He almost expected you to jump, to use what little strength you had left to throw yourself into what he’d worked so hard to save you from, but no, you weren’t so cruel as to mock him so openly. Rather, you merely leaned forward, shutting your eyes and—

“Please don’t.”

There was no magic, no spells, no divine interference. If it’d been too late, if you’d been a little closer, all his half-hearted request would’ve done was ensure you spent your final moments in panicked confusion, but it wasn’t too late, and you were far enough to catch yourself before you so much as started to fall. He expected you to turn toward him with a new light in your eyes and a certain levity you only seemed to carry after your brief encounters, but you only glanced over your shoulder, still wearing that deceivingly soft smile. Looking at it now, he could almost see how he’d mistaken you for just another innocent soul.

Almost.

“You’re not going to tackle me this time?” You sounded disappointed. “Christ, it’s been… what? Seven months since the last time you touched me?” An airy laugh, a near-wistful sigh. “And four since I so much as saw you in person. If that was even you. You make yourself hard to find, ‘specially considering what I have to go through to get your attention.”

When he didn’t respond, didn’t move, you went on, your eyes falling back to the abyss. “You are him, right? It’s hard to tell if I can’t see your face. I mean, it’d still be hard if I could see your face, but c’mon. At least give me a fighting chance.” And then, with a little more thought. “I’d threaten to jump if you don’t come out, but you probably won’t let me get very far, would you?”

He was tempted to. Words couldn’t express how much he wanted to be able to say, confidently and without hesitation, that if you decided to jump, he wouldn’t intervene, wouldn’t exert himself in the slightest to save you from the consequences of your own actions, but that’d be a lie. What would he tell the other archangels? That he was incapable of safeguarding a single human? What would he tell himself as you disappeared into the darkness, as he counted the seconds until your body hit the ground? Would he wait? Would you even go through with it when he’d already given you what you came here for?

The answer didn’t matter. He was a coward at heart, still too afraid to know what he’d do to himself if something happened to you after everything he’d done. He took a moment to gather himself, to make sure he was in a form you’d recognize, and another to step into the moonlight, into sight. Rather than turning to face him, you waited until he’d joined you by the ledge. Even now, you had him at your beck and call – something he could only hope you didn’t know to take joy in.

“Please don’t,” he repeated, his voice quieter and heavy with exhaustion. It was a struggle to force himself to speak to you at all, considering how long he’d spent chastising himself for ever being anything more than a hand tugging at the strings of fate in your peripheral. “I…I’ve already crossed too many lines to help you. I don’t know if another miracle would go unpunished.”

“Is that what they are? Miracles?” If you saw his fatigue, if you cared about the downward slant of his shoulders or the dark rings under his eyes, it wasn’t enough to dampen your mirth, to earn your sympathy. “I guess that would make you an angel, huh? I mean, I always thought you were an angel – you just seemed so much like one – but there was a week or so in January where I got really into studying demonic pacts and—” You cut yourself off, shaking your head as you laughed. “You are an angel, right?”

Despite his better judgement, he nodded. Why would he try to hide anything from you now? Clearly, your fondness for him was not lessened by deprivation. “I’m an angel.” And then, after a second of thought, “An archangel, to be specific. You had another guardian initially, but I took over after they were wounded.”

He didn’t mention that an angel of his rank would usually be as far from the Human Realm as it was possible for a celestial creature to be, that he had taken it upon himself to ensure your safety despite knowing you would be just as protected in the hands of a seraphim or throne, nor how little he should’ve had to interfere with your life. He considered, briefly, that it might help you to know that he was beginning to suspect your first encounter was a mistake in itself, that he may have overestimated just how much influence a being like him could leverage in a life as short and as pliable as yours, but ultimately bit his tongue. You were still on the ledge, more literally than he cared for. If you were willing to deliver yourself to a reaper’s doorstep when you were just trying to get his attention, he couldn’t imagine what you’d do to yourself if you knew that your paths were never supposed to cross in the first place.

“An archangel.” Luckily, you didn’t seem to care about the details. “Does that mean you’re important?”

“You could say that.” Too important to be answering your questions in the middle of the night, certainly. “Would it change anything if I was?”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t care if you were an angel or a demon or a…” There was a vague gesture, a slight shrug. “A three-headed dog, or something. I just want to get to know you.”

Simeon felt something in the back of his throat tighten. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know that you’ve been looking out for me. I know that, no matter what I do, you’ll always be right there to make sure I don’t get hurt.” You took a step back, but any relief he might’ve felt was dampened and crushed as you latched onto his arm, your hold snare-like and desperate. He could’ve pulled himself away, exerted less than an ounce of effort to maintain what little distance there was between you and him, but he didn’t move, didn’t let himself believe you wouldn’t close the distance as quickly as he could make it. It reminded him of the last time he appeared to you, of how tightly you’d held onto him as you begged for his name. Not much had changed, since then. If anything, he should’ve taken it as the first sign that you would need to be dealt with in the not-so-distant future and snuffed out the problem while you were still little more than a mortal attempting to survive a string of bad luck. “I’d know your name, too, but…” You trailed off, shook your head. When you tilted your head back, when he could bring himself to meet your unblinking stare, there was a thin glaze cast across your eyes, a fog that wasn’t quite as thick as it should’ve been. “I think someone took that away from me. That doesn’t matter, though – I’m willing to learn it again, if you’re willing to tell me. If you’re willing to be patient with me.”

He'd been patient. He’d been nothing but patient since the day he took you as his ward. “It would be for the best if I didn’t.”

“Why not?” The question was airy, spoken with a breathy chuckle laced around the edges. “Is it for my own protection? Are you doing this to keep me safe, too?”

“I don’t think it would—”

“Why not?” This time, the laugh it was paired with was slightly more forced, slightly more jarring. “I’m not trying to put pressure on you – I would never want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to – but I just—We’ve just been apart for so long, and I don’t want to you to disappear again without telling me when you’ll be back.” Your nails burrowed into his skin, your chest pressing into his side. “I love you.”

He couldn’t remember the last time an angelic being had been brought to the brink of losing consciousness by little more than a human’s words. Simeon supposed this might’ve been the first time.

His tongue felt dry, his throat filled with cotton. It took a considerable effort to speak, and even then, it came out as a harsh whisper, something unbefitting of his usual eloquence. “You don’t.”

“I don’t know how you could say that.” If he didn’t know better, he would’ve said you sounded hurt. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought you were still passing yourself off as human. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for months, now. I came all the way out here just hoping you would follow me. I nearly threw myself off of a cliff just to make you look at me.”

He frowned, moved to speak, but you weren’t going to let him attempt to argue, or soothe you, or whatever you assumed you were going to do. With a manic glint in your eyes and a broken laugh, you took him by both arms and forced him to face you. He could resist it, if he wanted to. He could, and yet, he let you jerk him forward, let you pretend you could manhandle him into looking at you with the same adoration in his eyes that sparked in yours when you looked at him. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been putting myself in danger for you. I went to church for you.” You had. He remembered that – or, more precisely, he remembered how you’d attempted to swallow down a bottle of liquid frankincense after the sermon. “And you spent all this time looking after me, taking care of me. You can’t say I don’t love you.”

There was a pause, a change in your tone. As if you were just vocalizing something you’d already repeated to yourself a thousand times.

“You can’t say you don’t love me. At least a little.”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the gesture meant purely to calm in the absence of physical necessity. Careful not to startle you, he raised a hand, and you let him, your hold on him loosening until it fell away completely. You didn’t step back, didn’t dare to give him the space you thought he would need to get away, and in return, he brushed against your arm, a gentle silver glow emitting from his fingertips and washing over the cut on your left bicep. When he pulled away, the injury was gone, a thin pale line in its place. Next was your thigh, his touch slightly more ginger, his light slightly duller. You didn’t seem to notice, only leaning into him. Whether you were soaking in his attention or simply thankful he hadn’t left you to bleed out, he didn’t want to know. “And what would you do? If I was in love with you, I mean.”

You caught on that, but only for a moment, recovering before your smile could so much as waver. “I’m not sure,” you admitted, your head tilting to the side. “But, we’d be together. We could get to know each other – actually know each other. No more hiding or magic or meeting each other at midnight in the middle of nowhere.” That earned a breath of a laugh, more out of exasperation than anything else. Still, you drank it down like holy nectar. “It’d be nice. I already know I love you, but maybe, after a while, you’d be sure that you loved me.”

He thought, briefly, about asking you to turn around, about taking care of the scratches etched into your back, too, but decided against it. “And that’s all you want? To be close to me?”

“To be with you,” you corrected, but the opportunity only seemed to add to your excitement. “But, yeah, basically. I just don’t want us to have to be apart again.”

If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought the idea sounded romantic.

He didn’t indulge you with a response. Rather, he brought his hand up to your cheek, letting you melt into his palm. With a small smile, he leaned forward, pressing the faintest, gentlest kiss into your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. He felt you jolt underneath him, your shock momentarily overshadowing your delusions, but you managed to hold yourself still as his lips came to rest against yours. To your credit, you didn’t try to deepen the kiss, only shutting your eyes and bringing your hands to his shoulders, content to have him closer than he’d ever been before. You were still human, after all, still yielding in the face of your desires.

Even in the state you’d driven yourself to, you were still human.

There was a second passed in silence, then a blinding burst of golden light. You seemed to fight it, at first, pulling away from him abruptly and stumbling back, betrayal written across your expression, but it was Simeon’s turn to hold onto you, now, to take you by either side and keep you pressed against his chest. He watched you open your mouth, start to spit something out, but whatever you might’ve said was lost to slumped shoulders, an uncooperative tongue, every part of you suddenly obeying another master. He caught one more glint of hurt in your eyes before your body went slack, collapsing in on itself with little ceremony. As poor as your luck was, you slanted towards the ledge, but he held you tight, pulling you into his arms, into his protection.

He couldn’t erase your memories. Clearly, blocking out the finer details of your encounters and replacing them with plausible substitutions had done more harm than good, driven you to seek out both your invisible guardian and what you thought some malicious stranger had been taken from you. He couldn’t pass you off to another angel, either. That’d just be cruel and, what’s more, you’d already seen his face. He doubted giving you a new toy to play with would do anything but solidify a bad habit.

Momentarily, his eyes drifted back to the cliffside, to the ledge that you’d already nearly fallen off by no means other than your own volition. Angels had done worse and retained their purity, their rank. He could call it an accident, claim that the mysterious machinations of fate and destiny simply wouldn’t let him intervene and hope that no one would think to ask too many questions. He could do it, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Because you were human. Because, so long as you were human, so long as you were mortal, it would be his duty to protect you.

A faint grin came to rest across his lips – the first genuine smile he’d worn that night.

Luckily, with a little help from Simeon, you wouldn’t be human for much longer.

[youflowerr-youfeast]

Daisy. ( I )

Author’s note: Hi! Hello! Trying to dip my toe back into writing, so I’m not sure how good/well it going to go, but I hope you like this because I have some cute plans for it. 🤍 G xx

Summary: y/n has a vision impairment and Harry takes a liking to her canine companion.

TW - mentions of blindness/head trauma.

1.3k words.

PART II

The repetitive noise of the grinder filled the small coffee shop as you stirred the singular sugar into your mug of coffee.

The London summer had just begun and you’d tried to get yourself into the routine of getting out of the house a bit earlier to enjoy the morning sun against your skin.

You sat yourself in the corner of the cafe up against the window so you could still enjoy the warmth of outside without the incessant noise of London traffic.

Noise was something you’d become accustomed to either love or hate. Because it was all you really had at your disposal when trying to navigate the outside world.

At the age of seven you had lost your eyesight due to an accident that occurred while ice skating on a winter family getaway.

While skating in the late, cold, winter afternoon you’d taken quite a violent tumble which had seen the back of your head smack against the solid ice.

As soon as your head hit the ice your consciousness was lost and the many hours later that it returned, your eyes opened to complete darkness - it was like you were trapped in a dark cave with no escape.

You soon learned that from the incident that occurred on the ice, your occipital lobe had acquired significant damage that had lead to complete vision loss.

You were seven. You’re now 25. It had been 18 years since your eyes had taken in light, colour, shapes and, most importantly, faces.

So, sound and touch very quickly became you’re only vices of getting through day to day life, except for your trusty sidekick, Daisy, your seeing eye dog.

You had received her when you turned 19 years of age and made the brave decision to move out of home. You didn’t live alone though. You had your roommate, Freya, who you became very fast friends with through university.

She too was always a great help through day to day life, but the best thing about her is that she respected your independence and your need to be able to do things alone.

You took the last few sips of your coffee and wiped your mouth down with a napkin.

“Ok, Daisy, time to head to class, hey,” you stated as you felt around for your aged tote bag and tugged on your dog’s harness.

You stood from the seat and carefully navigated your way out of the cafe, waving a polite thank you to the staff.

“I think we’ve got enough time to wander through the park, little daisy girl,” you stated as you placed your AirPods in your ears.

Technology also helped you a lot. It helped you to get around without having to always depend on someone.

You had become very comfortable and familiar with the part of London you lived in though, so it wasn’t always something you needed.

Daisy began to help lead you to the park, a little detour you’d decided to take on your way to uni.

She sat patiently waiting to help you cross the busy road when you heard a mumble outside of your AirPods.

You quickly removed one from your ear and turned towards the noise, unsure of its origin.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt- just was sayin’ you have a beautiful dog,” the voice said.

A small smile graced your face, “Oh, yeah, thanks. I assume she is too,” you replied politely.

The voice chuckled softly, “You assume?” it asked with a tone of slight confusion.

“Ah, yeah, well.. given I can’t see her, it’s all I can do,” you responded with a gentle giggle.

As the stranger looked down again they were quick to notice the harness upon the golden labrador was attached to a small vest that had “assistance dog” embroidered into it.

“Oh my god- I’m such a fuckin’ idiot.. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

She cut off the embarrassed, rambling stranger, “Trust me, it’s totally fine,” you reassured them with a sweet smile.

Sometimes your independence could be misleading, but I guess that’s always why people shouldn’t ever judge a book by its cover.

The stranger couldn’t help but notice how nice your small smile was to look at; they couldn’t help but think how nice a proper, big smile would look plastered on your face.

They nodded, coming down from their short wave of embarrassment, “Still inconsiderate of me to not notice..” the voice paused,”‘m Harry, by the way,” he said, impulsively feeling the need to intro himself.

Your head turned back towards him, following the sound, “Nice to meet you, Harry. I’m Y/N. And this is Daisy.”

The alarm to cross the road started to sound and your dog stood from her spot and began to guide you across the road.

Harry immediately felt the need to follow.

“Still feel like a bit of a dickhead for being so unobservant,” he said while falling to step beside you, “surely I could do something to make up for it.”

You were surprised to hear his voice following you across the street.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Easy mistake to make. Plus.. I won’t lie.. I’m not majorly into the habit of letting strangers I meet on the street.. that I can’t see.. just hang out with me,” you explained with a small chuckle, trying your best to not sound rude in anyway.

His laugh filled your ears.

You either loved or hated sounds. It was your key to navigating every space around you. This sound? This was a sound you liked. A lot.

“That’s very fair, actually. Seems a shame though. I feel like Miss Daisy and I here could have been a super cute couple,” he said through a grin that you could hear.

And then he saw it. A smile that filled your face. And it was a sight he wanted to see over and over again.

A laugh tumbled through your lips at his cheeky comment and you shook your head while biting your lip softly, “Mm. That is too bad. She’s also a lesbian so I don’t see it working out,” you joked in response.

“Ah, fuck! Not again. Always falling for the wrong ones,” he said in joking exaggeration.

As you halted at another set of pedestrian lights you couldn’t help but smile and giggle at the funny, sweet stranger following you and your dog through the London streets.

You let a small sigh pass your lips, “Uh- fuck it. Fine. I’ll go out on a limb here,” you smiled, “but if you end up being a murderer, I’ll have to put Daisy into attack mode,” you joked.

Harry’s face lit up with a smile that had his dimples sit in, “Understood,” he said with a tone full of joy.

“I have a class to get to but, maybe some other time you can take Daisy out. Wine and dine her,” you respond, the tone of your voice matching his.

“Please. Only vintage champagnes and caviar for her. Nothing less,” he chuckled.

Both of your giggles filled the air as he pulled out his phone. He opened up his contacts application, “what number should I try and call Miss Daisy on then?”

You smiled, “She lost her phone recently, so I guess I’ll just have to give to mine.”

“Ah, what a bummer,” he quipped, unable to wipe the grin from his face.

You told him your phone number through a few more giggles and then heard the pedestrian crossing alarm sound once again.

“Well, that’s me,” you said through a soft smile, “I’ll make sure Daisy gets back to you.”

You began to make your way across the road with the aid of your dog.

“Can’t wait.” He said, not being able to fight the smirk gracing his face as he watched you walk away.

Thank you so much for reading gorgeous humans! I really hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know if you're interested in me continuing this cute little story and if you have any other ideas/requests. Love, G xx

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Cover-Up

[A longwinded ramble / theory about Gabe's death]

[Angst - 569 words]

[TW: Character Death, Alcoholism, Drunk Driving, Grief]

It was already dark when Gabe finished up his security gig and drove toward home. There was nothing out of the ordinary, just a crisp autumn night in early September. He had the radio on in his truck, listening to whatever songs came up without a worry in the world. He came to a green light, quickly checked both ways and progressed.

Colm was also on his way home after a night of relapse at the bar. He was leaning over to the passenger’s seat to grab another beer - one hand on the wheel, lead foot on the gas pedal, no eyes on the road. He sped through the intersection, oblivious to the red light and Gabe’s truck passing through the center. 

The alpha had tried to avoid it, but what could he do? By the time he saw the little black car charging toward the driver’s side door, it was already too late. His truck slid sideways across the street, smashing the other side of the truck against the traffic light pole. Gabe was dead on impact, never knowing a member of his pack had been the one to kill him.

It was just past midnight when the police came knocking on David’s door. He was still half asleep, barely conscious as the police tried explaining what happened. He almost thought he was still dreaming, stuck in some fucked up nightmare. But it wasn’t. His dad was dead, and some drunk driver killed him. 

He didn’t feel the need to ask who this mystery driver was, he honestly had no desire to know. It was easier to think of the driver as more of a concept than a person. Drunk driving killed Gabe Shaw. It was more palatable than the crushing reality that another living, breathing person had been the sole reason that his dad was dead and his pack was without an alpha. Knowing Colm had been that unnamed driver would not have helped anything, and it certainly wouldn’t have made stepping up into his father’s role any easier. 

David lost all the family he’d ever had and, on top of that, the entirety of his pack looked to him for guidance and leadership in his father’s stead. There was no space to worry about the poor sonofabitch who ran that red light with everything else he had to shoulder. So he didn’t know any better, and neither did the pack. DUMP made sure of that.

The department made sure no one knew one of their ex-investigators had driven drunk and killed the alpha of his pack. They knew it would not have helped their already strained relationship with the general empowered public, so they kept it under wraps. They got him into AA and made him pay a fine that was nowhere close to punishment enough and sent him on his way. 

Colm had already made a great deal of progress with his gambling before the accident, but the crash really set him straight. He quit drinking, he stopped going out to the casino, and he tried being a better man. The guilt ate at him and served as the ultimate encouragement to fix himself and get in line. He was given a second chance, he wasn’t gonna waste it. He lives with the shame of what he did, keeping it buried in his chest where it will stay with him until the day he dies. 

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to continue with the paul celebrations.... any fave paul fics? fanart? fanvids?

[in reference to my meltdown yesterday over Paul lol]

Every day is a Paul Strickland celebration day over at my blog!!

I will gladly link to some of my faves...

Fanart:

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Fics:

◆ they say you're holding onto heartache by @dotsunflowers (Words: 1.6K; Rating: T)

After the visit to the cardiologist, and after his fight with Marjan, Paul can't stop thinking about his heart. Or the way heart metaphors now seemed to be absolutely everywhere.

◆ Ride or Die by @tailoredshirt (Words: 2.4K; Rating: T; TW: semi-graphic injury; mentions of transphobia in healthcare)

Later, Paul would wonder if he would have reacted the same way if he hadn’t been talking. If he would have swerved more gently or slammed on the brakes, or if he would have swerved in the opposite direction, knowing that the lane was clear of oncoming traffic and that the other side of the road was flat. Instead, Paul jerked the steering wheel to the right, barely missing the deer but sending the vehicle off the side of the road, where it skidded down a steep embankment and slammed into a large oak tree. — Paul and Marjan have a heart-to-heart while they’re stuck in a vehicle after a major car accident.

◆ Take the leap by @tailoredshirt (Words: 943; Rating: T)

"So how long has that been goin' on?" "What?" TK asked, frowning.  "How long have you and Reyes been…" Paul nodded in the direction of the bathroom Carlos had disappeared to. TK shook his head. "No, we're...we're not together. Why would you think that?" "Uh…because I got eyes in my head?" Paul said. 1x05 Missing Scene

◆Count on me by @tailoredshirt (Words: 1K; Rating: G)

Marjan and Mateo visit Paul after he’s released from the hospital. Set after 3x04

◆ getting past the wounds of love by @lemonlyman-dotcom (Words: 4.6K; Rating: G)

“What are you smiling about?” Paul asks with a raised eyebrow in the rear view mirror. “Got a text from Officer Hotstuff?” “Shut up,” TK says with a roll of his eyes as Paul and Marjan snicker in the front seat. “Come on, Paul, it’s not even like that.” “Oh yeah?” Paul teases as he puts the car in gear. “It looked pretty ‘like that’ the other night. You shoulda seen them, Marj. TK was grinding on that sweet, straitlaced boy so hard I thought we’d have to use the jaws of life to separate them. Officer Dreamboat was looking at TK with those giant heart eyes. He’s already in love.” “Oh my god,” TK whines. “He is not. We’re not even dating. We’re just …hanging out” “Sure, whatever you say dude.” — Carlos attends his first 126 hang, Paul hosts a listening party for a rare record he’s acquired and Marjan encourages TK to open his heart a bit and talk to Carlos

◆ a much needed intervention by @dotsayers (Words: 3.2K; Rating: T)

Paul grinned at her, annoyingly handsome as usual. “What, Marwani, are you only gonna talk to us if it’s about you?” “Well, I am pretty cool,” she offered, letting one side of her mouth curl into a smile. “What’s up?”

◆ It always pays to fake a smile by @marjansmarwani (Words: 1.2K; Rating: G; TW: semi-graphic injury)

When an accident happens on a call Paul and Marjan are forced to deal with it the best they can until help arrives.

◆ Play With Fire by @thatnerdemryn (Words: 6K; Rating: E; Threesome, d/s elements)

“You boys done for the night?” Paul asked, somehow carefully controlling the tremble in his voice. He cleared his throat as Carlos pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his neck and TK shook his head. “Not quite,” TK commented. He moved away enough to hold out his hands like a silent offering that Paul could either accept fully or brush off easily. He appreciated the gesture, but he wasn’t ready for the warmth the two men provided him to disappear yet. “Good choice, amigo,” Carlos practically purred behind him and Paul was sure his vision went a little fuzzy. “Friend? Is that what we’re going to be tonight?” Paul asked.

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Stranger Danger | Older!Eddie M. X Fem!Reader | Three

PLOT: Eddie is a loving single father and a busy man, he hires you on occasion to watch his child. Sometimes he wish he had the courage to ask you out, but one terrible weekend will prove to him he hasn't got much time.

WARNINGS: TW 18+ Guns, and gun violence mentioned, blood, slight gore, language, suggestiveness, angst, fluff, thriller, slasher, divorce, and adult humor.

Three Days.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday were all Eddie needed. The event from this Thursday still held a deep impact over you, but since Eddie gave the news it had became less pertinent. Having the assaulter locked up was definitely a relief. Especially since you'd be alone with Violet for these days.

Early that morning Eddie hit the road, making sure to leave behind his special care instructions for Violet. Who of which, at the moment was still sleeping in.

You'd let her have her rest. The poor thing was up most of the night with a couple of bad dreams. Her night–terrors usually started up on weekends like this when her father had to go out of town. Being separated from the only parent was tough on such a kind hearted kid.

As she slept in you got some cleaning done around the house, even started a batch of her laundry. Eddie insisted you didn't have to, but you always just did it anyway. As the first load was washing you started to prepare a small breakfast knowing that Violet would wake any second now.

Three days, turned into more, and later rolled into a year. At this point he'd convinced you to become a permanent resident, from babysitter to nanny. Violet sure loved having you around more and she began to even open up more towards you. That was something you always loved, learning more about the energetic bundle that was Violet Munson. Now being a part of their daily lives was all part of your job.

Working for Eddie Munson was the best job one could possibly have. He was generous, forgiving, and all around fun.

So far things were going well on the cloudy afternoon. A nice start off to a Monday and an even better week. Currently you were seated in the living-room and scrolling through one of the many media services in attempt to find a movie. Violet had promised to sit and watch it with you.

"Wow, who woulda thought it'd be so hard to pick a movie." You comment, lancing over at the small toddler curled up beside you.

"Maybe a princess one." Violet suggests, pointing to the first movie with a princess that appeared in your list. The movie in question was Tangled, which had ironically been your favorite tale. Rapunzel was willing to risk everything just to have the one thing she desired most. Freedom and longing to belong.

"Yeah, sounds good." You ultimately agree with her, "Rapunzel is such a cool princess." Violet turns to look at you giggling as the screen loaded in the content.

Meanwhile

Eddie had been deep into his workload when he received a call ushering him away from work. Said caller was Chief Hopper and he had mentioned something about an emergency. Eddie had rushed through traffic, nearly causing an accident twice. An emergency couldn't be good.

Were you okay? Did something happen to Violet?

So when he arrived at the station and stomped through the door he looked this way and that before spotting an officer chatting it up with another. He approached them until the chief rounded the corner and spotted him. Eddie froze, "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Munson. Come with me?" Despite not knowing what was going on he followed him down the hall, glancing back at the laughing pair of officers.

Deep down it bothered him. If there was an emergency why were they just standing around? What the fuck was going on around here?

The chief stops abruptly and holds open the door for him, Eddie glances at the man and rolls his eyes before walking in. Hopper follows and walks right past him and plops down into the leather rolling chair seated behind the desk. Eddie sits up in his own seat and shakes his head, "Just get to the point. I haven't got all day. I got a kid and-"

Hopper gets comfortable, before he interrupts him. Folding his hands over one another and placing them on the desk. "Steve Harrington, escaped prison early this morning." Eddie's eyes widen, but then his gaze narrows brows furrowing.

"Who?" The artist is merely confused by the name, but then it clicks suddenly. His face contorts to anger, "You mean that creep? The one who harassed my Nanny?" Eddie is throwing his hands this way and that as he speaks, anger and adrenaline coursing through him. At this point Eddie kicks his chair back as he stands. Slamming one hand down on the desk, reaching forward with his left to grab the chief's tie and yanking him forward. "How do you let someone escape a prison?!" His vocal range was extremely shocking, but then again he was one of the best.

Hopper was shocked, but having dealt with Eddie in the past he knew his anger was only temporary. "Eddie." His voice was stern and commanding. "Let go of my tie." He recognized the situation and slowly let go, lucky one of the many rings he adored, didn't tear the fabric. Eddie backs off the desk. Hopper goes to straighten his tie and sighs, "Sit." His eyes gesture to the chair and Eddie takes a seat.

"I know you're mad. Which is why I wasn't letting the situation go by unnoticed, so I called you." He reaches for his hat and places it over his head. "Because, it's not jus Harrington who got away. He took Hargrove with him."

Eddie's eyes widened, "Billy Hargrove, the one who killed those women back in the summer of 1985?"

Hopper nodded slowly, "Yeah uh, apparently they're the best of fucking buds."

"Shit." Eddie muttered. From what he remembered, Billy hadn't really liked him and Eddie hadn't exactly wronged him. Well, maybe for the fact he screwed him over on a drug deal and he got caught and arrested that night. One way to harbor a grudge. "What's your plan?"

"I'm issuing a man-hunt. I've already sent two officers over to yours, so the girls will be safe. You got my word." Hopper reached for his gun and clicked the safety on, before holstering his weapon and standing. "We'll get them."

Munson Residence 12:45 P.M.

"Okay, so do you want some macaroni and cheese or some ramen? Your choice." You turn to the wide eyed girl who's all smiles as the two items are presented to her.

"Uhm, can you make it all fancy? The noodles?" She asked you.

"Fancy?"

"Like in the cartoons!" She exclaims throwing her arms up in the air. "They got eggs, meat, and some other stuff, it always looks so yummy!" Oh. So that's what she meant.

"Yeah, of course. So the noodles then?"

"Noodles." She confirms. You tell her to run off and play while you prepare the meal for her. With her father out of the house you could offer her something better than frozen meals and Asian cuisine happened to be your specialty. Which Eddie adored about you, cause those noodles were always so, 'Yummy'. He would always declare.

As you turned the stove on and placed the pan of water over the fire the doorbell rang. It shocked both you and little Violet since there was no way her dad could be home so early. She runs up to you as you exit the kitchen. Violet reaches out to you and you oblige in scooping her into your arms, slowly making it over to the door.

When you open it the intruders are revealed, two officers bearing their full uniform are standing patiently at the porch. "Miss (L/N)?"

"Yes?" You answer cautiously and they nod.

The officer to the left speaks first, Violet hiding her face in your neck. "I'm Officer Polinski and this Hank. We've been sent by our chief to keep guard of the home."

You bounce Violet on your hip and frown, "Well, may I ask why?" "Yes. Your statement led us to capture Steve Harrington a year ago, but he has escaped and our chief along with Mr. Munson think it best for us to stay and keep watch." Polinski explained and you nodded.

Your heart was going to fall out of your chest. That horrible moment coming crashing over you again. His eyes, his voice, and everything was all so clear to you and now it could happen again. "Please." You urge them inside. "Come inside. I'll prepare lunch."

"Thank you."

In the next town over

"You ready?"

"Ready as ever, Harrington."

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes clicking the safety of the Sig Sauer he was carrying. He gives a nod towards Billy, who smirks and kicks the door open to the small off road gas station. Shocking the old couple to death and in hail marry of bullets and shouting they took what they needed and dove underground.

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Medwhump May 2024

Day 7 - Unresponsive

TW: Ladywhump, drug use, drug overdose

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Erick never considered running away from Fetch. The closest he'd gotten to that train of thought was when he started doing his own jobs, making his own money, and wondering if he could earn enough to pay Fetch back... and then he met Lucy.

It had been...three years or so since Erick first "met" Fetch. He was eighteen now and a lot had changed. He had a lot more freedom, yet at the same time he didn't. Fetch helped him get his license, falsifying the paperwork with Tito's help. Before that he was teaching him how to steal cars, since you'd never know when you would need a vehicle in their line of work, and he let him keep one of the cars he stole instead of selling it.

So Erick had his own vehicle, but he wasn't allowed to take it out whenever he pleased. He had plenty of marketable skills to make money, but Fetch only allowed him to take simple assignments from Tito. Luckily, however, Tito paid and tipped well, and all he had to do was make deliveries.

He never asked about the contents of the packages he was paid to deliver, but the fact that he had to hide them in a compartment underneath his spare wheel told him everything he needed to know. Sometimes it was a single box for one address, and other times it was a box with many small packages for a bunch of people.

Over time, Erick began recognising names and addresses that were recurring, especially the smaller packages. One of them, he found particularly interesting. She was always at the end of his delivery rounds, so he could drop off her package after she got off work.

They met at her work address; a stripclub just off the highway in the middle of the city. Usually Erick would be early. He'd find a spot to park and then waited for her by the back entrance. If he was running late, she'd be waiting for him in her car in her usual parking spot right next to one of the last remaining working lampposts.

Today he was running late. One road was closed for construction and the other had a traffic accident. He really hoped she wouldn't mind the longer wait. She tended to get anxious when she had to wait too long, and that made him feel bad. To be frank, he didn't like delivering the likely contents of her packages to her in general, having seen from his other addresses what that could do to a person, and she was so nice, he thought she deserved so much better.

When he turned into the parking lot, he already recognised her car under the lamppost. A pale yellow hatchback that could honestly use a new paintjob, which she could probably never afford with her habit. Erick pulled into the parking bay next to her, the package safely tucked away in his pocket as he got out and reached for the door handle of the passenger's side of her car...but it didn't open.

"Luce, it's me," Erick said, knocking on the window.

Her name was actually Lucy, but Erick had always had the tendency to shorten people's names if he liked them — If they didn't mind, of course. And Lucy didn't seem to mind...nor did she seem to respond to his knocking.

Erick frowned, and peered through the window, cupping his hands around his eyes to be able to see into the dark car. Lucy was sitting in the driver's seat, blonde, wavy hair covering her face, her denim jacket just about one size too small to properly fit the hoodie underneath, and her short shorts barely hiding the line of work she was really in. But more importantly...she wasn't moving.

Erick moved to the other side of the car, hoping she was just sleeping and he just needed to be closer to wake her up. But as he peered through the driver's side window, Lucy suddenly convulsed. Erick's heart skipped a beat, and not in the fun way.

"Lucy?!" he yelled, slamming his hand on the window while trying to open her door, but she had locked all her doors, for safety probably, considering the environment. Erick cursed under his breath, running back to the trunk of his car and opening it. He lifted up his spare tire, pulling out the wrench underneath and hurried back to Lucy's car, using the wrench to break the passenger side window.

Once the glass gave out enough, he reached in and pulled on the interior handle, causing the door to unlock. He quickly yanked it open and crawled into the car to check on Lucy. He tilted her head back, swiping her hair out of her face. The interior light had turned on when he opened the door, giving him a better look at her face. Her lips were blue, and she didn't seem to be breathing.

"Jesus Christ, what did you take?" Erick muttered, shaking her shoulders a little in an attempt to wake her up. When that didn't work, he formed his hand into a fist and somewhat roughly rubbed the middle of her chest up and down, just like Fetch showed him when teaching him some first aid. When that didn't work, he put a hand on her throat to feel for a pulse, which was there, but she wasn't breathing.

He tilted her head back further, prying her mouth open and squeezing her nose shut. He took a deep breath, locking his lips over hers and breathing out. He sat back, giving her a chance to exhale and hopefully inhale on her own, but she didn't, so he helped her take another breath.

"Come on, Luce," he muttered, before trying a third time.

When he made it to ten, he paused briefly to pull out his phone, spamming the only number he had on speed dial and putting it on speaker before giving Lucy more breaths, checking her pulse again when a familiar voice rang out from his phone.

"You better have a damn good reason to call this late," Fetch grumbled.

"Uh yeah one of my clients overdosed, I think," Erick said, between rescue breaths, "she's not breathing!"

"The fuck are you calling me for? Call her an ambulance and get the hell out of there," Fetch said.

"If I leave her she'll die!" Erick said, sounding a bit out of breath at this point, "I'll get arrested if I call, don't I?"

"Not if you don't tell them anything incriminating," Fetch said, "there's this thing called Good Samaritan laws that should protect you. If you do get arrested, make sure they can't find your ID and when they offer you your one phone call, call Tito and he'll have your back since you're on his clock. Understood?"

"O-okay," Erick said. He couldn't help but to start feeling a bit nervous.

"When you call 9-1-1, tell them you you have a suspected overdose, the patient is unresponsive, and any other details you know about her; her name, estimated age, and if they need more they'll ask you," Fetch advised, "are you administering first aid?"

"I'm literally...breathing into her mouth," Erick said, "I dunno if she has...a good pulse...but there is one."

"Tell 'em that too," Fetch said, "I'm gonna hang up now. Don't wake me up when you get home."

Erick rolled his eyes, giving Lucy another breath before dialling 911 and putting his phone on speaker again as the operator responded. He continued to take care of her to the best of his abilities until the ambulance arrived, the EMTs making quick work of pulling Lucy out of the car and putting her on a gourney, managing to administer oxygen properly.

Erick stayed out of their way, hoping they wouldn't ask any questions beyond when he found her, what her state was then, and how long he'd been helping her. Luckily they didn't have the time to ask for details, having to rush her off to hospital, though Erick didn't exactly feel better as they left him alone in the parking lot after that.

He had no way to contact her, since all information always came through Tito, so he might never know what happened to her, unless...

He looked back inside her car, finding her keys in the contact and taking them out. He pulled out his phone and called a contact from a nearby garage for a tow truck. He did smash her window, so the least he could do was have it fixed for her. He left a note in the club's mailbox, asking them to tell Lucy where her car had been towed to, and when his contact came to pick it up, he asked him to let him know when the car had been picked up.

Hopefully at least that way he would find out one day whether she lived or not. He still felt like he should've done more, but after the tow truck drove off, there was literally nothing he could do but to drive home and wait for news...

OKAy so Erick is aged up in this fic because he doesn't meet Lucy before then (except in AU), but details. I whish I could showcase her better, but that would defeat the purpose of today's prompt.

This one's for the ladywhump enjoyers, even tho it's a lot from Erick's POV, but I was still really excited to write it because I too am guilty of not putting the girlies through it enough.

I might do more of these if inspiration strikes, so stay on the lookout ladywhump enjoyers 🙏

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Prompt: 14. Icy Roads

Pairing: Gruber x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Small village in the English countryside

A/N: I had so much fun writing with an OC for Snape so I thought I’d do another OC, with Hans this time 🥰 Now, I’ll say it right at the beginning here that this will be CONTINUED - tomorrow already actually since the prompts work well for what I have in mind 😂 This is just a meet-cute with instant attraction and I hope you’ll enjoy it, tomorrows prompt will probably be a lot “deeper” but today they meet for the first time and it’s adorable if a tiny bit sad, and there’s a bit of action too. I mean, it’s Hans so there’s gotta be something to set it all off 🙈

And there’s a German word in this fic - if you don’t know it please resist the urge to google it! I promise, it’ll be worth holding out until tomorrow for it as the OC has no idea what it means either and I have a plan for the word! 😂👏

Tags/TW’s: Meet-Cute, Instant Attraction, Near-Car Accident, Mentions Negative Family Relations, Questioning Self-Worth, Taught Negative Behaviour.

Word Count: 2.2k+

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I had bought all the gifts, the food, and the wrapping paper needed. The only thing left was the string I’d forgotten yesterday in the shopping chaos. “I thought I was doing good time-wise, why does every nitwit have to be out at the same bloody time as me?” I sighed, my breath turning to fog, and hurried along, heading for the little gift shop with nick-knacks and trinkets. It was the closest one, so even if it were a bit over-priced that’s where I was headed.

The wind was biting my cheeks, tugging on my long coat and scarf. I much rather would have been home, but of course, nobody else was willing to head out in the freezing cold. “I can’t be arsed,” I grumbled, imitating my sister’s words and pitchy voice from when I’d asked her to go instead of me since I was out nearly all day yesterday. Why she gotta be such a prat? And dad’s no better, always faffing around and bending backwards for his little princess… WHAT ABOUT ME?!

My feet thudded against the slippery sidewalk, frozen mounds of snow and previous slush separating me from the road with little to no traffic - a good thing given the blasted weather. I wiped at my eyes, my knitted gloves (that I’d made as a Christmas gift for myself last year since nobody could ever be bothered to get me anything) rubbing away the snow stuck in my lashes. “I can barely see where I’m putting my feet… This is bonkers,” I sighed and tugged the scarf a little tighter around my neck.

I made it to the little store, got the blasted string, and headed back out into the crazy weather that had somehow managed to pick up its pace in terms of both wind and snowfall. “Bloody brilliant, just wonderful. I’ll be soaked and frozen before I get home.”

With the new snow landing atop the frozen roads, they soon turned slippery, treacherous even. I walked with more care, making an effort to not land on my arse because of some damn string for some stupid gifts.

But, no matter how careful one is, you can’t make up for the way others behave. So, when I wipe my eyes for the millionth time I missed the man walking towards me in a hurry and all it took was a bumping of my shoulder and I was off balance.

“Hey! Watch—” My sentence got cut off as I stumbled against the snow mound. Tripping over it, wobbling about like some deer on ice I stumble out on the road, just barely remaining upright. With my arms out like some bloody scarecrow, I managed to catch my breath and find my balance anew.

I glare after the man whose back disappears into the snowy weather just a few feet away. “Brilliant, what a charming bloke,” I grumbled as I tried to make my way off the slippery road affording my boots no grip whatsoever.

“Are you alright?” a man asked over the wind, his accent quite strange. “What?” “Are you alright?” he asked anew as I peered towards the sidewalk, not really able to make out any of his features but a beard and broad shoulders through the swirling snow. “Fine, people can be so bloody charming!” I called back with a tad too much annoyance in my voice. “And I thought Christmas was the time of kindness and care,” I continued with a huff and the man laughed with a chuckle. The wind distorted it but it sounded quite deep and beautiful.

I took a step forward, gliding half a step further on the ice. This is ridiculous! “Watch out!” the man suddenly shouted and I had just enough time to turn my head to see the oncoming headlights lighting up the falling snow being tossed about by the wind.

My feet found no traction. I tried to get out of the way but I was walking in the same spot as dread filled my stomach. I’m gonna die because of string! “MOVE!” the man screamed as the car began to honk, the driver slamming on the brakes, making the car skid and slide on the road. I closed my eyes on instinct and lost my breath at the impact, throwing me backwards, making me slide along the road until my head hit the snow mound on the other side.

It hurt way less than I would have thought to be hit by a car, I felt almost fine. Perhaps my spine is broken and I can’t feel a thing?

“Are you alright?” That accented voice asked but it was far closer this time. “Miss? Are you hurt?” the man continued and I blinked my eyes open only to see a man’s face hovering right above mine. “Huh?” “Are you hurt?” he asked with more force and the depth of his voice seemed to send a chill down my spine. The icy blue eyes and thick beard, the rather large but somehow regal nose appeared perfectly suited to his face. I didn’t get hit by the car?

“I’m-, I’m fine. Did you-, did you knock me out of the way? Are you daft?! You could have been hit!” “You would have been, if I hadn’t done that, schnuki,” the man said, the last word spoken in thick German — which explained the accent but not my body warming each time he spoke. Or the way he seemed to actually see me, not just watch me but his eyes… they saw me. “Now, let’s get you up,” he continued and somehow managed to rise up and off me quite elegantly; his long black coat dusted with snow.

He reached out his leather glove covered hand and after a moment of me ogling the man without realising what I was doing I grabbed it and he pulled me up. “Ahh-, bloody hell,” I hissed as my back protested for a bit and snow slid inside my coat, chilling my skin and making me shiver. “Hurt?” “No, no, just-, snow, in my coat,” I said and shivered before brushing off my arms from the white stuff.

I shrugged my entire body to shake myself loose while ha brushed off the arms of his own coat. “Oh, here, let me help.” I reached up and began brushing off the shoulders of his coat and down the front before I noticed what the bloody hell I was doing. My cheeks began to burn as I halted my motion, almost not daring to look up at him, towering a head above me. “I-, umh, I-, sorry,” I stammered out but he merely looked at me.

“We should get off the road. Wouldn’t want another car to come, schnuki,” he said after a moment. I blinked away the snow from my lashes and nodded, unable to get my usually blabbering mouth to function apparently. He was just so different. I couldn’t help but ogle the man a few seconds too long before turning and clumsily climbing over the snow mound on the opposite side of the road to where I had been.

When I looked over my shoulder he simply walked up and over it, as if it were no hindrance to him or the polished Oxford boots he wore. He dressed splendidly, each piece of clothing exuding wealth and quality — unlike my tattered favourite coat and the homemade scarf and mittens I wore. Well, he’s older too so he’s probably had time to get to where he is. I’ll get myself some fancy coat and good shoes eventually too, hopefully, if things work out. Not that I’ll ever leave this godforsaken village. Dad would starve or not have any clean clothes to wear — I don’t even know which he’d hate more. The house would collapse and who would sis blame everything wrong with her life on if I wasn’t there?

“Thoughtful?” the man asked and I shook my head, realising I’d been damn near staring at him while my mind ran rampant. “You appear to think of something, less happy? No?” he asked and I couldn’t help but adore the accent, the way he spoke so differently but with some form of quality, nobody around my little home town spoke like that. Nonetheless, it didn’t help my burning cheeks that he’d caught onto my gloom.

“So, eh, thanks for pushing me-, umh, saving me,” I managed to say in some kind of nearly coherent manner. What is wrong with me? He’s just a man, a pleasant and handsome and cultivated and obviously wealthy one, but still. Ugh, why can’t I talk with him like with any other of the nitwits around here? They don’t call me Blabber Missy for no reason. And look, my mind obviously works just fine, blabbering on. “A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be out in this weather, alone no less.” “Well, dad couldn’t be bothered with string for the gifts and sis just couldn’t be bothered at all. So, yeah, and it was my fault anyway, I was out yesterday but forgot the string. I got everything else, but they didn’t have my favourite caramels left either. So, I guess, apart from the one thing I was gonna get for myself and the string I got everything.”

“Then again, I guess I could have-, oh, sorry, I’m blabbering,” I laughed nervously while avoiding his gaze, moving some snow with the toe of my shoe. But the man chuckled warmly, nearly playfully. “She speaks,” he said with a smile in his voice. “Well, yeah, I talk a lot, sorry, I know it’s annoying.” “Ah, don’t say that, schnuki. You have a sweet voice,” he said and my eyes flew up to his.

“Something the matter?” “Ah, umh, no, just-, just been a while since someone didn’t find me annoying,” I said with a shrug, not really wanting to show him just how long it had been since I hadn’t been shushed, had someone roll their eyes at me, or even been straight up told to ‘shut it, blabber missy’. “But it’s fine, I know I talk a lot, if there’s someone who-, ah, no, never mind. I’ll be going then.” “May I have your name at least? Or is that not something you exchange in England?” “Oh god, I’m sorry, excuse me,” I gasped out while reaching my hand out with haste. “Anna-Louisa Humphrey, but everyone just calls me Lulu.” “Why would anyone shorten such a pretty name to Lulu?” he asked, almost offended by my nickname it seemed. “I suppose they got tired of having to say the entirety of it so often when telling me to be quiet once every third minute when I was little. Lulu is faster to say, easier to say when you’re in a hurry too.” I shrugged, having given up on getting rid of the nickname a long time ago and now not really being bothered by it anymore.

The man took a slightly deeper breath, nearly sighing as he reached his hand out and grasped mine firmly but not too harshly. “Hans Gruber,” he said and the name made perfect sense for him. “It suits you, Mr Gruber.” “You may call me Hans, schnuki. If you so please,” he said with a slight smile framed by that thick beard of his. He was stupidly handsome when he smiled, and silly-handsome when he didn’t. I couldn’t decide which I liked more but my body seemed to go silly over both. At least I wasn’t cold anymore. “Hans, then,” I said and we shook hands. It felt a little strange to get tingly over it now that I knew he had tackled me out of the way and the slight ache in my ribs was from the impact of his body.

“I best be going, it’s getting quite late. Umh, but, thank you again and-, and I’m sorry for being a nuisance and all. I didn’t mean for you to have to get snow all over you to save me. I hope your coat won’t get stains from the road salt,” I rambled out in a rush, feeling like the biggest annoyance to the man ever even if he had not indicated that he felt like that in any way, but they all do. I am a nuisance, an annoying blabbermouth that nobody ever listens to anyway but— “Anna-Louisa,” he said with a slightly harsher voice, interrupting my thoughts, “why would my coat matter more than getting you out of the way of that car?” “It looks like an expensive coat, valuable.” “And you’re not?”

That made me chuckle nervously while getting my hair out of my face, the snowfall turning it wetter by the minute. But he arched a brow at me, as if he demanded me to answer his question. “I best be going,” I simply said as I began to back away, feeling the most horrible ache in my chest while he started to open his mouth, but I continued talking before he had a chance. “It’s late, and you’re getting soggy from the snow, but thank you again, and merry Christmas, Hans,” I said with as wide a smile as I could offer before abruptly turning and bolting away from him — zeroing in my focus on not slipping or falling on my arse while my boots slipped along the sidewalk covered with snow-dusted ice.

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[Dec:2022]

[obey-me-disaster]

Omg I'm so sorry ab that car following u that sounds so scary like omg I'm so glad ur okay 🥺🥺 Take care of urself after that experience

BUT ALSO THE SIDE CHARACTERS WITH THAT SCENARIO?? PLS?? SOBS I'M SORRY I like the prompt, I just do not like that it happened to u irl and will promptly go beat whoever was in that car up for u 😁

MC gets followed by a car while driving home

A/N: Thanks for worrying about me but now I am more than fine! It's been like 2-3 months since then. And it took me a week to start joking about it.

First part with the demon brothers can be found here: Part 1

TW: Stalking under the cut

Side characters x gn!MC

Driving during the night was relaxing in a way. There were barely any cars around, making going home after meeting with a friend back in the human world so much easier and relaxing. No need to worry about traffic, being able to go at your own pace without annoying others, it was a really nice way to end your day.

 As you were singing along to one of your favourite songs a car passed by you. While you didn't exactly pay too much attention to it, you couldn't help but notice that the car was full of guys, and that one of them was giving you a hand sign as they passed by your car. At the time you didn't stay and think about it too much, they were probably just friends having fun.

The car seemed to go on a street that led elsewhere. Just as you passed that street, the car was behind you again. You thought it was a bit weird, but you ignored it, in favour of thinking they were just taking advantage of the empty streets during the night to drive around, after all you often used to do that with your friends too.

But they kept being weird. They would pass by you, only to stop on the side of the road to let you get ahead of them so they could start following you again. Again and again. It was as if you were a mouse getting chased by a cat, and it didn't stop just at that either. Giving you weird signals with the lights of their car, getting so close to you, that if you were to stop, they would crash right into you. They were probably having fun toying with you like that.

You took note of their car, from the brand to color, the license plate and whatever details you managed to notice while driving. You were afraid to go home cause what if they followed you there? You didn't think of calling the police because what would you have told them? You didn't know what street were you on or how far you would drive. You didn't know what their intentions were either.

In the end you manage to lose them. When they passed by your car for what you thought to be the millionth time, you took the chance to go on a side street that you knew well enough. They couldn't turn their car to go after you so you were safe. You stopped the car at what you thought to be a safe place to calm yourself. 

You were away from them, you were safe, so why were your hands trembling so much. You even flinched when you saw the light the of what you thought was a car but it ended up being two girls on their bike that were probably going home. You knew you wouldn't be able to get home in this state. You would probably end up in an accident if you got scared of the lights of another car. Seeing you didn't have any other choice you decided to call someone to come get you.

Diavolo

He was stuck doing paperwork that he procastinated on earlier that day. When he got your call.

When he saw your name on his phone he got relieved thinking he could finally take a break to catch up to you, but any thought of a break or papework ceased to exist as he listened to you describe what happened

He immediately called for Barbatos to open a portal to the human world so he can go after you.

He felt guilty in a way. In his mind he felt like the only place you could ever get hurt was Devildom and that in the human world you would totally be safe. He was so confident in his thinking that he forgot that humans can be quite cruel too.

He just felt happy that his naivety didn't cause you any harm, despite this situation being out of his control.

By the time you got to the Demon Lord's castle a room was already prepared for you and Barbatos was waiting for you with a drink to calm you down.

The paperwork could wait for another day, right you were his priority. barbatosprobablyfinishedthepaperwork

Whatever you needed, he will give you. Want a specific type of dish or drink? Done! Need a warm bath and really fluffy change of clothes? Didn't even need to ask! Any products/medicine you need before sleep? Those will be waiting for you next to your bed. A shoulder to cry on and a hug? He is already wrapping his arms around you and giving you a forehead kiss.

He is the prince of Devildom and has a lot of contacts that can help him both from Devildom and the human world. Those guys are getting tracked down in less than 24 hours.

!!Spoiler for season 3!! Remeber when Diavolo nearly sent an army after a guy that tried to shot Belphegor? You'll have to stop him from doing that right now !!END OF SPOILER!!

He is a bit hesitant to let you go, but your freedom and happiness are more important to him than his own worries.

Barbatos

Calling the guy that can easily open a portal is honestly a smart move.

He just finished cleaning the kitchen after preparing a snack for Diavolo when he got your call. He already had a bad feeling about something, and your call confirmed his worries.

In less than 10 minutes not only were you in the Demon Lord's Castle, but a room, a light snack and a drink were prepared for you.

Diavolo was informed of the whole thing, but he decided you needed your privacy after such an incident. He also gave permission to Barbatos to look in the past to see who those guys were to make finding them way faster.

Despite everything his demeanour never changes. Getting anything you may need, finding those guys, and comforting you seem like a child's play from the outside. If you didn't know Barbatos well enough you would think he doesn't really care

But on the inside he is fuming. You could see that from the slight thighter grip he had on plates and cups or from the way his shoulder seemed for tense than usual. He did seem to calm down once he saw that you got better

If it weren't for the possible horrible consequences of messing with the past, he would have changed it in a way that this whole incident would have been avoided.

I am pretty sure he has a torture chamber that he can put to good use in this case. Imagine one minute being in the human world then you wake up in a strange chamber with a demon form Barbatos right in front of you.

You don't need to know about what happened to those guys, he will just tell you they were dealt with.

Once it's finally time to sent you home he checks to see if you are 100% fine before he lets you go. When you get home you also find a box with some of your favourite cakes made by Barbatos as a surprise.

Solomon

I don't remember if it was from the main story or from an event, but it's canon that Solomon is a nightowl and he tends to stay up until late to do magic experiments

And this time was no different. He was deep concentration trying to test out a potion he has been working on when he got your call.

He nearly messed up the potion but that's besides the point.

Once he heard about your situation put everything away and teleported to your location.

A sigh of relief left his mouth once he got to you and made sure you are fine. He put a spell on the car that would make it invisinle to othet people. No need to attract unwanted attention.

He took you back to his home in the human world. He offered you some food and drinks but you declined saying that all the stress killed your appetite. noneedtodietonight

After accepting that you really couldn't eat or drink at the moment he lets you vent out your frustration and fears in order to let it all out. Depending on what you want he will either hold you keep his distance.

He offered to use a spell that could let him see into your past so he could collect for information about the car that followed you. No need to make you talk about the situation any more than needed if he can help it.

He has pacts with 72 demons and Barbatos is one of those demon. You can bet whatever you want that he is using everything he got to track down those guys.

Since Amso is one of his pacts, the demon brothes also find out quickly about this and cause a scene because you are all the way over at Solomon's house. At least they think about sending you some food that wouldn't kill you.

After everything is resolved Solomon gives you a magic charm that should protect you from danger.

Simeon

For the sake of this sceneario let's pretend he was over in the Purgatory Hall and not in the Celestial realm.

He just put Luke to sleep when he got your call. He knew you were in the human world in order to meet up with a friend, so he thought you wanted to tell him how it went.

Instead of hearing about your meet up with your friend he listened to you explain what happened to you.

Went after Solomon to ask him to open some kind of portal to the human world. Seeing how worried he was, Solomon quickly figured out something must have happened to you.

When Simeon finally got to you he didn't take you immediately to the Purgatory Hall, instead he sat with you in the car until you calmed down a bit.

After calming down he suggested you drive home, and he will come with you. let'spretendyoudon'tlivewithyourparents

He wanted to get you to a place that feels both familiar and safe, and your house seems like a better option than Purgatory Hall.

He prepared something to drink while you told him what happened in order to get it off your chest and to get details about the car that followed you.

After all of that was said and done he asked about your meeting with your friend, as a way to distract and to get you in a better mood. When he saw that you were starting to get tired he suggested you go to sleep while he talks over the phone with the others about the whole situation.

He also tells Solomon to not tell Luke about why he is in the human world until everything gets resolved.

Even when you said you were fine he insisted on helping you around the house the following day.

After the others find those guys, he will make sure to have a talk with them. There is a reason a good part of the cast are afraid of Simeon when he is angry

Bonus Luke

Why the fuck would you call a kid in this situation?

When he wakes up he finds out Simeon is in the human world and that everyone is busy

While he didn't exactly knew what happened he could guess that it wasn't good.

He found out when he overheard Mammon and Levi talking about it. He demanded to be taken to your house where you and Simeon were. Again I hope you don't live with your parents.

He hugs you and gives you one of his bessings to keep you safe from now on(for those who don't know, his blessings are quiet powerfull!)

He also bakes for you! And don't worry, Solomon gave him money to buy ingredients so he wouldn't use the ones at your house.

He says that he wants to have a talk with the guys that stalked you. Don't worry, no one let Luke near them.

All around great emotional support chihuahua!

[angst-king]

Be brave for me

(Parent Kiri x child reader scenario)) ( TW description of car accident and broken bones))

“Alright, Lil rockstar you ready go?” Asked Eijirou while helping the child put on their shoes. “Mhm, I’m ready daddy.” They smiled widely and stood up fast once their shoes were done. Eijirou picked them up and carried them out to the car. Placed the six-year-old in their car seat and buckling them up. Kirishima then got into the driver’s seat and started the car. Singing along to ‘Riot’ by 3 days grace, Eijirou tapped and drummed on the steering wheel while the little one head banged in the backseat. Things were great, the sun was shining, the temperature was warm, not a cloud in the sky. The roads were clear not a spot of traffic it was smooth sailing on the way to school. Just as Eijirou made a left turn, he tried to hit the breaks! He let out a scream and braced his quirk for the impact. 

There was a car heading right for them on the wrong side of the road! When the car smashed into them, their car flipped and slid across the road. Everything went black!

When Eijirou’s vision came back at first everything was blurry then, became clear. Everything around him was smashed in, and upside down. Glass was on the roof of the car which was now acting as the floor. The airbag had deployed, windshield shattered in a series of cracks.

The steering wheel had him pinned, and the seatbelt clung harshly against his skin. He couldn’t move without having to almost cut himself on jagged parts of the car’s interior. Then he heard a small voice call out.

“D-daddy” Then he remembered his kid was in the car with him,  that drove his urgency to get out. He needed to get to his child now! With this incentive in his head, he could feel the adrenaline pumping.

“I’m here buddy!” “wh-what happened Daddy?” “We got in a bit of a reck kiddo, but daddy’s gonna get us out. So just stay calm ok.” Eijirou says to reassure his kid and keep them as relaxed as possible. But it was also a sentiment to keep himself calm as he figured a way out.

“Kiddo, does anything hurt? Can you move?” Eijirou was unable to turn around and see his kid from the position he was currently in. So he couldn’t see if anything was on top of the child just yet. He needed to evaluate his surroundings before acting. 

“M-my left arm hurts, I c-can’t move it. A-and I feel dizzy, daddy.” This was the final straw. Kirishima forced his arms to move, firmly grasped the steering wheel, and shoved it off him as hard as he could. Once he got the steering wheel off of him, he ripped the seatbelt off of his body. As soon as his body was freed he prepared to fall onto the roof. But now he was able to see the damage done. The seat in front of the kid was on top of them. The left side had caved in on them.

He had to get to them! “I’m coming for ya Rock star!” He called out hoping his kid was still conscious.

Trying to crawl through the car proved difficult but became even worse when something crashed down on his right leg. Letting out a gasp and a scream of pain, Eijirou was trapped once again. “D-daddy, what happened?” Eijirou didn’t want to worry the child knowing they were already scared. “Nothing baby, daddy is just struggling to get himself unstuck, I’ve got it. I’m gonna get us out.” He said with promise laced in his words but with the way the item was crushing his leg it was not looking good. Still, he couldn’t give up, and he wasn’t going to let whatever had a hold of his leg stop him. Twisting his body to turn he saw it was the dashboard that had collapsed on his ankle. Lifting the heavy hunk of metal, the redhead pulled his leg away as soon as he had space. He stifled a whimper, not wanting his child to know he was hurt.

Making his way to the back of the car, Eijirou let his kid know he was with them now.

“Let's get you outta here” Eijirou was starting to feel immense pain as he was practically ripping the car apart to get them out. When Eijirou got an opening he held it open for the kid to crawl through once he’d gotten them freed from the car seat entrapment. On the other side were paramedics and civilians. As soon as they were out of the vehicle the paramedics took them.

Eijirou was taken by a separate group of paramedics which he didn’t exactly like. Especially when he heard the kid crying for him. He didn’t want them to be separated without explanation so he asked if he could talk to his kid for a minute. “Alright make it quick we don’t know if there’s anything vital going on with either of ya,” They said helping him over to the other medic team. “Hey there Lil Rockstar” He started now that they were in the light he could see the damage. Cuts all over their face and hands, red marks and bruises on their head. “D-daddy, wh-where are they t-taking me?” “They’re taking you to the hospital, I’m going too but. We can’t be in the same ambulance ok.” that only seemed to upset the child more, they were terrified and didn’t wanna be without their father. Eijirou understood this fear, it was scary for him too.

“Sweetheart, we won't be apart for long ok, we’ll be in the same hospital. They’ll let me know exactly what’s going on with you and will let me go to you as soon as they can. Just gotta be brave for me, okay?”  With tears streaming down their bloodied face they nodded giving eijirou a weak thumbs up. With this plan in place, the two were taken by two different ambulances. Following the same route to the hospital, Eijirou couldn’t help but be anxious the entire ride.

Constantly thinking about whether his kid would be okay. Hoping nothing major happened and they could go home today.  Arriving at the hospital, Eijirou was further evaluated, and things weren’t the worst. The only bad thing was his ankle was broken. Thankfully surgery wasn’t needed the rests were just cuts, bruises, and mild head trauma. But each minute they spent testing for things and checking things over felt like hours for him. He just wanted to check up on his kid. He hated not being right there

When thirty minutes rolled around a nurse had come to Eijirou’s bed.

“Hello Mr Kirishima, I’m the nurse who is working on your kid.” Eijirou was happy to hear back from someone. 

“Is everything okay, will they be alright?” Eijirou questioned in a panic, the nurse smiled and nods.

“Yes your child will be alright, they do have a bit of a concussion, a broken arm and bruised ribs. But those will heal on their own.” Eijirou’s anxious expression turned into an excited one.

“Can I see them, please!?” Eijirou almost forgot he was hurt and tried to get out of bed himself but was quickly stopped by the nurses who gently pushed him back down onto the bed. 

“We can bring you to them, just be patient sir, we don’t want you injuring yourself further.” Eijirou sighed but nodded at this, he couldn’t wait to see his kid. Eijirou was helped into a wheelchair and wheeled over to his child’s hospital bed. On the large white hospital bed was the little six year old who still looked anxious and tired. Poor kid had been through a lot and was pretty banged up from it. “Hey there sharky” Hearing Eijirou’s voice the child looked up, eyes wide and smile flashing brightly. They started making grabby hands at him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” This time there wasn’t a hint of fear behind their words, more like joy. Ecstatic to see eacother, Eijirou was wheeled close to them giving them enough space to hug. 

“Hey there kiddo, I’m right here. See I told ya they wouldn’t separate us for long.” They nodded and nuzzled against Eijirou’s chest.

“I was brave just like you said daddy, even though it was still scary. I was brave just like you!” Chuckling sweetly and giving them a kiss on their bandaged forehead. Eijirou praised them for being so brave.

“I’m proud of you kiddo, so proud!” “Is daddy okay?” They asked pointing to the cast on Eijirou’s foot. He nodded and explained. “Yeah, daddy broke his foot earlier but I’ll be alright, just a few cuts and broken bones. Nothing I can’t handle!” The child giggles and kisses Eijirou’s cheek. “You’re the best pro hero ever!”

[chopper-base]

TW: motorcycle crash, trauma

A coping mechanism I found years ago was when I went through something traumatic, I would write it down. Every detail I could remember. I don't know why, but getting it out kept it out of my head for the most part. Helped me move on.

If you've been here a bit, you know I was in a motorcycle accident back in April. As much as I joke about it in real life, that shit scared me. Scared me enough to keep me off a bike? No way in hell, but it's another thing to add to my list of reasons to be scared of semi trucks. And, well, to get it out, I wrote it down. And I don't want this one to just live in my docs.

(No, my name isn't Jason. Almost was. It was one of the two names I was thinking of when I came out as trans.)

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Jason's wrist twisted hard, opening the throttle fully. The only sound he could hear was his own engine revving to its red line. The semi continued towards him, taking over his lane, pushing him towards the fast lane. He didn't even see the pickup on his other side as it slammed into the left side of his bike. It all quickly became a blur as he hit the semi and back into the pickup before all he knew was the rough asphalt. Armor, cloth, and skin, shredding as he slid. Seventy miles an hour quickly dwindled down to zero.

He didn't move, his hands tingling as he forced himself to breathe. His eyes glued to his own head lights staring at him from fifty feet down the highway, a brightlight at what seemed like a black tunnel. His visor had flipped up, half open. His own breathing echoed in his head, his heart beat pounding in his ears, drowning out the sound of traffic coming to a halt behind him. His back was to oncoming traffic, blind to what might be barreling towards his limp body.

He didn't know how long he laid there, headlights staring at him almost taunting. Pain slowly began to blossom in his left foot, solidifying that he was still alive.

A pair of legs walked into his limited field of vision followed closely by a man's face. He could hear his voice but it took a moment for the words to register in his head. There was a second voice, a female. He began to realize it was coming from the phone in the man's hand.

"There's been a motorcycle collision."

Yes. That was what happened. That was the reason he was laying down.

"-ider conscious?"

The man's face came closer, his words now making more sense. "Hey, can you hear me?"

Jason took a breath, stretching his finger, the tingling feeling slowly spreading up his arm. "Ye…yeah. I'm awake." He forced out. His voice seemed almost foreign to him as he pulled in another breath.

"Yes. He's conscious." The man continued to speak to what he assumed was a 911 operator, his words urgent yet calm.

Jason's eyes drifted back to his bike, laying still down the highway. The headlights now dark and the engine silenced, leaving him in a new darkness. He could still see, the street lights casting shadows over the road.

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

The man's voice snapped his attention to the face above him.

Was he? He focused, remembering the throbbing in his foot, now noticing the stabbing in his knee. "My- my left foot and my knee." He said as calmly as he could muster, the shaking in his voice making it waver. The man relayed his words to the operator.

Jason's breath began to shake, rattling in his chest as his mind raced. The weight of what had occurred finally hit him. He didn't notice the tears that had begun to leak from his eyes as his eyes, once again, drifted back to his bike. There were people standing around it now, their mouths moving but no sound reaching his ears.

"-ey, you still with me?"

His eyes snapped back to the man above him. The man was now sitting beside him, his phone nowhere to be seen. "The ambulance is on its way."

Jason gave the man a weak thumbs up, not able to will the rest of his body to move. His backpack kept him pinned on his side, unable to roll either direction. Even with the pain in his leg, his body felt strongly numb.

"My name's Nick. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere till the ambulance gets here. What's your name?"

Jason took a breath, stretching his hands again, grounding himself. "Jason."

Nick offered him a reassuring smile, leaning on his arm to put his head in Jason' field of view.

Jason reached up towards his back pack strap that held tightly to his right shoulder. Nick's hand came gently on his wrist before he could move again. "Hey, kid. Don't move. Don't worry bout your backpack. The EMTs will help get it off when they get here. Just lay still."

Jason reached back to the strap. "...my arm is fine, I want it off. Please."

Reluctantly, Nick helped him carefully get his right arm out, releasing some of the pressure off his shoulder. He mumbled a small thank you, laying his arm back down.

Nick pulled his phone back out, holding it out where I could see it. "Do you want me to call someone?"

Jason took another shaky breath. "Yes. Can you call my dad?"

Nick nodded, "What's his number?"

Jason slowly recited his father's number from memory, quickly hearing the familiar ringing as he hit the call button. It didn't take long for it to go to voice-mail.

"He didn't answer." Nick set his phone on the ground in front of him. "Where is your phone? Is it somewhere easy to get to?"

Jason reached up, patting the pocket just above his right hip. Nick carefully undid the velcro over the pocket, sliding his phone out. It was unlocked due to maps being up so Nick hit the home button, keeping the phone at an angle so Jason could see.

"My dad should be the first one in my 'favorites'." Jason explained.

Nick clicked into contacts, pointing out the one labeled dad before hitting call and putting it on speaker. It had barely gotten to the second ring before Jason heard his father's voice come over the phone.

"Hello, sir. My name's Nick. Your son has been in an accident. He is conscious and we are waiting for the ambulance right now."

Jason could stop a new set of tears that rolled down his cheeks as he heard the fear and worry in his father's voice. "Where are you? What happened?" The questions rolled quickly, his mother's voice faintly in the background.

Nick answered each question calmly, leaving the phone where Jason could hear each response.

"We live four hours south of there . We are heading out now. What hospital are they taking him to?"

Jason listened to the conversation, holding tightly to each word. Nick looked up over Jason as sirens began to approach.

Jason clung desperately to the voices of his parents, new tears following the tracks of those that came before. He forced yet another shaky breath, his haze falling past to where strangers surrounded his bike. They had moved it over, freeing the right lane for traffic to begin to move again.

It wasn't long before more figures surrounded him, moving Nick away from him. He couldn't find the words to ask him to stay. He was scared. The tingling feeling finally beginning to fade as a new face entered his line of sight. He recognized the uniform she wore as most EMTs all wore the same uniform.

She wore a comforting soft smile on her face. Though he could see the concern in her eyes. He had worked with enough first responders to know how to look past the calm mask they all wore. It wasn't one of fear but of urgency.

Seeing as he was surprisingly in one piece, he was already better off than most. Especially since his dumb luck had him almost becoming a speed bump for an 18-wheeler and, subsequently, the rest of highway traffic.

The EMT, who he couldn't quite remember the name she told him, rattled off questions that Jason answered as calmly as he could with his voice wavering as much as it was. He unconsciously begged them not to cut off the backpack. He wasn't quite sure why that was so important, but it escaped his lips. They reassured him and quickly cut the strap, pulling it from his back. He felt the plastic of a backboard lightly hit his back, rolling him onto it in one smooth movement. He knew he was safe, but he couldn't stop the shivers that shook his body. He didn't feel cold at all, but the shivers didn't fade.

[origamiyoda]

@smudgy-boy im gonna answer this here bcos i don't want to clog up my artblog I HOPE THATS OKAY GRAA /lh

ANYWAY. GIGGLES. To put it very simply. Yes? IT SOUNDS SO FUCKED. TW FOR MENTIONS OF ROAD ACCIDENTS. ERM. BUT. ok.

TRAFFIC (their story/world) is about three Road Demons (max, trey & F.O.R.D.) hunting down rogue demons and evil entities that stalk the highways in their 1961 Lincoln Continental Convertable.

In this. World? Story? Demons & Angels arent like. Evil/Good, rather demons r just like angels, but they watch over darker/bad things, like, say, car accidents. Road Demons like the three of them are Specifically meant to guide people who die on the road to the afterlife. Rogue demons/entities/angels are beings that have defected and are actively causing these accidents or incidents to happen (im sure theres reasoning behind it but i havent thought about that lore much tbh………)

Out of the three of them, Trey is the only like. True Demon? He's been that way since he first popped into being, whereas F.O.R.D. and Max were created.

F.O.R.D and Max both died in (seperate, w Max dying first) car/road related incidents. When Trey arrived to guide Max, something went wrong (WHICH I WONT SPECIFY. Bcos I would like to tell this story in full someday & id like to keep SOME aire of mystery around it.), and Max became a Road Demon aswell.

With F.O.R.D, it was the same scenario, except the RD who resurrected him was NOT Trey and it was ON PURPOSE 😳🤔

Anyway F.O.R.D was considered a rogue demon for a while, which led to Max & Trey trying to hunt him down. They succeeded but learned he was pretty much harmless & he JOINED THE CREW :3 !

There's a lot more lore & i could totally elaborate on anything here but. Anyway. This whole concept stems from my obsession w like. Highways and the kinda lore/americana that surrounds them and my vague trauma relating to road accidents, but ive been working on it since. Middle school???? The story has changed and shifted greatly but. Its always been these three dudes that got hit by cars. Also they make out sometimes 😁💖 love loses thwyre all terrible

[sqlmn]

I normally do not ramble about my OCs without art to go with it but I just wanna.... do that real quick about Right’s plot.

TW Abuse / drinking

So, Right’s childhood was rough. His parents never got married but they stayed together. His mom had really bad anxiety and couldn’t hold a job so his dad was the income. His dad also was prone to drinking and beating him and Right was like “as long as my mom is safe, then I can handle it” until the day he realized that his mom never actually tried to get his dad to stop. She would pretend like it never happened. And that, the ignoring it, hurt more than all the punches he’d ever receive. So he already had a fear of contact at a young age. At fifteen, his dad died in a traffic accident and that same day his mom basically handed him off to child services to handle since it isn’t like she had a job.

Brent finds this out and when Right asks him if his childhood was any better he’s like “compared to that, yes.” And explains that his parents were present but mildly neglectful on the emotional aspect. He never learned how to interact properly with people and always found it hard to relate to others. He wasn’t hurt or anything, but his social abilities are definitely lacking. And Right just nods at that and says “so you were depressed”. Which kinda takes Brent off guard because yeah, his parents sent him to therapy for it? He admits he never actually felt depressed, he simply thought everyone felt empty. He didn’t know any different and just assumed everyone felt the same void and distance.

Right then asks him what made him stop being depressed and Brent thinks for a minute and then just “meeting you?” which then has Right panicking because he is an absolute ass to Brent and oh lordy, Chris is going to KILL HIM for being mean to a depressed person. And Brent is just “well, he might kill me first for making you have a panic attack right outside the station.” And Right calms down a little and they agree that this stays between them. It’s safe that way. And Brent honestly feels a little happy that Right trusted him so much...

So down the road of that whole fiasco, Karen and Chris are begging Right to go drinking again cause he’s their designated driver since he never drinks. And Brent tags along after Karen suggests it and Right then demands it if he has to play taxi again. Karen and Chris get quite drunk and Brent doesn’t drink as much while Right simply has water.

As they stand up to leave, Right sighs and tells Brent to help Karen out to the car and so Brent nods. Karen... reaches out sleepily and very precisely holds only the fabric of his sleeve. And Brent’s heart feels like it’s been stabbed knowing that she developed this habit to avoid touching Right. That even if she’s half asleep on her feet and drunk, she knows No Touching. Brent already knows he has feelings for Right at this point and just wants to one day be able to hug the man or something cause no contact whatsoever... it must be a little lonely.

Anyway all that is just because I like to write before bed and so I have like a fifty page word document of little snippets for the group and I never share my writing with people? I just like sharing ideas with like. One person lmao. I feel so shy about my OCs.....