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Intense Car Confrontation in Turkish Drama | Epic Scene from Carpisma TV Series | Suspense & Action

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The Younger Kind Part 48 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is just trying to make it to the weekend. When he realizes he needs to visit Meredith, he's starting to feel like his sanity is hanging on by a thread. At least he has you, and he knows he can trust you implicitly. And maybe this will give him the kind of closure he didn't know he needed.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, mention of abortion, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Afternoon rain clouds had rolled in, making the city look darker than normal. You noticed right away that the usual sunlight wasn't coming in the windows at work, and it was putting everyone in a strange mood. Even the tiny patients you were taking care of seemed to be crying a little bit more than usual. 

You needed to leave soon to pick up Noah which required you to cancel your nail appointment. Bradley didn't even tell you why he'd be late, he just said he would be. It wasn't that you didn't trust him, you just wanted to know that he was okay, but you hadn't heard from him again.

As soon as you walked outside and headed for your car, it started pouring rain. It was so unexpected, you started laughing. You couldn't even remember the last time you'd had a rainy day. Maybe if the lightning and thunder held off, you could take Noah outside to play in it. But as you opened your car door and ducked inside, a streak of jagged light went shooting across the sky. 

"Damn," you muttered, carefully driving through the parking lot. You thought about Skittles home alone in her crate. She must be terrified all alone right now, and at this rate, it was going to take you longer than usual to get to Noah. Traffic was backed up like crazy, because nobody knew how to drive in this. You sat at the same red light for three cycles before you were finally able to move at all, and by the time you reached Noah's daycare, it was almost time for them to close.

You dashed out through the rain and inside the building where you were confronted with Casey while you looked like a drowned rat. "Common sense would tell you to use an umbrella when it's raining," she said sweetly as you started to shiver in the air conditioning. 

"It's San Diego," you replied coolly. "It never rains here."

She made a production of leaning past you to look out the door. "I think you're wrong, but I can't be certain." She set the clipboard down on the counter and turned away from you as she said, "Poor Noah is going to get completely soaked."

You rolled your eyes as you signed your name a little bit aggressively. It's not like the child would melt. If Bradley came to pick him up instead of you, there was no doubt in your mind that Casey would have bent over backwards to make sure there was an umbrella for him to use. But since it was you, she just stood there with her arms crossed as you scooped Noah up.

"You ready to get a little wet, sweet Noah?" you asked him, kissing his cheek. "It's really raining hard."

He squealed in delight as you ran to your car with him, but you ended up getting a lot more soaked than he did. Your scrubs were clinging to your body when you finally closed the drivers' door behind you. "How about we go home, get dried off and snuggle under a blanket while we watch Mickey Mouse?"

"Yes!" cheered Noah. Maybe you'd just order a pizza later when Bradley got home. You were wet and tired and just wanted to relax. 

"Okay. Here we go."

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Bradley was a nervous mess on his way to see Tracy. "Come on," he groaned, trying to fight his way through the traffic downtown to get to her office in the rain. He should have left base as soon as he was grounded for the rest of the afternoon, but everyone started talking shop, including the admirals, and he didn't want to leave too early. 

The array of invasive thoughts plaguing him at the moment was making his stomach churn. Every image in his mind was worse than the last. He was itching to call the First Bank of San Diego, but he thought he'd better talk to Tracy about it first. Reeking of jet fuel that was only made worse by getting his flight suit soaked in the rain, he rode the elevator up to her office. It was kind of late, and the building was mostly empty, but sure enough, the lights were shining brightly in her suite. 

When he walked through the first set of glass doors, Tracy leaned out of her office door with a completely neutral expression on her face. "Hi. Come on back."

Bradley closed the distance in a few long strides. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I really didn't want to have to see you today. And I don't have my checkbook with me."

Tracy shook her head and gestured toward the small conference table before she grabbed a Red Bull from her refrigerator. "I'm not billing you for this."

Bradley's heart took a nosedive as he sank down into one of the chairs. If she wasn't even collecting payment, this must be worse than he thought. "Just get it over with, please. What's going on? Did Meredith open an account in my name or something?" he asked. Then he gripped the edge of the table. "In Noah's name? Fuck! Did she figure out a way to fucking bankrupt me?"

He was about to be sick. Once again, he was kicking himself for never taking all of these precautions earlier, right after Meredith left him with a three month old. There would have been ways to safeguard both of them from this sort of thing, but he would have never believed Meredith was capable of doing what she did before. She probably took out a mortgage or opened a credit card. She would have had easy access to Bradley's banking information and social security number. It had been ages since he checked his credit score.

Tracy was offering him a Red Bull, but she slowly pulled it away from him like it was the last thing in the world he needed as he gripped her table so hard, the whole thing was vibrating a little bit.

"Take a deep breath, Bradley. It's nothing so extreme," she assured him in a calm voice as she pried his fingers away from her furniture. "Meredith opened an account right after Noah was born and put a few thousand dollars into it."

Bradley clasped his hands in his lap and thought back a few years. Meredith had been happy for a little while. She seemed to warm up to the idea of Noah, and after he was born and they had a tiny newborn at home, she was very involved. But as the weeks wore on, Bradley noticed her involvement slipping while he was the one picking up all the loose ends and working full time. 

"I don't remember anything about a bank account," he told Tracy. "What does this have to do with me exactly?"

She took a drink before she said, "You're listed as a custodian on the account. Technically the money was put in Noah's name, but since he's a minor, he can't handle it himself."

His brow was furrowed as he shook his head. "I'm still confused. Isn't it Meredith's account?"

"Yes and no," she replied. "Once she put your name and social security number on the line below hers, she made you liable for the money, too. And the bank must have uncovered that Meredith is incarcerated. This happens from time to time. When they couldn't reach her, they found her lawyer's information on the court docket. And then her lawyer called me. Apparently your address wasn't listed."

Bradley felt like his head was swimming with information. "So you're telling me I can go to the Coronado branch of the First Bank of San Diego tomorrow and get this money out?"

"Potentially," she replied mildly.

He thought for a beat before he asked, "Is Meredith still entitled to the money? Even though I have sole custody of Noah?"

"Sure. Her name is also on the account." She shrugged and checked the time. "It's not quite six yet. Should we call the bank and find out exactly what's going on?"

"Yeah," he agreed, reaching for his phone. It would be better to do this with her here so he could make sure he got all the information he needed. "Should I just put it on speaker?"

She nodded as she finished her drink and tossed the can into her already overflowing recycle bin. He tapped on the number of the missed calls from earlier and waited while it rang. "First Bank of San Diego corporate offices, this is Belinda. How can I help you?"

Bradley cleared his throat. "Uh, hi, Belinda. My name is Bradley Bradshaw, and I missed some phone calls earlier? I... was hoping you could answer some questions about an account?"

"Please hold."

He looked at Tracy who seemed completely unfazed by all of this as she examined her manicure. It was great that she was always able to stay so calm, but his heart was thundering up into his throat. He wasn't about to believe there weren't a thousand credit cards maxed out in his name until he investigated it all for himself.

"This is Barry."

Bradley didn't know quite what to say as he cleared his throat again. "Hi, this is Bradley Bradshaw. I'm actually here with my lawyer, and I missed some calls earlier?"

"Right, yes," came the man's voice along with the sound of him typing on a keyboard. "We were trying to reach you regarding an account that was opened with your minor child listed as a beneficiary. Information would have been mailed to you, but we did not have an associated address on file."

"Can you tell us more about the account?" Tracy asked, and Bradley was relieved that she knew what to do.

"Well, I can tell you that once an account reaches over $15,000 without any activity in the prior three years, we make a courtesy phone call to see if the owner wants to move any of the funds."

"Fifteen thousand?" Bradley asked, running his fingers through his hair anxiously. "That account has fifteen thousand dollars in it? And she never touched it?"

Barry was silent for a beat. "I really can't provide much more information unless you visit one of our branches in person, sir."

"Shit," Bradley muttered, leaning back in his seat and staring at the ceiling. 

"Sounds great, Barry. Thanks for your time," Tracy said before she ended the call for him. "You need to go to the bank. Can you go tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Bradley grunted. "So... there's money just sitting there that potentially belongs to Noah through me?"

"Sounds like it."

Bradley met her eyes. "And I can just take it out? And move it into a different account?"

Now she looked a little apprehensive. "I wouldn't advise you to do it quite that way."

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You let Noah play out in the rain with Skittles for approximately five minutes while you stood inside the backdoor and watched. He had bugged so long and so hard, you caved. But as soon as you heard a rumble of thunder, you ran out and picked him up where he was splashing in a puddle in his dinosaur rain boots while the tiny pup barked. You got soaked all over again in the process, but you carried him inside as lightning flashed across the sky. 

"It's getting too stormy!" you told him over all the noise. "Time to go in!"

You grabbed a towel from the stack you left on the kitchen table, and Noah let you fuss over him. You wrapped Skittles in a towel when she started to shake from the cold air conditioned temperature inside, and eventually all three of you ended up on the couch under a blanket with cartoons playing. There was no sign of Bradley, but when you texted and asked him to bring pizza home, he agreed right away. 

Anything my Princess wants.

You smiled at your phone as you sat with Noah on your lap and Skittles on his lap. Every few minutes, you buried your nose in his fresh smelling hair and inhaled as you gave him a squeeze. "When's Daddy coming home?" he asked as the sky outside just got darker as the evening wore on. "I'm hungry."

"Soon," you promised him, but it had gotten so late, you were about to make Noah a snack when you finally heard a key in the front door lock. 

Skittles was the first one who jumped down from the couch. "Daddy!" Noah launched off of your lap and ran to the door as Bradley kicked it open. His hair and flight suit were basically soaked, but he was holding a pizza and a container of salad with a coffee cup balanced on the top. His handwriting on the cup was wet, and the marker was starting to run, but you could still read Princess. And he looked absolutely exhausted. 

"Hey, Bub," he mumbled, kneeling to kiss Noah while he balanced everything in one hand. "You having fun with Mommy?"

Even Bradley's voice was laced with fatigue that you could practically feel as you stood and went to him. You kissed his wet cheek and whispered, "Thank you," as you took the food and your coffee cup from his hand. He just looked at you and nodded, and you gave him a minute with Noah and Skittles as you took the food to the kitchen and got more clean towels. He was just taking off his boots when you returned and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He grunted as he took the towels from you and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can we wait until Noah's in bed?"

You really did not want to wait another hour, but you agreed anyway, and Bradley kissed your lips before he ran a towel over his face and hair. "Thanks, Baby," he whispered as you gave him a minute to get changed. You took Noah into the kitchen and started to cut up a slice of pizza for him. You were just adding a liberal amount of dressing onto the salad when Bradley walked in wearing gym shorts and a black undershirt that hugged his perfect torso, fresh from a quick shower.

"I love that about you," he crooned next to your ear, his hands soft on your waist as he nodded at the salad.

You laughed and said, "I know you do, Daddy." You were tempted to crawl onto his lap and try to make him feel better while he ate, because he'd clearly had a stressful day. With a quick glance at Noah where he was getting sauce all over his face, you decided to settle into your own seat with a piece of pizza and half of the salad. Bradley stacked two slices together and ate them at the same time in about ten bites. 

"You really had a bad day, huh?" you asked, breaking off a piece of your crust and eating it. 

He shook his head, brow scrunched in something like concern as he watched his son eat. "Not exactly. Just very long."

Once all the food was gone, you sipped your coffee while you cleaned up. Bradley would have normally done that, but when Noah asked to play blocks with him, you sent them into the living room. You could hear the block towers go clattering to the floor over and over again as Noah giggled. The rain hadn't tapered off, and you were already starting to yawn by eight o'clock. That's when Bradley poked his head into the kitchen with Skittles held in one big hand.

"Hey, Baby. I'm going to get Noah ready for bed, and then we can talk in the living room?"

You nodded and finished loading the dishwasher before curling up with the blanket on the couch. Bradley brought Noah in for a goodnight kiss and then vanished again. By the time he returned empty handed, you were half asleep, but you climbed onto his lap after he sat down. "What's going on?" you asked, your cheek cradled on his shoulder and your lips brushing his neck. You could feel his soft length against your thigh through his gym shorts, and you let your hand settle low on his abs.

He cleared his throat softly and whispered, "I need to go to Las Colinas Detention Facility either tomorrow or Wednesday." A chill rippled through your body even though you were tucked in his warm embrace. You jerked yourself back so you were looking him in the eye as he added, "I need to talk to Meredith."

All you could picture was the stress you saw on his face months ago when she dragged him through the court battle over Noah. You grabbed at your arm where you'd gotten all cut up when you fell in the parking lot at Meyer Park. You could practically still feel and hear all of the pieces of broken glass crunching beneath your feet when you found that your apartment had been broken into. 

"Why?" you gasped as tears stung at your eyes. A sick feeling settled into your belly, and all you could do was repeat the question, "Why?"

"Shh. It's okay, Princess," he promised, kissing your cheeks and the tears you weren't even aware you'd shed. "I'm going to make sure it's okay."

You were nodding and shaking a little bit as you listened to him explain that Meredith had opened an account when Noah was a baby. Apparently there was a substantial amount of money now, and Bradley's name was also on the account. "It makes me feel like, even just for a little while, Meredith actually cared about Noah," he whispered, and now you saw tears in his eyes too before he tipped his head back against the couch. "I have a lot of mixed feelings about this, but I guess it's not all bad."

You swallowed down the discomfort you felt and whispered, "You loved her then. And she loved you. And Noah. I mean... she was his mom."

Bradley lifted his head up and tightened his grip around your waist. "You are Noah's mom," he insisted, and you immediately burst into tears. "That's how I want it. That's how Noah wants it. That's how you told me you want it. And that's not going to change. But I just feel like Noah should have this money from Meredith."

You nodded as he wiped at your tears. "He should," you sobbed. "But why do you have to go to Las Colinas? Why can't you just withdraw it?"

Now Bradley let his forehead come to rest on your shoulder, like he needed the comfort associated with being close to you. "I could do that, but I stopped to talk to Tracy, and she thinks that would do more harm than good. There's a simple form I can get from the bank tomorrow after I talk to someone about the exact amount in the account. The plan is for me to take the form to Las Colinas myself, talk to Meredith, and ask her to sign it and effectively forfeit the funds over to me. That way there could be no questions asked."

"And what if she won't sign it?"

He kissed your cheek. "Then you and I can decide if I should withdraw the cash and move it to a different account or just leave it there and pretend it doesn't exist."

You were struck once again by the way Bradley made all of his decisions for you and with you. He treated you with respect when he made plans, and he valued your opinion. "Do you want me to come with you? To the bank or to see Meredith? So you don't have to do it alone?"

His lips and mustache were tickling your jaw as he said, "No. Tracy and I agreed I should go alone. And I really want you to take care of Noah after work so that's one less thing I have to worry about." He kissed you softly. "But thank you for offering."

And that's how you fell asleep, on his lap with his lips pressed to your skin.

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Bradley couldn't be sure if it was his khaki uniform, but it definitely seemed to help his cause. When he got to the bank after work on Tuesday, he was called right back to a small office where an agent started helping him. "Okay, Lieutenant Bradshaw, let's check this account balance for you," she said as she typed in his social security number. "You are looking at $17,271.28. Would you like to transfer it to a different account?"

He just gaped at her. That could pay for a year of college for Noah. "Actually... I'm going to need to think about it," he replied, and a little while later he left her office with a single piece of paper. 

He started the thirty minute drive out of the city to the women's correctional facility. You were probably leaving work right now. Maybe you were pulling into the daycare parking lot. Either way, he didn't have to worry about his son when he was with you. Instead, he could focus on what he needed to do right now, because he was having some mixed feelings about taking this money at all. But if it was actually intended to be used for Noah, then he wanted to give Meredith the opportunity to do the right thing. 

After he parked, he waited in line to be searched before entering the building. Here, his uniform did absolutely nothing. In fact, he had to remove his belt and all of his pins and leave them in a little tray in the front office before going though another metal detector. When an officer asked who he was there to see, she looked surprised when he said Meredith's name. 

"Right," she replied, leading him toward a small waiting area. "Sit in here, and I'll call you in if she wants to see you."

He eased himself down onto a metal chair that was bolted to the floor and started to sweat. If Meredith wouldn't even talk to him, then he was going to have to leave the money where it was. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to touch it. He was starting to resent even coming here, because this week was supposed to have been a fun one with the air show coming up on Saturday and the hospital tour on Friday night. He could have just told Tracy and everyone at the bank that he didn't care about the money.

"Bradshaw?" called a different officer, and Bradley stood. Well. Apparently she was willing to talk to him after all. A door was held open for him and then another one. He was scanned into a narrow hallway, and once that door closed behind him, he was scanned into a room with a large number '3' on it. 

And there sat his ex in a gray jumpsuit with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her sleeves were rolled up her forearms, her hair was longer now, and frankly she looked a lot better than he was expecting. Her eyes tracked his every move as she crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Bradley."

He sat in one of the two chairs that were once again bolted to the floor, and his knees almost hit hers as he did so. "Meredith. How are things?" he asked for a lack of anything better coming to his mind.

"What are you doing here?" she asked immediately, leaning a little closer to him. "What do you want?" When he hesitated with his answer, she laughed and shook her head. "You wouldn't be here if you didn't need something from me, so just spit it out."

He shifted in his seat and withdrew the sheet of folded paper from his pocket. "You opened a savings account for Noah right after he was born? I had no idea it existed. The bank just started trying to reach out to me, because you put my name on the account as well," he stated as he tried to hand her the paper. 

She stared at him, eyes wide as her cheeks flushed pink, but she said nothing, and she didn't move at all. 

"I'm assuming you forgot about it," he added. 

Meredith finally took the paper from him as she said, "Why didn't you just take the money then?" She seemed to begrudgingly move her icy stare from his face to the page as she unfolded it and started to read. Bradley knew if she signed it, she would be willingly forfeiting the funds. She would know the exact amount of money and offer it up on her own. He knew he shouldn't feel guilty about asking her to do this, but he kind of did anyway. And now that he was looking at her, he knew he couldn't just do it behind her back if she didn't sign.

"I wanted you to know about it before I did it," he told her softly. "I wanted to ask you why you put the money in the account in the first place."

She refolded the paper and once again met his gaze. "I originally opened the account so someday Noah could go to business school like me instead of joining the Navy like you."

Bradley nodded and almost wanted to smile. "Makes a lot of sense." He took a deep breath and whispered, "You were excited when you were pregnant. You were excited when he was a newborn."

Meredith closed her eyes and shook her head as she held her hand up in front of her. She didn't look at him as she said, "I tried, but I couldn't do it. You were better at all of it than I was, and I fucking hated it more and more every day. I hate being at home. I hated having to feed Noah and change diapers while you went back to work. I hated it so much. The four months that I took off completely ruined my career, and I was never able to recover. And that's where I was happiest."

Bradley nodded and clasped his hands in his lap. Her next sentence hurt him to hear, but she had every right to say it. "I think it would have been better for me if I'd had abortion. I think I could have been happy right now if I did." She kind of shrugged, barely looked at him and then turned toward the corner of the ceiling. Bradley followed her gaze as she loudly said into a camera, "Can somebody bring me a pen? I swear I won't stab him with it."

Bradley was afraid to say anything yet, and nobody appeared with a pen right away. Meredith read over the sheet of paper again, and eventually she said, "This was the only account I added your name to. Don't go sniffing around my bank for more, because you won't get it."

"Right," he replied, finding her words almost comical since she was the one trying to fleece him earlier this year. 

"And every cent goes into a savings account for college tuition for him. A university or a trade school or something. Anything except the Navy. And none of it goes to that disgusting little slut you're living with now."

Bradley had to bite back his response as the door opened, and an officer walked in with one black ink pen. She handed it to Meredith and stood next to her while she signed the form, and then the officer collected the pen once more before leaving the room. He was honestly a little shocked, but he accepted the paper when she handed it to him.

"Thank you," he told her, deciding not to mention that you were going to be his wife and Noah's legal parent sooner rather than later if he had anything to say about it. She really didn't need to know about that, because she didn't have any say in the matter. "I'll save it for Noah for school. And if he wants to join the Navy like a real idiot, then I'll donate it all to your alma mater. But just... thanks for signing for it."

She nodded. "You were going to be able to take it anyway. At least now you'll cooperate with its original intended purpose."

Once again, he wasn't going to waste his time arguing with her by trying to say that he would have left the money untouched. He didn't need her to believe anything he said except that he'd save her money for Noah. "I will absolutely do that."

"I know you will."

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Well, well, well. What do we have here? Proof that Meredith cared at one time? Please ignore any financial inaccuracies, I tried my best. Aaaaand, onward to the air show. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 49

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thirty-one — right here

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist 

word count. 1.5k content. swearing and… it’s the last chap?

As a child, you thought that the epitome of a romantic moment was running through the rain, out of breath and completely exhausted, just to get to the one you love. 

You thought it was such a beautiful gesture, to give everything just to be with someone else. To run yourself ragged, to be entirely spent, to be on the verge of collapse just to be in their arms again.

“That’s dumb,” Suna says. “I’m driving you.”

He’s already marching out of the coffee shop before you can protest, your purse in his hand.

“Hey!” you call after him as you try your best to keep up. Damn his long legs. “What the fuck, man?”

The two of you look absolutely horrible, eyes still red from all the tears you’ve cried, cheeks all puffy, and noses still stuffed. But you’ve both calmed down, knowing deep in your hearts that this was the right thing to do. It was the only thing you could.

He tosses your purse into the passenger seat, holds the door open, and gives you a look like “Are you really going to fight me on this?”

“You’re not running to the other side of campus,” he tells you when you make another look of protest. “That’s just stupid. You’ll be dead by the time you get to Atsumu.”

You roll your eyes and begrudgingly get in the car. “You’re ruining my big romantic gesture.”

“If it makes you stop whining, I can let you out a few blocks away and you can run all you want,” he says as he gets in the driver’s seat.

“Yay,” you say, smiling widely. You look over at him, catch the matching smile on his face, and reach over the console to poke his arm. “Hey.”

He hums and looks at you. “Yeah?”

“We’ll be okay, right?”

A nod. His hand on yours. A squeeze. “We’ll be okay.”

You exhale and squeeze his hand back. “Good.”

The drive is quiet, but not uncomfortably so. The two of you are still processing things and trying to understand truths that you’ve only confronted today. There’s so much hurt and care here, so much that mixes and clashes to the point where they’ve become impossible to separate, inextricably intertwined. The love you have for one another can never exist without the pain that you’ve caused, and that’s the reality that you have to face.

As idealistic as you might want to be, you know that things between the two of you will never be the same and it will take more than just one crying session to get all your feelings out. But, then again, maybe that’s for the best.

Loving Suna meant something to you, and even with the way things turned out, you know you wouldn’t change it for the world. Because you loved someone and he loved you back, and that will always mean something. 

Maybe in another life things would have worked out. But not this one. It was never meant to work in this one.

And that’s okay.

Because you’ll be okay.

And things… they’ll be okay.

Suna lets you out of the car two blocks away, just as he promised, and you proceed to sprint to the twins’ apartment building, living out your romcom dreams. Of course, you refuse to run up the seven flights of stairs to their apartment, so you take the elevator—which isn’t so cinematic, but it gets the job done.

You knock on their door, feeling your entire body tense as you realize what you’re about to do.

Love is fucking terrifying.

The door opens.

“Y/N?” It’s Osamu with the most surprised look you’ve ever seen. “Hey! What are ya doing here?”

“I—”

The words catch in your throat.

You—what? What are you even here? After all the grief you gave him, what could you possibly do to mend things with Atsumu? What could you give him that would be acceptable in any way? Why would he want anything from you?

All the doubt settles in and you freeze. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you should’ve just left him alone, let him back off the way he intended.

“Y/N?”

And there he is. Of course.

“I-I can’t believe yer here,” he says, approaching the door as Osamu ducks out of the way and heads into his room. “Are ya okay? What’s goin’ on?”

You just gape at him, words failing you completely. 

“I-I don’t… know,” you say eventually before backing away. “Sorry. I-I’m gonna go. I didn’t mean to bother you, I just—”

“What are ya talkin’ about?” Atsumu asks. As he steps into the light, you can see him more clearly. He looks weary, but there’s a smile on his face—the kind you notice he always has when you’re around. “Y/N, come on. Talk to me.”

You cross your arms over your chest, feeling a little out of place. What could you even say?

Then Suna’s words ring clear in your head. 

You do what you need to do for the people you love.

Deep breath.

“Suna told me what you did,” you say. “That you wanted to give me the choice.”

He shakes his head. “I-I was just doin’ what I should’ve done. It’s nothin’.”

You can’t help the fond smile that makes its way to your face. “It’s not nothing,” you tell him. “It was… everything.”

Atsumu sighs. “I didn’t do that so I would… win, or anythin’ like that,” he says. “I just want ya to be happy. Whatever that might mean. And I know that’s sounds so fuckin’ cliché,” he chuckles, “but I mean it.”

His eyes on you don’t burn, don’t make you want to shrink away, to disappear. They’re warm and comforting… and right. Like they belong.

And you can’t help but feel so loved and so terrified all at once.

And you know you have to tell him.

You know he needs to know.

“I love Suna,” you say, powering through even when you notice how Atsumu’s face falls slightly despite his attempts to hide it. “I love him in the same way I’ll love Tooru even when we’re old and gray and useless.” You see Atsumu’s eyes soften. “I love him in the same way I’ll always love Kiyoko even when she marries Tanaka and has annoying children with him.” He steps forward. “I love him in the same way I will always love going on walks in the middle of the night even when I know I shouldn’t.” He places a hand on your shoulder. “I love him in the same way I will always love everything that I loved when I was sixteen. The same way I’ll always love driving without hitting a red light. The same way I’ll always love Osamu’s cooking.”

The two of you look at each other and it feels like nothing else matters.

This is right.

This is just right.

“I love Suna—but I love you in the way I can only ever love you,” you tell him. “In a way that makes me feel safe. That makes me feel happy. That makes me feel like I can do anything at all. That makes me feel like I’m a good person, or at least that I can try to be one.”

He presses his forehead against yours and you can see his eyes so clearly, can look at every little fleck of color, every little imperfection, and every little piece of him. And you know this is right. This is the only thing that is right.

You breathe shakily. “I don’t know if I deserve you,” you say. “But I love you. And I would do anything for you. Because you’re so good and you’re so right. And I’m sorry. And I can’t promise that I won’t ever hurt you again, but I will try. I will try so hard that you won’t even know what hit you.”

You both chuckle and you relax into his hold. “I love what we have, and if I have the choice, I choose what’s right here,” you tell him. “I choose this. I choose us.”

Atsumu cups your cheek and smiles. “Are ya sure?”

You laugh. “Are you?”

He leans forward and catches your lips in a kiss. It feels just like it did the first time and just like it did the last time and just like it did all the other times in between.

It’s Atsumu and you. The way you’ve always been.

When you part, he wraps you up in his arms and holds you tight.

“I love ya so much,” he tells you quietly. “I would give ya the world if I could.”

You embrace him back. “Not if I give it to you first.”

There, in Atsumu’s arms, you can feel the weight of everything you’ve carried fall on your shoulders—not like a boulder but like a friend with their hands keeping you grounded, keeping you from drifting away. You carry all the love you’ve given and all the love you’ve received, everything you’ve done and everything you’re yet to do. You carry the moment, this piece of time where everything is right. Everything is as it should be.

And you know that nothing is certain. That you and Atsumu will grow, that time will do its thing, and maybe things will change eventually. And maybe they won’t. 

Right now, you don’t know much. All you know is that this right here, this is where all the roads have led you, this is where all the paths have crossed.

This right here is the collection of everything you are and where you’re meant to be. This is safety, this is comfort, and this is peace—for now at least. But isn’t that the best that anyone could ever ask for?

notes. AAAAAANNNNNDDDD IT’S DONE!!!! i'm gonna miss my messy babies. i like to think that they all go on with their lives and they all get to be happy, but, like most things, this isn’t i get to know. and i’m alright with that.

sharing this story with all was a ride that i’ve loved every step of the way. anyway, ‘til next time loves <3

[blueiight]

in both the rgu anime + manga, there is a clear triumph over akio that necessitates anthy’s (and utena’s) liberation. at the same time some part of me does think the ending of rgu is more terrifying than the ep38 cliffhanger of the anime end cuz its so open ended… anthy liberating herself from akio is just the end of the beginning. who knows what anthy will see out there? u faced the end of the world and survived. to start anew requires ur creation of a new world. its the beginning of a completely different framework than the one anthy’s been a part of & internalized for an untold number of years. thats why the movie is such a great sequel cuz its just 1 of the many divergent paths these characters couldve gone on.

just looking at appearances for one. utena’s hair is short and her boy’s uniform, while being still distinct from the rest and a cue to the audience, is more archetypically “masculine”and less androgynous. yet she rejects the powerplay of dueling, the trophy bride for performing the “Man’s” role much quicker. anthy has much lighter skin and free falling long hair. unlike her show counterpart’s very dated, carefully pinned hair. ive heard ppl be rightfully upset that anthy was made lighter in the movie, but i find it shows how she further occupies even more of the engendered physical stereotypes culturally associated with the “feminine” in japan (&to a westernized viewer). she plays the role of a modern bride, less of the demure old school archetype & openly teases her husband with herself as the prize, yet she exposes her hollow soul and desire for the end, for death, much earlier. nanami, the broken prissy ojou sama archetype who once wanted to surpass everything bc she couldnt stand what becoming a “Woman” meant has turned into a cow. shes a complete non entity , since touga who she formed so much of who she was, who hurt her so, is dead in the movie. saionji is a complete caricature of himself literally frothing at the mouth. cuz touga saved juri instead of utena, and this time, he died for it. akio commits suicide bc being confronted w drugging and trying to rape his sister tormented him, but he was never alive. dios, who he was, was a hollow body: the prince of flies. touga’s backstory is all but said here: he was a child raped & tricked out by his own adoptive family, which explains his hypersexuality in the show. in the movie, he is a tragic secondary antagonist , a ghost haunting the main narrative of the movie in tandem with shiori, a character now more removed from juri in opposition to her more optimistic ending with juri in the show.

shiori with juri no longer as her beloved is a cruel thing. she ends up baiting utena in the notorious car chase, anthy the driver of the utena car up against the palace of eternity & the ghost of akio ohtori. everything is destroyed beside the framework of the car and utenanthy.

the outside world is in complete ruins. their uniforms lay tattered, gravestones marking the people that once lived here.

utena and anthy stripped bare, long hair tangled into eachother as theyre the only two ppl in these ruins. another beast has been overcome, another world has been destroyed. it is up to u what u make out of these ruins.

[laura1633]

do you have any headcanons about lestappen and one of them has chronic pain or an illness?

Hi anon, thanks for the ask ❤️

I have some ideas how I would approach a Lestappen fanfic about chronic pain. I have put it below the cut.

Just as a content warning - this is about chronic pain for one of the drivers so avoid if you think it may be triggering for you. As always with all these things this is fiction. If I were to write something like this I would probably do quite a bit of research but this is just off the top of my head....

Charles is in a heated championship battle with his teammate Lewis. It's super stressful and there is a lot of noise in the media about how Lewis has the psychological advantage given he already has championship titles.

Charles starts to experience aches and pains that don't go away after normal treatments such as ice baths and physiotherapy. As the season progresses things start getting worse and the pain goes from uncomfortable to almost unbearable and driving is getting harder and harder. After each race he is in agony. Unfortunately everyone keeps assuming his pain is psychological and a result of the pressure of fighting Lewis and they keep telling him to relax. It's not helping and Charles is getting desperate because nobody will believe him but he knows his body better than anyone else and something is wrong.

Cue Max who has known Charles since they were young. He has also been infatuated with Charles for years and is the first person to start noticing changes in the Monegasque - the way he holds himself, the way he moves, how he looks after a race, the way he winces when Max wraps an arm around his waist.

Max confronts Charles and Charles breaks down and tells him what is going on and Max becomes the first person who truly honestly believes that Charles is suffering. Max doesn't just pass off Charles' issues as 'not being able to cope with pressure'.

Max is forceful when it comes to people that he cares about and he has always cared so much for Charles. He becomes an advocate for Charles in terms of medical assistance and isn't afraid to come across as a dick in order to make people listen. He also becomes an outlet for Charles to vent to and tries to provide emotional support and physical help where he can.

Their relationship becomes more intense but Charles is also terrified of getting into a sexual relationship. He tries to be spontaneous with Max but often ends up curled up in pain and getting frustrated and upset with himself. Max is surprisingly patient and they work through the issues, making sure Charles stretches, applies heat pads, does all the things he needs to do in order to get his body to move in the way it should.

Their only point of contention is that Charles is still putting himself in the car and Max doesn't think its worth it given what it is doing to his body. Charles doesn't want to be held back, he is so close to the championship he has worked his whole life for. If he can just hang in there a few months he will have achieved his life dream.

[myimaginarywonderland]

I will never forget Anthoine.

I started watching F1 in 2019 and I only vaguely knew about other categories like F2 but I was looking into it more when I saw the drivers react to the crash and I knew, I just knew this was bad.

And when I saw Martin Brundle and Esteban, I felt a sense of dread like I never had before in the few races where I watched F1 at that point.

Anthoine was my first real confrontation with the dark side of motorsport with the dangers that lurk in this sport that I was starting to fall in love with.

I am sure everyone has some person or accident that was my Anthoine, the first real time you were confronted with how prominent death still is in motorsport.

But while Anthoine made me have that realisation, I never fully connected with him due to not really having followed F2 closely at the time.

Then Romains accident happened.

I watched live, horrified, crying, as a driver that I adored had what I thought was his death.

I thought I had just seen someone die live on television in the sport that at the point I was in love with.

I was sure he was never getting out of that car, I was sure that I would see it burn and there would be nothing.

I was a big Romain/Kevin fan. I always liked Romain and suddenly it hit me the way Anthoine never fully did.

When I saw Romain walk out, I broke down again, I was shaking with fear and terror not even relief. Because I hadn't fully processed until the ambulance took him in and drove off that he was alive. I hadn't grasped that he actually made it as I was so sure in my mind that he couldn't have, that no one could have and that I would have to see him burning in that car or rather that I would get a glimpse before they probably would have cut away.

And since then there have been multiple deaths of drivers all across different series that I witnessed but most importantly where I felt like I finally understood.

Romains accident made me understood how dangerous motorsport really is, how deadly. It finally clicked why everyone was so terrified for their family members in racing.

And to see that mocked, be used as some form of sick advertisements is sickening.

To see photos of these beautiful young drivers who lost way too soon as some form of checkmark on some movie is disgusting.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #224

Do you want the last dream you had to come true? No.

When did you last talk to the person you’d most wanna talk to right now? I was talking to him on Discord earlier.

What kind of pill did you last take? My Klonopin that I take daily now.

Do you like wearing glasses? I mean, I don't really care too much, it is what it is, I wanna see, but I'd certainly prefer not needing them. I hate smudged lenses and it'd be nice to not even have frames obscuring my vision. I can't do contacts, especially because my worse eye needs a weighted one and it gave me a headache when I tried contacts again.

What would you most like to eat right now? Fast food, admittedly. We would usually eat out once or twice a week, but in the past... three weeks maybe, we've done it once. I adjust very poorly to change, and without Mom's car, her being extremely financially in the hole, and things like delivery being very expensive, we just haven't been able to. I have had a HARD time adjusting, as much as I hate to admit it. I despise how much I enjoy fast food.

How long were you last in the car for? Around 30 minutes, coming home from Girt's place.

What first comes to mind when thinking of 10th grade? I started dating Jason.

What’s the scariest thing that’s happened to you? A breakup so debilitating and world-shattering that I wanted to die every waking moment for over a year and it culminated in me trying to kill myself. That was all pretty fucking scary.

Has an ambulance ever came to your house? Yes, for both me and my mom. When I was a teenager, maybe for Ashley when she had her POTS fainting/seizure episodes?

Whose pool did you last swim in? A family friend's.

What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? I don't know.

How many different cars have you driven? Two, and one was for driver's ed.

What did you do on Thursday? I just hung around here.

What do you do on Fridays? Ordinarily, help my mom watch my sister's three kids.

What door did you last open besides any on your house or car? Girt's car when he brought me home.

Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering? I put it in the laundry.

What movie are you embarrassed to admit you’ve watched? None that I can think of.

Would you ever take a bullet for your significant other? I wouldn't have to think about this for a moment, hell yes I would.

If you were starving on a freezing mountain, would you eat your friend? Some things aren't worth living after, no.

Does the movie Titanic make you cry? It sure did, haha. I cry VERY easily, though.

Have you ever had an embarrassing period story? If so, what happened? Not that I remember.

Who is a former friend that you wish would come back into your life? I think I'll always miss Megan. I shouldn't. She lied to me about so, so much because she wanted pity from an online friend that couldn't verify she was lying. Forever shoutout to Mazzy for making me face my fear she was bullshitting everyone, Megan admitted to it when I confronted her. Then she just ran and disappeared from my life. I don't think she was some dangerous predator or something, I genuinely believe she was just a kid making a fake life on the Internet to get sympathy from people.

Have you ever thrown up in public, in front of someone else? If yes, was it embarrassing? Yes. Once in true public (in kindergarten), once in front of Girt in an extremely embarrassing show. I don't count my mom, she's almost always present when I throw up because I call for her to be with me. I have an extreme phobia of vomiting and get legitimately terrified when I feel it coming, like my body doesn't know what to do.

Did you ever take your dog to school? Yes actually, I remember bringing my dog Teddy to my 5th grade class one day. I can't remember what the occasion was, though.

Have you ever seen a Broadway show? No.

What by your definition is the naughtiest thing you have done? I am not comfortable sharing that.

Do you like your best friend’s parents? Could you even tell me their names? I only know his mom (who's great) 'cuz his dad died before I ever met his family. Shelia (yes, it's spelled that way) is his mom, Donald Sr. was his dad.

How many fridges are in your house? One.

If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Of course he would, if he was with me.

Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? If I was single, Richard Kruspe and probably Mark Fischbach still. What opposite people, that's an image. 😂 Idk I love Oliver Riedel (another member of Rammstein) too and he's such a sweetheart too, maybe I'd replace Mark with him, at least he and Richard are homies so it'd be less awkward lmfao. Ollie is married though so Marie approval before something like that.

What color are your towels? We have different colors.

How many pillows do you sleep with? Two.

Have you ever needed to call the police? 911 when we thought my mom was having a heart attack. She actually wasn't, I can't remember exactly what the issue was, but it was... extreme for her. And extremely terrifying.

Are you afraid of walking alone at night? I'd be terrified, if I actually did this.

Where did your last kiss take place and with whom? Girt's car, with Girt obviously.

Do/did you get into trouble a lot at school? No, I was a very good student. I only ever got in trouble for excessive tardies in the morning, because I was pain in the ass to get out of bed in the morning so I'd occasionally be a few minutes late to my first class. I had detention once for this because I reached the threshold they allowed, and it was the only time I've ever had detention.

Have you ever been offered drugs but declined? I've never been offered drugs, I think. But possibly at a party I went to at my friend's place? Summer knew I didn't smoke weed, but I suppose it's possible one of her friends offered me a hit but I woulda said no.

Have you ever been offered drugs and accepted? No. Well wait, alcohol is considered a drug, in which case, yes. But that's it.

Tell us something weird that turns you on. I mean, "weird" is subjective.

When did someone last admit romantic or sexual feelings for you? Was the feeling mutual? Girt and I have been dating for almost three years now, so obviously it was mutual. No one else has admitted anything since.

What is something you have given a lot of thought to lately? I'd prefer to not get into it, because it's stressful to think about and I'm just gonna ramble, and I ramble badly about shit I barely even care about lmao, nevermind something I've thought about a lot.

When did you last swallow your beliefs to avoid an argument or confrontation? A few days back with an armchair diagnoser about someone she's never met but is passionate about. She was VERY passionate about it and was aggressive at opposition. Don't try to diagnose people you don't fucking know, lads.

Do you usually initiate hugs? Yes.

What are you looking forward to? Seeing Girt again, I miss him.

Do you think you’re a good person? I try to be.

Are you a very open or private person? It depends on the topic.

What is your favourite Christmas movie? Jim Carrey's How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I also really enjoy Home Alone 2: Lost in New York.

What do you get complimented on the most? My hair or tattoos.

If money was no object, where would you move to? Blue Ridge Mountains in NC.

Who was the last person to make you cry? I think my mom.

Who was the last person you talked about sex with? I'm sure it was Girt.

Post a screen shot of your Twitter "Interactions" page. I don't use Twitter and Twitter and all Elon Musk owns/creates can rot.

Click on the messages tab on Facebook, post a screen shot (erase surnames for safety). I could do this one, but I just don't feel like it lmao. I'd wanna censor their whole names and photos.

Post a screenshot of your tumblr activity page. THIS one is purely I just don't feel like it lol.

Do you believe in soul mates? Nope.

Do you play video games? Yes.

What age do people usually mistake you for? I've been mistaken for ~19.

What perfume do you wear? I barely ever wear perfume at all. I think I have one called Blush in the bathroom cabinet, and it smells nice, but it's years old lol.

When you wash your hands, do you use the cold or hot tap (faucet)? We have one handle; temperature depends on which direction you turn it. I tend to just push it up towards the middle. If I'm in a place where there ARE two faucets though, I'll pick the hot one.

What is the biggest injury you’ve ever sustained and how did you do it? Running down the road as a kid and falling. I tore my knees the FUCK up, I'm talking treating wounds for a long time that involved blood and pus both.

What is the most unique animal you’ve ever touched? An Abyssinian ground hornbill named Ike at a local bird sanctuary, probably. I had a once-in-a-lifetime experience to have this bird bond with me. One of the employees was nearby when he just walked right up to me at the fence and wanted attention and she said she'd never seen him do anything like it with a guest before. He stayed with me for as long as I remained there, and we got photos and video. He really enjoyed me gently petting him.

Which would you rather out of these 3 options? A: Be good looking and extremely intelligent but so poor you live on the streets. B: Be extremely intelligent and a millionaire but what society classes as ugly. Or C: Be good looking and a millionaire but extremely academically challenged? Why? B, so long as you don't mean ugly at heart.

Would you rather raise 25 children or have the chance of ever having children taken away? Why? I WISH I was infertile, dude. I'd rather kill myfuckingself than have 25 children.

Whose concert would you most like to see? Rammstein, it's not even a competition. Not just because I love them, but they famously put on a serious show.

Do you have any regrets? Of course I do, I don't know if I believe people who say they don't regret ANYTHING.

Who are the three most important people in your life? Mom, Girt, and... idk about the third. If Mazzy and Tez can both count despite being two, then them.

Are you afraid of dying? I mean, I'm afraid of the experience of dying, but not death itself. I believe death is just exactly as things were before I was born: complete lack of consciousness.

[erineverly]

everybody  needs  a  little  time  away,  i  heard  her  say,  from  each  other.  even  lovers  need  a  holiday,  far  away,  from  each  other…  

peter  cetera’s  voice  pours  from  the  speakers  and  fills  the  sweet-smelling  interior  of  the  red  jeep  wrangler  with  a  hint  of  nostalgia,  but  the  driver  doesn’t  seem  to  notice.  her  sightless  eyes  remain  fixated  on  the  winding  road  ahead,  looking  but  not  really  seeing.  a  fresh  wave  of  tears  blurring  her  vision,  and  still  her  foot  continues  to  steadily  apply  more  and  more  pressure  to  the  gas  pedal.  she  could  care  less  she’s  a  long  way  from  home,  on  decker  canyon  road;  the  road  famous  for  two  things  —  an  impressive  pile  of  rust-covered  chassis  of  cars  adorning  its  hills,  and  its  uncanny  ability  to  give  even  the  calmest  drivers  gray  hair  and  forehead  wrinkles.  she  should  pay  attention  to  her  surroundings  as  one  wrong  turn,  one  slip  of  a  wheel  and  it’ll  all  be  over,  but…  that  thought  no  longer  scares  her.  in  fact,  she  embraces  it.  she’s  been  driving  aimlessly  for  almost  two  hours  now,  trying  to  muster  enough  courage  and  looking  for  the  perfect  spot  to  put  an  end  to  all  this  pain.  she  doesn’t  remember  when  exactly  she  lost  all  will  to  live  but  it  must  have  been  a  gradual  process,  and  now  her  mind’s  made  up  —  she  needs  a  way  out…  

she  catches  a  glimpse  of  her  face  in  the  rearview  mirror  and  quickly  looks  away,  appalled  by  what’s  looking  back  at  her.  she  resembles  something  straight  out  of  a  nightmare.  her  lip  is  busted  and  swollen,  dry  blood  clinging  to  the  corner  of  her  mouth.  her  cheeks  are  puffy  and  red,  tears  mixed  with  mascara  racing  across  the  irritated  skin.  a  purple  bruise  is  beginning  to  bloom  beneath  her  left  eye.  she  makes  a  mental  note  to  herself  to  cancel  that  trip  to  new  york  tomorrow  morning,  no  fashion  week  or  photoshoot  for  her,  not  anytime  soon,  her  husband  sorted  that  out.  it  was  a  particularly  nasty  fight,  even  as  for  their  standards.  the  most  violent  one  yet,  she  thinks,  feeling  helpless.  it  all  started  when  the  singer  came  back  home  later  than  expected,  smelling  like  cheap  beer  and  another  woman’s  perfume,  and  she  decided  to  confront  him  right  there  and  then.  where’d  he  been?  with  whom?  she  threw  all  kinds  of  accusations  at  him  before  he  even  managed  to  take  off  his  jacket.  she  told  him  she  knew  he’d  been  tempering  with  her  birth  control  —  did  he  really  think  she  was  an  idiot  and  wouldn’t  see  a  difference?  then  she  told  him,  or  rather  half-screamed  half-cried,  that  she  was  tired  of  the  constant  lack  of  attention  from  him.  he  was  never  there  for  her,  not  unless  he  wanted  something  from  her,  all  while  expecting  her  to  be  available  at  any  given  time.  and  so  it  went  from  there,  neither  needing  more  than  a  spark  to  ignite  their  fury.  at  some  point,  she  ended  up  throwing  an  ashtray  at  him,  aimed  at  his  face  but  it  hit  him  in  the  shoulder.  glass  scattered  everywhere.  she  also  delivered  the  first  slap.  though,  when  he  finally  retaliated,  she  didn’t  really  stand  a  chance.

and  so  here  she  is,  all  alone,  with  nowhere  to  go  and  a  head  full  of  terrifying  ideas.  she  can’t  go  back  home  now,  doesn’t  want  to  go  back  home  now.  or  really  ever  again.  she’s  finally  had  enough.  she  can’t  keep  going  on  like  this.  she’s  decided  that  she  won’t  take  him  back  no  matter  what  he  does  or  says.  and  who  knows,  maybe  he  won’t  come  crawling  back  this  time  ‘round?  maybe  he’ll  keep  his  word  and  stay  away  from  her.  wouldn’t  that  be  something?  the  only  thing  that  she’ll  miss  is  his  dog,  but  other  than  that,  she  figures  she’ll  finally  feel  free,  find  happiness  again.  it  will  take  time,  but  she’ll  get  through  it.  unfortunately,  as  she’s  dwelling  over  the  fateful  events  of  tonight,  the  low-fuel  warning  light  illuminates  on  the  dashboard  and  captures  her  attention.  even  in  the  state  that  she’s  in,  she  figures  she  can’t  let  her  car  die  in  the  middle  of  nowhere  in  almost  complete  darkness.  she  might  have  a  death  wish,  but  she  wouldn’t  want  the  sentence  to  be  carried  out  by  some  hobos  with  switchblade  knives  and  rotting  teeth.  besides,  she’s  growing  more  and  more  tired,  and  who  is  she  kidding?  she  could  spend  the  next  ten  hours  in  this  car  and  still  she  wouldn’t  have  the  guts  to  drive  it  off  a  cliff.

she  has  to  find  a  place  to  stay,  but  her  options  are  limited  to  say  the  least.  she  thinks  about  going  to  the  only  place  where  she’ll  always  be  safe  and  loved  —  her  mother’s  house.  she  wants  nothing  more  than  for  her  mom  to  take  her  into  her  arms  and  hold  her,  tell  her  that  she  did  the  right  thing  by  finally  leaving  that  man.  however,  one  more  glance  at  her  reflection  has  her  coming  back  to  her  senses.  she  simply  can’t  let  her  own  mother  see  her  like  this.  it  would  break  venetia’s  heart.  she  could  go  to  meegan,  but  meegan’s  seen  too  much  already  and  it  wouldn’t  be  fair  to  put  her  through  this  all  over  again.  she  could  go  to  taryn’s,  but  she’s  too  embarrassed.  her  childhood  friend’s  never  been  particularly  supportive  of  her  relationship  with  the  singer,  and  erin  doubts  she  could  handle  a  single  didn’t  i  tell  you  so?  she  figures  she  could  go  to  mandy’s,  but  it’s  been  almost  two  months  since  the  last  time  they  spoke.  she  and  duff  finalized  their  divorce  at  the  beginning  of  april,  and  although  the  two  women  had  tried  to  stay  in  touch  at  first,  their  bond  deteriorated.  if  erin  showed  up  at  her  doorstep  now,  she’d  be  putting  both  of  them  in  an  uncomfortable  position.  she  could  always  go  to  a  motel,  but  even  though  she’s  toying  with  the  idea  of  ending  her  life,  she  doesn’t  want  to  go  down  quietly.  what  she  really  wants  is  attention.  and  to  make  the  redhead  pay  for  her  suffering.  and  who  else  knows  just  how  awful  her  husband  can  be?  who  would  take  her  side  in  a  heartbeat  in  any  situation?  who  wouldn’t  pity  her  or  look  away  from  her  bruised  face  in  disgust?  who  could  help  her  get  rid  of  this  pain?  there’s  only  one  person,  she  decides  and  heads  for  laurel  terrace  where  an  old  friend  of  hers  currently  resides. 

steven.  she’s  never  felt  any  sort  of  romantic  attraction  towards  the  drummer,  even  though  neither  can  deny  the  strange  tension  that  blooms  between  them  when  their  eyes  meet  or  hands  brush  against  one  another  by  accident.  they’re  good  friends,  that’s  all  there  is  to  it,  erin  insists  and  her  heart  agrees  —  she’s  only  ever  truly  loved  one  man  and  never  felt  attracted  to  any  of  his  brothers.  how  weird  would  that  be?  but  she’d  have  to  be  blind  and  stupid  to  think  steven  feels  the  same  way  about  her.  he  must  have  had  a  crush  on  her  at  some  point  (and  maybe  still  does),  or  maybe  he  only  found  her  interesting  because  of  the  strange  rivalry  between  him  and  axl  that’d  been  going  on  for  months  back  when  they  first  started  hanging  out.  either  way  and  whatever  the  reason,  he’s  always  in  her  corner.  he  greets  her  with  a  smile,  cracks  jokes  and  makes  her  laugh  even  when  she  doesn’t  feel  like  laughing…  and  unlike  the  other  guys,  who  would  much  rather  swallow  a  pile  of  shattered  glass  than  openly  take  a  side  in  the  war  of  the  roses,  he  never  hesitates  to  choose  her  and  call  axl  out  on  his  behavior.  she  thinks  their  bond  goes  back  to  that  time  when  the  singer  slept  with  adriana.  erin  had  no  one  to  confide  in  and  steven  was  the  one  that  she  came  to,  the  one  who  surely  understood  her  pain  to  a  certain  degree  and  could  sympathize  with  her,  let  her  cry  on  his  shoulder.  she’s  heard  rumors  that  he’s  no  longer  the  same  person  now,  that  his  addiction’s  spiraled  out  of  control,  but  she,  naively,  refuses  to  believe  that.  they  all  do  drugs  and  drink.  they’re  only  ganging  up  on  him  because  he  keeps  getting  under  axl’s  skin,  and  everyone  always  does  as  axl  pleases…  somehow,  at  this  particular  moment,  that  fact  only  makes  steven’s  house  a  more  attractive  destination  in  erin’s  eyes.  she  won’t  have  to  lie  to  him  about  what’s  happened  to  her  and  he’ll  surely  have  something  for  her  pain.  something  stronger  than  valium.  and  so  she  makes  up  her  mind.

it’s  an  hour  long  drive,  but  she  makes  it  in  almost  half  that  time.  driving  recklessly  just  because  at  this  point  she’s  got  nothing  to  lose,  wondering  if  she’ll  eventually  run  out  of  gas  or  crash  into  some  truck.  her  thoughts  keep  coming  back  to  the  fight,  replaying  all  the  horrible  things  that  she  said  to  axl,  all  the  horrible  things  he  said  to  her,  causing  more  tears  to  well  up  in  her  tired  eyes.  her  mind’s  clearly  trying  to  guilt  her,  make  it  seem  like  maybe  she’s  deserved  all  this.  she  reminds  herself  that  she  has  to  be  strong,  that  she  can’t  go  back  now.  every  time  her  heart  pangs  and  she  begins  to  feel  bad,  she  lifts  her  gaze  and  finds  her  reflection  in  the  rearview  mirror.  a  good  enough  reminder  as  to  why  she  can  never  go  back  home.  it’s  no  longer  her  home.  she  can’t  live  with  that  man,  but  she  also  can’t  live  without  him…  the  irony,  she  thinks,  shifting  the  car  into  park  and  shutting  off  the  engine  in  the  driveway  of  her  friend’s  house.  

it  takes  steven  a  long  moment  to  come  to  the  door  and  another  to  actually  unlock  it.  she  can  hear  him  fumbling  with  the  chain,  struggling  to  get  it  off  the  hook.  but  when  he  finally  succeeds  and  invites  her  in,  erin  finds  herself  frozen  in  place  and  nearly  gasps.  he  looks  worse  than  ever.  his  clothes  have  sweat-stains  on  them  and  smell  absolutely  foul,  a  combination  of  booze  and  smoke  and  piss.  his  hair  hasn’t  been  brushed  in  days,  and  when  he  opens  his  mouth  to  mumble  a  surprised  hello,  erin,  she  realizes  that  neither  have  his  teeth.  they’re  yellowish,  with  remnants  of  whatever  it  was  that  he’d  had  for  dinner  stuck  in  between.  one  look  into  his  eyes  and  she  knows  he’s  both  drunk  and  high,  knows  all  the  rumors  are  in  fact  true,  and  for  a  second  feels  sick  to  her  stomach,  contemplates  abandoning  her  plan  altogether  and  coming  up  with  some  silly  excuse  for  her  unexpected  visit.  but  where  would  she  go  then?  she  tells  herself  that  she’s  feeling  so  uneasy  solely  because  she  hasn’t  eaten  much  today,  hasn’t  slept  either.  her  stomach  feels  like  it’s  been  scraped  from  the  inside,  but  she  ignores  it  and  forces  herself  to  step  inside,  closes  the  door  behind  herself.  the  man  in  front  of  her  is  no  longer  the  person  that  she  used  to  know  and  love  in  the  platonic  way,  he’s  just  a  shell  now,  but  she  ignores  that,  too.  the  hollow  look  in  his  eyes,  the  odor.  he  needs  help  and  all  his  friends  have  turned  their  backs  on  him,  that’s  why  he’s  changed  so  much,  she  tells  herself,  feeling  sorry  for  him.

he  leads  her  to  a  darkened,  sunken  living  room,  where  heavy,  black  curtains  have  been  closed  for  the  night,  blocking  any  light  from  the  street.  the  place  is  a  mess,  much  like  its  owner,  but  erin  pushes  a  few  empty  cans  and  used  syringe  off  the  couch  and  sits  down  all  the  same,  pretending  she  doesn’t  see  how  what  used  to  be  a  nice,  cozy  home  is  now  a  mix  between  a  drug  den  and  garbage  dump.  he  offers  her  a  drink  and  she  takes  it,  out  of  politeness  but  also  because  she  really  needs  to  forget  about  what  happened  between  her  and  axl.  she  feels  like  she’s  wasted  her  life  —  who  is  she  without  him?  no  one.  besides,  she  tells  herself,  she  can’t  be  such  a  priss.  she’s  never  been  much  of  a  drinker  and  so  it  takes  all  of  her  willpower  not  to  just  spit  that  first  sip  of  her  beer  out.  she  holds  on,  forces  herself  to  swallow  and  then  opens  up  almost  immediately,  feeling  the  need  to  get  it  all  off  her  chest.  

she  sniffles  and  wipes  at  her  cheeks  while  retelling  the  story  of  how  she  got  to  where  she  is,  leaving  out  a  few  details  that  could  make  her  look  bad.  she  can’t  tell  if  steven’s  really  listening  to  her  or  just  nodding  his  head  and  dozing  off,  his  eyes  are  barely  open,  but  she  keeps  talking  to  him  all  the  same.  when  he  finally  regains  control  over  his  mind  and  body,  at  least  to  a  certain  degree,  he  tells  her  that  she  deserves  better,  that  he  knows  the  singer  just  as  well  as  she  does  and  he’s  simply  not  going  to  change  his  ways,  trades  a  secret  for  a  secret  even  and  fills  her  head  with  the  kind  of  stories  that  axl  kept  hidden  from  her  —  whether  they’re  true  or  not  is  a  whole  different  thing,  of  course,  but  she  absorbs  them  either  way.  they  leave  her  feeling  even  more  horrible,  even  more  unloved,  worthless,  and  that’s  when  the  drummer  offers  to  help  her  out.  she  doesn’t  even  have  to  ask,  he  comes  up  with  the  idea  to  give  her  something  for  the  pain,  claims  to  have  the  perfect  remedy,  one  he’s  been  waiting  to  share  it  with  her.

they  go  upstairs.  she  follows  him  to  his  bedroom  like  a  lost  puppy,  not  really  thinking  much  of  it  because  they’re  good  friends  and  he’s  just  trying  to  help  her  in  a  way  that  no  one  else  would  or  could.  everybody  else  is  too  scared  of  axl  to  even  consider  sharing  their  drugs  with  her,  or  maybe  too  sane  to  even  think  about  introducing  a  friend  to  heroin.  most  people  would  take  one  look  at  her  and  know  that  she’s  having  a  mental  breakdown  and  needs  a  therapist,  not  an  addiction.  but  steven’s  past  the  point  of  caring,  all  he  can  think  of  is  another  high  and  the  fact  that  he’s  waited  for  this  woman  to  come  to  him  for  years.  here  she  is,  finally  seeing  that  he’s  a  better  man  than  the  one  who  broke  her  heart,  that  he’d  never  lay  a  hand  on  her.  he  helps  her  out  because  she’s  trembling,  her  hands  shaking  as  she  tells  him  she’s  too  scared  of  needles  to  do  it  herself.  an  anxious  laugh  rolling  off  her  tongue,  pale  blue  eyes  scanning  the  place  for  an  escape  route.  she  contemplates  backing  out,  but  he  talks  her  out  of  it,  assures  her  this  is  exactly  what  she  needs.  this  will  make  all  her  problems  disappear.  and  so  she  extends  her  skinny  arm,  hoping  he  really  will  end  her  suffering.  

it  stings  only  for  a  second,  but  then  an  impossible  warmth  begins  to  spread  throughout  her  entire  body.  she  licks  her  swollen  lips,  tasting  her  own  blood  but  no  longer  wincing.  she  closes  her  eyes,  fireworks  exploding  behind  her  eyelids,  ringing  in  her  ears.  but  something’s  wrong  and  deep  down  she  can  sense  it.  something’s  wrong  with  her  body,  with  steven,  too,  with  this  whole  situation.  it  hits  her  like  a  freight  train  —  she  doesn’t  want  to  be  here,  she  wants  to  go  home  to  axl.  her  chest  feels  heavy,  so  heavy  that  she  can  barely  hold  herself  up,  let  alone  take  a  deep  breath.  her  back  collides  with  the  soft  mattress  below  and  it’s  like  a  carousel,  the  world  around  is  spinning  so  fast.  for  a  split  second,  she’s  feeling  nauseous  and  even  tries  to  signal  that  to  her  friend,  but…  is  she  making  sounds  or  just  moving  her  lips?  she  knows  steven’s  saying  something  back  to  her,  but  it  seems  that  his  voice  is  coming  from  miles  away.  are  they  underwater?  would  explain  why  it’s  so  hard  to  breathe.  are  her  ribs  made  of  lead?  she  can  feel  steven’s  breath  on  her  cheek,  his  hand  touching  her  stomach,  but  her  skin’s  burning  up  at  that  point,  and  she  couldn’t  protest  or  panic  even  if  she  wanted  to.  the  darkness  and  that  impossible  warmth  begin  to  engulf  her  whole.  gosh,  there  really  must  be  something  heavy  sitting  on  her  chest  because  she  can’t  breathe,  her  lungs  refuse  to  expand.  she  parts  her  bruised  lips  but  they’ve  already  begun  to  turn  purple.  the  last  thing  she  remembers  is  the  sound  of  knocking  coming  from  downstairs  —  what  she  doesn’t  know  is  the  man  waiting  outside,  andy,  will  save  her  life  tonight.  she’s  losing  consciousness  but  she  swears  she  can  see  her  husband’s  face.  her  mind,  deprived  of  oxygen,  must  be  playing  tricks  on  her  but  she  sees  him  and  runs  to  him,  wraps  her  arms  around  his  neck  and…  the  heavy,  comforting  warmth  of  his  embrace  feels  far  too  good  to  not  fade  into  as  everything  around  her  turns  into  dark  nothingness.

[moonahstone]

I did have hope in humanity and my own generation but it turns out we are full as as many homophobic gits as every other. 3 times yesterday people treated me as gay person with malice. It was the last day of college, a really lovely day I’d had with my friends and then the first time as I was leaving a lad yells over at me and my friends (who are all comfortably out) “Fuck the LGBT!” then proceeds to laugh with his friends. We are not confrontational people so we did nothing. Not 30 seconds later, a girl sat in her car with her friends winds down the window, screams “Homos” at us and winds it back up shrieking with laughter and drives off. This all really upset and pissed us off but this kind of thing has happened before so we left them alone and just continued with our afternoon, a really fun afternoon that was really nice apart from how tired I’d gotten, thinking that was the worst the evening was getting too. We were coming home and had gotten off a bus to catch the next one we needed to reach the are me and my Brother live at. We’d said goodbye to two of our friends who had gone separate directions and walked passed a group of teenagers. I had a pirate hat on, my brother had a cowboy hat on. We will not be going out in public wearing them again as that was apparently perfect fuel for the little shits who started following us and yelling “Oy Pirate! Cowboy!” We ignored them but they kept following and shouting things like “Are you deaf or something?” (Technically, yes but that's not the point) It reached the point where my brother was so frustrated he flipped them off, not a wise move but not uncalled for. Anyway after that one of them starts shoving my brother and when I drag my brother away from him he calls me a “Lesbo” to which as a comfortably LGBT person I snap “I am actually so piss off” That was enough for his friends to run over, steal my brothers hat which in me wrestling it back off of them, they shoved my brother, dragged my brother, kicked my brother, and punched my brother twice in the face shouting “Homos” and yelling “Fag” once. I didn’t want to fight and just kept dragging my brother away which did nothing, only meant they had to walk further. It reached the point where my friend had to run over to try scare them off which was semi successful (6ft AMAB with a very angry stare who knew one of them) to which I panicked and ran, grabbing my brother and friend and throwing them onto the nearest bus just to get them away from these teenagers who were still yelling after us. I requested the bus driver not let them on if they tried to get this bus because my brother was sobbing at the back of the bus with a swelling eye and my friend looked really out of it and I was terrified as these were the kind of kids who I’d seen carrying knives around before for a laugh, hence why I kept trying to drag everyone away, in case they turned really nasty. My point from all this is no generation is good it seems, and if your a parent to a teenager, make sure you fucking know where they are and what they get up to because if they are the kind of child who hangs around street edges looking for trouble I want you to know that you need to reassess your parenting. If they're homophobic gits who think a fun way to spend an evening is beating up gay people then your children are not good people. Fucking talk to them and stop them being like this.

[thatssosussex]

Tuesday night, the Duke and Duchess of Sussex and Doria Ragland were involved in a terrifying paparazzi car chase involving six blacked out vehicles in a chase that could have been fatal. Despite being confronted by uniformed police multiple times, the paparazzi’s cars continued their pursuit in trying to follow the Sussexes and Doria to the private residence they were staying at. They were staying at a friend’s house, and they didn’t want the paparazzi to find out where they lived. The paparazzi also committed traffic violations by the drivers include driving on a sidewalk, going through red lights, reversing down a one way street, driving while photographing and illegally blocking a moving vehicle. Photos of the couple that came as a result from the two-hour chase briefly appeared on the Daily Mail, but have since been removed. A source close to the Sussexes say Harry, Meghan and Doria are “understandably shaken but thankful everyone's safe”.⁣ (5/16/23)

[serenanymph]

(it's not blorbo blursday but act like it is) HAPPY LATE BLORBO BLURSDAY

your characters are learning 2 drive, who does what? who nearly runs someone over by aCcIDeNt and who floors the acceleration on the test drive and gives the instructor a heart attack?

HAPPY BELATED BLORBO BLURSDAY (I can believe we sent the same asks to each other omg)

Crys: The instructor is floored at how good he is. The kind of guy who can park in one shot. Weaves through cars in heavy traffic like it's nothing. Can get irritated on the road but manages to keep himself in check. If Beast was set in modern day and had a car chase scene he'd definitely be the driver (though he'd give everyone heart attacks along the way). Follows all the traffic rules save for the speed limit

Icarus: Model student. Would make friends with the instructor. Passes the test with flying colors. Godly amounts of patience and somehow never gets road rage??? However, he does have a slower reaction time than Crys and makes mistakes when he panics. Accidentally rear-ends someone and he apologizes so much and is so wracked with guilt that the person actually feels bad about taking the money he offers for repairs

Rhyme: It's all well and good until the road rage hits. "Accidentally" nearly runs over Sol. If you asked her "Alright you see Sol and Creed on the road which do you hit" she'd say "Both". Loudly blaring the horn and rolling down the window to cuss out your entire lineage if you suddenly swerve to cut in front of her or hog the lane. Can and will get out of the car to throw hands. The instructor is too terrified to fail her

Sol: My boy is floundering. Sure he has the theory down but what are you supposed to do when confronted with Situations. Will panic and hit the accelerator instead of the brake. Moves at a snail's pace with random, sudden lurches. The instructor is massaging their forehead trying to stave off an oncoming headache

Beatriz: Is she a skilled driver? Yes. Does this stop her from panicking? No. Constantly eyeing the other cars on the road trying not to think about getting in a gigantic fiery car crash. Probably hits a trash can right off the bat during her driving test because she got startled. The instructor is trying not to sigh. She'd actually do pretty well in a car chase though as long as she doesn't have time to think and start spiraling. Poor bbg just needs some confidence

Dahlia: Calmest driver next to Crys. Would charm the instructor easily. Like Icarus, passes the test with flying colors and also has godly amounts of patience, but she can break the rules easily in a pinch. The kind of driver that has her passengers screaming in terror but delivers them perfectly safely with nary a scratch on the car. Basically she's unstoppable

[ownsilentin]

Dashcam Chronicles: OwnSilent RN46 Saves Innocent Driver from Road Rage Assault

Incident Overview

On October 10, 2035, Mark Harrison, a 32-year-old IT consultant from Seattle, was driving home after a long day at work when he found himself in a terrifying situation.

While merging onto the highway, a black pickup truck aggressively cut him off, nearly causing a collision. Mark honked briefly as a reflex, but what happened next was beyond anything he expected.

The truck driver slammed on his brakes in front of Mark, forcing him to stop suddenly. Within seconds, the enraged driver jumped out of his truck, ran towards Mark’s car, and started banging on his window.

“You trying to mess with me? Get out of the car!” the man shouted, fists clenched.

Mark’s heart pounded. The man was twice his size and looked furious. He feared that if he stepped out, he’d be attacked or worse.

Thankfully, Mark had one advantage—his OwnSilent RN46 Dashcam was recording everything.

Role of Dashcam Evidence

As the man continued his aggressive behavior, Mark kept his cool, pointing to the dashcam mounted on his windshield.

📌 The red recording light was blinking, making it clear that everything was being captured. 📌 The footage showed the pickup truck driver’s reckless behavior leading up to the altercation. 📌 The aggressive driver’s actions, threats, and attempted assault were all recorded in 4K clarity.

Realizing he was being filmed, the road rage driver hesitated. His expression changed from fury to uncertainty.

After a tense moment, he backed away and sped off.

Mark immediately called the police, providing them with the dashcam footage.

Investigation and Legal Proceedings

🚔 The police identified the driver using the truck’s license plate from the footage. 🚔 They discovered he had a history of road rage incidents and traffic violations. 🚔 He was later arrested and charged with reckless driving, attempted assault, and intimidation. 🚔 Mark’s dashcam evidence was the key factor in holding the driver accountable.

Had Mark not had his dashcam, he could have:

❌ Been physically attacked with no proof of what happened. ❌ Struggled to report the road rage driver without video evidence. ❌ Been blamed for the altercation if the aggressive driver made false claims.

Emotional Impact

The incident left Mark shaken but also incredibly thankful that he had a dashcam.

“I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if I didn’t have that footage. The second he realized he was on camera, he backed off. That little red light probably saved me from serious harm.”

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Final Thoughts

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[zethings]

my town does this car show every year and i was working fast food last year when it was on and the stories i have.

for reference, i worked at a very famous chicken shop that is a global franchise. the store would be open until 11pm on thu, fri, and sat whilst it would only be open till 10pm the rest of the week.

during this horrible time, we would have cars in the drive thru until 11pm, as the final car event would end at around 10/10:30 and we were one of the closest of these shops to the event.

the event hosts thousands of people, so you can only imagine that you are sure to get a bad bunch somewhere there.

i was working drive thru one night, and had run out of $50 notes and needed them in my till as somehow that was the only currency these people where using at 10pm.

i had the drive thru window closed, as i couldn't serve any customers with my till open as my manager filled it; otherwise people could easily reach in and steal the money.

there was a line of cars in the drive thru during this time, but the car at the second window hadn't been served their food yet so i wasn't too worried.

whilst casually talking to my manager (because what else am i meant to do?), the car that is at the first window and hasn't paid yet starts to drive through to the second window.

quickly i opened the window and was like 'hi sorry can you reverse, you haven't paid for your meal yet', keeping in mind that i am sixteen at the time and hate confrontation.

the next minute the lady in the drivers seat was all up my ass like 'well you weren't serving us' and 'you were just stood there doing nothing'.

my manager quickly closed my till and stood beside me whilst i got this lady to reverse so she could pay for her meal.

thats when i realise she has a boyfriend in the passenger seat.

and that they are wearing matching pajamas.

i am absolutely terrified of getting yelled at and was putting on my sweet voice to try and get them to just be kind to me.

news flash: did not work!

the boyfriend proceeds to lean over his girlfriends lap and yells, in my face, 'you need to open the damn window, and do your fucking job!'.

WELL SIR!

MAYBE you should open your fucking eyes and realise that this is a restaurant run by a manager who was born in 2002.

MAYBE you should realise that i am doing my darnedest and you are picking fights with a sixteen year old.

MAYBE if this is the way you are acting in public over a minor inconvenience, i can only imagine what it would be like at home with no one around.

the girlfriend did not back me up, even as her boyfriend kept repeating it multiple times in my face.

my manager is stood next to me, jaw on the floor, but tells me to continue with the transaction.

next thing you know, payment has gone through and my manager has gone to the second window to warn them about how rude this car is.

until my manager returns, i am stood at the window taking customers payments on the verge of tears.

about two minutes later my manager came back and said 'would you like to go sit down?", i literally started sobbing so yes i went and sat down.

i remember this SO vividly because the way the girlfriend didn't do anything- and the matching grinch pajamas- really got to me.

so reminder: when you are yelling at workers at fast food chains, you are yelling at literal teenagers who are just trying to get through highshool. shut up and mind your damn mouth because next time i wont.

[kyokimidori]

Harbinger

Hey lovelies, merry Christmas. What better way to celebrate then a little Tomione horror. enjoy

~Kyoki

In the beginning there was only darkness. It was all consuming, the silence deafening. And then there was light, just as it was written in the bible. However, it was not a forgiving light, for with the light, came awareness. Awareness of the state of the world, that a planet that was once full of life, full of beauty, had wasted away to nothing. The wind was harsh as the sky turned black over the barren landscape, thunderous clouds rolling in, filling the air with danger. A feral scream filled the once silent air, chilling anyone who could hear it to the bone. It was the telltale sign that a predator was hunting.

Terror filled the body of a young woman, who had been hiding nearby. She knew that sound, knew that it was too close. She was being hunted. She barely had a second to rise from the position she was in, having been previously filling her water bottle in a nearby stream, when the creature crept out of the woods. No one knew what the creatures were, where they came from, they only knew that they were there, they were dangerous, that they despised life, desired to consume it. A growl escaped the creature, sharp teeth flashing threateningly. Hermione stared at the creature, knowing she needed to run, but her body was frozen, she was unable to move, too terrified of the predator before her.

 This was not the first time that she had encountered these things, though she never got used to it. The first time had been completely terrifying, to one day be walking in the street, on her way to her college classes, minding her own business, then suddenly hearing screams of terror. She was a medical student, so she assumed that it was an accident, that people needed her help, so she had run to do exactly that. Nothing could have prepared her for the scene she stumbled upon.

She had seen many emergencies in her time, she had never been squeamish, but to witness the gore that she had that night.. Well it haunted her every waking moment. She had stumbled upon the scene, shocked by the sheer amounts of blood, of people running away in terror. Why weren't they helping the victim?! She had shouted at someone to call 911 but No one listened to her. Another scream, this one filled with pain had filled the air and Hermione whipped towards the sound only to be confronted with a creature from her very nightmares. Crouching over a little girl who was being eaten alive was the most terrifying creature she had every seen. It was tall, at least seven feet, long and lanky. It looked as if it might have been human , but it was not anymore.

The creature knelt next to the child, long limbs bent so that it was could feast upon the prey. Another scream erupted, and this one got the creatures attention. It whipped towards her, blood drizzling from a mouth that took too much of its face up, a piece of flesh hanging from too sharp teeth. Hermione was shocked as it started to stalk towards her, its eyes glimmering with hunger, but what shocked Hermione into not moving was how human its eyes looked, how intelligent. The monster crouched down, obviously about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. Luckily it had never gotten the chance. Hermione watched as a silver BMW crashed into the creature, sending it flying. The driver rolled down the window, screaming at her to get inside. She hadn't hesitated, stranger danger be damned. Shed take her chances with the driver verses the horror show that was scrambling up, its long talon like fingers making gouges in the concrete. She had been saved that day.

Unfortunately for her, there was no car to save her, no dark haired passenger asking if she was alright. She was alone. What was worse was the fact that she knew this was the same creature, its eyes glinting with familiarity. Hermione took a step back, water licking at her ankle. The stream wasn't forceful enough to help her escape. She wished Tom was here, the man that had saved her all those months ago, her friend, traveling partner, but tom was missing, had gone for supplies, had been gone for days. She had been staying here, waiting, hoping he would come back. It hadn't been a wise move, she knew that she should have kept moving, it was how she survived, for this creature had been stalking her since that first time. It was the only way they had managed to stay alive. Now, now she was going to die.

The creature seemed to concur with her thoughts, as it flashed her a feral grin, teeth stained red with whatever creature it had made its meal. Hermione closed her eyes, knowing there was no use in running, and waited for her death.  Popping sound filled her ears followed by the creature screaming in what could only be interpreted as pain, causing the bushy haired girl to open her eyes. She wasn't expecting the sight before her, a harpoon sticking out of the creatures chest, where its heart should be. Her eyes drifted down the harpoon, its end attached to a rope in which her savior was tying to a large tree, even as the creature dug frantically at its chest, trying to dig out the iron rod. She was mesmerized by the sight of its forest green blood dripping down gray skin. So much so she could barely hear the screaming. At least until warm hands grasped her shoulder, shaking her as brown eyes bore into her own.

“Hermione, snap out of it. We have to go. Now.”

“Tom?” she was shocked to see he was alive, having assumed he was dead. She nodded as he dragged her past the creature who tried to lunge at them, though was held by the rope, for now. They ran, as fast as they could, making into a car nearby before they heard a loud snapping sound followed by the sound of a tree falling. A feral cry filled the air, the telltale sound of the creature running filling their ears.

——————— In the end it was the blaring of her alarm that awoke her, the sound of that annoying rooster crowing in her ear that saved her from being eaten alive that night. Still, the nightmare jarred her, causing Hermione to glance around the room, her honey brown eyes searching the room frantically for the sign of the creature she had seen, for tom. She found nothing.

“It was a dream” she whispered to herself “ that's all Hermione, just a nightmare.”

It was true, it was a nightmare, and it had gone on for months. It made it hard to sleep, to concentrate. Who wanted to be locked in the nightmares that she was constantly in. A world where she had to fight every day to survive, had to run from a creature that wanted to rip apart her flesh. Her only condolence was Tom. Yes, he was a figment of her imagination, a projection to help her feel safe. She knew that, knew it was sad that she craved the companionship of Tom enough that she traveled to the dream scape every night. The dream was never the same, sometimes she was alone like this last dream, sometimes she had stolen moments alone with Tom. She enjoined those calmer dreams, it kept her coming back, kept her wanting more.

It were those moments, the moments where she had stolen kisses, gentle caresses, that she wished that Tom was a real human being, not a figment of her imagination, a coping mechanism to survive those horrible dreams. Alas, Tom Riddle did not exist. With a heavy heart Hermione got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready for her day.

It was hard to concentrate, it had been all day, her dream kept tormenting her, she and Tom had been in such danger, and she had left him, woke up and abandoned him. She knew it was silly, Tom wasn't real, she would end up dreaming of him again, and he would be fine, safe. She KNEW that, but it didn't stop the fear in her, the desperation that made her want to go back. It was not logical for her to feel such a need to go home, to return to the nightmare land, to reassure herself that Tom was indeed safe and sound, but she did anyways, unable to resist.

It wasn't like her, to skip classes, to feign illness and go home so she could take a nap, all so that she could see a man that wasn't even real. It was pathetic, and if her best friends found out, she was certain what they would say. Harry and Ron would suggest she go to the doctor, while Ron and Harry’s girlfriends,Lavender and Ginny, would suggest they had a girls night to “relieve stress”.

Hermione fell ungracefully into her bed, face first, letting the comfort of her soft mattress envelop her, willing it to swallow her as she closed her eyes, wanting to return to Tom.

“Hermione…”

His voice was a soft whisper, sweet, seductive. Hermione rolled over, on her side, looking for the man whose voice whispered her name, but her bed was empty. She groaned and closed her eyes again. It seemed her imagination was running wild today.

“Hermione, Dove, wake up.”

His voice sounded closer this time, she rolled back over, sitting up, looking around. Was she in a dream? She heard his voice, heard him as if he was right beside her, but he was nowhere to be seen. No, she had to be awake still. Her dreams were never like this, never so vivid. She pinched her arm, though she was not sure why she did so. Even when she was sleeping she felt pain. Pinching herself wouldn't help her decide if she was asleep or awake. She slowly sat up, convinced she was awake. More then likely the voice that she heard was a leak from her dreams. She had more then likely been close to dozing off and Tom’s voice had found her in the space between the world of dreams and reality. Either way, the sound of his voice had jarred her to her very bones, it had felt so real, so close, it filled her very soul with a longing she couldest understand. She knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep now.

Hermione buried her face in her hands, frustrated but also slightly embarrassed and mortified. She, Hermione Jean Granger, had skipped class to go home and take a nap in order to dream about a man who didn't even exist. It was redicous, idiotic, everything she was not.

“Get it together Hermione. Seriously, Tom isn't real.” She muttered before climbing out of bed. She knew that she couldn't sleep now, a nervous energy she couldn't explain was coursing through her body, making her feel as if she had consumed several energy drinks. No, there would be no sleeping anytime soon, so the least she could do was study for the class she had skipped. She got to work, gathering her bag and notes for her study session, packing enough snacks and drinks to tide her over until dinner.

“Hermione”

 She had headed for the door, reaching for the handle and stopping just before her hand reached it. That sounded real. She couldn't make an excuse this time, she was completely awake, yet she heard Toms voice as if he was right behind her. Slowly she turned around, almost expecting to see him behind her, his handsome smile in place, but she only found emptiness.

“Tom?” she felt stupid for saying his name out loud, as if an imaginary person could answer her, but it was instinct, an urge she couldn't fight against. To her surprise she received an answer. It was her name again, but this time she could pinpoint where it was coming from. Slowly she set her bag at the door, walking cautiously towards her floor length mirror. She looked into the reflective glass. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but her own reflection wasn't it. It blinked at her, looking just as concerned and disappointed as she felt on the inside. Was she cracking? She SWORE she had heard Tom’s voice coming from the mirror, swore even now that she could feel his presence. With a heavy sigh she closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. Perhaps the pressure of school was getting to her, perhaps she needed a break, or more then likely, a therapist.

“Don’t look so solemn Dove. I’m right here”

She dropped her hand from her face, looking up her eyes connecting with those in the mirror. She stared in complete shock at Tom Riddle.Her reflection was nowhere to be seen, instead, it was him, the man who haunted her dreams, the man who she had fallen for. “Tom? How?” she asked watching as his mouth tilted in an amused smile “ You aren't real, you are just a dream”

“Dreams are gateways to our deepest desires Dove. We can make dreams come true.” He placed his hand on the side of the mirror “I have always been real, reaching out to you in the only way I could, through your dreams. I grow tired of only being in your dreams, of not being able to hold you as I yearn to, to be able to protect you like I desire, and it seems you feel the same, other wise You wouldn't have been able to hear me this time.”

“How?” she wasn't sure what she was asking, not quite positive if she even wanted to know.

Tom seemed to know what she was asking, even if she didn't, his eyes glancing down at the delicate silver frame work of the mirror. She followed his gaze, shocked to see what looked like a door handle. She didn't need his instruction, she felt the urge fill her, idnt eve realize her hand had reached out for the silver latch until she pushed it down and pushed the frame ever so slightly. She expected for the mirror to fall, for the glass to shatter and for that to be that, to never see the man from her dreams. Instead the looking glass seemed to disappear, Tom gone completely. And then, one long leg followed by another came through.

She couldn't believe her eyes as he materialized before her, looking as real as she did. She couldn't help it, reaching out to make contact with him, expecting to feel nothing, but contacting the firm warmth of his chest instead. Those piercing eyes stared down at her.

“You don't know how long I have been waiting Hermione. How long I have waited for you, centuries, millina, an eternity.” He murmured to her, one long finger reaching for a strand of hair and tucking it behind her ear” You were always the one I needed. You were my salvation, my savior.” He leaned down leaning so close that she could feel his breath on her face. His words were entrancing, soothing. “ I had stopped believing for awhile, that you would come. That you would free me. Until you found the mirror. I called to you that day, though I didn't think you heard me. You must have, because you took my prison with you. I watched you day after day, learning everything about you Dove, Day and night I would watch, Waiting for the day you freed me. And here it is. I’m free, and it is all thanks to you” He pressed a chaste kiss against her forehead, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through her body. She couldn't see his face, as it was buried in her hair, his breath against her ear. She didn't fight him, trusting him completely. She couldn't understand what was happening, her brain overwhelmed, but it didn't matter.

He chuckled against her ear, and it shook her to the bone. His breath was hot against her ear” It’s almost unfortunate… The thing is Hermione, I Don’t need you anymore.” He took a step back from her, watching her face as the words sank in, as she realized what he meant. His once handsome smile seemed to deform, demitting his face in darkness. She took a step back, fear pulsing through her veins.

“What do you mean?”

“You were the Key Hermione. You were destined to open the door, ever since my father trapped me there. You were destined to release me upon the world. IT has always been you. Unfortunately, that was all my father intended for you to be. A key. Nothing more.” He took another step towards her, watching as she unconsciously stepped away from him, until she had cornered herself against the wall. His height the only thing keeping her from her freedom. He placed a hand on either side of her, ensuring she could not escape.

“Luckily for you, I have always envisioned things differently. Where he has seen a world of light, I have built a world of Darkness. Where you were the key to my prison, and nothing more, I found a piece of Salvation with you. So Dove, you will help me. I have shown you my world, You have embraced it. Now you will help me bring it to fruition.” He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against her lips before pulling away “Think of this as a thank you”

She wanted to ask him what he meant, but the words were lost upon her as a searing pain erupted in her body. She fell to the floor, screaming in agony. It felt as if every bone in her body was breaking, as if her very skin was on fire. It felt like torture, and for the first time in her life she wanted to beg for death, for mercy. And just like that it was gone, the pain, the suffering. Slowly she got up, legs shaky, body hunched over Tom’s looking down at him, not sure if she could trust him. He was watching her, morbid fascination on his face. She didn't understand, what was the pain, what wa-.

All thought left her mind as she caught her reflection in the mirror, time ceasing to exist for her. For staring back at her was not the girl with frizzy hair and honey brown eyes, but instead the monster from her dreams. She let out a scream of terror, and she recognized the sound. She looked at Tom, the man she had trusted, the man who had saved her from this very monster. He didn't say a word, only smiled at her.

“Hermione! Are you OK in there?” She recognized that voice, the sound of her best friend, of harry. She watched as the door opened, as Harry walked in, catching sight of the monster before him. Instincts took over as she felt a hunger she couldn't describe, as she leapt at her best friend, her sharp teeth latching onto his neck, as the metallic liquid filled her mouth.

[readingforsanity]

She's Not Sorry | Mary Kubica | Published 2024

An ICU nurse accidentally uncovers a patient's frightening past in this chilling thriller.

Meghan Michaels is trying to find balance between being a single mom to a teenage daughter and working as a fulltime nurse. While on duty at the hospital one day, a patient named Caitlin arrives in a coma with a TBI, having jumped from a bridge and plunging over twenty feet to the train tracks below.

But when a witness comes forward with shocking details about the fall, it calls everything they know into question. Was Caitlin pushed and if so, by whom and why?

Meghan has always tried to stay emotionally detached from her patients, but this time, she mistakenly lets herself get too close until she's deeply entangled in Caitlin's and her family's lives. Only when it's too late, does she realize that she and her daughter could be the next victims.

Meghan Michaels is a divorced ICU nurse who is trying to make her way back into the world after almost 2 decades of marriage. She is also mother to 16-year-old Sienna. The two of them are close, but she does split her time between both Meghan and her dad, Ben.

Meghan reconnects with an old high school friend, Nat Cohen, after meeting by chance at a divorce meeting held in the basement of a church. Meghan, divorced for a year, is thrilled to reconnect with Nat, and the two of them meet up occasionally. Nat explains that she was married to a man named Declan Roche, a lawyer at Tanner & Levine in the loop of Chicago but shortly after their marriage began, he suddenly became violent.

Meghan is hellbent on helping Nat get out of her abusive relationship, but after inviting her into her home for a few days while Sienna stays with Ben, Nat goes missing and her Facebook page goes dark and is deleted. Unsure of what to do, she tries all the ways she knows to get into contact with her but ultimately, they lose complete contact.

It isn't until she attempts to contact another high school friend named Emily, who had been Nat's best friend. When they connect via phone, Emily explains that Nat and her family had died, 19 years prior, in a car accident due to a drunk driver. Meghan is sickened to learn that someone has been impersonating her friend, that everything she knows about this woman is a complete lie. More so, Meghan revealed her deepest, darkest secret to this stranger: that she had a one-night stand with a random man she met in a bar during a brief fight with Ben that resulted in them calling off the wedding. The morning after, they reconciled but soon after, she found out she was pregnant. Unsure if the baby would be Ben's or this nameless man's, she performed a DNA test on Sienna when she was a baby, only to learn the horrifying truth, something she would conceal from Ben for the next 16 years.

After finding this strange woman on the street, Meghan confronts her. She is cruel to Meghan, knowing her darkest secret, and in a fit of rage, Meghan pushes her off the pedestrian bridge where this nameless woman falls to her supposed death.

But, that woman isn't dead: instead, she is now a patient of Meghan's at the hospital in the ICU. She is in a coma, having suffered traumatic injuries due to the fall. Meghan hasn't revealed this fact to anyone, and she unwittingly gets close to her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Beckett. And she finds out her name is Caitlin. She also learns how she was able to lie so easily - Caitlin had attempted to be an actress in California before returning to Chicago, attempting to run from a man whose life she had changed when she planted child pornography on his computer.

Caitlin remains in a coma for several weeks, but she begins to get better, slowly opening her eyes, her numbers on the Coma scale ever-rising. Meghan is terrified that Caitlin is going to reveal the truth about her to someone and she will go to jail, and she knows she needs to do something in order to keep this from happening. Stealing another patients insulin pen and injecting it into Caitlin, causing an overdose and ultimately, her death.

Terrified that someone is going to now discover this secret, she begins to worry, on top of also worrying about the uptake in crime against women around the city. She also learns that Caitlin and Ben were also dating, but it had ended due to her jealousy surrounding Meghan. Meghan realizes that Caitlin used her relationship with Ben to concoct this story, effectively stealing $10,000 from Meghan after spoofing Sienna's number, causing Meghan to think that Sienna was in terrible trouble.

Even more disturbing is that Sienna has learned the truth about Ben not being her father, and is taking it out on Meghan. When Luke, a co-worker at the hospital, invites Meghan out for a drink to talk after having a fight with his pregnant wife, Meghan goes, leaving Sienna alone to stew in her misery. But, after receiving a call from a number she doesn't recognize, Luke leaves in a hurry, claiming to be heading home. But, the same number calls again, and when Meghan answers, discovers that it is Penelope, Luke's wife.

Penelope informs Meghan that the police had been there looking for Luke, with a warrant for his arrest. During the last attack, the victim had fought back and got DNA under her fingernails, and that DNA revealed that Luke has been the perpetrator of all the recent attacks on the women around the city. Understanding now that Luke is heading to her apartment after learning that Sienna is home alone.

When Meghan returns to her apartment, Sienna is missing, her phone having been left behind. Luke contacts her with an address to where he is holding Sienna, nd Meghan attempts to get through to him. Within moments, the entire event is over as the police shoot and kill Luke. Sienna is mostly uninjured except for a potential sprained ankle. The two girls agree to keep their secret between the two of them, knowing that it would hurt Ben if he were to find out the truth.

In the end, Meghan is allowed to return to work after the investigation into Caitlin's death goes without a hitch. However, when Ben returns the engagement ring she had kept inside of a jewelry box in her bedroom, that Caitlin unwittingly stole, Meghan begins to wonder if Ben knows more than he is letting on, and if she is truly getting away with her death like she originally thought.