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[Steven was baffled by the kid's alleged black eyes, but frankly, so was Nanashi. Now that he thought about it, the kid's presence felt more ominous or malicious than innocent and curious. It felt like they knew what was going to happen...and they were happy about it. Was that just his mind twisting his own fuzzy memories, or was he onto something...?]

[Nevertheless, Steven accepted the information...though he probably didn't understand or even believe it. Nanashi was beginning to doubt himself here. They resembled a ghost more than an actual child.]

[Nanashi's question wasn't borne of ignorance -- moreso the fact that, well...the culprit hadn't acted in years. A kid in the back room was uncanny, sure, but he was more inclined to accept their presence as a coincidence. Maybe it was a kid who'd stowed away as they closed up for the night, or maybe his theory that they were a ghost had some credence to it. Whatever it was, the last thing on his mind was a killer from the 80's making a comeback.]

[Either Steven knew something else that Nanashi didn't, or he'd leapt to a conclusion that...probably wasn't accurate. He was too tired and unsure to contribute right now, so he'd leave it at that.]

[Tugging at the steering wheel had been stupid and reckless, but he'd acted on impulse -- if he hadn't, they would have ran that poor kid over. In hindsight, however...that was definitely the kid from last night. If he'd been able to put two and two together in that moment, he would have realized how abnormal that scenario was. Then again, it probably wouldn't have changed anything -- on the off chance that it wasn't him hallucinating, he'd rather save a life.]

[His actions had, of course, had consequences. Between Steven slamming on the brakes and the spinning of the car, he felt sick to his stomach -- that, and a seatbelt digging into his hanging-by-a-thread corpse was indescribably painful. He uncontrollably coughed; specks of blood sprayed the glovebox and the floor of the car. Blood pooled on the fabric of his shirt, likely from some reopened wounds. At least his shirt was already red, eh?]

[Steven's exclamation worsened the situation, riddling him with guilt on top of everything else. He choked out an apology, finding his throat even worse for wear now.] ❝ S...s-sorry...sir. ❞

[Nanashi didn't protest. He exited his side of the car, withholding an explanation until he felt well enough to speak. Rushing to his feet had some ill effects, though; not long after he was on solid ground, his stomach expelled itself...maybe literally. The resulting puddle, like the discharge from his coughs, had nothing but blood and viscera in it. Don't think about it.]

[Nanashi entered the backseat, his entire body trembling from the shock and utter agony. He believed in the reasoning behind his actions, but boy, was he paying for it.]

❝ The...kid. Th-There was a kid...on the road. ❞ [Nanashi forced out, sinking into his seat.] ❝ I-I'm sorry. ❞

That's to be expected. Trauma like that-- it tends to leave accurate but limited memories, especially this soon after the event. Nanashi might have focused on anything from how many floor tiles he saw in the back room to the springlocking itself; details about the child might be completely inaccessible at this point.

...oh, well. It was worth a shot.

Except--

"Black eyes...?" Steven echoes, struggling to make sense of what Nanashi means. A trick of the light? Something as simple as very dark brown irises? Blown pupils, maybe? He has no idea.

"Okay, uh. Good to... know."

Steven's gaze flicks toward Nanashi, surprised by the question. Nanashi knows about the company's long, unfortunate past, doesn't he? How naive does someone have to be to see a child in the back room after hours and not jump to the obvious conclusion that there's something really, really wrong going on? It must just be the general near-death confusion clouding the guy's mind. Bell debates with himself for a moment before settling on a response that's unlikely to upset the poor kid too terribly.

"No! No, of course not. Uh, I just wanted to make sure." There's no need to go into things right now when Nanashi's clearly not all there.

Steven barely gets out a confused "huh?" before Nanashi goes crazy, yanking on the wheel and sending them careening off the road.

Things happen too quickly for Bell to fully comprehend, but one moment he's slamming on the brakes, and the next--

"Wh--" He blinks, dazed, pressing an uncoordinated hand to his face to push at his glasses. There's an odd sort of pain in his abdomen where his seat-belt has bitten into him, and he can't quite tell whether he's slammed his head against something, but overall... that could have been worse.

"What the hell, Nanashi!" there's not much force to his words, and they come out more shocked than angry. He should probably make sure that none of the other employee's wounds have reopened, but at the moment, all he can do is stare straight ahead and reel from what just happened.

"Th-th-- you need to go sit in the back. I'm going to-- I don't think the car's banged up too badly, but Jesus! What did you go and do a thing like that for!"

[This was the first time ( as far as Nanashi could recall ) that Steven had ever been this angry with him -- it was deserved, though. Nanashi had pulled a stupid move that could have easily gotten them killed. That and, apparently, the sight had all been in Nanashi's head -- he'd gotten them both hurt over a delusion. He should have trusted Steven's lack of reaction as a sign that there was nothing there.]

[He shrank in his seat; he felt like a little kid again, upset and frustrated with himself for disappointing his dad. Of course, this scenario was objectively worse -- he was actively being a burden to his boss because he couldn't get his shit together. That, and he was dying. Not a good look.]

[After a moment, Steven collapsed against his headrest, then apologized for snapping. Yeah, this definitely resembled a lecture from his dad...albeit with deeper repercussions. He reassured Nanashi that they were okay and hadn't hurt anyone, which -- though partly obvious -- was a big relief.]

[It did, of course, raise some questions. Who was the kid he kept seeing? Were they connected to that suit, somehow? Or maybe it was one of those things where he'd been seeing some manifestation of the grim reaper, kind of like how people on their death bed would see otherworldly shit. God, he was in bad shape.]

[Nanashi quietly nodded as Steven offered to drive -- slowly, this time. His gaze absentmindedly drifted to his window. He stared at the road; the kid was nowhere to be seen.]

[If he saw any more "visions," huh? Yeah, Steven probably thought he was crazy now, on top of everything else. Alas, he was in no position to argue or defend himself...he'd just shut up for a while. At least his throat might heal.]

❝ Deal. It's a left...a-at the next light. Then you turn...right, after the park. M-My house's on...Rocky Road. ❞ [Might as well get instructions out of the way now -- it'd be easier than trying to navigate from the backseat, and remaining silent was a good solution to...a lot of problems right now.]

Yeah, Nanashi better be sorry. That was reckless, and dangerous, and not in the ways in which Steven is used to.

The sound of retching makes Bell turn his head, hard-wired to immediately clean up any unfortunate accidents before parents start explaining, but he can see all the way from inside the vehicle that whatever Nanashi has thrown up is more blood than anything else. Oof. Now they really need to get the poor kid some rest.

Steven quickly averts his gaze and shifts his focus back to the car. It’s still running, which is good, and hopefully Nanashi’s place is close enough that the vehicle can limp along the last few miles even if there’s damage that Bell can’t see right now.

Looking back at Nanashi through the mirror, Steven grits his teeth, frustrated.

“There was not. The road was completely empty.” …it’s not Nanashi’s fault. If he had hallucinated a kid in the road, then he had… maybe… done the right thing in making sure they hadn’t hit it.

Bell sighs, letting his head fall back against the seat with a painful thump.

“I’m— no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get short with you. We’re okay, and I promise, we didn’t hit anyone.”

Nanashi needs some serious help. As soon as Steven gets him home, he’s going to call up the guy’s family if they’re not already around and demand that they get his head checked out (in addition to everything else wrong with Nanashi right now). Then Steven will go back, fix things, and— and everything will be just fine.

“I’m going to start driving again, okay?” At a far more reasonable speed, this time. He doesn’t want Nanashi to throw up more blood.

“Tell me if you start seeing any more, uh, visions, and I’ll tell you if they’re really real. Deal?”

[Steven apologized again; Nanashi speechlessly shook his head. It might feel crushing to have disappointed someone he cared about, but all the same, he could kind of understand Steven's exasperation. Honestly, he was kind of frustrated with himself for not questioning an obvious delusion, but...he was admittedly reckless and impulsive. He was already dead. What was the harm in getting himself killed if it meant saving someone?]

[Though, considering that Nanashi hadn't been alone, that was an incredibly selfish line of thought. He'd probably survive ( in...one way or another ), but what about Steven? No matter what he did, he would have hurt somebody. Lose-lose.]

❝ Right. ❞ [Nanashi quietly agreed, trying to put less strain on his throat. It absolutely could have been worse. He was lucky that it'd been a minor crash, one that might have dented the car and given them scrapes and bruises, but easily survivable. They were fine ( scratch that -- Steven was fine ). He should just latch onto that.]

[At last, Nanashi's home was within sight. He kept his eyes peeled, praying that his family wasn't home yet. They didn't need to see him like this. Please, please...]

[He breathed a sigh of relief upon spying his empty driveway. They were still out. He wouldn't worry them, so long as he kept his head low and maintained that he was sick ( and not the alternative ). He might be feeling like shit, but knowing that he'd be alone lifted a heavy weight off his shoulders. They didn't need to know.]

[Nanashi stood on wobbly legs ( frustrating, since they'd only been in the car for ten minutes, max ); Steven rattled off ways that he might be able to help, but Nanashi ( miraculously ) paled at the mention of phone numbers. Maybe he should lie. He could improvise some fake numbers off the top of his head, right? Until Steven called them or saw his actual paperwork...fuck.]

[Whatever. He'd cross that bridge once they got to it.]

❝ Water s-sounds nice. ❞ [He wondered if that might cure his raw throat...or maybe feeling anything slide down his throat would make it significantly worse. Oh, well. Water couldn't hurt.] ❝ I...don't think I can eat, though. ❞ [Honestly, he still felt kind of queasy. He wasn't about to worry his family by spewing his remaining organs onto the kitchen floor.]

[As for the recitation of numbers...he probably could, but did he want to? Absolutely not. Maybe he could delay the inevitable here.] ❝ I, uh...I don't know. That's a big ask r-right now. ❞

[Steven went ahead and used his shoulder as leverage, then firmly held Nanashi's wrist. The concerned expression that followed didn't raise much confidence. Either his skin was ice cold, or...he was missing a pulse. Maybe both -- he wouldn't be surprised at either possibility. He sure felt dead, or like someone who was slowly dying.]

[There was a lapse of silence; Steven ended it with an expression of his regret. Even if he'd opted to send Nanashi to a hospital, though, Nanashi would absolutely have fought against it. His situation felt less intimidating when he didn't have medical confirmation that he was a walking corpse. A doctor would make his predicament feel grave and alarming; he didn't need a medical professional to confirm what he already knew.]

[Especially in front of his family.]

❝ I'm fine. ❞ [Nanashi hoarsely insisted, muffling a cough. He wasn't, but he could get over this, probably. He sure could hope.] ❝ A doctor couldn't h-help me, anyway. ❞

[Steven cut himself off, unsure of how to ask a glaring question; the objective answer was no, he was not holding up ( nor was he alive ), but that was a response that Nanashi couldn't ( and wouldn't ) give. They were in the homestretch. He just wanted this to be over so he could feel...well...normal-ish again.]

❝ Feelin' better already. ❞ [Nanashi assured; contrary to his words, his throat was so scratchy that he couldn't help another bloody cough. He threw his arm over his mouth -- the same one that he'd already stained in hopes that it would "blend in." He then gave a weary thumbs-up. He was probably actively making the situation worse, but hey, he was trying.] ❝ Really. Water will cure me. ❞ [He gave a weak, forced laugh. He should really stop while he was "ahead."]

"Got it." Awkwardness hangs heavy in the air now that they're out of immediate danger, and Bell clears his throat as he scrambles for some way to diffuse the discomfort Nanashi must also be feeling.

"Sorry again for, uh. For that. I mean, things could have gone a lot worse, right?" He laughs, forcing himself to sound easy-going and less bothered than he is. Yes, Nanashi fucked up. But the kid also looks like a walking zombie right now, and the last thing he needs is to feel guilty on top of completely ill.

The rest of the drive goes smoothly, even if Steven doesn't relax his white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel until they pull gingerly up to Nanashi's house. There aren't any other cars in the driveway, which is certainly not what Steven had hoped to see.

"...looks like no one's home." Under different circumstances, Steven might ask for permission before entering the house, but time is of the essence right now. He struggles for a moment to locate the correct key, then half-jogs between the open door and the backseat to help Nanashi stand.

"I'll get you some water once we have you set down. Do you think you can stomach eating something light? And... obviously I don't have your, um, paperwork here, so I might need you to remember some phone numbers if your family are out at work. Do you think you can do that for me, buddy?"

He wouldn't be surprised if the task of contacting Nanashi's family is beyond the poor kid right now. Nanashi is obviously out of sorts, and the current goal might have shifted from "drop him off in someone else's care" to "stabilize him and call emergency services." At least the ambulances and cops would be swarming around the house, and not the pizzeria.

As Steven loops one of the boy's arms around his shoulders, he holds onto Nanashi's wrist to keep the other employee from slipping to the pavement. Bell's not an expert, but he's pretty sure the fact that he can't feel anything resembling a heartbeat isn't... good.

Nanashi quite literally feels like death warmed over. It shouldn't be possible-- none of this should be possible-- and Steven's own heart begins to race as he does his best to ignore the implications that are beginning to arise. It's hard to ignore them completely, however, and he can't help but stare at his companion out of the corner of his eye, wondering.

"...I think I-- I might have messed up. Not bringing you straight to a hospital." I'm so sorry, Nanashi.

"Do you feel--" alive?

"How are you holding up?"

i just finished school!!!!! what's the first thing i do? angst over the (death?) of a beloved cinnamon roll.

to add on to my post from earlier, i lost an uncle and a cousin to a drunk driver. i didnt know the man was intoxicated until today when the police informed us. all i can think about is how my uncle and cousin were watching over me and protected my friends and I during this event. please stay safe and aware of who you enter a car with.

When I was 19 I was a complete nut case behind the wheel. I was seriously dangerous. Although I had never been in an accident as a result, I should have been many times over. When I look back now I am horrified! On this day in 1972, however, I was driving in a uncharacteristically safe manner.

Pictured above is what was left of my 1967 Mustang after a head on collision w another car while on my way from my day job to my night job. The other driver and I were going through an intersection from opposing directions. He wanted to turn left in front of me but there was a car in front of him so he swerved from behind the car into my lane. Just as we both entered the intersection we collided at about 30 mph each which was, according to physics, is equivalent to colliding w an immovable object, i.e. a concrete wall, at 60 mph. 

Both my knees took out the dash instruments where they impacted and my face hit the windshield. The recoil tore my seat completely off it’s tracks. I flew back and then forward again. When it was all done the transmission was partly in my lap. I did a quick survey of my body and couldn’t find any apparent injury…at least that’s what I thought.

I had sunglasses on during the accident and when I reached up to remove them after the accident they wouldn’t come off. I pulled and pulled and finally broke them free. Immediately, blood gushed everywhere. What had happened was, when I impacted the windshield the bridge piece on my sunglasses embedded itself in the bony part of my nose. When I pulled them free it was like taking the cork out of a down turned bottle of red wine because the bridge piece had broken clear through to the marrow. Fortunately, that was the only injury I received.

Curiously, as I was holding my sunglasses and finally got the blood out of my eyes I noticed that the bows and the frames were nearly flat. What had happened was, I hit the windshield w such force that momentum caused the bows and frames of my sunglasses to take on the curvature of the window. W that much impact I cannot, for the life of me, understand how I didn’t go through the windshield. Incredible!

After my car was towed away and I was dismissed from the scene by the police, I went home, called my co-worker and asked if they could come pick me up so that I could go to my night job. I finished out the evening w my night job and felt no ill effects except for severe nausea when ever I thought about how my beautiful Mustang was, needless to say, totaled. 

I was sued by the other driver because I had been ticketed for driving too fast for conditions. I hired an attorney who proved in court, via police evidence, that I was traveling at 30 mph and it was clear and sunny at the time of the accident, and that the other driver turned left in front of an oncoming vehicle. I had hired the attorney to defend me in the suit brought against me by the other driver and to sue the other driver for damages. The ticket was dismissed and I won the suite but my attorney received 2/3 of my winnings because of the double representation. His name was Pete Velde. ~ Trabue Gentry

Photographed by Trabue Gentry, 1972

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Feel like I was hit by a truck

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Sometimes I say something about how my foot hurts all the time and someone will be like, "really? You never say much about it so I had no idea." Like ummm bestie I literally got hit by a truck and it ran over my foot NO DUH it hurts all the time

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Summary: Timothée Chalamet x female reader. Timothée gets a call that you were in an accident. Happy ending!

C/W: car accident, injury (not too graphic), hospital setting, pregnancy

A/N: not my best work, but I've been sitting on this for weeks and finally made enough progress that I was comfortable posting.

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"Your wife has been in a car accident. She is stable but unconscious."

The words kept running through his head as he drove like a maniac to the hospital. Barely keeping it together, he ran up to the emergency room registration desk.

"I got a call. My wife is here. She was in an accident. What room is she in?" he stuttered through panting breaths.

"What is her name?" the receptionist responded calmly.

"[Y/N] Chalamet."

"She's in room 302 in the trauma wing."

The blood drained from his face as the word "trauma" sank in. With the help of some staff, he finally found your room. He froze as soon as the door opened. You had a huge cut on your forehead and a c-collar around your neck. You were hooked up to IV fluids in one arm, and a blood pressure cuff surrounded the other. Aside from the beeping of the monitor, your room was silent.

As he closed in on your bed, he saw more damage. There were airbag burns on both of your wrists. One of your legs was uncovered to allow the deep gash on your left shin a chance to breathe. He gently took your hand in his and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. "Oh, [y/n]." That's all he could muster before breaking down into a puddle of tears.

After a few minutes, he heard the door open and looked up. The nurse came in to check your IV. "Oh good, I'm glad someone could get here quickly to be with her. Are you Timothée?" she asked.

"Yes. Can you tell me how she is doing? She's so...still."

"Sure." She pulled up your chart on the computer. "She was brought in about an hour ago. The police said a drunk driver ran a red light and t-boned the passenger side. EMTs said she was unconscious at the scene."

Timothée shuddered and placed his hand over his mouth.

"Her EEG showed normal neural activity, and her pupils were reactive, so no signs of a brain bleed. The doctor ordered x-rays of her neck and leg and CT scan of her chest, but since she's pregnant, we will take precautions to shield..."

"Wait, what did you say?"

"She's...oh, you didn't know. Oh my. We had to run bloodwork, which includes an HCG test. Her levels were indicative of early pregnancy. We did an ultrasound of her abdomen when she first got here to check for internal bleeding. The baby seemed unharmed. It is very early but there was a strong heartbeat. We printed this." She handed Timothée a black and white picture on slick paper.

"A baby?" was all he could mutter as he looked back at you. "How long will it take for her to wake up?"

"It could be any minute now, or it could take hours. Sometimes, the brain just needs to rest." She squeezed Timothée's arm reassuringly. "I'll be back once it's time to take her to CT. If you need anything, the nurse's station is just across the hall."

Once the door closed behind the nurse, Timothée looked down at the small picture in his hand. There was an arrow pointing from the word "baby" to a dark, bean shaped spot inside of a larger gray oval. The two of you had decided last year to start trying to get pregnant, or at least not prevent it. And to think he could have lost both of you in the blink of an eye before he even knew. Likely before you even knew. You were terrible at keeping secrets, especially one that big.

"Please wake up, my love." He clasped your hand between both of his and leaned his forehead against them. Silent sobs wracked his body. After a few minutes, he felt your hand twitch. He shot up from his slouched position to stare at your face. Your eyelids twitched as you slowly regained consciousness.

"What's go- Timmy?" you asked groggily.

"Hey," he grinned and loosened one hand to smooth your hair down. "[sniffle] hey there, love, I'm here. I'm here." You looked at his teary eyes and red, puffy face in confusion.

"What happened? Why am I-?" You started to move to sit up, but soreness and the c-collar kept you from doing much. You looked down at the IV in your arm and back up at him, frightened and disoriented.

"Hey, shh. Don't move around too much. You were in an accident. A drunk driver ran a red light. They need to do some more scans just to be sure, but so far everything shows you're going to be alright. Probably sore for a bit, but nothing broken or bleeding."

You leaned your head back against the pillow to look at the ceiling and take it all in. After a few moments of silence, you said, "I'm guessing my car is totaled." You loved your little red sports car. It was your first big "adult" purchase after you graduated from college years ago.

"Probably. I came straight here, so I haven't seen it. But...," Timothée paused. "Maybe this time we should look for one with four doors?"

You pulled your head back up to shoot him a puzzled look. He smiled and handed you the ultrasound printout.

"An ultrasound? Is- is this mine?!" you squeaked.

"You know I can't keep a secret to save my life," you replied with a laugh. "We're going to have a baby?!" Then you felt yourself go pale, remembering what brought you here in the first place. You placed your hand on your stomach. "Is it okay?"

He laughed and cried simultaneously. "I guess that answers whether or not you knew."

"The nurse said there was a strong heartbeat." Timothée placed his hand over yours. "We're going to have a baby, [y/n]." He nuzzled your cheek with his nose. "I'm so glad you both are alright."

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I literally can’t stop crying right now😭 i literally can’t think and cry at the same time but I really love this fic😔😔 the comparison between the orange and yellow versus red and blue was just amazing, I’m trying to think of words to describe how I feel about this but I literally can’t because of the bittersweetness of it all, the sadness but also hopeful that one day they’ll be happy again in the future even if sunmi isn’t there anymore. When Yoongi showed her the song literally broke my heart😭😭 I need to read something fluffy and cute now😭😭

Phantom

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Heavy Angst, Parent AU, Bittersweet Fluff Rating: PG15 Words: 3.9k Warnings: major character death, hospitals, mentions of a road accident, mentions of blood, trauma, emotional turmoil, lots and lots of hurt i’m sorry

Summary: “It’s your papa and mama’s song.”

Note: Inspired by SEKAI NO OWARI’s 幻の命 (Maboroshi no Inochi/Life of Phantom)

Tagging my support team @mygsii​​ and @starlightseoks​​ who gave me validation when I needed. Love you! ❤️❤️❤️ Part of @bangtanscenery​‘s April Showers Bring May Flowers Collab

You’re in a field filled with yellow and orange flowers. Bunny shaped clouds fill the sky on a beautiful blue canvas. You see a small child – your child – a few metres in front of you, picking the flowers and squealing in glee. Yoongi is crouching next to Sunmi, gummy smile present as she hands him flower after flower.

This is a dream, you think to yourself, it has to be.

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My week continues.

So I'm in the pickup with Dad and Garwik and we're driving through downtown St. Catharines. All sorts of stop walks and pedestrian crossings. So when an extended U-Haul truck tries to left turn across the street into a parking lot, it's painfully obvious he can't make the turn with all the beautification and pedestrianation of the area.

But now he can't back out because of impatient drivers slinking past behind him. So he tries to pull in more. And that's when I see the damaged car down the road.

Uhoh.

I hate debris on the road. So I -let me outtttt- and dive out the door to jog over and move the debris.

A nearby young woman asks "is this your car?" as I snap photos for posterity evidence and then chuck all the cheap plastic car shards into a pile.

"Naw," I reply, checking up and down the street. "Just moving this stuff so no other cars get damaged." Her dad was driving the U-Haul, and yes, it had clipped the car trying to pull into the space ahead of it.

Apparently the car had been there all night. I look around for signage, because of the weird white slashes on the road.

As the Google earth cap shows, No Stopping, Loading Zone Only. So this car isn't supposed to be here. But that doesn't change much.

We're debating what to do when we hear "WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"Found the owner," I quip, gaze falling on a scruffy looking older middle aged man losing his shit as he approaches. "Who did this?!?" He turns to glare at me and the girl.

The girl starts to explain her dad clipped it with a U-Haul truck and this guy starts spewing threats and curses on her, and I'm like "Newp."

I love playing Tanks in MMOs. Getting and focusing a monster's hatred to keep my group safe, surviving the battering blows and walking away victorious... That's a thankless job. So here's my forte IRL.

"Hold on a minute buddy. You're not even supposed to be parked here. This wouldn't have even happened if you had been following the law," I point out in an accusatory tone, stepping in front of the girl and glaring up at him.

He doesn't know what to make of me. "I'm allowed to park here!" he roars. "I live here!" He flails behind him abstractly at the multi level buildings. "I live here, too," the girl challenges, pointing up to her right. "We've already done four loads and you've been here since last night."

"I haven't!" he protested. Keeping his attention on me, I point out "Either way, you're NOT allowed to park here. This is a LOADING ZONE."

"I -WAS- loading!" he declares. "What, exactly?" I challenge incredulously. Can't cram THAT much in a shitty black four door car. "I had GROCERIES!" he states. "Where else was I SUPPOSED to park?!?"

"How about... In your parking spot? Seeing as you 'live here'? So probably have one?"

Now he was zero'd in on me as the biggest threat. I was bluffing out my ass, but it was working. Was he allowed to drop off groceries there? I don't know. But that doesn't excuse him being rude.

"I'm allowed to be here," he seethes.

"This is a TRUCK loading and unloading zone for THESE LOCAL businesses," I jab a finger at the sign. And just to up the ante on his attitude, I lift my phone. "And I'm calling the police."

"Go ahead!" he flails, and storms off. Much to my relief.

I 'understand'. He's panicking. His car is busted. It's partially his fault. He's scared and stressed, and when men get scared and stressed they get angry. Loud and angry solves a lot of problems by scaring them into submission. Beat chest, roar. Girl panic. Pay for car.

Newp.

So I apologise to the dispatcher but explain the situation, and that the one involved party was being aggressive, and I was concerned things might escalate, so could an officer swing by and help keep things civil. No, no injuries. Yes, everyone is here-ish. Details and names and numbers. Someone will be over shortly.

In the meanwhile, the girl's dad, mum, and brother have returned. The U-Haul is parked up the street. He's understandably sheepish. Have their licence and registration ready. He goes off to get those from the rental.

Car guy comes back so I relay the dispatch directions. "That's what I'm DOING," he huffs, slipping into the passenger side. He tries to challenge the family again as he leaves, but I'm more at ease with her other family members there. I hear something along the lines of "I was bringing out suitcases!!" Suitcases out or groceries in, buddy?

A police SUV rolls up, so I approach the passenger side and remain at a distance while the officer does his computer work. He beckons me over.

I recap events, in regards to the incident, the involved parties, and my concern of the situation escalating prompting my call. He takes me details and says he'll call me if he needs more.

I back up, and Car-guy dives into the window to make sure the cop hears HIS side first. Good luck with that.

I go for the moving family, and mention I've got damage photos if they want. Girl says to text her. Oh sshit, I can do that! Amazing technology!

Her people seem to be like 'well this is shitty but life happens.' I apologise for pulling aggro but they seem grateful. "Anyways, this is why people have insurance," she points out. I glance back at the car, some shiny stupid generic American SUV. Cadillac. Isn't that one of the richey boy brands? "Car like this, I'm sure he can afford it," I snort.

"Oh, but," the girl laughs. "This is the replacement car he was givin for totalling his vehicle just last week." ... "And he said his insurance company told him, if he wrecked THIS one, they'd drop him." ....

Well no damn wonder he was losing his shit. Buddy just plain sucks at driving. Or following rules.

Anyways. Good times.

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Life update

I broke up with my boyfriend

I quit my job at Fatburger

I got a job at a dog boarding place

I went to a protest

I met Satanists at the protest

I got a job at a doggy daycare run by the Satanists I met

I got in a car accident

I quit my dog boarding job

I frantically searched for a job that was something that wasn't only $7.25 an hour

I got a job in group homes helping Intellectually and Developmentally Disabled adults live normal lives

I lost my doggy daycare job

I'm still trying to open a bookstore

I'm crushing on my ex boyfriend's step brother who has a 2 year old daughter. I'm 19, he's 22

okay, 44 days ago, life was going great.... wow a lot can change in a little bit of time....

I started moving in with my best friend.

we were doing really well actually. then September 4th(ish) came around and everything went to shit.

Our friends were helping us clean the house because it was her 22 year old brothers house but he went to jail. so were living there til he gets out in 6 months.

he left it in such an utter disarray that it took 2 weeks to clean it.

on top of that, I've had the worst month of my life so far, and here's how it's gone.

on the 7th I paid for my tags on my new car and spent $270 on that.

I paid my half of rent for this month and I had a little extra to get a TV because I didn't have one before moving out.

On the 8th, I had a meeting with my job and I didn't think anything of it. I should've... they opened an investigation against me because I had 3 incident reports written towards me.

I left that meeting and cried in my car, and was stupid and decided to drive before I was fully ready....

I ran a red and totaled my car...

my car that I still owed over $9600....

the car I bought tags for the day before. I hadn't even had time to put on the new tags.

we were both okay, but now I never wanna live another September 8th again.

anyways I told my job I wouldn't be in and then they told me I was suspended for 3 days

I got called back in Tuesday after not going to work Monday either because I was still in pain from the accident, and they had fired me. so now I'm insuranceless again. I'm jobless, I'm car less, and I'm moving out of my mom's house.

oh that's the other thing. my friends brother was so behind on his bills, his mom had to work almost double what she usually does to be able to pay for all his bills he let lapse.... we had a 3 day eviction notice because of him.

we still have no utilities, but, we're thinking about selling his stuff to make money.

oh, and then my friends family got into stuff so bad cops were almost called and now she has to give her car back to her dad and take her brother's beat to shit car that won't even make it across town....

so it's been a month..... and the month is not over yet....

oh and I'm in a major Harry Potter kick again

What happened in that room

It wasn't pitch black when I suddenly opened my eyes. I had expected darkness; utterly pure darkness engulfing me and suffocating me with the intensity of its denseness. However, it wasn't dense like I expected. I was breathing freely. It wasn't anything like I expected even though I didn't know what to expect of it. I didn't have time to process anything that happened because it happened so quickly. The impact was too great.

When the body hits a solid surface with a great force, usually the head and the lungs collapse under pressure. The major bones crack, the arteries burst and the heart stops beating. The person often feels nothing as everything happens all too quickly at times. The body feels no rush as it stops functioning while multiple organs fail due to the lack of oxygen. The body experiences something called a trauma.

I don't fully remember the events that lead me to this place. I remember driving to work. I remember that I was excited about the presentation I had prepared for my boss. I remember pressing the horn a couple of times because the car in front of mine was going at 40mph instead of 60mph like the street sign showed. And lastly, I remember a loud noise, almost deafening and strong enough to throw me off balance. Right after that I woke up in this room; this queer looking room filled with an emptiness, devoid of anything else but me.

AI-Less Whumptober Day 2 - Car Accident

High Cookie - Ep. 16

Line Walker 3 - Ep. 02

Reunion: Sound of Providence Season 1 - Ep. 15

Psychometry/Gifted Hands (2011)

Raft House (เรือนแพ) - Ep. 17

Blind (2021)

AI-Less Whumptober Day 6 - Self Sacrifice/“I’m The Only One Who Can Do This”

Pit Babe - Ep. 10

Love in Twilight (Prajan Daeng) - Ep. 12

Crime Crackdown - Ep. 27

Seobok

The Game: Towards Zero - Ep. 22 (On Viki) Ep. 11 (On KissAsian)

Bros Telepathic

Philosophical Incident

Augusnippets day 6: car accident | plane crash | shipwreck

Word count: 500

Trigger warnings: minor injury, minor blood

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“Cass. Cass! Cassie!”

Cassander let his head loll to the side. “What,” he deigned to answer.

“Don’t ‘what’ me, ya goth fuck!” Mag snapped. “Stop contemplating the secrets of the universe and tell me if it’s because yer being you or because yer head got fucking cracked open!”

Ugh, he was so loud. “If now isn’t the time for philosophy,” Cassander posited, “when is?” The road was nice and level, warm from the sun. It was a good day for cloud-watching. In all honesty, laying here and staring up at the blue sounded like a much better deal than having to sit up and contend with any injuries he definitely had.

“When yer magic-forsaken road rash hasn’t maybe sheared off important bits of your fucking circle tattoos! Have I mentioned lately that those’re fucking suicidal? Have I mentioned that I don’t like being, oh, I dunno, stabbed or burned or exploded?”

“If my spell circles were going to explode,” Cassander said, “they would’ve done it already.” They did have a point, though. Hells. If any of his circles were affected, if his clothes hadn’t protected his skin enough … he was going to have to do so many touch-ups, he just knew it.

Alright. Time to get up, aaand there was the pain. Mostly duller pain, though—he was going to have a helluva set of bruises later.

“Any goose egg-type feelings?” Mag asked, squinting at him. “Can’t check your pupils—dizziness, amnesia, anything?”

“Oh, I hate having to reimburse people,” Cassander muttered, eyeing what had once been their car. Well, it was still recognizably a car, if you liked your cars crumpled like an accordion. At least the top was open, and they both knew how to fall when they got thrown forward and out.

“Cassander!”

“No concussion symptoms, just bruises and minor cuts.” What had made it through his clothing hadn’t seemed to touch his tattoos yet, thankfully. “You’re going to be the one paying back the rental. This is on you and your horrific driving. I didn’t think it was possible to hate cars even more than I did before.”

Mag sputtered, before leveling an accusing finger at him. “Take the wheel, then, if ya hate my driving so much!” he said.

“No,” Cassander said, flat and immediate. “I would rather die. I almost did die, actually.” It was either endure Mag’s idea of road safety, or willingly put on a siphoning cuff to provide magic for the engine. He’d like to sleep at night, thanks, instead of scrubbing his wrists raw from the nightmares.

All of Mag’s fight left him, his shoulders sagging. “Right,” they muttered, looking at a vaguely bloody rip in Cassander’s pants.

Cassander instantly made an affronted sound. “Stop looking like a kicked puppy; I know what I signed up for, or else I wouldn’t have gotten in a car with you again.”

“Right,” Mag said again, lips quirking a little; he held out a hand. “Well, let’s figure out how’ta get outta this mess.”