#this is another one of those ideas that hit me with the force of 5000 buffalos

[tiny-feisty-gay]

@lenfer-incarnadine first of all, i'm so glad you like it! vaggie and charlie matching makes me so happy tbh, like, they already are matchy in the show and i feel like the early days where there were just little hints of it must have been so cute. thank you so much! <3

as for the writing part, god, i wish had magical writing secrets. writing a lot in one sitting is exhausting, albeit fun, and quantity doesn't always equal quality. this happened to be a very long bit because i hit a stride partway through, but i also wrote and rewrote chapter eleven four? five? times before i hit that stride.

so, with that said:

Don't be afraid to start over. I use Scrivener because it's really easy to move paragraphs, blurbs or entire scenes into a folder and out of the main text body, but you can mimic that by just making a new document(s) for those cut words if, like me, you would rather saw off your own arm than actually delete words. If something isn't working, you've already walked away from it to let it rest, and it still doesn't work... go back to where it was working and start over. Trust me, wrestling an uncooperative scene into submission is a whole lot harder than accepting that the foundation is bad and rebuilding it. Nuking the words you're struggling with gives you a blank slate to start from, and another chance at catching that elusive writing stride.

This works for my brand of neurodivergence but your mileage may vary: track your progress, whether that's by words written or time spent writing. Personally, word count is more reinforcing to me, so I track words written. I have a GDoc spreadsheet dedicated just to word tracking, which I update at the end of each day and then tally up at the end of the month. It's a really good way to get that "ah, finished!" feeling even if you're still in the middle of a project.

Specifically for writing "lots of words", first decide if your scene needs a lot of words. Action scenes tend to need less and do better with short sentences and sparse internal dialogue, whereas emotional and introspective scenes do better with longer sentences, descriptive language, and more sensory detail. I write a lot of internal stream-of-consciousness style stuff, so my word counts tend to go higher than someone who focuses primarily on action might.

Writing a lot of words is at least partly down to consistency, and the best way to tackle consistency is to find what works for you. For me, it's listening to some music and carving out time (usually at night, when I'm most productive) to write. Whether I write 50 or 5000 words, they get added to the spreadsheet all the same, I brag to friends about them all the same, and I'm proud of myself for getting them done all the same. I know it's easier said than done, but mindset is everything with writing and self-deprecation/guilting yourself will kill creativity faster than anything else.

Lastly: having a friend group of other writers changed my ability to write entirely, and I'm not exaggerating at all. I also write original fiction and most of our conversations revolve around our novels, but finding a group (for me, it's a small discord server) where you can bounce ideas and workshop wording and just gush about what you're working on it so helpful.

Writing a lot is less about the writing itself, and more about removing as many barriers as possible that might stand in your way. Things like doubt, demotivation, distractions, and isolation. Writers tend to be a pretty introverted bunch so the isolation part is, in my opinion, one of the most important.

Also: basic self care. Food, water, cleanliness. And if you're struggling to get those basics done? Decide whether you can handle writing at all, or if trying to force it will just make you feel worse. There's no shame in taking breaks; nobody (including the great writers of history, yes I will die on that hill) can write every single day without faltering. Nobody should force themself to write every single day without faltering. Pick something reasonable, stick to it as much as possible, and give yourself enough grace to be flexible on it.

Forgiveness of self goes a long way for writers.

Idk if any of this was helpful but I couldn't really answer the question directly since it's a lot more than that, but I hope some of this gave you some ideas <3

"surely this will be a normal length chapter"

~six thousand words later~

[showsonface]

what if dex only spoke in the form of scottish tweets

[ahsokasleftbicep]

Name and Soul: Chapter 3

AH! Here we go! Enjoy!

@mqgriett @darkangel4121 @thelambandthewolffe @maulscrosshair @trash-dino-5000

Crosshair x F! reader

Word Count: 2091

Warnings: SPOILERS for episode 3, Wrecker being best uncle, Sad Crosshair stuff, internal conflict, Tarkin being awful

“That doesn’t look very comfortable, kid.” You crouch down to Omega, who set herself up against Gonky and a wall.

“It’s okay, we’re fine.” The girl smiles up at you before looking back to her datapad.

You sit down next to her, patting the droid behind her. “How’s that diary coming along?”

Omega smiles and reaches next to her, opening the diary excitedly. “Really well! I can’t wait till we get him back. Do you think I could be as good of a shot as he is?”

“Oh I know you can,” You lean down to her ear, “And don’t ever tell him this, but I think you could be better.”

“No way, you’re lying.” Omega smiles and pushes your arm, laughing.

“Omega, I swear on my life, that I would never lie to you. You have talent and you're smart. You have a lot of opportunities out there.”

“Y/n! Can you give me a hand over here!” Echo pokes his head out from the cockpit.

“Yeah, one sec.” You rest your hand on the girl's shoulder, “I’ll be right back.”

“Y/n!”

“Alright alright, I’m coming!” You roll your eyes as you walk over to the man.

“The ship got hit hard when we left Saleucami. Everything has been glitching ever since. Things would go faster if I had some help.” Echo glares at Tech, who’s fiddling with… something.

“As soon as I finish this scanner.”

You lean on Tech’s chair. “But if the ship crashes, you won’t have the tools to finish your project.”

The man raises his eyebrow and glances at you. “If the scanner isn’t finished, we might have a repeat of Kamino’s events.” The three of you go silent before Tech changes the subject. “Besides, the ship's diagnostic report indicated no critical systems were compromised.”

The ship rumbles and you and Echo are thrown to the floor. When you look up again, you no longer see the blue of hyperspace.

“What were you saying about the ship being fine again?” Tech glares at you before grabbing the controls. The ship rumbles, nearly knocking you down again. “We’re crashing.”

You strap yourself in across from Wrecker and Omega. The internal lights start flashing red.

“We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die!” Wrecker grips his seat.

“Wrecker!” The man looks at you, following your eyes to Omega, who looks terrified. She frantically looks between the two of you.

“We’re gonna… be fine. We’re gonna be fine.”

--

“Is it over?” Omega looks at you, still shaken up.

You walk to her and squeeze her hand, “Yep, it’s all over. Are you okay?”

The girl nods hesitantly, “Y-yeah, I think.”

“... we have one spare capacitor onboard.” Tech states to the rest of you.

Omega walks over to a shelf and pulls out a box. Something you recognize.

“Omega…”

“Is it in here?” The girl looks at you all, stopping on your mute expression. “What?”

You straighten up, “That’s Crosshair’s weapons kit.”

Wrecker groans, “I’ll say it. I kinda miss him.”

Tech begins to describe what the inhibitor chip can do, but Hunter cuts in. You furrow your brows at his actions.

“Look, debating this won’t fix the ship.” Hunter glances at you before continuing. “We need to get off this rock.”

--

“Is it possible to implant a chip into a natural born?” Tarkin stares at the clone through the glass.

“It is.” Nala Se speaks quietly. “Why do you ask?”

“Private L/n is a very skilled soldier, those skills would be useful. Once she is caught, I need her unwavering loyalty.”

“Governor Tarkin.” Rampart walks into the room. “I have the report on Private L/n.”

“Very good, what did you find?” Tarkin turns his attention to the man for a split second.

“She’s as skilled as any clone, if not more. She graduated top of her class as a marksman at the Academy of Carida. If I may, L/n’s skills would be incredibly useful for Project War Mantle.”

“My thoughts exactly, Rampart.”

--

You stuck your hand out from the floor of the ship, Omega handed you a tool, curiously looking down at you.

“Where did you learn all this stuff?”

“Oh way before the war, this isn’t my first.”

“It’s not? Where were you before?”

You take off Tech’s spare goggles and sigh, “I think that’s a story for another time.”

Wrecker walks by, rubbing his head. “Ow! Ow”

You stand up and tap Wrecker’s leg. “What’s up with you?”

Wrecker winced again, “I must’ve hit my head in the crash. Ow.”

You hop up, setting down your tools. “I have an ice pack, that’ll help.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Wrecker follows you back, “Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“My head doesn’t hurt that bad. But I wanted to ask you something.”

You turn around, confused. “Go ahead.”

“Well, you know how Omega has no room, like one of her own? What if we made her one? Make it a surprise.”

You smile widely, “I think that’s a great idea, Wrecker. We need to distract Omega though.”

“Guys, you need to come see this!” Hunter calls out.

As you walk out, you see a large shadow cross the window. “Woah! What the heck was that?”

Omega looks at you wide-eyed, “Some creature with a huge tail!”

Tech clears his throat, “Most likely an Ordo Moon Dragon, it took the part.”

A moment and some banter later, Hunter and Omega are getting ready to go after the creature. You look at Hunter, “Be careful.”

“Will do.”

You then look at Omega, “And you stay close to Hunter.”

“I promise! Cross my heart!” The girl responds happily.

You chuckle and wave as the two walkout. You glance at Echo and Tech arguing in the cockpit. You roll your eyes and walk to Wrecker. “Okay, let's get started! With Hunter’s senses, we don’t have a lot of time.”

--

Crosshair stands at the door, “Sir, you called me again.”

“Yes, you will have to abandon your search for Clone Force 99 for a moment. Onderonian insurgents have been found again, I will introduce you to your new squad. Find the insurgents and eliminate them. After you complete this, then you can continue your original task.”

“Yes sir, find Private L/n, terminate Clone Force 99.” The man walked out and back to his barracks. He sits on his bunk, grabbing the same necklace that he’s looked at more than a dozen times before.

Why do I care? I don’t know this woman. I love her… Wait, no. She’s a traitor. Don’t hurt her.

Crosshair lifts the ring into the light. He falls back onto his bed, clipping the necklace around his neck, completely unaware of what he did. I miss her. She betrayed the Empire. I miss my brothers. They left me. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.

--

“What’s this?” Wrecker picks up the diary from the floor. You look back from the blankets you tie up to the top of the ceiling.

“Omega is writing all the stuff that happens in there. She said it’s for when we get Crosshair back.” You turn back, looking out the window of the gunner room.

“You don’t believe her?” Wrecker places the diary on the gunner chair.

“I do. But every day we leave him there makes it feel like it’s impossible. And no one acknowledges what happened. Not even Hunter…”

Wrecker places his hand on your shoulder, “I know, but Hunter misses him. You know how he is, he can hide that stuff easy.”

“I know, but I wish he would talk about it.”

--

This man was pissing Crosshair off. He’s arrogant. And chatty.

“Hey clone, what’s that around your neck?”

“None of your business.” Crosshair glares at the blonde man.

He smirks, “A little lady, maybe?” He scoffs, “Why would someone go with a clone.”

The group steps out of the ship, sneaking through the woods. Crosshair straightens his back.

“Move out.”

--

“Wrecker, I think we need one more blanket, just to be safe. And do we have any lights?” You jump down from the room, waiting for Wrecker.

“We have lights.” The man lifts a string of them up. “I’ll get 'em.”

“I’ll go get another blanket.” You walk to your room, glancing at the bunk. Crosshairs blanket is folded at the end, just like you left it that morning. You pick it up and hold it to your face. You smell him. It’s comforting, warm, and very uniquely Crosshair.

“Here we go, one blanket.” You place the blanket with the others. “It looks great so far.”

--

“Where’s Gerrera?”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t tell you anyway.” The insurgent sneers at the helmeted man.

Crosshair tilts his head, “I believe you.” He lifts his blaster. NO! He pulls the trigger and the woman falls to the ground.

He lifts his weapon to the civilians. STOP!

“What are you doing? Gerrera’s fighters are dead. We should bring civilians in.” The blonde man steps forward.

“Those weren’t our orders.”

“Forget it, this is wrong.”

Crosshair walked up to the man, stopping toe to toe.

“You want to know why they put me in charge?”, stop it… please. “It’s because I’m willing to do what needs to be done.” He pulls out his blaster and pulls the trigger. The man drops. No, no, NO! Good soldiers follow orders. “Finish the mission.”

--

You are finishing up the room when Wrecker comes up. He’s holding something. Lula?

“What’s Lula doing here?” You look at the large soldier, who rubs the back of his neck shyly.

“I thought that Omega would like it, something to hold onto.”

“I think that’s great, Wrecker. She’ll love it.” You hold the doll and place it on the bed… next to her diary.

--

Crosshair looks at what’s left of his “squad”.

“If any of you tell higher-ups about this,” He pulls the necklace from under his armor. “I will kill you all.”

The soldiers tense up and all nod at the same time.

“... good.” I- I killed them. Innocent people. The ship lands, he goes through another lengthy debrief, he goes back to his barracks. Ignoring the others, he sits on his bunk, completely silent. Images flash through his head… of you. This woman. Y/N! Your smile, your hair, everything about you. He looks at the ring around his neck. He was right. Why would she be with me… who could love me?

--

“Tech! Can we please leave?”

“Gladly.” The man flips a few switches and the ship starts moving.

“Y/n!” Omega runs up to you.

“Omega! I heard you completed the mission? How’d it feel?”

“Well, I was really scared at first, but then I was able to get the part by tricking the creature!” The girl smiles up at you.

“I knew you’d be fine! And you saved Hunter.” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Omega.”

The girl hugs you, “Thank you, y/n.”

Wrecker walks up behind you, “Hey kid. Come with me.”

Omega raises her eyebrow, looking at Wrecker, then you.

You and the man chuckled, “Just cover your eyes.”

Wrecker guides Omega to the back of the ship, you following behind. He stops in front of the gunner room.

“Okay, open ‘em.”

Omega gasps at the view, looking from the room to Wrecker, back to the room, then you.

You walk up with a smile. “Well, what do you think?”

“I- I love it. You guys did this?”

“Yep! Y/n picked out the lights. We put it together when you guys left.”

“It was Wrecker’s idea. A great one at that.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Omega jumps up and down before climbing up the ladder, sitting on the blankets. “I never had my own room before.” She picks up Lula, then sets the diary on her lap.

“You’re a part of this squad now too. You deserve your own room.”

--

You are lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling. The door swooshes open, revealing Omega, holding the diary loosely in her hand.

“Omega, it’s late. Why are you up?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” She walks across the floor and crawls up onto your bed. “Can you tell me a story? Please?”

You look at the girl and nod. Omega scoots into your side and rests her head on your shoulder.

“Hmmm, how about another mission story?”

The girl nods, paying attention.

“So, we met with a Jedi, Anakin Skywalker…”

Hunter walks to your room the next morning, finding you asleep against your headboard, Omega asleep, snuggled into your side.

[holy-crap-i-am-russell-adler]

This is going to talk about abusive relationship and mentions Stockholm syndrome.

Story takes place after Soloveskey and Bell lives, also Adler had programmed him and Bell being married as another way to get Bell to trust him more so yeah if you can't hand this then PLEASE DON'T READ!

Age to read this is 18+.

It's been a bit quiet in the safe house since the others are either out buying groceries and necessities, while the others are out on a mission.

Adler notices Bell has been missing for an hour so he goes to find them since it hasn't been too long after Soloveskey and him telling Bell the truth as well as their marriage was programmed to give Bell another reason to trust him.

He eventually hears music coming from Bell's room but before he gets near the door he can hear Bell start singing.

"Somewhere in South End when you were fun.

You took my hand and you made me run.

Up past the prison to the seafront.

You climbed the cliff edge and took the plunge."

Adler was frozen in his spot as he knew the common meaning behind the song, the only thing he could do was stand there as Bell sang.

"Why can't we laugh now like we did then?

How come I see you and ache instead?

How come you only look pleased in bed?

Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again!"

Guilt, sadness, anger and shame gripped Adler's heart at the damage he's responsible for. Eventually it came to the point where the song hit Adler the hardest and he couldn't hold back his tears anymore, as Bell gets even more emotional in their singing.

"5000 footsteps in your wet dress. Back to the house with your arms around my neck. We drank pork soda with tangled legs, I won't forget how you looked at me then. I know I'm no sweet prince of love, those times that we got drunk, maybe Jamaica rum, maybe some Johnny Dub."

Adler remembers all the times he got drunk with Bell and still kept up the act that they were a married couple, he knew Bell was thinking the same.

"Maybe you still think of us? Phone buzz, and still I jump. Why don't I say it then? I want you all the time! Why can't we laugh now like we did then? How come I see you and ache instead? How come you only look pleased in bed? Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again!"

The song finally made Adler realize that Bell noticed he only cared about the sex and nothing else, that they had a loving relationship and Bell decided that they weren't worth Adler's time anymore.

Alder also realizes that despite everything Bell still has a thing for Adler or at least some part of them does, even with an abusive relationship in Bell's mind they believe they were in.

"Another thing to add onto the list of shit I've done to Bell." Adler mutters

Finally the song ends and it's like whatever force kept Adler frozen in place left so he gently knocks on the door.

"Come in." Bell calls out

Adler turns the door knob to see Bell sitting on their bed, walkman in hand. He closes the door behind him to give them privacy.

"You heard?" Bell asks

"Yeah." Adler replies

Bell looks away from Adler.

The two are in silence before Adler walks over to Bell's bed and sits down beside them.

"Why did you program a marriage?" Bell questions

Adler removes his sunglasses and rubs his eyes. "The original idea was just to have you be my close friend from Vietnam but I decided that adding us being married would make your trust in me stronger."

Bell bursts out laughing. "You're definitely America's monster because no one else fucked up in the head could come up with that along with MK-Ultra!"

Adler feels his face going red with shame. "I know and I'm so sorry."

Bell stops laughing and looks down at their feet. "What's truly fucked up is that I actually feel something for you and I hate it, this is clearly Stockholm syndrome but you won't leave my thoughts."

Adler takes a deep breath and let's it out. "It's up to you if you want to act on those feelings but you should probably see a few professionals first just to be safe, I don't want it to be what I programmed into you as it's not fair to you. I want you to be happy."

Bell nods then looks at him. "That would be the smart thing to do."

The two once again sit in silence for a few minutes.

"Now what?" Bell asks

"If you wish, you can stay on my team." Adler responds

"I should because you guys are the only people I know who won't hate me for being Russian."

"Alright, I'll inform Hudson."

"Russ, may I hug you? I need, damn emotions!"

Adler opens his arms and Bell immediately snuggles into his chest.

"It's alright I understand what you need."

Bell mutters a thanks and wraps an arm around Adler.

They both eventually fall asleep in each other's arms from mental exhaustion but they both know deep down they'll help each other though this emotional minefield Adler made.

[anagentinwriting]

Lifeline - Part 1

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: ~1800

Warnings: Car accident, angst

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

A line ringing over your headset notifies you another emergency call is coming in. You cleared your head, preparing for anything, and clicked the spacebar, answering it, “911, what’s your emergency?” 

“Bro, that was insane,” the male voice said over the phone. “You’re gonna be famous on YouTube.” 

“Excuse me, sir? What seems to be the problem?” you asked, letting out a sigh. 

“My friend is having trouble breathing, and his throat feels like it’s on fire.”

“What’s the address?”

“576 Rose Lane in Westwood.” 

You typed the address into your computer, signaling the nearest available unit to the caller's location. “First responders are on their way. Can you tell me what he was doing before this happened?”

“We were doing the cinnamon challenge.” You rolled your eyes. “I thought it was harmless. Then, he was gagging, and then he coughed, and a puff of cinnamon came out of his nose. It was awesome; he looked like a dragon.” It's been a while since you got a call about an internet challenge gone wrong, but it's been forever since you got a cinnamon challenge one. You didn't even know that challenge was still around.  “Oh fuck!”

“Is everything okay? What happened?” 

“He collapsed. He’s not moving. Should I shake him awake?”

“He probably passed out, but paramedics are only a few minutes away. Is he still breathing?”

“I don’t think so,” he panicked.

“Remember to stay calm, I’ll help you through this the best I can, okay? Okay, now I am going to have to ask you to administer CPR. Do you know what to do?” 

“Sort of. I learned it in health class a few years ago.”

“Perfect. It's 30 chest compressions followed by two breaths going to the rhythm of the song Staying Alive. You can do this.”

“Ok---okay. Yeah. Right, right,” he mumbled. Hearing him set the phone down on the ground, he started counting and doing chest compressions.

The responding unit was about a block away, and once they arrived, you could hear the sirens coming through the phone call.

“Odinson, take over compressions,” a lady’s voice commanded. “Kid, come with me.”

“Is he going to be...” the line went dead as he hung up his phone.  

You leaned back in your chair, rubbing your eyes. This wasn’t anything new; when help arrives, people hang up, and you don’t get to know how it ends, but maybe it was for the best. You sit back up, seeing your reflection in one of the many screens in front of you. At least, you knew most of the firefighters from Station 107 at the scene, including your brother Thor, if you ever wanted to know how it ended.

It's tough, taking call after call, emergency after emergency with little to no recovery time in between. It’s a stressful job that is emotionally and physically taxing. It requires extreme focus, patience, and puts you under a certain kind of pressure. The pressure of wanting to help and do everything you possibly can when this person you never met puts their life in your hands. You never know what the outcome will be, but you try to help them get through what might be the scariest moment in their life. It’s those calls, the ones you were able to save, that keep you coming back to work.

You stepped away from your command center and headed towards the kitchenette, spotting Luis rummaging through the fridge. It wasn’t unusual, but it did always bring a smile to your face. It was hard to believe he was one of the dispatchers who showed you the ropes after relocating to Los Angeles three months ago. 

“Hey, Luis.” He turned around with a doughnut in his mouth, quickly removing it and shooting you a carefree smile.  

“Hey, Chica, get any weird calls yet? You know I love hearing about those weird ones, right.” 

“Nothing out of the ordinary, but a guy called earlier saying his whole body hurt everywhere he poked. I told him to drive to the emergency room and get his finger looked at because it’s probably broken. Oh, and there was another cinnamon challenge victim.”

“Another one, I thought that craze was over.” He shook his head. “But I did hear about this crazy call that came in last night, right. It wasn’t so much crazy, but one of those nuisance calls, you know what I’m saying, the kind where you’re like, ‘why are you calling, this isn’t an emergency type of situation?’ Anyways, Cameron Klein took the call; you know the dude with the great hair, the kind you just want to run your hands through. It has the perfect fluff to curl ratio. I mean, I touched it once, and it was like a cloud. I asked him what products he used in his hair, and he was like…” 

“Luis, how does this relate to the call?”

“Oh, right. Sorry, sorry, sorry, so there was this lady caller, right. She was telling Great Hair how she couldn't leave her car because there was a hostile raccoon outside her door. So then, Great Hair was like why don’t you go out a different door. And this caller says ‘yo I tried, but it’s like this trash panda can read my mind, right. He follows me when I move to the other side, and he’s like crazy, stupid fast like a rocket.’ And here comes the best part, Great Hair was like, ‘Hey girl, you better run fast then,’ and hung up,” he beamed with a slight chuckle.

“Oh my god, people really need to learn what an emergency is,” you chuckled, shaking your head. 

“You know that’s right, but duty calls.” He tilted his head towards the door, carrying two doughnuts and a huge mug full of coffee. 

“Later, Luis.”

Years ago, you never would have imagined you would be working as a dispatcher in Los Angeles. You preferred helping people hands-on, which is why you became an ER nurse. It was the feeling of never knowing what was going to come charging through those doors next that excited you. But being a dispatcher gave you a whole different kind of thrill because you could only use your voice to help.

The rest of your shift flew by until you were on hour eight of your ten-hour shift. A pileup involving a semi jackknifing on the highway forced a huge collision of cars. All the units in the area along with a few on the outskirts came in to assist. It was the same call coming in multiple times, and all you could say was help was already on the way.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Send help,” the woman cried, telling you her address.

“Ma’am, I am going to need you to tell me what is going on?”

“A power line…a power line fell into our pool, and my daughter is trapped on her unicorn floaty in the water. I don’t…I don’t know what to do.”

“Stay calm, ma’am. My name is YN, and I’m dispatching a unit to your home now.” You switched lines to the highway accident, getting on a line with Captain Danvers from Station 107, who was sending three individuals to the scene right away. You switched back to the caller. “Okay, I will need you to stay calm. What is your daughter’s name?”

“Morgan, she’s five years old.”

“Please, whatever you do, make sure Morgan stays on the floaty because it is protecting her from the water. There is a good chance the power line is sending more than 5000 volts through the water.”

“Okay, okay, I can do that, “ the mother breathed. “Honey, please stay on the tube.”

“I'm going to try to get in contact with the power company to turn it off.” You looked up the power company in the area, and someone slid next to you. You glance over, seeing Bruce get to work on calling the power company. You nodded at him, staying on the line with the mom. “Ma’am, has help arrived yet?”

“No, but I can hear the sirens.” You peeked at Bruce, but he shook his head, still trying to get a hold of the power company. “They are coming through the back gate now.”

“Ma’am, can you hand the phone to one of the firemen?” You bit your lip, studying the layout of their home on one of your monitors. There were flowers all over their backyard, and you got an idea. 

“Hello, this is Fireman Rogers.”

“Hi, Fireman Rogers. This is 9-1-1 dispatcher, YN, how is it looking there?”

“Well, on the drive-in, we saw that a truck hit the power line pole, which caused the pole to fall into the pool. The driver isn’t in any serious condition, but one of our EMT’s is looking him over,” he informed in a deep voice. “Then, we have a pool vibrating with energy, but I assume you already know that part.”

“Do you have a plan in place? We are still trying to get a hold of the power company.”

“There are a few more floaties by the pool. I could ride one over to Morgan and pull her to safety?”

“Really? Where did you get that from the macho man handbook?”

“I don’t think that book exists, YN,” he added, making you scoff.

“I may have an idea.” You narrowed your eyes, playing out the idea in your head. 

“What did you have in mind?”

“I can view the whole home on one of my monitors, and there are a ton of flowers. So, I can only assume a garden hose must be nearby.”

“Yup, I see it.”

“Okay, perfect. Grab the hose and cut off the metal ends; it's rubber, so it won't conduct electricity. Then, have you and another fireman take the hose and walk along the opposite sides of the pool. Have Morgan grab ahold of it and carefully pull her back to the edge."

“That’s genius, YN. Thanks for your help,” he acknowledged, making you crack a side smile. Few people said thank you in this job, but when they did, you appreciated it. “Here’s your phone back, ma’am.”

Morgan’s mother's breath was shaky and staggered through the phone. She was scared and had every right to be. If you were in that situation, you would be, too. “Oh my god, it’s working. It’s working,” the mother shouted into your ear. “Are you okay, honey? Are you hurt?”

“I am okay, Mommy,” Morgan replied before the phone line went dead.

You smiled at yourself in one of the now blank screens. It was these moments why you loved what you were doing; a happy ending. Some calls never get a happy ending, but when they do, those are the ones you try to remember when a stressful call comes in.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. There is a long way to go and I promise things will definitely get more interesting. This was just a quick intro to some of the many characters that will make an appearance/cameo. Comments always welcome! Thanks for reading and I hope you’ll stick with me! 

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

The Best Things ~ J.V. (Part 10)

A/n: What, thought I was done with this series. HA NO!! I still have a playlist for this shit and it fuels me. Just, slowly.

Word Count: 5000+

PLAYLIST

Masterlist

"Parents will never admit to this, but they always have a favorite." Jerome looked at Jeremiah as he lounged on his chair. "Right, brother?" Harley felt eyes on him so he looked over, only to look directly in Bruce's eyes. There was something there that spoke to Harley what both boys knew- this wasn't about Bruce. The younger boy seemed to be trying to reason or apologize without words, but Harley just looked away. It was far too late for that bullshit. "The one who cleans their room. Does their homework." Every word was a twist of a knife Harley didn't realize was buried in his chest. He was maybe the one who understood Jerome the most. Maybe that's why they'd gotten this far with each other. "Who doesn't try to kill everybody." Harley smiled. "Little Mr. Perfect here? Yeah. He was that guy. He was adopted by rich folks. Went to the top schools, then a top college." Harley suddenly felt angry. Angry at Jerome's family. At everyone in Jerome's past, in fact. Especially at Jeremiah Valeska. And you know what... at Bruce Wayne too. "Meanwhile, I got dragged through the circus by my depressed, alcoholic mother. Forced to clean up elephant dung every day."

"Who cares?" Someone in the crowd shouted. People began to speak up in agreement.

Harley stepped forward. "Don't interrupt the man!" He hefted his bat and the crowd suddenly went silent.

Jerome looked pleased, but his smile died quickly as he returned to his little rant. Harley moved behind him, running his free hand through Jerome's hair every once in a while. "Do you know how big those things are?" He was completely calm, but in a sort of empty way as his eyes searched out people in the crowd. Harley recognized the plea. For understanding. For pity. For anything. Someone to get him and not judge him and tell him that he was right to be doing what he was doing. Everyone's disapproval didn't stop him, but he yearned for someone to love him and it was so very clear to Harley now more than ever that it upset him. Why were people always so cruel? "But I know something mommy and daddy," Jerome continued. "They never knew. You’re as crazy as I am." Jerome dropped the mic, standing. "It's in your DNA." He turned to Jeremiah, Harley right next to him, still brandishing his bat as he watched Jerome's back. "See, we got the same blood running through us. We are practically identical. You are a killer." He had a knife and he moved close to Jeremiah, obviously trying to put him on edge. "It's in your nature. Stop trying to fight it." He cut Jeremiah's ties and there was a pause. "Take your best shot."

"What?" Harley demanded, turning around. He found his body stiff with panic. Hard to move and respond with. Jeremiah was holding the knife Jerome had been a few seconds before. He went to step forward to stop this, but Jerome held up a hand. Harley looked at Jerome with rage. "Jerome-" Jerome shushed him.

Perhaps the man still could take Harley by surprise.

Jeremiah looked at his brother, his features slowly twisting with more and more anger until he screamed, trying to tackle Jerome to the ground but failing. Jerome giggled as he kicked Jeremiah and Harley frowned. He stepped away, irritated that Jerome hadn't at least cued him in on this part of the plan. At least given him a head's up or something... As he looked away, he noticed Bruce. This time the boy was looking at Jeremiah, his face twisted in pain and anger. Harley rose an eyebrow. He'd seen Bruce be pissed by injustice before, but there wasn't just his sense of right or wrong driving him to these emotions. There was a sort of protectiveness in the way his hands curled into fists. He'd only seen it when someone had gotten a little too rough with Y/n back in the days, or when Selina had been in danger those few times Harley had seen Bruce get protective of her.

What were the odds that Harley wasn't the only Wayne that had a crush of some kind on a Valeska?

From the way he struggled against his ropes, Harley was starting to think they were getting more probable by the second.

Everything was cut short as gun fire went off on the rooftops, diverting Jerome's attention just long enough to be shot in the shoulder by Jim Gordon. Bruce escaped, Jerome's trigger didn't work, and everyone was scattering as a giant blimp began to inch across the sky. Harley moved to Jerome, slinging Jerome's arm around his shoulders. Jerome pulled away though. "What's up?" Harley demanded, desperate to escape in the chaos.

Jerome groaned. "I have an idea. But we need to go up." Harley hesitated but then nodded, both of the men running to a nearby building and up the flight of stairs to the roof. Harley hid just out of sight when Jerome told him to. Jim busted onto the scene moments later and Harley ducked out of sight, moving so he could still see even if he couldn't quite hear. Words, at least. The gun shots he heard clearly. One to Jerome's hand, knocking the phone away. Another to his stomach, and Jerome was falling. Back. Off the ledge and over.

Harley almost threw up. He was stunned, eyes wide as he watched Gordon scramble forward. He only got comfort when he heard talking over the side and saw Jim reach down a hand... Harley rushed forward, hitting the back of Jim's head with the bat he still had. The officer crumbled.

"Gordon?"

Harley leaned over the side to see Jerome barely dangling by a pole. "You idiot." Only now did Harley realize he was crying. He reached down but Jerome just frowned, not taking it. Something then dawned on Harley and the boy paled. "You weren't going to take his hand either, were you?"

Jerome grunted, rolling his eyes. "This is the end of the line for me, Harley."

"No the fuck it isn't," Harley snapped back. "You promised me we'd talk about us later." He shook his hand, offering it again. "You've been driven by hate and loneliness and spite your entire life. You didn't think past that night you killed your mom, did you?” Something changed in Jerome’s face, but Harley was too angry to stop. “You barely tried to hide it, and you made minimal effort to get away with it. Then after, you stayed in Gotham to, what? Destroy your brother?" Harley scoffed. "I'm tired of this Jerome. Damnit, I'm tired of watching people suffer." He sniffed and Jerome's face seemed to relax as he actually listened. "We can kill whoever you want, I don't care. But my brother and your brother have a crush on each other and it's hilarious and I need you here to laugh with me about it, okay?" He choked up. "I need you to rule this stupid town with me. Or to not to. Maybe we could stay lowkey or leave. Maybe we could hide out somewhere and just go missing or fake our deaths and never show our faces again so no one knows we're around to even find us. Maybe..." He shrugged. "You can take me to whatever hell you want to Jerome. Let's blow more things up and kiss over dead bodies. You don't have to ruin your brother just because he ruined you. Or maybe you do. Whatever. Just come back with me, okay? Please." Harley stretched out his hand more and Jerome got a new look on his face.

He took Harley's hand, and Harley hauled him up, struggling only minority. The second he was standing, Harley grabbed his face and kissed him. Jerome hooked his good arm around Harley's waist, keeping them close. "You love me."

Harley held tightly to Jerome, closing his eyes as he tried to let go of the mental image his brain was trying to create of Jerome being flattened on the street below. "More than I even love myself," Harley confirmed. "It's probably why I've stuck around, really."

Jerome hummed. "Our brothers have a thing for each other, huh?"

Harley laughed. He leaned back and Jerome reached up, wiping the tears away. "Maybe we could just let them be." Harley shrugged again, struggling to come up with the words to explain how he was feeling. "If they really do like each other..."

"My brother is as messed up as I am," Jerome warned. "I'm at least fun- he's just manipulative."

Harley nodded. "Then what better way to break them than have them break each other, hm?" Harley nudged him. "And if he does end up being total shit, then we can turn him crazy just like you want to with that gas of yours." Harley sighed. "Just, I don't know, my brother deserves to be happy. He's lost his parents and now his brother and his whole world is on its head and-" he stopped cold, sucking in a sharp breath. "It's his birthday today." The day occurred to him suddenly and he looked up at Jerome, pleading. "Would it be too much to ask for?"

Jerome pursed his lips. "When he hurts him-"

"You can kill him, and I'll help you."

A smile finally grew on Jerome's lips. He knew this was a win-win. Either he was wrong about his brother and they all got somewhat of a happy ending, or he was going to see some actual fun. Either way, it was going to be entertaining. "Fine." He sighed. "We have to get to his little base quick then, though." His smile grew and Harley felt himself get excited.

-

"Hey Handsome."

Jeremiah jumped at the sound of Harley's voice. He went tense, looking around for his brother who usually accompanied the boy in front of him. No sign. "What are you doing here?"

Harley shrugged. He was pretty amicable so Jeremiah calmed even if he didn't totally relax. "I killed Jerome."

That seemed to take Jeremiah by surprise. Understandable. He wanted to doubt Harley, but the boy's expression was open and honest. Even vulnerable, like he was apologizing. "Why?" He asked instead of voicing doubts that were slipping away. Harley was wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans now, different from the little fancy get up he'd been wearing while with Jerome. There was something different about the boy in front of him as well. Something distinctively different than the Harley that had flirted with him a foot away from Jeremiah's brother, who was presumably also Harley's boyfriend.

"He tried to kill Bruce." Harley sighed, leaning against the wall behind him. "We had an agreement that Bruce was untouchable. If he died accidentally because he was being an idiot, fine. But Jerome sought him out specifically. And on his birthday." Harley clicked his tongue, shaking his head back and forth. "Bruce can hate me. He has every right to. But he's still my younger brother." He looked away. "He means everything to me, you know. We used to be best friends." He smiled softly but then looked back at Jeremiah, clearing his throat. "Sorry. I'm sure you're not wanting to hear that after I've told you your own brother is dead."

"No,"Jeremiah reassured. "It's actually quite a relief." Harley nodded as if he understood. "Wait but why did you come here? Just to...tell me that?" Harley held up a purple package with a huge silver ribbon. Only then did Jeremiah realize the boy had been holding it at all. "And what's that?"

"Jerome came up with a gas. Had Scarecrow make it himself. Kind of like fear gas, but it makes you..." Harley tilted his head back and forth as he searched for the word. "More like Jerome, to put it nicely. Unhinged." Jeremiah stepped back from the box, curling into himself. "I didn't want his plan to succeed, so I'm here to step in."

Jeremiah looked at Harley, confused again. "Why would you care what happened to me?"

A smile rose to Harley's face, soft and rather attractive. Jeremiah had already come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to Harley Quinn. He was also attracted to Bruce Wayne, so maybe it was just that the Wayne bloodline produced very good looking men. Whatever it was, Harley seemed much more welcoming and friendly now compared to his flirting the last time they'd had an extended conversation. One where Harley had stood up for Jerome and seemed to hate Jeremiah. One that had left an impression to someone who was quite opposite of the man standing in front of Jeremiah now. "I see the way my brother looks at you."

Jeremiah felt his heart pick up. "You- what?"

Harley giggled. "I don't think even he knows yet, but he does have some feeling toward you. I figure he's lost enough people. Had far too many opportunities for something he deserved pass him by. He's sacrificed enough." Harley stepped forward, closer to Jeremiah. "I guess I want to get you guys together. Maybe one relationship between a Valeska and Wayne can actually work out." Harley's smile was strained here and Jeremiah felt pity for the boy. "So what do you say? You couldn't tell him I was around, of course, but I'm sure you'd do a lot better with a bit of help."

Excitement rose up in Jeremiah's features. "You can stay here if you want. I have a free room I could make into somewhere you can sleep."

Harley grinned. "How sweet. I actually would appreciate that, if you don't mind." He stepped away. "I have to dispose of this, but... you know, I think we're gonna be good friends." He nodded in a silent farewell and Jeremiah smiled in return. Harley found his way out himself. Jeremiah didn't think anything of it as he was far too excited thinking about the possibility that Bruce Wayne could return his feelings on any level, as well as the possibility of having a real guy friend his age. Ecco was cool, but branching out a bit wouldn't hurt.

It took five minutes for Harley to find his way out. He skipped to the waiting car then got in the driver's seat, starting it up and taking off. Jerome grinned from the passenger seat. "How is it that you got around without that little blonde girl following you?"

Harley scoffed cockily. "If you and him think the same, then I can just as easily figure out that maze of his as you can. The same way I assume Ecco has it down as well. She knows Jeremiah like the back of her hand. The same way that I know you." He shot a wink at Jerome who smirked, leaning back in his seat.

"So you're my little secret weapon, eh?"

Harley giggled as he pulled to a stop at the building they'd been hiding out in since escaping Arkham. "Something like that."

Jerome leaned over, catching Harley's chin in his fingers, and then Harley's lips with his own. The kiss was slow and deep and purposeful, and it made all of Harley's insides light on fire. "You know, I love you too." Harley's head was spinning and he couldn't wrap his mind around that kiss let alone the words that had followed it. Jerome had never kissed him like that.

"What a joker," Harley croaked. It had become a bit of a running gag  to call Jerome that. "Cute but totally rude."

Jerome's hold on Harley's face tightened. He looked angry. Maybe Harley had offended him. But how could he have? “You know Harley, I show you every time I've been genuine. You've seen me afraid. You've seen me sad. You've seen me confused. You've seen me have many other emotions beside just amusement and anger which is what most people see. You've seen me about to jump off a building and end it all for god's sake." Harley swallowed, trying not to let that exact instance come back to him as a memory in his already muddled state. "Do I look like I'm joking to you?"

Harley wet his lips. "Why me?"

Jerome smiled, giggling softly. "Because you're just like me, and you accept that. You thrive off of it. I don't have to bend and twist to get it out- you wear your crazy like a badge. You walk through fire to be with me just because I've asked you to. Because you love me, and I like it, even though I’ve despised the thought of love... until now. You're probably the only person in my life who's ever loved me." His hold loosened in favor of caressing Harley's face. "You were right, you know." He snorted, as if amused by the sentence. He must not have said it a lot. "You can't just belong to me. And you don't. I belong to you too. I really would do anything for you." Smiling, Harley leaned forward and kissed him again.

There was a certain excitement in the moment. Jerome loved him.

There was also a sense of dread. A sense of being locked up, in a sense. Jerome had never been loved before. Had never loved anyone more than he loved himself before. He wouldn't handle it well if Harley was hurt or left him. Harley couldn't imagine wanting to leave Jerome after everything they've been through, but normal relationships always had the recognition that it might happen, right? You dreaded that moment and hoped it never happened... By the look in Jerome's eyes, Harley knew that wasn't a possibility. They were stuck together forever now. It was Jerome's Harley and Harley's little Joker. Forever.

Or, at least, until death do them part.

-

"Hey Lovebird," Harley greeted brightly one morning.

Jeremiah scoffed, but he was smiling so Harley knew no harm had been done. "Good morning Harley."

Harley waved at Ecco who nodded at him in return, a small smile on her face. "Any plans today?" Harley asked, setting himself down next to Jeremiah.

A little coy curve of his lips was answer enough, but Jeremiah explained anyway. "Bruce is coming over today to see the new prototypes." Here he got excited, going into full nerd mode. Harley and Jeremiah had begun to get close. It was kind of wild to see a sane version of Jerome. Boring though. Harley could never bring himself to spend too much time with Jeremiah before he needed to visit his boyfriend again.

His boyfriend. Jerome had finally made it official and had picked up the pet names again. Harley was weak over it. He didn't think he'd ever have a boyfriend, let alone one who was so unapologetically proud of being with him. Someone who really loved him and encouraged him to be himself. It was exhilarating.

Ecco brushed her fingers along the back of Harley's head. The boy knocked out of his thoughts and looked up to see Jeremiah looking expectantly. "Oh sorry." Harley blushed, embarrassed. "What did you say?"

Jeremiah shook his head, but he still had that amused smirk on his face. A teasing expression. Lighthearted. "I was saying that I was thinking about maybe asking him on a date after. If... if you think it's not too early to do that? Or if he won't totally shoot me down?" He got nervous.

It seemed that Jeremiah had gotten into the habit of ignoring little odd things Harley did. He still hadn't asked how Harley so easily found his way through the maze, nor did he question little moments like just now. What could Harley be so happy about? Maybe he wrote it all down to Harley's time with Jerome and his excitement for the possibility of his brother being happy or something. I think Jeremiah was basking in the feeling of watching two brothers really care about each other- something he never experienced but undoubtedly had wanted in some way or another. Harley was curious but couldn't ask, himself. All the odd things he was doing didn't need to be brought to light in favor of exposing the little odd things Jeremiah was doing. And Ecco seemed to trust Harley enough, as long as he made no move to hurt Jeremiah in any way. So for now, it was fine. I guess.

"I don't really know," Harley relented. "The only relationship I've ever been in wasn't exactly... normal."

Jeremiah suddenly got very serious. "Of course, sorry."

"No worries," Harley dismissed. "I just mean I would probably be a bad gauge of timing. I think you should go for it though. Maybe try to be subtle, but definitely drop some hints and give it a try." He smiled and Jeremiah mirrored the expression, relaxing as he daydreamed just a little bit about things that might happen if this whole thing went well. "Until then," Harley continued, flicking Jeremiah's shoulder to get his attention back. Jeremiah blushed, making Ecco smirk and roll her eyes. "Let's make some dinner. Nothing will get him to stay like some good food, and knowing him, he'll probably have skipped a meal again while still unsure if Jerome is alive or not." Harley looked at his hands.

Jeremiah swallowed. "Yeah, makes sense." He moved to Harley, nudging Harley's shoulder with his own. "Come and help me?" He was trying to be a good friend and keep Harley distracted from sad thoughts. Little did he know that Harley was simply annoyed. He just wanted to be happy with his boyfriend without his brother trying to find them both and throw them back in that hell hole Arkham.

"Fore sure," Harley responded anyway, forcing a smile. "We better hurry. Waynes have high standards for food."

-

Harley chilled in the room with all the monitors as Jeremiah showed off his prototype to Bruce. Jeremiah had moved the operation to the room to allow Harley to listen in and gauge Bruce's reaction to things. Harley couldn't help without coming out and revealing himself, but Ecco went back and forth so if Jeremiah really needed a hand he could give advice through her. Harley and Ecco together were really good at coming up with solutions and dealing with romance. They seemed to be able to find a whole braincell between them, and it worked well. It was quite impressive actually.

Bruce seemed super interested in Jeremiah's little project, but every once in a while those eyes full of light and excitement would turn from the energy thingy - Jeremiah had explained it maybe hundreds of times to Harley, but he still didn't exactly get how it worked - to Jeremiah, and his eyes would get even brighter; his smile even wider. Harley got it, honestly. Jeremiah was shy and soft spoken for the most part but get him talking about his idea for this cleaner power source and he came alive in a way that made him all levels of adorable. He used his hands to talk when he was excited, and kept looking between the project he was explaining and the boy he was explaining it to. Every time the boys' eyes met, both of them got a little pinker and it made Harley giggle.

"They're such nerds," Harley scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"They're idiots," Ecco agreed. "Which is crazy considering they're both seen as geniuses in Gotham. Especially Jeremiah." They both laughed softly before Ecco headed out again, leaving Harley alone.

Watching them took quite a while, and as time passed Harley found himself getting more sad. He wished that he could do things like that with Jerome. Flirt and geek out together and share little looks and innocent moments. Go on dates and hold hands and share long looks and dusty pink blushes. Harley wondered if Jerome had ever looked at him like that. No, such a soft look didn’t belong on Jerome’s face.

Eventually it ended and outside the compound, Jeremiah asked Bruce on a date. Obviously the boy said yes. Inside, the trio of friends celebrated as Bruce went home that night. And after they’d cheered and congratulated, Harley told Jeremiah that he needed some air and headed out.

This was another odd thing that Jeremiah was choosing to ignore. Sometimes Harley stayed the night and sometimes he didn’t. No one questioned it.

Harley headed to the hideout where Jerome was waiting for him. He was busy though, seeming distracted by a small book and lots of drawings. Harley planted himself on the couch to give Jerome some space. Whether he was planning or just musing, Jerome likes his space when doing it. Harley was willing to wait and give it to him.

In the quiet, Harley’s mind wandered back to his thoughts from earlier. He imagined just for a second, a world where Jerome’s smiles were soft. Where his smiles were warm. Where his eyes were wide and his words were honest and soothing. Where his touch was gentle. Where they were together and they cuddled in the park during lunchtime and had a picnic as Jerome rubbed his back and they both lay in peace and quiet. He imagined kisses that brushed rather than bruised. It was a sweet thought. A fantasy he’d loved as a child.

Did he still like it? Could he imagine himself in a life where he got a job and wore a suit or even a tshirt and jeans like he had been for Jeremiah? Like he had when he wasn’t Harley Quinn? Honestly, he couldn’t.

A frown took his face. He had nothing to distract him and icky feelings began to rise up, so he defaulted to habits that had yet to fail him. He went out to the store and got a drawing notebook and a pack of pencils and then colored pencils and got to work. He sat and drew as he continued to wait for Jerome, sifting through his mind.

He expected to draw that fantasy. That park and the grass and the serene expressions on his and Jerome’s faces. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to do it though and instead spent the next however long drawing memories rather than fantasy. All of them were Jerome, and there was blood everywhere. Most of them were just doodles, but the expressions he focused on. He made sure to capture the twisted enjoyment in each recall.

Only then did he divert to that sort of calm Jerome. Not Jeremiah, who was a coward and awkward and kind of annoying and paranoid and boring. A Jerome who’d grown up in a place that was loving and a world that was accepting.

This drawing took time. It was detailed and careful as Y/n drew the smiling face of a boy that had been destroyed before he even had a chance to begin. There was softness and warmth and gentleness and it made Y/n grown even more deeply.

“What’s that?”

He hadn’t realized Jerome and gotten up, but it didn’t bother him to show his boyfriend what he was doing. Harley had nothing to hide. “I’m having these thoughts. Watching Jeremiah and Bruce today...” he shrugged. “It made me think.”

Jerome hopped over the back of the couch, landing next to Harley. He tilted his head in curiosity. “Think about what?”

Harley offered a small smile. “You don’t want to hear about it.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jerome countered, “You don’t know what I want to know. Tell me!”

Sighing softly, Harley gave in. “You know every tine we have sex, it’s rough. And every time you kiss me it’s hard and desperate. Like it might be the last time. Every time you look at me there’s a heaviness in your expression. Like your affection for me is weighed down by something. By fear or anger or lust rather than love. And- I mean I don’t mind it. I like our sex.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes at himself. “I don’t know I just saw how they looked at each other today. And the awkward way that they communicated. Being coy and innocent and flirty. It was kind of cute. Made me realize I’ve never had anyone look at me like that.”

Jerome nodded as he listened. He was getting better at that as time passed. He was easily bored and antsy, but spending time with Harley seemed to ease him in some way. Just enough that the two could hold out a surprisingly functional relationship. It was why Harley spoke so honestly now- there were no more secrets between them.

Jerome tugged the book and writing utensils out of Harley’s hands, setting them on the ground before pushing him down on the couch. “Is that what you want?”

Well that wasn’t expected. “Do I want someone else? Of course not.”

“No,” Jerome corrected. His hand rose to stroke Harley’s neck. The boy shivered. “Do you want me to be gentle?”

“I-“ Yet again Jerome had somehow surprised him. “Why?”

Jerome shrugged. “You deserve the world, my dear. If you want someone to look at you like those idiots in those sappy movies, I’ll do it at least once. My motto is that you have to try everything at least once to see if you like it. It’s how I figured out I like men.”

That made Harley chuckle. He touched Jerome lovingly, humming in thought. “You don’t have to change for me, J.”

“I know.” His hips dipped and he grinded into Harley. The boy beneath him gasped, his lips parting and his head pressing into the couch as his grip fighting in Jerome’s arm and shoulder. “Do you want me to do it or not? Just so you know.”

Taking a second to regain his breath, Harley nodded. “Just as long as you’re in charge.”

Jerome grinned. “Good, because tonight I’m in the mood to make you feel really good.”

-

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9 and 23 for the ask game please 😊

9: Are there any fics you'd love to see but don't want to write yourself? What are they?

Ooh, um... I'm not sure! Something substantial for Cursed 2005, maybe, like a crossover with buffy or teen wolf or something, with jimbo as the pairing from cursed and idk just something interesting (please no b*angel or st*rek or st*dia), or a time travel fic for Supernatural that involves Dean as the POV but absolutely zero, nada, nothing of (even hints) De*tiel or winc*st, that's 100% a fix-it fic (bc my mans deserved a lot better than that ending smh. And so did Jo, and Anna, and Lisa and Ben and Charlie and Benny and- ).

23: What's one piece of advice you would give to anyone who wants to start writing or posting their writing online?

Hmm... Just go for it? Like, write whatever comes to mind and post it. And keep doing that. Over and over again, because it's all the same thing - practise. If you can't think of an idea, there's no reason not to go trawling for prompts. I've got this list of 200 prompts, can't remember where I found it, but it's really useful if I'm stuck. But yeah. Find some time, any amount of time, whether its 5 minutes or five hours, and write what you can, as much as you can, whether it's ten words or 10,000, or more or less, it doesn't matter. Just get words on screen (or on paper, if you prefer.) And then... post it. If the main issue is getting the courage to post it, don't read back over it. That's when the nervousness rears it's ugly head. Just post it. Straight up. Type right into the Ao3 doc and hit post if you have to, just... find a way to minimise the amount of time you give yourself to get all worked up about whether it's 'good enough' or not. It won't be perfect the first time you write something - nothing ever is. Everything requires practise. And each time you post something, you get better at it. It gets easier. If proofreading is the bane of your existence, just post it and come back later to fix any issues. If titling it is a problem pick a random word or a song lyric or hell, a sentence from the fic, anything at all. 'Working Title | Stiles POV All Human AU Stira Fic', even. Just. Anything. You can always change it later. Summaries an issue? Grab the first paragraph. Grab the first sentence. Put 'Stiles POV all human au, stira focus.' as the summary. Who cares? You. Can. Always. Change. It. Later.

That's the great thing about fic. Changing everything later is possible. Nothing here is permanent. If you aren't happy with something, that doesn't matter. So long as it's out there, you can get feedback (because often, we don't know why we aren't happy with something - outside help is always invaluable). Being scared of criticism is half the problem, for a lot of people... but - not to sugar coat - it's necessary. And, just to note, in my 10 years of fanfic writing, I have never, ever, gotten a single malicious comment. Not. Once. It's much rarer than people think it is. And even if you do, you can always delete it. Put comments on moderation, turn them off, if it's the main issue. Gather your confidence at your own pace - but don't forget feedback is necessary for improvement. Eventually you will need to accept it's going to happen - it's not an attack on you. It's an attempt at help. We're taught in school to consume media critically, and those who internalise that will comment constructively. English class can leave an impression - the worst thing is to take any of it personally. Having a negative mindset (they hate it) versus a positive mindset (they want me to improve at this thing I enjoy doing, they're trying to help, they're being supportive) can make all the difference.

Eventually, you'll need to turn those comments back on. But you don't need to take anyone's shit, hence why moderation is a thing. There is a difference between constructive criticism and hate - but it's rare you'll get the latter. Tone is hard to convey in text form; benefit of the doubt is the best way forward.

Make sure you've got friends/mutuals you can ramble with about your fics. it's genuinely the most helpful thing. Give them snippets, do the whole cheerleader routine for each other. It's great. Brainstorm with each other. Not necessarily doing collaborative fic (though you might find that's what works best for you!) but just, geeking out with each other. It makes a huge boost for your ego, and that's useful for your confidence when it comes to posting things. But also, if you trust them, it makes taking their advice easier.

Sometimes, it might feel like two steps forward and one step back. That's great! It's still a step forward. Go at your own pace. The worst thing you can do is rush yourself and burn out. If it takes you a year to update, it takes you a year. I assure you, the readers will still be there, and they'll be happy to see the update. Nobody's going to hate you for taking your time. Prioritise your health. I promise it makes your work better if you're in a good place, and you don't have too much on your plate.

Though, having said that, if you find you work best with about twenty wips all at once updated every week, then go for it! Like I said; your own pace. If a schedule helps you, have one. If it doesn't, don't. I don't have a schedule. I have about 40 wips posted, and a few that aren't yet. It can take me a year to update, or I'll do four in a week. People are pleased either way - what matters is that you wrote something, and it exists, and other people can read it. Isn't that awesome? You've made something. You've made a mark. Someone's happy because of you, because you wrote something they like. Who cares if there's twenty typos and you use the wrong you're* (*or equivalent in your language, ofc) - you can fix that later. And it didn't stop that person's enjoyment of the first fic you ever posted, which might not be as good as your future fics, but it's still special. It's still yours.

Prioritise the thing you want to prioritise. Plot, relationships (of any nature), whatever. Prioritise that. The rest will fall into place. Personally, I prioritise characterisation. interpersonal dynamics follow, part and parcel of character exploration, then plot, as an extension. Do what suits you. And people don't tend to mind very much about any of these. If characterisation matters to you not one whit, just put OOC in the tags and be done with it. Plot doesn't matter? Perfectly fine! You don't want to write ships? Nobody's forcing you. Do what you want. It's just fanfiction. That's kind of the point. There's no need to feel pressure to write a certain thing. I'm in a lot of fandoms with a lot of very large ships. I'd get a lot more readers if I wrote st*rek, or d*stiel, or whatever, but I don't, because I wouldn't enjoy it. Write what you want to see. What you want to read. That's the best advice I can give. If you cry at your own fic, perfect. If you laugh at your own fic, brilliant. If your own fic leaves you all giddy like, grinning wide, amazing. It's gonna give someone else that reaction, too.

Hits, kudos, comments - they're not everything. Ao3, for harry potter, has 5000 pages of fic, with some of the tags I don't like excluded. It's not a case of people not liking your fic - it's a case of people not finding it. Don't worry. Recognition will come with time. Also, the ratio for fics is kind of awful, anyway. Comments and kudos vs hits is always poor; 2%, 5%, 7%. Don't worry too much about it. If people read it, it's likely they liked it. A lot of people are just lazy, and don't press the kudos button. A lot of people are incredibly nervous, or don't know what to say, so they don't comment. Another thing; some of your fics are going to be more popular than others. This is normal. Fandom size, fandom activity, content of fic, tags - prevalence of fic type, etc etc. One of my fics has around 15k notes. the rest are all below 6k. the runner up is a whole 10k below that fic. This is to be expected, and it's nothing to tear your hair out about. Write, first and foremost, for yourself. The rest, as always, comes later.

Really, tldr; you can always fix it later. the rest comes later. recognition comes later. the best thing to do - the first thing to do, the only thing to do - is just start. Post something. Anything. And go from there however you wish.

In 2016 i had zero subscribers on Ao3. I've got 72 now. These things just take time. In 2016 i'd written 30k words. I've written 1.2 million now. These things just take time. Through fandom, mostly fanfiction, I've gained people I'd consider friends. I think it's a really cool endeavour, and I think - for your confidence, peace of mind, and social sphere - it's also a really positive one.

[yandere-sins]

A Father’s Care

Part 2 [Part 3]

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Rating: Explicit Characters: Fem!Reader, Endeavor / Enji Todoroki, The rest of the Todoroki-Family, minus Rei Word-Count: 4906

Warnings: Dub-Con, Actions that could be seen as Cheating, Molesting, Lemon, Violence against the Reader

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a/n: So I wrote another ten pages and told my self I had to split this even though I am not at the end yet. There’s... another part coming (and hopefully it’s the last omg...) For what it’s worth, please enjoy and proceed with caution, I added another Violence warning just to be sure!

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After all this tension, you melted into your pillow, ready to crash.

Next to you, Shoto let out a few last heavy breaths, the tension falling off him too. Sitting up once more and peeling off your socks, you smiled, feeling his hand on your back, rubbing over it attentively. "I think it was fun," you noted, and he chuckled sadly, waiting for you to lie down again. Prompted by his open arm, you closed up the distance between you two, resting your head on his shoulder, looking up at him patiently. "Did you not have fun?" you asked, teasingly, and poked his cheek with your pointer finger.

"Well, you made it fun," he admitted, kissing your forehead while you giggled. "Come on, you did enjoy the food too! And the presents!"

"Oh, yeah. I really enjoy the-" lifting his head from the ground, he looked into the back of the room, with you sitting up too to see, reading one of the packages of his presents. "-’Super Trainer 5000'," he cited, and you laughed awkwardly. "Now, with more weight for the real experience." Wiggling an eyebrow at you, you could not hold your laughter over his presentation, giving him a soft punch to the chest.

"I am sure your dad put a lot of thought into it!" you scolded him, but he only grinned as he saw you not holding back your smile either. "Of course, he did." Leaning down, you kissed him tenderly, letting your hand drive over his cheeks, down to his shoulders. Flashbacks occurred to that very morning when you two had gone back to take a nap but didn't sleep as much as you thought you would. You had been just this close, only this time, his shirt was in the way of you being able to feel his defined muscles.

And there, the thoughts were again. With how loose-fitting his sleeping shirt was, you could barely make out your husband's prominent muscle lines. It was so different from when you had accidentally touched Endeavor's chest. Not that you didn't like it, but it left you… seeking more. Subconsciously, your hand drove beneath his shirt's collar, feeling up the comfortable, warm skin, which changed midway to ice cold. It too was lacking. Nothing like the raging warmth that enveloped you in Enji's presence.

But before you could even dig deeper, he shifted beneath you, his hand gripping your wrist and stopping you from going further. "I… would rather sleep now. This is all very tiresome to me. Sorry, [Name]," Shoto mumbled, apologetic, shooting you an almost sad gaze. But beneath everything, you could see the truth, his exhaustion, shimmering up in his eyes, and you felt bad for even initiating something without consideration. "Yeah, of course. I am tired, too, no worries!"

Smiling at him, you waited until Shoto reciprocated before lying down again, resting against his warm side and snug in his arm. Sure, it had been quite a special Christmas. Still, nonetheless, now that you were where you belonged again, it felt so far away already, the happy and funny times weighing heavily on your mind. Even with all the tension and weirdness, you could still proudly say that you enjoyed your time with his family, already looking forward to next year. With these thoughts in mind, you adjusted to Shoto switched off the light, sinking into the sheets with you, and you fell asleep in his hold, safe and secure.

It was just a matter of time for these good feelings to turn into a reason to never come back - or never leave at all.

For you, it was rare to have wet dreams. Ever since you married, you never really had a reason to, your husband satisfying you fully. Undeniable, there had been days you didn't have an orgasm, but you always thought that was just how life was. Today had been one of those.

You blamed it on Shoto not having managed to push you over the edge as you dreamed about big, bulky fingers gently caressing your lips. Their tips ever so often pushed against them, asking to be let in, and so you did, parting your lips just enough for two of them to slip in. It got agonizingly hard to breathe, but it wasn't like this was a big turn off for you. Eagerly, you worked your tongue, letting the fingers push, pinch, and pull at the muscle. They pushed in further, tapping at your throat before moving out - and your tongue willingly followed them wherever they went, humoring them.

A moan escaped your vocal cords as you felt another big hand drive down your body, easily holding it and letting it nails run down your skin. You couldn't help but sigh in disappointment as it passed by your breast, only for the hand to stop, bringing a finger up again. With your hand reaching up, you helped it massage the tender area, the skin of the fingers so rough in comparison to the angelic moves they made. It reacted so perfectly to your pushes and nudges, building a perfect team with your wishes.

Your top busy, the fingers playing with your mouth retracted, and disappeared, leaving you wanting more as you flailed lightly, restless for it to return, humming quiet pleas to whoever stimulated you in that conscience of yours. "Eager, are we?" it echoed all around you, a presence so far, yet so close but undeterminable where it was exactly. "Yes, please," you muttered, lips barely parting in this dream of yours.

Immediately, you got hit with a seething warm all around you, as if your skin was on fire, and the hand reappeared - this time, between your legs. "You want that?" the voice asked, and you nodded, whimpering in its grip while fingers seemed to burn into your body with how tightly clasped they were all around you. "Then, earn it."

And all of a sudden, everything was gone.

A thud tore you out of your dream, sending you straight back to the real world as you brought up a hand to feel the back of your head. It was like hitting the headboard at night, though impossible, as the pain was located more on the back- than upper side of your skull. Slowly, confused, you started to blink a few times, the darkness ever prominent all around you, making it hard to see. All you knew was that there was a resistance on your wrists, one, you did not know had been there before.

"Huh?" you mumbled, shaking a little in the hold as you felt a hand came down over your mouth, holding it shut. A hush grumbled down from above you, and instantly, a panic hit you. This was the Todoroki Family home, they surely had some enemies that would love to break in and cause havoc. That was - at least - what you thought was happening.

Instantly, you tried to wind yourself out of the grip, to scream and to flail, kicking your legs. But with a very cunning move, the fiend waited for you to open your mouth to scream, sticking two big, salty fingers inside instead, deeply enough to keep you from making another sound aside from gurgles. With the rest of the hand wrapping below your head, enveloping your throat tightly, you felt the shortcoming of air, only small breaths managing to get through with how panicked you were.

Precisely enough, the resistance on your hands stopped while you tried to reach out to Shoto, tap him awake if necessary, but the force used to lift you by only your head was enough to make you pleadingly put your hands on top of the one around your neck, patting it and letting out some whines.  You were concerned that Shoto didn't notice the ruckus, but who-knows-what had happened to him already.

"Let's see," a voice mumbled from behind you, deep and growly, much like the one from your dream. You had difficulties remembering who's it was. Still, there was a small idea already in your head as you felt how the free hand traveled down to your leg, gripping it tightly. That feeling was what you remembered, no matter how cruel it seemed to you now. "Sir-" you tried to splutter out, only receiving a further shove of the fingers down your throat, silencing you despite your whines.

"I told you not to take too much time to come for the decorations," he scolded, and you nodded your head as good as you could despite the pain it caused. "But you never came, so I thought I'd catch you myself."

One of your hands slipped off the one on your neck, your legs struggling to find halt on the ground and lifting your body so it wouldn't just be supported by his grip. With all the strength you had, you pushed down on the hand on your thigh, trying to keep it were it was - even if it was futile, his strength much greater than yours. "I'm sorry!" you tried to press out of your throat despite the restrictions. "I will go and-"

A shook to your body made you squeal and shut your eyes, fear rising with any second that you endured this harassment of your body. "Now's not the right time for that anymore, [Name]."

Brushing your hand to the side, you even tried to shut your legs close, but he was already between them, embedding his hand tightly against your most vulnerable place and clasping around your leg easily. "There was something very important I needed from you, and I will take you somewhere more quiet to get it now. Understood?" he asked - as if he needed your agreement despite everything. "Ple- Please-" you mumbled against his fingers, hoping to appeal to his rationality, but to no avail. A deep chuckle escaped his throat as he shook his head.

"No delay anymore, [Name]. Be good."

Another shook hit your body, this time though you could barely struggle as Enji lifted you up easily. Gravitation was a nightmarish helper in all of this, pulling you downwards despite you not wanting to sit on the hand buried between your thighs. But the more you tried to lift yourself up on your head or with your hands grasping for anything really, the less success you had escaping the hard bones of his fingers, digging into your slit like the wooden horse torture you had read about in a magazine before.

You couldn't help but weep as you noticed your situation growing even worse from the sensation on your clit, the rubs, and pushes hard to ignore when they were so prominent and sudden over and over again. You heard the sliding door open, suspecting him to have opened it with his foot while he transported you irritatingly calmly out of the room. You tried calling out for your husband again, but to no avail, your voice barely sounding into the night as you were carried out and into the back of the house, somewhere, no one would hear you anymore.

How he managed to roam the halls so quietly was a mystery to you. His footsteps were barely audible anymore, unlike how he usually walked through the house. All you could figure by the way he played with your tongue, letting it slip all over his fingers as he carried you like a porcelain doll rather than a heavy, human being, was that he seemed to be aiming somewhere special in delight. However, you lacked the proper knowledge about the floor plan of the house to determine where.

It wasn't like you didn't try to struggle in his grip, doing your best to ram your own nails into the skin of his hands and to scream if your throat allowed it, but even when you passed the rooms you assumed to be your siblings-in-law's, it didn't get anyone's attention as you hoped. "Endea-" you tried to call out to him, frantically patting his hand to which he gave your body a simple shake as if he was reprimanding a dog. That only caused you more uncomfortableness as it made you feel every joint of his fingers against your vulva, every muscle of his heated body against your back and reminded you of the sheer strength he harbored, effortlessly carrying you through the whole house without even a loud breath.

Only by the time you reached your destination was when you gave up your struggles, tears sullying your face in disgust regarding what you were going through. This was not a way to treat someone, not even family or ESPECIALLY not family, but he still pulled through with it. "There we go…" he mumbled, shutting another sliding door behind you with his foot, slowly approaching the middle of the room. From what you could make out, it was a large room, and the air was dense inside, complicating your breathing even more.

When he reached where he wanted, he slowly glided to the ground, finally groaning a little as he kneeled down. With the hand between your legs, he managed to prop them forward, not giving you a choice on how to sit on the floor with him, but you summoned some determination up to run the moment he let go of you.

"You're sloppy," he noted, pulling out from beneath you, making your body pulse with the sudden desire as there wasn't something close to your sex anymore. You did not see it, but he dried off his hands on your nightdress, making you guess just what had made it so wet. And by the feeling you had down below, it was exactly what you were thinking about.

"I will pull out my hand now, keep calm and still for me, alright?" he instructed, and you nodded slowly, his fingers mercifully going with your motions. Horridly slow, he took them from your mouth as you parted your lips willingly as far as you could for him, despite the struggle it caused you. Enji reveled in the momentary bliss of having your tongue work against him, but his fingers still getting another lick from it - if you wanted or not, until he slowed down over your lips, dragging the sensitive skin with him for a few inches before it snapped back and in place.

And the moment you were freed, you did what anyone would have done.

You screamed.

Loud.

As long as you could, you let your voice ring out while you imagined all the people you would wake, everyone who would come running to see what kind of monstrosity had occurred. And you screamed until your lungs gave out, first vibrating and eventually forcing shut, urging you to breathe instead. From one moment to the next, it got so quiet, so terrible, terrible quiet with only your own heartbeat in your ears. Until there was a sigh, and only that.

"Finished?" he asked, and you could barely keep yourself from laughing at that, if not for your complete lack of air in the first place. "No, and I will continue-"

The sting of pain that followed after the initial crack of bones was all there was to your sentence. At the same time, you felt yourself collapsing to the floor, head hitting the hard ground that barely gave away beneath you. "A pathetic scream. I heard my boys scream louder in this room before - and you are a girl."

Enji's presence faded as you slowly regained a grip on yourself, the ringing in your ears subsiding as you brought a hand up to your cheek, feeling the burning slap as you touched it. Hot tears breached over the corners of your eyelids, though you couldn't give them much thought at that moment while you tried to understand what just happened. You flinched as the light suddenly went on, flooding the vast room in brightness, and you blinked rapidly to adjust. With a lot of strength, you managed to support you on your elbow, allowing you to look around you if just a little.

"I trained them here all day, all night, from the sun to moon and back again. Eventually, I just had to install some sound-proof mechanics so my wife wouldn't come running because of every little scream and squeal," Endeavor explained, knocking on the walls. "You can try to scream as much as you want."

Speechless, you locked eyes with him, looking like a scared deer on the ground at best. What would you do now that no one could hear you? Make a run for it? Worth a try. But when you tried to jump up and get yourself into motion, you were hit with a sudden shakiness, your body not moving one inch while Enji casually prowled closer. Were you… afraid? So much, you couldn't move even if you wanted to? Even if you screamed and shouted while the man you were scared off watched you with an icy, but indifferent stare. As if he was expecting you to do something…

"Not going to run?" he asked, kneeling down in front of you again. Even with how hard you found it to move, you still flinched as his hand reached out, your eyes closing as the only thing doing anything. His hand reached behind your head, cupping it in its palm easily and burying his fingers in your hair. Squealing, you endured the yank as he pulled you upwards, whimpering in his hold while he adjusted you to look directly up to him.

"I'll let the matter of your manners slide. I guess you simply forgot about the decorations as you were fucking my son for your pleasure this morning. Still, we have some urgent matters to discuss."

Shocked, your mouth opened, but the words got stuck in your throat. You wanted to protest and insult him, but to save you, your body decided it was not the time for that. "W-What?" you stammered, helplessly trying to support your lifted body by stemming your hands into the ground. And finally, your limbs listened to you, working as they should.

But instead of an answer, you were met with painfully long seconds of silence while you could watch his eyes roam your body. Ever so often, they would stop and take in what they were seeing. Your lips, your shoulders, your breasts perking from your nightgown, your legs - you could watch them like a movie in the reflection of his eyes. "I was a little disappointed that you were never really introduced to me before the wedding," he mused, a sorrowful expression on his face.

"I-I'm sorry- We just didn't have time to-" You were harshly interrupted as his free hand came down to your hips again, gripping them tightly and helping him to move you around like a doll he was inspecting.

"I can see you are a pretty thing, but I would have liked to have a real talk to you first. I am Shoto's father. I need to take care everyone is making good choices and is well, after all."

Even more, confusion rose in you. Endeavor's words made sense, but they didn't explain why he would treat you like this. If he had wanted to know something, he could have just asked or invited you two over… For this right here, there was no reason at all. "I-It must have been a misunderstanding, Sir! We can just talk if you want that…"

"No," he said, shutting you down immediately. "That's not all."

Enji took a deep breath, a gleam of fire playing around his ear and disappearing as fast as it came up. Still, it reminded you of his quirk and how much of a power he could use if he wanted to. Hell, he could incinerate you with these flames until there was nothing left. Wide-eyed, you stared at him, shivering as you waited for him to talk again.

"[Name], do you understand?" he asked, and you mumbled a forced 'no' from your lips, holding back sobs. "I need to make sure that you are suitable for my Shoto. That you can help him on his way to the top, that you will support him and make him happy. It's my duty to make sure he marries someone fit for him, and yet, he went and married you without my consent."

His eyes went from you back to your legs, and you yelped as he suddenly yanked at your nightgown, tearing off the fabric from one of your shoulders. You struggled to keep everything covered and in place, but his hand was faster in securing a spot between your legs again, forcing them apart even with you trying to free yourself from him. "I would have needed to make sure you were a good fit, that you would make him happy in all and every way possible."

The next thing you knew was that your panties got torn off by a finger breaching the barrier the fabric held up. You screamed in surprise, clasping a hand over your shamelessly exposed parts, but your wrist got caught by his hand, tearing forcefully at it. "Most importantly, I really needed to make sure you'd be able to satisfy him. What about children, [Name]? Do you know how important it is that Shoto will get healthy, promising children?"

Pulling you back by your hair, he made your arch your back, and your eyes look up at him, when suddenly, without preparation or announcement, a thick finger pushed into you, leaving you to gasp in surprise and horror. No matter how horrible it was, you were glad for every bit of wetness you had emitted before, saving you from the bloody hell that could have been. "That's what I mean," he growled as he pulled out again, his fingers coming into sight, coated by your slick liquid and pulling threads as he rubbed them against each other and pulled them apart.

"You're nothing but a slut, getting wet from whatever happens to you!"

"That's not true! It's a natural reaction to protect me!" you protested, already regretting it as you looked back at him, meeting his unwavering, overwhelming gaze. "Protect you from what? Your own father-in-law? Don't make me laugh, you whore!"

The sudden release of your head made you tumble to the ground again, and you could barely keep up with the number of times you had hit your head by now. All you knew was that a big headache was incoming. It took you a bit to gather the strength to lift yourself from the ground this time, Enji having stood up by then and starting to make rounds around you. "This is worrisome," he revealed, and you found yourself close to tears again, barely able to know what exactly you were feeling by now.

"You would fuck anyone who touches you a little bit. You probably get off on doing it when Shoto doesn't expect anything and disgrace the family because you couldn't keep your panties on. Even more, you'd bring shame on my poor son, who wouldn't let me evaluate you before he took you as his terrible wife. You understand I have to take care that won't happen, right?"

"No," you sobbed, shaking your head slowly. "I would never do that! I love Shoto, I could never do something so terrible to him!"

"Of course you'd say that," he sighed, shaking his head sadly, while you still struggled with understanding what was going on. Another heavy sigh heaved off his chest before he came to a halt at your side, inspecting you for a second. "It's my duty as his father to make sure you don't bring anything bad over him."

For the next few seconds, time didn't pass you as fast as usually. The only thing you could think about was, 'What is he going to do... Will he hurt me? Dispose of me?' and in retrospect, you might have preferred that over what was coming. With a thin plead, you reached out to him, clawing your fingers tightly into his pants, muttering your words so quietly, you couldn't guarantee he would hear it. But when you weren't looking, a smile spread over his lips, and he was almost admiring you.

"P-Please…" Your body shook as you tried to speak, unable to look up at him, the person who was threatening you. And yet, all you could think of was Shoto, the love of your life and how much pain it would bring him if anything happened to you just because you didn't follow the proper etiquette and paid your respect to his father.

"W-What if we do the evaluation now?" you stammered, feeling ashamed right to your bones.

"Hm. It's quite late for this now. Say, [Name]..." he mumbled, squatting down to see eye to eye with you. With an almost gentle finger under your chin, he lifted your head up to meet his eyes, your gazed filled with a million sparkles as the tears streamed down your face. "Is it really so important for you to be with my son?"

"More than anything," you sobbed, biting your lips to keep yourself as composed as possible. "I'd go through every necessary step to be with him properly. I am sorry if I was rude before, but I- we can go through everything you need to evaluate me if it means I can stay with Shoto."

With a thoughtful hum, he brought a thumb to your shivering lips, driving over the line they formed while he thought. "I admire that… determination. Maybe if my children had more of it, they really would have become the hero's I wanted them to be." His eyes hesitantly loosened from your lips to meet yours, the tears slowly drying out. Something in his words was calming you, even if you did not wanted to. "I already learned the basics about you. I had every person I know search for information concerning you, so I know about you, [Name]. We don't have the time to go through all of this again, but there is still the family aspect… that bothers me."

Enji seemed to need a minute to tear himself out of his own trance as he got lost in your eyes, searching for a moment of wavering emotions, just a second of hesitations as he brought you the news. It was unsettling, knowing someone had done a background check on you. But it was not as bad as this situation now. You were ashamed to even think about it, but you recounted your last visit to your gynecologist, trying to remember if there had been anything relevant to confess now.

"I-I am fertile and Shoto and I were trying to perceive already."

"Do you think you can?" he asked and you cocked your head to the side for a second, thinking about what he could mean.

"Get pregnant? Y-Yes, of course, Sir!"

His brows furrowed with a wave of disappointment, washing over you. "No, satisfy. You think you can satisfy my son enough so he will give you a child even?"

Admittedly, that had not been your first thought on how babies were perceived, but gulping, you decided to roll with it. By this point, there was barely anything you wouldn't have done if it meant getting away from your father-in-law. "I-I am sure, I can! And I swear I will do my best!"

He gave you an appreciating grunt, and you could only figure it was from showing him more determination. But a small part of you celebrated inside of your head, knowing you had just gained his approval as little as it was. Letting go of you, Endeavor stood up, leaving you to scramble to a seat while he announced, "I will need to get a better picture of that."

Confused, you shook your head as you watched him slowly pulling off his shirt, a small squeal escaping you as you turned your head away when he stood there bare-chested. You could only hear the clanking of his belt as he undid it, pulling it out from his trousers. "What are you waiting for?" he asked, and you could feel the air make way for his pants as they fell straight to the ground, making you flinch.

"Pardon?" you asked weakly, not even wanting to hear what he had to say. A sigh escaped him, and with it, more disappointment that you so desperately wanted to keep at bay. "That irritating piece of fabric," he explained, and you gripped your already torn-up nightgown tightly, slowly looking up again to him with the intention to refuse.

All you found, however, was the words stuck in your throat, watching that massive, twitching cock erected right next to you, while Enji's massive form towered over you. He did not ask for your opinion on this, and it suddenly got all the more clear to you that there was no choice to refuse what you had started.

"If you don't take it off, I will," he offered, and you could only meet his eyes in shock, watching the triumphant gleam he got from your small, submissive body beneath him.

And suddenly, you weren't sure if you even wanted to live long enough to have him rip off your nightgown, while you could not move one muscle to save yourself.

[just-random-obsessions]

Funny Moments In Thor The Dark World

Find Thor 1 here

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This is the second part of me watching all three thor movies and the avengers movie and comparing the humor pre-ragnarok to the humor in the 3rd Thor movie. And, as before, I’m writing this on my computer where the I and U keys don’t work so sorry for any spelling mistakes.

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Official-and-unstable-satan and fandomsfanfiction weren’t tagged sry

Anyone who wants to be added/removed to the tag list please let me know! and if I missed someone please also let me know. Sorry this post is so long

~ “Hello Mother. Have I made you proud?”

~ “Please don’t make things worse” “Define worse”

~ “I really don’t see what all the fuss is about”

~ “Just like you”

~ *That smile!!!!*

~ “I’ve got this completely under control!” “Is that why everything’s on fire?”

~ *About the Scary MonsterTM: “All yours”

~ *Thor says hi to the Big Scary MonsterTM*

~ “I accept your surrender”

~ “Anyone else?” *All the people simultaneously: NOPE*

~ “Perhaps next time we should START with the big one”

~ *Odin obviously shipping Thor and Jane* (idk I got a kick out of this)

~ *Jane awkwardly avoiding her date*

~ *Date: hi*

~ *Him awkwardly talking about his ex*

~ “And the fact that she kept sleeping with other men” “NO!”

~ *Darcy being mistaken for a waitress*

~ *Darcy mouthing “Cute” to Jane about Richard*

~ *Darcy embarrassing Jane by talking about Thor*

~ “Is there a point to all of this cause there REALLY needs to be a point to all of this”

~ “That’s what I said!”

~ “That’s what I did!”

~ “He’s not interested” “I’m interested” (Am I the only one who feels like his awkwardness was actually kinda cute?)

~ “He’s my intern.” “You have an intern?”

~ *Intern is fucking adorable like Richard*

~ “I have totally mastered driving in London!” *Has not mastered it at all*

~ *Selvig running around Stonehenge naked*

~ *Darcy keeps calling Ian ‘Intern’*

~ *Darcy calls Jane cause she didn’t wanna shout*

~ God I fucking love Darcy she’s so criminally underrated

~ “I am not getting stabbed in the name of science”

~ “It’s okay, we’re Americans!” “Is that supposed to make them like us?”

~ “We’re scientists-well I am” “Thanks”

~ “That doesn’t seem right”

~ “I wanna throw something! Jane give me your shoe!”

~ *Jane ignores Darcy*

~ “Give me your shoe”

~ “Were those the car keys?”

~ *Ian’s face when he realizes he threw the car keys to another planet*

~ *If you have to bury so many people then you’re doing something wrong you hot dumb fuck* (I mean that’s basically what Heimdall said right?)

~ “Typical” *after being left behind while Jane goes to talk to her boyfriend*

~ *Jane! Love of my life and most talented and beautiful person in the world oh how I love yo-SLAP*

~ “As excuses go, its not terrible”

~ “I know” “You do?” “Do what?”

~ *Darcy interrupts the KissTM*

~ “Um I’m pretty sure we are getting arrested”

~ “How’s space?” “Space is fine”

~ “He’s my intern… My intern’s intern”

~ “Holy shit!” (after Jane went up in the Bifrost)

~ *Heimdall calmly dodges the car*

~ “We have to do that again”

~ “Hello”

~ “What’s that?”

~ “It’s a soul forge” *No I’m pretty sure that’s a quantum field generator*

~ *Jane being ready to fight Odin for comparing her to a goat*

~ “You told your dad about me?”

~ “It must be so inconvenient, them asking about me day and night”

~ “Please meet my mother” *Jane shies away from Thor*

~ Loki casually tossing the thingamajig in the air like the cute little shit he is

~ Lord, he’s so damn pretty

~ *Kurse being like: Lol I ain’t touchin’ that boy with a ten foot pole*

~ “It’s as if they resent being in prison”

~ “There’s no pleasing some creatures”

~ *Loki calmly reading a book while all Hel breaks loose*

~ “You have my word that no harm will come to yo-” nvm bitch die

~ *THAT look between Sif and Jane*

~ *Frigga immediately seeing through Odin’s bs lies*

~ *Heimdall: I have defeated the big space ship!! The bigger one behind him: Bitch you thought*

~ “WITCH!!!!” *Now I know who Loki gets his amazing aforementioned smile from*

~ *Selvig using shoes to explain complicated science*

~ *Selvig then using pencils*

~ “Any questions?” “Yeah, can I have my shoe back?”

~ “What’s SHIELD?” “It’s a secret”

~ *Darcy’s cute af face when she sees that Selvig is in the mental hospital*

~ “Are you sure you wouldn’t just rather punch your way out?”

~ *Loki shapeshifting into the guard*

~ “Mmm Brother, you look ravishing”

~ “Costumes a bit much”

~ “So tight!”

~ “I can FEEL the righteousness surging!!”

~ “HEY wanna have a rousing discussion about truth?”

~ “Honor?”

~ “Patriotism?”

~ “GOD BLESS AMERICA!”

~ “At last. A little common sens-”Bitch are you really fucking kidding me? (What do you mean that’s not what he said?)

~ “I thought you liked tricks”

~ “I’m Loki, you may have heard of-” SLAP

~ “That was for New York”

~ “I like her”

~ *Loki gazing lovingly at Jane in the background*

~ “Betray him, and I’ll kill you.” “It’s good to see you too Sif”

~ “If you even think about betraying him-” “You’ll kill me? Evidently there will be a line”

~ “I thought you said you knew how to fly this thing.” “I said how hard can it be?”

~ “Whatever your doing brother I suggest you do it faster.” “Shut up Loki

~ “You must’ve missed something.” “I didn’t, I’m pressing every button on this thing”

~ “Well don’t hit it. Just press it, gently.” “I aM pReSsInG iT gEnTlY AND ITS NOT WORKING!!!”

~ *Thor starts slamming buttons and it starts working*

~ *Volstagg: Oh fighting is much fun- OH SHIT IM FALLING!! HELP!!!*

~ “I think you missed a column.” “Shut up”

~ “Why don’t you let me take over? I’m clearly the best pilot”

~ *Bitch I’m the one who can actually fly*

~ “Oh dear. Is she dead?”

~ *Thor knocks over a column* “Not a word”

~ “Now they’re following us”

~ “Now they’re firing at us”

~ “Yes thank you for the commentary Loki, it’s not at all distracting”

~ “Well done, you just decapitated your grandfather”

~ *Seriously, whoever wrote the escape scene is a genius!!!*

~ *Loki yelling at Thor about how thIs was a bad idea you dumb fuck- wait wtf are you doing AAAAHHHHH!!!!1*

~ “You lied to me. I’m impressed”

~ *That smile again snfnejaihfeqrqrsbdsalxdjewonjfeq*

~ “For Asgard!” YEET

~ “Nothing personal boys!”

~ “If it were easy, everyone would do it”

~ “Are you mad?” “Possibly”

~ “TADAAA”

~ “Oh yeah, my father. Eric Selvig”

~ “And these” “yeah… those”

~ “How did you find me?” “You were naked on television”

~ “I don’t get paid enough. I don’t get paid at all”

~ “What’s happening? Birds? Birds are happening?”

~ “All right are you ready?” “I am”

~ *phone rings* “It’s not me”

~ “Why are there so many shoes in here?”

~ “I’ll just text her”

~ “So who’s Richard?”

~ *Thor hanging his hammer on a coat hanger*

~ “Where are your pants?” “Oh he says it helps him think”

~ “Loki is dead” “Oh thank God!”

~ “Better get my pants”

~ “Do you even know what these things do?” “No” “…Neither do I”

~ “Ooh get the guy with the sword!”

~ “Oops”

~ *Ian’s high-pitched scream*

~ *Does car insurance cover My Car Was Sucked Into Another Planet Due To A Cosmic Event That Only Occurs Once Every 5000 Years or no?*

~ *Thor and Malekith fighting between worlds and poor little Mjolnir trying to keep up*

~ *The two of them against windows*

~ *AAAHHH*

~ *Awww! Look at the cute little Jotunheim monster! He’s so adorable I wanna pet him so much!’

~ *Darcy and Ian kissing after he saved her life*

~ “Darcy?” “Jane!” “Ian?” “Selvig.”

~ “Myuh Myuh!!”

~ *Thor ends up on the subway*

~ *The girl taking 50 photos*

~ *Thor and the woman colliding into eachother*

~ “I’ve come to accept your surrender”

~ *Malekith gets crushed by his own ship. Now that’s some lovely karma right there*

~ *Darcy and Ian go back to kissing*

~ “He kinda committed treason on our way out” oops

~ Jotunheim Puppy chasing birds

Wow I’m so sorry this was so long. But guess what? It’s gonna get even longer. Sorry, again.

So one of the differences between the first and second Thor movies is that Thor 2 has humor in the climax whereas Thor 1 doesn’t. This is because of the differences with who is the villain. In Thor 1, Thor is having to fight his brother. To quote Avengers, they “played together and fought together” for several millennia. Of course there’s not going to be any humor in it cause there shouldn’t be. The climax at the end of the movie isn’t supposed to be some epic battle between the forces of Good TM and Bad TM. It’s supposed to be tragic that he’s having to fight his own brother because Loki lost his mind due to so many factors. The last joke in the film is “You’re an amazon liar brother, always have been” “It’s good to have you back”. There’s nothing else till the end credit scene. That’s because Kenneth Branagh knew that this was supposed to be viewed at as being sad a hopeless, not some awesome upbeat battle.

Thor 2 on the other hand, is exactly that. Thor has known Malekith for.. what? 2 days? Maybe 3? His relationship and dynamic with Malekith is different than with his brother. To Thor, this is just another enemy attacking Asgard. And I’m not sure whether this was intentional or not (because I remember reading somewhere how Allen Taylor had a bitch of a time in the editing process so I think the movie came out different than he intended) but the lack of any personal relationship will Malekith means the film can make really funny jokes and still have it fit with the film. If anything, I might even argue that the humor helped the film to maintain a very nice positive vibe. Idk I can’t think of the right words to explain it but the jokes actually fit the film very well.

However, then we move on to Ragnarok. With Ragnarok, Thor is fighting his sister. While (just like Malekith) he has only known her for two days, that still doesn’t take away the fact that he is having to fight his sibling. And I’m not a film director but if I had the option of approaching this situation and taking it the Thor 1 route or the the Thor 2 route, I’d go with Thor 1. Because it’s actually incredibly tragic that Hela has been driven to insanity like Loki (though ok a different level) due to Odin’s shitty parenting. She is the horrible way she is because Odin made her that way. And that could’ve been an AMAZINGLY complex story with the audience feeling so much sympathy for Hela like we did with Loki in Thor 1, but the narrative just falls flat for two reasons. 1) Taika admitted he didn’t want the film to be emotionally complex so 2) The humor in the climax completely detracts from the seriousness of the situation.

Also, some side notes: Yes, this is edited from the original. I accidentally deleted everything and then had to go back and add everything back in. So I also had to re-tag people too. And I also added a bit more explanation at the end. I meant to do so when I originally posted but it never got done till now. Sry. Also sry that it’s so long

[vole-mon-amour]

OTP tag game.

Tagged by @captainjowl. You know for sure than I'm struggling to pick only 10 & fit them in here. But hell, that’s fun, thank you <3

Rules: Choose 10 OTPs BEFORE reading the questions, and then get to answering

1) Harry James Potter & Sirius Orion Black

2) Daniel Le Domas & Grace (Ready or Not 2019)

3) Samuel & Nathan Drake (Uncharted 4)

4) Corvo Attano & The Outsider (+probably Emily Kaldwin; Dishonored series)

5) Steve Grant Rogers & Bucky Buchanan Barnes (Marvel)

6) Tony Edward Stark & Peter Benjamin Parker (Marvel)

7) Handsome Jack & Rhys (Borderlands video game series)

8) Damon Salvatore & Elena Gilbert (TVD Books & a tv show)

9) Batman & Joker (in every universe, really)

10) Adam Jensen x Francis Pritchard (Deus Ex video game series)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

I believe it didn't hit me before Spider-Man: Homecoming. Civil War was about Steve & Bucky for me, but when I saw that growing up Peter with Tony, their dynamic, chemistry. Tom & Robert are really just like that.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

Lmao. I've read like 50% of the tag on AO3, I wrote my own & started a few wips on them. They are amazing. Plus, with that shitty canon? We didn't get enough of them & they deserved better, so it's only logical to save yourself with fanfiction.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?

I was living with The Outsider icon on my twitter & tumblr. That one is still my Google profile picture I believe. Don't remember about having an icon with the two of them. Also had The Outsider as my lockscreen on my smartphone for a while.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Funny how it fits canon, lmao. Rhys literally tried to erase Jack's AI in TFTBL, so I guess another day on Pandora, nothing new. They torture each other, they kiss each other, they kill other people in the process. It'll be fiiine.

5. Why is 1 so important?

I love them since the first time I met them, which was much more than 10 years ago, I don't even remember when. At some point they were the reason I was waking up & forcing myself to eat just to read more fanfiction & feel something. Even if I was drowning in pain (I was extremely depressed), it was still something. I read every fic I could find at that time. The depression that Harry went through, all these feelings, his love for Sirius. I was living through it, I could relate.

I'm currently drowning in these two again, though in a much healthier & happier state. I see their flaws & I know as much as I can. I see them differently as an adult. They saved me, they keep being my number one, I still consider making a tattoo of Padfoot/Sirius or of both Harry & Sirius together. I have many headcanons, ideas, I write fics about them. They are everything, you see? They were my choice when there was nothing, no one. They are HOME.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Both. There goes the dynamic of Jack & Rhys: torture, fighting, flirting, a lot of trauma. I'd definitely say that they are wild and comical sometimes, but they are definitely serious. With the Asylum, the mental health issues. There is so much more to it, the complexity of their relationship. The struggle of loving who you probably shouldn't (but hey, when does it work like that?) Thinking about Tettlate's Batman, about Batman: Europa & how Joker was: "You must be crazy, putting me in charge of the plan, letting me decide. Okay, well..."

Nah, they are entertaining, but this is a serious ship.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Are you kidding me? They are all the definition of CHEMISTRY. I'd say 5, but then go 2, 6, 7, 8. Come on. I'm not choosing. Most of they are WILD.

9. How many times have you read/watched the 10’s fandom?

The fandom itself? Idk. I found one of my favourite artists through this fandom. If it's about the characters themselves, I played the first game with the DLC from start to beginning, looking around every corner. Spent more than 60 hours in there. Watched a second game (my laptop can't run the game) and the DLC (obviously), since Francis is in the DLC & not in the main game. I have a tag for them on tumblr, I read fanfiction, I tried to write my own. I still follow Elias & want a third game. Elias liked my tweets about Adam and Jensen being an actual couple a few times. I'd say I interacted with all of this a lot? Still do, actually.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

5. Best friends since childhood, fought & died for each other, still found their way back to each other. "It would break your Captain's heart, to see what they did to you." That only the MENTION of Steve can pull Bucky out of this brain washing(ed?) state, distract him in the middle of a fight. When Steve died in the comics because of Sharon & Tony sent Natasha to take Steve's shield from Bucky because even Tony knew how much Steve means to Bucky. And Bucky was like: "Oh, I see what he did. Not happening!" Fought Natasha (that is his ex in the comics) & kept going for Steve's sake.

Well, you see the point, I can go on and on.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

They're not actually canon so none? They had a few fights: In Civil war (the comics), in Homecoming (the movie).  That only means that they’ve got history & love each other.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

As fierce Grace is, they wouldn't stand a chance against Damon & Elena. Those two had to deal with worst thing than brainless stupid zombies. On the other hand, if there were no alive humans to drink their blood... It's either an animal diet that Damon hates so much or I don't know? Still, they're faster & more powerful. Their bodies have advantage of healing the wounds as well.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

From some people, yeah. Don't tell Athena, don't tell Vaughn, don't tell Fiona. Though Rhys wasn't very subtle about it & Jack just doesn't give a fuck. You will probably end up dead if you disagree or bore him, or if you're useless.

"I can take you to the top, but you gotta know where the top is" & Rhys doesn't tell anybody until Jack makes him the President for like whole 20 minutes lol.

Fiona & Sasha: "This can't be happening." Sure it can, darling.

14. Is 4 still together?

I have a headcanon about The Outsider finding Emily & Corvo after Billie frees him from the Void. He doesn't have anybody & they are his only friends aside from a potential friendship with Billie. And if we don't consider TOTO dlc, they definitely are! The Outsider visits them both when they sleep & takes them to the void sometimes. How could he not?

15. Is 10 canon?

Not really but also sort of? Let's say that they really care about each other in canon, despite Adam pushing Francis away because of his trauma & fear that Megan caused him. :/

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Can you imagine wizards fighting extremely powerful vampires? Superheroes with venom in their bodies that make them super strong with people that made a deal with the Devil himself (hi Le Bail)? 5000 y.o. God and his lover that share his powers and an augmented human protecting his tired IT guy? Combine mental health issues to that, Jack and Rhys with Batman and Joker. Corvo & The Outsider would probably slay them all as Corvo and Emily did in both games with entire islands, though it will still be a slaughter anyway.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

All the fucking time, lmaooo. I’m not even talking about it.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

I feel like I already did with Steve & Bucky after many Marvel movies (we're not even mentioning Endg*me, I fucking died & was dead for full 4-5 months).

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

I used to do that a few years back, but not anymore. There is not much content since the trilogy is finished.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

1 already went through it & fandom lives, so I'd say maybe 7? Rhys will find a way to bring Jack back & they are both so wild. It’s what happened in canon anyway. Jack kidnapped Lilith & forced her to do Angel's job, so I'd like to see that witch try at first. Jack is an immortal bastard. <3

Now that I think about it, Corvo would also deal with her in seconds as she waits to curse them.

As a conclusion: no one breaks up forever, we're killing the witch.

I tag: @ianmillkovichgallagher​ & @aledbr​

Whoever else wants to join the game, please do.

[gingerwritess]

ok this one is really really sad, one where the war in the whole universe is done and loki and reader has to part ways just because loki has to come back to asgard and live 5000 more years and like they're saying their goodbyes while reader is crying so bad she can't say i love you to loki and loki's like "see that shiny thing in the sky? that's asgard, I'll watch you all the time" but then on their last goodbye kiss loki just did a trick and cleared out reader's memories with him??? imsosorry

okayyyy i apologise in advance for this. and for doing this when i have like 20 other requests that came before this one.

i edited the plot a lil for clarification, so it takes place right before The Snap™️ but Loki was on earth with you so no stupid stabby boi. ohhh you wanted elliot in this too??? enjoy heh

also why is your url give-me-fluff when you’re putting ideas like this in my mind you sly dog

if you wanna cry, listen to this song on repeat while you read. trust me.

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Something is wrong. Extremely, horribly wrong.

It brings Loki from a restless sleep before it hits you, shooting straight up from the pillows in a cold sweat.

Darkness still encompasses the room hiding you from view, so he reaches out to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into his chest. His fingers slip under your shirt to spread against your stomach—you’re still breathing.

Relief floods his mind and he moves his hand up to find your heart, needing to feel it beating steadily under his hand before he can fall back to sleep.

It’s there. His heart is ready to pound out of his chest, but yours seems fine, calm and steady and thankfully reminding him that he’s fine, you’re fine, and Elliot is f—

Elliot.

The baby had been cradled in your arms when you fell asleep, only being a few days old, neither of you had wanted to leave him alone. Loki pulls himself from your warmth to flip on the bedside lamp, rousing you from your sleep as well.

“What’s going on?” You mumble, blinking groggily at him over your shoulder. He’s running a hand over his face, traces of slumber evident in his eyes, but his breathing is shallow and shaky. “Loki, babe, what’s wrong?”

“Is Elliot alright?”

He looks terrified, cheeks paler than usual and his eyes are frantic; it’s scaring you.

You nod and roll back over to check on your newborn son, but the little bundle of blankets you had fallen asleep next to is empty. You’re wide awake now, that’s for sure, and you fling the covers off the bed—babies are unpredictable, right? Maybe he slid further under or-or rolled off the bed??

“Loki,” you hiss, jumping off the bed and checking the floor. Nothing. “Loki, where’s our baby?”

He’s on his feet in a flash, ripping the covers off the bed completely. “What do you mean, ‘where’s our baby’?”

Your voice raises with the panic in your heart: Elliot is nowhere to be found. “Loki Laufeyson, this is not a fucking joke. I swear to god, if you are pulling some shit—”

His fist closes around your arm and he gives you a rough shake. “Why in the name of Valhalla would I joke about this?” He hisses, eyes flashing in anger. Anger.

It’s been ages since you’ve seen anger in his eyes, especially when he’s looking at you. But his grip on your arm is unyielding and only getting tighter, his fingers digging into your bicep until you meet his piercing gaze with fear-filled eyes.

He freezes at the look on your face, how you’re staring up at him as if he were straight out of a nightmare, and immediately the grip on your arms loosens. “Forgive me…” he whispers in horror, bringing a hand to the back of your head and pulling you flush against his chest. “Forgive me, my love, forgive me.”

You quickly wrap your arms around him in quiet comfort, reassuring him that you’ve already done so. “I’m sorry too. We’re both scared,” you explain, rubbing a soothing hand over his back. “We need to find Elliot.”

He nods and slowly lets you go, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and something on the bed catches his eye. The blankets the Elliot had been wrapped in are still piled on the mattress and he quickly picks them up, unfolding them and shaking them lightly.

There’s ashes? Some kind of dust, scarily similar to ashes, falling from the blankets, and you run a hand through the dark ashes, leaving black smears and stains on your white sheets.

“No, this couldn’t be…” your mind is running a thousand miles an hour, too many possible scenarios ricocheting around your head. Only one sticks out, keeps popping up to taunt you no matter how hard you push it away. “Loki, this isn’t…?”

Loki looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“He did it,” is all he breathes, setting a trembling hand on the bed and picking up a fistful of the ashes, turning his fist over to let the ashes pour through his fingers.

You can hear your heartbeat pounding and you try again: “Loki, answer me. Is this our son??”

His wide eyes meet yours, all colour drained from his face and the light in his emerald eyes promptly extinguished. You want him to just answer you, to tell you no, that’s not your son, that Elliot is in the room down the hall safe and sleeping soundly…but he just nods.

It doesn’t make any sense. But Loki grabs your hand, smearing the ashes—your son’s ashes—over your palm as well and he puts his other hand to your face, holding your cheek and he’s staring at you, absolutely terrified.

Waiting for you to turn to ashes with his son.

He should have known you were too good to be true.

To be his.

There are tears in Loki’s eyes, actual tears sneaking from the corners of his eyes as he watches you, waiting for you to be ripped from his hands.

The tears come to you before you have a chance to fully process what just happened.

There’s a flash of light from the window—the bifrost, you realise—and your door slams open. It’s Thor, who hasn’t been to visit you in months since he’d been on Asgard.

“Asgard has fallen.” Panic hides in his rumbling voice, but you can hear it loud and clear.

Loki is dressed in the blink of an eye, armour glinting from his chest. “To what end?” He asks, stepping slightly in front of you, quickly wiping the tears from his cheeks. His voice is steady, strong…fake. That’s not your husband.

“Half our people,” Thor hoarsely tells him. “Half our people are gone.”

Loki swallows thickly with a nod and you notice his hand shaking against his thigh. You step behind him and grab his hand, twining your fingers between his and squeezing tightly.

I’m here.

“Are there…are there ashes?” He croaks, pointing to your bed littered with the ashen remains of your son. Just hearing him brings another lump to your throat and you let your head fall against his back, holding onto his hand with a death grip and hiding the tears trickling down your cheeks.

Thor nods, his face ghostly pale. “I apologise to the both of you. This…this takes no prejudice in its victims. Brother, I trust you will do what is necessary.”

Loki finally squeezes your hand back, tighter than you can almost bear. “Leave us.”

As soon as the door closes behind him, he’s pulled you back into his arms and he’s shaking, his face buried in your neck. Shaking with sobs, fear, rage, you don’t know, but this, whatever this is, has done something to him and he’s finally broken.

Right when you were starting to piece him back together.

“Loki—”

“Don’t speak.”

Your mouth snaps shut, shocked and confused at his command. It’s not like this isn’t affecting you too, Elliot was as much your son as his! You open your mouth to argue, eyes narrowing at your husband—mmph.

His lips are on yours before a single angered word leaves them.

Wet. It’s a wet kiss, in the worst way possible. It’s all tears and tongue and he’s desperate, clawing at your face and your back and staining your cheeks with his burning tears. By the time he rips himself away from you, your skin is streaked with black marks from the ashen remains on his hands.

“I have to leave,” he whispers against your lips, eyes tightly shut and chest heaving. “I have to leave and you cannot follow me.”

“Bullshit,” you answer firmly, grabbing his face and wiping away a tear with your thumb. “I’m coming with you.”

He shakes his head furiously, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and pulling you even closer to him. “You are not. You’re safer here. I won’t be able to care for you in the way you deserve.”

“You think I care about that?” You smack at his arm, undeniably getting angry with him; he’s not allowed to make these kinds of decisions for you. “That was my son too, Loki. My son. Your son…our son.”

Your words hit him like a brick and he lets go of your shirt, hand coming up to caress your cheek. “That’s why you can’t come, my love,” he mutters. “I’ve caused you enough pain already. I will not bring you any more.”

“That is so selfish,” you hiss, wrenching your head from his touch. “Selfish, Loki, selfish. Clearly the better way to ‘care for me’ is to stay with me, right?”

Not that you could’ve ever known, but those words would haunt him for the rest of eternity.

His mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure of how to answer such an accusation. “I…you know I love you,” he says, practically pleading with you. “I’m trying to protect you! Don’t make this harder than it has to be—”

“Take me with you, Loki!” You cradle his head in both hands and force him to look at your teary eyes. “Just take me with you, idiot, take me with you.”

He can’t. There’s no way. It would never work, with Asgard now compromised and destroyed, leaderless and on the run. He knows you wouldn’t be able to survive a single unavoidable battle, and he wouldn’t be able to be there to protect you.

“I can’t. I love you, and because of that, I can’t stay with you.” He pries your hands from his face to hold them tightly in his own, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “You can hate me, blame me, wish I were dead. I don’t care. I refuse to put you through more pain than I’ve already caused.”

You back away from him, gaping and shaking your head in disbelief. He’s actually going to leave you. You want to hate him, to scream and yell at him until he wakes up and realises you can stay with him, but you don’t think there’s a bone left in your body with the strength to be upset with him.

“I can’t lose you too,” you say, your voice nothing more than a strangled whisper. “First Elliot. Not you too.”

He reaches for you and when you add a whispered “please,” his heart twists and breaks.

There’s only one way to rid you of this painful reality he’s created with you, but Loki wonders if he even has the strength to do it.

It would ruin him, the rest of his life, his spirits, and any hope for peace within him. But it would save you from a lifetime of pain, guilt, hatred…he won’t be able to live with himself if he doesn’t do it.

If he’s ‘selfish’ in your eyes, the least he can do is let you go.

You stare at him dumbfounded as he stands there, silent, out of words to say to you, his silver tongue finally stopped. Doesn’t he have anything to say to you? Any consolations, any comfort?

No, he’s just silent.

Then he puts a hand out, palm open in offering to you and you immediately place your hand in his. His skin is burning ice to the touch, biting through your fingertips, but you don’t let go, trying to let your warmth seep into his skin.

He curls his fingers around yours, his other hand coming to rest on the small of your back and gently leading you to the one window in your tiny apartment. Pulling aside the curtains, he leans down to press a breath of a kiss on your shoulder.

“You can hate me,” he murmurs, his voice steady. He has no more tears to shed. “You can curse my name. But I will not hurt you.”

“Loki, that’s not—”

He cuts you off by tipping your head up and kissing you again, molding his lips into yours. When he pulls away he stays there for a moment, just letting your breath caress his empty lips and running his thumb along your jaw.

“I will not hurt you,” he repeats, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Do you…do you see that star, my love? The one with four points, two to the left of the moon.”

He nods in the direction of the night sky, and you reluctantly follow his gaze to the left of the moon. Sure enough, a four pointed star blinks faintly down at you.

His arm wraps across your chest, running his thumb over your shoulder. “Let’s say that is Asgard. I will always be able to see you from up there, and any time you wish to see me, just look to the sky.” He presses his lips up the side of your neck, relishing the fading feel of your skin. “You see? I’m not leaving you, my love. Never.”

You know it’s a lost cause. He’s leaving and you’ve given up trying to convince him otherwise, so you just stand there silently in his embrace, letting him run his lips along the curve of your neck, knowing this may be the last time you ever feel his lips on you.

There’s nothing left for you here. It, whatever it is, took your son before he could even see the world you brought him into, and now it is ripping his father—your husband—from you too.

He lingers in your empty silence a moment longer before turning you to face him, cradling your head in both hands and brushing away your tears. “No more tears, my queen.”

He leans forwards, his eyes drifting shut and you know this will be the last kiss. You don’t know how you know, but something about it just seems so…final.

“I love you,” you blurt out, finally finding your voice. “I could never hate you.”

He rests his forehead against yours and smiles, a sad, heartbreaking baring of his soul, and he nods. “I know,” he softly assures you, then closes the tiny gap between your lips.

And for the first time, his kiss is warm. Not burning with passion, not the biting cold of a possessive lover, but warm.

He’s not speaking, but you can hear his voice clear as day echoing through your mind.

And I could never forget you.

The warmth of his kiss wraps your body in a saving embrace, filling you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head until his lips are barely touching yours.

The warmth is fading from his ghosting lips. Fading away, and you reach out to grab his arm, keep him here…

You’re standing in front of the window.

Why on earth are you up at such an early hour? You’ve got work in the morning. You should’ve been in bed hours ago.

With a tired sigh you trudge back to your bed, your bed that is much too big for just the one of you. Oh well, more space to sprawl, right? You pull the covers back onto the mattress—you must have kicked them off in your sleep—but there’s a dark streak of something on your white sheets.

Huh. You try to brush it off with your hand, but the powdery mark has stained and just rubs off on your hand. It’s weird, it’s almost like…ashes.

Oh well. You’ll wash the sheets tomorrow.

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hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!

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Persona 5 Palace Rulers - Ranked from least to most Bastard

Okay so the tea is that Persona 5 is full of bastards, namely those you have to change the hearts of during your quest to becoming the most lovable phantom idiot in Japan (and romancing Makoto bc it’s weird to date your maid teacher and Atlus won’t let me be gay I’m going off topic). BUT WHO,,, of all of them is the biggest stupid idiot bastard? Let’s find out in this ,, official top 7 (?) of the Persona palace people. Pls enjoy + agree with me.

Major spoilers ahead

7. Futaba Sakura

Coming in 7th place, the smallest least bastard, Futaba Sakura, isn’t a bastard at all (as if that’s news to anyone). She’s a sweet little bean who needs support and patience and she’s never done anything wrong ever. Futaba gets 0 bastard points.

6. Sae Niijima

Considering how much Sae redeems herself by the end of the game, Sae’s bastard potential is extremely limited. But hey, nobody’s perfect (except Ryuji) and we all gotta own up to our mistakes, so let’s break down Sae’s wrongdoing.

Calling Makoto useless and being horrible and insensitive for no reason - 10 bastard points

Making me spend 20 minutes figuring out that I had to go and stop the casino from rigging the games so I lost loads of coins because I’m an idiot baby but I still shouldn’t have been taken advantage of - 20 bastard points

Being generally great and supportive for the whole of the game following Ren’s escape - -25 bastard points

So Sae Niijima finishes on a grand total of 5 bastard points but at some points she’s on thin fucking ice.

5. Kunikazu Okumura

Okay so NOW we’re getting into true bastard territory. The apparently corrupt CEO of Okumura Foods and that one restaurant where u can do Man Vs Food, Okumura’s been doin’ some shady stuff with his employees and such. But Okumura’s low placement on the bastard spectrum is mostly because of how very slightly washy this part of the game was and I felt that he was a slightly underdeveloped villain. While this was by no means bad, it was the weakest section of P5 for me. Time for the bastard breakdown.

Treating his employees as slaves and being shitty to them - 200 BP

Selling his daughter off to that ARSEHOLE for his political gain - 1000 BP

Being an awful father - 500 BP

Having objectively the most convoluted palace in the game - 500 BP

Being unconsciously responsible for that shitty awful bad airlock puzzle - 200 BP

Speaking through an air conditioning unit the whole time - 100 BP

Dying in one hit in his boss once he’d run out of robots like a pathetic idiot - 100 BP

Getting fucking murked by Akechi - -10 BP because that’s rough, man

Okumura finishes on 2590 bastard points. Not really close to some of the others in terms of bastardbility, but he’s still gotta clean his act up.

4. Ichiryusai Madarame

Here’s another guy that was pretty difficult to hate, despite everything he did. Sure, he was a false artist that stole other people’s ideas for his own fame, but compared to a certain palace owner that came before him, Madarame seems considerably less bastard.

Plagiarising his student’s work - 300 BP

Abusing his students - 500 BP

Being indirectly responsible for that one guy’s suicide - 800 BP

Letting Yusuke’s poor mum fucking die - 1500 BP

Literally being anywhere near my poor boi Yusuke and putting him through all that stuff - 1000 BP

His shadow has no fashion sense - 100 BP

That puzzle involving his toes - 100 BP

Madarame finishes on a hearty 4300 bastard points, which definitely puts him in the upper eschelons, but honestly it’s mostly his lack of physical assault that keeps him from getting any higher.

3. Masayoshi Shido

The arguable big bad of Persona 5 if you don’t include the weird ass transformer you fight at the end, Shido has been the cause of the vast majority of the thieves’ problems throughout the game. He has personal ties to Ren and Sojiro’s pasts and had most of the other palace owners working under him. Here’s an inexhaustive list of everything he did:

Assaulting that poor woman - 50,000 BP

Being a lying little bitch all the time - 800 BP

Getting Ren arrested - 5000 BP

Being indirectly responsible for all the mental shutdowns, including Wakaba and Principal Frogman - 10,000 BP

Shido gets 65,800 bastard points and he deserves every one of them. But the top 2 are even worse and they honestly make me feel a little sick.

2. Junya Kaneshiro

The giant man baby of the mafia, Kaneshiro’s very brief time in the spotlight was more than enough to push him to second place in this list so that shows you how awful he is. He:

Gets his lackeys to scam kids out of money to fuel his greed - 800 BP

Is intent on ruining the lives of the phantom thieves - 1000 BP

That whole thing with Makoto - 100,000 BP

He, you know, is a mafia boss - 1000 BP

Has a weird tiny baby face and is generally a disgusting human being - 500 BP

Kaneshiro has built up a total of 103,300 bastard points for being literally the worst. Apart from one other guy.

But before him, here’s some other bastards:

Goro Akechi gets an estimated rating of 50,000 bastard points bc his little sacrifice at the end there sure ain’t enough to keep him off my bastard radar.

Principal Kobayakawa gets 30,000 bastard points for blackmailing Makoto, knowing about Kamoshida, working for Shido and being a frog.

SIU Director also gets 30,000 bastard points for working for Shido and being boring and not having a name.

1. Suguru Kamoshida

Ew. Where do I start with this guy? As the first main villain you encounter in the game, you almost instantly become embroiled in this total scumbag’s numerous crimes, making the collapse of his palace arguably the most satisfying in the game. And I’m sure I’m about to miss some stuff off by accident, but here we go.

What he did to Ann - 50,000 BP

What he did to Ryuji - 50,000 BP

What he did to SHIHO - 1,000,000 BP

What he did to Mishima and the other kids in the sports teams - 50,000 BP

Forcing Mishima to leak Ren’s criminal record for pretty much no reason - 5000 BP

Pretty much everything his shadow says and does - 5000 BP

Being sexist and awful - 5000 BP

Feeling as if he ‘deserves a reward’ for being the source of Shujin’s acclaim and takes all his desires out on these poor students - 50,000 BP

Being a generally vomit-inducing human being - 50,000 BP

Kamoshida gets an indisputable 1,265,000 bastard points. I didn’t mean for this post to get so dark towards the end. Tell you what, next time I’ll do a much more positive post, like giving all the thieves positive points for being perfect. I’m gonna take a nap and try not to think about the fact that people like this exist. Stay hydrated.

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Never Again (Damien x MC)

Pairing: Damien x MC (Nia Park)

Words: ~5000 (whoops…)

Summary: Six years after they broke up, Damien and Nia accidentally meet again… Will they fix what used to be between them? Or will it be just a chance to say a final goodbye?

Note: Angst, angst and more angst? I don’t really have a good explanation or excuse for this, guess my brain is simply cruel and loves angst too much… Also it got kind of inspired by the Heart song "All I wanna do is make love to you” so feel free to listen to it while reading, maybe then you’ll understand why my stupid brain came up with that idea at first place… Written for a prompt “Heartbreak” for @meeraaverywalker ’s amazing November Challenge! <3

Warning!: Sexual tension implied but nothing nsfw or too descriptive ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters here, just borrowing them. All rights go to Pixelberry Studios.

Permatag: @meeraaverywalker, @the-everlasting-dream, @drakewalkerwhipped, @quartzandarrow

Fate. Destiny. Coincidence.

Damien Nazario never believed in such things. He was a simple man, a realist, knowing that every action, every situation, no matter how strange or unexpected, had its hidden purpose.

It wasn’t a coincidence that it was raining tonight. It was due to the complexity of nature forces, velocity and direction of the wind, changes of atmospheric pressure, mixing of cold and hot air, the amount of clouds and level of humidity.

It wasn’t a destiny, that he chose this particular road tonight. He simply wanted to get back home as soon as possible and this highway was the quickest route.

It wasn’t a fate, that seeing a person standing by the road, in a heavy rain, he decided to stop and give her a ride. It was just a human decency, not allowing him to leave this person alone in this horrible weather.

But how should he call the fact that this person was no one else but Nia Park?

Years passed since their last meeting, six, to be precise. Six years since their last talk, last dinner together, six years since they… broke up. For a long time he couldn’t stop blaming everything and everyone for what had happened. He blamed himself, for not seeing that something started to fall apart between them, blamed himself for all those times when he wasn’t enough, when he didn’t fight for them strong enough. He also blamed her, for leaving like this, for not giving him, them, another chance, for giving up on them… He blamed Eros, part of him believing that after everything they’ve put them through, everything changed, they’ve changed and at some point they couldn’t go back to things how they were before. Until one day, he realized that it wasn’t his or hers fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. He just had to accept that sometimes things don’t work out and no one is to blame for this. Funny thing. He was a man who refused to believe in higher forces, a man who always believed that there are no accidents. And yet at some point he started to believe that it was fate, and that fate was responsible for them drifting apart…

What were the odds of meeting her here? Of having her in his car again, within the reach of his hand and yet still so distant? She didn’t say anything since he picked her up; nothing except polite ‘how you’ve been’, ‘where are you going’ or ‘it’s been so long, where are you working now’? It was embarrassing, honestly. Not so long ago they were capable of talking for hours, about everything and right now? They couldn’t even stand this ride without awkward silence and inability to talk like two normal adults. They’ve been through a lot and even though they both moved on, they both started new lives, they had a lot of time to look at their situation from the new perspective, they still could still feel the shadow of their previous meeting, the last day they spent together, the night that changed everything, even if it was years ago… Damien looked at the girl sitting next to him, her head turned to the side, eyes looking out through the window, when she was lost in her thoughts, not noticing him gazing. There wasn’t much to see there, just a faint outlines of trees, barely visible in this dark night and through the thick rain falling from the sky. But it was still better than having to deal with this silence. Absentmindedly Nia put a finger on the window and slowly traced the trail of one of the raindrops, falling down the glass. From all the cars passing her by, from all the people in the world, why did she have to sit in his car? Was it universe’s way of mocking her? A reminder of all the bad choices she has made in her life? Was she too happy with her life now and karma decided it was time of bringing a bit of sorrow into her life again? Lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice the look Damien gave her, his gaze moving across her face and body. She didn’t change much… Her hair were just a little shorter now, her wet, messy curls falling on her shoulders right now, her face a little tired, more worn-out than it used to be and with a shock he noticed first wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, something that definitely wasn’t there before… But it’s been six years after all and he was sure in her eyes he must have changed too… His sight slipped down, stopping on her hands, laced on her lap and he felt his heart stopped for a moment at the sight of the ring on her finger. She was engaged now… It was like a bucket full of cold water thrown at his head, with all its might reminding him that it wasn’t the same Nia he once knew, that the girl he loved and lost six years ago was gone… He looked back at the road, hid hands almost involuntarily  gripping the steering wheel harder, fingers clenching around it. Of course she moved on. Six fucking years has passed, how could he expect she would still wait for him, want him, try to get him back? If she wanted to, she’d reach out to him months ago, why couldn’t he got rid of this stupid hope filling his heart? He tried to move on with his own life so many times that he stopped counting but every time he was almost successful with it, something or someone happened and he ended up with broken heart again...

He was intensively thinking about anything he could say to her, about any kind of subject he could start, just to break this tormenting him silence, just to make her talk to him, so he wouldn’t go mad, fighting with his own thoughts and self-doubts. But that’s exactly when his fate, the one he didn’t truly believe in, decided to mock him one more time.

“What’s happening?” Nia raised her brow when the car they were in made a strange noise.

“I have no idea…” Damien shook his head, capable of only helplessly watching as his car started to slow down until it finally stopped, in the middle of the road, the engine making one last noise until dying.

“Come on… come on…” Damien gritted his teeth, struggling to start the engine but unfortunately with no results.

“It… just broke?”

“It… It seems so…” He still had a hard time believing in what was happening right now, his car who never got him any troubles, just refusing to cooperate in the middle of a highway.

“Ugh, great…” Nia threw her arms in the air with frustration. “In the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, right during the storm. Perfect.”

“Look, believe me, I’m not a fan of this situation either but it’s not my fault!”

“I know, it’s just…” She shook her head, sighing. “Nevermind…” She put her head against the window an sighed heavily. “So what are we going to do?”

“I’ll call for help. I have this 24/7 number here which I can…” His voice trailed off when he picked up his phone and cursed, drawing Nia’s attention.

“What?”

“No service… Shit…” Damien rubbed his face, a heavy sighed escaping his lips, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “What are we going to do?”

Nia just look at him, shrugging and they sat there for a moment, in silence again, the only sound around them was the noise of raindrops mercilessly hitting the roof of the car. The breaking of the car, what was it now? A fate? A coincidence? Bad luck? Damien sighed, resting his head against the seat, closing his eyes for a moment. He couldn’t think of any rational explanation for what was happening tonight, it was almost like karma decided to question all of his life, all his beliefs, any rational explanation for this being thrown out of the window.

“I saw a motel.” Nia suddenly said.

“A motel?” Damien opened his eyes, looking at her. “Where?”

“We drove past it. A few minutes ago?”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay then… I guess we don’t have much of a choice… Unless we want to spend the next few hours until morning in this car…”

“Ohhh, I’d rather not… Even old motel is better choice than this old…” She hung his voice when Damien shoot her a warning glance. “Oh pleaseee… You can’t truly be attached to this rusty piece of crap?” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey! Don’t call her that!”

“Her? This car is a she now?” Nia raised her brows and suddenly started to laugh. “Okay, sorry, I didn’t mean to…” She sighed, still smiling widely at Damien’s offended gaze.

“You hurt her feelings…” He murmured, causing Nia to snort again, until she shook her head, clearing her throat. “Sorry, sorry… So… What’s the plan?”

“We push the car to the side, grab our things and run to that motel?”

“Seems… legit?”

“Okay, I know that tone…” Damien turned to the side, looking at her. “What’s wrong with my plan?”

“It’s just… Pushing this car to the side of the road? In the middle of the night? In this rain?” She put a finger to the window, pointing outside, to emphasize her words. “It’s madness!”

“Well, I can’t just leave this car in the middle of the road, can I?”

“I know, but… I have a better idea! You go out there and push it and I will stay here to… conduct the whole process.”

“Conduct?”

“Yup! You know, turn right to make it easier for you and things like that…”

“Sound like someone doesn’t want to get their hands wet and dirty…” Damien murmured in a singing voice, Nia’s face almost immediately snapping into his direction.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one who always said that your hair is a mess in a humidity like that… Not that your hairstyle isn’t already wet and destroyed… So I just assumed you’re just too lazy to help me?” His brown eyes looked at her innocently, muscles on his face almost hurting when he was trying so hard to resist the smile.

For a moment Nia was just looking at him, her eyes narrowing, and for a split of seconds he held his breath, afraid that he crossed some kind of invisible line, that his joke might have been too much, that after all the time that has passed he wasn’t allowed to make fun out of her anymore…

“Oh you are so on, Nazario!” If it’s possible her eyes narrowed even more, this competitive blink in them so familiar, for a moment he felt like he was seeing the same Nia he once knew. “Let’s do this!” She opened the door, getting out, right onto the downpour.

“Can’t believe it works every time…” Damien smirked to himself, before unfastening his belt and leaving after her.

It took them a while and gigantic amount of cursing to finally push the car to the side and then run to the motel, the one Nia saw not that far away. When they finally got there, laughing like crazy, they must have shown a terrible view, wet from head to toes and rambling about their broken car and no service, between the crazy giggles escaping their lips. It was madness and the absurd of this situation didn’t leave them any choice, except of just… laughing. With no spare words the owner gave them the key to their room, shaking his head when they disappeared from his sight and soon they were both sitting there, in a pleasant warmth, the two of them walking around, Damien trying to contact the car service, Nia with interest checking every drawer in the room.

“I talked with the roadside assistance, they won’t be here until morning…” Damien sighed, throwing his phone on the bed. “Apparently because of that rain some of the roads are flooded and they can’t make it tonight so… Why are you smiling?” He asked, noticing that Nia is standing in the corner of the room, smiling widely.

“They have a box full of old vinyl here!” Her eyes lit up at the sight of them, fingers gently separating another discs, when with an admiration she was looking at familiar covers. “Foreigner… Creedance Clearwater Revival… Led Zeppelin… Oh! They even have Blondie!”

“Oh god, from all the people in the world I had to be stuck with a vinyl geek…” He mocked, smiling with amusement.

“Hey! Today’s mp3 is nothing compared to those!” She pointed at one of the covers. “The sound of them is just…”

“Full of background noises, making you want to grimace and cover your ears?” He laughed as Nia rolled her eyes, deciding that ignoring him was a much better idea.

“I won’t be talking with an ignorant like you… I have a better things to do, besides…” She stopped abruptly, when she found one more vinyl, her lips raising in a huge grin when she saw it. Ohh, this is gonna be fun…

“Looked what treasure have I found here!” Nia turned around to show him one of the records, a huge face of smiling Elvis Presley on the cover on it. She was watching with satisfaction as Damien’s eyes widened, his mouth opening in a shock and terror amusing her waaay too much right now.

“Are you kidding me!?” He finally regained his voice.

 “Nope, they have a full variety of Presley’s discography here…”

“Oh god…”

“Now which one should I choose, hmm?” She raised two different records and showed them to Damien, who was looking at her pleadingly.

“How could I possibly know?”

“Mhmmm, I don’t know? You seem like a fan, especially being named after him…” Nia looked at him innocently but couldn’t resist anymore and burst out laughing when Damien’s face started to get red and she wasn’t sure if it was his embarrassment or anger right now.

“Hey! You promised that you won’t be making fun of my middle name! Like… never!”

“Ohhh, Nazario… We are both well aware that I never had any intentions of keeping that promise…” She grinned to him, laughing when she heard him groan.

“Why me?” He groaned theatrically once again when Nia picked up one of the vinyls and put it into the record player.

“Come ooon, don’t be such a grumpy old man. We’re stuck here anyway, at least until morning, so we may as well make the most of it. Let’s have fun!” She smiled when first sounds of Presley’s song started to play.

“And listening to the songs I’ve been tormented with throughout my whole childhood is your definition of it?” He raised his eyebrow, sighing when Nia made a pirouette right in front of him.

“Come on, Nazariooo, I know somewhere deep down inside, you do enjoy it!”

“Like hell I am!”

Nia smiled once again, coming closer, reaching out to grab his hands and pulling him to the middle of the room.

“Now what are you doing?”

“Uhm, asking you to dance with me, obviously?”

“Oh like hell I will!” He shook his head, taking a step back. “Listening to Elvis is one thing, but dancing to his songs!? I would have to be drunk or crazy to do something like that…”

“I know you do like to dance, Nazario…” Nia grabbed his hands once again, her motion drawing a heavy sigh from him.

“Nia… Have mercy…”

“For old time’s sake? Huh?”

He looked at her, that familiar sparkle in her eyes when she was looking at him and with a shook of his head he grabbed her hands, pulling her closer, knowing damn well that he was never one to ever resist her.

And just like that, with one touch, one gesture, everything was gone. The previous embarrassment, that uncomfortable silence, that feeling of not knowing what to say or how to behave – it was all gone… They were just the two of them, friends, lovers, who found each other again, almost like no time has passed since their last meeting. Their laugh when he twirled her for a hundredth time, her smirk when even against what he was saying previously, he was humming with the melody, allowing music to guide him, her attempts to purposely step on his foot, just to make him annoyed again and their laugh again when she finally did that and they almost knocked the lamp off the nearest table, stumbling across the room.

But something what was supposed to be just fun at the beginning quickly changed into something more, when Nia started to realize how close his body was, how his hand on her back was gently moving in soft circles there, how his other palm holding hers was caressing her skin, his fingers tenderly brushing the top of her hand. The smile slowly faded from her lips, her look serious now when she dared to finally look up and her gaze met Damien’s dark eyes. He was watching her carefully, not taking his eyes off her, even for a moment, and she felt strangely small, vulnerable, under his attentive gaze. Her grip on his arms increased, her mind suddenly haunted by one single thought that if she won’t hold onto him strongly enough, he will disappear, leaving her here alone. Her fingers, acting against her common sense, doing something she didn’t even order them to do, moved higher, slowly, gently touching the soft skin on his neck, fingertips tracing his stubble along the way. Nia could hear Damien’s heavy breath when his eyes still refused to leave her face. For a moment she got swept in a world of dreams, world of memories, allowing herself to think about the taste of his kisses, remembering the feeling of his lips against hers, the need to feel them just one more time so strong that she could almost feel herself already leaning into his direction, this one need stronger than anything else she could feel right now.

And that’s when with all her might she realized what she was doing, what she wanted to do. And how inappropriate it was considering that she was engaged but most of all considering how their last meeting ended… She stopped suddenly, taking a step back and releasing Damien’s hands, shaking her head, almost like she was just woken up from some kind of dream.

“Nia… What’s wrong?”

She raised her eyes and looked at him, the silent regret in her look, when in his eyes she saw the same tenderness, worry about her, even after everything that happened between them. So even after all this time he still cared about her the same way, still couldn’t stand the sight of her being unhappy…

“I just…” Nia sighed heavily. “We’ve never even had a chance to say goodbye…” She said, dropping her gaze and avoiding his look. “And I’ve never had a chance to apologize, to say how sorry I am for… For what happened between us and…” With a terror she realized her voice started to break and suddenly unwanted tears filled her eyes, her body betraying her in her attempts to keep herself collected.

“Nia… Hey…” Damien reached out to her, his hands grabbing hers, when he squeezed them gently, giving her a reassuring smile. “It was never your fault, okay? I’ve never blamed you for what happened and most definitely you don’t have to apologize. For anything.”

“But… We used to…”

“We just… drifted apart.” He spread his arms, sighing. “There was no one’s fault that it didn’t turn out how we thought it will…”

“But…”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, a ghost of smile appearing on his face when he reached out to her, gently brushing away curls from her face and tucking them behind her ear. “Maybe… Maybe we were just never meant to be…” He whispered, his thumb gently brushing skin on her cheek, his eyes never leaving her face. “Maybe…”

He never finished his thought. Instead he just shook his head, almost like he was trying to shrug off something, get rid of tormenting his thoughts and he sighed, taking his hand back from Nia’s face. What was the point? The point of living through it once again? The pain of their break up, the pain of his restless thoughts giving him this stupid hope that maybe not everything was lost? Everything was lost, for a long time now and his stupid “maybe” wasn’t going to change anything. They were just friends now… Bah! Not even friends anymore, just some people who were once close to each other, but not anymore… The girl who was once the love of his life, his future, his everything, was now nothing more than just an unfulfilled dream, barely this stupid ‘maybe’, an already lost chance.

Or…

He raised his eyes when he felt her hand on his cheek, gently brushing the skin there and almost involuntarily he leaned into her touch, so familiar, so soothing, so… caring. He opened his eyes and looked at her, her dark eyes shining, her unreadable gaze full of something, when she was looking at him, refusing to look away.

“Damien…” It was barely a whisper, almost inaudible but he heard it loud and clear and ohhh, the way she spoke his name.

He swallowed hard, for a moment being afraid that she might even hear the crazy beating of his heart, when it stupidly started to feed him with the same hope he had lost years ago. Maybe there still was something between them? Maybe he wasn’t the only one suffering throughout all this time? His lips parted and her name left them, spoken so fondly, so softly… His eyes moved against all orders of his mind, slipping down across her face until they stopped at her lips. Still the same as he remembered them… He could still feel the taste of her kisses, her lips meeting his, always so perfectly, almost like they were created for each other, never wanting to part again. He wasn’t entirely aware that his own lips parted, just at the thought of it, a heavy sigh escaping them, when he needed all remnants of his strength to resist and not just lean down and capture her lips in that kind of perfect kiss, just this one more time.

But even though he resisted, it was like Nia was reading his mind and she moved, her face being closer and closer to his, her warm breath caressing his skin and then the touch of her lips, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. It seemed like the time has stopped when they looked at each other, in their eyes two different questions. Hers, asking for forgiveness for being too bold but at the same time asking for permission, still wanting to do more. And his, silently asking if he understood her intentions correctly, if his senses didn’t betray him and did that happen for real? Her hands grabbed his face and she leaned towards him once again, her nose brushing his, her breath heavy on his lips, her mouth parted slightly, waiting, giving him the chance to make up his mind. Because she already made up hers.

And then they lips met.

None of them was sure who started first, but they met halfway, lips searching for lips, hands reaching out to each other almost desperately.       Slowly, gently, his mouth barely touched hers at first, finally being capable of feeling the taste of them again, after all these years of longing, wanting to prolong this moment as much as he could. And then he kissed her again. And again. And again. Each kiss more passionate, more hungry, more desperate, once he get to know the taste of her lips again, he never wanted to stop. Her arms were around his neck, her fingers tangling into his still wet hair, his hands on her hips, closing her body in his embrace, pulling her closer, trying to get rid of every possible space between them and never parting from her lips. His left hand moved on her back, drawing chaotic circles there, when his other hand found a way into her hair, gently pulling them, giving better access to her lips, their mouth meeting in heated kisses again and again. And when she suddenly moaned into his mouth, it was like a cold shower, snapping him out of this magical moment, reminding him that she wasn’t his. Not anymore. Damien pulled back, breathing heavily, her questioning gaze locked on him when he shook his head, sighing heavily.

“We shouldn’t… I shouldn’t… We… You… You’re engaged and I…” His voice trailed off when she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

“No…” She whispered, her fingertip slowly trailing the outline of his lower lip. “Not tonight…”

He was weighing her words for a moment, the stupid list of pros and cons appearing in his mind, when the cravings of his heart tried to win over voice of reason of his head. She was engaged but at the same time she was here, warm, close, familiar, ready to throw this one detail to the wind. Will it be that big mistake? Something he will regret for the last of his days? Or on the contrary, not trying would be something haunting him forever?

“Damien…” Nia spoke softly, pressing another kiss to his lips.

And then he knew he was lost… There was no power on this Earth that would stop him now, stop him from having the woman of his dreams right here with him, right in his arms. Even if it was meant for one last time… Even if it was meant to be just their last goodbye…       

There was no hesitation, no regrets in their movements, when they started to get rid of each other’s clothes, buttons opening, fabrics pooling on the floor, naked bodies meeting together with a gasps. If any of them had any seconds thoughts, they were all gone now, the need to feel each other too strong to remember about any doubts or regrets. It was almost like riding a bike, something that even after all this time none of them could forget. His lips and hands finding all the spots that made her moan with pleasure, knowing where to kiss, where to touch, where to caress. Her legs wrapping around his hips, nails digging into the skin on his back, just like they were taught to, just like she had done it a thousand time before and a smirk on her face, when a single move of her hips made him groan. Their bodies, their touches, so familiar and yet, still so different. Their hands wandering over each other’s bodies, finding new marks, new scars, being only the painful reminder of all the time that has passed between them. But against all the memories haunting them, for a moment they forgot about everything and everyone, they didn’t remember the old motel room they were in, didn’t recall the broken car and the storm raging outside. They were just the two of them, together, magically alone in the whole world, frozen in time, frozen in this crazy world still spinning around them, the whole universe irrelevant, not existing anymore. His arms were pulling her close, every kiss leaving marks all over her body, not forgetting about even one place, the sweet weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, their bodies tangled, slowly moving together, taking their time, knowing they only have this one night and nothing more. A symphony of their gasps and moans filled the room with their release, his arms closing around her, her body so perfectly fitted in his embrace, almost like she was the lost half he was missing his whole life. Damien couldn’t stop looking at her, wanting to remember how she looked tonight, closed in his arms, the halo of her deep brown curls around her peaceful face. He wanted to memorize every detail of her face, her body, remember everything about that moment, that night, when he wanted to record that picture of her, keep those memories of them forever in his mind. Nia could feel her eyelids heavy already and she propped herself on her elbow, grabbing Damien’s face into her hands and pressing a long kiss to his lips. And with that one last kiss, with his arms wrapped around her warm body, everything was slowly fading away, leaving only the two of them, slowly falling asleep, leaving their problems, leaving the world for another day…

But when that other day finally came, it brought nothing more but the disappointment and the feeling of heart being broken once again in his life… When Damien opened his eyes in the morning, almost immediately they began to scan the room, looking for a person he wanted to see more than anything else. But she wasn’t there. She wasn’t there when his hand reached out across the bed, blindly looking for a warmth he was expecting to meet but the one that wasn’t there. She wasn’t there when he spoke her name, his voice hoarse from the sleep, almost hoping that she just left for a moment, maybe went to the bathroom and we’ll be back in a few moments. But minutes were passing and she still wasn’t there when he finally noticed the small note laying on the table, written hastily in the morning, when Nia was sneaking out, tears falling from her eyes when her shaking hand was writing the last words of her goodbye, knowing that this time it has to be final. She wasn’t there when his eyes were moving across that note, reading it, realizing that last night couldn’t be anything more than just a beautiful dream, not a hope to start over like he naively thought. She wasn’t there when his heart shattered into thousands pieces, breaking again, when it barely got healed. She wasn’t there when he was silently saying his own goodbye.

She wasn’t there…

And he knew, she’ll never be…

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Fractures ch.5 - Burning Sun

- Pink Diamond fights for her freedom.

Pink Diamond remained on her back for what seemed like eons. Her ears were ringing, and her mind was dazed. The left side of her face burned and ached.

Finally, she stood. She stared blankly around the room, struggling to process what had just happened. Around her were hundreds of shards, sparkling in what little light remained. It was strangely beautiful.

She touched her face. Where it hurt, her skin was no longer smooth and soft.

White-

White had wanted to-

She’d been going to erase her. Erase all her memories and take away everything that made her who she was. Pink knew, because she’d seen it done before, to her own pearl, who had only done what had been asked of her and suffered because of it.

And she had-

She had…

She had fought, fought to save what little she had left. And somehow, she had gotten free and-

She… She hadn’t meant to, she hadn’t meant to, she had just lashed out blindly and…

It wasn’t her fault that White had been so close.

Unfeeling, she knelt and picked up a shard. It was small and jagged, rough against her fingers. Falling so far had turned the pieces into gravel.

She dropped it and continued to stand there, waiting. The room seemed impossibly vast and empty without White Diamond to fill it.

She soon heard the thunder of distant footsteps. They grew closer, split into two sets, shook the world. A moment longer, and the door was violently forced open.

Blue and Yellow Diamond entered, prepared to fight whatever horrible foe had slipped into White’s sanctuary. Instead, they found only their little sister, standing lost amidst a sea of shards.

Silence reigned as they processed what they saw.

“You little fool…” Yellow Diamond whispered. “What have you done.”

Pink turned towards them, watched them gasp, watched Blue Diamond’s hands fly to her mouth, watched Yellow Diamond’s body tense in horror. She knew what they saw. She had seen herself reflected in White’s gem, moments before it had shattered completely.

A series of cracks spread out from her left eye, trailing down her cheek. Where they touched, her skin was a dull, sickly gray, the pink leeched right out of it. Faint lines marked the eye itself, and her once bright magenta iris had faded to a pale, ghostly coral. She knew at once that the damage was permanent, and hardly cared.

Yellow and Blue didn’t move. They knew what the cracks meant, too.

Pink waited, feeling nothing and everything at once. She met their gazes evenly. She must look like an utter disaster, like she had lost her mind. Maybe she had.

Yellow snapped out of it first, taking a step into the room. She winced when a loud crunch resulted, growing paler. None of them had quite processed that White Diamond was gone yet.

“G-Go to your room,” Yellow said, her voice quiet and shaken. “We’ll decide what to do with you later.” She looked over her shoulder at Blue, spurring her into movement. Blue’s hands came away from her face, and she carefully began to gather the shards.

Something in Pink Diamond shifted. Something stirred. Something that had been left rotting inside of her for much too long.

She didn’t know what was going to happen. What she did know was that she never wanted to return to that room again.

“No.”

“Go. Now,” Yellow commanded, voice rising. Blue stopped what she was doing, clutching White’s shards to her bosom in fear.

Pink frowned, staring Yellow in the eye. “No,” she said again, firm and cold. “I’m not going back.”

She began to walk towards the door, intending to brush by Yellow and leave. She barely felt the shards cutting into her bare feet.

Yellow stopped her, grabbing her by the arm. “Pink, you will go to your room and you will go now. I’ll drag you there myself if I have to.”

Pink pulled away, leaping back and putting several yards between herself and Yellow. She settled automatically into a fighting stance. Pink sparks danced in the air around her form. “I’m not letting you lock me up again, Yellow. Move aside and let me leave.”

Yellow felt a chill. What she had seen a glimpse of so long ago was coming out in full force. At last, she recognized it as a great and terrible hatred.

Pink had to be shut down, now.

Yellow’s aura flared up, and she fired a bolt of lightning directly at Pink. A shield that had not been summoned in millennia redirected it back towards her. Yellow dodged it, stepping to the side, her face lined with fury.

Everything was clicking into place for Pink Diamond. White was gone. White, who was an immovable wall, an impossible hurdle, who insisted that she be pushed and pulled and twisted until she was something she didn’t want to be, was shattered. She was finally, blessedly free of her, and she would not be stopped again.

Yellow moved, firing again, and Pink raised her shield to deflect it once more. Her old, battle-hardened instincts fired into overdrive, assessing the situation. In her periphery, she saw Blue back away, confused and afraid. Pink braced herself as Yellow came towards her. Yellow’s fist hit her shield with the force of a crashing meteor; her knees threatened to buckle.

Before another blow could fall, Pink dashed in between Yellow’s legs and hit her in the back of her knee. Yellow stumbled, but turned and kicked the smaller diamond. Pink flew back a few hundred feet, her shield dissipating as she tumbled on the ground.

“That is enough, Pink!” Yellow boomed, her aura crackling around her.

Pink got up, unminding of the various scrapes and bruises she’d just received. Her anger, her hatred and guilt and grief and fear and all of the crushing things she’d been left alone to feel for thousands of years exploded out of her, forming a blazing pink aura.  “I’m not going back,” she growled.

Yellow launched another bolt; Pink stood still, defiant. Yellow’s lightning evaporated uselessly the moment it hit Pink’s aura.

Without warning, Pink ran towards Yellow, summoning another shield. She threw it at Yellow’s face, using the distraction to get in close again.

Blue Diamond watched in horror and worry, not knowing what to do. She watched as Pink seemed to dart effortlessly around Yellow, using her smaller size to her advantage. She delivered bruising blow after blow to Yellow. Even when Yellow caught her, she would break free. Even when Yellow knocked her away, she got back up as if she hadn’t felt the hit. Her burning aura easily overpowered Yellow’s own.

Blue Diamond gasped when Yellow suddenly froze.

Pink’s hand was digging painfully into the yellow gem’s collar, her feet braced against Yellow’s hips. Pink’s gaze drilled into Yellow’s, her expression utterly merciless, her eyes cold and cruel.

Her fist had stopped inches from Yellow’s gem.

For once in her life, Pink Diamond looked every bit like the diamond that she was meant to be.

Nobody moved for several seconds, until Pink let go and dropped to the floor. She walked towards the door and left without another word, leaving her two shell-shocked sisters to pick up the pieces.

Her aura faded gradually as she calmly went through the halls. The gems she passed hid from her, or wisely got out of her way.  She didn’t know where she was going; she just wanted it to be away from here.

She came to a halt when she reached the opening in the face of White Diamond’s ship. Before her was all of Homeworld. It was organized, lifeless, unfeeling.

Across from her, on the other side of the docking bay, stood her own ship. A ridiculous pair of hot pink legs, perfect for who she used to be. She could leave, and never come back. She wanted to.

But she had always been able to escape, if she had truly wanted to. No. White was gone, and she could finally follow her heart again.

So she leapt out into the dead, unmoving air. She slowed her descent, landing on the roof of a building. She leapt again, moving from structure to structure with careless, directionless abandon. Those who saw her that day would later say that she almost seemed to be dancing.

With one last bound, Pink Diamond sailed out into open nothingness, and descended down and down into the unknown abyss of Homeworld’s depths. 

A/N: Who Would Win: 1 Anger Mom, or 5000 Years of Repressed Suffering?

Here's a picture I drew of what Pink looks like now. I don't have the artistic skill to make the damage look as bad as I can describe with words, but it gets across well enough I think.

In fact, that singular concept is responsible for this entire story; one morning, I woke up with the half-formed idea of "the cracks on White Pearl's face sure are creepy, what if I put them on Pink Diamond's face?" I stayed in bed for another hour thinking about how and why that would be done to her, how she would manage to escape from being completely brainwashed, and what she would do afterwards. So you can thank my half-asleep brain for coming up with weird shit, as it does.

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quote but they Hadn't run my driving record yet. And they said they can use ur credit report but, Otha than seeing if u hav paid ur car insurance/bills on tym I Don't see Why they need That info, otha car insurance companies I called Didn't want to check my credit history & Every check on ur credit report can make ur credit score lower & my credit's not that gud rite now tho I pay my utilities, rent, my current credit card & my cell bill on tym & my auto insurance in the past was always paid on tym. (I haven't had car insurance for 3 1/2 yrs cuz I haven't had a car.) Also, they were telling me if I call back the quote mite not stay the same cuz I was tryin 2 get the quote number & No Other insurance companies said that, the otha 1's gave me a quote # so I can deal wit the quote later if I decided 2 go wit them. E-suarance (was tryin 2 get me 2 put a down payment down today & then the insurance would kick in automatically but I told them I want to pay for 6 months at once & I don't hav the money now cuz I hav 2 deposit it in the bank tomorrow, it's a postal money order & will clear Tues. & I Don't Need the insurance 'til Tues. &, then I'll need proof of insurance Tues. to take 2 the DMV wit the papers from the dealer 2 register the car & get the license plates. E-saurance said they could send an e-mail upon payment that I could use 2 show proof of insurance at the DMV or if I Can't print that out I could download their app & show them my proof of insurance thru their app. But that sounded fishy 2 me. Also the guy on the phone from e-suarance wanted a credit card # 2 run my driving record but I was like None of the Otha car insurance companies needed that 2 run my driving record. I Don't want 2 get charged for them 2 run my driving record or 4 any Otha charges. Which is making me suspicious now of the low rate or of paying by credit card ova the fone wit them. Since they're backed by Allstate can I go 2 an Allstate office 2 pay cash & get proof of insurance?""

Teenager car insurance?

Hi there. I have heard that there are special companies out there that deal specifically with teenage car insurance. I am 17, own my own car, and will have a stand-alone policy. Does anyone know names of these companies? I live in Ontario, Canada. So far, the cheapest company I found was Bel-Air Direct, with an annual premium of $3100 CAD. Thanks people!!""

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I DRIVE WITHOUT CAR INSURANCE AS WELL AS NO FULL UK LICENCE?

HELLO, ONE OF MY FRIEND WANT TO KNOW, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN, IF HE DRIVE WITHOUT CAR INSURANCE, AS WELL AS WITHOUT FULL UK LICENCE. HE HAS GOT PROVISIOAL LICENCE, JUST ASKING. HE NEVER DRIVE ANY CAR WITHOUT FULL LICENCE AS WELL AS FULL INSURANCE. JUST HE WANTS KNOW. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF POLICE CATCH HIM ON THE ROAD, I HEARD THAT POLICE WILL TAKE HIS CAR,SCRAP THE CAR, WHAT ELSE, WILL HE FINE OR PRISON? HE JUST WANT TO KNOW.""

How is Erie auto and homeowners insurance?

I am searching for different auto and home insurance. Erie insurance has given me a good quote. Are they a good insurance company?

Car Accident in Michigan and no insurace?

I was in a car accident in Michigan and did not have car insurance, police did come, i did not recieve any tickets and it was determined that it was not my fault but my car is messed up pretty bad and so is the other car, now i am wondering even though the other driver said it was his fault and said his insurance would pay for it I know does not neccisarily mean that it will, but I did read somewhere that I might be counter sued, or that i may just have to pay his deductable, does anyone have any insight about this and what I should expect or expect nothing at all, yes i know i should not of been driving a vehile without atleast plpd but the car is not mine and not in my name so please no rude comments just asking for advice about the situation. Please and Thank you ;)""

Normal Insurance on the Dodge Charger?

I'm looking to buy the dodge charger 2011, I want a car that's good on gas and insurance. I have a Grand Prix right now and i'm fine with my insurance on that but I can't find out how much insurance is on a charger because I don't have one could someone tell me the about the amount of insurance I don't need and exact number.""

Unfair car insurance?

My car was very old but in excellent working order. It has been written off in an accident that was not my fault. The insurance company will only pay me what it's worth, about 150. To get a reasonable second hand replacement will cost much more than this, and I cannot afford it. So I now have no car and cannot afford a replacement. Over the last few years I've paid thousands for insurance. Can the company do this, i.e not pay for an equivalent replacement, but pay what they think it's worth.""

Should I change my Car Insurance company?

I am planning to renew my current automobile insurance policy. I am told by my current provider that in spite of my clean driving record, automobile insurance rates are rising. In light of developments and changes in insurance carriers, policies and regions, is this TRUE or am I being told a partial-truth ?""

How much does medical marijuana cost? Does insurance cover it?

How much does medical marijuana cost? Does insurance cover it?

Should I cancel my car insurance?

I got into an accident 1 month ago and the insurance company of the person who hit me is handling my claim. I don't have coverage for my car so my insurance company is not really doing anything. So should I just cancel my insurance because I am not using my car anyways, and most likely my car will be a write-off because the damage seems irreparable or if it is, the repairs would cost more than the car itself. What do you guys thinks? Thanks for your time.""

Should i gain my CBT license to lower insurance on a 125cc scooter?

I currently have a full driving license and interested in buying a scooter. To lower insurance even further should I gain my CBT license or any other awareness courses?

""One more question on insurance,,,, do I HAVE to cancel existing insurance on my mums car.....?""

i have a quote from an insurance company who is willing to give me temporary car insurance for 3 months on my mums car, it works out cheaper then going on as second driver, they said i have to cancel my mums insurance but maybe that is because they wanna make money at the end of the day, my mum is saying i don't have to cancel the existing insurance but i aint sure, i just think she is worried she may not get the refund for paying for a full years insurance if she cancels... help me out guys !!?""

What is the positive & negetive aspect of Term insurance?

Why insurance agent do not show interest towards term insurance. Why they insist on ULIP only.

Health insurance for child?

i'm looking for a low cost insurance plan for 1 child. not medicaid or anything like that, but the one's i've found are about 200-250/month. location is north carolina.""

Why is it that car insurance is Mandatory ?

why is it that if you crash you just can't pay for the damage and not have car insurance ?

How much does it cost to put car insurance on a bugatti?

How much does it cost to put car insurance on a bugatti?

""I only have a learners permit, can I get auto insurance with just a learner's permit?""

I only have a learners permit, can I get auto insurance with just a learner's permit?""

Self Employed Health Insurance?

My father just quit his old job, he couldn't work there anymore (Too long commute and we lost a parent, so he had to stay closer home for the family) So now he is self employed. We are trying to find insurance that will cover him, 4 children, vision (we all wear glasses) + dental. Does anyone have any suggestions? (We live in PA)""

What is the cheapest motorhome insurance to purchase online?

I just bought an older 26 ft. class c motorhome and need to get insurance just to put a plate on it so the city ordinance officer cant screw with me because it is parked in my driveway.I live in Michigan.I wont be using this until fall and dont want to insure this yet through my regular insurance carrier.Does anyone know of a online insurance company thats fairly cheap?

2006 cadillac cts insurance rate for teens?

i want my dad to give me his car but i wanted to know how much the insurance would be its the base 2006 2.8L cts and its salvaged , so yeah state farm rates would be a +, State of California""

How much does insurance go up in a wreck?

Im a 16 year old male, get good grades, and i drive a 91 firebird. i recently got in a crash, my car was fine but the other guy had a scrape along the side of his car etc. how much can i expect my insurance to go up?""

Insurance estimate on Integra, Mustang?

Hey. So I am getting my first car in a couple months, and my dad said I could choose which car, but keep it in a low price range. I've always liked Integras, since I was little, and I always wanted it to be my first car, so thats in consideration. And my dad said get a mustang. I would like to know how much insurance is on each?   The cars would be-   Acura Integra 1996-2001 (LS, RS, SE, GS)  Under my dads name (age 50) I would be secondary driver  Silver or black or white  Roughly 150k miles  Maybe 25 miles a day   Would buy used around 2000$ - 4000$  Im aware its a luxury car, thus insurance being a tad more expensive  How much would you think insurance would be? We have Progressive but I just want a estimate - Maybe like the average of how much people with integras pay for insurance.   Mustang 2004  Under my dads name (age 50) I would be secondary driver  Black or silver  Maybe 100k miles  25 miles/ day  Used around 4000$ - 5000$  Not luxury, but its a sports car, Im guessing insurance is more expensive for it   Anything will help :)

""Why can't we have Geiko,State Farm, or Progressive auto insurance in the state of Ma?.?""

I always see t.v. commercials for them but at the bottom of the screen it says not available in Ma. and a few other states that I can't remember. If I could save money buy switching to one of those companies I would but I can't , so I have to pick from Commerce or Metropolitan. My car insurance is really expensive (I pay over $300 a month) I have only had my license for a couple years so I under stand the whole new driver thing and my car was new when I bought it so I have full coverage but the car is only a Kia Rio, far from a sports car or luxury car. I pay more for my insurance than for the car payments.""

Whats the best cheapest insurance in fresno?

i just had my first speeding ticket, im 20 going to school n working n i am going to finance a 2011 cruze LT, i want a good but affordable insurance, any suggestions?""

Auto insurance debt reported on credit reports?

I changed my auto insurance from progressive to some other company.yesterday i got a call from collections that i owe progressive money.Is this reported on credit. Also do i have to pay them? I had insurance quote from them for 6 months but i found cheaper one so i moved. I live in california. Thank you

How much would insurance be a month for a 1988 ford mustang gt for a 16 year old driver in ny?

hi i want a 1988 ford mustang gt 5.0 and i am 16 years old. i was wondering how much the insurance would cost a month. im in new york and plz no answers like alot or anything like that just an estimate. pl answer and thankyou

Does the owner of a car have the be the primary driver on the insurance?

I'm not far off from passing my driving test (in the u.k.) and my mum is giving me her old car (she's got an new one now). I've looked at insuring me as the primary driver and it would cost around about 1000 but if i'm set as the secondary driver and my fiance is the primary driver it's around 300 or something my dad says. My questions are: If i'm registered as the vehicle's owner do I have to have insurance with me as the primary driver? Also, Is it a problem if my fiance is the primary driver on my car as well as his? I've read online somewhere that he can't be the primary driver for both cars (wasn't sure if the site was referring to in the u.k or elsewhere in the world though)""

Do you need insurance if your car has insurance?

I'm about to get my license but my family doesn't want to pay for my insurance. My brother says that the car he's giving me has insurance on it under his name and that if i get into an accident all the blame goes to him. He said its okay, is this true?""

Where can I get started with Motorcycle Insurance Thanks.?

I just got my brand new 150cc Moped where can get started with Motorcycle Insurance and what information do I need. Another questionI want be riding my moped almost everyday and I know you have to pay to keep up your insurance will this effect your licenses if your not paying for insurance Thanks.

Car insurance quotes?

I have just spent an endless amount of time on various car insurance sites, which start of with reasonable quotes then you add the bits and pieces on and you end up with ridiculous final costs. I am not insuring a 0-60 in 5 seconds type car but a small 1.4 Honda I am fully aware that any car can cause damage,my wife drives the car,has had no claims or convictions. I have a larger car and the insurance is 50 cheaper than all quotes received so far,which includes breakdown recovery,protected no claims and legal cover. anyone with car insurance advice would be appreciated, these car insurance sites are a pain""

What's the absolute cheapest car insurance company in Illinois?

What's the absolute cheapest car insurance company in Illinois?

Can a ticket in another state affect my insurance rates?

Can a ticket in another state affect my insurance rates?

Where can i find low cost health insurance that can include dental? I am in GA.?

I havebeen looking everywhere for health insurance that includes dental(because I want braces)but they are so much (like 290 for a adult and 2 children) I am 16 years old looking for health insurance for my dad,me,and my sister.""

Why should my family's insurance go up if i get a car?

I'm 17 and am currently on my parents insurance plan, so there are 3 of us with only 2 cars. I'm listed on the truck, b/c it has more horsepower. I'm about to buy a '92 Prelude, and they said the insurance would go up about $122 for 6 months. This doesn't seem too bad, but if i'm now driving my own cheap car, why is that a greater risk than driving the truck with full coverage, not just liability? It seems like it should almost go down, because there's a lower chance that i will crash up one of the more expensive/higher hp cars. Is that just the way it works or is there a better option for me? My agent also said my own policy would make it even more expensive, which i could see, because we wouldn't get the multiple driver or car discount.""

Does the Motorcycle Safety Course lower your insurance?

If so by how much? If you've been riding for years would your insurance still be lowered?

What is the toll free phone number for Travelers Insurance?

I am looking for a toll free phone number with Travelers Insurance that is dedicated to new customer quotes not existing customer service.

Why do we NEED car insurance?!?

Why is it the LAW that we have car insurance?? I honestly think it's stupid. Shouldn't we, as free Americans, be able to make the choice of whether or not we want insurance, and still legally drive a vehicle, as long as we have a license, at our own risk? Kind of like if you go skiing or snowboarding, you go at your own risk, you're not forced to get skiing insurance , or boarding insurance , or anything like that. I mean, think of this situation: I have no insurance, and I wreck into somebody. They have insurance, so they are covered. I don't, so I will either have to get rid of my car, or pay for repairs myself; that's the risk I took and this is how I'm paying for it, by being car less or spending tons of money on repairs. But why must we be forced by law to have it, or NO DRIVING FOR YOU says big ole' government?? This is angering me because I'm currently in college, without a car, and while I can walk to my work and school, it's still about 30-45 minutes each way to walk, and if I could get an old car for cheap, it would make my life MUCH easier and less of a hassle.""

Homeowner's and Auto Insurance?

We've been with Allstate for home and auto insurance for over 30 years, and they have recently starting screwing with us about renewing out Homeowner's insurance. We're pretty sure they are nitpicking about things because they are not writing new policies for Californians, but are keeping existing customers for now. Anyway, I went to the Auto Club this morning and got quotes from them for Home and Auto Insurance and their prices are much better than Allstate's. What I want to know is anyone's experience with AAA insurance. Are they a good company to insure with, any problems, etc? Thank you for any information you can provide.""

How much does Auto insurance cost in Mass?

I am moving to Mass, and am curious if someone can give me an idea about how much it would cost to insure a 97 Acura CL 4 cylinder car. I am having a hard time finding quotes online. Round about numbers would help.""

What is the best car insurance company out there today?

I'm gonna get a car soon and I'm having difficulty picking an exact car insurance company to insure my car so I just wanted to read others opinion on what car insurance they think is the best.....if availabe tell me the pros & cons....

Why is auto insurance through Geico so cheap?

Why is auto insurance through Geico so cheap?

How much is car insurance for a 16 year old?

I am turning 16 next month. I'm getting my liscense then too. I'm a girl... Ahah. I've heard insurance is cheaper for females. I live in henderson, nevada (pretty much las vegas). And my first car is going to be a 1999 porsche 911 carrera. It's in mint condition also. My dad barely used it. I know it will be high-ish since it's a sports car :/ About how much would my insurance be on it a month? THAN YOU! <3""

About how much is the average teen insurance of the lowest requirements for TX of a 17 year old with a license

About how much is the average teen insurance of the lowest requirements for TX of a 17 year old with a license

I need help!!!! where can i find health coverage?

Every day I suffer from pain. I have a wife and kids to support and an autistic son, so my wife cannot work, that way she can give him the care he needs. Medi-cal sent me a rejection. I can't get insurance because they all say they won't cover me for a pre-existing condition. I tried applying for the states pre existing healthcare program, they said I couldn't get coverage because my birth certificate has a different name than I have now. Hey......I have no control over the decisions mom made. I need help.!!! I struggle every single day and minute with this pain. I have a doctor that I pay cash to see, every time I go he gives me heck about writing a pain med. Script. Talks down to me really. He only gives a little bit, and its hard to find a cash doctor at all who would even offer these at all because of the people who abuse it. I'm at wits end, I'm ou of options if anybody knows of a program in California or anything federal that can help a white male, in the 30's, self employed, with a debilitating condition, make too much to be a bum, not enough to afford paying my own way through medical procedures, PLEASE HELP ME!!!!""

Liability Insurance for an Electrician?

I am an electrician and would like to get liability insurance because I do a lot of jobs on my own. Where can I find this? And is there an inexpensive plan? I live in New Hampshire.

Will I have to switch my car insurance if I buy a new or used car from a dealer?

My current car is just costing far too much money in repairs for it to be worth it to keep piling money into. I'm a college student, so money isn't exactly plentiful, but its looking right now like I just need a new car, period. I have a decent job, and I could probably afford a car payment of around $200 a month just fine, however I am very concerned about any hidden cost with insurance. My dad told me that if I buy a car from a dealer, then I will have to switch my insurance to full coverage (I'm currently just on my dads insurance, and I only have to pay about $50 a month) but he says that if I get a new or used car from a dealer, I will have to change my insurance coverage and it will cost me more around 150-200 a month in insurance. And if you pair that with a car payment, I simply couldn't afford it and still be able to make rent and whatnot. So I came here to see if he is correct in this. I know there will be taxes, dealer fees, registration costs etc. but Its the insurance part of it that might make it impossible. Also, do I have to have my credit established for a certain amount of time before I can buy a car? I tried to avoid credit cards for as long as I could, so now Im still kind of new in the whole credit game.... Anyways, thank you for taking the time to read my question and hopefully answer it!! It is much appreciated!!""

Car insurance...........?

Right.. my mom already has a car and is the named driver of it. I have got a ford ka and have been looking on insurance company's and it is cheaper for my mom to be the named driver of my car but for me to go on the insurance.. Can my mom own to cars or is this not possible UK only please.

Insurance estimate on Integra, Mustang?

Hey. So I am getting my first car in a couple months, and my dad said I could choose which car, but keep it in a low price range. I've always liked Integras, since I was little, and I always wanted it to be my first car, so thats in consideration. And my dad said get a mustang. I would like to know how much insurance is on each?   The cars would be-   Acura Integra 1996-2001 (LS, RS, SE, GS)  Under my dads name (age 50) I would be secondary driver  Silver or black or white  Roughly 150k miles  Maybe 25 miles a day   Would buy used around 2000$ - 4000$  Im aware its a luxury car, thus insurance being a tad more expensive  How much would you think insurance would be? We have Progressive but I just want a estimate - Maybe like the average of how much people with integras pay for insurance.   Mustang 2004  Under my dads name (age 50) I would be secondary driver  Black or silver  Maybe 100k miles  25 miles/ day  Used around 4000$ - 5000$  Not luxury, but its a sports car, Im guessing insurance is more expensive for it   Anything will help :)

Is it up to age 26 or through age 26 for insurance coverage on parent's plan?

With health care reform, young adults can now stay on their parent's insurance longer. Is it UP TO the day they turn age 26 or through the age 26 that they are able to have the coverage?""

What is the cheapest company for a 17 year Old's car insurance in the UK?

I am 17 and looking around on sites the car insurance is around 2500 but this is too expensive for me, if I was to get car insurance I would probably drive a ford fiesta or something like that.""

Audi Q5 2014 car insurance cost houston?

i just moved to Us , Houston and i am 32 year old male so i would like to buy a new Audi Q5 2.0T any idea how much the full insurance ? and is it good car Q5 2.0 T ? Thanks a lot""

""What is the cheapest car to insure, and what makes insurance go up and down?""

Well, i'm 17 and i want a car. I've been going on all the price comparison websites and lately prices have been going up, alot. Not too long ago you could get a 1.6 Focus, 02 reg - for around 2.5k. Now it seems that a 1L corsa is in excess of 4,000? I've just been looking now, and i can get a 1.4L Nova Saloon '92 reg, for less that the price of a 1L Corsa, '99 reg. What's going on here, both cars are completely standard. Also, what makes insurance go up and down? And please, don't just post about group 1 insurance vehicles, because i cant afford a new/nearly new car.""

Is their any where that can calculate the average price of car insurance without details?

I just want to calculate the average cost for car insurance without the hassle of putting in my personal details being that it will be at least 2months till i get my licence.

""Car insurance, they didn't take payment, was I insured?""

I have a classic car insurance policy with two cars on it, the policy started on one car but I later added a second. I have just taken the second car off the policy but it turns out ...show more""

What do you think about auto insurance?

What do you think about auto insurance?

How does car insurance work?

I'm a 17 year old girl and I recently got my license. Yesterday my dad bought car insurance for me, but I don't have a car. So i'm assuming that this insurance is for his car, but can that same insurance be transferred if I get my own car? Or did my dad just put my name on his insurance? I don't really understand.""

How do you go about getting insurance for a car you don't own yet?

Say you don't have any insurance but you have to go pick up a car and drive it home...?

Has anyone heard of Unitrin Direct Car Insurance. Yay or Nay?

I need to purchase car insurance right away. Their rates are pretty low. Any feedback would be appreciated.

Health insurance.?

I need affordable health insurance.Where to find one? Thanks!!!

Does late payment on car insurance affect credit?

just wondering if a late payment of a bill....say my telephone bill, or car insurance affect my credit?""

Do you have to have proof of car insurance to get your car inspected in texas?

Just wanted to know if you have to have proof of car insurance in order to get your car inspected in the state of Texas?

Do you know any Insurance companies that would do 6m Car Insurance?

For various reasons, I would like insurance quotes for my car for 6 months. Has anyone had any dealings with companies that have or would? It's not a money saving exercise, thanks :)""

How do you get insurance?

Before I get my license, I have to get insurance. But I wanna know what do I need to get insurance? What do I have to bring?""

What is the cheapest car for insurance?

I am 17 years old and i want to know which car is the least expenssive for insurance. What insurance group is the car in.

Tips for a 17 year old MALE driver to get his CAR INSURANCE premiums below 2000?

In all seriousness, it takes the absolute Michael how much it costs a 17 year old male to get insured.... on my mums insurance on an Insurance band 1 car i'm looking at 2400. I'm a student, my mum has over 20 years no claims, and still i'm getting ripped off. Any tips other than doing driving courses? Am I just doing something wrong with the insurance websites?""

Cheap insurance for '99 mustang?

I'm buying a used mustang next month and need to get cheap insurance since I will be making payments. What is the best (and cheapest) insurance for an 18 year old young woman?

Cheap No fault insurance for 18 yr old?

Cheap No fault insurance for 18 yr old?

How could the health insurance mandate not be constitutional?

Excerpt from: http://www.tnr.com/article/politics/102620/individual-mandate-history-affordable-care-act?wpisrc=nl_wonk The founding fathers, it turns out, passed several mandates ...show more""

What is the CHEAPEST car insurance for a 21 year old male who never had his own policy?

What is the CHEAPEST car insurance for a 21 year old male who never had his own policy?

What is voluntary access on car insurance?

i saw it on the go compare web site but i dont know what it is as im a 1st time driver

What are some good low cost learner legal bike with cheap insurance?

i'm 17 and i'm looking to purchase my first motorbike so i was wondering if you could give me some bike for less than about 2000 with cheap insurance?, but no rubbish Chinese bike because they fall apart""

""I am looking for affordable auto insurance, quote that i get online with AA is confusing, any suggestions?""

I am looking for affordable auto insurance, quote that i get online with AA is confusing, any suggestions?""

How can I pay for my car's insurance?

I'm buying my first car tomorrow. I will be the Legal Owner and Registered Keeper but NOT the main driver (i'll be the 2nd driver of the car) Can I pay for the insurance using my card details (because i own the car and im getting insured on it, im just not the main driver because i will name someone else as main driver) ?? or does the MAIN DRIVER has to pay the insurance using their debit card?""

Insurance estimate on Integra, Mustang?

Hey. So I am getting my first car in a couple months, and my dad said I could choose which car, but keep it in a low price range. I've always liked Integras, since I was little, and I always wanted it to be my first car, so thats in consideration. And my dad said get a mustang. I would like to know how much insurance is on each?   The cars would be-   Acura Integra 1996-2001 (LS, RS, SE, GS)  Under my dads name (age 50) I would be secondary driver  Silver or black or white  Roughly 150k miles  Maybe 25 miles a day   Would buy used around 2000$ - 4000$  Im aware its a luxury car, thus insurance being a tad more expensive  How much would you think insurance would be? We have Progressive but I just want a estimate - Maybe like the average of how much people with integras pay for insurance.   Mustang 2004  Under my dads name (age 50) I would be secondary driver  Black or silver  Maybe 100k miles  25 miles/ day  Used around 4000$ - 5000$  Not luxury, but its a sports car, Im guessing insurance is more expensive for it   Anything will help :)

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Interview with Screaming Villains, developer of Night Trap 25th anniversary.

CI: So how did development for Night Trap 25th anniversary first come about?

SV: It honestly started out as sort of a joke. Sometime after the failed Kickstarter, hardcore fans started attempting to recreate their own remake of Night Trap and some gaming sites were writing articles about it which I found kind of odd especially since they either didn't work or barely worked. I was already messing around with FMV stuff as a hobby and a friend of mine came up with the idea of myself making a working version running on a phone.

I threw it together in about 3-4 days, posted a video of myself playing it on Youtube and sort of remained anonymous about it. I got a local arcade owner that I know to post the video on his Facebook account since he was friends with an absurd amount of retro gamers and it started to spread and got about 5000 views within the first 24 hours.

The website fmvworld.com found it too and decided to contact Rob Fulop (one of the creators of Night Trap) to get his opinion on it. Another website called segabits.com also contacted Tom Zito (producer of Night Trap) to find out if he had any involvement so that sort of put me on their radar. After that I figured "what the hell?" and sent an email to Tom at about 3am and got a response in about 15 minutes. He just asked a couple of questions about it and asked for my phone number. The next day, he called me and 20 minutes into the conversation he asked if I would like to do an official version and I said yes.

CI: Limited Run Games PS4 version of Night Trap remains their fastest selling game, while the Nintendo Switch version may end up being their best selling game. Were you surprised by the popularity of this remaster?

SV: I don't think anyone was expecting that. It just came out of nowhere which I think helped a lot so thank god my friends were able to keep their mouth shut while I was working on it. Originally, there was only going to be 5000 copies of the game available. Once the announcement was made Josh Fairhurst from Limited Run Games and myself were pretty much stuck on Twitter the entire day so we definitely wasn't expecting the reaction it got.

After that, Josh said something like "We might need to increase the quantity" which at the time I don't think they ever exceeded 5000 on a game so it got bumped up to 6000. After that, he came back again and said "Maybe we should add a collectors edition" so now we're at 8000 for PS4. Then it was "Let's release a big box version for PC" so now there's another 2000. It just kept growing and growing and still didn't meet demand. What's funny is the guy that made the announcement trailer and myself was constantly googling Night Trap that day just to see what was being said but then we went to the trending section on Youtube and we're like "Oh my god! The trailer is trending higher than Gucci Mane!" For a brief moment a game that a lot of people considered terrible was all of a sudden popular and I think that's rad.

CI: What do you think it is about Night Trap that has made it so beloved amongst fans?

SV: It has a b-movie feel to it and doesn't take itself seriously. A lot of hate that it gets is sort of undeserving. The popular ones are usually "this is barely a game" or "this has bad acting". NT was made 5 years before it was finally released and intended for a console that used VHS tapes and the acting is very similar to 80's horror/thriller films. Unfortunately, it was the wrong time period when it was finally released in 1992 and at that point nobody was really reminiscing about the 80's like they do today. The fans that are super hardcore about Night Trap are usually gamers that have a great interest in movies in general. What surprised me was the number of people that I've talked to that said Digital Pictures influenced them to pursue a career in the film or tv industry.

CI: Were there any notable, unforeseen difficulties during development?

SV: Engine restrictions was the biggest issue. I figured out pretty quickly that a lot of the gaming engines available weren't really designed with FMV in mind so because of this I think the video quality suffered more than I would've liked. Luckily, this is no longer an issue with future releases.

CI: How did the Limited Run Games physical release come about?

SV: The dudes from My Life In Gaming actually brought it up. One of those guys lives down the street from me and very early in the development process I told him I was working on Night Trap and wanted a documentary to go along with it since it has a crazy history and I thought it'd be a cool promotional tool. He immediately suggested that I work with Limited Run Games. Over the next several months I kept telling him that I'd think about it whenever he brought it up.

About a month before the game was announced, Coury came to my house to film my interview for the documentary. After we were finished he brought up Limited Run again so I told him to go ahead and tell them what I was working on. Ten minutes later, I got an email from Josh Fairhurst. Limited Run is super rad and I honestly can't imagine doing any game without their involvement so I'll most likely harrass them with each release that I do. They actually ported Night Trap to Nintendo Switch. I can't say anything bad about those dudes. They've helped me tremendously.

CI: So the Nintendo Switch version of the game comes with Japanese & French audio, was this something Screaming Villains commissioned themselves? Did Night Trap have an original Japanese and French release? And what was the reasoning behind including the new audio?

SV: The Japanese and French audio actually came from previous releases. I got ahold of copies of the game that were originally released in Europe and Japan and just ripped the audio from the disks. Before it was released I started getting messages and emails asking for additional language options so that's where that idea came from.

CI: So Night Trap as a copious history with Nintendo, when the company called out the game out in court, vowing it would never appear on a Nintendo system, which lead to some bad blood between the original Devs and Nintendo. How did it feel to finally put Night Trap on a Nintendo System?

SV: I think it's cool. Digital Pictures always released their games on Sega consoles and 3DO so it's super rad that one of them finally ended up on a Nintendo console. Definitely long overdue. With Night Trap getting released on there with a Teen rating without cutting any content might hopefully stop people from claiming that the game uses violence against women to move the story further which is absolultely ridiculous along with everything else that people claim is in there that doesn't even exist.

CI: What was the decision to go with Double Switch as the next FMV game to remaster?

SV: Double Switch just seemed like the obvious choice since it's the same type of game as Night Trap but everything is improved on. You could I guess call it the spiritual successor to Night Trap. It's also my favorite game from Digital Pictures. I think it was expected too. Back in February, I met a lot of the people that worked on Friday The 13th The Game. When I was introduced to the Executive Director Randy Greenback the first thing he said to me was "Are you doing Double Switch next?!" Josh from Limited Run was campaigning for it pretty hard too since his aunt is a childhood friend of Debbie Harry who appears in the game. A very short teaser for it was showng during the Limited Run E3 conference. While watching the conference there were people leaving comments like "Just announce Double Switch already!"

CI: Night Trap special editions in the past have come with cassette tapes, patches, and even a VHS tape. Can you tell us if Double Switch special edition will come with anything like that?

SV: It most likely will but I have no idea what since I haven't really talked to Limited Run about those options yet. Usually what happens is they throw an idea at me and I pretty much agree to all of them. They're huge Sega nerds like I am so I trust them with their ideas. The idea of pogs came up for Night Trap but we ran out of time so it wouldn't surprise me if that happened with Double Switch.

I'm sure it'll come in a Sega CD jewel case too since Limited Run ordered about 15,000 of those. I will say that it's getting a completely new cover since the original ones are kind of lame and don't really fit with the type of game that it is.

It looks super rad! DS also has a super rad soundtrack that was done by Thomas Dolby, who wrote and performed the hit song "She Blinded Me With Science" so I was hoping that a stereo version of the soundtrack existed so we could release that but sadly it's all mono.

CI: There was some rumors that Screaming Villains have been working on bringing, Marky Mark: Make My Video to the PS4. Can you confirm this?

SV: Oh dear....that was a joke that went too far. What happened was Josh Fairhurst and I kept getting our tweets captured and used as news articles for very minor stuff. I hated it because I wasn't used to this sort of thing since Night Trap was my first console release and Josh was beyond frustrated with it because of a random person making a negative comment about Nintendo, which led to a gaming site writing an article claiming that Josh spoke negatively about Nintendo when it wasn't even him or even anyone affiliated with LR.

They were forced to update the article and admit that they were wrong. After that, we started tweeting each other about a re-release of Marky Mark but making it sound official like it was an actual thing that was happening just to see if anyone would start turning that into articles.

One night, I took it a step further and made a working version of the game running on a PS4 in about an hour and then the next day we both posted a link to a video showing it. That got yanked from Youtube within the first 20 minutes. We used to talk about it all the time trying to figure out how to make it happen since the idea is too ridiculous to ignore but no. No remake of Marky Mark Make My Video.CI: What other FMV games do you want to bring to modern consoles?

CI: What other FMV games do you want to bring to modern consoles?

SV: My original goal was to get as many games from Digital Pictures as I can which is pretty much happening now. Night Trap and Double Switch aren't the only ones coming. Outside of DP releases the goal is D which was originally released back in 1995. I feel like there's a ton of different things you can do with that one.

CI: Lastly is there anything you would like to say to the readers?

The obvious thing would be thank you to everyone that played NT25. It was a stressful process so it made me happy to see that people that were fans of the original enjoyed it. Also, if you're a fan of Digital Pictures releases then stick around because some super rad stuff is coming!