#AND AFTER I POSTED IT IT FINALLY CAME BACK FFS

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

Why don't we talk more about how similar Tenko and Katsuki actually are?

It feels very odd, for me at least, to see Izuku's narrative foils being compared to him, but not to each other. It's so easy to draw their lines, parallels and foils.

Arrogant, childish and unapproachable, with destructive Quirks and a similar hatred of losing the battles they fight. Katsuki's starting line on the same chapter Tenko was introduced. And in a world of various characters with red eyes, they play straight the "Red Eyes, Take Warning" trope.

Look, for the most part, murderous, but one of them was convinced it was what he desired while the other just says that because he couldn't understand his feelings. Indoctrination and Trauma Rationalization vs. Inferiority and Emotional Supression.

The appearance and attitude of bloodthirsty children that covers up their intelligence and strategic leadership abilities.

The keys that brought the Kamino Incident. Making them intrinsically connected as the turning points of Hero Society's starting collapse whether they like it or not.

Neither wanted companionship, wanted to do things their way, alone. Yet both gained friends, and while their goals haven't changed, they don't need to do it alone. Bonus points for befriending a Todoroki when they've started off on the wrong foot.

Tenko, groomed by AFO as a Symbol of Fear. Katsuki, thought by Izuku the Symbol of Victory.

Died, in a physical and spiritual sense. Tenko, physically in 269, spiritually in 238. Katsuki, spiritually in 285, physically in 362. And still, were reborn in defiance of AFO's will.

Tenko unknowingly had expectations for his future from the moment the idea of conceiving him was planted, and was never taught he could be something other than destructive. Katsuki would have support for anything he wanted, yet pushed himself to be perfect. Because otherwise, what was the point?

Speaking of, AFO is their villain. Tenko, who destroyed the original vestige so he could fight Izuku himself, while Katsuki destroyed his physical body in an act of heroism because Izuku couldn't. And despite being taken out for the time being, their role isn't finished yet.

A villain confronts their convictions, their "roles in the story". Calls out their "childish, incomplete" desires. It causes in them a realization, destroys a mental block they didn't know they had, making them more powerful in the process. And for further points, their hands are broken in the process.

Somehow, both are connected to One For All, present in the vestige world. Both could even be considered a "Tenth OFA user", depending on your point of view. Izuku did sacrifice his dreams and gave the Quirk to them, after all.

A hero with the arrogance of a villain, minor antagonist growing to be the protagonist's confidant; vs. a villain with heroic lineage and instincts, a major antagonist who's the hero of his own story.

Tenko hates the role All Might perpetuated in society because of what it means, when no hero helped him. Katsuki, even with the flaws Toshinori shows, remains a fan of All Might to the point he actively decided to honor him with his hero alias.

Tenko was said by Re-Destro he was on the process of a Quirk Awakening, a liberation of sorts. Katsuki, post awakening and revival, was on the process of learning something new about his Quirk that was very similar to Izuku's.

And to top it off, both of them could easily kill a person with their touches, their Quirks. Their hands, seemingly, easily, made for destruction. And Izuku would still reach for them anyways.

This post was brought to you by: someone who would find very funny if post canon Tenko and Katsuki got along with Izuku but hated each other's guts (like someone who hates his younger sibling's boyfriend) + me being annoyed at the discourse surrounding the OP/ED lyrics and who "Izuku" is referring to + me wanting to see AFO's ass getting kicked by the three of them.

Thank you for reading!

[novaursa]

Fire's Legacy

- Summary: A few moons after he came for you, Maegor finally took you as his under eyes of the Old Gods of Valyria. And it didn't take long for you to find yourself with his child. Now it's the time to bring that innocent life into the world of fire and blood, and all you can do is pray it lives.

- Pairing: niece!reader/Maegor I Targaryen

- Note: This short story follows the events of Fire and Blood.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Next part: bloodline

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

- A/N: Unplanned post.

The day began like any other in the Red Keep, the sun casting a dull haze over the court. You could feel the weight of your pregnancy pressing against your body, every step a reminder of the life you carried within you. The maesters had said it would still be weeks, but something inside told you otherwise. You sensed it in the way your belly tightened, the sharp twinges that had begun early in the morning.

It was Maegor’s presence that both comforted and unnerved you. He had been a dark storm ever since you were taken as his wife, fierce and relentless in his possession of you. His touch was often rough, claiming, but there were moments, brief as they were, where you saw something softer flicker in his eyes. But softness had no place in Maegor's world, not now, not when he held the Iron Throne in a grasp as unyielding as dragonsteel.

He was seated on the dais, the Blackfyre sword at his side, when the pains became unbearable. You could not stop the gasp that tore from your throat, sharp and urgent. Maegor’s head snapped toward you immediately, the room around you falling into a hush. His dark eyes narrowed in on you, assessing, as you pressed a hand to your belly.

“It is time,” you whispered, breathless, and the realization hit you both at once.

The maesters scrambled to their feet, rushing to assist you, but Maegor rose faster, his steps heavy and purposeful as he closed the distance between you. He dismissed the maesters with a growl, sweeping you into his arms. His grip was fierce, but there was an underlying protectiveness you had rarely seen in him before.

“Visenya,” Maegor barked, his voice carrying through the hall.

The queen dowager appeared as if summoned by the very gods themselves, her face calm but her eyes sharp. She had always been an imposing figure, her silent strength a constant presence in Maegor’s life. She regarded you with a knowing look as Maegor carried you toward your chambers, her hands deftly organizing the chaos around her.

Once inside the room, Maegor set you down carefully, though his hands lingered on your arms, his gaze intense. He didn’t say a word, but you could feel the command in his posture. You would survive this, for him, for the child you carried.

Visenya took charge with an efficiency that belied her age, directing the midwives and maesters with curt nods and gestures. Maegor, however, refused to leave your side. His hand found yours, gripping tightly as the labor began in earnest. He watched with a burning intensity as each contraction wracked your body, his jaw set as though he could command the pain to cease by sheer will alone.

Hours passed, the agony becoming nearly unbearable, but you could feel the moment drawing closer. Maegor's face never wavered, though you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes darkened with each scream that left your lips.

Then, suddenly, it happened. The first babe emerged, a healthy, wailing boy. The midwife handed the squirming child to Maegor, and for a moment, he simply stared, his face a mixture of disbelief and pride. His firstborn son.

“Your heir,” Visenya whispered, a rare softness in her voice as she looked upon the boy.

But before the moment could settle, another wave of pain crashed through you. The midwives rushed back into position, their hands working swiftly, and then, just as swiftly as the first, a second child came forth—a girl, strong and full of life.

“Twins,” one of the maesters muttered, astonished.

Maegor was silent, but the weight of the moment pressed down on the room. He held his son in one arm and, when the midwives offered, took his daughter in the other. His face, hard as stone and as fierce as the dragon he was, betrayed nothing at first. Then, slowly, a rare, dangerous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Two,” he said, his voice low, reverberating with something primal. “Two strong babes.”

Visenya’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked between you and the twins. “It seems the gods favor you after all, Maegor,” she remarked, though there was a glint in her eye that spoke of more than just familial pride. She approached, inspecting the babes as if they were her own creations, her approval unspoken but seen.

You, exhausted beyond measure, watched through bleary eyes as Maegor gazed upon his children, the weight of what had happened finally settling over him. He turned his attention to you, his expression unreadable, but there was something new in his gaze—a fierce possessiveness, yes, but also a deeper, quieter pride.

“You have given me a dynasty,” he murmured, low enough for only you to hear. “You will be remembered as the mother of dragons.”

And in that moment, you knew—whatever fears you had before, whatever doubts—Maegor had truly claimed you, not just as his wife, but as the mother of his legacy. The realm might tremble under his rule, but here, in this room, Maegor Targaryen had found something he valued even more than power.

His family.

[traincat]

Any Johnny ships besides spideytorch?

I honestly and truly believe Johnny/Wyatt Wingfoot should be canon once they finally pry him out of that closet the Plant Man stuffed him into in 1964.

(FF #50) They've got everything. A meet cute!

(FF #51) Wyatt being ride or die for Johnny immediately. He's been Protective BF from day one.

(FF #645) Johnny would also die for him though so they're even on that front.

(FF v6 #1) This isn't going to be like, a huge rundown post -- I have a JohnnyWyatt tag -- but they've been close from the '60s until today and Wyatt is almost always there for Johnny when he's at his lowest, including after he and Ben came back from universe hopping in Marvel 2n1 where they're -- living together? Maybe? They're being paralleled against Ben and Alicia, who are getting engaged, and Johnny gets all huffy about Wyatt and Jen bantering. (Wyatt and Jen have dated on and off over the years.) Anyway, boyfriend leash.

(FF v6 #5) I want to shake Dan Slott until the answers fall out.

Like listen I clearly love Spideytorch but JohnnyWyatt should kiss.

[saturnsag3]

Pushing It Down and Praying - will smith x macklin celebrini

summary: toxic situationship mack and will

wc: 1,385

Macklin knew the drill by now.

They’d hook up. Will would say something soft and sweet—”I can’t get you out of my head”—and Macklin would smile and giggle like it didn’t mean anything, like his chest wasn’t catching fire. Then Will would leave, always too quickly, always with a casual “I’ll call you” that never came.

Days passed. Sometimes four. Sometimes twelve. Once, eighteen consecutive days of radio silence (not that Mack was counting). 

And then, like clockwork, Will would show up again. A knock on Macklin’s door. A drunk call at midnight. A hand sliding around his waist at a party like it hadn’t been a full week of complete silence.

Macklin hated it.

He hated how good it still felt when Will touched him. How familiar his cologne was. How his body leaned toward him like gravity had a preference.

Tonight was no different.

They’d hooked up two nights ago. Will had been ghost since, nothing new.

So Macklin, in a moment of reckless defiance, posted a picture on his story—him and some other guy, shoulder to shoulder at a bar, nothing overt, nothing incriminating, just enough to maybe make someone think something.

Not even an hour later, Will’s name lit up Macklin’s phone.

WILL:

who tf is that

on ur story

WILL:

u know who i’m talkin abt 

stop ignoring me

WILL:

u with him now?

what position he got u in 

Macklin blinked down at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. He could already feel the headache forming. He wasn’t going to do this. Not tonight.

MACKLIN:

ur so fucking gross

and why do u even care?????

Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then reappeared again.

WILL:

are u being fr rn? 

WILL:

he touching you?

he kiss you?

MACKLIN:

go to sleep will

leave me alone ffs

WILL:

ur mine

Macklin laughed. Actually laughed. Out loud. Bitter, dry.

MACKLIN:

no i’m not tf 😭

WILL:

mack

come on

ur really gonna do this?

MACKLIN:

yeah i am

we literally haven’t talked in days

im not waiting around anymore

I’m done.

The phone stayed silent after that. Macklin slipped it into his pocket, jaw tight, and turned back to the bar where his friends were calling his name. He knocked back a shot he didn’t really want, pretended his chest wasn’t caving in.

—

It was almost 1 a.m. when Macklin finally headed home.

Stumbling his way into his building and up the elevator, he’s ready to kick off his shoes and relax but when he turns the corner—

There, sitting on the floor in front of his apartment door with his hoodie pulled over his head and eyes bloodshot like he hadn’t slept, was Will.

Macklin sighed. “Seriously?”

Will stood, slow. He looked tired. Messy. Hands stuffed in his pockets like he was scared of his own fingers.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You could’ve gone home.”

Will didn’t move. “You didn’t mean that, right? About being done.”

“I did.”

Will’s jaw clenched. “You’re really gonna fuck that guy?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?”

“The point is,” Macklin said, voice sharp, “I’m tired of being treated like a backup plan. Like a hobby. You show up when it’s convenient, when you feel like it. You act like you want me, but only when someone else might too.”

Will stepped forward. “I do want you.”

“Then act like it.”

Will was quiet. His throat bobbed. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You don’t even try, Will.”

“I’m trying right now.”

Macklin stared at him. “You text me asking who I’m with instead of asking how I am. You don’t talk to me for a week and then show up pissed that someone else might be paying attention to me. That’s not trying. That’s controlling.”

Will flinched. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You never really had me.”

It hung in the air, heavy and sharp.

Then—quietly, brokenly—Will asked, “Can I stay?”

Macklin didn’t answer. He just stood there, jaw tight, eyes rimmed red from frustration and exhaustion and something that felt too much like heartbreak.

Will stepped closer. Close enough to touch, but didn’t. “I miss you.”

“You don’t get to miss me,” Macklin said, but his voice cracked halfway through.

Will’s lips twitched, almost a smile. “You miss me too.”

Macklin wanted to hit him. Or kiss him. Maybe both. “Go home.”

But Will didn’t move. Just looked at him with those stupid, pleading eyes. The same eyes he used every single time he wanted something. And Macklin, like a goddamn idiot, felt his resolve slip.

Again.

“Mack,” Will said softly, stepping in and brushing their hands together. “Let me stay, baby”

Macklin didn’t say yes. Didn’t nod. Didn’t reach for him. But he didn’t stop him, either, when Will leaned in and kissed him like the week of silence never happened.

And when he let Will push him into his apartment, Macklin told himself it didn’t mean anything. That this was the last time. That he was just lonely. That he had control.

But they both knew he didn’t.

Not really.

They didn’t talk about the guy from the bar. They didn’t talk about the texts or the nights Macklin sat awake waiting for nothing. They didn’t talk at all.

Because this was easier.

The silence between them filled with heat and hands and need, not love. Never love. And when Macklin woke up hours later to find Will already gone again, his clothes missing from the floor, and the spot next to him—cold.

He didn’t cry.

Just rolled over.

And waited for the next time.

sages thoughts⋆˙⟡: felt like writing something angsty and im actually so proud of how it turned out, lmk if you guys want a pt2 and the direction you’d want me to go with it! hope you enjoyed <3

[thatblvckboyy]

I fear my post r gonna be like BP comebacks so here's a ff and I might delete this acc cuz of mental problems so if I do plz find another page

Kim jiwoong x male reader

Smut ff

You're a High School teacher at a very popular High school called Credarness High School and you work as a English Teacher. You also have a boyfriend named jiwoong and he is a Mafia Boss a hot one at that.

It was near evening time and you just finished making food as you would be sitting in the living room area marking your students English Exam paper.

After about an hour or so, your boyfriend jiwoong came in with a very musky and pleasurable scent as he would lock the door behind him and immediately walked over to you ,from behind and started kissing you out of nowhere, he did this for a few seconds.".my sweet little boyfriend has been so busy ... Why do you take a break ~" jiwoong said in a low and seductive tone" babe I have to finish marking these papers"

"It's Friday and you have the whole weekend and I promised you to behave" he said as he left tender kisses on your neck " babe stop! Let me finish this then you can have me all weekend "

"No can do I want you and now" with that he lifted you up from the sofa leaving the papers and pen on the table in the living room making his way to the bedroom with you in his arms held bridal style and layed you on the bed. After struggling to remove your clothes and his you were now bent over on the bed as he teased your hole with his dick before shoving it in "mmhh ohhh... Angry!! " you groaned gripping sheets as you felt his crotch fill you up with it's warmness

"See you always love my dick so why were you saying no" jiwoong said as he grabbed both of your arms pining them on your back"just relax.... And let it all out" he continued his rhythmic assault on your hole chasing his own pleasure enjoying the sweet solicit moans your pretty moans, music to his ears.When it came to jiwoong dick and his persuasive acts your body always submitted to him and his touch

Intense sexual tension in the air, nothing but the sounds of your flesh slapping against each other and your moans filled the room. There was Something about jiwoong bending you over and fucking the life out you, was just pure ecstasy. His hands on your hips digging deep in your skin as he his cock moves in and out of you hiring all those good spots.

" ahh I'm honan cum babe"With one final thrust his spilled his seed in you" ahhh! Oh yeah so gooood" he laid on top of you, the warmness of his seed was such a good feeling.He laid on the bed and pated the space next to him "come here babe I wanna cuddle you"you willingly obeyed and went and laid on his chest" remember you said I'm yours all weekend so finish those papers tomorrow and then we can some fun okay"

"What! Come on not fair you're always in control I wanna be in control too" you whined

"What would you even do if I gave you the slightest bit of control... Huh" he chuckled as he caressed your back "come on just one day babe please" you begged even though you always loved bottoming you wanted to feel what it's like to be in control "just sleep, I'm tired" he yawned

"Babe.... How about we go to.... " before you finished your sentence you heard him snoring " asleep already.... I guess I'll tell you tomorrow " you said as you yourself began getting sleepy and eventually fell asleep

[beebee18]

Ramen & Confessions

Lee Know x Reader

Genre; fluff, frenemies to lovers, feel good.

Characters; Minho, Y/n, Felix Brief mention- Changbin, Han, Chan & Hyunjin

Summary; You and Minho never were the best of friends however his worry when you finally attend movie night after being mia for a week seems to give way for his seemingly cool confession.

Warnings; Extremely cliche, slight insecurities, tall reader (like 5'7 and more), like one bad word.

(I made a post long time ago about a Minho ff and you guys asked to be tagged. I would like to apologize for it not being a complete ff but I hope you enjoy this oneshot of cheesiness.) @antisocial-socialbutterfly @lixxpix @kaiyaba

Main masterlist skz masterlist

Your thoughts lingered on Minho when you remembered him staring at you in the doorway, and after your talk with Felix. Even if you didn't like each other, not that you didn't, he was handsome and caring & sweet. It would be impossible to not crush on the guy, you owed him an apology.

So you moved to sit closer to him. He was surprised, to say the least, when you tapped his thigh to get his attention.

Turning to face you was not a good idea, you were so close, a mere jerk of his head and your lips would meet his, with the tv lights flashing at you, your brown eyes framed by those cute little glasses, slightly dishevelled curly hair framing your face oh so beautifully, and that smile with your barely there dimples (you insisted you had), you were a sight.

This was the closest and calmest you had been with each other in a while and it seemed to stop time for a second. He looked so pretty, his bedhead, sweats and no makeup on, shiny brown eyes looking into yours, the mole on his nose so cute you want to just boop it and that look of surprise mixed with concern on his face could melt you into a puddle if physically possible.

"I'm sorry I disappeared without saying anything." You started in a hushed voice, so as to not disturb the others. "I should have told you guys why earlier."

A snarky remark or comment would've been better cause what he did next made your heart skip a beat.

"It's okay y/n, I'm not gonna lie I was concerned, especially with Felix reminding everyone every minute that you could've 'died'. I am glad you're back." He nudged your arm with his and went back to the tv screen.

You stared at Minho side, small smile on your face, for a few seconds before Han coughed from behind the man, smirking at you, making you blush, you quickly turned to the screen to distract yourself.

Nearing the end of the movie people were asleep, mainly Felix, Han, Changbin and Hyunjin and somehow in a pile... Chan took off a few minutes ago to the studio leaving you and Minho the only ones awake.

After the movie ended you both looked around the find the human pile of idols making you giggle and Minho shake his head to stifle a laugh.

"Are you gonna put them to bed? How would that even work?" You ask standing up to help clean the remnants of the night.

"Eh just let them be, they'll separate when they want to. Are you leaving?" He asks as you start collecting your stuff, his expression slightly glum.

"I'll just move my stuff aside so I can help you clean, don't want you to do all this alone." You smiled at him putting your bag away and offering him a hand.

Minho swore he could scream in that moment.

He did take your hand and stood up facing you. You both just stood there for a few seconds, hands in each others before he cleared his throat.

You looked down and started gathering wrappers, bowls and edible food that just fell to take to the kitchen, so did Minho. And that's how he ended up making you both ramen.

He'd asked if you were hungry and you replied yes, after that no words were spoken. You went out to check on the boys, switch off electronics and when you came back there were two packs of cup noodles in front of Minho on the counter as he waited for the water to boil.

"Minho what... " You trailed off a questioning look on your face.

"You said you were hungry so..." He shrugs, smiling sheepishly, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

You went and stood next to him, shoulders brushing the others, as he poured water in the cups and looked at you for a second, you grin at him in return which makes him chuckle, effectively hiding the cute that slipped his lips.

"Why are you laughing?" You ask him, giggling a little yourself, leaning on the counter adjacent to him. He was so cute and pure like this, you wanted to crush him in a hug so bad.

Once he was done with his fit of laughter he turns to you, coming closer, closer than ever. The proximity burned you, you guys weren't even on speaking terms 2 weeks ago and now...

"Wha-what are you doing?" You ask not wanting to embarrass yourself but you were flustered beyond belief and he was being nice?? To you??

"How come you don't hate me?" He asked staring into your eyes, he wanted a genuine answer, there was no point in lying to him, he seemed impatient.

"Well, you being mean isn't a reason for me to hate you. I knew not every one of Felix's friends would like me, it was okay. I was coping just well by being mean back. There was never any hate from my side. Unfortunately for me, the one I like, doesn't like me back...." The look of shock on your face as you slapped your hand over your mouth made Minho throw his head back in laughter.

People often said you rambled or spoke a lot. You agree now.

The embarrassment slowly creeping up on you. You made a move to slip away but Minho put his hands down by your hips on the counter and laugh slowly dissipating into a small smile, looking at your blushed face now.

"I'm sorry for being mean to you, truth is, I like you a lot. I've liked you since you visited us at dance practice for the first time and brought everyone homemade cookies. I was shy, I still am but your flustered state gives me confidence." He says, wanting to kiss the small pout from your face.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You asked, finally processing his words.

He liked you?? He still likes you?!

"I couldn't at the time, you were bestfriends with Felix, I didn't want the dynamic to shift plus there was a high possibility you liked any of the other 7 dudes in the group." He finishes scratching the back of his neck, looking down ears going red.

"And you?"

"Oh, I-I just, I didn't think someone like you would fancy someone like me." You hesitated gesturing to yourself, the insecurities finally creeping up.

Great way to ruin the moment brain.

"Someone like me?" He questioned, raising one of his eyebrows, tonguing his cheek as if he knew what was coming.

"Come on Min, look at you, your life, the people around you. I don't fit in, like a friend great but not as anything more. I know I sound dumb after we've both basically confessed but still..." You finish hesitantly.

"Y/n you'd fit right in. You fit amazing right now, that would just be a few more steps, it would work if we wanted it to." He says comforting you, his heart pacing at the nickname.

"Also I'm not your type, remember Han Sora, the girl you dated when I first met you guys, she was so pretty and petite, her clothes and shit. I admired her so much. She's your type, not me." You finish, eyes dropping to his chest to avoid his piercing gaze, that's all the argument you had.

"First of all, she was a publicity stunt and an obsessed trainee who was fired after I complained." He says, placing his right hand on your jaw, making you look him in the eyes. "Secondly, you're beautiful, kind, funny, smart, mature and well dressed. Being taller than the national average of a country you don't belong to is nothing to be insecure of, and let's be honest..." He lips tug up into a smile, hand falling to your hip from your jaw "...those thighs, are to die for." He says slowly with a wink, making you widen your eyes with shock and blushing like crazy.

"You wanna know who my type is?" He asks, searching for uncertainty in your eyes.

"Who?"

"You."

His lips came close to yours, an inch of a distance between them. He wanted you to make the final move, being careful so you'd have nothing to regret.

Your lips met, his hands on your hips, yours around his shoulders. Months of silently crushing on each other, finally being able to express it.

When he angled his face to deepen the kiss and your noses bumped, you separated, a giggle leaving you. He smiled softly, complete adoration in his eyes.

"Now what?" You asked, a warm feeling spreading through you.

"You wanna have ramen with me?" He asks, smirking, gesturing to the cups that have been sitting out for the past 15 minutes.

You scrunched your nose at the implication, your stomach saying other things "But like, I'm actually hungry." A small pout appearing on your face.

He quickly kissed it away taking your hand in his, walking into the living room to collect his things and yours, and now towards the door.

"Where are we going?"

"Our first date, the convenience store across the street. Great ramen!" He winks at you before pulling you closer into his chest, smiling wide at you, you couldn't help but reciprocate.

....

Texting; ( Y/n, Felix )

Felix: Did you leave already?

Felix: Where's Minho? Is he dropping you off?

Felix: He is, isn't he? 😏

Felix: Told you he had a thing for you.

Felix: Oh yeah ignore Lix when he's right, sure sure, I get it.

....

Texting; ( Minho, Felix )

Felix: Don't fbck this up.

Minho: Never Lix, never.

.

[juliettejwnewinesa]

Hi! I've been following you for a while now and really like your posts. If you don't mind, could you write smut for Lee Jun Young's roles in The Impossible Heir and Class of Lies? English is not my first language, there may be typos. I hope you do it! Have a nice day🤍🩷

omg, hey I remember you, you reading my ff means a lo,t and for the ff, I think its such a good idea sorry for the delay and here you go

💗 Kang In Ha x Reader — “Let Me Love You Right”

(Long-form smut | 18+ | Sweet, Gentle, and Deeply Intimate | Emotional Tension | Soft Dom | Luxury Setting | Reader-First Focus | Aftercare)

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The room was silent, the kind of silence that only existed between two people who knew exactly what they meant to each other.

You stood near the glass wall of Kang In Ha’s penthouse, wearing one of his button-down shirts and nothing else. The city lights stretched out below, but all he looked at… was you.

“In Ha,” you whispered, barely a breath.

He stepped closer, his expensive suit jacket discarded somewhere behind him. His sleeves were rolled up. His hands, those elegant, calculating hands — they reached for you with a gentleness that contrasted everything the world believed about him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said softly. “When I’m in meetings. When I’m pretending to care about board votes. When I’m smiling at people I’d rather destroy.”

He rested his forehead against yours. “You’re the only real thing I have.”

You blinked, your fingers brushing over the front of his shirt. “Then take me. Not like I’m a deal you won. Like I’m someone you love.”

That broke something in him.

He kissed you like it was the first time. Slow. Soft. Deep.

And when he picked you up — bridal style — he didn’t say a word. He carried you to the bed like you were fragile crystal and laid you down in the softest sheets money could buy.

But the way he looked at you?

Priceless.

He undressed you slowly, watching every layer fall like it was a ceremony. His fingers traced your skin, learning you again — not with hunger, but reverence.

He took his time kissing you.

Your lips. Your neck. Your chest. The insides of your wrists. Your thighs. He whispered between each kiss.

“So beautiful.”

“I’ve waited so long to do this right.”

“You’re perfect.”

When he finally moved over you, bare skin against bare skin, he didn’t rush. He looked into your eyes as he guided himself inside, watching your lips part with a soft gasp.

His movements were slow and deep — just enough to stretch, to fill, to make you feel like you were completely his.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in. He cradled your face, resting his forehead against yours, and whispered, “Tell me what you need.”

“You. Like this. Always.”

“Then that’s what I’ll give you.”

He moved inside you with a rhythm that felt like devotion — strong, loving, not frantic. His thumb rubbed slow circles against your clit while he held your hand with the other.

When you gasped and cried out, he kissed your cheek and said softly, “That’s it, love. Just like that. Let me make you feel good.”

You came with his name on your lips, and he followed not long after, holding you close as he whispered, “I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. I was just too scared to say it.”

After, he didn’t leave you. He cleaned you with a warm towel, kissed every part of you he touched, and helped you into a silk robe.

He pulled you into his arms under the covers and held you so close you felt his heartbeat against your back.

“Don’t ever think you’re just a part of my life,” he murmured into your hair. “You are my life. Everything else is background noise.”

[needlereads]

Makes You Unsteady

Bucky Barnes x agent!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader; anxious Bucky; soft Bucky; not canon compliant at all

A/N: oh boy, first time posting a Bucky Barnes ff. I've been scribbling these little interactions of Bucky loving a SHIELD agent, and finally decided dammit I'm going to post them.

He paused at the end of the hall. This was stupid. You were asleep by this time. What had he planned on doing, knocking on your door and disturbing you? You probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

Before James could turn back towards the elevator, he heard a click and the motion sensing hall light around the corner came on. Peering past the corner, he was surprised to see the very woman who had been occupying his mind, very much not asleep as he had presumed. You leaned against your doorframe, loitering for a bit.

What were you doing up?

You finally turned, your steps would take you further from him. He knew Darren’s room was a couple of doors down from you.

Your name escaped his lips before he could think properly about the consequences. You turned, squinted at him with tired eyes.

“James?”

“Where you headed?” He strode towards you, as if it was normal to be making rounds in these private quarters.

You rubbed your eyes. As he drew closer he could tell you were growing more alert, though still adorably dazed from a lack of sleep.

“Oh, just over to Darren’s.” Your best friend was always the default destination when you didn’t want to be alone.

“Is something the matter?” He didn’t usually try to pry. But he couldn’t just stand still and let you walk away, couldn’t bear to watch you seek comfort in someone else when he was physically in your reach and ready to give comfort himself. Maybe he was tired out of his mind too, to disregard his usual inhibitions, let alone the chance of you asking him why he was wandering the building barely an hour after getting back from a mission.

“You just got back. You’re early.” Your eyes climbed down his body and up again. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not.” Was it selfish that his heart glowed warmly to see you so concerned over his well-being? “Is something the matter? How come you’re up?” he asked gently again. Locks of bed-swept hair framed you face. His fingers twitched with the instinct to sweep them back and trace down you braid.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“I could sit with you.” God what was he saying? “If you want, that is.”

“Yeah.”

James held his breath as you replied.

“I’d like that,” you said.

In your room, you both settled on your two seater sofa.

“Has it been like this for a while? Not being able to fall asleep?”

You shrugged. “It’s not so bad. I had a nightmare,” said, almost amused. “I don’t usually dream vividly, but tonight…”

He waited, hoping he wasn’t invading your privacy.

“It was the plane crash. The one my parents were in.” You had not been there for it, but your mind conjured images for you anyway. “As if I had been there too, like I had made my mom give up the window seat and then snuggled up to her side. I…was such a baby with her.” A breathy laugh left you. “Can’t even have the decency to be traumatized by something I actually went through. Like the burning building, or the explosion at the compound.” You didn’t catch his frown.

James swung his legs up, sitting criss-cross to face you. “Can I share something?”

You nodded.

“Sometimes in my sleep I feel like I’m falling and I can’t stop. It creeps me out and I can’t wait to wake up and stop falling.”

“The train,” you whispered.

He nodded. “But worse than that, worse than the nightmares about shooting on command, or the war battles that I don’t remember…I dream about my mom and sisters being killed. My mind convincing me that Hydra found them and shot each of them in the street, or that they drowned, or that they just…stopped breathing in their sleep.” He shook his head. “None of those things happened but I wake up and I want to throw up. I want to go back in time and hunt every Hydra piece of shit and kill them a hundred times over. I want…”

You stopped him with a hand over his metal one. “Don’t. Please.”

He was about to say he wanted to not wake up from his sleep either, and he could tell you had somehow heard those thoughts. He was pathetic, to break in front of you. He had no right to manifest such darkness in front of you. But your pleading eyes left him more breathless than the shame.

“Please?”

Anything, he would do anything you asked.

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He woke alone in your bed. Lifting his head towards the door separating your bedroom from the living room, covered with a navy blue patterned cloth. He made out your voice and footsteps on the other side. He really couldn’t be blamed for being able to hear you talking on your cellphone, especially when his name was brought up.

“- totally forgot to text you and then James and I both fell asleep. I’m sorry. Don’t be mad?”

A tinny laugh reached his ears. If he strained a bit he could hear the person on the other end of the phone. Probably Darren.

“I’m not. Just glad you didn’t try to ride it out alone. I was wondering when Barnes would finally make his move.”

You sighed, glancing at the door to your bedroom and stepping away, lowering your voice just short of a whisper. “He wasn’t – there was no move.”

Your friend uttered your name, exasperated. This wasn’t the first time he teased you about being in denial of love knocking on your doorstep.

“Hon, you deserve to love and be loved.”

“It’s not that.” You hesitated.

“Then what?”

You tugged at your hair. “Just…for someone who’s had so much taken from him, and who’s given up so much. I can’t…can’t ask that of him. I can’t be another burden for him.”

Darren was not happy with you. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. First of all, that’s not what you are. Second of all, it’s his choice to want you. Just like it’s yours to want him. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I’m not denying it,” you said firmly. “But that’s all. Just a want. I…I can’t.”

You heard your name and whipped around to find James standing in the middle of the living room. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your breaths measured.

“Darren, I’ll see you later.” You ended the call.

James felt each pulse of his blood in his veins as he tried processing what he’d heard. He knew his hearing couldn’t be mistaken. The way you looked at him, with a quiet honesty, urged hope to bloom inside his chest.

“James.” You paused, and he swore the world slowed on its axis. “I…”

“You want me?”

You felt helpless under his full attention. His eyes searched you, so vulnerable and earnest. You refused to lie to him.

“Yes.”

Despite what you said to Darren, now, oh, your single word of confirmation sounded so clear and sweet to him.

“You think you’re a burden to me?”

He had quietly closed the distance between you.

You lowered you gaze. “I’m trying not to become that to you.”

He dared to touch his finger to you chin, encouraging you to look at him.

“Let’s agree right now, that you won’t refer to yourself like that again.” His palm curved around your cheek. He wanted to touch every inch of you.

He held you through the night. Not sleeping, and not tired; just relishing in the contact of your skin on his, your warmth bleeding into his.

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[sweetlittlebrie]

After working on finding the Rose origin, I got curious about the Ames origin. As well as another nickname....

I went back to fanfiction to start my search! I didn't use Ao3, as that came into existence some years later of ff. net creation, and Deviantart has a horrible search function so I wasn't gonna look through there and it came a year or two after ff. net. I'll talk about other sources in a bit.

Searching through the ff by the publish date and with all ratings I started from the last page just looking through fanfics. Something I found interesting was how little Amy is used as a character in these stories and there are a few reasons why. Amy Rose hadn't made a huge appearance in any North American media since her first introduction of Sonic CD. There were other games like sonic r and fighters, but they weren't very big and didn't have a story to them.

So many early fanfics where Sonic has a romantic interest were with Sally, who was in the Sonic SatAM, which after it's cancellation, was followed by the Archie Comics. Meaning Freedom Fighters were a more common cast in stories, especially for Sally as the romantic interest.

Amy Rose wasn't 'brought back' until Sonic Adventure which released in NA 1999 on Dreamcast, then re-released 2003 for the Gamecube; Sonic Adventure 2 followed in 2001 on Dreamcast, then released on gamecube in 2002. Amy wasn't making regular 'cast' appearances until 2001, so it was rare to see her in fanfics and even more rare to have SonAmy stories on ff .net. Now, this could be false as personal sites/forums were still very popular and this could have been where Amy was making appearances.

!!! I have not properly read through all of these, so be cautious !!!

The first SonAmy I found was Happy Birthday Amy Rose! Published July 2000. This story is pretty quick, but it doesn't have the usage of Ames. It does have the other popular pet name of Sonikku used by Amy. (the author has used this as their pen name too)

After skimming through that fic, it got me curious about the usage of Sonikku, but I would have to dig through other fics to see if other characters used it and how they used it as well. As the most I can remember from my years of reading fanfics is to kinda mock Amy i.e. "Don't you want to go running to your darling Sonikku"

The next fic I found was A Normal Day Adventure! Published February 2001. Sonikku is used and Sonic even questions its usage of that petname. This is also where I found the early usage of Japanese word being. Not the typical 'sakura hedgehog' or 'two tailed kitsune' we see now, but like kawaii. This was the beginning of a trend in some stories and boy it was something!

And another review mentioned that this author used to have an angelfire site where they were originally posting their stories. As mentioned earlier, there's a whole area of fandom culture that we won't be able to access due to so many of these of these no longer being up along with forums that probably kept getting updated and slowly losing this information :( For all I know, these are where the usage of Ames and/or Sonikku became popular.

I only say that as an idea as looking through a few fanfics' reviews, no one really seems to question the usage of Sonikku or Ames. It just seems like it was accepted amongst fans.

I Don't Wanna Lose You Again published July 2001. It's another story using Sonikku and more Japanese words. Takes place after SA2.

In the Broken Moonlight published October 2001. An early SonAmy story and KnuxRouge. SonAmy is slowly getting more traction and since Rouge's appearance in SA2, she starts becoming a regular cast in fanfics too! Can't say this is her first appearance in a fic though, that's for someone else to find.

Return to Little Planet published December 2001. Sonikku is used....but Ames is finally found!!! In the second chapter, but then the third chapter could have been updated in May 2002 and then afterwards Ames get used again in ch.10 which could have been uploaded December 2003.

You Never Realize What You've Got published March 2002. Ames is used only once throughout, but it seems to be getting into a handful of people's heads lol

Everything You Know Is Wrong published November 2002. Early sonamy fanfic, but this one includes the cheating trope! Or Sally cheats on Sonic, so then he opens his eyes to Amy. I think this was an early trope back in the day, I don't think it gets used a lot now. Not to say it's anything bad, just another method to move the story.

Just thought I'd mention that sonamy was picking up more traction as a ship in 2002.

Innocence published AND completed August 2002! Very popular early SonAmy fic, with the interesting twist of making Shadow a baby. Ames is used a bit more often!! I think a total of six times?? No early reviews seem to question the usage either, so I think it was very much accepted in the sonic/sonamy fandom.

For True Story published October 2002. This one includes Ames, but skimming through it....I think we have the first and rare use of Shadow saying Ames. (please correct me if im wrong)

We get into January 2003 and Sonic's Black Op...is published with Sonic using Ames. He is using it fairly casually and then later romantically???(i'm skimming these stories! it's just too much to go through everything sometimes)

But this author has written Three Days also published in January 2003, where Sonikku and Ames are being used by both characters from friendly to romantic petnames. Canderous Ordo, the author for both fics, has other stories in which Sonic uses Ames.

Sonic Ever After published April 2003, A story where Ames is used by Knuckles and Tails. (psst, this is also a Tails x Amy fic)

This is where I'll end it. As I think by going forward, more authors started using Ames as nickname that either all characters use sparingly, or a nickname specifically used by Sonic.

I did find some other interesting fics

His Best Friend's Wedding published October 2000 has a background KnuxAmy romance!

You Are My One and Only published January 2001 is a sonally fic, but there is tails x amy! One of the earliest I was able to find.

Robotic Regeneration published in January 2001 has the rarest ship of Gamma and Amy. (in terms of robot romance; i didn't find or seek out any metal sonic x amy fics. someone can search for that)

Going through all of this, I don't think there was really any questioning of these nicknames.....unless it took place very quickly in a personal site or forum that we no longer have access to due to maintenance or websites no longer being registered. I think the Sonic fandom just accepted these nicknames in fanworks. I'm sure there were some works that used Ames and Sonikku sparingly and others that used it anytime in any sentence. I'm not sure if there was a fluctuation in popularity when it came to using these pet names(although I think Sonikku is used less frequently in fanworks) just more-so an authors preference.

There will be works that are no longer accessible to us or they're slowly being hidden/purged by individual authors or even the websites themselves. (damn you ff .net for getting rid of mature/nc-17 fics and hiding them now too!!!)

But hey, the fandom was able to make Ames popular enough to make it in Sonic Boom(unless i'm mistaken) and even in the IDW comics.

Anyways, if yall find anything that could be included in this then please don't hesitate to do so! Thank yall for reading!

[instant-delusions]

OH MY GOSH are you a rafayel lover too 😭 i swear, i love him so much! and im happy that l&ds comnunity is growing here that a new ff of raffy is posted everyday when i refresh the tags! im glad u seem enthusiastic to accept requests 😔 my raffy brainrot is so bad i need my fix!

can i request? we know rafayel has some sort of "abandonment issues" and we know where it stems from and how it manifests (where he says mc can do what they want as long as they come back to him or let him know what they're doing 😭) and imagine that mc GENUINELY forgets bc she's tired from all the work as a hunter, and when she meets raffy again, he's quiet and she's trying to prod a word out of him but he won't budge cuz he's hurt 😭 and u can go on from there! aargh i love hurt/comfort so much.

happy valentines!! (in advance) 😔🎊🎂

YES rafa is my babygirl. my muse. my glubglubglub. my everything. HE'S SUPER RELATABLE TOO ??? HELP my abandonment issues are literally the same, I'm almost offended 😭😭💔 tysm for the request & happy early valentinesss 💓💓💓

ʟᴏ$ᴇʀ=ʟ♡ᴠᴇʀ !

rafayel x reader

cw: burn-out like symptoms, wounds/blood, arguing, cursing, hurt & comfort

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6:00 a.m., you skimmed over rafayel's last message and told yourself to reply later - of course, as fate does, a super strong wanderer appeared which occupied you for an excruciating, multiple hour long fight. it was night when you returned home, stripping off your uniform and throwing your gun on the kitchen counter. You barely made it to bed, soaking your sheets in a bit of blood before completely passing out.

it was noon when you woke up again and evening when you were done with your report and bandaging your wound. finally, you were able to check your phone, and it doomed on you. rafayel's message stayed unreplied. you scrolled down his other three texts.

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11am rafa: are u ok?

12am rafa: (y/n), can I come over?

1pm: are u serious? not this again.

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you furrowed your eyebrows in regret, but exhaled painfully right after. your wound opened again.

you were forced on another, quicker mission that night, but it still left you exhausted, your former wound nagging at you still. once again you came home late, passed out, and woke up around noon. opening your phone, there were no new messages.

quickly, you pressed the call button and were shocked to find the artist wasn't picking up.

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5:00 pm y/n: hey, sry rafayel. work has been a lot lately.

5:01 pm y/n: I'm rlly sorry

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wincing, you sat down, your heart beating anxiously for some reason. 'what if this is it? I broke his promise. there's no reason for him to stay. it's fair, but I need him around. because...'

because you like him. it's selfish, you want him around although you barely fill his needs. suddenly, a very familiar dark cloud forms in your stomach and you feel depressed. deeming another relationship ruined by your work, you open social media to drown out the silence.

several hours passed until a knock at your door ripped you out your daze. quickly, you got up and open it. "rafayel." you say, his name coming out almost like a sigh of relief before you could register it. he was dressed in his white shirt, and white pants adorned with an intricate silver belt - he looked put together as always. you, on the other hand, were in an oversized tee, messy hair and deep eyebags with chapped lips. "hi." he simply greeted, making his way into your apartment.

you followed him, breathing anxiously at his unreadable aura. "listen, rafayel - I'm sorry, I wanted to reply and text you but.."

"you forgot." he replied, crossing his arms. there was a look of hurt and disappointment in his face. "it's not that simple." you argued, breathing in to continue, but he emotionally cut you off. "it is, though. (y/n), if you'd like me enough, a simple task like keeping me updated would be easy."

"rafayel. I like you, I like you a lot but..." you breathed in deeply, the harshness of his words getting to you enough to make your eyes teary. defeated, you sat down on your couch, burying your face in your hands. "these past days have been a lot, I could barely take care of myself and most of the time I was either fighting, passed out or tending to my wounds..." you trailed off weakly - due to your eyes being covered, you couldn't see rafayel's eyebrows raising in shock at your reaction, his arms slowly sinking.

"I swear if I'd have a normal life, I'd text you regularly, but it's not." slowly, you raise your head to meet his eyes - yours were puffy and red, tears streamed down your face. rafayel stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.

"it'd be selfish of me to wish for you to stick by me while i don't fulfill your needs, i know i'm not a good...friend. I try to do my best, rafa. you mean a lot to me, but i understand if you want to leave. you deserve someone better."

at this point, tears were streaming down your face freely, and soft sobs escaped your throat. rafayel lowered his gaze, afraid he'd sink to his knees and beg for forgiveness instead. after a while, he sat next to you, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours and brushing his thumb across your hand as he watched your body move with your sobs. "(Y/N), there is not a single part of you that is selfish."

gently, he holds your cheek and makes you look at him. his hand remains there as he continues talking.

"rather, it is me who is selfish. i crave your attention and validation, and feel hurt if i don't receive it. i'm sorry for being petty, i should've come over sooner. and..."

rafayel moves his hand to wipe away your tears and softly kisses your forehead, he smiles as he hears you breathe out softly.

"i could never bring it over my heart to part from you."

you gaze into his rich, magenta eyes and feel your heartstrings pull towards him. it's as if there were a bridge between your chests. closing your eyes, you feel your love for him blooming in the valleys of your bloodstream and bubbling out of your skin, and it weirdly feels as old as millenia, as if you'd known this love all your life, and all the lives you lived before.

"i'm glad." you smiled wobbly, "i feel the same." with a sigh, you leaned your head on his shoulder and let your body relax.

"i dunno how to feel about you calling us 'friends', though."

[6feathered6siren6]

V x reader when reader survives a car crash Like they go out to see a friend only to not come back for hours or days and then texts V all "oh I was in a car accident I'm sorry. I'm fine though" Wounds don't need to be severe but its up to you go crazy go creative !

Crash(V X MC)

Trigger warnings

Car crash

Injuries(Not life threating)

Slight inaccurate but this if a ff so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You were gonna visit your friend, Sage, and grab some lunch with her. You guys haven't met up in a while, you are writing a book and dealing with a server full of killers and hers, family issues and working overtime. Finally, after a week of trying to find a time and date to hang out, it was decided today at 11 am. It was planned after lunch to go to the mall and look around. 

But even when you woke up, something felt.. off to you. You mostly shrugged it off and got ready. You texted V, saying morning and that you were up. He knew you were gonna be busy for about 3 hours, hearing you rant about how excited you were to meet her again, making him slightly jealous. It was a bit difficult to tell him that you were just friends. But besides the point, you got ready, and grabbed your keys on your way out. 

You unlocked your beater car, it was second hand from your parents when they got a new car. Which, you accepted happily when you turned 18, it got you to places fine, and only had a few problems every once in a while. As you started up your car and started leaving your home, you felt this worry. You continued to ignore it as you drove, it might just be your nerves acting up since it was the first time in a while since you saw Sage.  

You slowed down at the intersection, stopping for the red light. As you bopped your head to the song on the speakers. It turned red, and as you started driving again, not seeing the speeding car about to crash in. Immediately, you felt pain from it. You felt something wet on your lips and pain in your stomach. As you touched your head, you could feel like someone was taking an ax into your skull. You blink a couple times, looking around. You were at the rear-end, you could see the driver from the car behind you. He seems to have been passed out, and you could feel your head slowly grow heavier as your sights went black. 

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As you woke up again, you could hear the heartbeat monitor next to you. You looked around, you swore you were driving, what happened? You felt some slight pain from your stomach and a light headache. You don’t seem to be roughed up. 

As you were about to call for a nurse, the doctor came in. He was happy to tell you what went down. You were rear-ended by someone who was driving faster than he should be. And that both of you were fine, he would stay here for a couple days while you had to stay for a week, as you tore your liver and somehow fractured your kidney by the seat belt you wore. 

As he walked out of the room, you finally realized that bad feeling you were getting. That bad feeling was about the car accident. You grabbed your phone that the doctor had on your bed. You saw the spam texts the server was sending. It was about 7 pm, way too late and you missed the mafia game. Sage also texted, you put her up to date before getting on the server. You saw that everyone was in the vc, which kinda surprised you. Everyone would be off doing something since mafia should done. 

Getting a bit mischievous, you took a selfie, and posted it to the media chat with the caption, “I lived bitches. Mr. Sky daddy demanded me back down to this realm.” The selfie was with your head wrapped in bandages, in the hospital gown, and winking with your tongue out. Looking both handsome/cute and worse. 

Immediately, you were spammed, with ‘what happened’ and ‘omg’. Also, including Ronin reacting with a laughing emoji from your caption. You typed out that you weren’t feeling up to call(especially with the heartbeat monitor next to you) but got into a crash and that you were fine as well. 

You answered a few of their questions, not getting too much into it as you don’t know as much of the details yet. But V, he asked you in private messages. 

“Where are you located?”

“A hospital?” You were feeling sassy, as after all, a little entertainment can’t hurt.

“Which one, Love?” 

You rolled your eyes as you typed out the hospital, you figured he might just send you flowers, like a cliche tv drama. But after a while, he didn’t respond. You figured he might be on the server talking as he was still in the vc. You just shrugged it off as you just scrolled on your socials. 

Well, until you hear a nurse come in and say someone was here for you. You figured it might be Sage, most likely apologizing for this, when it wasn’t her fault. So you invited her in, except it wasn’t Sage. It was your boyfriend.

“V?!” You didn’t know what to feel, he lived like an hour away from your home. You knew you felt shocked but there were more questions. “Why are you here?”

“Was in the area.” He stated as he got closer, pulling a chair closer to you and grabbing your hand. He looks so saddened to see you in this state. “Are you feeling pain?” 

You were in a state of shock, “V… Just how are you here? You live an hour away and it’s only been… 35 minutes from my text, plus you’re still in the vc…” You looked at him with a smile, “Did you not hang up to see me?”

He looked away a bit embarrassed but coughed and looked back at you. “You didn’t answer my question, Love? Are you feeling pain?” 

You nod, “I’m also on some pain meds they gave me. I’m fine. They’re treating me okay. I promise, V.” 

He gave a soft sigh as he looked at you with his eyes softened. His eyes do look at the bandages on your head, with his hand moving to brush your hair and him kissing the bandages on your head. “I’m glad you are fine, you scared me with that photo. When you didn’t reply to my text, I thought you and your friend were still hanging out. But it was one of the worst things that could happen.”

You gave a soft smile as you put your hand on his arm. “But I’m alive and… somewhat healthy? So I’m okay, and fine. Though, sorry for not being there for game night.”

His hand leads back to your hand, holding it softly. You could feel his hand shaking, he was still scared of the possibilities. “We hold off on it, it didn’t feel fair without you.”

“Well, once I’m out of here, I’m sure game night will be back on. And please,” You sighed out. “Don’t kill me first again. It was so unfair, I was the doctor.” 

He snorts softly and chuckles softly. “I make no promises, darling.”

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I am so sorry the V part seems so short and wrote so much about the friend/crash but my mom actually got into a crash before I was born and we talked about it for a while before I wrote this and decided write a bit about it. Also, this was not beta/proof read, and if you saw me repost this, no. No, you didn't.

Word count: 1,194

Anyway I have some stories that I have been writing so pick your poison >:)

I'm still gonna publish them on a later date, it's just which one I should focus on first.

[gowiththeflo]

Tattoos (Florence Pugh x fem! reader)

Hello hello!!

I hope you all are doing well :) Thank you so much for the love and support on the last ff i posted, i appreciate you all <3 Also happy pride month!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈❤️❤️

I hope all of you enjoy this fanfic as well <3

Plz send requests if you have any <33

Synopsis: You’re feeling down so Flo cheers you up by letting you color and her tattoos <3

TW: none :P

I was lying on my bed, sulking because my girlfriend left me to go to work even though I practically begged her to stay. I had to get up at some point though, so I sat up and got out of bed. Our dog, Billie had awoken from her peaceful slumber yet again and jumped off the bed to come to say hello. “Hi, Billie girl.” I said as I scratched the top of her head. I changed into my clothes and started my day.

The rest of the day consisted of me doing work, cleaning our room, walking Billie, and just watching TV. I was about to order takeout (because I can’t cook for shit) when Florence walked into the living room, to see her girlfriend and dog cuddled up on the couch together. “Look at you two, all nice and cozy!” she exclaimed. Billie jumped off the couch and went over to her mama. “Hi, honey!” she said cheerfully. “You stole my cuddling partner!” I frowned playfully. “I’m sorry honey, I know you wanted me to stay home today, but it’s the last week of shooting, and it’s mandatory for all of us to be there.” she explained as she removed her jacket. “I know, I know. I just miss you being home all the time. Billie and I are bored to death without you here.” I said. “I figured you were going to be a little upset with me, so that’s why I bought these.” she handed me a pack of washable markers she had purchased. “What are these for?” I asked. “I figured maybe we could watch a movie and cuddle up and you can color my tattoos, I know how much you like to color.” she smiled. I don’t know how I ended up with such a perfect girlfriend, but I did. “I would love that, Flossie.” I replied. “Alright, let me get dressed quickly, and I’ll be right back.” I waited for a little before she came back into the living room with a sleeveless shirt on so I wouldn’t ruin any of her shirts. “I’ll make you beautiful.” I giggled, opening the box. “I know you will, my darling.” she said before kissing my temple. I happily drew inside her tiny yet beautiful tattoos she had on her arms before moving to her chest were her tattoo of a happy little snail rested, the matching ones we got soon after our engagement. I had gotten one facing hers in the same spot. I drew little red hearts around the tattoo of our wedding date on her wrist for the hell of it. (We also had matching tattoos of that one :3) I didn’t let her look until I was done.

“Are you ready to see the final result?” I asked. She opened her eyes and they immediately lit up in awe as she gazed at her brightly colored arms and chest. “I love it, baby. Thank you.” she haber me a peck on the nose and I giggled in delight. “Of course.” I smiled. Billie came over to us and happily barked. “And I think Billie girl likes it too!”

Thank you so much for reading!! Plz send any requests, I’m trying to start a master list so it’s easier for you guys to find your favorite works :))

[misslisamiray]

After another stupidly long hiatus, I'm finally uploading the newest chapter of Down With the Rickness! Pic is not... super relevant to the chapter, but I needed one that had Rick, Morty and Jerry in it. And despite having a LOT of saved images from the show, this was 1 of 2 which fit that description. Just kinda pay Beth no mind here since she's only mentioned in this chapter and not actually in it, yet I couldn't bring myself to crop her out.

Anyway, I'll post the Ao3 and ff dot net links later - probably after work. For now, new chapter is below the cut!

After a few more seconds of stunned silence, Morty sighed and admitted, “I was just trying to help. Maybe I did get carried away and fall down a couple of weird rabbit holes – that guy who yells about viruses not actually existing really does pop up everywhere – but it’s ‘cause I’m worried about you.”

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to be. I warned you this wasn’t going to be pretty, didn’t I? *Cough!* Make no mistake, I’m sick and miserable, but I’ll be alright in a few days. And that’d be true whether you Velcroed yourself to me like you’ve decided to do, or left me alone in the garage like I wanted.” Rick grumbled. Morty kept staring at him, but didn’t say anything, so he added, “Besides, with all the shit we’ve been through, I don’t get why this is freaking you out so badly.”

“I’ve never seen you sick before. I don’t like it.” Morty replied quietly, turning so he wasn’t facing Rick anymore.

“You don’t like it? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly having the time of my life with it myself.” Rick scoffed. He blew his nose and was about to say more, when he heard Morty’s barely audible addition of “It’s scary.”

“Scary? Aww Morty, come on. You’re *SNIFF!* really making mountains out of molehills here. Y’know you’re not doing either of us any favors with this overthinking shit, right? You’re just making my headache worse and getting yourself closer to developing your first ulcer before your 18th birthday.” Rick complained. However, the anger was draining from his voice.

“Maybe. It’s just…I just got you back to normal. Now this happens. If you’re not lying, then yeah, it’s nothing. A minor nuisance, sounds worse than it is and all that. But I can’t shake the feeling that you are lying about how bad this is, Rick, and…”

Rick had been tired already, but as the realization of just how worried Morty was about him sank in, he suddenly felt 10 times more exhausted. The anger and annoyance was gone – well, except about his flask being empty. Rick was currently very annoyed about that. He struggled to come up with a response, while Morty was trying to bring himself to voice the rest of his thoughts.

Their shared struggle was cut short when Morty tried to say something, but all that came out was “*Ah-ah-Achoo!*”  followed by a surprised, “Oh.” Rick sighed and slapped his forehead.

“C’mere, buddy. Let Grandpa check something.” He placed a hand on Morty’s shoulder and stuck the thermometer in his ear.

“Ow! Careful, Rick! Hey, that reminds me. We should check yours again, too.” Morty promptly pulled the first thermometer out of his pocket and stuck it in Rick’s mouth. Rick rolled his eyes, but didn’t object. The ear thermometer beeped first.

“Hmmm. Perfectly normal 98.6. Good for you.” Rick observed, mumbling around the thermometer. He was clearly jealous.

“Well, except for little kids, most people don’t get fevers when they have a cold.”

“Which means some of us do, if you’re trying to use that as an argument for my having something worse.”

“Stop talking or it won’t take the reading right. You should anyway, since you hardly have any voice left.” Morty instructed. Rick nodded, reluctantly agreeing. The thermometer beeped a few seconds later.

“101.1. Rick, that’s higher than it was this morning. You are getting sicker.” Morty worried, a fearful look in his eyes.

“Huh. No wonder I feel even worse.” Rick said, a little surprised by the new information. Seeing how those words instantly increased the worry on Morty’s face, he quickly backtracked with, “It hasn’t gone up that much. And a fever isn’t considered dangerous in an otherwise healthy adult until it hits like, 104, 105. Mine’s well *SNIFF!* below that. Come on, stop staring at me that way.” Morty did not, in fact, stop staring, and Rick had to look away. A few seconds later, he heard sniffling alongside him.

“Fucking hell, don’t cry. There is no part of this situation worth crying over. Oh. You’re not.” Rick said, looking over his shoulder at Morty. The boy’s nose was running, and he was trying to stop it but having no luck. Rick handed him the tissue box, muttering, “Well, good. I guess. If these are my only choices, I’d rather deal with sick kid than crying kid.” Morty blew his nose, and then the room was quiet except for the TV and rain.

“You still don’t believe me, do you?” Rick asked after a moment.

“I want to, Rick. But no, I don’t.” Morty answered.

“Fine. I have an idea. Come on.” Rick sighed, forcing himself to get up again. He grabbed Morty’s arm and pulled him up, too. Morty started to object, but decided to let Rick drag the two of them back to the garage.

“First thing’s first.” Rick grumbled, picking up a bottle of blue liquor with alien writing on the label. He took a long swig from it and grimaced – he’d forgotten how much this stuff burned going down even without a sore throat. He still contemplated refilling his flask with the liquid, but quickly shoved it aside, deciding some ordinary whiskey would be better. Flask full and shoved back in his pocket, he decided to finish the small amount left in the bottle.

“Come on, Rick. Did you really drag me back into the drafty old garage just to watch you get drunk? You need to go back to bed. And since you took my phone, let me use yours to call Mom again.” Morty complained, shivering a little and wrapping his arms around himself. Noticing that, Rick removed the top 3 blankets from the pile he was struggling to keep wrapped around himself and clumsily draped them around Morty’s shoulders.

“That’s not the only reason. But I agree with you. It’s freezing in here, and we’re leaving as soon as I’m done proving my point. *COUGH!* *COUGH!* Where’s the stupid thing?...” Rick groused, searching for something on, then under his workbench. After a moment, he found what he was looking for – the floating cubes from earlier, and the small computer that displayed their test results.

Rick pressed a few keys, and the “WARNING! WARNING! INFECTION DETECTED! INFECTION DETECTED!” alarms started to go off again, flashing lights included.

“Shut up! We know that part already!” Rick snapped, frantically pressing more keys to hurry up and get to the next stage. The alarm stopped, and three out of five cubes began levitating. Rick grabbed one out of the air, hitting a button to deactivate it, and tossed the unneeded cubes back under the workbench. One of the remaining two floated over his head, while the other hovered above Morty’s.

“Analyzing subject: Rick Sanchez!”

“Analyzing subject: Morty Smith!”

Rick drummed his fingers against his hip impatiently, eager for this to be over.

“Analysis complete. Subject: Rick Sanchez.”

“Analysis complete. Subject: Morty Smith.”

“Status: INFECTED! INFECTED!”

“Status: INFECTED! INFECTED!”

Rick and Morty both covered their ears as the cubes loudly announced their simultaneous findings.

“Ugh, tell us something we don’t know. Rick, you really *Cough!* need to make some serious adjustments to this system once you’re feeling better!” Morty complained, yelling to be heard over the cubes.

“Well aware of that, Morty. *COUGH!* *COUGH!* Come on, you stupid things. Let's get to the info we actually need.” Rick muttered, grabbing the cubes out of the air and handing Morty his. A small needle emerged from each cube to take blood samples from the two of them.

“Beginning analysis Stage 2: Identifying infection type.” the AI droned in unison with itself as the cubes processed the samples. 

“Infection type: Viral. Virus origin: Earth. Infection risk level is low, but contagion level is high. Beginning final virus identification now.” the computer system continued. Morty covered his ears again, while Rick resisted the urge to do so.

“Analysis complete. Infection in both subjects identified. Which subject would you like to display results for first?” the AI asked, thankfully no longer talking in stereo with itself. Rick grabbed Morty’s cube and pressed a button on it.

“Displaying test results for subject: Morty Smith. Infection identified as: A strain of rhinovirus, also known as the common cold.” the computer informed them both, displaying the results on the screen.

“Okay, I get it.” Morty sighed, sounding tired and defeated. He tugged on Rick’s arm and asked, “Can we please go back in the house now?”

“In a minute. Just in case you get it in your head that by total coincidence, you’ve caught a cold at the same time I’m suffering from at least two completely unrelated *COUGH! *COUGH!* diseases, we gotta do mine, too. Not like you didn’t already see my test results earlier today, but what *URP!* ever.”

Rick switched Morty’s cube with his own, and after a few seconds, the AI announced, “Displaying test results for subject: Rick Sanchez. Again. Infection identified as: A strain of rhinovirus, often referred to as the common cold. Which I already told you this morning. Just because you don’t like the answer, doesn’t mean repeating the test will get you a different one.”

Rolling his eyes at his computer’s sarcasm, Rick quietly asked Morty, “There. You satisfied now?” Morty nodded, and the two of them headed back into the house. They both collapsed onto the couch, sitting in opposite corners. Except for some coughs and sniffles, there was silence between them.

Rick broke it by asking, “So… pretty anticlimactic, huh? *Achoo!*” His voice was barely above a whisper now.

“Yeah, but that’s *Achoo!* a good thing.” Morty sighed, adjusting his blankets.

Rick tossed him a pillow and asked, “So, how are you feeling?”

“I’m… not sure? Like, not terrible, but not great, either. *Cough!* My throat’s a little scratchy and my head feels all fuzzy. Mostly I’m just tired and cold. This how yours started?”

Rick glanced sympathetically at Morty and said, “Yeah, pretty much. With any luck, it *SNIFF!* won’t get worse for you. Shouldn’t, since colds are usually so minor. Plus you’ve got youth on your side. Then again, that never did me any favors, so there’s no guarantee it *COUGH!* will for you, either.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I was the kid who always seemed to get hit worse by whatever bug was going around my stupid school than anybody else did. I told you my not dealing well with being sick isn’t a new thing.” Rick explained with an annoyed shrug.

“Sounds rough. I don’t think I’m like that. I mean, when was the last time I missed school because I was sick, and not because of you? It’s *Achoo!* been a long time. Can’t say I remember it happening much before, either. So good for me, I guess?” Morty commented, trying to picture Rick at his age or younger.

Rick nodded in agreement, then complained, “Y’know, despite being a germ magnet growing up, I somehow didn’t get the fucking chicken pox until it went through Beth’s preschool. Ugh. Now that was terrible. You’re young enough you just got the shot and never actually had it. Trust me, you’re lucky.” He scowled and shuddered a little at the memory.

Morty giggled at that mental image, then said, “Uh-huh. Aw geez, isn’t it like, kind of dangerous to get that as an adult?”

“Eh. Can be. Especially if you end up with secondary skin infections from uh, not listening when your wife tells you scratching with a busted robot arm is a bad idea.” Rick admitted sheepishly. Morty laughed a little more at that. Somehow, it didn’t surprise him that Rick had listened to reason just as badly 40 something years ago as he did now.

“Stop trying to picture it. *COUGH!* Anyway, that ordeal was hell on Earth for a solid month, but I recovered just fine. You see the point I’m trying to make here, Morty?” Rick grumbled, pretending to be annoyed by Morty’s amusement even though that had obviously been the point of telling that story.

“I guess.” Morty replied quietly, worry furrowing his brow again.

“What? Morty, you’ve seen my stupid test results twice now. Don’t tell me you think I fabricated them, or it’s another part of the detection system being broken?” Rick asked crossly.

“*SIGH!* No, I’m taking all that at face value. You have a bad cold. Nothing worse. It’s just… never mind.” Morty said, flipping through his notes again.

“Don’t do that shit. Whatever you’re gonna say, just say it.”

“Well, I read that complications from colds are rare, but they do happen. Especially if your health isn’t great to begin with, or you’re, you know, older. Like, I can’t shake this worry you could still get your wish and end up with pneumonia, Rick.” Morty admitted.

“Jesus Christ, Morty. Will you let it fucking go already?! What do I have to do to snap you out of this once and for all?” Rick yelled, setting off another series of coughs and instantly regretting raising his voice that much. Once the coughing subsided, he drank the rest of the water Morty had brought him earlier, tried to say something else… and discovered he couldn’t.

“It’s okay. We’ll talk about it later once you feel a little better. Morty told him, forcing a smile. Rick nodded, realizing he wouldn’t know what to say if he could talk. Another episode of the fishing show came on. This time, Gene-With-A-Beard was listing facts about tuna.

Just then, Jerry entered the room, saying, “I heard the alarms going off again. Does that mean the Mimicking Disease finally moved onto copying some other illness? I was a little scared to come check. Not to mention confused because I thought I still heard coughing. What’s going on?” Rick slapped his forehead, now even more annoyed he’d lost his voice.

“Dad, for the zillionth time, Rick lied about that. The alarms were just going off because we had to run the test again, and… *ACHOO!*” Morty tried to explain.

Caught off guard and further confused by the sneeze, Jerry asked, “Wait, you’re sick now, too?”

“Yeah, I caught Rick’s cold. It’s *Sniff!* not a big deal. Hey, Rick, gimme the tissues back.” Morty sighed, in no mood to deal with his father’s cluelessness. Rick handed him the nearly empty box.

“Let me get this straight. The whole scary, turns from one mystery disease to another at the drop of a hat illness, really was just a cover for having a cold?” Jerry asked, turning his attention to Rick.

Rick nodded, glaring at Jerry, while Morty said, “Yes, Dad. I told you that hours ago.”

Ignoring his son and staring intently at his father-in-law, Jerry continued, “And this cold is doing this much of a number on you? You’ve looked worse every time I’ve seen you today, Rick. That cough sounds brutal.” Unable to do anything else, Rick just continued glaring at Jerry, hating every second of this more than the last. He grabbed the tissue box back from Morty.

“Rick lost his voice. Just leave him alone and ask me if you have any more dumb questions, okay?” Morty said wearily.

“Seriously? I wouldn’t have thought Rick could even get a cold in the first place. I guess that’s why I didn’t listen to you earlier, Morty. But there’s no like, built-in robot voice to talk for him in case of a situation like this? That’s… surprising.”

“Maybe, but none of Rick’s implants are working.” Morty admitted. 

Rick gave him an absolutely furious glare, mouthing and trying to yell, “What the fuck?!”

“What? Dad knowing that changes nothing, Rick. Besides, Mom should be home soon. I hope. And she’ll pick up on it after spending two minutes with you.” Morty pointed out. Rick wanted to argue, but quickly realized he couldn’t, both because of his laryngitis and the fact Morty was right. He angrily turned away from both Morty and Jerry, burrowing into his blanket pile.

“Holy shit, really? Is that like, a normal thing that happens when he gets sick?” Jerry asked, clearly surprised by this new information.

“Yes, really. And I don’t know if it’s normal or not. Rick wouldn’t give me a straight answer. But that *Cough!* doesn’t matter right now, Dad. What does is now that you finally know what’s going on, you can help us. Like, actually help. Not come up with some harebrained, save the day with anime plan, then go sulk for hours when you realize that won’t do shit.” Morty answered.

“Right, right. You both need medicine. More tissues, obviously. Have either of you even eaten today?”

“Not much, no.” Morty said. Rick just shrugged angrily under his blankets.

“I’ll make soup. But I should probably go to the store first before it closes.” Jerry said.

“Yes, you should.” Morty agreed. Jerry put on his jacket and was about to head out the door, when something occurred to him, and he turned back towards the kitchen.

“Dad, you’re going the wrong way. Please don’t get sidetracked again. It’s really important you just go to the store now.” Morty sighed, worried his father was getting distracted by another nonsense idea.

“In a minute, I promise. I just have to check if there’s any ingredients I’m missing. While I’m doing that, you two write down what you need when I go shopping.” Jerry replied. As he disappeared into the kitchen, he added, “Actually, maybe only Morty do that. Sorry, Rick, but I’m not going on any errands to planet Flim Flam or the Garblygook dimension for you tonight.” Still unable to reply to that verbally, Rick stuck one hand out from under the blankets to flip Jerry off. Morty grabbed his notebook – at least Rick hadn’t portalled that to God knows where – and started writing things down. A few minutes later, Jerry came back, carrying a tray with two steaming mugs on it.

“It’s not going to cure you or anything. I mean, no one can cure the common cold. Though come to think of it, Rick, I’m really surprised you can’t. I mean, you’d think that would be easy compared to making clones or that gun that kills a person by making their organs fight each other, but…” Jerry began. Rick tried to kick him, but, not taking into consideration that he couldn’t see where Jerry was, only succeeded in kicking over the coffee table.

“Dad, shut up! You do kinda have a point, but now is not the time!” Morty interrupted, righting the tipped over table. That done, he asked, “What have you got there? Please don’t tell me it’s some olde timey home remedy your great-great grandparents swore cured everything, even though no one they knew lived past 40.” Under his layers of blankets, Rick laughed silently at that.

“Yes and no. But since you’re both being so ungrateful, maybe I shouldn’t give this to you.” Jerry scoffed.

“Look, Dad, it’s been a long day. And between Rick thinking he could fix this by making the germs people-sized, or people germ-sized, and the crazy shit I found online, I’ve had it with… unconventional cold remedies, okay? I just want you to go to the store and come back with *Achoo!* actual medicine.” Morty sighed.

Jerry’s expression softened, and he replied, “As I was saying, it’s not a cure, but this tea will make the two of you feel better. It has honey from my bees. And I guess this counts as an ‘olde-timey home remedy’, but for your information, honey has been scientifically proven to help with coughs and sore throats. I made sure to put a lot in yours, Rick.”

“Thanks, Dad. Here.” Morty said, grabbing the mug Jerry had placed in front of him and handing him the small shopping list. After thinking it over for a few seconds, Rick uncovered his head, sat up a little straighter and turned around. Still glaring at Jerry, he grabbed his mug of tea and took a sip.

“I’m assuming the only reason you’re not thanking me is that you can’t talk right now, so you’re welcome.” Jerry said smugly. Rick ignored him, grabbing the shopping list and pen. After scribbling down a few things, he shoved the list back into Jerry’s hand.

“Is your writing always this messy, or just when you don't feel well? What am I looking at here, Rick?” Jerry asked, trying to puzzle out Rick’s terrible handwriting. Morty took the list and looked it over. After a few seconds, he said, “He just wants you to get cough drops, but not the strawberry flavored kind. There’s like a paragraph about why those suck, and then ‘Try not to fuck this up, Jerry. I know that’s hard for you, but try.” Morty handed the list back to Jerry, who headed for the door, grabbed an umbrella, and finally left to go shopping. Once he was sure Jerry was gone, Rick quickly downed the rest of his tea. Alone again, he and Morty sat there, half listening to the television.

[strawberrykisseslia]

Vanessa Shelly x F! reader

this was slightly inspired by White dress by Lana Del Rey :) not really the story of the song but the vibe(?) so yea! :D

TW: none; fluff, first love thing, harmless flirting, slight angst with alternative ending, waitress reader

A/N: this is my first work that I actually post so please be kind 😭 i already wrote ffs before but never posted them; English is not my first language so, sorry if I make any grammar mistakes, i dont bother to correct them+ im dyslexic but I'll try my best <3

have a pleasant reading time!

~~~

As always you were working in your favorite diner as a waitress. It was a pretty calm job so you liked it, not the night shifts though, because it was open 24/0.

In the few past months you noticed that a woman always came every morning and always on the same exact time. You never really talked to her more than taking her order, you were too busy. The woman was a police officer so she was also almost always in a hurry.

Today was different. It was pouring rain outside and there weren't many people in. However, your favorite costumer came though. She was wearing her raincoat and the hood was on her. When she came in she took off the hood and gave you a small smile. "The usual?" Your voice broke the silence. She slightly chuckled and nodded while leaning against the counter. "I think you already memorized it well, no?" You turned around and started to make her coffee. A soft chuckle left your lips. "How couldn't I?" She smiled before crossing her arms. You turned your head back and smiled at her. She extremely gorgeous and attractive, how didn't you notice this before? You did now.

Silence filled the almost empty diner, the only sound was the coffee machine. "I'm Vanessa Shelly, by the way. How about you?" Her voice was also soothing. You turned back and faced her while placing down the coffee, sugar and milk down on the counter before you and her. "Y/N L/N." You looked down and started putting the milk and sugar into the coffee. "I like the sounding of your name. How old are you? You seem pretty young." She tilted her head to the side while looking up and down at you. She noticed that your uniform were different from the other waitress's. Yours were white, it suited you just well. You were beautiful even in your uniform.

"I'm 19." You smiled and slided the coffee towards her and you put away the ingredients. She took a sip of her coffee. "Then I was right. You are still pretty young." You nodded, your sweet smile never leaving your face. "Can I ask how old you are?" You were slightly scared by asking her. She sounded more older than you. "I'm already 30." She chuckled and put the coffee down. You were slightly surprised by her age since she looked a lot younger. You would have guessed she is in her early 20s like you. "You don't seem like in a hurry like the other days." You mentioned. She looked at you pretty confusedly. "You noticed?" She smiled. "Today is a bit more chilling than the others. I only have some job to do during afternoon." You were slightly surprised by that but you were also happy that you at least got the chance to talk with her.

After the little chat you had with her, you had to go back to the other customers because finally people came in so it wasn't all empty anymore. Some time later you notice Vanessa wasn't there anymore. You sighed, feeling down because you didn't have the chance to say bye to her. You hoped she comes tomorrow like always.

~~~

"Baby! Look what I've found!" Your voice filled the house. You were in front of your closet. In your hand there was your old white dress that you wear when you first had your conversation with Vanessa. It was nostalgic to see it again after years of it being at the closets darkest corner.

Vanessa came up to you to your shared bedroom with a small smile. She walked up to your side and noticed the dress in your hand. A wave of nostalgia went through her and a bigger smile went on her lips. "Oh my god! Is that the dress you were working in when we first met? It's been so long since I last seen it!" She laughed lightly. You nodded and smiled. "It's been a while... Should I try it on some time?" You turned around and put the dress down on the bed. Looking down at it, it was still in good conditions, you only needed to wash and it would be better than ever. "I would love to see it on you again." Her voice was filled with nothing other than love. She put her arm around your waist and kissed your forehead. "I love you." You giggled and turned to face her. You put your arms around her neck and gently stroked her hair that was down. Her beautiful green eyes looking into yours and that loving and that gorgeous smile you fell in love with was smiling at you. "I love you too. More than anything."

I only mention it cause it was such a scene and I felt seen.

~ALTERNATIVE ENDING:

"Baby! Look what I've found!" Your voice filled the house. You were in front of your closet. In your hand there was your old white dress that you wear when you first had your conversation with Vanessa. It was nostalgic to see it again after years of it being at the closets darkest corner.

Your girlfriend came in with curiosity to your shared bedroom. "What is it?" She asked. Her voice was much different from Vanessa's. It was a lot harsher but of course, you loved your girlfriend so much but somehow... you still remember to Vanessa's voice and always fantasize about it.

You smiled at her. "Looked what I've found..." You repeated yourself and turned to face her. She came closer to you. "Oh! Was that your old uniform?" She smiled. "It must nostalgic to see it again. Probably it holds many dear memories to you, no?" You nodded and looked down at the dress in your hand.

"Truly. Many dear memories."

'I only mention it cause it was such a scene and I felt seen.'

[foodfightnovelization]

Foodfight! The (OFFICIAL) Video Game

Yes, you read the title right! No it's not the fangame I made a couple months ago, this is the real deal, the whole enchilada, the ACTUAL Foodfight! tie-in game! Shortly after ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight was released, its creator Ziggy, myself, and everyone else in the Foodfight! community thought we'd found everything there was left to find. After all, we'd uncovered the workprint, the novelization, almost all the original footage, Ziggy had interviewed countless people who worked on the movie, some character models had even been found...so that was it, right? But as I hinted at in my last few posts, the Foodfight! story wasn't quite over yet.

Reese, a friend of Ziggy's, had reached out to one of the developers involved in the Foodfight! tie-in game that was set to be released alongside the movie, and shortly after ROTTEN came out, Ziggy also managed to get in touch with them. One thing led to another and we were sent a HUGE 10GB folder of art, documents, models, and footage related to the game. What you see above is a concept submission trailer created to show off the game and what it'd look like, similar to the pitch reel created for the movie itself. Needless to say, this blew our minds! If you've read my previous post on the subject, you'll know that up until now the only thing anyone had EVER seen of this game was a few seconds of grainy footage from E3 2006. To go from that to a whole stockpile of material from its development was INCREDIBLE! To learn more about how this found its way into our hands, I'll direct you to a blog post from Ziggy himself, explaining a little more about the game's developers (and relaying a truly hilarious story about Larry Kasanoff)

However, I want to talk more about the INCREDIBLE plethora of material included in the folder that was shared with us. Ziggy uploaded everything he was sent to archive.org, so I'll link it below if you'd like to peruse the files yourself, but keep reading if you want to know more about what's included!

Just to start off with, the footage from the above concept trailer and the assorted screenshots- doesn't it just look awesome? It's way more visually appealing than the finished movie ended up looking, for one thing, and it's seemingly inspired more by the early pre-motion capture footage than anything that came later on. It's also just mindblowing to finally see all this, to suddenly go from knowing basically nothing about the game to knowing so much about it! And best of all...doesn't this just look EXACTLY like a movie tie-in game from the mid 2000s? I mean, that shouldn't be too surprising, that's exactly what it is, but tie-in games of that era had a very specific look and feel and this just takes me right back to that. Remember the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory game where you're racing around on a trashcan lid, the Spider-Man game where you're running around Oscorp avoiding security robots, or the Incredibles game where you're rushing through a burning building fighting guys with flamethrowers? Doesn't this just look EXACTLY like one of those?

And you might be thinking "it's too bad we only have a few minutes of footage and some screenshots, I wish we could know even more about what the game would've been like". Well, your wish just came true! Buried deep in the files is a copy of the game's design documents, telling us EXACTLY how each level would've played out! (If you're struggling to find it, it's in AUDIO> Final Drop> FF> Docs) So not only do we get to see a ton of what the game would've looked like, we also get to see how the whole thing would've come together, with 26 action-packed levels consisting of a variety of different gameplay types. Looking at several other files, it seems like the number of levels may have been cut down to 15 later in development, but hey, it's fairly common for design docs to be more complex than the finished game. Regardless, reading about everything they had planned...this really is the ultimate stereotypical tie-in game. I mean, just look at some of these level descriptions! Isn't this every movie-based game you've ever played, all rolled into one? You can bet your boxtop if it had made it all the way through development, it'd easily have the honor of being one of the few tie-in games BETTER than the movie it was based off, although considering how the finished film turned out maybe that's not saying much.

Based on what the developers said in the article linked above, it's unclear exactly how much of the game was finished before it was cancelled, and unfortunately it's incredibly unlikely they'll ever be able to compile a build together to send our way. However, there's just SO much included in this folder it's hard to complain. Not only do we get basically a complete picture of how the game would've come together from all the documents, screenshots, audio, cutscenes and footage included, there are all kinds of additional files that are both interesting and incredibly useful.

Not only are there models and environments from the game itself (unfortunately the only character model included seems to be Dex), there are also models of the ENTIRE CAST taken directly from the earlier version of the movie! Every main character is here, from Dex to Sunshine to Mr Leonard, as well as a bunch of other models such as Dan's plane and cockpit. This is HUGE, and I can't wait to see what talented artists will do with all these resources. At the time I'm writing this, someone already ported several of the models into SFM (Source Filmmaker) and another made several animations in Blender!

I'm sure even more will happen soon, but right now this is pretty incredible. Who thought this would EVER happen? That one day we'd have models of every main character, a complete workprint of the movie from 2005, a tie-in novelization, footage of the long-sought after videogame, and so, so much more. In the span of less than a year, Foodfight! went from some of the most obscure lost media of all time to some of the most well-documented lost media of all time. We have so much there's no way I'd ever even be able to discuss it all, that's how far we've come in the past few months.

Seriously, I've barely even scratched the surface of what's in this folder. There are 3D cutscenes from the game, 2D cutscenes, concept art for the planned toy line, footage of prototypes of those toys in action, MORE gameplay footage, previously unseen storyboards not included in the workprint, raw audio of Charlie Sheen's voice sessions from the movie, tons of songs from the game, the entire score from the movie, and that's STILL not everything! I mean, holy chips! I STRONGLY encourage you to download the folder for yourself and take a look...maybe you'll even find something I haven't yet?

I really think that with this folder now out in the public, this is as much closure on Foodfight! as we'll ever get. I know I always say that and then there's some amazing discovery a few months later, but this is just such a huge smorgasbord of material that I don't even think we can count Foodfight! as lost media anymore...okay, we haven't found absolutely everything so it's partially found media at best, but could you really ask for more than all this? We have countless models from the movie, design docs and footage from the planned tie-in game, early drafts of the script, we know EXACTLY what the movie and game were going to be like before everything collapsed... now, if you're so inclined you can take all that and make something out of all of it, but me? I'm pretty satisfied just having the knowledge. Knowing what could've been before it all fell apart, getting to see so much I never thought I'd get a chance to see... right now, I'd say my Foodfight! cravings have been satiated. Unless another monumental discovery is unearthed anytime soon (at this point I wouldn't be surprised), I think there's really not much more to say. If nothing comes up in a month or two, I'll make a post showing off my personal collection of Foodfight! merchandise, an epilogue to the past year I've spent obsessing over this movie. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy the absolute treasure trove of Foodfight! material that's been discovered! Dig through it all! Make something out of it! There's so much in these files, you could create your OWN Foodfight!, with blackjack and hookers!

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Backslide Chapter 1

Fandom: Leverage

Cross-Posted: AO3 and FF

Summary:

They stopped Damien Moreau. They put him in jail in San Lorenzo where he'd never be able to hurt anyone else, and Eliot thought he was finally, finally free.

And then Moreau escaped.

And he has one last job for Eliot: to kill his team and anyone else he's gotten close to since leaving.

“Eliot. My dear, dear Eliot. It’s so good to see you.”

The voice came out of the darkness like it always did in Eliot’s dreams, slicking over his skin like blood. It was always the same—Eliot was alone, walking home from the brewpub or one of the others’ apartments, searching for his car in the parking garage, locking up after the last shift. Always just him and the shadows and the voice, pinning him with fear the way Eliot used to do to others.

Eliot said the same thing he always said in his dreams. 

“You’re not here. You’re in jail in San Lorenzo, and you’re never getting out.”

“Did you learn that in therapy?” Moreau chuckled. He took a step out of the shadows, just enough for the hazy streetlights to illuminate his face.

“You’re not here,” Eliot repeated.

A satisfied grin curled at the corners of Moreau’s mouth. “At least you haven’t forgotten me. I wondered when I didn’t get any letters. Not even a postcard.”

This wasn’t possible. Moreau’s incarceration was permanent—was supposed to be permanent. It was over. This had to be another dream. But Eliot was no stranger to nightmares, and he’d learned years ago how to wake himself up when a dream turned dark.

And he wasn’t waking up.

“What do you want?” Eliot said. His voice came out solid and even, but if anyone could detect the hint of a tremor in his words, it would be Moreau.

“I’m here to offer you a job. And before you say no,” Moreau said, cutting off Eliot’s compulsive refusal. “You really ought to hear what it is.”

“What?” Eliot whispered.

The figure before him grinned and spread his hands wide. “Certainly you didn’t expect to get away with your little stunt consequence-free, did you? I know you like to play the fool, my dear Eliot, but you’re much smarter than that. I let you go once before because I figured you’d come back eventually. You know that saying—if you love something, let it go and it will return? I always figured you’d return. But now... now an example must be made. So. The job is to kill your family, your friends, anyone with whom you’ve made the tiniest connection, down to the little old lady you chat with in line at the grocery store. Anyone you have stained with your filthy presence—starting with Nathan Ford and the rest of your little crusaders. Their lives will be your punishment.”

The air inside Eliot’s lungs went cold, seeping into his blood, his brain. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Professional courtesy,” Moreau shrugged. “For old time’s sake. I did like you once, Eliot.”

“I’m not going to—”

“Well, that’s certainly your choice,” Moreau interrupted. “But the job doesn’t go away simply because you refuse it. Either way, anyone with the least connection to you is going to die. I just thought you might want some control over how they died.” 

“You listen to me, Moreau,” Eliot snarled. He surged into the alley, but Moreau stepped back until he was swallowed by shadows once more. Eliot followed, twisting to find the threat like he had thousands of times before, but there was nothing. The alley was empty.

“You have three days, Eliot,” said Moreau’s voice, filling the space like fog. “Then I hire someone else.”

“Moreau!” 

The faint echo of laughter bounced around the alley, but everything else was still. Moreau was gone. Eliot was alone again.

Eliot’s knees hit the pavement before he realized they’d collapsed. He waited to wake up, waited for the chill in his bones to fade, but he stayed there in the damp alley as the minutes ticked by. Three days. He had three days to protect every person he’d ever had any kind of relationship with. He had three days to contact anyone he knew who might take a job from Moreau and beg them to steer clear.

Or he had three days to hunt down Moreau and take care of the problem once and for all.