#i can only apologise for taking as long as i have with this reply!! i've been so awol for ages

[cursivebloodlines]

An eyebrow quirked at that ‘hopefully’ comment, a little hint of a grin pulling at her lips. “You want to get used to being called Mouse? Strange man - or should I say, strange mouse…” she mused, humming happily at the thought. She’d heard stranger things before from a various number of people, this was nothing in comparison. However, there was a part of her wondered if there was another hidden meaning instead. Could it have been…the idea of getting used to her, perhaps? Too soon to tell, and she berated herself for her wandering thoughts, mentally rolling her eyes at the notion. She was really getting ahead of herself, perhaps too ahead. For goodness sake, she hadn’t even set foot inside at that point. But now she was, gladly trotting behind him as Sam led the way, taking in the surroundings, how his place was decorated, etc. It was nice, warm and inviting were the vibes she got. “You know, I think this is the first time someone has told me to mind my head…” Lydia said, laughing it off. She was quite short, though had been told in the past her fiery attitude made up for her petite height. 

Stepping through the threshold that brought them out on to the balcony, she was immediately floored by the view. Yes, he was definitely correct about that. “The view is lovely,” she instantly said, smiling brightly over at him as she got herself situated in one of the seats.  This was all nice. Very nice. Of course he had lots of questions, he was a detective. It was part of the job, was it not? She would’ve pointed it out any other time but funnily enough, she found herself quite content just to listen to him talk. Better than whatever word vomit had left her mouth only seconds prior. The deadly joke comment earned a laugh tumbling from her lips, shaking her head at Sam as she took a sip from her glass. “Actually, I think that was a deadly joke,” Lydia pointed out with a wry grin. “And you would be surprised what humour can come from working with the dead. I know technically you do but… I don’t know where I was going with that.” Again with the word vomit. She was usually better than this. What was getting into her? 

Brows raised at the flurry of questions, she tilted her head a fraction. She noticed how Sam seemed to be asking the easy stuff, first. Which was smart, and she didn’t mind answering. With Lydia, it depended. Sometimes she was an open book, out with it with no questions asked. It was an illusion; the deeper you go, the more closed off she was, though she would try and hide that with coming out with some other random shit to make her seem so ‘open.’ She was a tough nut to crack. Only more so over recent years. Talking about herself was something she didn’t mind, per se, but she preferred to learn about other people. But she could try. That much was true. About to answer his question, sipping her drink again, Sam made a comment about it sounding like a chat show and that earned another soft laugh from her mouth. “It would feel chat show like if you suddenly went,” Lydia paused, clearing her throat for added effect as she put on a voice, her best attempt to sound like a chat show host. “Lydia Collins, come on down. How was that?” Awaiting his reaction, she hid behind her glass as a smirk threatened to spread across her lips. “But to answer your questions: I’m from Detroit, and I’ve been a forensic pathologist for… a good few years now, I think. I got told a lot when I first started that I looked too young to be one. Not my fault I was capable of sailing through and becoming qualified a bit earlier than most.” She shrugged. Little did she know there was more to that story, and that her father’s meddling had something to do with that. But for all this time, she genuinely believed it had been her sheer hard work and perseverance. “How about you? Where are you from, how long have you been a detective for? What made you decide to become a detective?” An extra question for added curiosity. It showed more interest than just throwing his original questions back at him.

“Okay okay” he chuckled as she called him mouse. “I’m going to have to get used to that…well hopefully” he added the last bit, reminding himself that well, she might not want to get used to spending her time with him. But something told him, he had a shot here. “Right this way” he said and lead the way to the balcony, it was a large window they had to climb out of the get onto it, “it’s not a door per-se, so just mind your head” he said as he climbed out and showed her the seats he had. They weren’t used all that often, seeing as he didn’t usually have a lot of friends over. He had a small circle, and he was glad to keep it that way.

He laughed at her ramblings, and shook his head when she’d finished. “No actually… I haven’t thought of anything new, but I do have lots of questions because, well I don’t have much to go on right now…you live downstairs, but there’s not much humour in that, I know you work with dead people…and there’s even less humour in that” he said, trailing off a bit at the end but couldn’t help but let out a laugh too. “Maybe I could say I don’t have any deadly jokes….” He said, and raised his eye brows, his hand extended in a “how was that one” motion while he sipped his beer. “But I need more…if you don’t mind that is…but uhh, where are you from? Have you been doing your job long?” He started, he was thinking of adding some more questions but thought best to just leave her begin talking about herself. “I hope this doesn’t feel quite so…chat show like” he laughed, wanting to add that I just want to get to know you, but left it on his tongue instead.

[galedekarios]

plagiarism in the bg3 fandom

disclaimer: this post should not be taken as a springboard to harrass anyone involved.

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as i've stated previously, i didn't want to make this post because i have a lot going on in real life, but i have been watching this being done to others and myself for months now and i can't not speak about my experience anymore.

laiostoudenn (prev urls: lathanderr/spellbooking/wizardblood) is a plagiarist and he has a history of stealing from other creators like @minthara, @mercymaker, @onewingedangels and others.

in this post, i, finally and after much and long deliberation, want to add my voice to theirs.

i'll try to give a chronological overview of what happened as i have come to experience it, through others and myself, and as condensed as possible and to make it easier for myself to tell:

the story

i became aware of this new blog after he @ me and he messaged me. he's been following me. i was slow to engage because i have a lot of things going on in my real life that cost me a lot of energy during the day. i have also grown cautious of too quickly becoming close to strangers online. i became aware, however, that he had been doing this with multiple bigger creators in this space, like my friend @hawke, who is also a creator in the bg3 space, and who has experienced the same behaviour. they asked me if i knew him and i replied that i did not.

that was it for me at that point and i didn't engage much beyond that because i didn't know him and i thought nothing of it - until later.

during that time, whenever i saw his creations pop up increasingly, either in the tags or on my dash, i noticed more and more that they looked familiar to the works of others, from @minthara, to @mercymaker, to @onewingedangels and other creators, including myself.

it was then confirmed that i wasn't simply imagining things when, months ago, two creators were brave enough to speak up about the fact that he has been plagiarising gifsets and edits from them:

@minthara and @mercymaker:

@onewingedangels original set posted on 31st december 2023:

his set posted on 29th january 2024 (now deleted):

this was done without consent, and after he had already copied prior sets from @onewingedangels.

i would greatly recommend reading the posts shared above, and looking at the examples provided in it, so that you get a clear picture of what's happening here. it's not one isolated incident.

if you take a look at the notes in the post, you can also see other creators speaking about their experiences.

@minthara has recently also uploaded a google docs with the screenshots of the sets stolen from them because they either have been deleted, or lead to nothing due to now multiple url changes.

i was made aware today that he, following the first posts detailing @minthara and @mercymaker's experiences, apologised at first and admitted to what he's been doing on 31st march 2024:

but sadly, this wasn't to last, and the opportunity to learn and grow wasn't taken.

instead what happened was now painted as "bullying" from other creators, as "clique" behaviour and as "gatekeeping", despite many of us operating independently from each other. i, myself, have only started speaking to one other creator involved now that i have noticed the stealing and copying still ongoing.

i have in my time on this website never gatekept anything. i have shared metas, gifsets, creations, mods, art, tutorials, and many other things freely.

but back to the matter at hand: after he has been trying to ingratiate himself to me for some time now, following me, unfollowing me, and refollowing me again until i blocked him for my own mental health, i tried to remain civil before this point, engaging rarely if at all, hoping everything would go away on its own - which was a mistake in hindsight, i realise - i noticed that once again he's been lifting entire concepts and frame-by-frame gifs and sets from me.

things that he now claims - likely after he has been made aware of my prior personal posts and @minthara and @mercymaker's post circulating again by being reblogged by other people who have been affected) - were simply "remade" or "expanded" upon, that he may have been "subconsciously" influenced, while simultaneously claiming that he didn't know these sets existed in the first place, that he came up with the ideas independently, and that it's simply inevitable to use the same scenes because it's a limited game.

this doesn't hold up under scrutiny, however.

i want to make clear that i very much understand and that i am acutely aware that i do not own scenes and i do not own mods or outfits. however, what i do like to pride myself on is coming up with concepts and scene choices and captions accompanying these concepts that are unique, inspired by my metas, headcanons pertaining to gale and my own ocs altonaufein and karl, all of which i have seen copied by him several times now.

this is not as simple as simply gifing the same lines of dialogue from a scene as he and others supporting him are now postulating and i want to make that very, very clear.

another reason why this statement doesn't hold up under any scrutiny and, what ultimately confirmed my suspicion that he has been copying me, was when he - after the first post exposing his behaviour by @minthara and @mercymaker was made - reached out to me, asking if it it's ok to copy a gifset i made (note: again, this happened after he was called out for plagiarising the first time):

i didn't respond quickly enough, so he went ahead and posted it without waiting for my response (the response i gave him is pictured above and for transparancy, i responded about a day later bc of work and irl obligations).

below you can see the stolen post and what i managed to save from it:

the set was a 1:1 copy. he wanted a version for his oc so bad that he went ahead and stole my concept anyhow, without even waiting for the permission he asked for.

he went to take it down after my reply, made cautious most likely by his still fresh callout done in march 2024 by @minthara and @mercymaker, and i thought the issue was resolved and it wouldn't happen again, that he wouldn't take again without asking, despite having been told not only by myself, but by other creators as well, no. we are not comfortable.

but no. he "remade" the set, switching out gifs while complaining about how he "had to make it original":

my set in question was made on 1st february 2024, he reached out to me on 22nd april 2024 to "remake" the set. he is well aware of the existence of these ideas and concepts and sets he wants to copy, underlined by the need to ask for permission when it's simply too obvious to otherwise deny.

it's no coincidence.

like others have had the experience, i too noticed that he often would not engage with content he planned on stealing or did go through with stealing. he would sometimes present it as his own "remake" of a set he did, of another he was "inspired" or wanted to "expand upon", sometimes crediting, sometimes crediting someone largely unrelated, sometimes and, more often, not crediting.

as i mentioned above, this was not the first and not the only set/concept, which he copied from me - whether that was before asking or after asking, or not asking at all, if it was ok to copy.

i use this example mainly to show a clear pattern of behaviour that exists across the board: he takes concepts from other creators and inserts his own oc and/or favourite character into it because he wants a version of it so very badly. it does not matter if said creator might be hurt, if they told him no, or if they exposed his behaviour before. it doesn't matter how old the set is or how recent.

it is still going on today, the only difference is that he has stopped asking at all once again.

my story completely echoes that of @minthara and @mercymaker's.

concrete examples

i will now go into more detail about the concept sets he's been copying, include the caption or quote attached to it. i'm sorry that these will not be in chronological fashion. i will add at a later point, just like @minthara has done, a google document to better do side by side comparisons, highlight the similarities visually even more, and preserve some of the sets, which have now been deleted by him as recently as today:

the theme of hands in gale's romance

-> mine posted on 23rd september 2023

versus

-> his 1 posted on 24th february 2024

-> his 2 posted on 17th june 2024

i want to preface this by saying that the theme of hands was and still is incredibly important to story of my oc altonaufein and has concept of romance with gale. again, while i do not own these scenes, i wished to highlight a theme that i identified as poignant and profound within the relationship context. it's also why i added the poetry and quotes accompanying the set.

notice how even the caption format matches. the only thing lacking are my quotes / poems.

the format matches almost entirely: gifs from the same scenes (pulling gale out of the portal, the bench scene in an illusionary waterdeep, the astral sea scene, the boat scene, and more of the boat scene). the only thing that was added in this gifset are scenes that weren't available to me back then, namely the updated proposal scene, the kisses patches, and the epilogue as they came out well after i made my original gifset.

the second re-make even contains a gif that's not only the same minute detail of a larger scene - one that anyone who played gale's romance knows contains a multitude of other parts that could have been used - but also the same frames:

mine vs his:

i suppose adding that one to the original post with the same format i had chosen for mine would have made it too obvious, but that is only speculation.

gale + missing waterdeep/home

-> mine posted on 30th september 2023

versus

-> his (deleted on 18th july 2024) so i will have to include screenshots so you may compare:

same caption format, overlapping scenes chosen, only new additions are of content that wasn't available to me back when i first made my original set (the epilogue, kiss patches and proposal scene).

an attempt at "credit" even though he is only referencing my tags on an entirely separate set of a different creator, not the concept i came up with in my original set months prior.

and even though i have told him no before, just like others have told him no before.

i think it speaks volumes that this set is now, like some others, have been suddenly and coincidentally deleted.

gale of waterdeep vs gale dekarios

-> mine posted on 20th november 2023

versus

-> his posted on 13th may 2024

the concept is entirely the same, the scenes are largely overlapping, again, the caption format is almost entirely identical, with the sole difference of me including the full quote and devnotes as i'm wont to do.

gale + i love you

-> mine posted 16th september 2023

versus

-> his 2 (a "remake" of an "older" set of "his") posted on 13th may 2024

again, the concept is entirely the same, it's same caption format, the scenes largely overlap, some of the gifs added that were not available to me when i made my set (which, again, would include the epilogue, kisses patches, and the updated proposal scene).

mermay gale

-> mine posted on 13th may 2024

versus

-> his posted on 21st may 2024

it's the same concept again, the caption format is similar, it's the same setting (camp at baldur's gate), the same armour, the same armour tint, the same 3/4 pose except mirrored, and, this time, his tags were inspired too:

my tag: #i have the worst art block still and virtually no time but i still wanted to do smth for mermay so have this

his tag: #i can't do art so heres my mermay contribution i guess

copied oc post

-> mine posted on (likely) 30th september 2021

versus

-> his originally posted on may 7th 2024, which has also now been deleted on 18th july 2024:

the only thing different was the font. sadly, i deleted my oc post since i have redesigned some of them and wanted to make an updated version of it in the future.

thankfully i found the link on my friends blog, @ayrennaranaaldmeri.

as you can see, all of these happened after the first cases of plagiarism and after i personally told him that i'm not comfortable with him "remaking" my concept sets as his.

conclusion

there are many other sets that i suspect have been copied or plagiarised, i want to remain objective, however, and include the ones i feel are the most damning examples, supported by the fact that he has been deleting some of them today while again, trying to set up his narrative to his audience.

again, i want to highlight the pattern is here with him. my post is not the first, my suspicious are the first.

he knows what he is doing wrong, highlighted by the fact of trying to ask for permission, by deleting sets in question, by, at first, apologising, whilst now talking about "gatekeeping", "bullying", "inevitable repeats of scenes", "taking inspiration", "scrolling by", being "subconsciously" influenced, etc.

as a conclusion, i can say nothing more on this topic other than that i'm very sad. it doesn't give me joy. it stressed me immensely then and it still does now. i wish he'd have taken the already admitted wrong-doing to heart and grown from it, instead of attempting to change the narrative and doubling down on his past behaviour, not examining what he has done and is doing several times over by now.

i have blocked him now, as have done many others, and will not engage further with him. we have been through this before and at this point, i don't think he will change.

what i do very much hope, however, is that this is the last i hear of this happening.

edit:

updated the links to lead to his "archive" so you can access the stolen sets that he still hasn't deleted and seems to have no intentions of doing so.

[gguk-n]

Mission- Cheer up Logan

I've just had a sad dream with Logan in it and I told him how much I love him and how important he is after watching all the shit Williams and Vowles have been doing. I need this to heal myself. I hope it heals everyone rooting for Logan too

Summary- Literal Logan fluff.

Y/N didn't dislike many people and hate would be a strong word in her dictionary but right now James Vowles and the Williams racing team made her hate them with the tirade they had going against her poor boyfriend which was pissing her off; worst of all, it was affecting Logan. Her happy puppy of a boyfriend was lost. He would either be at work or looking lost and depressed at home. They no longer had witty conversations going on or Y/N teasing Logan any and every chance she got. He would barely smile at her at times. So, Y/N took it upon herself to make her Logan happy.

It was one of those days, the weather was bright and sunny, Logan didn't have to go to work and the previous GP may have been bad but it was slightly better. It was around 9 and they were still in bed. Y/N woke up to Logan 'asleep' at least he pretended to be. She knew him like the back of her hand and every time he acted like he was sleeping his eyes would be shut tight. This habit of his made her smile. She looked up at him while resting her palms against his chest.

Y/N POV

"Good morning, baby boy" I whispered followed by a kiss on the lip which was followed by a grunt and covering his face with the blanket. "Babe, we need to good shopping, we're out of everything." I emphasised. "You can do that alone" he said, still under the duvet. "Yes but you know I hate shopping alone and I wanna show off my super hot racer boyfriend to the world, come on." I said while pulling the covers off. His big blue eyes met mine and I pouted my lips. "I won't take long, I promise. Pinky promise." I exclaimed while holding out my pinky. "You're hurting my ribs, babe." came a strangled cry only to notice my elbow jabbing his ribs. I giggled while apologising and dragging him to the bathroom. We were dressed in 20 minutes and out the door. As Logan started the car, he looked at me and said, "The only reason you're taking me along is so that I can drive you there, right?" I was appalled at the accusation but replied with a smile, "one of the reasons, babe." I said. He laughed asking, "Couldn't you drive there yourself?" "Why would I do something when I have a pro who can do it for me." Logan shook his head. "I have the hottest formula 1 driver at my beck and call so am not even allowed to show him off; is an atrocity I say." dramatically sighing. Logan let out a big laugh, one I hadn't heard pass his lips in ages. It made my heart flutter and tears spring up in my eyes.

The car ride was filled with singing along to songs playing on the radio which we hadn't done in so long. It felt nice to be able to have my Logan back. The trip to the grocery store was uneventful. Once back, I made quick work of putting every thing away. I went back to Logan sat on the couch in the living room and made myself comfortable on his lap, "darling, what would you like for dinner?" He was pulled back from whatever thought he had as I sat on his lap, "Pizza and Pasta" He said. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "What about we go on a date?" Logan looked at me quizzically. "It could be a home date, like the good old days. We could cook together and then dress up to have dinner together. I even bought a few dresses I didn't get to show you." I elaborated.

Logan's POV

In all honesty I couldn't care what we did. I didn't really wanna go out and getting dressed just to eat at home was such a waste of time. But I couldn't say no, when her face was literally hoping for me to say yes. She kept looking at me expectantly and I didn't wanna let another person down, so I agreed. The way her face lit was better than winning any GP. She leaned in and gave me the sloppiest kiss and pulled me to the kitchen to help her cook. I would never say I could cook when Y/N did all the heavy lifting. "Baby boy, you look lost in thought. Is there another woman that is occupying your thoughts?" she said in a southern accent while placing both her arms around my shoulder and wrapping them around my neck. It made my breathe hitch; the effect this woman had on me even after so many years was shocking to say the least. I placed my hands on her waist and replied in an equally fake southern accent, "Darling, there ain't no woman worth my time when you're standing in front of me." "You better." she said while leaving multiple kissed on my face making me laugh. The cooking ended quiet quickly for two people; where one of them couldn't cook and the other kept violating ever health and safety protocol by kissing and touching the person next to them.

Y/N POV

We were almost done with dinner and I asked Logan to go dress up. I would get dressed just before plating the food in the guest room because I didn't want Logan to see the outfit I had planed for him. About 15 minutes later, Logan was back at the table and I left to get dressed. It took me only 20 minutes which was a record. I wore a black lacy mini-dress which barely covered my ass and tits at the same time but it made me look hot and that's all that mattered. I stepped out of the room to an eagerly waiting Logan.

Logan's POV

My mouth was on the floor when I saw what she was wearing. "You don't plan on wearing this out, do you?" I said and then quickly added, "If you did, I don't mind. I can fight but I need this image burnt into my retinas." I ogled. She giggled and walked towards me, "You can take it off, once dinner is over." She whispered in my ear. Dinner was done in record time. We headed to the bedroom so that I could hold her to her words.

While cuddling, Y/N said, "You know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I cut her off because she was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Y/N shushed me, "Right now, I'm talking and you're gonna listen. I love you Logan Sargeant more than there are words that I can use to express myself. I'm so happy every day to wake up next to you and support you in achieving your dreams and aspirations. I hope you remember how good you are and deserve everything you've worked towards. A couple fuck ups don't undermine the talent and hard work that is Logan Sargeant. No matter what anyone says, you are the most handsome and talented driver that deserves to be in F1. Those assholes are blind to not be able to see your pure raw unfiltered talent. I love you baby boy." She finished her speech. There were tears in my eyes that had started flowing which Y/N wiped away with a kiss. I pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for sticking with me. I promise I won't let you down or let anyone make me feel like crap again." She smiled while drawing a heart on my back. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

[godidontevenknowwhat]

I've got you

MK1!Liu Kang x Reader

A/N: I only got into MK super recently and I've only played MK1 and MK11 so I apologise for what is probably shitty characterisation idk I just really like Liu Kang okay also I didn't reread before posting sorry

Synopsis: You've felt drawn to Lord Liu Kang since you first met him, he's unlike anyone you've ever met even beyond his abilities. You spend a lot of time watching the man you've become so fond of, seeing how kind and gentle he is, how fierce he is when he needs to be. You've seen the look he gets in his when he looks at earthrealm's champions, when he looks at you.. a sort of melancholy look of longing. During one of your routine tea nights you plan to express your feelings to him.

Fic Includes: NSFW so MDNI, nothing particularly intense this is a lot of ✨romance✨, mentions of relationship between Liu Kang and Reader in MK11 timeline but mostly hinted, p in v, some mention of tears on both parts but it's okay because you've got each other 💕 my writing abilities so watch out, possibly ooc Liu Kang idk I made him a little sad , 2.7k

The subtle aroma of freshly brewed tea fills the air as you carefully pour the steaming beverage from Liu Kang’s beautiful decorative teapot into the matching cups. The man himself is busy behind you, you can hear him filling the firepit in the middle of the main room in the fire temple with fresh wood and you can’t help but turn to watch as he ignites the fire with his powers.

With his back to you, you take the time to look him over. His strong body and broad shoulders, his long inky black hair, the fire dancing along the skin of his tattooed forearms as he sets fire to the tinder in the firepit. 

You find yourself admiring the god of fire more often than not, watching the way he moves and interacts with those around him. The way he treats others is something to be admired surely, every person he speaks to is treated like a precious being and you suppose that might be what comes from living for so long and witnessing so many lives pass by him. A profound love for the human existence that he shows through his every action. 

Sometimes there’s something in his eyes though, something forlorn and melancholy that only appears when he looks at earthrealm’s champions or even when he looks at you. It’s like something takes over him, like for a moment he’s not himself.

You take note of his tense shoulders and when he finally turns to face you there’s a furrow in his brow, he looks like the weight of the world is on his shoulders and you have no doubt in your mind that if he was in a situation where he had to, he would try and take that weight.

“Ah, the tea is ready” Liu Kang takes a seat beside him, picking up his cup and blowing on the tea. He sends you a sweet smile over the rim that melts your heart and reminds you of what you wanted to talk to him about during your teatime together. “Thank you”

He sips his tea but you can’t help but notice that there’s no relief from the calming brew. The furrow between his brow disappeared when he looked at you but the tense coil of his body was still wound tight. 

The chill of the evening air contrasts with the heat from the fire warming your back and the soothing burn of the tea coating your tongue as you think about what to say. Is it enough to ask a god ‘are you okay?’? Would that question seem juvenile to someone like him?

“Liu Kang?” He hums a soft sound of acknowledgment, encouraging you to continue. “I just want to ask.. are you feeling alright? You seem to have a lot on your mind..”

You watch as he thinks your words over, 100 emotions and micro expressions flying over his face as he struggles with how to answer your question. He looks in your direction, almost looking through you as you wait for his reply. 

“Do not waste your time filling your head with my problems, there is no need” The smile that he sends you is soft, subtle and yet it doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he continues “I would rather keep my burdens to myself instead of weighing you down with them”

“That..” It takes you a second to gather your thoughts as you look at the man in front of you. Eons of life and wisdom. Was he protecting himself by not opening up fully? Surely he’d had friends in his lifetime, ‘had’ being the optimal word. Was he protecting you? Maybe his problems were truly more than you could handle. 

Again you look him over as he sips his tea, the gentle breeze flowing through his long hair and the glow of the fire highlighting his features creating an image so beautiful that it makes your heart hammer in your chest.

“That sounds.. incredibly lonely Lord Liu Kang..”

You watch the fire god lower his cup, a subtle tremor in his hand that makes your heart clench with guilt and your own hand reach out for him.

His glowing eyes drift to your gentle hand on his own and you notice the tension leaving his shoulders with every second he feels your touch.

“I worry what you would think of me if I told you the truth..” His head bows slightly, eyes drifting shut as if he’s scared to look you in yours.

“Nothing you could tell me would make me think of you any differently Liu Kang..” Your voice is soft, quiet and barely louder than the crackle of the fire. Taking a chance you reach for his face with your free hand, his cheek laying so delicately into your palm as if drawn to it with magnetic force. “Because.. I like you very much, just as you are”

Liu Kang takes a shuddering inhale and when he opens his glowing eyes again there’s a thin veil of tears glossing them over. He looks you over like it's the last time, like he’s trying to memorise every detail of your entire being and you have no idea how true it is. How much Liu Kang has waited for you, wanted for you. How many eons he has spent dreaming of you and how terrified he was when he met the ‘new’ you that you’d yearn for another the way he has always yearned for you.

Fearing that his silence is a kind rejection you begin to turn your head to avoid the gaze of his glowing eyes only to be stopped by the feeling of his large, warm palm catching your cheek to hold you in place. 

Before you can think he pushes forward and his plush lips press against yours. It’s embarrassing how quickly you melt into him, your mind going blank at the feeling of being kissed by a God. By Liu Kang. 

Every movement of his gentle lips against yours and every soft, timid caress of his tongue only serves to hypnotise you further. Reaching out for something to grip onto and support you, you end up with a fistful of Liu Kang’s tantalisingly unbuttoned shirt. Your fingers barely brush against the warm skin of his chest but it's enough to make the God's breathing catch and force him to break away from your passionate kiss.

“I apologise.. I shouldn’t have-”

Liu Kang's words die in his throat as you move your gentle palm to the centre of his exposed chest, you can feel his heart racing under your touch. You have so much you want to say, your mind going a million miles per second trying to figure out how any words are good enough to express how you feel for him.

“The only thing you need to apologise for.. is stopping..”

The combination of your teasing words, sweet smile and the feeling of your soft skin against the heated skin of his chest feels so familiar to him. He feels silly for the tears in his eyes, ashamed of the way one escapes and rolls down his cheek when he realises that he really has you, that he doesn’t have to wait any longer and that you really want him in this timeline just as you did in the last.

A smile spreads across his face, one that reaches his eyes this time and softens them so beautifully. He looks younger like this, less troubled by being protector of earthrealm and, unbeknownst to the version of you that now sits before him, the soft smile on his face is the exact one he gave you so many eons before this very moment. The smile of the man that loved you, lost you, feared he would never have you again and now finally knows he will.

Liu Kang smashes his lips to yours in a kiss so impassioned it makes your head spin, expressing everything he can through his kiss. The way his tongue licks into your mouth makes your skin burn hot enough to rival his own and you worry for a moment that the rapid beating of your heart may be loud enough for him to hear.

Gripping onto you like you’re his lifeline, Liu Kang pulls you closer until you settle on his lap as he kisses you passionately enough to make your head spin. You’re delighted to feel the pressure of his grip on you, his fingertips hungrily digging into your soft flesh keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His warm palms caress you, slowly sliding to the fat of your thighs just to encourage you in wrapping your legs around him as he lays you back. Liu Kang settles between your legs, finally pulling from your lips just to press his own against the sensitive skin of your throat. 

You barely register Liu Kang’s gentle voice speaking to you; distracted by the feeling of his lips against your skin, his hands working to remove your clothing and the weight of his impressive, hard cock pressing against you through far too many layers for either of your likings.

An embarrassing whine slips from you uncontrollably as you feel him break contact with you to remove his shirt and, despite your disappointment at the fact his hands and lips are no longer on you, you’re granted the unreal view of tattoos and muscular upper body in all its glory. 

Your hands meet his exposed skin like they’re drawn to it by magnets, fingers exploring the bare expanses of his chest and abs that are always just so teasingly visible with how he regularly wears his shirt.

Large, warm hands circle your wrists to pause your caressing hands and your eyes dart up to meet Liu Kang’s. 

“Tell me.. you want to be with me” Sensing your confusion he gently squeezes your wrists and closes his eyes to hide how they pool with vulnerability. “I need to hear it.. please”

With the final word barely a whisper from his lips you pull free from his grip and embrace the man, the god, in front of you. 

“I want you Liu Kang, I want to be with you”

You press your lips to his cheek.

“I want to be with you in every way I can be”

Emboldened by your words, his hands grip you once again and he wastes no time in baring the both of your bodies to each other between passionate, breathtaking kisses.

Laid on your back once more, your legs lock around Liu Kang’s waist to selfishly pull his hips closer. The feeling of his bare cock brushing against your soaked cunt causing a desperate whine to escape from your throat.

Supporting himself with one arm to hold himself over you he uses his free hand position himself, briefly running the head of his thick cock through your slick and bumping it against your clit before slowly pressing into you.

The moan Liu Kang lets out is sinful, a deep, rich sound that you wish you could hear on repeat for the rest of your days and the flushed expression on his face as he finally sinks the full length of his dick into your pussy is so beautiful you think for a moment that you truly understand what it means to ‘see God’.

“Forgive my impatience.. but believe me when I say I have waited longer than you know to have you like this”

He really did want to take his time with you, feel your pretty pussy clench and gush around his fingers, feel your clit pulse under his tongue as he spends hours between your legs, spend as much time as possible making you fall apart in the best way imaginable but the idea of waiting another second without being as close to you as he possibly could be is pure torture.

Your moans are loud and so unbearably pretty as Liu Kang begins with a few experimental thrusts, the sound of your sweet voice and the wet slap of each slow thrust driving you both further into a lust filled haze. He knows he should wait longer before ramping up the pace and force of his thrusts but the desperation he feels for you along with the feeling of your gentle hands knotting into his hair only encourages him into fucking you the way you both need him to.

Your head drops back into the pillows, each deep thrust sending pleasure coursing through your veins and making your brain go foggy with want. Every punch of Liu Kang’s tip against your g-spot makes your toes curl and your fingernails dig deeper into his muscular shoulders. 

Liu Kang brings you back with a gentle grip on your jaw, angling you to better look him in the eyes while he buries his cock in you. He drops closer to you, encompassing you with his body and pressing his thick cock so deeply it makes you see stars. His heat surrounds you, long hair tickling your face as he presses his forehead to your own. 

There's a burning love in his eyes as he takes in your fucked out expression and Liu Kang thanks whatever power higher than his own that controls fate because he has you in his arms again, in his bed. He has a chance to be yours forever again, to make you his wife, make you a mother and all of the things that he spent so long wishing he had done before this time around.

All of your senses are completely overtaken by him, your mind blank to the world and the only intelligible thing leaving your mouth being the God of fire’s name.

Gentle fingers meet your puffy, sensitive clit and every circle combined with perfectly aimed hits to your g-spot brings you dangerously close to the edge. The pleasure is overwhelming, almost bringing tears to your eyes and forcing you into a pleading babble that only serves to make Liu Kang fuck you with even more purpose.

“I c-can’t!” 

The speed of his fingers on your clit picks up as the clench of your needy cunt draws borderline whines from the god of fire amid his pleasure filled grunts.

“You can, my love..” Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your legs tighten around his waist to the point that he’s reduced to barely thrusting at all but instead grinding his hips into yours giving you an overwhelming pressure against both your clit and your g-spot. 

“You can and you will.”

A strained sob rips from your throat as the God’s words do the job of sending you over the edge. Your vision bursting with stars while your body trembles, overtaken by every jolt of pleasure your orgasm sends through your nerves.

The feeling of your pulsing cunt clenching around him even tighter with your high pushes Liu over the edge with barely enough time to pull from your heat. A gorgeous moan of your name falling from his lips as his hand moves to his cock to stroke himself and prolong his orgasm, each rope of his cum landing on your used pussy and trembling thighs.

There's a comfortable silence between you, no words spoken as he reaches for his discarded shirt to clean you up with. The only sound other than the subtle movements being the crackle of the fire and the gentle pants that you can’t quite get under control so soon.

Spare a final glance at the mess he made of you, a sort of possessiveness and pride rears its ugly head as he cleans you up as tenderly as possible with his shirt. Each pass of the cloth against your skin is done so carefully that it feels as if it barely touches you.

You watch him with a smile on your face that he can’t stop himself from returning. A lovesick, soft smile shared between lovers which remains present even as he settles himself beside you and pulls you into his comfortable embrace.

You can hear the comforting rhythm of his heart as your head rests on his warm chest, your eyes barely able to stay open as you’ve been reduced to a drowsy mess.

“Rest my love, I’ve got you” And he vowed to himself he would never let you go again. In every universe, in every timeline, he’d do everything to make sure it was you and him.

[lokideservesahug]

Always that good?

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Warnings: Swearing some French but I didn't use translate so it's probably all wrong. One mention of 'the deed' but it's brief. Brief mentions of drinking/being tipsy. I'm sorry if you have a pizza/garlic bread allergy😔

Notes: Its white fast paced and I'm not as happy with this peice as I have been wit others but here we go... 1/4 SMAU 3/4 writing so sorry if that's not your thing. Also I don't think I wrote this with anything gender specific but pls tell me if it isn't gender neutral!

Summary: You've been best friends with Arthur for over a year now... so why does his brother look so good?

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For a man who supposedly strictly sticks to his diet, Charles was all to eager to get his hands on the greasy concoctions you brought with you. He also didn't seem to dislike spending the evening as just the two of you. Neither did you but part of that was because the garlic bread was to die for.

As the night progressed, the Monagasque brought some beers from the Arthur's fridge. Despite you chastising him for stealing from his brother, Charles said that his brother wouldn't care and the beers could always be replaced. So, the two of you began to drink some beer along with your dinner. At some point along the way, the television was turned on but you weren't paying attention to it at all. All you could focus on was Charles. The way his eyelashes fluttered to a close as he took another sip; the way his addams apple bobbed slightly at the same time.

If you could get away with it, you would would stare into his eyes forever. They were captivating. The same man you were admiring then begins to break the silence by starting up conversation.

"This is very nice pizza. Where is it from?" "The pizza parlour just down the road, they've only just stared allowing people to take meals to go though." You see him nod in understanding at your words.

Before you can find yourself staring at him any longer and risking making it wierd, you turn your attention towards the television. As the programme changes, you find yourself gasping. You can almost feel the man next to you giving you a curious look but as the title to your favourite television show comes on screen, he laughs in understanding.

This pulls your attention back to him and you ask "What?" He doesn't even miss a beat before he replies "Nothing. You're just endearing" he finishes the remark with a smile. You can feel your cheeks heat as you respond "Sorry. It's my favourite show" this pulls a laugh out of him. "No need to apologise chérie and like I said, it's sweet."

This causes you to look down. You turn and face the television but continue to speak to the man next to you. You occasionally turn to him whilst speaking. "It's been a very long time since I've seen this. Arthur pays for different channels to me and with everything these days, the rights shows are always swapping between people and channels."

You didn't catch Charles' smile drop but you did notice his slightly deflated sounding tone "I'm surprised you dont live with him then." This causes you to pause. I mean yeah Arthur's your best friend but that doesn't mean you should live together- especially not with your difference in music tastes. You'd probably strangle him for listening to the same, boring, simple songs for hours on end before you could even finish the first week of living together.

"Hm? Why would I do that" Your enquiry causes his brows to furrow and he asks "Oh. Are you not at that stage in your relationship yet." Relationship? What does he-? Oh no...Oh no... Oh no.

You simultaneously visibly deflate and start laughing after his words sink in. Charles, who clearly finds it nowhere near as funny asks "What. Why are you laughing?"

"You- you" Unable to finish your sentence without it ending in a fit of cackles, you laughing some more, take some deep breaths and clarify the source of your amusement. "Charles, Arthur and I aren't dating. You know that right?" His lips form an 'O' and he looks down almost embarrassed as he shakes his head.

"But I've heard you saying that you ahd a thing for a Lecle-" He stops and grins as you both come to the realisation of what he's saying. Now it's your turn to look down in embarrassment and his to start laughing.

"Shut up." Your words clearly hold no weight and when you find him looking at you, eyes gleaming. You find yourself falling for him even more.

"So Chérie...you have a thing for Leclercs?" His eyebrows wiggle and when you both split into bursts of laughter, you could tell have dreamed of a better way to spend your evening.

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[smok3ygoth]

SANCTUARY

Summary: After a chaotic day, you head to the pub and bump into Louis, which blossoms into something beautiful. [1.3k]

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Tonight, you find yourself at the local pub, seeking solace in your usual escape. As you sip your vodka and Coke, the familiar rhythm of the low music surrounds you, creating a comforting haze that drowns out your racing thoughts.

You swayed gently, letting the world outside fade away, if only for a little while. You'd been inside for hours, drinking and giggling to yourself, realising just how ridiculous your life had become.

"Can't fucking believe this."

After an exhausting eight-hour shift, you were so ready to unwind and enjoy some TV time with your lovely boyfriend, but then everything changed.

Once you got home, you heard squeaking from upstairs, like someone was bouncing on the bed. You didn't bother changing; you stormed up the stairs and burst into your bedroom.

"What the actual fuck?"

There, right in front of you, was one of your best friends getting bent over by your boyfriend—the guy you'd been with for five years, and someone you’d known forever.

"Wait—"

"I don't want to fucking hear it. You better be gone by the time I get back or you'll regret it." You'd said rather calmly, which is undoubtedly scarier than screaming at them.

And now, here you are at the bar, alone.

"Fuck, I need some fresh air." You grabbed your drink and went to sit outside on one of the empty benches. You reached into your back and you swore you had a pack of fags in there.

"For fucksake, could this day get any worse?" You said this right before someone accidentally spilled some of their beer on you.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" The woman apologised, but you could tell she was very pissed, so you just waved it off with a smile.

"Guess I'll just sit here and sip my drink," you said to yourself, hoping the night would turn around. You pulled out your phone, thinking about what series of movies you could dive into later to forget all this.

Then, a hand reached out in front of you, offering a cigarette. You looked up, surprised at the man standing before you. You took the cigarette and placed it between your lips as his hand came up to light it for you.

Inhaling deeply, you asked, "How did you know I needed a smoke?"

"I've seen you here a few times, crying, and I've always offered you a smoke." You blushed at his words.

Well, that's embarrassing.

Taking another long, deep inhale of the cigarette, you asked, "Aren't you that singer? What's your name?"

"Louis Tomlinson, and what may your name be, darling?" The pet name sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Why did it suddenly feel so warm?

"It's Y/N, but you can call me whatever you like. Isn't it a bit risky just hanging out at the pub with no security?"

"A bit. My fans are respectful, though, so I love seeing them when I'm out. I'm guessing you're not a fan?" he joked, a playful glint in his eye.

"I could be a fan, but I might just be hiding it. You'll never know," you replied with a laugh, feeling the chemistry spark between the two of you.

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to find out then," he chuckled, leaning in a little closer. The warmth between you felt electric, and for a moment, the earlier chaos faded away.

"So, what brings you out here tonight? Besides, you know, the vodka?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by why you would be here all by yourself.

You took another drag from the cigarette, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "Honestly, I just needed a break from everything. It's been one of those days, you know?" You smiled, hoping to keep the conversation flowing.

"But now it seems like I've stumbled onto something a bit more interesting."

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"You."

"You're quite bold, you know?"

"I am aware, yes." You giggle as he lights his own cigarette, offering you another since you'd finished yours.

You both sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the comforting silence that you both needed.

"Hey, Lou?"

"Yes, love?" He turned to you, a spark of intrigue in his eyes at the nickname you had given him.

"Would you like to—I don't know—be friends? We could go to my place and watch some TV since it's getting quite chilly out here, and I don't really want to drink anymore."

"Course we can, yeah. Don't want you walking home by yourself either." A smile spread across your face, gratitude shining in your eyes.

"Let's go then." You both finish your cigarettes, and you take his hand, leading the way to your place. It’s closer than Louis expected, but he’s not complaining.

Once inside, you kick off your shoes and drop your bag by the door. You quickly turn on the heating, eager to warm up from the chilly air outside.

"Would you like a drink or something?" you ask as he settles onto the comfortable sofa in the living room.

"Tea, please, love."

"On it." You smile at him as he gets comfortable on the sofa, making himself at home while scrolling through a bunch of different movies.

As you focus on making tea for both of you, your mind drifts, and you momentarily forget about your boyfriend—now ex-boyfriend.

"Y/N?" You spin around, shocked to see him still lingering in your house.

"I told you to get the fuck out."

"Wait—please let me explain!"

"What is there to explain? It was pretty obvious what was happening. I'm just curious about how long this has been going on." He avoids your gaze, mumbling.

"Hmm, what was that?"

"Two years."

"Wow. This all happened under my roof? You're fucking disgusting. Get out. Now."

"You heard her, get the fuck out." Louis spoke.

"Who the fuck are you?" Louis steps closer, wrapping his arm around your waist—a protective gesture that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Your replacement. I'm better than you, and you know it, so fuck off." Louis grinned, a mix of amusement and defiance in his eyes as he watched your ex-boyfriend storm out, slamming the door behind him.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Louis' boldness and the way he handled the situation. "Thanks for that. He really needed to go."

Louis shrugged casually. "No worries, love. No one messes with my friends like that."

You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, grateful for Louis' unexpected presence and unwavering support. "I owe you one, Lou."

He flashed you a warm smile. "Nah, we're friends now. That's what friends are for, right?"

Right, friends. But did you want to be just friends? Of course not. You didn't know how it happened so quickly, but you knew you had developed some romantic feelings for Louis.

"Lou?" Your voice wavered as you spoke, looking up at him with shy eyes.

"Hm?"

"I think I like you. I know we've only just gotten to know each other, but I like you, and I know you probably don't feel—" He cut off your rambling with a soft kiss on the lips, a smile spreading warmth across your face.

"What were you saying, hmm, love?" You gazed into his eyes, feeling a rush of courage. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, this time slower and deeper, savouring the moment as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer.

"I like you too," he whispered against your lips, making you grin and kiss him harder. The world around you faded as you lost yourself in the moment, feeling the warmth of his body and the electric connection between you.

As you pulled away slightly, breathless and smiling, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"So, what now?" you asked, a playful glint in your gaze. Louis chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Now, we take it one day at a time, together." With that, he leaned in for another kiss, and in that moment, you realised this was just the start of something truly beautiful. He had become your safe haven, your sanctuary amidst the chaos.

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This is my first fic on this app because I have no idea how to use it, and it needs more Louis fics. I'm trying to figure out how to make a masterlist and all that, but for now, I'm just going to leave this little thing here. :) P.S. This is my first fic ever, so please don't hate. Thanks! xD

Please send requests! <3

[rogueddie]

Issues T | 608 words Prompt for steddielovemonth: Love is being able to say you're sorry and mean it

"No, that's enough!" Eddie yells, slamming his hands onto the table with a deafening thud. "I'm fucking sick of this!"

"You're sick of this?" Steve echoes, upper lip curling with disgust. "How the hell do you think I feel?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? It's not like you ever talk to me about anything!"

"Don't pretend you suddenly care now!"

"Jesus Christ, I've always cared! You're the one too fucking focused on your ego to notice what anyone else is going through!"

"That's a joke. You've never been there when Dustin needs you to sit with-"

"He doesn't need me! He's never asked for me! He needs you because you're the one that makes him feel safe!"

"He needs you too! We almost lost you and Dustin had to-"

"I know! We've already-"

"He still has nightmares about it!"

"Oh for- whatever. Dustin still needs support, got it. You do too!"

"This is stupid, you're stupid."

"That- what are you doing?"

"Leaving. I'm gonna stay with Robin for the night."

"Seriously?!"

Steve doesn't reply. He grabs the small bag that he's thrown a change of clothes into, grabbing his shoes and keys, and slamming the door shut behind him.

Eddie gawps at the empty doorway for a minute, only moving to follow when he hears the beemer roar to life.

"Steve!" He tries.

But Steve ignores him, barely sparing him a glance, pulling out and driving away.

"What the fuck," Eddie whispers to himself, reluctantly going back inside.

He knows too well how much worse an argument can get if he tries to follow Steve on the rare occasion that he needs to leave.

But he also expects Steve to be back in the morning, either with his tail between his legs or demanding an apology.

He does neither. He doesn't come back in the morning.

Or the afternoon.

Or the evening.

The sun has long since set by the time Eddie parks on the street outside the Buckley household.

"Eddie," Robins mom greets warmly.

"Hey, uh... is Steve here?"

"Yes, he stayed the night, they're just up in Robbie's room."

"Could, uh... could you tell them I'm here?"

"You can go up, dear, it's no worries."

"I know, it's... uh..."

"ah," she smiles knowingly, patting his shoulder. "Alright. I'll go let them know. He'll be down in a moment."

"Thank you."

Waiting in the cold, on the porch, is horrifying.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait long before the door opens again and Steve steps out, looking awkward and sheepish.

He shuts the door behind him, crossing his arms, looking anywhere except at him.

"I'm sorry," Eddie finally chokes out. "I didn't mean to push, I really am just... I'm worried about you. It scares me sometimes but I shouldn't have lashed out at you because of that."

Steve stares at him for a moment, face blank, before he frowns. Confused, he says, "what?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, I heard, it... you aren't the one who should be apologising."

"I pushed you when I should have-"

"No, Ed, you were trying to take care of me and I-"

"Steve, stop it. I wasn't listening to you. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, really. It's not like I was trying to have a conversation or something. I just got..."

"Scared?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"I'm sorry I made you feel like that. But, like... if you ever do need help with any of that, I'm right here. I want to help."

"When I'm ready."

"When you're ready."

"Ok. Thank you, Eds. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have started yelling at you like that."

"It's ok. We'll work through it."

[justabigassnerd]

I'm (Not So) Fine

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,720

Warnings - feeling ill, lil' bit of angst, fluff, Bradley's a good dad

Summary - you try to hide feeling unwell from your dad until it backfires

A/N - it's time for another request y'all! I feel I need to formally apologise to the anon who requested this because it's taken me this long to get it out. I hope this was worth the wait. I based this on something I've dealt with a few times in my life (I still to this day have no idea what causes them or what they were but they scare me every time they happen). as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

From the moment Bradley saw you dragging your feet as you entered the kitchen for breakfast, he knew you were sick. You looked pale and when Bradley placed your plate down in front of you, you could barely stomach half of it before it became too much.

“y/n, are you feeling okay, sweetheart?” Bradley asked after taking a sip of his coffee, watching you carefully.

“Fine.” You mutter, head down as you take a sip from your glass of water before abruptly standing from your chair, grabbing your school bag, and slinging it over your shoulder. Bradley hurriedly put the plates and glasses away before rushing to say goodbye to you like he did every morning.

“Have a good day at school, sweetheart. If you need me, text, or call me.” Bradley says as he hugs you goodbye. He knew you weren’t feeling well, and he wasn’t going to push if you insisted you felt okay enough to go to school, so his best option was to give you the choice to contact him if school became too much. With one last kiss to the top of the head, Bradley let you go before packing up what he needed for work and heading out to the Bronco to drive to work where he was sure he was in for a long day.

You, however, were in for a longer day than your dad. The second you reached the doors of your high school you wanted to go home. Your head was throbbing, and your body was achy. You could barely process anything that any of your friends were saying to you without asking them to repeat themselves at least twice. Despite your body feeling like it had been run over by a truck, you were determined to get through the day without contacting your dad or heading home early. You figured if you chugged enough water your headache would calm down and then once you got home you could take some painkillers to help your aching body.

By the time you made it to the end of the school day, you were definitely feeling a lot worse than when you started the day, but you were still determined to prove to yourself that you weren’t unwell. Your head was still throbbing but the copious amounts of water you had drank had eased the pain slightly, but it didn’t do much for your achy body. Walking home only served to make everything ache more but you pushed through everything knowing that you could take some painkillers and then you can do your homework. When you cross the threshold of your house, you head straight upstairs to the bathroom to find the medicine in the first aid cupboard and then head back down to the kitchen to take the painkillers with some water before making a start on some homework.

You were sure the painkillers had taken effect by the time you heard your dad walk through the door. Your head was feeling clearer, and you weren’t so achy anymore and you couldn’t help the smug smile that briefly covered your face. You proved to yourself and your dad that you weren’t ill. It was just a moment of weakness.

“Hi, sweetheart. Good day?” Bradley says as he comes into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he walks past on his way to put his travel mug in the dishwasher.

“Hi, dad. Yeah, I had a good day. How was your day?” You reply, smiling up at him as he smiles back.

“Can’t complain. Are you feeling okay?” Bradley says, crossing to you and gently pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, watching as you roll your eyes lightly.

“Dad, I’m fine I told you this morning.” You say as Bradley removes his hand from your head, fighting back a frown. You didn’t have a temperature, but you still looked a little too pale for Bradley’s liking. Respecting that you didn’t want him hovering over you and your insistence that you were fine, Bradley backed off.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone. If you need me, I’ll be in the living room.” Bradley says, pressing one more kiss to the top of your head, heading up to his room to shower and change into something more comfortable before heading back down to the living room and settling himself down on the sofa to watch some tv and relax. You get through your homework, put all your books and stationery back into your schoolbag and then stand up, ready to head into the living room to join your dad. As you walk, you suddenly freeze in the doorway, your eyesight growing filled with dark spots that quickly make you unable to see, your ears begin ringing and your hands fly out to brace yourself against the door frame as panic begins to grasp at you.

“Dad?” Bradley was on his feet instantly when he heard your worried tone. He headed in your direction instantly and stopped in his tracks when he saw you in the middle of the doorway, clinging onto it for dear life.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Bradley asked cautiously, taking in how pale and shaken you looked.

“I can’t see anything. My vision’s gone black, and I have this ringing in my ears. Help me dad, please.” You plead, eyes quickly filling with tears as Bradley springs into action. He carefully pries your hands from the doorframe and carefully leads you to the living room.

“I’m bringing you to the sofa, okay? You can have a lie-down and I’ll bring you some water.” Bradley says softly, his heart breaking when you tearfully nod at his words. He carefully leads you to the sofa, easing you down and helping you lie down before sliding a pillow under your head.

“I’ll be right back.” Bradley promises, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before heading to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water. When he returned to your side, your eyes were squeezed shut and he gently reached out, calling your name softly and rubbing the hand that wasn’t holding the glass up and down your arm. Your eyes blinked open, and Bradley smiled softly.

“Here, let’s get you sat up a little so you can have a drink.” Bradley says, helping you sit up enough to take a couple of little sips from the glass before you lie back down, and Bradley places the glass on the coffee table behind him.

“Thank you.” You mumble, looking up at your dad with a small smile.

“How are you feeling now? Any better?” Bradley asks softly, watching you like a hawk as you nod ever so slightly.

“My vision is back, and the ringing has stopped.” You admit quietly, slightly ashamed of being seen in a moment of weakness.

“That’s good. Are you feeling unwell or is there any pain?” Bradley then asks, making you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Had your grandpa not inspired your dad to join the Navy you were sure he could’ve made a career for himself being a doctor or a nurse with how much he was fussing over you.

“A little achy but I’ll live.” You say, moving your gaze to the floor.

“So you weren’t feeling well this morning, were you?” Bradley gently probes, making you nod before lifting your gaze to look at your dad once more.

“So why didn’t you tell me? You could’ve stayed home, or I could’ve picked you up from school. You know Mav would never mind if I had to leave early to take care of you.” Bradley enquires, reaching out and running a gentle hand through your hair, his eyes displaying vast amounts of concern that he was trying to keep from his expression.

“I thought I was fine. I don’t like being ill, so I thought if I pushed through it, I’d be fine.” You explain, watching as your dad lets out a soft exhale through his nose before a gentle smile appears on his face.

“Well, now you know not to push through anything. If you feel unwell you should always rest up and take care of yourself.” Bradley says, watching as you nod lightly, understanding his point fully.

“Got it.” You mumble.

“Do you need anything? Food or painkillers?” Bradley then asks, he was fully aware he’s bombarded you with a million and one questions but he wanted to be sure you were okay and help you however he could.

“I think I just need a nap.” You say, shaking your head with a small smile. Bradley then nods, prepping himself to stand up.

“I’ll leave you be then.” He says softly, beginning to stand but stopping when you speak up.

“Stay. Please.” You request, looking up at him with the puppy dog eyes that would get him buckling within seconds. You had been doing it since you were a baby and Bradley struggled saying no to you the moment you figured out the effect, they had on him. He could also tell what you wanted. Bradley had often bragged that his hugs had healing qualities and you clearly wanted one of those magical healing hugs.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Bradley says with a smile, helping you sit up so he can sit where your head had previously been. You immediately curled into his side, burying your face in his chest as Bradley grabbed the blanket off the back of the sofa to drape it over you.

“I love you, dad.” You whisper, voice mostly muffled by the material of Bradley’s shirt.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Bradley whispers back, watching as your eyes begin to flutter close, soon being followed by your breathing beginning to even out. Bradley watched you for a moment, pleased to see no signs of discomfort as you slept.

Bradley had spent the majority of his day worrying over how you were and while you had a small scare while at home, he was there to help, and you seemed to be improving already. Bradley pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as you unconsciously snuggled closer to him.

He’d be there to look after you on all your bad days, and all your good days.

[playbucky]

Make Me A Match

Richie calls up an old friend when he ends up in jail. Unknown to him, he ends up being a matchmaker between you and Carmen. A/N - I’m going to start and try and make my reader insert more neutral, so if you see anything pronouns or descriptions that I've missed please let me know. Thank you! Characters – Reader x Carm, Richie, Fak Word Count - 1.1k.

‘You’re out?’ Carm sounded surprised to see Richie walk out the room, deep bags had formed underneath both their eyes from the lack of sleep. ‘Yup, used my get out of jail free card.’ Richie said, you lifted your bag strap up your shoulder and walked away from the guard. ‘I have a name.’ You said, Richie moved to the side as Carm’s eyes widened. ‘Y/N.’ He said, almost in disbelief. ‘At least one of you remember it.’ You commented, Richie smiled widely and shrugged before you turned to Carm. ‘How you doing?’ You asked, Carm pulled you in for a hug which you welcomed. ‘I’m good.’ He breathed against your ear, you shook your head as you pulled away. ‘Sorry it’s took me so long to come and see you.’ ‘Hotshot lawyer right here.’ Richie practically cheered; you rolled your eyes as you turned to him. ‘Alright Richie get in the car.’ You told him, he pouted but listened. ‘Yes ma’am.’ He agreed before he sauntered away, he ducked his head as he dived into his own thoughts. ‘You need to make sure he attends court in a week's time.’ You informed Carm, he nodded, mentally taking a note of it. You knew you’d have to find some way to remind the pair of them. ‘I will.’ He said, you smiled. ‘Good.’ ‘You coming back?’ He asked, you shook your head, your left arm raised to look at the small watch fixed around it. ‘I’ve got a meeting at nine.’ You said, aware that it was only five minutes after eight.  ‘She’ll be there for family.’ Richie called out, Carm looked apologetic. ‘I told you car.’ You turned to Richie, his eyes widened but he turned and walked the rest of the way, hands in the tracksuit pocket. ‘Think he only listens to you.’ Carm commented, you chuckled and watched as Richie ducked into the back of the car. ‘Seems that way.’ You mused as you turned back to Carm, his blue eyes were trained on you. ‘I’ll try my best to be there, don’t know how long this meeting will be.’

‘Cousin?’ Richie shouted, you jumped at the sudden intrusion of noise. ‘Geez Richie, you’re gonna burst my eardrum.’ You pulled away from him, finger to your ear as you rubbed it. ‘Sorry.’ He apologised, hands on your shoulders. ‘Yeah?’ ‘We’ve got a special guest today.’ He called, muttering came from the kitchen before Carm’s messy head of hair popped over the counter, a smile took over his face. ‘You made it.’ Carm said, his shoulders sagged. ‘Pushed my lunch back,’ you set your back and thick jacket on a nearby chair, ‘better be good.’ ‘Good?’ Richie sounded offended, ‘he went to New York, it’s amazing.’ You raised your eyebrows as you looked to Carm, he shook his head. ‘He’s trying to inflate my ego.’ ‘Who you trying to bullshit?’ A familiar voice said, you leaned to the side and noticed Fak, you smiled widely. ‘Fak.’ ‘Y/N!’ He replied back enthusiastically, you chuckled as he ran through the door, quickly he was in front of you, arms wrapped tightly around as he hoisted you off the ground. ‘Which ones of us is getting sued?’ Fak joked, you smiled widely as he set you down. ‘No one hopefully, was invited to family.’ You informed him, his eyes widened but his smile never left. ‘Ohh.’

‘Can I take you out one night?’ Carm broke the silence the two of you had fallen into, just happy to enjoy each other's presence, he had finished his cigarette a while ago.  ‘You planning a hit on me?’ You quizzed, eyes narrowed on him. ‘No, i - on a date?’ He asked, ‘I’ll make you dinner and then we -,’ he trailed off, his hands started to shake at his sides before he ran through his hair. ‘Yes, to the date but you aren’t cooking.’ You stated, arms crossed over your chest as he looked at you. ‘I cook all the time.’ Carm pointed out, you nodded. ‘I know which is why you should relax, I’ll cook.’ You said, Carm laughed at you. ‘I don’t want burnt Mac n cheese.’ He commented, your jaw slackened as you were shocked that he remembered that. ‘That was one time.’ You whacked his chest, he laughed but caught your hand, ‘plus I had to figure out how to cook for myself when you went to school.’ ‘So, it’s my fault that you burnt the mac n cheese?’ He asked, subconsciously he played with your fingers, a small smile on his lips. ‘I plead the fifth.’ You held your free hand up, he smiled. ‘Okay.’ ‘Yeah,’ he lifted his gaze, ‘when suits you?’ He asked, you tilted your head as your eyes searched his face, taking in the freckles and moles. ‘Tomorrow at seven?’ You suggested. ‘Tomorrow.’ He replied with a nod, you smiled at him but he didn’t pull away. ‘Carmy?’ You whispered, his blue eyes snapped up to yours, you hadn’t used that nickname since school. ‘Yeah?’ ‘You gonna kiss me or just stare at my lips all night?’ You quizzed, his lips jumped up at the corner. ‘I’m gonna kiss you.’ He said.  Carm cupped your cheek, the warmth spread over it before he pulled you closer and leaned in. Your noses budged against the other, both of you smiled as his lips just brushed yours, ‘Cous.’ Richie shouted, both of your shut your eyes and sighed. ‘What?’ He shouted back, you glanced over his shoulder just so you could make out Richie. ‘You gonna kiss them?’ He asked, you scoffed as Carm groaned, his face scrunched but you placed a hand on his chest. ‘Richie?’ You stepped to the side so he was able to see you. ‘You wrote your apology letter yet? The judge wants it by the morning.’ You told him, you pinched your brows just enough for a wrinkle to form. ‘He didn’t say anything about a letter.’ ‘It was in the paper you signed.’ You said, his face wrinkled before cursed and turned. ‘He doesn’t have one, does he?’ Carm asked when he disappeared back into the shop, you shook your head as you focused back on him. ‘No, but it might do him some good in the future.’ You replied, Carm smiled widely before he surged forward and captured your lips with his. ‘I need to tidy up,’ he looked back to the shop, ‘can you wait and I'll give you a lift home?’ Carm asked, you rubbed your lips together before you nodded. ‘On one condition though.’ You said, he arched an eyebrow. ‘You kiss me again.’ ‘Think I can agree to those terms.’ He agreed, both of you smiled before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips and pulled away. His fingers still interlocked with yours as he led you back into the shop that you had spent the last six hours at.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

BUTTERFLIES

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George gets flashbacks of your relationship as he watches you walk down the aisle to marry him Warnings: mention of tears, i think that's it

George's eyes met yours as he stood at the end of the aisle, waiting there for you to reach him as you walked to the music

the butterflies made their appearance in his stomach as he stared at you with pure love and longing

he had waited years for this, and it was finally happening

George couldn't help but remember all the times the butterflies invaded him stomach throughout knowing you before this moment

-

"Fred! George! hurry up, we're late!" Molly yelled at the twins

"we're right behind you mum, and the train doesn't leave for another 3 minutes!" Fred spoke in defense, trailing after Molly.

Molly rushed all of her kids through the wall of the train station.

Fred and George ran through it for the first time with their trolleys, which held their luggage for their first year at Hogwarts

George went through the wall and came out on the other side, slightly losing control of his trolley and bumping into somebody, making them fall

George panicked as he heard them wince in pain

he let go of his trolley and looked down at you on the ground

"I'm really sorry" he apologised, holding his hand out to help you

"it's fine" you huffed, taking the boys hand

"I'm Y/n" you introduced yourself

George felt a flutter inside his heart when you smiled at him sweetly

"George, are you alright?" he asked after telling you his name

"I'll be just fine"

-

"we're so going to make the team, Georgie" Fred smiled as a large group of Gryffindors huddled up for tryouts for Quidditch

"we'll be the best beaters on the team" Fred smirked

Oliver wood started talking about the rules and taking down what positions people wanted to play

"Y/L/N, what are you trying out for?" Wood called, seeing you in amongst the people

"Chaser" you replied

George turned around to see you with the newest broomstick in your hands, standing with Angelina Johnson

"you play quidditch?" George questioned as you caught his stare

"yeah, i do. is that a problem?" you frowned, teasing him

"n- no" he stuttered, feeling the nervous butterflies rise up in his stomach as you glared at him

"i'm just surprised, you didn't strike me as a quidditch type of girl" he went on

"I bet I'm better than you" you laughed, looking him up and down

George only blinked nervously

-

Fred and George rushed through hogsmeade to finally get to the store they've heard all about from their brothers

the twins excitedly walked through the door of Zonko's to look at all the things they dream they could have

George explored the shop, going in a completely different direction from his older twin to find you looking hiccough sweets

"never thought i'd see you in here" George spoke up with a smile

you turned to him and rolled your eyes with a grin

"what can I say, i like the common sweet prank" you grabbed a few and walked closer to him

"although i know you and Fred are the kings of pranks here so, any suggestions on what's good? I need teach a douchebag a lesson for burning my homework" you smirked

George raised his eyebrows "Tristen?" he asked

you nodded your head in reply

"I've always been interesting in tricking somebody but never really acted upon it, this just gives me a reason" you shrugged mischievously

George's 13 year old heart pumped faster in his chest as the butterflies swarmed in his stomach

you couldn't've gotten any better

"well...you could always try some dungbombs, they always do the trick or..."

he went on to have a ramble for about 10 minutes that day, telling you the best way to get Tristen back, and even offered to do it with you

-

George sat on the couch, head in his hands as he thought about Ginny, worrying about her

you had walked in after a long study session for potions when you found him in the common room, looking stressed

"you ok there, George?" you wondered, not knowing what to do

"I'm fine, don't worry" he sighed

Fred had gone to bed, also worrying while George decided to stay up a bit longer

you had heard about what happened to his sister, so you knew he wasn't entirely 'fine'

so you stayed with him, you slowly walked up to the couch and sat next to him

"I'm really sorry about your sister...it'll be ok though, I'm sure she can handle whatever's happening" you started, hoping it would help, even it was a lie. you didn't know it would be ok

George sat frozen, if it were anyone else next to him, he probably wouldn't yelled at them, saying that they had no idea. but he knew you were trying to help

"she'll be ok, George" you placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a sad smile even though he wasn't looking at you

"she's lucky to have a brother like you...caring as much as you are" you sighed

that made George finally look up at you

you moved your hand from his shoulder to around his torso, giving him a comforting hug

the way your hands wrapped around him made the butterflies make another appearance, George had been used to them by now, he welcomed them in with a smile as he hugged you back

-

George had grown closer to you, becoming good- if not best friends

you would help with his school work and with his and Fred's pranks

the one problem was that you had a boyfriend that year, but not for long

you came rushing through the common room, tears in your eyes as you ran for the dorms

"hey, Y/n, what's wrong!?" George came to your aid as soon as he saw you

he got up from the couch and pulled you into his arms before you got to the stairs

you cried in his arms "he cheated on me" you murmured

your words made George's blood boil, He never liked that guy, and deep down he knew he would do something to hurt you

he brought you over to the couch and made you tell him what fully happened

"why do the nice ones always turn out to be the assholes?" you wept

"well if they're assholes then they were never the good ones, the good ones are the good ones and the assholes are the assholes" George shrugged, he didn't know what to say

he had never been in a relationship before, mostly because of the way you had always made him feel

"well why can't they all be like you? you're good, great" you sobbed

George cleared his throat, caught off guard by your statement

he let the butterflies fill his stomach as you cried into his chest, telling him how he would be a good boyfriend

-

George stood beside you as the professor told the class about the potion

you, along with many other girls took a step closer, entranced by the smell of the potion.

Amortentia.

George laughed at you when you smiled lazily, your eyes almost almost having pink hearts in them as you breathed the scnet in

what George hadn't expected was to get the very strong scent of you as he finally breathed through his nose

George took a step beck and cleared his throat, looking at you in the corner of his eye as he let the smell fill his nose

the butterflies rose to his stomach and made him feel faint, feeling overwhelmed

you had noticed his faint figure beside you and leaned closer to him

"you alright Georgie?" you whispered

"I'll be just fine, Love"

-

George wandered the halls, trying to find you, to ask you to the Yule Ball, after smelling you in the Amortentia last week, he realised that he needs to ask you out

the feeling he gets when he's around you is too good to lose

he heard your voice behind him and turned around

"george! there you are!" you beamed

"hey! I've been looking for you" he asked, meeting you in the middle of the hallway

"me too, I need to ask you something" you said

"oh, you go first" George spoke quickly, really wanting to ask you, or he'll start to overthink and chicken out

"do you have something to tell me too?" she wondered

"yeah but you go first" George smiled

"well I was just thinking...Justin Thornhill asked me to the ball at breakfast this morning, I don't know why I told you that- right, um. well I said no, obviously. b- because I want to go with you. do you want to go to the ball with me?" you rambled, getting to the question that has been on your tongue for a week

George's eyes went wide and the butterflies piled into his stomach as soon as the question came from your mouth.

you had said what he'd been dying to say

George's heart pumped inside his chest rapidly, he almost thought you could hear it

"yes, t- that's what I was going to ask you!" George grinned happily

it was safe to say the butterflies never left after that, every time he'd see you after that, they would pop in and say hello

the whole night of the ball they stayed there

-

George fiddled with his fingers as he told you his plan on leaving with Fred early to start the shop

you had been dating since the day after the yule ball and he was nervous you wouldn't support it, just like his mum

"that's..great! I'm really proud of you, I know you'll do great" you said, kissing his cheek

"really?" he raised his eyebrows

"of course...the shop will be amazing, I just know it" you nodded, full heartedly supporting him

you had no idea how much that meant for him to hear, that you thought he'd do good, that you supported him

it made the butterflies flutter in his stomach, knowing that you approved of what he's doing

-

George felt the tears coming when you finally reached him, taking his hand and smiling up at him, happy that you would be marrying him

and all these years, he still gets butterflies when you look at him

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[kitkatscabinet]

Temper temper

Osferth x reader

Summary: tempers flare and hurtful words are thrown

Word count: 1k

Requested by anon. It took me a while to think of what they could be fighting about, I almost made it about all the other women thirsting over him tbh

From the moment you met Osferth your relationship had been nothing short of perfect. You had been one of Uhtred's before the baby monk joined the crew and had been the first to truly accept him with no judgement.

After all, you weren't exactly the type of person many expected to be associated with Lord Uhtred yourself. While you had certainly relished in teasing the shy and inexperienced boy you always knew when to stop.

You had been the one to comfort him after his first battle, then his first kill. You were there every step of the way throughout the years, never one without the other. In short, inseparable, knowing each other's minds better than your own.

Sure you had had slight disagreements here and there but you never fought. That was why when he yells at you for the first time it is completely unexpected.

He had recently broken his arm and as such, you hadn't wanted him to join the battle that was to occur at Tettenhall. Naturally, you had thought this was a reasonable ask but he hadn't agreed.

"Please my love, don't go, I don't want you to get hurt" you pleaded, holding his good hand within your own. Instantly he pulled away from your touch, a frown crossing his face. "Osferth what-" you start only to rear back as he harshly replies

"Why, do you think me weak?" you were incredibly taken aback by his tone, you had noticed the smell of ale on his clothes and his face hadn't lit up in a smile like it usually did when he saw you. Still, that was no reason for the sheer venom he had used to address you.

"What? No!" you were quick to deny but apparently, your response had only served to fuel the fire of his temper.

"Why'd you sound so uncertain then? You still think me that weak pathetic little boy you first met? you think I need you to protect me, to tell me what to do?" With each question, he had gotten louder and further into your personal space and for the first time in your life Osferth is making you nervous.

"Where is this coming from Os, you know I've never thought you weak. I'm just worried about you" you tried to keep your voice steady to placate him but once more you have the opposite effect.

"I don't need your worry! I'm so sick of you nagging me all the time!" You can feel the heat of his breath on your face, causing you to flinch back minutely before you can stop yourself.

A cold indifference suddenly washed over you, and even as you see Osferth's eyes widening in regret and his hand reaching out to grab you, you scoff and dodge aside.

"Fine, I won't waste my time on you anymore then" your words are like ice and before Osferth can realise what had happened you have already left. Once he realises what has just happened, what he has just done he is quick to try and follow but you are long gone.

You had retreated to the safety of your lord's side, taking up residence in his small house with red-rimmed eyes. Uhtred thankfully hadn't commented apart from a casual offer to kill someone and had simply let you curl up under his furs without complaint. Since you'd met Osferth he hadn't been the one you'd gone to for comfort for quite some time and a large part of him was happy that you were still content to do so.

Once he had been assured you were ok your lord had taken residence outside his hut, keeping vigil as he waited for Osferth to slink his way.

"Baby monk" he greeted coolly, watching as the boy shrunk in on himself slightly.

"Lord" he nodded, hands ringing together nervously, "are they here? Please, I really need to apologise." Uhtred continued to stare for a little while longer hand resting threateningly on the hilt of his dagger. To his credit, Osferth did not back down and as such Uhtred eventually relented and let him pass.

"Baby monk" he called over his shoulder, "I will not be so lenient next time" he promised.

"There will not be a next time Lord, I swear it." With those final words, Osferth stepped into the room you had sequestered yourself in. Upon seeing your form curled up into a ball under the covers he allows his lips to quirk up slightly at the adorable sight before it drops when he remembers he's the cause.

"Love-" he gently calls only to be cut off by your muffled voice.

"Go away Osferth" the usage of his full name was a testament to how truly upset you were, you only ever called him by pet names these days.

"I can't do that love. Not until you can find it in yourself to forgive me" he gently said, perching himself on the edge of the bed before leaning down to entrap the lump that was you within his good arm. Thankfully you didn't squirm too much in an attempt to get away, laying silently as he whispered feverish apologies on repeat. Eventually, you broke the silence mumbling

"I'm still really angry at you."

"I know love, I'm angry at me too"

"If you ever say anything like that to me again I'll kill you" you murmured angrily before turning aggressively under the covers, burying your face into his chest despite the layer of blankets and furs.

"I'll hand you the blade myself" he solemnly promises, smiling slightly in triumph as he hears you huff a laugh. The two of you stayed wrapped up in each other for what felt like hours. Neither speaking or moving, as tempers cooled. In your comfort you were on the verge of falling asleep when you heard Uhtred's yell

"You better not be humping in my bed!"

Taglist: @eudximoniakr

[sunbloomdew]

Love Confessions in the Baxter DLC

Because i am very unwell, thank you. Part 1/3

After over 70 hours of playing the Baxter DLC – and despairing over that one monochrome guy, you know who – I wanted to take a moment to talk about all the possible love confessions in Baxter's version of Step 4. I find them all lovely and each of them made me squeal and smile like crazy, and i just gotta express my appreciation for them somewhere.

In Step 4 there are three love confessions. Two of them can be initiated by the MC, and the third one will be proclaimed by Baxter, if the MC doesn’t confess first. I tried all of them a couple of times, and they are all very cute (although my personal favourite is the confession the morning after the wedding)!

Before we begin i want to warn y’all that i wasn’t sure about the approach i wanted to take when talking about these moments, and as a result this post might not be a "put together careful game analysis" thingy. It's mostly just my ramblings and feelings that hopefully are a-okay to read haha. Without further delay, let’s begin!

Spoilers for specific moments in Baxter's version of Step 4!

All of the confessions take place after the wedding ceremony, so if you hadn't gotten there and don't wanna spoil those great moments for yourself i don't recommend reading further. I will go quite in depth about each option.

In chronological order, the first feelings declaration is the confession immediately after the wedding has ended.

Or as i've been referring to it in my head, The Wedding Confession!

Everybody is busy cleaning up, and MC hasn’t had a chance to have a one-on-one moment with Baxter since they split off in the morning. Naturally, they want to talk with him after the event is over. There is this underlying fear, that Baxter will leave again and they can't let that happen.

The two talk and Baxter apologises for his actions towards MC, five years ago in Sunset Bird and now, after they met again. I need to add that this apology is very well written and it definitively pulled on my heartstrings. Here the player can choose to confess on their own, accept his friendship hoping for a different type of relationship later on or just become friends.

Since i’m yet to play Baxter’s version of Step 4 with platonic feelings, i don’t know if this option appears if you have him at Fond. If anyone of you has done it, i would love to hear what it looks like! For example, does the player get to confess either way, in case they changed their mind (just how here you can choose to be friends)?

Moving further, if we choose to confess right away we get to pick how we want to do that - with words or by kissing him. Each choice will be preceded with an internal monologue from MC about their and Baxter’s relationship and what he means to them. I really like the way it's written. They go through all of the stages they've been around each other. If you met him at the Cypress in Step 2 Soiree Moment they mention how he was a boy in their memories, becoming real when they meet again by chance during summer of 2016. How he made this summer into everything and more and how he left. The years apart and finally the summer they reunited. I can't explain my feelings well, but i find this monologue very sweet but also full of longing - it makes me smile and it makes my heart ache at the same time.

Depending on when the MC confesses, Baxter has a different reaction to their silence. Since now he is waiting for them to accept him into their life again, he gets nervous the longer MC is lost in their thoughts, which is reflected in the expressions of his character model. It’s described as cracks of anxiety appearing on his face and him slipping back into his professional pleasantness. He chose to be vulnerable, and how MC replies will affect him.

After the character’s musings end the player gets one last chance to reaffirm the decision to confess.

Personally, I really like that we have the option to do so. Not only is it useful in case the player suddenly changed their mind, but also helps create the response you want from your MC.

If you back out then you no longer can confess in that moment. The story progresses the same as in the case of choosing not to confess. You can confess later in the game, or not confess at all and have Baxter do that.

If you pick the option to check if he means it, Baxter will reassure MC about wanting to stay by their side. It’s really adorable - especially since in response to MC he says “I do” (ya know, the famous wedding catchphrase) which he immediately follows up with: “You’ll have to excuse me for using that answer at someone else’s wedding, but I am entirely serious.” What a dork. After picking this option only two of the three are left - you can go further or back out.

And finally, you can confess. MC makes note of how now that the wedding was over, there would be no complications for the newlyweds (although they thought Miranda proposing to Terry at their wedding would be a great idea, so they really wouldn't mind lol). They think that since Baxter asked them out first, five years ago, it’s only fair that they do it now. It's one line, but for some reason i like this sentiment a lot. Like hell yeah, go MC! Ask him out now, make him speechless!

When it comes to spoken confessions, there is an abundance of choices to pick from. But my absolute favourite option is to echo Baxter’s own words from Step 3 Sightseeing Moment back at him: "Could I consider all the time we've spent together a date?". Chef’s kiss, it’s all coming together like a beautiful piece of tapestry. Simply iconic of them.

Confessing with a gesture has less options to choose from, but all are equally cute! If you choose to confess in this way, MC will have a short revelation about how different kissing Baxter now feels to kissing him five years ago. Baxter reacts a bit differently to this type of confession, since MC enters his personal space. My favourite is confessing by kissing Baxter on the forehead. It's absolutely precious.

The way Baxter reacts to MC confessing to him is… very interesting to say the least. He was ready to be friends them again or accept their rejection (there is no option like that in the game, but realistically, you just know he would prep himself up for this possibility) but he was not ready for a love confession. Baxter gives MC a moment to move past this and pretend that nothing happened, but it’s not going to work. I find that a curious thing to do. Baxter isn't hoping that MC doesn't have feelings for him and he himself does for them, but there is still that feeling of insecurity in him, that prevents him from accepting the confession right away.

We have the option to have MC sweep Baxter into a dance, or keep talking without that. I love the former choice and i always pick it for my character haha. It’s especially cute how Baxter stumbles and is so out of his depth. Both because of the unexpected movement and the sudden confession.

You can pick an option to tell him, that MC wanted to be with him even five years ago. His reaction to it is just. He is stunned and he doesn't believe it. But he knows MC isn't lying as well. I can feel the conflicted emotions he must have been experiencing upon hearing that just in one line of dialogue. And i think that's pretty powerful writing.

But then he fires back. He is full of disbelief and he doesn’t understand what could he have possibly done to deserve MC's affections. He doesn’t want to call MC a liar but he can’t accept that outcome either. Baxter’s old ways of dealing with relationships are resurfacing, because he can’t believe that he has the right to form such a deep connection with someone. It’s pretty heartbreaking to witness.

It's... so sad. "What did i do to make you like me?" he asks, because there must be something, because simply being himself is not enough, when Baxter inherently believes that he doesn't contribute anything. And if he doesn't contribute anything to somebody's life, he has no place in it.

MC decides to change tactics. Instead of trying to make Baxter accept their feelings, they ask what they mean to him. Whether they end up together is secondary - their goal is to help him overcome his mindset. I find that a really powerful act of love - helping the person you care about understand that they deserve to be loved without extravagant outings and carefully constructed barriers.

I really love Baxter’s response in this confession because it is very true to his character arc. His hesitance, how he withdraws and tries to appear unaffected. He reciprocates MC’s feelings, but he is too ashamed of himself and afraid. His view on himself makes him think that he can't be in a relationship with someone or friends with them, and that is something i find deeply sad. Still, he answers MC’s questions, with a few prefaces. He cites his inability to do things in the morning, less financial income and his past relationship management as reasons for why MC wouldn’t want to be with him. It’s him giving MC the chance to resign, to take back the love confession while they can. It reminds me of declining a meeting with your friends, because you believe that they will have more fun without you. It's self-preservation of your own feelings and diminishment of your impact on others, which comes from some form of dissatisfaction with the way we are.

But MC doesn't take their feelings back. They assure him that they want to be with him.

And once that is done, they ask him:

(I usually can comment on writing/art, but when i can't that's how you know it's the shit. i sat with my mouth open and my hands flapping around just cause this confession got me that excited <3)

This is the dialogue you get when you have Baxter on Crush. If you pick Love, instead of "I want to be with you" he will say "I'm in love with you".

Just like that, he accepts. I was totally shocked when that happened, but well, it does make sense. It was never a question, and Baxter admits so himself. He never stopped wanting to be with MC. He further expresses that he wasn't happy pushing them away five years ago and when they met again. It's quite sad to hear him admit that he didn't think staying together (in more than a romantic way) was an option until moments ago. But he got there ultimately and that's worth celebrating. Growth isn't linear, and sometimes we fall back to our old habits.

I really adore how openly Baxter expresses his affection for the MC, in the confession and later. Compared to Step 3 it feels more mature (no shit, sherlock) but also self-assured. Because he is finally starting to believe, that this - a relationship with a person who really knows him and chooses to stay - is something he can have.

These two lines of dialogue? Murdered me in my sleep with love and care. Sir, how dare you do that to me.

After that the two sillies finish their dance. Their story has a happy ending, they have been reunited. I adore how warm and happy this situation feels, and the descriptions make it feel so light and cheerful, like the moment with MC failing to catch their breath because they are laughing gleefully or Baxter holding them in a gentle embrace.

I really like this confession. Like i said before, it’s very true to Baxter’s character, and it also shows, that despite having good intentions and doing everything you can to change, people can still slip back into their old habits. But there will be people around you that believe you can learn and do better, and will stay with you and help you through it.

I also adore the overall silliness (after the angst is over, but i do love my fair share of angst as well) and the emotional beats. The characters banter, joke around.

And express how much they care about each other.

Also the fact that Miranda, Terry and Cove just gawked at the pair while they were having this huge emotional event is just hilarious. They are very nosy friends and i love them for that lol. Of course, Baxter is completely unaffected. GB Patch knew that if they made this man blush more than he already does in the game, they would actually kill us.

I'm not kidding, i die every time he blushes and get revived when he snorts. That's just the circle of life.

So yeah, that was one out of the three confessions! It's amazing and i hope i was able to convey what i love about it! Prior to playing the Baxter DLC i had around 50 hours on Steam, and after i got it It turned into 120 hours so... Yeah, Baxter Ward.

I'm splitting my confession ramblings into three posts for convenience. Parts 2 and 3 will be finished soon... Hopefully. Once they are i will place links to all the parts in each post (if i learn how to,,,,). Also wow, this post took me way too long to write, holy shit.

Peace out <3

Part 2!

[yelenasdiary]

Hi!

I have this cute Florence fic idea and thought I'd send it to you. Of course you don't have to write it if you don't want to. 💖

Florence was on set filming a movie and reader wants to surprise her by cooking dinner for her. When Florence comes home there is a lot of mess in the kitchen. The surprise didn't go as planed and Florence needs to help reader cook but at the end they are happy because they had a lot of fun and enjoyed the cooking together.

A Beautiful Mess

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: Florence comes home to a lovely smell but a messy kitchen.

Fluff | No Warnings | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this, I loved the idea! I hope you enjoy this x

Florence walked through the front door to the welcoming smell of something cooking in the kitchen and music that played at a medium volume. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bags to her feet, a problem to deal with later she thought before making her way to the kitchen. 

There you were, surrounded by a mess that most would be bothered by. Pots of all sizes cluttered the countertops, ingredients scattered around the other countertops while you used a wooden spoon to stir whatever contents were in the fry pan. She could hear the soft humming coming from you, completely unaware that Florence was standing in the doorway with a smile tugging at her lips. 

Even Billie was too distracted by the meat scraps that you dropped on the floor for her. She sniffed all around your feet for any sign of goodness she might've missed. The sight only made Florence even more glad to finally be home. She took a few short steps, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around you. You gasped as first, frightened as you jumped and almost knocked the fry pan to the floor. 

"I'm sorry darling, I didn't mean to startle you" Florence apologized, trying to hide the amused look on her face from your reaction.

 "You're home early!" you commented before your eyes quickly scanned your surroundings, taking in the large mess you'd made. "This was supposed to be a surprise" you added as your eyes traced back to Florence, you pouted before sighing in defeat. 

"Don't look so sad love" Florence gently pulled you closer, smiling softly at the feeling of finally having you back in her arms after a long few days without you. 

"I was trying to cook your favourite! I was going to set the table and set up the cinema room for movies later, why didn't you text me to let me know you were on your way?" you asked, wrapping your arms around the back of Florence's neck. 

"I'm sorry baby, my phone died on the plane" she apologised once again. 

Looking into her eyes, you knew you couldn't hold this against her, even if you wanted too. "Well, maybe it's a good idea you came home early" you chuckled, "I was totally winging it and I think I've stuffed up the sauce" you added. Florence smiled softly before crashing her lips onto yours, "is that your way of asking for my help?" she asked as she pulled away to grab her apron. 

"I believe so" you smiled. 

Florence grabbed a teaspoon, dipping it into the sauce for a taste test. "You almost had it!" she spoke before reaching for the salt, "it just needs a little more salt and some more tomatoes" she added as she spung around on her heels to face you.

"We don't have any more tomatoes" you replied.

"There should be a can of crushed tomato in the cupboard" 

Of course, Florence was right, you found the can of crushed tomatoes and opened it for her. "I'll continue on with the vegetables" you smiled softly as she took the can from your hand. Florence nodded as she poured the tomato into the sauce before giving it another stir. You focused on the vegetables, getting lost in the moment when your humming started once more. 

You didn't notice it but as Florence helped you cook, she let you take the lead and only gave you a hand where she thought you needed it the most. She could see how much you wanted to cook for her and give her something lovely to come home too, little did you know, that just the idea of coming home to you was more than enough for her. 

She loved watching you humming and dancing around the kitchen that she couldn't help but join you. Gently grabbing you by your hips and pulling you closer to her, leading you two into a slow dance while the sauce simmered over the heat of the stove. No words were spoken, it was just the two of you in this moment, smiling softly at one another while music played in the background. 

Florence had been in more movies than she can remember but this moment felt much more like it came straight out of a movie than ever, but this was real. 

"Honey, the sauce is going to burn" you said, bringing Florence's mind back to the cooking. Her hands left your hips so you could turn off the stove and begin to dish up her favorite meal. "Oh god!" you looked around the kitchen before turning to look at Florence once more, "I'm so sorry about the mess!" you added. The kitchen had only grown with more mess since Florence helped you cook, she chuckled. 

"It's okay my love, I'll help you clean it up after dinner" she replied. 

"No, no! You're not lifting a finger; tonight, is all about you and for me to show you how much I've missed you" you spoke with a raised brow in hopes she wouldn't be her stubborn self and help you anyway. 

"What would I do without you, huh?" Florence replied. 

----

After dinner, the dishes were placed in the sink before you made Florence a hot cup of tea to drink while she relaxed in the cinema room but of course you knew that wasn't going to last long when you felt her wrap her arms around your waist once more. "Can we make cooking together a regular thing?" she asked before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. 

"You mean, me make a mess and you saving the day?" you turned in her arms with a warm smile. Florence chuckled once more, "that's not how I see it" she replied. 

"Oh yeah? I'm pretty sure that's exactly what happened" 

"I came home to a beautiful mess, a lovely dinner and my two favourite things in the entire world, Food and Billie" Florence playfully raised her brow as you gently slapped her arm. 

"That's the last time I try to do anything sweet for you!" you joked. 

"Hey! I like coming home to you, my beautiful mess" Florence pecked a kiss on your forehead. 

"Now, if that wasn't so sweet, I'd never cook for you again" you chuckled, blushing big time. Even after two years together, she still gave you the nervous butterflies and she knew a little too well how to make you blush. "Would you like some help cleaning up?" she asked, but you being the stubborn person you were shook your head, "nope, I've got this one" you smiled softly before kissing her lips deeply.

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[boymeetswerewolf]

Sterek Week '23 // Day 1, Only Just Begun / @sterekweek-2023

"Coffee Shop" color palette

i love you for sentimental reasons i hope you do believe me i've given you my heart - Natalie Cole, "For Sentimental Reasons"

"Coffee Shop"

As Stiles made his way to the counter with the gentle sounds of jazz drifting through the shop from an antique gramophone, he pulled out three singles from his back pocket to pay for his order. His eyes were trained on Derek, the somewhat distant, non-smiling yet excruciatingly attractive owner of the shop, who went about tidying up the counter and filling up the display jars on the shelf behind him.

Before he knew it, Stiles found himself standing at the counter and quickly put on a casual smile to try and mask the anxiety brewing inside him. He'd played the scenario over in his head a hundred times while sitting in the corner sipping his coffee, yet now that he had to act it out he was all jittery... or maybe that was just the caffeine.

"Hey, Derek," he began, his voice slightly shaky. He held up the three dollars for his order but before Derek could take it, Stiles said, "I was just wondering, uh, if I could buy you a coffee?" He looked up at Derek and immediately felt frozen in place like a deer in headlights as he waited for Derek to react.

"I usually like the five dollar stuff," Derek quipped as he returned two more jars of coffee grounds to the display shelf. 

Stiles, confused for a second, looked at the three dollars in his hand and back at Derek. "Uh... oh! No, this is for you. I mean— for me. To pay for my coffee, my order." The twin flames of mortification began to engulf Stiles' face and he was fully convinced his cheeks were as bright as a lighthouse, broadcasting his embarrassment for anyone within a five mile radius to see. 

Derek, who rarely smiled, offered Stiles a sly grin as he took the three dollars. "I know," he said softly. "You've been coming here every Wednesday - and sometimes Mondays - for the last six months and you always order a caffè misto, tall. It's $2.95 and you always tell me to keep the change, which I then donate on your behalf to the Wolf Preservation Fund." Derek took a nickel from the cash register as he placed Stiles' three dollars inside, then dropped it into the donation jar, Stiles' eyes following his every move. 

Chuckling bashfully, Stiles shifted from foot to foot. Derek's smile had caught him off-guard, but also somehow put him at ease. "Sorry," he said, not sure what he was apologising for but doing it anyway. "What I meant is I'd like to buy you a coffee sometime, if you'd like that. To get to know you better."

"And why would you want to do that?" Derek asked in return, the smile gone from his lips but still very much lingering in his eyes.

The soft music from the record player reaching Stiles' ears suddenly became familiar and he said, "For Sentimental Reasons," as he glanced in the direction of the old gramophone and the song's title sprung to mind. "I want to do it for... sentimental reasons." He looked back at Derek and suddenly the discomfort and anxiety seemed to wash away as his sincerity came through.

A half-smile returned to Derek's lips, this time expressing a softness Stiles hadn't seen before. "Well, you're in luck," Derek replied quietly. "I close up around 7pm. Maybe you should come by then, and we can have that coffee? Bring five dollars."

When Stiles overcame his disbelief that Derek said yes, he could hardly contain his excitement as he watched Derek's eyes meet with his. A moment formed between them, one they'd both remember for a long time to come. With a casual nod, Stiles replied, "Yeah, 7pm sounds perfect! I'll see you then."

The exchange was brief, but left Stiles with a newfound sense of anticipation. As he left the shop, he didn't see Derek's ears turn a bright shade of red, or the broad smile he tried to hide from the other customers. Neither of them knew this would be the start of something new, something wonderful, but it was just the beginning.

[nytb]

Car Troubles

You grew up in Barcelona, played football as a kid but as you got older, life got in the way so you chose a more traditional work-life. Having worked in your family's garage for the past 3 years, you were in line to be the owner soon enough.

One day, a particular tatted blonde girl made her way to your garage. You were working on a BMW coupe as you bopped to the music playing on your headphones.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, startling you. "WOah- " you yelled turning around and facing the woman. She laughed and immediately apologised "Sorry, there was nobody at reception" she stated "I saw you and tried my luck".

"It's all good" you shook it off "What can I help you with" you said as you wiped your hands with a towel. The defender, who was now staring at your arms started to stutter.

"Um- my car" she pointed out to the driveway "I made.. an appointment" she added. You laughed at the awkwardness as you walked towards the car "So, your car. Having a specific problem or are you here for maintenance?" you asked.

Luckily for the defender, the secretary called you over, explaining what the appointment was about.

You made your way to the blonde with a set of keys in hand "Here, the keys for your replacement car" you said as you handed the keys to the woman.

Mapi's face frowned almost immediately "It's going to take that long?"she asked embarrassed that she didn't know the answer. "No no" You laughed at the defender's panic.

"Come by by the end of the day and it should be ready for ya" you added relieving her worries "Make sure not to crash it" you joked pointing at the replacement car, giving the defender a wink before you made your way back to the garage.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. You managed to fix the BMW's leak problem before finishing the defender's car.

When Mapi arrived to pick her car up, the secretary was once again nowhere to be seen. The blonde woman decided to repeat her morning sequence.

She walked into the garage, spotting you under a Volkswagen Golf, she gently tapped your foot.

"Well aren't you making this a habit" you joked as you got out from under the car.

The defender laughed before she introduced herself "I guess so, it would only be fair if you at least knew my name" she laughed "Mapi" the defender added reaching your hand for a handshake "Y/N" you replied.

For the next couple of weeks, the defender's car seemed to have a lot of issues.

"Damn I thought we fixed it" you stated as Mapi got out of the car "I'm happy to see you too" the defender joked, stealing a soft smile from you.

"In my business, not seeing the client this often is a good thing" you said defeated by the defender's car "What happened this time?" you asked, ready for the worst.

This time, Mapi had made a promise. This time, she wouldn't make some sad excuse up.

Well, this wasn't the time. "It's making a weird noise" she mumbled, escaping out of her original plan.

"Let's take it out for a spin shall we" an offer the defender wouldn't pass on.

The drive only proved one thing: the car was running as smooth as ever. Leaving one question, why did it keep making it's way into your garage...

It didn't take you long to figure it out.

"You ever gonna tell me why you keep visiting my shop when you have a perfectly working car?"

The question shocked the defender, hell, it even shocked you.

"I- I um" the defender mumbled, trying to make an excuse up. The fact that she had your eyes on her didn't make the task any easier. "The other day-" the defender started to lie through her teeth.

"Well actually" the defender gave up "I've been trying to ask you out" she confessed.

You could only laugh "I figured as much", a bit of a self-centred reply. "The stack of mechanical bills has gotten quite big huh" you joked earning you a slight slap from the defender.

"Yeah, this might be the most expensive first date I've had" Mapi stated, clearly too ahead of herself.

"You've had?" you repeated "Now don't go celebrating something you haven't gotten yet"

[s-dazzlegarden]

A little something on the side

"Senpai, sensei, why would you do this to us? To me?! I thought you loved me!"

"Yugo, I was not apart of this. At all. Neither was Ike. We were here to chat. The rest of them were the culprits," you sighed tiredly, patting the blue haired disk jockey who was sobbing dramatically into your lap.

The aforementioned male sniffled before lifting his head, showing his teary face as water dripped from his locks and .. well, everywhere.

'They really spared no mercy,' you thought wryly, as you reached a hand out to cup his face. Brushing your thumb under his eyes to wipes the water and tears away gently, you shifted your gaze from him to the novelist at your side who had been observing your interaction with his student.

"I think it's time to reign in our boys Ikey."

"Do we have to (N/n)? I'm open to leaving them here to suffer at the hands of our juniors," Ike mumbled, stuffing his face into your shoulder.

Chuckling a little at his words, you patted your free hand on his thigh to signal for him to get up and join you in your fetch quest.

After ushering Yugo to go get himself dried and changed, both you and Ike trudged up the stairs towards the room where you hear the most amount of chaos coming from. Mentally preparing yourselves for what they were doing, you pushed open the door.

Only to be met with a water balloon to your face... Twice

"Oh shoot, sorry (N/n)! I thought it was Yugo," Shu apologised as he immediately dropped the remaining water balloons he was carrying (making them explode over the floor!) and stumbled over to you, patting your face and hair dry with his sleeves.

"Oh god are you okay senpai?" Fulgur asked, popping his head up from behind a chair only to have a balloon explode in his face.

"GOD DAMMIT VOXY!"

"IT WASN'T ME ASSHOLE!" came Vox's indignant reply as he too popped his head up only to also meet the same fate as the cyborg.

"Take that bitch."

"Uki?!"

-

Hello my sweets 💕 I truly apologize for the long disappearance once more. After I promised to come back, I actually fell sick for a really long while and this is my first time feeling well enough. I've been sleeping a lot too hence the writing at the odd timing

(It is currently 2:17am as of me writing this)

I do hope you can forgive me! I'll have part 4 up in a few hours after a good night sleep. I can feel my medication kicking in so I'm going to go rest. I swear on my stupid stuffy nose that I'll have part 4 and if possible maybe a part 5? (Idk how long I'll have this series for) up today. I'll also proofread and edit later on.

Happy White Day my sweets 💕 A present from me to you!