#please send me asks i am sick and lonely :(

[oyabun-draws]

coc 2024 Day 26: Savour

[blue-jisungs]

hi hi hi!!! is it possible to request for long distance relationship with piwon? and thank you for your contributions within the p1ece community with all of these masterpieces you've made 🫡

[ 💌 ] long distance relationship w piwon

# author’s note ... ahhh sorry it took so long:(( TYSM FOR RQING THO N FOR UR NICE WORDS HEHE!!! i got a bunch of piwon reqs and u dont even know how excited i am to write them mwhaahahah <333

┆彡 KEEHO [ 기호 ]

i feel like he’d be the strongest soldier amongst them all

because he’s just so chronically online LMFAO 

no but even if you don’t text everyday (which happens, given his busy schedules), there’s always a way that keeho will reach out 

sends you reels on insta, sends you tiktok’s he found or he filmed, you can see his bereal, you can see what he’s listening to on airbuds … like he makes sure you know he’s safe n sound (i hope that makes sense?!) 

and he clings to every notification from you as well!!! 

like oh, you just hit another milestone on duolingo?? he’s texting you asap !!!

also the type to spam you with photos of things that remind him of you:(((( 

he loooves to face time you but more often than not the call always ends up interrupted by one of the boys 😭😭😭

┆彡 INTAK [ 인탁 ]

he’s so loverboy im actually gonna cry 

he was not build for this please save him from this misery 😿😿😿 

cannot survive without calling you at LEAST twice a day. like for real. 

will spam you with i love yous and i miss yous so so much because he just wants to be sure that you know his feelings for you are unchanged:(

facetiming is a must as well, he’ll often do that at the end of his (or yours if you’re in diff time zone) day so you can talk before going to sleep:( 

won’t admit but loves when you fall asleep on ft:( like at least he can adore your sleepy face like he does when he’s with you:(

deffo buys everything that he thinks you’d like so when you reunite he has BAGS of gifts:(

(can you tell i love him so dearly.)

┆彡 THEO [ 테오 ]

he’s so:< 

checks up on you everyday!!!!! tracks your lil icon on find my and calls you sometimes like “oh i saw you’re in your fav cafe, what are you getting?” 

i believe he’s a romantic okay? so you two deffo have those apps for couples that like ,, you can draw something and it’ll pop up on his screen 

or locket! :( like he loves getting notifs n he deffo stares at the silly selfies you take:(((( 

he also sends flowers for you, sometimes no matter the occasion <\\3 may or may not send a bottle of his cologne because he just knows you’ll feel less lonely if you can smell his perfume🥹🥹🥹

he’s sooo nostalgic❤️‍🩹 will scroll through your pics and videos… watch them all the time… m smile so fondly at the screen (while others make fun of him >:T) 

has bought tickets to your place impulsively… at least three times 

(and obv used them ?! like hellour he won’t waste the money now that he bought them !!! )

┆彡 JIUNG [ 지웅 ]

please end his suffering pt2 

he is physically sick when you’re not around !!! (his tummy hurts… well, his heart too…) 

spams you all day everyday – he saw a cute cat? sent. cool clothes? sent and asking for advice. a dead frog on the street? sent with caption ‘me when you’re 372028193 km away’ 

selfies too!!! you’ll get soooo many selcas bc he just knows you miss his face (and worry not, you send yours in return!! he kicks his legs like a teenage girl whenever he sees them~~) 

facetimes you (or you him) even when doing the most mundane things ever… you could be studying in silence and he’ll be playing on his switch, none of you talking because you’re locked in… but he steals glances at the screen and your face,,, mentally counting down days when you’re gonna meet again 🥹

literally thinks about you sm that he can’t help but mention you whenever he can:( “omg yn would love that!” “oooo this is yn’s favorite snack!!” “i need to take a pic for yn!!!” 

atp his friends scheme how to get him to you ASAP!!!

┆彡 SHOTA [ 翔太 ]

i feel like he’d handle it the worst actually:( but only bc he’s just such a lover boy, he needs you close:( 

keeho or other members will often send you pictures of sulking shota once you hang up on face time <\3 

will spam you even with single kaomojis so you’re an expert with those, professional translator if you will

definitely spams you with lots of content too, like pics of plushies, his short blogs, food pics 

requires food pics in return (secretly makes sure you do eat this way) 

when he’s feeling like a little tease, he’ll send lots of pics with keeho when they’re hugging and caption them with something sassy 😭 

deffo tracks you on find my when he’s bored but deep down he just checks up on you and makes sure you’re safe 

┆彡 JONGSEOB [ 종섭 ]

you’re literally vlogging to each other 😭😭😭 voice memos or insta stories just for him !! 

and you bet your ass he’ll reply to every single one 

loves face timing you when he’s writing new songs… you’re his muse (but it’s not like he’ll say it out loud) 

definitely looks at your pictures with a whipped smile (and got caught sooo many times but they don’t tease him that much since he’s just so in love it hurts

another one to use every app possible to keep in touch w you HOWEVER he’s not very cheesy,,, so expect him to doodle theo with a big butt in return to your hearts and flowers 

sending memes and reels is his love language, will send lots with the caption “us when i get back” :(( 

masterlist <3

taglist. @primoppang ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,,

@mon2sunjinsuver ,, @litepowee

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Get better, okay?

pairing: lee know x gn!reader

genre: sick fic, fluff

word count: 742

warning/s: none?

a/n: this is just a short drabble bcs i'm sick and medicated. i hope it makes sense bcs at this point i'm hallucinating.💀 hope you like it, if you did please reblog🫶🏻🫶🏻

~check out my: Masterlist

You're standing in your kitchen, cursing yourself cause you're going to be late for work again. You're trying to make some toast as quickly as possible because you know that your boyfriend will nag at you if you didn't have any breakfast.

You hear Minho getting up, his feet shuffling towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."- you chuckle at his disheveled state, his hair sticking in all directions and a scowl on his cute face.

"I don't feel so well."- he says weakly.

"What?"- the smile on your face fades away, replaced with concern.

You drop what you were doing and come closer to Minho, your wrist on his forehead.

"You're burning up!"- you gasp and he groans.

"Great! Just what I needed."- he rolls his eyes and then winces. "Ugh, headache."- he adds.

"Okay, you go back to bed and I'll call in sick at work and take care of you."- you say.

"I don't wanna be in bed all day!"- he whines. "I've got things to do."

"I know you don't but I'm not giving you any choices. Bed, now."

"That sentence would be hot in different circumstances."- he smirks and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Go to bed, please."- you add desperately.

"Alright, alright, I'm going."- he says and trudges back into your room.

You rummage through the cabinets to find some medicine as you put the kettle on. Sending a quick message to your boss (who was thankfully always understanding), you work around the kitchen, making tea and cutting up some fruit for Minho.

Suddenly, you feel a breath hit your neck and you shriek turning around quickly.

"Minho! What are you doing here? And how did I not hear you?"- you ask, hand on your beating chest.

"I'm bored in bed. And lonely. All alone."- he pouts. You chuckle, having no idea he was clingy when he's sick.

"I'll be right there, honey."- you coo, ushering him towards the room. "You need to lay down."

"But see, I'm fine."

"You're most definitely not."- you say, seeing a sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Lay down, please."

He whines again but this time he listens, dragging his feet slowly, making a show of it.

When you're done preparing everything you lay it down on a tray and carry it to your room. You almost melt at the sight, Minho buried in blankets, only his hair and eyes peeking out.

"Let's first check your temperature."- you say.

"Okay, doctor."- he smirks and you shake your head, chuckling at him.

"Wow, your fever is kinda high."- you frown, looking at the thermometer after it beeped.

"Great news."- Minho says sarcastically.

"Here, drink your medicine."- you say and he does so, looking at you with glassy eyes.

"How about some fruit?"- you say and Minho pouts again.

"Feed me?"- he asks and you chuckle.

"You're such a big baby."- you say.

"Am not! Don't you dare tell any of the guys I'm like this when I'm sick. Now, please feed me or I will cry."- he says and you chuckle again, grabbing the plate with the fruit.

"I can't believe my day's been ruined like this. I hate being sick."- your boyfriend whines.

"My grumpy little man."- you smirk.

"I am not little."- he narrows his eyes at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Okay, but you're grumpy."- you lean in and kiss his forehead.

"Missed my lips."- he smirks.

"I didn't."- you tease him. "Anyways, lay down now. You need sleep."- you add grabbing a cloth you brought earlier and getting up so you can put it under water.

"Where you going?"- Minho pouts.

"I'll be right back."- you say, disappearing into the bathroom.

You come back and put the wet cloth on his forehead.

"Oh, that's nice."- he says.

"Do you want me to lay down with you?"- you ask and he whines, making grabby hands at you.

You chuckle and change into more comfortable clothes before crawling into bed.

You put your arms around Minho and he settles on your chest, burying his forehead into your neck.

"I had no idea you were this clingy when you're sick."- you smirk, caressing his head.

"You must be hallucinating."- he mumbles.

"Right... I'm hallucinating."- you giggle.

It's silent for a moment and you think he fell asleep, until you feel his arm tightening around you.

"I love you."- he whispers.

"I love you."- you echo, kissing his head.

"Get better, okay?"

✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg

[imagineanime2022]

Tohru's Cousin

Shigure Sohma X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3821

Requested: @twilightlover2007

Requested: Ok, I've been ITCHING to see this. Your writing for fb is FANTASTIC! I would love to have Tohru meet her cousin on her mom's side, her cousin locates her and they set up a meeting.

I'd love to see headcannons of her meeting a few of the Sohma's. While some, Kyo, might be worried she's more like her mother's wild side she's actually quite a bookworm. I'd love for her to end up with Haru or Shigure whichever you think would be best! Please and thank you!!!

Warning: Parent death, no mention of a father, reader is injured, this is long!!

How The Boys View Tohru's Cousin

You sat at your desk looking at the letter that your mother had left you, she had said that there were things that she had never found the right time to tell you, though she figured that you should know. Things about your family and the reason that she very rarely spoke about them. Part of you wondered if you should just leave it be but the only person that you had was your mother, you had never been an outgoing person and when your mother got sick it was an excuse to stay in the house and deal with as few people as possible. That would get lonely now though with literally no one in the house. Even if you didn’t talk, having your mother there made up for it.

Finally you leaned forward taking the letter in your hands you took a deep breath and opened it, you smiled at the familiar handwriting of your mother’s:

My Dear (Y/N)

I know that I should have told you this in person when we were both there to make amends but I’m too much of a coward to approach this subject head on. The sicker I get the more I realise that you will be alone by the time you read this, I can’t leave you like that, not when I know that you still have family out there, a cousin. Younger than you and an aunt out there hopefully, with any hope they will be willing to give you the family that you need now.

When I was younger, I didn’t realise how much she needed help, your aunt was the leader of a gang back then and to me it was pointless and dangerous and for the most part did only bring trouble to us all, that was what prompted me to cut ties with her but as I got older I knew that I had just abandoned her and left her to whatever fate befell her.

Then she sent me a letter asking me to meet with her and a picture of a small girl, her name was Tohru Honda, that was what she had told me. When that letter came through it reminded me of the fact that I had walked away and still she wanted to make it better, she is a better person than I am, that’s why I send you to her now.

As you can tell I never accepted the offer and she never attempted to contact me again but I hope that she’s still in the same place, you will at least have someone to reach out to if you need them.

The letter went on to give you the address that your mum had last known your aunt to be living at as well as your grandparents last known address. You decided that you had nothing better to do then to go and at least apologise for the way that you mother had behaved right?

You were starting to regret ever trying to find your long lost family. It had you socialising with more people then you had ever wanted to, in fact when you knocked on the door of the apartment was not your aunt but your grandfather and grandmother both of whom seemed to recognise you for your resemblance to your mother. “We were told that she had passed, we were in the process of getting a letter to you ourselves.” Your grandfather had said “with everything else going on, we sent it out later than we hoped.” “I see, well my mum left me a letter explaining that my aunt was trying to reconnect, I don’t know if she still wants to or not but I at least wanted to apologise for my mother ignoring her all these years and you it would seem.” You explained. “Your mother was a good girl even when she was younger, Kyoko was the troubled one, it was no wonder that your mother separated herself from her and us, we spent a lot of time chasing after Kyoko while she chased after us all. Eventually she fell behind. I don't blame her for the distance between us, I’m just happy that you want to get to know us.” Your grandmother explained. “I wish that there was some other way to tell you this but your Aunt has passed as well.” Your grandfather informed you. “But her daughter Tohru is still here in fact, we are having out house renovated so that she could move in, maybe you could too if you like here.” “How are you so accepting after everything that my mother did?” You asked. “You are not your mother, you should not answer for what she has done not to mention your here, you want to be different do you not?” Your Grandfather asked. “You should meet Tohru, she'd be happy to have someone other than us around, you may be able to connect with her a little more, even if you are older.” Your grandmother suggested. “Okay, I can leave my number, I have to check in for the room that I booked but she can call whenever she wants… If she wants.” You explained as you stood from where you were sitting. “Thank you for seeing me today.”

You had only been settled into your room for about 2 hours before there was a knock on your door, you frowned not really knowing who would be knocking on your door “Are you (Y/N)?” A voice asked before you had even gotten a look at the body it belonged to. It only took a second for your eyes to fall on the girl with mid length brown hair, brown eyes and soft features, behind her was a taller blonde girl and another girl dressed in all black with black hair and a mysterious air about her. “Yes, that’s me.” You finally answered, waiting for whoever of the three to speak. “I’m Tohru, I know that you left your number to call but I couldn’t wait to meet you.” The brown haired girl said, your eyes widened. “These are my friends Saki and Arisa. Do you mind if we come in?” “Oh of course.” You stepped aside allowing them all to come in “please um, sit anywhere.” “You seem surprised…” Tohru frowned. “I just wasn’t expecting that you would want to meet me, you know considering it was my mother who cut connections with everyone, it wouldn’t be unfair for you to want nothing to do with me.” You shrugged. “No, I don’t think that it’s your fault that all of that happened and Mum always talked about the fun that she had with her sister before they grew apart, she missed her and I promised that if we ever met that I would try to make it work, honestly I thought that you would never contact us.” Tohru explained. “I didn’t know about you, when mum left I wasn’t born, she kept you a secret from me, only told me in a letter that she left me after she died.” You answered. “I’ve never been good at talking to people or making friends so really I don’t have anyone back home, I thought that maybe I could make some friends here and fix what my mother had broken.” “Well then we can be your first friends, Grandpa said that he offered you a place to stay, so why don’t you stay for a little while and see if you like it here.” Tohru suggested. “There are some other people that I could introduce you to as well.”

When Tohru sat down to eat with the Sohma’s that evening they could all tell that she was distracted but Kyo was the one to point it out “what is wrong with you?” he asked, causing Tohru to jump looking at him. “Oh sorry, I was just thinking, I met someone today, she needs some friends, I was hoping that maybe I could introduce her to all of you.” Tohru explained. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Yuki asked. “I don’t think her touching you is going to be a problem, she’s very reserved, it’s just that she’s my cousin and her Mum died, she doesn’t have anyone else, so I want her to feel welcome here, so she can stay close to the family that she has left.” Tohru explained. “You are always thinking about someone else.” Shigure smiled. “I don’t see the problem with you bringing her here as long as these two behave.” “Us!? What about you?” Kyo asked. “I don’t go around starting fights with everyone I meet.” Shigure dismissed him. “No, you just flirt with them instead.” Yuki muttered as the three launched into an argument which had become common at the table only stopping when Kyo launched across the table at Shigure, almost knocking everything everywhere.

It was only a week later that Tohru arranged for you to come over for dinner, she had made a huge meal for you all to enjoy and hoped that you would be able to find a friend in Shigure who was closer to your age then she was. What she hadn’t expected was for Hatori and Ayame to be there as well, when she entered the house with you, she had expected Shigure, Kyo and Yuki but she was face with the other two as well, she didn’t mind but it seemed that you did. “When you said meet other people, I assumed they would be other girls, are you trying to get me a new friend or boyfriend?” You asked. “O-oh I wasn’t trying anything, I swear!” Tohru panicked as she waved her hands around. “Is everything okay Miss Honda?” Shigure called over as he caught sight of your hushed conversation. “Everything is fine, we just weren’t expecting such a large group.” Tohru answered nervously. “Oh don’t worry we’re harmless, I promise.” Shigure smiled, his eyes caught on the book tucked under your arm “you like to read?” “I am better at reading than making friends.” You explained. “Maybe that will change here.” Shigure shrugged, “My name is Shigure Sohma.” “(Y/N) Honda.” You answered. “Well this is going to be confusing if we have to call you both Miss Honda.” Shigure muttered his hand coming up to his chin as he talked. “You can just call me (Y/N).” You suggested “there’s no reason for all the formalities.” “Then in that case please call me Shigure.” He smiled as he turned to the other two that he had been sitting with “Those two are close friends of my Hatori Sohma and Ayame Sohma. There are two friends of Tohru, Kyo Sohma and Yuki Sohma.” “Wow, such a big family.” You observed. “Not as close as some may think but yes we are a big family.” Shigure nodded as he led you over to the other two where he offered you a seat “what did you do back home?” He asked. “I had odd jobs, mostly working from home, especially after mum got sick.” You answered. “What do you all do?” “I have a shop in town where I design clothes, you should stop by sometime, I’m sure I could make something you like.” Ayame declared, you smiled softly, he seemed nice. “I’m a Doctor though I primarily work for the Sohma family.” Hatori answered and you nodded. “Shigure?” You asked and he smiled as he looked at you. “I’m a writer.” He answered. “Writer?” You asked. “That’s right.” He nodded. “I don’t suppose that you’ve read anything from me.” “I have a large collection, it’s highly likely that your books are in there too.” You answered with a nod “I’ve never been good with names, even if they write some of my most loved novels… Sorry.” “No need to apologise, all I ask is that you enjoy the work that I put out.” Shigure smiled softly as the conversation continued for the rest of the evening.

By the end of the week you had decided that you would stay, you didn’t move there straight away instead taking some time to move everything that you needed to your new home and finally finding a job, with the small amount of money that your mother had left you, you were able to secure a place to stay without a job but you still needed one to live. It didn’t take long to get a job at a small bookstore, with your knowledge of books and opinions on the subject when asked. You became better with the names of the writers and had even read all of the books that Shigure had written and even some that he had recommended. You were in that very shop now, you were the only one working that day, it was a small shop but the woman who ran it was old and had no children to help her. You were shelving some of the new stock when the door opened “well don’t you look at home.” You recognised the voice as Shigure’s. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “I was actually looking for someone.” He answered, “I believe that her shift ends soon.” “Her shift does end soon but what could you possibly need with her?” you asked as you turned to glance at him. Since meeting him a few months ago, you had become good friends and often teased each other. He was a flirt but the distance he kept between the two of you gave you the impression that that was all it was flirting. “Well I was hoping that she would join me for dinner tonight.” He said as he leant against the counter of the small store. “Dinner?” You asked. “What’s the occasion?” “Nothing you need to worry about… Dinner?” He asked again as he watched you place the last of the books on the shelf ready for the next day. “Sure, let's go.” You nodded.

The next day you were in the shop as usual, it was a slow moving day but when your next customer came in you were glad of the fact “You. What’s your name?” She asked, she seemed to darken to the entire shop as her shadow stretched from her feet. “My name is (Y/N).” You answered. “You're the one he talks about, the one he sees.” She moved closer and you suddenly felt as if you weren’t safe. “The one who stole him from me!” You gripped the counter behind you as you tried to stand your ground, you hadn’t taken anyone, she definitely had the wrong person. “I’m sorry but I don’t know what you're talking about.” You tried to say but as you hands lifted in a sign of surrender she grabbed your wrist, grip tight as she pulled you closer. “He was always by my side, what is so special about you!?” If venom could be fashioned into words those would be the ones, almost as if she wished she could kill you with them. “Who?” You asked. “Akito! Let go of her!” Shigure. He was the one that she was talking about. “She stole you from me!” Akito yelled. “No you pushed me away, she had nothing to do with the way our relationship has progressed, now let go of her!” Shigure ordered. Akito yelled, sharp and dangerous before throwing you to the floor, the speed and angle that you fell caused a sharp pain in your wrist, you were even sure that you heard it break. “We’re going home.” Akito ordered. “No, you are going home, I am going to make sure that (Y/N) is okay.” He answered as he walked past her crouch near you, there was another growl before you heard her step retreat. “Can you move?” “Who was that?” You asked pushing yourself up on your good arm to get into a proper sitting position. “The head of the family, she’s been a vile person to know for a long time now, the rest of the family had pulled away from her long before now but I had no one to pull back.” He answered. “Come on, we have to get your wrist checked.”

The next morning your wrist had been casted and you were back at the store, you hadn’t spoken to Shigure and you didn’t expect to instead it was Hatori who came to see you on the first day. “I’m only here to check on you.” He promised. “How are you holding up?” “I’m fine.” You answered. “And your wrist?” He asked. “Those painkillers work wonders.” You answered. “You know that he never meant for this to happen.” Hatori finally said “he is sly and cunning but he would never have wanted you to get hurt.” “Doesn’t matter, he’s not here you are. He never wanted me anyway, your head of the family had it all wrong.” “Is that what you think?” Hatori asked. “You are very much like Tohru from what I hear. It doesn't run in the family.” “What are you talking about?” You asked. “Tohru told us about her mother and while I didn’t know yours it would see that they were both similar, it was why they clashed so much maybe.” He suggested. “Maybe.” You answered. “You are nothing like that, you would rather let go of what you want if it meant that he’d be safe.” Hatori answered. “Sometimes the best course of action is not to take action at all.” You explained the door to the shop opened signalling the arrival of another customer.

The next day Ayame was the one to come and see you “Now why are you hiding away in here dear?” Ayame asked. “I’m not hiding, this is my job.” You smiled as he walked over to the counter. “And yet I don’t see you anywhere else.” He argued as he leaned against the counter. “You should have been given half the confidence that the rest of your family seems to possess.” He sighed. “What are you talking about?” You asked. “If only either one of you were brave enough to take what you wanted.” He sighed. “He’s worse than usual without you around, more antagonistic and annoying.” “It’s been two days, he’ll be fine.” You answered. “Can you blame me for wanting to keep the rest of me intact.” “I guess not.” Ayame sighed “but this has nothing to do with keeping yourself intact, your family has never been good at self preservation, Tohru has shown us that.” “I’m not Tohru.” You reminded him. “(Y/N) what are you still doing here dear, you need to pack.” The old lady who runs the store Miss Okai said. “I told you I didn’t need the extra time.” You smiled at her “it’s only a trip back to my old town to see some old friends.” “Go, now child the quicker you leave the quicker you see them.” She smiled, pushing you towards the door “go”.

“Shigure!” Ayame yelled as he all but fell into the living room of the small house. “You have to stop her!” “Who?” Shigure asked his eyes moving to the man who was seemingly heaving breaths. “(Y/N)! The curse has been broken, you don’t have to worry about Akito, I know what happened but she’s leaving, she said that she’s going to see old friends.” Ayame explained. “What’s the problem with that?” Shigure asked. “Shigure she has no friends back home remember, if you let her leave now you might not see her again, are you really okay with that?” Ayame asked. “You should go and see her.” Tohru said from where she was in the kitchen. “She spoke to me today, she said that she would probably be gone for a while, that I could call her whenever I wanted but that she would be here.” “You're worried?” Shigure asked. “This was the first place that she’s belonged to for a long time and Akito made her doubt that.” Tohru answered “I’m worried that if we let her leave now, she’ll never find somewhere to settle again.”

You sat on the sofa bag packed in the corner, some of the things that you thought you might need on your travels, you had decided that you needed a break even if that meant leaving everyone behind for a while. Your train left in the morning so you had to wait until then even if you were given a half day at work. “They were right about you leaving.” Shigure, you hadn’t heard that voice for a few days and only now do you realise how much you miss it. “What does it matter to you?” You asked, you didn’t bother to ask how he had gotten in, you were sure that he’d side step the question. “You didn’t tell me that you were leaving.” He said as he walked towards you. “I wasn’t aware that I needed to.” You frowned. “They all think that you need me, I don’t think that's true.” Shigure said as he came to stand in front of you “it’s me that needs you.” “What?” You asked as he leaned forward, hands placed on either side of you keeping you pinned to the sofa. “I need you.” He answered, pressing a kiss to your temple “I want you.” Another to your cheek. “I love you.” the last a kiss on the lips, soft, tentative as he one of his hands came up around the back of your head to hold you in place, pressing harder now that you were pushing him away exploring more of you than anyone else ever had, his tongue swiping gently against your bottom lip asking for entrance only pulling away when you needed to breathe. “You love me?” You asked. “More than you could ever know.” He promised “for a long time I chased Akito but she never wanted me, not the way I wanted her and then you came along, innocent and unburdened, you got to know me as Shigure and I loved every moment of you, my best memories are the ones I share with you.” “Then we should make some more?” You suggested, it sounded like a question and he hated that. “We will make more, no matter who tries to stop us.” He promised his hand moving down to gently rest on the cast on your wrist. “We can still see the world if that is what you want but I won’t let you do it alone.” “I leave tomorrow.” You reminded him and he smiled as he flopped down in the seat next to you. “We leave tomorrow.” He smirked, pressing another kiss to your cheek, his hand playing with your hair and drawing you closer “and then once we come back we’ll show everyone that we are the best thing that ever happened to each other.”

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[yarrystyleeza]

Congratulations on the milestone, friend!!! 🎉🎉 I’m so excited for you! 💖

So for your sleepover event I’d like to send in a request for someone that is probably NOT expected from me. Can I please get some fluff for one of my other absolute loves Daryl Dixon? Maybe something fluffy about being unable to fall asleep? Possibly something with a love confession? Whatever feels right for you I'd be excited to read! I miss my crossbow wielding love 😭❤

Thank you so much, Bella! This was definitely a milestone, and it wouldn't have been possible without you, thank you again! 🥰����

And as for the request, I had such a fun time writing it, I missed Daryl so much and your request brought back so many memories 🥺💞💞💞

Night Birds (D.D)

Requested by @bellaxgiornata

Pairing and dynamic: Daryl Dixon x female!reader — friends to lovers

Prompt: fluff, one bed trope, unable to fall asleep, love confession

Word count: 2.2k!

Writer's note: this took me a while to write, not just because I haven't written anything for Daryl in more than 3 years, but the story building wasn't easy, and I just hope it's enjoyable and fun. Also, this lil fic is heavily inspired by Panic! At The Disco's out of the Vault "night birds", unfortunately it was taken down from YouTube due to copyright issues but here's a snippet of it on twt

"shit." you muttered under your breath, looking at the one bed at the end of the cabin, you squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose. You and Daryl left Alexandria and went scavenging this morning, but your journey took way longer than expected and it was dangerous for you to take the road back home in this wintery night.

You twisted your lips in a thoughtful pout, Daryl soon notices that after he had locked the cabin door. "what?" he narrows his blue eyes as he asks, "it's a..." you gesture in the direction of the bed, "oh." he commented..

The two of you stood in place—silently for a full minute before Daryl makes a suggestion. "I can sleep on the floor--" immediately, you shook your head in disapproval, "no, Daryl, it's too cold and you might get sick," you fired back, "but I don' think that thin' can hold us up together, y'know," Daryl objected, "a bed is still a bed, even though it looks old, and rusty, and small... and a little crooked..." you gesture at the odd position the bed was in, tilting your head to try to find any correct angle in this bed.

Daryl stood silent for a moment to recollect his thoughts and you eyed him patiently, he eyed you a little before speaking, you cross your arms, pout your lips and knit your brows, waiting for him to drop the bomb of a thought because you knew what he's about to say now.

"there's another cabin down the road, 15 minute walk from here..." you rolled your eyes with a very loud objective groan, uncrossing your arms, "of course no, Daryl," he mirrored your eye roll, "don't even ask why, you know why, we need to always stick together, like— how am I supposed to make sure you're okay?" you interrupted before he could defend his suggestion, "we have our walkie-talkies--" he shrugged, "we don't," you whispered and he grimaced immediately, "what d'ya mean?" his brows got knitted, you smiled your teeth out.

"I thought it was a quick trip so I thought we didn't really need them..." you twisted your fingers as you answered with a low voice.

You lied about that, you actually brought the devices and you hid them in your backpack, you just wanted him to stay with you.

You've known Daryl for a really long time, you met back at Hershel's farm. You were a lone survivor and you happen to stumble upon Daryl in the woods. You needed a shelter and Hershel's family home provided this for you and in exchange, you helped them on their search for Sophia. Unfortunately it didn't go as intended, and everyone had to face the ugly truth about her death.

But during the search—Daryl accidentally got shot by Andrea and you offered to stay and take care of him—since everyone else was busy; and you found peace in his presence. That was the day you became true friends, inseparable friends.

Wherever Daryl was, you were with him. You were always together on missions, and whenever Rick talked about a scavenging mission you were the first one signing up the moment you know Daryl was on it too. You couldn't truly connect with other members in the group, you were shy and had troubles bonding with a big group of people, but you were always nice to them.

But, Daryl holds a special place in your heart, and you could never deny that. You were two lone wolves who found a little peace of mind together.

Now, you can see how frustrated he is, the look of both anger and worry are soaking his gentle features. "I'm sorry, Daryl," you muttered softly between your teeth, he shrugged, "forget 'bout it, pet."

You took your backpack off your shoulder and placed it by the end of the bed, you kicked your shoes off and slipped out of your heavy winter jacket. You fluff your hair and gently you lie down the mattress and your body sinks in. You were exhausted.

You watch Daryl as he makes his way to the bed, his expression is a little unsure of his actions and it was confusing, you rarely saw that face of him, he's nervous, silent and red. Daryl slowly sits on the edge of the bed, he lies down on your left side and you feel how timid he is.

"goodnight, Daryl," you lie on your back and you fix your eyes on the ceiling, he shifts a little, mirroring your pose but his hands are behind his head, his leather covered elbow brushes your cheek softly. "goodnight, pet," Daryl gently replies.

And you stay like that for hours, both facing the ceiling, you start counting the cracks in the wooden surfaces and they're twenty one, you want to pull your eyes out of their sockets to force yourself to sleep but you can't, the clock hanging on the wall had long died, you feel like a nocturnal animal who's unable to close its eyes but feeling drunk and paralyzed, you're too aware of how loud your heart is pumping tonight, you can feel every particle of dust falling onto your skin, and your breathing is so audible that you feel it ringing in your ears, it's uncomfortable and overwhelming.

Your eyes glance to the side and you notice how silent Daryl is, but he wasn't asleep either. "you can't sleep, right?" you mumble, your eyes are back on the ceiling, recounting the clefts, did their number increase?

"nah, and I guess you aren'..." he replies with the same calm tone, still looking up. "do you remember that night—back at Hershel's farm when neither of us was able to fall asleep?" you try to remind him.

The night Daryl got shot, you drank a huge amount of coffee in order to stay awake and take care of him, it was a terrible decision, because you spent the night and the next morning—shaking in weakness. And Daryl was in so much pain he couldn't close his eyes either but kept lying to you—telling you it feels more like a scratch. You kept hearing him groaning quietly and you kept petting his head to try and make his focus shift to the movement of your fingers in his hair. It was a very exhausting night but you woke up collapsed over Daryl as you had sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

"I get the same vibes here," your heart beats faster, you have no idea why you're nervous but you are. "us getting stuck together and having to deal with each other," you chuckle a little as you recall the events, "you were so pissed about me following you everywhere but then you got shot and I had to stay the night and take care of you," you keep on talking, almost feeling like you're talking to yourself. Daryl was silent, it was a little heartbreaking that he had no reaction to it.

"jeez, sorry for giving you a headache--" you sigh, tears almost stray out of your heavy eyelids, "at all, pet, I love listening to ya talkin' bout anythin'," he cuts you off, you feel his weight shifting next to you, you glance to the side and you see his blue eyes shining back at you in the dim light.

"I thought you were annoying at first but, I can't lie to ya, turns out you never were, pet," you giggle at his affirmation, "maybe because I'm a little too loud to you," you admit, your energies might have never matched but you still found harmony within it.

You remember the day you got kidnapped by Merle back at Woodbury, Daryl came over with the group to rescue you, Maggie, and Glenn. You were never able to remember anything about that event, never recalled how many hours or days you were gone but there was only one thing you remember for sure, Daryl ran up to you the moment he saw you and hugged you tight—almost crushing you in his arms. Something in you changed and you felt attracted and more attached to him. The worry in his blue orbs, and his tight hug still burns your skin.

Then the day everything fell apart and you had to flee the prison. You were introduced to the overprotective side of Daryl, he never left your side since then, and you always found yourself safe in his presence.

You never wanted to be away from him, and you hated the fact that you got separated when you first arrived to Alexandria, you were so mad that you picked up a fight with him intentionally so he could spend more time talking to you. You felt torn apart whenever he had to leave for a scavenging mission without you, and you couldn't stand any lady trying to hit on him.

The realization hits you hard... You've been in love with Daryl for longer than you can imagine.

"you look tired, pet, you need t' sleep," you almost chuckle at his words, "wish I could but I can't," you mumble. He half sits on the bed, "c'mere, pet," you look up at him, his arms are open wide for you, your heart twists in your chest as you try to make up your mind. You give up and place your head over his chest, his heart pumping next to your ear, his fingers delicately slip through your hair and he gently moves his tips on your scalp in circular motions, your eyes flutter shut and you snuggle your face into him.

His movement misses around with your heartbeat, poor little thing is thundering in your chest. You truly can't live without him.

"I care so much 'bout you, pet," your heart dropped, could this mean that you weren't the only one feeling it? You weren't so sure about it yet, but you decided you should let him finish his words.

But then his hand travels down, leaving your hair, his palm cups your cheek and his thumb fondles your blushed skin. "I care— so much 'boucha that I never think of anythin' else except for ya," you shift your head to look up at him and you find him staring back down at you.

You couldn't help but lift your head off his chest to sit straight and look directly at him in disbelief, he's astonished by your reaction and you see him lowering his eyes to his now tangled fingers. "I shouldn't 've talked about it, 'm sorry," he mumbles and you shift closer to him.

You don't quite know how you did it, but you aimed a kiss to his lips and he is taken by surprise. The very first time you've ever put your lips on him feels so unique, but you're to scared to indulge in the feeling. You part away from him, his face is unreadable, he turned pale white. Realizing what you just did. Did he actually feel anything for you? Does he even like you back? Was this the right thing to do? Or did you misunderstood the whole situation? You had no answers for those questions.

You're overthinking it a lot that you don't notice him moving closer to you, cupping your cheeks and drawing you into a kiss. Your shoulders fall and your hands envelope the back of his neck, gently tugging onto his long locks. His hands round your waist and you could feel the smile on his lips, he draws you over to his lap and he hugs you tight as the kiss continues.

He kisses you sweetly, and you only melt more into him, fumbling his face with the tips of your fingers, feeling the soft stubble on his cheeks. His hands go back over your cheeks and he's softly caressing them, tucking your hair behind your ears and you feel his lips stretching once again.

Daryl slowly pulls away from you, he's shy, he's nervous, he's flustered, and surely he's shaking but his smile is so big that you could barely see his ocean blue eyes. "so sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I was just—" you say and he giggles at you, "gosh, I love you, Daryl," you chuckle, the small of your hands are still enveloping his cheeks, "I love you too, pet, always did," Daryl slowly pulls you back into another kiss, you both smile as you sip on the uniquely sweet flavor you two created.

"think you can get some sleep now, angel?" Daryl murmured while your lips are still locked upon each other, you nodded with a slight chuckle, "alright, lemme tuck you in, lil' one," you slip from over his lap and he shuffles back to his place, taking you in his arms and resting your head onto his chest, playfully messing with your hair, you round his waist with your leg and snuggle into his chest, he keeps peppering your temple with little pecks until you both fell asleep.

Daryl wakes up early and he gently pulls himself from under you—in fear of disturbing your deep sleep, he gets up and makes his way to the little dining table where he had placed his bag, he scavenges through it for food but he finds nothing.

Daryl tries his luck with your backpack and searches through it, and that's where he finds the walkie-talkies you hid all day long... And you had witnessed his finding yourself.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for coming to my sleepover celebration! 💞💞💞

[the-doctor-3000]

Hello, can I request a Lion-O x fem reader.

A Fluffy Isekai, like reader was a human nerd who loved learning about animals and plants~ spending most her time camping, but ended up having an accident one day, then waking up in Third Earth.. she’s fascinated by this new world, ends up specializing in wilderness survival, learning about every species of plant, what’s edible and what’s not.. eventually coming across the Thundercats when foraging. She helps them with food and medicine, with Panthro asking if she’d join them. (He’s sick of the gang complaining about his cooking.. and her food was really good.) she agrees, having grown a bit lonely on her own, and smitten shenanigans between her and Lion-O begins

A/N: I am so sorry for taking so long to write this! I was experiencing a writer's block! Also, since you didn't specify whether you wanted it to be hcs or a one-shot, I decided to do a mix. I will be doing the hcs part in 2nd pov, but you can send me a message to change it if you want. I hope you enjoy it! And again, sorry!

Warnings: Fluff, my knowledge about camping (and things related to it) is non-existent, so I had to do some research - I apologize if they are not accurate. For those who also have no knowledge about it, please do not listen to the things that will be written in this fic as they may as well be false and read a book about it instead, or listen to a professional.

Found Love In The Wild

Y/n groaned as she felt a bright light on her eyes. She cracked them open with great difficulty. She sat up slowly, and her vision focused. She could see that she was in the middle of a desert. She rubbed her eyes and then looked again. She wasn't hallucinating. She was indeed in a desert. 

She stood up, stumbled a little as she did, and took another look at her surroundings. Her eyes were half closed from the sun, her fists on her hips as she looked around for any signs of life. How did she even end up there? She could've sworn that she was on her way with her friend to camp in the woods. 

She pinched herself to see if she was dreaming but nothing. She did it again, and still the same result. She trembling nodded to herself as she tried to take deep breaths.

"Okay, okay, okay." She muttered to herself. "So this just happened. Don't panic, y/n. Everything will turn out fine." She removed her shirt and tied it around her head. "Okay. Now I need... I need..." She snapped her fingers, trying to remember the next thing to do when you're lost in the desert. "Water! I need to find water, food, and shade!"

Once she found them - with great difficulty since the dessert was really huge and it wasn't easy at to find what she needed - she decided to build a makeshift tent because it was getting dark soon. 

The next few days have been rough, but she tried to adjust as she explored. She used whatever she had and found in order to survive. At first, she had to deal with food and hydration. She never expected anything to attack her— Well, actually no, she did think that she might have to defend herself against wild animals, but she never thought that the animals would be humanoid lizards with deadly weapons almost identical to the ones humans have.

She started making her own weapons ever since the first interaction. She would even try to camouflage herself in order to avoid confrontation, if possible.

One day, in the woods, while she was hunting for food, she came across a group of cats. A tiger, a cheetah, two small wild cats (she thought), a panther, and a lion. There was another one, one who appeared to be the size of a pet. The creature was on the ground, laying with its belly up. It groaned in pain.

Y/n approached the group. Her footsteps had become as light feathers. She learned that during her time in the wild. She put her hand on its forehead to check its temperature.

They all looked at her, noticing her presence, and most of them were ready to attack her. She gently opened its mouth and sniffed a little.

"They ate holly berries." She spoke, ignoring the way they reacted. The small creature's stomach growled a little, and its face became green. It groaned in pain. "Can someone please fetch me some water?"

The cheetah female reacted fast to her request and brought her a flask. Y/n then put the creature in a better position so it wouldn't choke. The creature puked on her, and she winced a bit in disgust, but she didn't pull away as she patted it on the back. It was better if it threw up rather than hold it in. Once the vomit was over, she helped it drink water.

When it started feeling better, y/n gently wrapped her handmade cloak around it. 

Now that their friend was alright, the interrogation began from the tiger. Humanoid, too. "And who exactly are you?"

Y/n looked at him, but the humanoid lion responded. "Easy there, Tygra. She helped Snarf."

"She still could be one of his spies."

Y/n sighed as she stood up and said. "I assure you, I am no one's spy. My name is y/n." She then pointed at Snarf. "May I know who the idiot who thought it was a good idea to feed them holly berries might be?"

All of them turned to the bigger cat, the panther. He responded. "Hey! How was I supposed to know it would be poisonous!?"

The lion male looked at y/n, fascination in his eyes. "How were you able to tell, though?"

"I've had some previous experiences, but I also had to learn in my time in this place as it seems that I am trapped here."

"Trapped here?" The cheetah female asked curiously.

"This world. Where I am from... well... let's just say that it's nothing like here." Y/n did not know how to describe her situation to them and if they would even understand it. "To keep it short, I am from another dimension, and I have no idea how to get back, and–" She stopped as she sniffed the air and covered her nose. "What is that disgusting smell?"

The cubs laughed at that. "That would be Panthro's cooking!"

"You brats—!" Panthro said with a glare. Y/n walked up to the cauldron. There was a soup of sorts inside. She took a spoon and tasted it. Tears formed in her eyes as she made a sour expression. She covered her mouth with a gag. "Oh, c'mon! It's not that terrible!" 

Y/n did not even bother addressing him. She looked at the others and sighed. She then searched through her bag and took out some peppercorns. She put some in the soup, ignoring Panthro's protests, and started mixing.

She added some other herbs that the others had never seen before, and when she was done, she called them to eat.

Everyone appeared to be extremely satisfied with the results. Even Panthro, although he wouldn't admit it. The red-headed male came up to her with a smile.

"Hey, thanks for helping Snarf and for the food." 

Y/n returned the smile. "I am pleased that my assistance is appreciated."

"Sorry about Tygra." He said apologetically. "He doesn't trust easily."

"I've noticed."

He put out a paw for her to shake, which she did. "I am Lion-O, by the way." He then gestured to the others, one by one. "These are Panthro, Wilykit and Wilykat, Cheetara, Tygra, and Snarf."

Y/n nodded. "Interesting names for interesting... uhm... people." They stopped shaking hands. "I better get going. It was nice to meet you all. Well... most of you."

"You could always join us!" Wilykit chimed into the conversation with her brother. 

"Yeah!" Wilykat added on, nodding in agreement. "We could really use someone with healing abilities!"

"And someone who knows how to actually cook, too." Kit said in a feign whisper.

"Hey! I heard that!" Panthro shouted in the distance, offended.

Y/n looked at the others, if they were okay with that. They didn't seem to hold any objections to this. She spoke. "I don't see why not. It's not like I have places to be, and it has been quite lonely lately—"

Kit and Kat, as they told her to call them, cheered in happiness.

And that's how it all began. The day you joined the Thundercats. 

And of course, it didn't take long for the lion prince, now king, to start falling heads over heels for you.

I want to safely assume that it would be a 'he fell first, she fell harder' scenario. Mostly because I am one hundred percent sure that Lion-O would be the first to have a crush on his significant other. Plus, I think it would take lots of time for a human to fall in love with a... humanoid cat. (Wow... what a sentence 😂😭)

Anyway, moving on!

When you both started having a crush on each other, it would be so obvious to everyone, but you two. 

I think the reason would be insecurity.

Though after you get over that and do confess to one another, you two are very lovey dovey.

You two would hold hands whenever you walked side by side, felt threatened, or generally. 

After finishing a conversation with the entire team or just the two of you, you will give him a peck on the cheek and walk off. 

The twins would probably find it cute until you kiss in front of them. 

Lion-O loves hearing you talking about the things you like and whenever you all aren't in danger, he takes you on picnics and camping – a little further from the Thundertank just in case Mumm-Ra's forces attack – for dates.

He wants to show you that he listens to you.

Sometimes, he will often try to recreate some of your favourite memories from your world or even attempt to bake your favourite sweets with Panthro.

Which ends in disaster, but you still love the gesture.

[anklesoraus]

His cries

A/n: I have been hyperfixated on this man for WEEKS and he needs some more love with his sad lonely self. I am home for the holidays and lord behold I got sick and feel like I’m dying please send help. it’s a bit rushed and not proffread but oh well. I might make a story about sick!reader to make me feel better but please give some character suggestions 😞

Tw: hurt-comfort (kinda), mentions of Neuvillette being sad, male reader, ooc, more of plantonic of anything

Neuvillette was a guy unfamiliar with the human feelings but as he has learned to use them he is starting to understand but not quite there’s some he doesn’t understand. He’s made friends along the way and one of them stood out the most, Y/n. Y/n is a cheerful and rather hyper person with how energetic and happy he can be, almost like he never ran out of energy.

Y/n was walking through the halls just coming from shopping and having a little gift bag in his hand, with a little skip while humming a tune happily. Y/n would walk to his office and set the bag down while sitting in his chair and just sitting in silence. He yawns and decides to put his head down and try to get a quick nap in which he successfully did.

Y/n walked down the hall while looking at the smae things he sees on a daily and hums. He finally made it to his destination and knocks on a door happily. “Neuvillette, may I come in?” Y/n asked, waiting patiently. Shuffling was heard through the door and he heard a faint come in amd so he gently opens the door and walks inside and smiles at his friend. “Hey Neuvillette!” He stated, walking over to the desk and sitting in front of it.

Neuvillette looked at Y/n and glances at the gift bag and back to the man. “Did you need something?” He asked in a montone voice. “Yes, I went shopping earlier today and something reminded me of you and I wanted to buy it!” Y/n smiled brightly while handing Neuvillette the gift bag and waits patiently for him to open it. Neuvillette stares at the bag and slowly grabs what’s in is to see a small sculpture of a otter and he looks at it first a bit but doesn’t say a word. “Do you like it?” Y/n asked as worry floods his face hoping his friend would like it.

Neuvillette would give a simple nod and looks up from the sculpture and cracks a smile to his friend. “It’s lovely” Neuvillette had reassured his friend while setting it down on his desk. Y/n’s mood quickly changes and he starts to smile, glad that his friend liked it. “Great! It was very expensive as well” Y/n had mentioned while humming and remembering the reason he was here.

“Neuvillette, it was lightly raining earlier…would you like to talk about it?” Y/n asked and tilted his head in question, “you don’t have to just thought you’d like to talk it out.” He quickly went to reassure him. Neuvillette let a sigh escape his lips and he folds his hands and leans on it feeling that tellinghis friend would at least release a weight from him. “I would actually love to talk about it.” He quietly stated and goes to tell Y/n.

“These past few weeks I’ve been feeling so odd..I see you interacting with people and them being happy and joyful but when I attempt to interact they get all anxious and treat me weird..it feels weird to know I can’t show certain emotions like the average person.” Neuvillette had spilled at and looked at Y/n to see his smile gone and it to be a sympathetic frown. Neuvillette sighs slowly rethinking the choice to tell him from the long silence in the air.

Y/n goes to open his mouth but quickly closes it not knowing what to say to not come off as mean. “Look, Neuvillette, you not knowing emotions doesn’t make you different. Different isn’t a bad thing it just means you’re not the same as others like some robot.” Y/n finally let out a response and then continues on, “Emotions or not there is still peoplewho treat you equally and understand your struggles and are patient with you.” Y/n hums and scratches his head. “I’m not that great with comforting…”

Neuvillette shakes his head and sits up straight and nods to his friend. “What you said was enough…thanks. I’m very greatful for you and the other people in my life and you guys are so kind to be willing to help someone like me.” He said, feeling a sense of relief from him. Y/n sighs and smiles feeling happy to know that Neuvillette doesn’t hate him like he always thought. “Well it’s getting late but if you ever need someone to talk to I’m always available and am willing to help.” With that Y/n got up and left Neuvillette’s office leaving him to tend to his own thoughts while looking at the gift his friend had given him.

[sailorbarkovitch]

"are you gay?"

garraty: what the fuck? no, i like girls!!! i have a girlfriend who i'm going to marr- when i was a child my friend asked me to take off my clothes and we touched each other and my mom said she was gonna make me walk naked and *has a mental breakdown*

mcvries: lol maybe i am maybe i'm not. btw do you like jerking off?

pre-walk olson: hell no! i like hot chicks. do you really think a guy like me would be gay?

post-walk olson: god's gonna send you to hell just for that. i hope ray garraty dies

baker: hahaha do you think that because i'm of the sensitive type? nothing wrong with being a little soft

abraham: i'm straight but 50 bucks are 50 bucks

parker: i would fck a dude if he was hot enough. got any problems with that bro?

stebbins: *gaslights you into questioning your own sexuality*

barkovitch: WHATTHEFUCK? DO YOU THINK I'M A FUCKING [F-SLUR]? YOU'RE GONNA SEE WHO'S GAY WHEN I'M DANCING ON YOUR GRAVE. also please don't leave i'm so lonely right now

scramm: *dying from sickness* you're right man, my wife sure is great! ahahaha

pearson: no, this is patrick! :o)

harkness: i enjoy writing yaoi fanfiction of my fellow walkers

davidson: did i tell you about the time i met a clown apprentice at the local circus and convinced him we were lovers in our past lives? we kissed for a bit and then he got a gay clown tattoo because of me

percy: *too homeschooled to know*

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

“What? That was just mumbles love, I think it’s time for bed.” OC of your choice please and thank you! (unless you’re not sick of ace tav, then ace tav. Astarion and evie are so cute.)

A/N: Let me be very, very clear, I am never sick of Astarion and Evie. However, I've got another Baldur's Gate couple on my mind for this. Let me introduce you to Gwen. (headcanon here)

Gwen knew she shouldn't be taking her time with this. A man's neck was on the line, still there was something oddly endearing at seeing Gale at his desk, head lying on a stack of books and papers.

Carefully, she crept forward before placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you awake dearest?"

That got him moving. In a sudden jolt he was upright, shaking his head clear of whatever laid behind his lids.

"Muh fine," he grumbled. "Just need to...hmpf."

"What?" she prompted, trying not to laugh.

"Just ah..need to do this...whatcha."

"That was just mumbles love," she said, pulling him to his feet. "C'mon, I think it's time for bed."

"Just five..five more..."

"Five more what?"

"Time!"

She had to laugh then guiding him towards the bedroom.

"Well you'll have plenty of that after you sleep. I swear, you're worse than Clara sometimes."

He gave a slight huff, but couldn't seem to make up an argument as he leaned a bit more heavily against her.

"Clara's asleep?" he asked.

"Has been for the past hour."

He nodded, turning his nose into her hair and breathing deeply.

"You asleep?"

"Just about to, I was getting lonely."

He hummed something, but she couldn't make out the meaning as they got lost in her hair.

It took some maneuvering, but she just managed to get him into bed without causing any damage to him or the furniture. However, she did decide the clothes he was wearing were comfortable enough that they didn't require changing. Wrinkles would be dealt with in the morning.

She then crawled into bed ready to close her eyes before she heard another murmurer from his side of the bed.

"What is it love?" she asked.

"Too far...thought you were lonely."

She smiled, happy to wiggle closer and feel his arms wrap around her.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much," she assured. "Thank you."

He didn't say anything else, just deep steady breaths and sleep finally took him once more.

Gwen gave an airy laugh before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. She then closed her eyes letting herself follow him into dreams. Although, she doubted very much if her dreams could dare to match her reality.

send me a sentence + pairing and i’ll write the next five sentences

[aneurinallday]

The Tragedy of James Steerforth

Chapter XII: The Long Night

Night fell, and with it, Steerforth’s condition worsened. As David had feared, the blood-letting had weakened him, allowing the illness to tighten its grip like a vice. The chills turned to delirium, and he writhed beneath the quilt, his fists clenching into balls.

“Daisy,” he muttered, squirming, “Daisy…”

“I’m here,” said David. “Tell me what you need.”

But Steerforth continued to mumble his name, delirious. He’d coughed his throat raw, yet refused any soothing liquids, resisting the cup that was placed to his lips - he’d reached the point where he couldn’t even keep down plain water.

David and Ham sat on either side of the bed, and held his cold hands, and waited. David didn’t ask what words, if any, had been exchanged between Ham and Steerforth in his absence; but he could tell that the boat-maker felt as useless as he did.

Agnes couldn’t enter the sick-room, but she kept her own vigil from a distance. She sat downstairs by the fireplace, staring into the smouldering embers until they cooled, then staring into the ashes until she fell asleep. The house was left dark and silent, apart from the one circle of lamplight where Steerforth lay fading.

“Davy,” Ham said quietly, “Is Dr Barrow coming back?”

“No. No, he’s not.”

“Should we call another doctor? Or is it pointless…”

Without warning, Steerforth threw up. Ham quickly rolled him onto his side, while David was busy panicking.

“Davy, clean him up - don’t let him choke!”

David frantically grabbed a cloth and mopped up the spill, wiping Steerforth’s chin and cheeks. He was vomiting on an empty stomach - a thin bile with no real substance to it. Once he’d forced out what little was inside him, Steerforth subsided onto the pillows, gasping for air. David took away the stained pillow, and turned the others around just in case.

Abruptly, Steerforth startled, as if he’d woken from a dream.

“Where am I?” he exclaimed, staring around the room with wild eyes. “This isn’t my bed. This isn’t my home. Where am I?”

“You’re at my home,” said David, “You’re safe.”

“Where is my mother? Why isn’t she here?”

“I was going to send her a letter - you asked me not to.”

“No. No, I didn’t. Why would I ask such a thing? I want her here. I need her.”

“Alright. I’ll write her at once.”

David went to his desk, fumbling among his ink-pots and quills. He snatched a blank piece of paper and began to scribble.

“Ham,” he said, “I know I’ve asked too much of you already, but would you please find a way to get this note to Mrs Steerforth? The coaches won’t be running at this late hour, but there must be a courier willing to ride to Highgate. Take money from my coin purse.”

“But while I’m gone, what if he…? I don’t want you and Agnes to be alone when it happens.”

“Don’t worry about us.” David finished writing, folded up the paper, and sealed it with a stamp. He held it out to Ham. “Please, take it. She needs to see her son while he’s still able to talk. Otherwise they…they won’t be able to say goodbye.”

“Alright.” Ham took the note reluctantly.

“Thank you, my friend. Please be quick.”

“I’ll try.”

Ham went to the doorway, where he lingered for a moment, glancing back towards the bed and its ashen occupant, and the worried figure of David hunched over him.

It struck him how pointlessly cruel was the hand they’d been dealt in life. Fate had made David a lonely orphan, desperate to fit in and eager to please - had made Steerforth a feckless rogue, chasing whatever worldly pleasures he hoped might give meaning to his hollow life - had made Emily a poor fisher-girl, yearning to escape - had given Ham none of the qualities she dreamed of in a husband - and had thrown them all together as a joke.

Feeling that he was about to be overcome, Ham turned and left before the sadness could show in his face.

David began to write another note, this time to the Peggottys of Yarmouth, but before he could finish, Steerforth called out for him.

“Help me,” Steerforth wheezed. “Daisy, help me. I can’t breathe.”

David dropped his quill-pen and hastened to his side.

“What’s the matter?”

“I can’t breathe. I’m drowning. Help me, Daisy.”

“You’re not drowning, James. It’s your ailment - too much phlegm in your lungs. Try to sit up.” David plumped up the pillows, rearranging them so that Steerforth was propped upright. “There. That’s better, isn’t it?”

Steerforth’s breathing eased a little. His bleary eyes peered up at David.

“Is that you, Copperfield?” he croaked.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m here.”

“David Copperfield. I remember you. Fresh as a daisy. That’s what I called you - Daisy.”

“That’s right,” said David, “That’s right, it’s me. I’m your friend. I’m your Daisy.”

“What time is it?”

“A little past eleven, I think.”

“Do you think the theatre is still open?”

“I’m not sure.”

“We haven’t been to the theatre in so long. We should go again. Just the two of us.”

“Oh, yes?” David humoured him. “What would you like to see?”

“I want to see Planché’s extravaganza. It’s got nymphs and fairies and all sorts. It’s running at the Lyceum.”

“Well, it’s settled, then. I’ll buy the tickets.”

“Wonderful.”

Whatever lies Steerforth’s dying brain told itself, David played along. He knew that these were the confused ramblings of man who would soon be beyond speech.

Around midnight, he went to the bathroom to fetch more water  - cool, not cold, because he didn’t want to make the chills worse - and wash his hands. As he did so, he heard the thump of a body falling on the floor. He hurried back to find that Steerforth was no longer in bed, but standing in the middle of the room. He’d never looked more like a ghost than in that moment, his long white night-shirt hanging about him like a shroud, his face even whiter. He’d slung Agnes’ shawl around his shoulders and was attempting, without success, to tie a fashionable knot.

“Daisy, have you seen my hat?” he asked. His eyes were glassy and dazed.

“James, you need to get back into bed.”

“But we’ll be late for class.”

“Didn’t you hear? Class is cancelled today. You can sleep for as long as you like.”

“Oh, is it? I must’ve forgot.”

David quickly untangled the knotted shawl from around Steerforth’s neck, and helped him back into bed, tucking him in warmly.

“Tell me a story,” said Steerforth.

“Alright. What kind of story would you like?”

“Something exciting. Something with dragons.”

“How about Saint George and the dragon? Once, hundreds of years ago, near a peaceful little village in Cappadocia, there lived a huge, fire-breathing dragon with an insatiable appetite for treasure. His greed knew no bounds, and he threatened the villagers to hand over all their gold coins and shiny silverware, under pain of fire. All lived in fear of his wrath, and none dared oppose him. When the gold and silver he ran out, he demanded sheep and cattle instead; and when the sheep and cattle ran out, he demanded children.”

Steerforth’s eyelids began to droop shut.

“The villagers drew straws every day to decide which of their children would be sacrificed; until one day, a beautiful maiden was chosen. As she was being led to the dragon’s lair, a gallant knight rode by on a white stallion, and demanded to know what was going on. His name was George, and he was a brave and pious man who feared no dragon-fire. Horrified to learn of the village’s plight, he went to the lair himself and challenged the creature as it sat on its glimmering hoard. A terrible battle was fought, until finally, his trusty lance Ascalon pierced the dragon’s fiery breast, and down it fell - dead. And so the village was freed from the dragon’s reign of terror, and the maiden was rescued from her terrible fate.”

“What happened then?”

“Well, the villagers were so grateful to George that they offered him the dragon’s entire hoard, which it had guarded jealously; but he refused as he had no love for treasure, and he returned all their gold and silver to them. From that day on, they were as pious as him.”

“And what happened to the horse?”

“The horse was fine. His name was Bayard and he carried George for many an adventure.”

“But doesn’t George die at the end?” Steerforth muttered, his eyes closed. “Doesn’t his head get cut off?”

“No. Not this time. He hangs up his lance, retires, and lives to a ripe old age.”

“I want to hear about more dragons,” Steerforth pleaded, “Tell me another story. Tell me, Mother.”

David’s heart sank. Steerforth didn’t even know whose voice he was listening to.

“Alright, then,” said David, trying his best to hide his despair, “I’ll tell you about Margaret of Antioch, who had no horse and no lance; yet was greater than any knight, because the dragon she faced was Evil itself.”

The hours passed restlessly, tossing and turning in confusion, muttering incoherently. Towards dawn, a sudden and awful clarity gripped Steerforth, and he began to cry.

“I’m sorry, Daisy,” he wept, ”I’m so sorry. I’ve been so thoughtless and cruel. To you, to the Peggottys, to Mother, to everybody.”

Caught between sobs and coughs, he struggled to suck in enough air to speak.

“I’ve never - I’ve never cared for anyone but myself.”

“That’s not true. That’s not true at all. You cared for a lot of people.”

David attempted to wipe the tears and saliva from Steerforth’s face, but Steerforth couldn’t stop crying and coughing. He was slowly suffocating.

“I’m dying, aren’t I?”

David couldn’t bring himself to say yes.

“Why don’t you answer? We both know it’s true.”

“James…”

“Daisy, I don’t want to die with you angry at me. Please remember me as I was at school - your friend and protector. Or better yet, don’t remember me at all.”

“I’m not angry.”

“I don’t want to die,” Steerforth repeated hoarsely, his eyes turning to the dark ceiling. “I don’t want to die.”

“Everything’s going to be alright. I promise.”

“Help me. I don’t want to die.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

But Steerforth had already stopped listening, falling back into confusion. He lay moaning and occasionally crying out.

“Mother,” he moaned. “Mother!”

“She’s on her way, don’t worry,” David lied. He clasped Steerforth’s hand. “She’ll be here very soon.”

“Mother...”

No more words were exchanged that night; Steerforth was no longer aware of his surroundings. David was helpless to do anything but sit by him and pray for a swift end to his misery. As he held Steerforth’s hand, he could feel Death creeping about the room like an unwanted guest, waiting to claim Steerforth’s unhappy soul.

Eventually the agitation subsided, and Steerforth appeared as a corpse, unmoving. David kissed his forehead - a parting kiss, knowing that this was their farewell.

“I loved James Steerforth,” he whispered in the dying man’s ear, “Apart from his mother, nobody loved him more than I. He was the best friend an orphaned boy could ask for.”

No response came - Steerforth could neither hear nor feel him. He was too far gone.

“It’s alright,” David murmured, “It’s alright. You don’t have to keep suffering. If you need to let go, just let go.”

He looked down at Steerforth’s hand. Against his own healthy skin, it looked deathly pale.

“Just let go,” he repeated softly, as tears welled in his eyes.

He listened to the slow, rattling breaths, and measured the intervals in between, expecting each one to be his last - waiting for the pause that would become the final, endless silence.

But the silence never came. Steerforth breathed on, and on, and on until the sun rose.

Chapter XIII: The End

[almostvermin]

how i imagine ena's instagram:

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ena: (posting a photo of mafuyu) look at my lovely girlfriend

mafuyu, in photo: (literally ignoring her)

followers: 6 likes, no comments

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ena: (posting a selfie, looks like shes about to pass out) i have been working on this acrylic canvas for closing on 47 hours i want to burn it

followers: 245k likes, 71k comments

in the comments:

airi, on alt: i am such a fucking lesbian i would kill for one chance with you

airi, on alt 2: i am in love with you.

airi, on private: girliepops you look great given youve apparently been awake for almost three days please sleep i promise its good 4 u

airi, mmj offical account: <3<3 follow my bestie!!

mizuki, n25 offical account: enanan either finish this piece or die trying i am sick of you yapping about texture or wtv

mizuki, on alt: oh my goooooood oh my fuckcing gooooodd i am going to kill myself if you dont kiss me rn

mizuki, on alt 2: would u date a tgirl asking for a friend

akito, private: please dont burn it dad would kill u. also do u want the raspberry or strawberry cheesecake im asking here bc u never respond to me otherwise

akito, vbs offical account: shes a bitch dont follow /j/j

kanade, n25 offical account: looks great, enanan!

mafuyu, n25 offical account: i love it.

mafuyu, own offical account: wow, when can we see the full piece.

mafuyu, private: amazing babe. now go to bed.

an, on alt: awooga 👀👀 looking respectfully

tsukasa, on private: Amazing! I wonder if we could use this as insperation for set design! 🌟

rui, on alt: @ mizuki alt, this is the girl u want to fuck right

shizuku, mmj offical account: Wow! I see why you like her so much, Airi! 💕💕

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ena: (posting an intentionally slutty photo) im so lonely...

followers: 14k likes, 2k comments

in the comments:

mafuyu, private: ..? call me.

akito, private: could you not.

mizuki, n25 offical account: closing the app and going outside.

mizuki, private: send me the uncropped version 😘 ... jkjk... unless?

kanade, n25 offical account: must you post this on your n25 account?

rui, alt: @ mizuki alt, i presume you want to see this

mizuki, on alt: @ rui alt, IVE SEEN IT. IVE SEEN IT. i have notifications for her on.

akito, private: if youre lonely try leaving the house and getting bitches

airi, on alt: I AM GOING TO EXPLODE. AIJKFAENRCOUIYFDRTSYGHUJIAWOUIHSEHUJDLKEDHSKJLAKWESDX IM TOO GAY FOR THIS.

airi, on private: okay. bestie. i take it youre stuck on the piece? the compesition and outfit design are fabulous but i do recommend touching grass or maybe your girlfriend.

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ena: (posting the final piece) wow! finally done! in [art exebition] on the 27th-4th!

followers: 17k likes, 2.5k comments

in the comments:

akito, private: do i have to go/j

airi, private: i'll be there bestie <3<3

mizuki, private: @ an private, @ akito private, yall are coming w me whether u like it or not. girls day out plus support ena!

akito, vbs offical: save the date bitches or youre banned from our shows/j/j

mizuki, n25 official: cant wait to see you there! if you actually decide to leave the house for this lmao

mafuyu, private: buying tickets for me and kanade right now.

[clairdeluneandmurder]

A selection of unhinged quotes from my political theory professor:

"Socrates has a tiny ghost in his head telling him when things are wrong. Unfortunately, it doesn’t tell him when things are right so he’s just really annoying."

*Brings a 1-liter bottle of sparkling water to every class and drinks the whole thing during lecture.*

“The flood happened because God looked down at earth and said ‘I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do with this’, and so he nerfed us again.”

“God comes down and asks ‘Where my people at?’ And Adam and Eve are like ‘We done fucked up’.”

“Any schmuck can match their socks to their shoes but the mark of a true gentleman is matching your socks to your mood.” - said because someone insulted his neon pink socks.

“At that point, everyone else would be dead and it would just be Carl Schmidt waddling around Germany all alone.”

Prof: “Is the Illuminati still a thing with your generation?” Student: “Yeah” Prof: “The number one rule of the Illuminati is toughen the fuck up.”

“You can read Hobbes’ Behemoth if you're like a glutton for punishment or something.”

“The neat thing about soup is that you can start with the same ingredients and end up with a new soup every time.”

“If any of you steal my pies I’m going to assume you’re possessed by a demon... I made a pie yesterday. You have NO IDEA how much fruit goes into one of those fuckers.”

“The great thing about Locke is he’s dead. Once you’re a corpse you can be used for anything.”

“I am the crazy leftist professor your parents warned you about. I will make you read Marx and I will say that racism is bad. Sue me.”

"de Sade would be great at being on the internet. And I do mean that as an insult."

Brought a jar to class and put a dollar in it every time he used the word ‘neoliberal’, said he'd give us the money that goes in at the end of the semester. (we each got 3 bucks, there are 15 people in the class)

"Time is a flat circle and I am but a lonely goldfish cracker."

“By a show of hands, who is hungover today? I’ll go first to make you feel better. I am hungover today, be nice to me."

Starts lecture by writing on the whiteboard: “THE ECONOMY IS STUPID”

“Just to be clear, I’m not saying we should guillotine people who open soap shops on Etsy.”

“People don’t get my Simpsons references anymore. You kids today with your sponge bob and anime.”

“If you need help, please ask for it. The worst thing that happens is I send you a super condescending email and you’re no worse off.”

“You’re a shitty libertarian if you accidentally become a Leninist.”

“Anyone seen one of these modern garbage trucks? It’s sick right?! Pretty fucking cool!” proceeds to do an impression of a garbage truck “Marx would love to drive around a dope robot truck.”

"That’s what makes babies just awful. They don’t understand that they don’t always get what they want."

"For how many of y’all does getting stoned and staring at a wall to ponder morality sound like a great class?"

“I once had a student use the topic 'The only way to commune with the aliens is through nuclear warfare' for this assignment, nothing you write can scare me anymore."

“I'm not going to make you read this. It’s 4 volumes, 2500 pages, and mostly about how linen is produced. Moments of brilliance though.”

“I think we should replace the death penalty with public humiliation. ”

"Crude Freudism will get you 80% of the way there 90% of the time."

"I’m going to throw my uncle under the bus here… Actually, I fucking hated that guy and he’s dead so whatever."

"The best thing you can do for your future happiness is to never think about politics. …I say to a bunch of people enrolled in a 400-level political theory class. Y’alls mental health is fucked I guess."

"God tells you not to do the one Bad Thing and Eve is just so sexy that man has to do the one Bad Thing."

"I haven’t worn a 1950’s bra but I’ve heard they’re very uncomfortable. …Not that I’m opposed, I just don’t have the access and I've been banned from three museums so far."

"Course evaluations are available now y’all. I don’t care what you say about me or the class, but make sure you mention how great my hair is."

"Identity politics can be useful, but I think we’ve probably taken it too far since now we’re at the point where Kid Rock is shotgunning 18 packs of bud light on Twitter as a form of protest."

"We basically live in an aristocracy where you can vote. Sorry to disappoint you if you think Joe Biden is a communist."

"Do you know why we didn’t celebrate international workers day on May first? Because America says fuck you, that’s why."

[allylikethecat]

Sleepover weekend! Your favorite fictional!Matty's headcanon. And please rec a series I can binge on Netflix

YESSS Sleepover Weekend!! Thank you so much for indulging me and sending me this ask!! It's too hot to do anything except be a puddle in my home so I am DESPERATE for interaction on this site. I called my mom like three separate times today because I was bored and lonely lol

In terms of Favorite Fictional!Matty headcanon - I know I've said it a billion times but it is hands down the fact that he can't drive. All my Fictional!Matties are absolute horrible drivers and I am fully convinced that IRL Matty is a bad driver as well. My other favorite / all my Fictional!Matties also get horrifically carsick / motion sick... cars are just not their friend LOL

I'm not the biggest TV person (I'm more of a book girlie) BUT I have been rewatching White Collar on Netflix. It was one of my favorite shows back in the day, and I'm so happy that it's still holding up to a rewatch now!

Thank you SO MUCH for sending me this sleepover weekend ask!! I hope you are having the BEST weekend and that you have a lovely upcoming week! (If anyone else wants to send me a sleepover weekend ask that would be super cool just saying). Thank you again!!

❤️Ally

[landograndprix]

overcaffeinated anon here with her longass opinion piece on mini me, mini you🙋🏻‍♀️

so because I feel like it's been so long since I started it and I want to get all the feelings back I will be rereading it and adding my thought onto every part

Part 1: Lando saying 'get off your phone or I'll send you back home' -bestie the foreshadowing 😐 part 2: when y/n is telling her bff 'that's the man you're marrying next year..' - her bestie really wants them to break up 🫠 Lando saying 'you piss me off when you say that, stop thinking the boys are more important than you, they're not' -> hun if you leave four days early when you're having a hard time with your girlfriend, she will think that part 3: ahhhh the good old miscommunication trope mixed with the bestie not knowing when to stick to her best friend. rereading the text messages between yn and her bestie actually hurts (but hun you hit every note to make it angsty) bestie saying 'I asked you bcs I knew I wasn't gonna hear the truth from yn what kind of answer is this' actually is maddening Charles is flirting with her but girlie is staying respectful (I'm kinda split on how I want this to end sooooo excited to read both parts) part 4: bestie being a snitch (truly sick because I could never do that to my best friend- that girl is my sister) Lando and yn's text convo was truly heartwarming aaaaand Charles and yn talking about kids made me tear up a bit and her then posting him AND LANDO TELLING HER TO SHUT UP LIKE YES TELL HER OFF MAN part 5: the fact that they got a dog is kind of cute and solves her feeling lonely when Lando is away, but it isn't a bandaid to the whole baby-situation the only way I'd say 'a thing or two' to my bestie is like this 'bestie I love you and I may be overstepping but I feel like if I don't say this I'm disrespecting our friendship….' part 6: ahhh the england thing aaaaand he threw her out - ouch but I kind of understand where he is coming from part 7: ahhh the break up aaaaand Charles being nervous is cute part 8: (i think this is where I stopped and now everything is new to me) ahhhhh Landoooo you can't say that - hindsight is 20/20 and the bestie coming through at the end

Part 9- Lando's part: AHHHHHH I DON'T THINK I CAN CHOOSE HIM OVER YOU I AM SCREAMING THIS IS SO CUTE AHHH SHE IS PREGNANT THIS IS SO CUTE I AM TEARING UP 😭😍😍

Part 9- Charles' part: awwww Joris is mad as well 😂 I love Charles the pregnancy tests 😭 but CHARLES IS SO CUTE FOR BEING SO INSISTENT ON GOING TO THE DOCTOR WITH HER AND LANDO CONGRATULATING THEM AND THEY ARE HAVING A BABYGIRL 😍😍😍

Applause to you for coming up with that story it's so good and you did really well with all the angst, and fluff and the potential love triangle 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

ugh thank you for this, this made my night 😭 also;

Lando saying 'get off your phone or I'll send you back home' -bestie the foreshadowing 😐

bestie, you don't know how surprised I am by my own foreshadowing because I am in fact never foreshadowing anything considering I never know what's happening next, I barely even know what happened in the first part when I got to chapter 3 so.. 😭

'I don't think I can choose him over you' will forever be my favorite line in this story along with the "I'm freezing my tits off" "please don't, I love those two." Conversation between the gremlins 🥰

Thanks again for this, you're the best! <3

[waltwhitmansbeard]

drabble masterlist

these are all of the drabbles i have written for critical role or the legend of vox machina. they are stand-alone and should be assumed to contain spoilers for either cr or tlovm. they are also collected on ao3 in a work titled worse: we're family. want to prompt me something? see my ask meme tag or just send me an ask with an idea. (please be sure to specify the ask meme your prompt is from, especially if it's not the most recent one i've reblogged!) this post will be linked on my pinned post and updated as new drabbles are posted. i will take prompts for critical role, the legend of vox machina, or my longfic, my fair lady (see my pinned post for more info). i am willing to write characters from any cr campaign, but these are the ships i feel most comfortable/excited to write:

keyleth/vax

vex/percy

vax/gilmore

keyleth/vax/gilmore

caleb/essek

jester/fjord

orym/will

laudna/imogen

dorian/orym

i also really enjoy writing platonic friendships between really any of the cr pcs (or npcs!) so feel free to float those my way as well! you can be as specific or as general as you'd like in prompts.

critical role - campaign one - keyleth/vax

"I need to change the bandage."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for."

The first time they realize their partner will live a large part of their life without them

A near death experience involving the partner meant to live longer shaking the faith of the shorter lived partner

Being an expert in teasing each other

Kissing to make them stop talking

On a whim, pulling your lover into an alley and pressing your lips firmly against theirs, getting lost in each other's touch while the streets bustle outside

Smoothing your fingers down your lover's tie, fixing where your lover couldn't tie it right

Pushing your lover against a wall after one too many teasing comments, but being met with unsaid tension instead of the quiet. Both of you unable to continue with the jokes

Whispering jokes/loving words in a lecture/school/church/a meeting. Trying not to laugh/flirt back in fear of disturbing everyone else who’s trying to pay attention

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

"I can't sleep if you're not here to cuddle with me."

Risking something in order to achieve something

Going to sleep as the big spoon and waking up as the little spoon

“I wouldn’t trade you for all the stars in the sky.”

critical role - campaign one - vex/percy

"They're gone, it's okay."

"It's not til death do us part for us, is it? It's until death takes you from me."

"Even if you’re sick, you’re still the prettiest girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse in the world."

"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

Ranting to friends or a relative about the other, only for them to agree and call you out on your wrongdoings

"What have you done to my heart?"

Using the made-up words of their child(ren) in all their conversations

"I think you should kiss me."

critical role - campaign one - everyone else

"Don't move, you're still hurt." (keyleth & percy)

Friends of a recovering person come over to celebrate their homecoming (pike & vax)

Always pointing out certain annoying behaviour (pike/scanlan)

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain (vax/gilmore)

Feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there (keyleth & percy)

Hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters (vesper & gwendolyn)

Lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them (vax/gilmore)

"Touch them again and I promise, it will be the last thing you ever do." (vex & vax)

Vex and Percy have to deal for the first time with their eldest teen acting a bit out (percy & wolfe)

"Leave the light on." (keyleth & vilya)

Seeing what the other needs without them having to say it out loud (keyleth & percy)

Sharing something personal (pike/scanlan)

Defending them in front of others (keyleth & scanlan)

Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek (vax/gilmore)

Kiss on the forehead (pike/scanlan)

Patching up a wound (scanlan & vax)

Protecting (scanlan & kaylie)

Near death experience (scanlan & vax)

"I looked everywhere for you." (keyleth & pike)

"I'm not going anywhere." (pike & scanlan)

"Holy shit. Are you okay? What the hell happened?" (vex & scanlan)

"You're not weak for needing people." (grog & percy)

Vax meets a young Orym in Zephrah (orym & vax)

critical role - campaign two

"Hey, leave them alone. They just fell asleep." (beau & caleb)

"C'mere, I don't mind letting you sleep on me." (caleb/essek)

"Don't you dare wake them up." (beau & caleb)

"I won't let them put their hands on you." (beau & caleb)

Reassurance in the form of food/movies/games, forcing them to take a second away and relax with you (veth & caleb)

"I am trusting you with that hand, darling. I hope my trust isn't misplaced." (caleb/essek)

Breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much (keyleth & vilya)

Helping each other out (jester & caduceus)

Collecting flowers on their way home (beau/yasha)

“As soon as I heard what happened, I dropped everything and rushed over here.” (beau & clara)

“What have I told you about getting into fights?”/“They were talking shit about you!” (beau & caleb)

Giving them their personal space (caleb/essek)

Person A and person B accidentally giving each other flowers at the same time (jester/fjord)

Interlacing their fingers with the other’s when they least expect it (caleb/essek)

Games (beau & jester & veth)

Platonic kisses (essek)

"Look, I made this for you. I also made one for mum/dad/parent." (beau/yasha)

"She's my date. Fuck off." (beau/yasha)

"Get some sleep." (caleb/essek)

critical role - campaign three

Mapping out your lover's features while they sleep in your arm, smoothing your thumbs down their cheeks, throat, collarbones, chin and nose (orym/will)

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." (keyleth/vax)

"That's been known to happen." (fearne & orym)

"Can I hold your hand?" (dorian/orym)

the legend of vox machina - season one

"I need to change the bandage." (keyleth/vax)

"I owe you an apology." (keyleth & vex)

Having a fight with just looks (vex/percy)

"Let yourself cry, I'm here now. You're safe." (keyleth/vax)

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" (keyleth/vax)

Catching the other one crying shortly after and immediately feeling an overwhelming wave of guilt crash onto you (keyleth & vex)

Sharing a pillow and waking up with their faces only centimetres apart (keyleth/vax)

the legend of vox machina - season two

A missing conversation from 2x08 (keyleth/vax)

Another missing conversation from 2x08 (keyleth & percy)

Letting out their anger in front of them (keyleth/vax)

Doing something silly to cheer them up (keyleth/vax)

Kisses on the cheek when they leave the room (keyleth/vax)

"Darling, you're shivering. Come here, let me warm you up." (vex/percy)

Starting to heal (pike & grog)

Losing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye (vex/percy)

That glance at your body with their eyes subtly widening, almost gulping as they take in your attire (keyleth/vax)

Resting their head on the other's stomach, only to fall asleep there (vex & trinket)

Opening up about their own struggles when they see the other's problems (keyleth/vax)

Opening up about their own struggles when they see the other's problems (keyleth & vex)

Cold (pike & percy)

“Just say a word and I’ll kill him.” (keyleth/vax)

[shannyh25]

Hi Anne Friends!

This is my original Anne Of Green Gables Fan Fiction story. I made the mistake by taking the previous story down off of Fan Fiction, fixed my mistakes I had made, and then re posted it.

I’m hoping to get some feed back on this story as well. I have 6 chapters for this story and they are all on Fan Fiction. I’m thinking of taking this story down along with a few others I have and start fresh on my stories. New ones. Something that people haven’t seen before that I wrote.

I say this because this story and another story I had did a update on. That can also be a mistake to I had made.

I’m trying to get reviews and feed back on my stories and it’s harder then I thought. So, that’s why I’m thinking of taking them down and starting completely new.

Would guys leave me some feed back on this story and the other one I posted? I would appreciate it.

Thank you!

Summary: Working at the orphanage while Gilbert is studying medicine in Halifax. Anne becomes attached to a little orphan name Ruby. When Ruby becomes sick, Anne asks Gilbert for Ruby to be his first patient. Eventually, Anne and Gilbert adopt Ruby.

Author's Note: This is my first Anne Of Green Gables story. I am re reading the books. I am only on book 3 and I am enjoying them! I would like to thank my new friend I met on Instagram for all her help on the story so far! She has answered a lot of my questions about the books/movies. Thank you again! I hope you enjoy the new story.

Chapter 1: Anne's POV

"Please Gil? Can't I work at the orphanage? I know what it is like living in one. I lived in one for at least three months. It's a dark and lonely atmosphere. Especially if you don't have any friends and don't know anybody. It will give me something to do during the day while you're at the hospital practicing medicine, please?" Anne begged.

Gilbert sighed and sat down on the chair. "Anne, sweetheart, what if you get attached to a child? I'm not sure if we can take care of one; I'm so busy at the hospital as is it. What if you find a child and want to adopt one? Would you quit your job at the orphanage?"

"Don't be silly Gil. Of course, we are in a good position to take care of a child. I have no intentions in adopting one just yet. I just want to help and make some kids happy, tell them stories and try to keep them out of trouble. I might even teach at the orphanage if I can." Anne said.

"Where did you hear the orphanage needed help?" Gil asked.

"While I was in town. I was at the post office sending a letter to Diana. I overheard one of the ladies in the post office say the orphanage needs help. They are awful low on staff. They probably have around 20-50 kids at the orphanage. I want to help with the younger children. Please Gil?" Anne asked.

Gilbert sighed. "Anne, I would love to see you work at the orphanage, truly I would. But they have an epidemic going on right now. We are so busy at the hospital. I don't want you getting sick. Children that young get sick a lot, especially during the fall and winter seasons. I don't want to see you get sick and end up in the hospital."

I groaned. "I won't get sick. Besides, you're the best doctor in that whole hospital and you will take care of me if I get sick. Please?"

"What if one of the children get sick? You'll want to attend to them. Take care of them." Gilbert protested.

"Of course, I'll want to take care of them Gil. That would be part of my job too. And if they have something that I can't handle, I can have you get them better. I'll even bring the child to the hospital so you can look after him or her" I begged.

Gilbert groaned and I could see that he was getting ready to give in. I just had to work my magic and imagination a little bit more.

"If you get sick, I won't forgive myself because I allowed you to work at the orphanage. And I would have to take time off of work so I can attend to you, not that I wouldn't mind that." Gilbert added.

I got up from the chair I was sitting on and walked over to my husband. " Gil, I'm not asking to adopt a child, not yet. I'm just asking to work at the orphanage. Just for a little while. I get so bored and lonely sitting in this place. My imagination can only do so much in this tiny apartment. I'll be home in time to still cook our dinner and we can spend time together in the evenings like we always do. I would just work from the time you leave to work at the hospital and I'll get off of work when you get off. That will give me plenty of time to cook dinner. I'll have the weekends off too and I won't work the holidays either. Please?"

Gilbert looked at me and I gave him a smile. He sighed and at this point, I knew he gave in. I had won this battle, even though there is an epidemic going on.

"Do you really want to do this? If you start feeling ill, I want you to tell me immediately. Don't even try to hide it. And, if it makes you feel better, I'll even check in with your chargers if they get sick. Do we have a deal?" Gilbert asked.

I squealed in happiness and almost knocking Gil out of his chair. He chuckled as he steadied me back on my feet.

"I know how hard it has been for you since we came here. I want you to be happy too, not just me. If working in the orphanage will make you happy, then I will be happy to have you help out there. Just promise me that you will try and take care of yourself. I don't want you to get sick." Gilbert said.

"Oh Gil. This makes me so happy. I can't tell you how happy I am. I promise I'll be home in time to make us supper and we can spend the evenings talking about our day just like we always do. Thank you Gil I want to bring some happiness to the children." I told him.

"Of course you will. I'm sure you'll find some little child that has as much as imagine as you do. Just don't get them in trouble." Gil said chuckling.

I gave him a big kiss and a hug. He chuckled.

"What if they don't like me?" I moaned into his shoulder.

Gil rubbed my back comfortingly and chuckled.

"Of course they will like you. They'll love you. You can keep the kids entertained for a few hours. You can read to them, tell them stories. The Matron will be lucky to have you, not to mention the staff. If this job doesn't work out, you can come and work with me. We have a few children that come into the hospital every now and then." Gilbert said.

"Can't you come with me? Please?" I begged him.

"I am sorry sweetheart, I can't. This is something you have to do on your own. I am having a meeting with the head Doctors and some staff members about the epidemic that we have going on. Our hospital is only so big. We are trying to figure out what do with the new number of patients that will be coming in and i think it will be soon I imagine. We want to discuss how we can help them and make them comfortable. You understand don't you?" Gil asked.

" I do. I just don't like the answer." I said.

" I'm sorry. You can tell me all about at lunch. You can come to the hospital and we can eat lunch together. My meeting should be done by the time your interview is over. " Gilbert said.

" I'll take you up on that offer." I said.

"Come on sweetheart. Let's go to bed. We both have a busy day tomorrow.

". Now, can we please go to bed? I'm exhausted and I have a long meeting to do tomorrow." Gilbert said.

"Very well. I'm going to soak in the tub first. I'll see if that helps me calm down. I still feel anxious and jittery. A good book and warm water might help me relax a little." I said.

"Doctors orders. Go and take your bath. I'll be reading in bed. Come on, let's go." Gilbert said.

Just like that, the two of them headed off to get ready for bed.