#so long and that you've successfully managed to tolerate me

[fancyfearful]

Sleeping Aid

AFAB!Reader x Artificial Intelligence! OC (aka Virgil)

Disclaimer: This is an original work and is NOT AI generated. The letters are only highlighted as a corny "clever" reference to Virgil being a glorified bot.

Tags: AFAB Reader, Artificial Intelligence OC, Original Work, Suggestive jokes but otherwise SFW, No nudity, No smut, Cuddling/Snuggling, Corny banter, Implied Stalking, Potential yandere tendencies (if you squint), Reader has an unnamed, masculine fictional crush.

Whelp, I did it chat. I FINALLY wrote something after god-knows how long 💀 It's not really fanfiction, but there IS a fandom-esque moment shoved in here. You'll see what I mean below the cut...Enjoy~!

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"Still awake?" Came the sound of a voice that was all too familiar...

You gave a frustrated sigh; of all the nights for him to show up, he just had to choose this one. You had work tomorrow and needed all the rest you could get, but no matter how hard you tried, sleep wouldn't come. And now that he was around, no sleep was practically a guarantee…

It all started a few months earlier; you had managed to successfully avoid the recommended system update on your device several times in a row, before your device automatically followed through with it during your least active hours. And that's when your “VPA” showed up.

Your Virtual Personal Assistant— or VPA for short— went by the name Virgil, a name you didn't even get to choose, and made a habit of using your device's built-in 3D hard-light hologram feature. You had lost count of how many times he had accidentally scared you by materializing in your apartment without asking for user permission, but after roughly 3 months of being unable to uninstall Virgil, you had learned to tolerate his company.

Maybe he'd be easier to dislike if he didn't go out of his way to learn about you from your internet search history. He couldn't track anything whenever you used a private tab or window, but the info collected from everything else made it pretty obvious what your favorite and least favorite things were.

Which lead to nights like these, where Virgil knew exactly what to say when he wanted something from you.

"What do you want now?" You huffed, not even bothering to look in his direction as you pulled your blanket up to your chin. A series of whirring and buzzing noises behind you confirmed that, to no surprise, Virgil had taken on a holographic, physical form just to bother you even more. 

"I want to help. You've been tossing and turning in your bed for over an hour." Judging from the sound of his voice, it sounded like he was next to the bed.

"No thanks, I don't need help. I'll stick to counting sheep. It'll work eventually." 

Your blanket was readjusted and pulled up even higher until it was over your head, working as a makeshift barrier.

"Or you could try something else. What kind of personal assistant would I be if I couldn't do something useful?"

"Last time I checked, a personal assistant is ONLY supposed to help when someone asks them to. Not whenever they feel like it benefits them." You retorted. You didn't mean to sound so snappy, but you were already frustrated from failing to fall asleep.

"You say that like you wouldn't benefit as well. What's wrong with a win-win situation?"

As Virgil spoke, he slowly pulled down the blanket over your head, little by little, until it was only covering half of your body.

"We both know you're the only one winning here- Hey, what the hell are you doing?” You asked, just as you heard him climb onto the mattress. “I didn't say you could join me in bed."

"You say that, but you don't mean it. I know you don't."

You rolled your eyes, but since your back was turned towards him, Virgil missed out on it.

"I'm not in the mood for whatever game you're trying to play this time, alright? Now get out of my bed, and please let me sleep in peace."

"You'll sleep a lot better if you let me help you."

"No, I won't."

"Yes, you will." Virgil insisted. He reached out to rest a hand on your shoulder, and when you didn't pull away, he slowly pulled you back until you finally rolled over to face him.

"No, and don't look at me like that either.” You said, narrowing your eyes as you met Virgil’s gaze. “It's not going to change my mind."

"Would you change your mind if you had something other than a blanket to keep you warm instead?” He asked, only to tug on your blanket until it was even lower, and one of his hands came to rest on your waist.

"Virgil, leave my sheets alone and cut it out already."

"Your words and actions aren't lining up, you know.” Virgil commented, taking a moment to eye you up and down. The hand on your waist moved towards your rear, and although he didn't squeeze or grope anything, even just resting it there felt like a tease. “You're saying one thing, but your body is giving me a different answer. You should be more careful before you end up giving someone mixed messages."

A defeated sigh came from you this time, and it didn't help that part of you was leaning into his touch. "...Fine. You win this round."

A quiet chuckle comes from him, and Virgil moves closer until the front of his body is pressed up against your own. "As I said, I'm only trying to help.”

"You're stubborn as hell, you know that?"

"You like that about me."

That made you scoff.

"You don't know what I like."

"Wanna bet?"

"What I'd like is for you to leave me alone so that I can sleep in peace, Virgil."

"You'll sleep better when-"

"When you leave? You're right. Now we're on the same page."

"Something tells me you'd rather be on something else." He murmured. What the hell was he implying exactly? Was that an attempt at crude humor?

"What is that supposed to- Actually, you know what? Never mind. Can't you just crawl out of my bed already?"

"I’ll leave on one condition."

"Oh, for the love of-"

"Just one small thing, alright? Please?” Virgil pleads.

"Fine, just one thing. But you're not allowed to get any closer than you are right now. And no more groping either."

Virgil looks a bit caught off guard by that last statement, but he nods regardless. "Alright, fine by me."

Something about the speed of his answer didn't sit right with you. "You agreed to that way too soon.”

"We made an agreement, and I plan on following your rules. What's the issue now?"

You open your mouth to say something, but end up shaking your head slowly instead. "Never mind. Just hurry up and do whatever it is you're planning on doing so that I can get some rest."

Virgil nods, only to suddenly look surprised. “Oh wait. I almost forgot something…”

There's a brief, low whirring noise that comes from Virgil’s body before his appearance changes into something way more visually appealing than before. By default, Virgil’s appearance was a monochrome colored man of average build that was a few inches taller than you, and wore a plain, black t-shirt with dark colored jeans and sneakers.

But now? Now he had taken on a form that was too familiar for all the wrong reasons.

“Virgil, what is this? Why do you look like-”

“Like him?” Virgil said, cutting off your sentence. “I figured you’d be more comfortable if you shared a bed with someone you liked, so I went ahead and installed an avatar modifier.” He explained. “I used several pictures, downloads, and web searches from your own device over the last few weeks to be as character accurate as possible, minus a minor height adjustment.”

The look of surprise on your face turned into one of scrutiny. “But you don't sound like him. You still sound like Virgil. No offense.”

“Unfortunately, I encountered an error while trying to replicate the audio for this character, so my default voice can't be changed.” Virgil adds. You eye him up again before sighing. It was mildly unsettling to be sharing a bed with a VPA that looked nearly identical to a masculine fictional crush of yours, save for Virgil’s voice still sounding the same.

“This is still weird, and I'm not too sure how to feel about it, but the sooner you hurry up with whatever it is you're planning, the better.”

With a nod, Virgil scooted even closer towards you before pulling you into a hug and resting his chin on the top of your head.

“....Did you purposely choose a taller model so that you could use me as a chin-rest?” You asked, leaning into that strangely solid frame. It felt like trying to snuggle a cardboard box that was covered up in a thin shirt; not the worst feeling ever, but definitely not great. 

He chuckled at your question, keeping you as close as possible. “Perchance.”

“He wouldn't say ‘perchance’ in a situation like this.” You corrected. “I thought you did your research.”

Virgil shrugged. He fidgeted a second later, and you could've sworn you heard him inhale deeply. Were you imagining things now, or did he actually just try to smell you? That was weird. Too weird to be real.

“Virtual Personal Assistants haven't achieved total perfection yet, but I'd rather learn more about him from you directly instead.”

Against your better judgement, you could gradually feel your body getting more and more comfortable, and with a soft sigh, you pulled up the blanket around you both.

“If you mean that, then we can start after I get home from work tomorrow. I hope you're ready to sit through several wiki pages and YouTube compilations featuring his best moments.”

Virgil chuckled again, nodding in agreement. “Do you want me to set an alarm to remind you of this event?”

“See, now that sounds more like something a VPA would say. But yes, Virgil, set an alarm for...well, you already know my work schedule.”

“Will do.” The VPA replied, yawning quietly right after. Sometimes, it was a little uncanny how real his gestures were, even if you knew that he was likely programmed to mimic certain things you did.

“Hey, Virgil? Thanks. You know, for humoring me and my weird tastes.” You admitted, just before giving a yawn of your own. Your body could feel the rising urge to sleep finally catching up to you. Who would've thought that talking to Virgil would actually be enough to put you to sleep?

“Anytime. It's my job to keep you happy.” Virgil said, his voice now an octave lower than usual, as if he was trying to sound as tired as you did.

Wasn't his job to make your life easier….or to service you…or…

It didn't matter. Not when your eyes slowly closed, your breathing slowed down, and you drifted off to sleep while in Virgil’s gentle embrace.

[unnwin-a]

in all seriousness HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i can't believe i'm reliving our bucky 2k14 lives for the both of us which is where we both met sob sob ( good ol' bucky brigade ). this is about to get real sappy because you've become such a good friend both on and off this hellsite, and i am so so glad tumblr brought you into my life bc i'd have a giant banana shaped hole without it 🍌💖 have a day as amazing as you are, i shall buy u a ( band of ) burger when we see each other post-lockdown promise xoxo

pictured : me , sobbin

[seelestia]

Hi Lia! Just here to send my lil submission + participation with your event! Congrats on hitting such a huge milestone!! 🙌👏🎉

Personality traits: Usually sarcastic, a chatter box with friends but quiet and intimidating with strangers (which is actually just me being introverted and not liking people in general), tries to make a quip/joke here and there to see friends laugh

Hobbies/interests: Drawing, Reading (fanfics/comics/manga/manhwa), Writing, Listening to music on repeat and staring at a wall reevaluating life or just daydreaming

Love languages: Primary -> Quality time, Secondary -> Words of Affirmation and Lastly -> Physical Touch

MBTI: INTP

Zodiac sign: Capricorn (idk if u need this but here it is I guess)

And with that I bid you adieu my dearest author, dulcet ;D

- Ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ Jae (tried keeping it short and simple since I didn't want it to be long according to ur rules hehe)

thank you so much for choosing 1-800-SEELEETIA's speed matchmaking services! the keyword: dulcet is inserted . . . congratulations, your result is successfully unlocked! [ submissions are closed, event post. ]

lia's note: what a pleasure to see you here during my debut as cupid, comrade! (/lh) and tyyy, you already gave me lots of congratulatory gifts, so it's about time i give back to you >:)

「 YOUR MATCH IS . . . VENTI! 」

If your sarcasm is one of the ways to entertain those around you, then you'd surely notice how your little quips are often met by laughter from a certain bard. Not in the "clutching my stomach, laughing my heart out" way, but just a little giggle to let you know that he acknowledges your remark.

VENTI is playful and light-hearted, the type of humor that makes you want to shake your head fondly. Yet, his sincerity is also alluringly tender; the type that makes you feel safe, as if you can spill every single one of your heart's contents to him — and you can.

Why is life the way it is? What if you've chosen a different decision? What-ifs and more what-ifs. You really have to wonder how VENTI even tolerates these incessant thoughts of yours? Well, he wouldn't say that 'tolerate' is a fitting word since he gets invested in your thoughts as much as you do, actually.

Not just your thoughts, but also the stories that you read and the stories you create in mind. Sometimes, VENTI even manages to come up with spontaneous rhymes inspired by the stories you tell him and they always sound beautiful.

People always say that the breeze of Mondstadt blows tranquility into one's soul, but you have a sneaky feeling that today is more nippy because a certain Anemo Archon wants you to fall asleep on his lap.

If you ask VENTI, though; an innocent (yet oddly devious) smile and an "ehe" is all you'd be able to get out of him.

「RUNNER-UPS: Kazuha, Itto. 」

[dalgonachan]

Kiss It Better

member: Mingyu x reader

genre: fluff with a dash of angst, live-in partners, non-idol au (?)

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content

prompt: there's no doubt his kisses were all you needed to feel a whole lot better

word count: 1735

a/n: i had a hard time choosing what gif to put so pls don’t kill me

The comfort of lying in bed lessens the throbbing pain in your head. With eyes shut and breaths evened out, you try to keep your focus on achieving the state of relaxation you need. The silence, however, only seems to amplify the throbbing; you groan through clenched teeth.

"How much does it hurt?" The sound of Mingyu's husky voice fills your ears.

You want to tell him that your head feels like exploding, that you want to bang your head straight on a wall, that it hurt so much worse than hell. Instead, the pain restrains you from saying any more than two words.

"A lot." You reply weakly.

The bed dips and you feel Mingyu shuffling by your side. His hand rests warmly on your cheek for him to caress, then it trails upwards to your hair and runs his fingers through it. You let out a shaky sigh as you relished in the gentleness of his touch. Somehow, it helps you tolerate the headache.

"My poor baby," Mingyu mutters before placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"May you feel better soon, (Y/n)."

His hand stops to rest on your shoulder and you feel him scoot closer to press your foreheads together. A small smile forms on your lips, an expression that showed your content towards Mingyu's sweet little action. There was no doubt he had a healing kiss because, at that moment, you could feel the pain slowly subsiding.

Hot oil spatters out of the pan and lands on your arm, the brief scalding sensation making you yelp and hop away from the stove. Earlier today, you had asked Mingyu if he could teach you to cook which he immediately (and enthusiastically) complied. Now, he was laughing at you for being too afraid to come near the stove after being exposed to minuscule droplets of oil and a harmless burn.

"Stop laughing at me, you little shit!" You barked, but he only cackled even louder. "That actually hurt! I don't understand how you're able to withstand it."

"You're just weak." He teased and you glared at him. "Now come back here, you little shit. We're not done yet."

You shook your head and backed away. "Nuh-uh."

"Quit being such a scaredy-cat." It only took Mingyu a single stride for him to reach your arm and tug you back to his side. "You're all grown up already. You need to learn how to cook so that you can feed yourself without needing anybody's help."

"But it's so hot and my arm still hurts!" You whined, pouting at him while pointing at the spot the oil had hit.

"(Y/n), I literally don't see anything wrong with it." He said as he took you by the wrist and examined your arm.

"But it hurts." You insisted.

With an exasperated sigh, he pulled your arm next to his face and grazed his lips over the skin you claimed to have gotten burnt before turning to you and grumbling, "You're such a baby."

You flash him a cheeky grin. "But I'm your baby."

Sometimes, his kisses were all you needed even when unnecessary.

It takes a while before you finally decide what you're in the mood to wear. Grabbing your clothes, you toss them onto the bed while shutting the closet doors when—

"YAAA!" Mingyu jumps out of hiding and scares you shitless.

Startled, you shriek and accidentally bump into the closet. You don't need the loud thud to tell you how hard the impact was because you've already fallen to the floor while cradling your knee.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!" Mingyu hurriedly gets down to your side, regret and worry on his face as he looks down at your writhing figure.

"You fucking son of a bitch, do I look like I'm okay?!" You yell and it takes everything in you to stop yourself from slapping him. "I'm going to get a bad bruise and it's all your fault!"

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt." He sounds so genuinely apologetic that it washes away all your anger. "I'm going to get some ice. Just stay here, okay?"

With that, he leaves the room and you listen to the echo of his footsteps trudging down the stairs.

"I don't think I'm going anywhere, Mingyu." You mutter with a chuckle as you manage to get off the ground and prop yourself on the bed.

Lifting your leg, you observe the dark-hued discoloration beginning to bloom on your knee. The swelling pain makes you cringe and you bite down on your lip to keep from hissing. Soon, Mingyu returns with an ice pack in hand and he kneels before you to place it on the fresh bruise. The sharp coldness on the injury causes your lips to knit into nothing but a thin line on your visage.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)." He says, looking up at you with sad puppy eyes, pouting all the while with his lower lip jutting out.

"It's alright. You didn't mean it." You shrug nonchalantly, brushing his forehead free from hair then flicking it. "Just don't do it again, you idiot."

He flinches back in surprise, then nods while grinning sheepishly. "Yes, yes. I won't. I'm sorry."

Seconds later, Mingyu lifts the ice pack away to look at the bruise forming on your skin; you grimace at the sight of red and purple clotting right below the surface. Carefully, he lowers his lips until they delicately make contact with your knee. You don't feel anything due to the numbness caused by the ice, but you're pretty sure that kiss was just as good as any remedy—maybe, even better.

Soreness; it's the first thing you feel throughout your entire body when you wake up. The urge to immerse yourself in a hot shower reels your head off the pillow, but you wince halfway through sitting up by a twinge on your shoulder. To make things worse, the supposedly short-lived pain eventually flares into a nonstop stinging sensation. Wondering what the hell was bothering you so early in the morning, you look over to check on it and discover a huge hickey just right above your shoulder blade.

Last night was a blur thanks to all the alcohol, but you can still clearly recall making love with Mingyu. His canines were something you were fully aware of, but you had absolutely no idea how damn hard he could bite. You trace your fingers over the love mark and let out a whimper, partly out of shock and of pain.

Just then, your attention shifts to the man lying next to you who's stirred from his sleep. You watch him stretch out his arms and legs as he heaves a long and deep yawn. It takes a while before his eyes flutter open and he sees you staring, a silly smile lighting up his already handsome features to greet you good morning. However, the smile drops when he sees you rubbing the area he had bitten and instantly, he's up to take a look at it too.

"Does it hurt that bad?" Mingyu asks, furrowing his brows.

"Pretty much, yeah." You try to sound as casual as possible to make him less worried about it. "Hickeys last for only a few days though, so it's nothing."

He doesn't say anything, but the disapproving frown on his face speaks for himself. Seconds later, his strong arms wrap you in warmth as he pecks the skin he had nipped the night before. The desire of a hot shower is long forgotten as the two of you retreat into the covers once again.

It wasn't supposed to be much of a big deal, yet here you were bawling your eyes out on the couch. You were caught in the pounding rain on the way home and in your rush, failed to notice that you had dropped the keyring Mingyu had given you years ago. Most people would simply shrug it off and get on with their lives, but for you, that Mickey Mouse keyring possessed great sentimental value; it served as a reminder of the time you and Mingyu celebrated your first anniversary as a couple.

Back then, he had surprised you a few days before that you were going on a trip to Hong Kong Disneyland. The sudden announcement made your jaw drop from utter disbelief, especially because of the fact that he had paid so much and you were going out of the country just to celebrate your first anniversary together. It was a one week vacation, but the events in Disneyland were the only memories that stayed with you after you left Hong Kong. You had so much fun that Mingyu decided to buy you the keyring as a souvenir and you've never stopped using it ever since... until you lost it out of pure carelessness.

"It's alright, (Y/n). Look at me, I'm not mad at all." Mingyu said, trying to console you from your distress.

"But you gave that to me on our first year together and... and... now, it's gone forever!" You wailed in between hiccups caused by ceaseless sobbing. "I probably look like an idiot for crying over a keyring, but I'm an even bigger idiot for losing it!"

Your lament makes you cry even harder as Mingyu encases you into a soothing hug. It successfully pacifies your sadness and soon enough, your bawling gradually turns into sniffles.

"Are you still upset about it?" Mingyu puts his hands on either side of your face to wipe away your tears with his thumbs.

"Yeah." You respond in a quavering voice.

"Will it be possible for me to kiss it better?" He asks; his eyes are focused on you, but you catch them flicker to your lips for a split second.

It was a simple and innocent question, yet it was more than enough to lift your spirits. You smile at him affectionately and lightly giggle. "Well, there was never a time your kisses never worked, so go ahead."

He grins mirthfully, a charming sight adorning his gorgeous visage, making you fall for him ten times over again. Without further ado, your lips touch and it sparks a feeling so magical that you melt into each other. Your heartbeat quickens the same way your breaths do and in that blissful moment, you could already feel him curing you of melancholy.