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ghostussy · 1 year

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Forced Bliss

Copia x Insomniac, Chronic Pain reader

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First off, I am so sorry for the lack of content lately. Life has kicked me in the metaphorical dick about a million times this month. And on top of everything else, I’m dealing with arthritis and depression flare-ups thanks to the changing weather. Please, take this fic as a peace offering. <3

Also if anyone has any advice for managing arthritis throughout the night, it would be greatly appreciated! Mine keeps waking me up and I am tired lol

TW: Mentions of chronic pain, insomnia, high emotions/sobbing, breakdown

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It was late at night when you went for a stroll in the Abbey; much too late for anyone to be awake, save for the ghouls. They were always up to something mischievous; sometimes it seemed as though they never slept. You could hear their faint shouts from down the hall, confirming that they were awake and causing trouble, as usual. The sounds of chaos provided a small comfort, serving as a small reminder that others resided in the building and that you were not alone.

Of course, it was too late for you to be walking throughout the cold Ministry halls as well, and you predicted that Sister Imperator would have your head if she discovered you. Still, you kept walking; you should be in bed, but you found yourself unable to sleep. The few moments of rest you had gotten were fitful, and plagued by nightmares. Of course, these nightmares were unlike the ones you had seen in movies; there was no thrashing, no calling out into the night; and certainly no one to comfort you. You had felt the panic set in slowly, strategically burning at the edges of your mind as you fought through your sleepy haze. Finally, you had woken up, gasping into your pillow. You had clumsily dove to your side table, frantically searching for the switch to your lamp and knocking over anything that got in your way. You felt yourself spill a glass of water, tossing papers, nudging your glasses and medications until they fell onto the floor. By the time you had finally managed to turn on the light, the table and the surrounding area was a mess. You had stared at it for a moment, the panic beginning to subside. Then, you eased yourself onto the floor and began to sob quietly.

After a few moments of this, the room that once provided a sanctuary to you felt suffocating. Now, here you were, walking aimlessly, trying desperately to clear your head.

As you crept down the dim hallways, you noticed how beautiful the Ministry was at night. The moon shone through the windows, casting a faint glow all around you. Altars sat alongside the walls, the still-burning candles illuminating dancing shadows down the hallway. You approached the window, looking outside into the courtyard. You looked up, gazing lovingly into the night sky. It was a clear night, and the stars peppered the sky, almost as if the universe had it’s own set of freckles.

You sat there for a while, longer that you’d intended; eyes transfixed on the sky, you were unaware of your surroundings.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a small cough from behind you.

Turning around, you were met with a very tired-looking Copia, dressed in his usual sweatsuit. His makeup had been washed off, and sleep was in his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was soft and gruff, as though he had just been woken up from a deep sleep. “Hello there, cara. May I ask what you are doing out of bed so late?”

You stammered, panicking at having been caught. “O-oh, my deepest apologies, papa! I was simp, ah- simply going for a walk, is all. To, uh, clear my head.”

He continued to look at you with raised eyebrows, and you felt as though he was staring right through you in search of the truth.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted tiredly after a moment. While this wasn’t the only reason to be out of bed, it was still technically the truth.

His gaze softened as he looked at you. “Oh, ragazzo. You poor thing. You must be so tired, si? Come, please let me help you get back to sleep.”

“Oh, no, papa, don’t worry yourself. Please, go back to bed. I will return to my bedroom as well.” You faked a small yawn, hoping he would buy it.

He gently wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you flinched at the sudden contact. “Little one, you are still shaking. Please, allow me to provide you some comfort.”

You pulled away, and he moved his arm so you could easily do so. “I’m not shaking. I’m okay, papa, really. Thank you for concerning yourself with me, but I am alright.”

He rubbed the side of his face with one hand before looking at you once more. “Y/n. I am an old man, and I am very tired. Let’s cut to the chase; one of my ghouls sold you out. I know that you haven’t been sleeping well, and that you are haunted by nightmares. I also know that tonight has been the worst so far. So please, come lie down with me.” He cupped your face with his ungloved hand. It was warm against your skin, and he rubbed the soft tip of his thumb in circles along your cheek. You melted into the touch, wishing for a moment to be held in his arms; after all, you knew that he would hold you safely and securely, allowing you to sleep soundly for once. After a few seconds, you pulled away, coming back to your senses.

“I-”

“Yes, you can, and you will,” he urged you gently. “Now, come lie down, and get some proper rest for once. That is an order from your papa.”

You sighed in defeat. “Okay.”

. . .

It wasn’t long before Copia had coaxed you into his bed, nestled deep underneath the covers against him. You lay with your head on his chest, arm draped over his stomach. It made you seem needy, clinging to him the way that you did- but you didn’t care. Weeks of poor sleep and nightmares made you desperate, leaving you constantly exhausted. You wondered if you should have fought him a little more, insisted that you were okay and gone back to your bedroom- but part of you was glad to finally be held.

It was dark in his bedroom, but you felt safe in his hold. The two of you laid like that for a while; you found yourself unable to fall asleep, and he refused to rest until you did. Despite being held so gently and being so exhausted, you simply couldn’t sleep. Your mind raced, thinking of anything and everything. What you had done that day, what you would be doing the next day, how you were pulling Copia away from his own precious sleep. You thought of your conversation earlier, how you could have slipped away instead of burdening him with your insomnia. You hoped that in the morning, he would not be too tired to carry out his duties.

After several moments of this, you heard him sigh before he placed a hand on your back. Gently, yet firmly, he rubbed his hand in circles, carefully massaging your tired muscles. He placed his other hand in your hair, combing through it gently and scratching at your scalp. You let out a gentle sigh, wrapping your arm tighter around him and nuzzling your face as close to him as you could get.

“C?”

“Yes, amore?”

Another quiet sigh escaped your lips as he worked into a sore spot. You completely lost your words, only responding with a quiet, “ohhh.”

He let out a small chuckle. “Ah, there we go,” he purred, “I am shutting off that overactive brain of yours. Surely it must be difficult to rest with so many thoughts, si? So please, allow me to assist.” You found his gentle, soothing touches to be overwhelming. Soon, it was all you could think of, and you could do little except lie there and melt into him. Before long, you found yourself fighting sleep, wishing to enjoy the moment longer. Your eyelids fluttered shut, then open, then shut, then open again. “Ah, caro bambino, please. Rest your eyes. I will still be here in the morning; both yours and my own duties are put on hold until you have slept, and slept well. This means that you may rest as long as you need to, child."

"'Kay..." you mumbled into his chest, barely awake. Within seconds, your breathing had evened out, and you had gone lax within his hold. You could feel the exhaustion at the back of your mind, clouding your thoughts as you peered up at him with half-lidded eyes; he looked down at you with adoration, smiling as your eyelids slid shut finally and sleep overcame you.

. . .

You awoke with a gentle start a few hours later, shaking slightly. You noticed it was still dark outside, and groaned in frustration. A familiar pain radiated through the hip you’d slept on, spreading through your leg and into your knee. Looking up, you noticed Copia, who was fast asleep; his face leaning against one of the many pillows he was propped against. His mouth was slightly ajar, soft snores escaping his lips. The shadows underneath his eyes were much clearer now that his face was relaxed completely; you felt terrible for keeping him awake earlier.

One of his hands rested on your back, the other still loosely tangled in your hair. Carefully, you removed yourself from his grasp, whimpering quietly as the pain in your hip increased greatly. He stirred, but didn’t wake as you sat on the edge of the bed. You waited a moment, feeling the pain begin to subside. Flexing your fingers, you could feel that your knuckles were swollen.

You rubbed a fist into your tired eyes. They burned with exhaustion, and you longed for sleep once more; however, you knew that you would most likely not be sleeping again tonight. Every night, it was the same pattern; you would retire early, struggling to sleep for hours; and when you finally found rest, you would awaken only a few hours later in pain. Once you’d awakened, you would be awake the rest of the night. It was a vicious cycle that left you constantly exhausted, and you had grown tired of it long ago.

Tears pricked at the back of your eyes. You quickly rubbed both fists in your eyes, determined not to allow them to fall. You were unsuccessful as your joints ached and your body screamed for sleep. Once they started, you could not stop the steady stream from falling down your cheeks. Once the floodgates had opened, you were suddenly choking back sobs, trying to stay quiet so that you wouldn’t wake the man sleeping close to you. Your whole body shook violently and you doubled over, resting your elbows on your knees and pressing your face into your hands. Your sobs came out forcefully, and you found yourself gasping quietly for air.

“Y/n...?”

Oh, no.

You sat up after hearing his voice. Though you had spoken to him many times, this time it felt... different. You longed once more to be held, for him to soothe you gently. Yet, you had already burdened him with so much. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask so much of him.

Another choked sob forced it’s way out of the back of your throat, and he quickly scrambled out of bed, making his way over to you. He knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his. “Oh, tesoro. What is the matter? Are you unwell? Are you not sleeping well? Please, tell me so that I may help you.”

You were unable to speak; this only worried him further. He reached up and brushed away your tears before pulling you into his embrace. He rubbed your back soothingly, whispering small phrases in a mix of Italian and Latin. You buried your face in his chest, sobbing into him. Weeks of pent-up frustration, sleepless nights, pain, and depression seemed to all come out of you all at once as you cried, tears staining his shirt. He paid this no mind, instead focusing on comforting you as much as he could. You clung to him tightly, as though you had been stranded in the middle of the ocean and he was the only piece of driftwood for miles. Sobs wracked your body, and you shook violently against his strong, steady hold. He truly was your lifeline.

Suddenly, you found your words.

“Cope... Copia...”

“Shh, darling, I’m here for you,” he whispered, “I’m right here, let it out. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

You gripped his shirt tighter. “I’m sorry- Lord, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean it, I didn’t- I swear, I’m sorry-” He pulled you closer as you fell into hysterics once more.

“Hey now, none of that, okay? You’re going to be okay, alright? I promise, you will get through this. But I need you to tell me what’s wrong, okay?”

Your head bobbed slightly, and Copia wasn’t sure if you were nodding or on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. Probably both.

The sobs slowed, and you finally started to relax against him. “I’m sorry,” you started, sounding sincere.

“Shh, no more of that, now.” He brushed the hair from your face, and wiped away your remaining tears. “What can I do to help?”

“You’ve already done so much,” your voice was choked, desperate. Still, he pressed on.

“Y/n. I want you to look at me.” When you did so, he felt his heart shatter. The shadows underneath your eyes were a dark, deep shade of purple. He saw many emotions in your eyes, and your face was flushed, a slight red color flooding your tearstained cheeks. “I will always be here for you. I know you are suffering. I need you to tell me how I can alleviate your pain, alright?”

“I... I don’t know.”

“What hurts, child?”

“I just... I’m so tired, papa. And I’m sore from sleeping.”

“Oh, dear. Is it the arthritis?” You nodded in response.

“Okay, I can work with that. How about a quick bath? To sooth those painful joints, yes? Doesn’t that sound nice?”

You leaned further into him, exhaustion evident within your movements. “Yeah...”

“Or would you like to rest instead?”

You hummed in response, not fully awake.

“I’m going to take that to mean that you would like to rest instead.” He cradled you in his arms, moving to place you on the bed. While you were still in his arms, you whimpered, still in pain. “Oh, dear...”

You opened your eyes, leaning up against him slightly. “Sorry. Must’ve drifted off.”

“That’s alright.” He set you back down on the bed. “I am going to get you some painkillers, and a heating pad. Then, in the morning, we will run you a hot bath. Does that sound good?”

“Hm...”

“Excellent.” He laid you back on the bed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before standing once more. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”

You laid there for a few moments, fighting to stay awake until Copia returned. For once, you found evading sleep to be difficult; and you were grateful.

Not much time had passed when he returned with a bottle of extra-strength ibuprofen. He handed you three pills, which you took carefully; then he used his arms to support you as he placed a heating pad on your hip. When he crawled back into bed, you wasted no time cozying up next to him once more. Instead of laying your head on his chest, you opted to press yourself close to him as you possibly could; wrapping your arms around him, you curled up in the crook of his arm, tangling your legs together. He chuckled, loving every second of your sleep-deprived clinginess. He ran his hand through your hair once more, enveloping you in his loving embrace. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep once more, and stayed that way.

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@lightbluuestars

#I'll do a part 2 later. It's 2 am for me and my sleep schedule is fucked #I tried to stay up late and get up early a few days ago to fix my schedule and it made things so much worse lol rip me #anyways this is very dramatic and self indulgent but my arthritis keeps waking me up so. here ya go I guess lol #copia x reader #papa copia #copia comfort #copia x chronic pain reader #copia #copia x reader insomnia #author is very tired it's been a long few days please forgive me for whatever this is #Hopefully I can manage writing on a regular basis soon #tw: medication #tw: chronic pain #tw: arthritis #tw: panic attack #tw: breakdown #If I missed any tags lmk

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glass-trash-bab · 9 months

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I wish I knew how to sleep at night. That'd be really convenient

#insomnia is hitting so hard idk whats wrong #its been like this for 2 weeks. probably longer. i dont remember #ive had insomnia my entire life so i can function on very little sleep. not well but good enough to get through a day #i just want to snork mimimimimi #maybe i shouldnt take my adderall for a day and see if that fixes me #cause im thinking im staying up too late because my adderall isnt wearing off because im not eating enough.-#and im not eating enough because of my adderall. its a whole circle i have to figure out how to break

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w1redsmile · 1 year

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alright im gonna go mobile for now n see if i fall asleep ; if not , i'll be back to do more things !! if anyone wants to talk plotting/dynamics/goof around in a lil discord server with me till i fall asleep or get back on here , feel free to like this post or if u have my discord already , shoot me a message ! send me memes or tag me in starters or whatever to do in the morning twirls hair & blows a kiss

#// TRYING to fix my sleep schedule at least some but my insomnia has been SO BAD lately #// me thinks i may be on a slight manic wave ; yaaaay being bipolar woooo #// i'll be here lurking n rbing things <3 #// also over on my ic twitter & discord ily guys !!#˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙴 ; 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙼 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙴 ; 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙱 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ out of character.

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geistxhund-a · 2 years

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;; I can only dream of the day where I write a thread where Khaz just gets absolutely outclassed, demolished and totally obliterated in combat

either that or a date at the botanical gardens sipping coffee and enjoying the peace for once

or either unfortunately haha, or maybe perhaps??

#010 //: OUT OF CHARACTER #(man. I need to start fixing my sleep schedule if I'm gonna become busy w/ work again.)#(but my insomnia has been getting worse lately due to some tragic family stuff. I'm alright though just struggling a little here and there.)#(the full-time shifts should help me though. finally get my prescriptions redone for my eyes and some other stuff that should've been paid.)

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chaospumpkinpies · 2 years

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head full

#my friend knows that i dabble in so many interests and now im acting like tech support #somethinf with thw laptop port but know im searching all about disassemblinv laptops and replacing bits again #need sleep tho cuz ita very late and im mispelling everything #but itsfi e #ok so i was going to try and fix some of the spelling on the tags but the last one is just like jeez #want to ramble more but my typinf is very quickly becoming keysmashes on this tiny ass phone #asfsjdkfk #oh no ive been hit with insomnia

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 10 months

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Smut ❤️ angst 💔 fluff 🖤 hurt/comfort ❤️‍🩹 dark themes 🩶

This masterlist will be for more mostly recent works of mine consisting of oneshots, blurbs, headcanons, edits, etc.

Oneshots

♡ Virgin!Eddie x fem!reader ❤️🖤

Eddie desperately wants to make you feel good.

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader❤️🖤

You and Eddie just moved into your very first trailer together, and he discovers a little secret you've been keeping.

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader❤️

You and Eddie are guests at Joyce and Hoppers' wedding. When Eddie sees you in your dress, he can't seem to keep his hands off of you.

♡Rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️❤️‍🩹

You just broke up with your boyfriend. Making your way down town upset and hurt, you bump into a certain Rockstar.

♡ Eddie Munson x reader 💔❤️‍🩹

You and Eddie have your first very big fight.

♡ Steddie x fem!reader ❤️

There's really no plot, just something smutty with our favorite boys. You've been a brat, and now your boyfriends have to punish you.

♡ Monster!Eddie x fem!reader ❤️🩶

After a long day of work, all you wanted to do was rest. Someone in your home has other plans, more specifically, something under your bed.

♡ College!Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader ❤️

Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.

♡ College!Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader(Part 2)❤️🖤

After your call with Eddie, you can't get him off your mind. You promised yourself to let your fears go and finally speak with him in person. Some things don't go as originally planned because Eddie just so happens to walk into your coffee shop.

♡ College!Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader (part 3)❤️🖤

After your successful first date, you and Eddie continue seeing each other. Things start getting more serious between the two of you.

♡ Eddie Munson x reader 🖤

a little something for the people who suffer from insomnia or just have a hard time sleeping.

♡ Eddie Munson x reader 🖤

Eddie takes you shopping for Christmas trees.

♡ VirginRockstar!Eddiemunson x Groupiefem!reader ❤️

Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.

Older work

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️💔

porn no plot. reader really wants to kiss Eddie, but he doesn't like that.

♡Older!Eddie Munson x younger fem!reader ❤️

You made a new friend at work, and she invites you over to spend the weekend with her. Her father takes a liking to you, and you find yourself giving him a helping hand late one night.

♡ Older!Eddie Munson x younger fem!reader ❤️

Eddie moved away right after graduation and cut contact with all of his old friends. What happens when he returns to Hawkins in 2013 and meets a younger girl. Who also just so happens to be Steve Harrington's adopted daughter.

♡Construction worker!Eddie munson x fem!reader ❤️

your husband hires a new man to come and fix up your home while he's away on business. What could possibly go wrong?

♡Ghostface!Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️🩶

Eddie takes you on a mini vacation to a cabin in the middle of the woods. Where the two of you can enjoy your time alone together and try something new.

♡Ghostface!Eddie Munson x fem!reader x Ghostface!Steve Harrington part 2 ❤️🩶

During your last few days of your vacation. Eddie brings an extra guest to stay with you.

♡Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!reader 🖤

it's your daughter's first day of school and Eddie isn't taking it too well.

♡Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!reader 🖤

You and Eddie take an evening drive with your little ones.

♡ Older Rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem!reader 🖤

Your husband has no idea how modern phones work and accidentally posts a lewd image.

Blurbs

♡ Rockstar!Eddie x fem!reader ❤️

eddie buys you a sex toy before he leaves on tour, and he likes to call you at night, making you put the phone by your p***y so he can hear all the pretty wet sounds you're making.

♡ Rockstar!Eddie x fem!reader ❤️

rockstar!eddie taking you to an award show and f**king you with the sex you he bought you because he got jealous other men were flirting with you infront of him.

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

Riding Eddie's happy trail as punishment

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

You and Eddie run out of condoms

♡ Gamer!Eddie x fem!reader ❤️

gamer eddie putting his controller to your clit and making it vibrate until you cum

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

Eddie's roommate walks in on you both.

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

after your last bet with Eddie you decide its his turn now

♡ Sub!Eddie x reader ❤️🖤

Just a little something about giving Eddie some aftercare

♡ Eddie Munson x reader 🖤

Eddie isn't a morning person

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

eddie mocking that he's too big for you to take.

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️ 🩶

late at night, eddie can't resist having you even when you're sleeping.

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

Watching porn with Eddie

♡ Eddie Munson x reader 🖤

Eddies reaction to you stubbing your toe

♡ Perv!Eddie ❤️

Eddie has naughty thoughts about his older neighbor.

♡ Eddie Munson x shy!fem!reader ❤️

You're too shy to ask Eddie for a special request.

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

Best friend Eddie finds your sex toy.

♡ OlderSub!Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

you're with older eddie, and everyone just assumes he's very rough and dominant, but really, he likes it When you slap his face and spit on him, he practically begs for it while you ride him.

♡ Eddie Munson x reader 🖤

You make Eddie take you to a haunted house.

♡ Monster!Eddie x fem!reader ❤️

Moot request

♡ SoftishDom!Eddie x fem!reader ❤️

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

Eddie really loves to give you compliments

♡ Eddie Munson x reader 🖤

Watching a movie with Eddie.

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

eddie teaching you how to play DBD but you keep dying so you get angry and quit so he tries to make you feel better by…

♡ Eddie Munson x fem!reader ❤️

Eddie can't seem to sleep

Headcanons / Concepts

♡ Eddie going down on you while you read ❤️

♡ Eddie being a human furnace 🖤

♡ Eddie and his crystal collector 🖤

♡ Eddie is a biter 🖤

♡ Givin Eddie your ring 🖤

♡ Eddie giving you his coat 🖤

♡ Eddie blasting his music 🖤

♡ cooking with Eddie 🖤

♡ Dad!Eddie 🖤

♡ Rockstar!Eddie using his moans on a song ❤️

♡ sitting on Eddie's amp ❤️

♡ Lazy mornings with Eddie 🖤❤️

Updated 9/12/23

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blublublujk · 6 months

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bound 2 (falling in love)

oneshot

word count: 6.5k

genre: fwb to lovers

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary:

You and Yoongi were okay with being friends with benefits... until you weren't.

warnings: i tried to focus on fluff (did you catch it or did i fail), explicit sexual content; unprotected sex (they make love to each other), choking and breath play (hello it's yoongi), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, crying (is it really my ff if there's no crying involved), creampie, very cute aftercare and i think that’s all, this is more sweet than anything lol

a.n: believe it or not this wasn't apart of my drafts i wrote this all one night because i couldn't sleep so thank my insomnia for this, it was about time i write about yoongi :D

also i noticed a lot of you are reading it was destiny and love always wins and i wish you guys wouldn't only because i plan to rewrite some of it and continue them at a further time (chaptered ffs are so hard for me rn since i don't have all the time in the world to dedicate myself to them but i promise to be back with those two series) thank you for everyone who takes time to read what i write it really means so much and your comments have been so motivating. thank you so fucking much for 2k notes on good girl, gone bad i havent seen numbers like that ever im so so grateful, thank you from the bottom of my heart. i'll try to be back one or two more times this month and happy late birthday to me hehe <3

—> m.list

—> welcome me on ao3 & twt

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It happened again.

Another failed date to add to the sad list of people that simply will never workout for you.

The list was growing longer as months passed. When you started this list, it was barely the start of a very hot summer. Probably the hottest it’s been in years, one can only assume the winter will not be any easier.

And you were right. Winter was only beginning and it was brutally cold. The streets were moist from the previous night of harsh rainfall.

What better time to date and settle down than now. When the world gives you rain, settle for the warm arms of a lover.

Unfortunately, you made a grave mistake thinking this would come easy. Ten first dates later and you are still very single and loverless.

It is not easy to go out during a time like now, suffering at the sight of happy couples and their stupid happy lives. Really, it should disgust you. It used to. The whole concept of devoting your entire life to someone. The need to constantly feel the tender touch of another person. The desire to fall in love and do it all over again, you get it now. At least, you think you do.

“I don’t think this is gonna work.” The words fall from your mouth in a quiet rush. The man across you sits in silence before he smiles in his loss.

“Don’t worry, I figured. It seems your mind was elsewhere. I know you don’t want to pursue anything romantically, and that’s fine with me, but is everything okay?”

Is everything okay? Well currently, yeah you’re okay. As for your heart, it’s heavy and strangely, you feel there’s a hole in your chest and it needs to be filled. That would fix things, you think. You have been single for so long that you forgot what it was like to love and cherish someone. Not that you have ever truly loved or cherished anyone, but you’ve gotten close. If a silly relationship you had in your sophomore year of high school counts. Then yes, you’ve totally been in love.

“I’m okay. Thanks for asking. I didn’t mean to lead you on, if it ever felt like I did.” The apology seems bitter in your mouth. Another failed fucking attempt. How difficult can dating be? Have you really been this disconnected with the world around you?

“Don’t stress it! Things happen. I hope you can find what you’re looking for. See you… around?” The man’s understanding response makes you feel worse. Maybe you should consider deleting Tinder and finding love naturally, if that’s still a thing in the contemporary life.

“Yeah, totally!” And like that you’re off to the next. Giving yourself plenty of time to bathe in your disappointment and miserably cry about your failed attempts at finding what you’ve been missing. Who knew dating could be so difficult?

The walk back home is just as cold as the outcome of today’s date. Your date insisted he could drive you home and if not that then pay for a cab, but you didn’t live too far from the restaurant you both met at. Though he insisted, you figured this walk could refresh you after yet another failure. You were starting to regret it as the cold wind started roughly hitting your skin. Preserving the chilly weather, you genuinely couldn’t wait to get home and wrap yourself in a bundle of warm blankets and comfortable clothes.

Cold hands struggle to open your door, you blow on them with warm puffs of breaths, soon making your way in and getting comfortable in your humble apartment.

yoon: you up?

And that, that is what made this harder. The fact that you knew there was someone completely capable of loving and caring for you the way you desired. You have seen it with your own eyes. Every time you ended up in his bed, in his arms, you felt it. Deep down you know something is there and that something beats everything else. Maybe you’re just delusional, but you look for him in everyone else and you hate it. Hate because you will never be anything more than his personal little whore that comes at the sound of his call.

me: yeah

Normally, you aren’t dry over texts, especially not with him so he’ll see right through you. You’re hoping for once, he can ignore it.

He won't.

yoon: you ok?

me: been better

yoon: wanna talk about it?

me: no, i'm ok

yoon: ok, wanna come over?

Yes, because during a time like this all you want is the comfort and warmth of someone else’s touch and Yoongi has never failed at giving that to you. But he is not yours.

And you are not his.

me: not feeling well. sorry.

yoon: sick?

A white lie never hurt anyone.

me: yeah, throat hurts

yoon: im sorry

me: it's not your fault maybe another time.

Though you really shouldn’t say that. There should be no next time. That way you don’t suffer any longer and drag him down with you, considering everything you’ve been feeling and dealing with lately. It’s not fair to Yoongi, but especially yourself.

He doesn’t reply anymore and you can’t even hide your disappointment. You aren’t disappointed at him, okay maybe a little bit at him, but mainly yourself and your recently found complicated feelings.

You and Yoongi started this whole mess a year ago, before you even realized what you truly wanted. It started off with subtle flirting here and there. They say not to mess with coworkers, given that it can complicate things at work and one should never play with their main source of income, but you did it anyway. You are still young and he only made you feel younger, like a teenage girl crushing over her forbidden crush at church. It was silly, but Yoongi made it easy.

The flirting turned to one thing, then another.

“We shouldn’t, not here.” Yoongi had you pinned outside the club you both worked at, leaving trails of wet kisses down your throat.

“Five more minutes.” His words were muffled into your skin as his hands explored your body. Yoongi’s touch was always way too soft for his own good and you fell victim to his deadly warmth.

“If Mr. Kim finds out, he’ll kill us and fire us both.” That was a bit dramatic on your part and you swore you felt the taller smiling against your neck.

Yoongi drops one last kiss on your cheek as his hot breath hits your ear. “Not if I kill him first.”

You gasped, pushing him off you with a quick smack to his chest. “D-Don’t even joke like that.”

Yoongi just laughed.

“Okay, okay baby.” The term of endearment fell from his lips too easily and you melted into the dark night. “See you after work?”

You only nodded, not being able to deny his temporary warmth and sweet presence. Then he dropped a kiss on your lips, leaving you just as quick as when he first found you. You were fucked.

From there, it only got worse for your sake. Your heart could only take so much.

Really, you should blame things on him. It was his fault you fell in love with him and his stupidly soft hands. It was all his fault! He left you no choice but to love the feel of his lips against your skin, to easily melt under his soft gaze, and find comfort in his unnecessarily warm bed. Yoongi was perfect. Everything you could ever want.

That’s why it was so fucking hard. Dating was hard enough, but after feeling Yoongi’s intimate touch, you were a complete goner. Though he was far from it, Yoongi touched you like you were his and he would fuck you like a lover would. Kissing and making love to you as if you were the most beautiful woman on Earth. It was all too much.

Fuck, you really needed to get a grip.

The knock on your door makes you jump from your couch.

Ten minutes longer and you would have fallen asleep exactly where you were lying. In outside clothes and all. You didn’t even bother taking off the outfit you had carefully planned thinking that this lucky outfit would have finally taken you somewhere. It didn’t.

“Coming!” There’s not a single person that should be outside your door, especially at this hour. Your feet make their way to the door regardless and the blood from your face drains when you see the person standing behind the door.

Quickly, you unlock your front door, rushing the taller inside. “Hurry! It’s freezing! What are you doing out here?”

Yoongi’s cheeks are surely frozen, a pink dust decorates his cheeks and the tip of his nose. It almost makes him look cute. You were far more gone than you imagined.

He hustles inside, carrying a fairly large brown bag with him. He brought… groceries?

“Took you long enough.” The taller one makes himself at home, laying his bag on your coffee table.

“What are you even doing here?” You ask again.

He ignores you. “Thought you said you were sick. You don’t look very sick?”

Yoongi looks at you with a questioning look, his eyes wander your outfit and guilt starts eating your insides.

You cross your arms, an attempt to hide yourself in shame, but what’s done is done. “I- I had plans.”

“Yeah, I see that.” He simply says, standing awkwardly in your living area.

If this doesn’t convince you to delete that forsaken app for the sake of your dignity and shameful behavior, you don’t know what will.

“Anyways, w-what brings you here?”

“Brought you some stuff.” His hand waves over to the bag he carried inside.

“Stuff?” You question, a bit dumbfounded, planted still in your place.

“Tea, cough drops, some soup I made earlier this week. Oh and flowers.” Yoongi doesn’t seem at all embarrassed or fazed about the situation. Not that he should be, but he speaks with a puff to his chest, as if he wanted to ensure you understood his every word and action. Like any concerned lover would be. As if he was yours and you were his.

Oh.

This was so so bad. For you and your weak heart. Fuck.

“I-“

He cuts you off before you even get to speak. “I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s just some plain seaweed soup. Usually helps me when I’m sick. I’m not sure what flowers you like, or if you even like flowers. Do you? Their tulips. I did a bit of research before. My mom likes tulips. I figured you might like them too.”

He did research? Double fuck!

Yoongi was nervously rambling, now he was slightly embarrassed. Pink flushes his cheeks and it wasn’t the weather’s doing this time.

“Yoongi…” You start breathlessly and in disbelief.

“What?” He nearly stutters, his hand is shaking. He’s nervous. Who would have thought?

“Why.” Is all you manage to ask.

“You were sick.” Is all he replies. As if things were really that simple. What next? Would he come rushing to the hospital if you suddenly fell ill? God forbid, but it was a valid question.

What was going on? For a second, you entertain the idea. Maybe he fell in love between the blurry lines of this complicated relationship. Were the shared intimate memories too special for him to forget too? You weren’t sure anymore, but what did this all mean? Maybe he loves you, as much as you love him.

Thoughts keep spinning and you wish there was an easier way to turn off your brain. Not now.

“I know, but why? Why all this? Why for me?” Your vulnerability is showing and it makes you feel weak. Maybe your hands are shaking too.

“I don't understand?” Yoongi searches for the answer in your glossy eyes, he’s tempted to reach out and comfort you. Have you in his hands, but he’s too coward. He doesn’t want you to feel the shiver of his touch right now. His vulnerability peaks through as well.

Why not you? It’s always going to be you.

“I-I’m nothing to you.” There’s a shiver again and then you break.

Yoongi doesn’t care anymore. He’ll consider the consequences later. Right now, none of it matters.

His hands hold your face, ready to wipe the tears that threaten to leak from your precious eyes. He hopes his hands aren't cold anymore from standing outside for so damn long, but he couldn’t stop himself, in his selfishness and all.

His hands shake slightly, trying to stay strong as he lays it all on the table. “Y/N, you’re everything to me.” He whispers, eyes never leaving yours.

You lay your own hands on his, you feel so delicate around him when you wrap warm hands around his cold wrists.

“I-I am?” You ask between sniffles. His hands are still pretty cold, but they’ll soon warm up against your soft skin. Nobody knows how desperately you need to be touched until you are and then it’s like little fireworks spark inside your body. It consumes you in the best way possible.

“Of course. I thought I made that obvious.” His eyes are soft, different to how he typically looks at you, but you’ve seen these same eyes before. They are no stranger. It’s similar to the look he gives you when you catch him staring at you while you are deep in work. He pretends to look away as if he wasn’t admiring you from afar and you pretend that you don’t notice his curious eyes. It’s the same look he has after you both end up in heated makeout sessions, behind the rusty club you both work at. And it’s definitely the same look he has while he settles on top of you, whispering sweet words of praise and promise.

Nothing should feel different but it just does, there’s something in the way he looks down at you that lets you know that everything you’ve been searching for has always been right here. Right where you’ve been all along.

The taller leans in and you freeze struggling to keep your eyes on his. Yoongi’s thumb brushes against your cheek with a soft touch. You were fragile between his hands and he’s willing to do anything to keep his precious flower safe. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes. Please.” You whisper back in a hurry, scared that this would be nothing but a dream. It wasn’t time for you to wake up yet.

His eyes zero-in on your lips and then he’s kissing you. It’s not much different from other times. After all, you guys have shared plenty of kisses, probably more than you should have considering you guys were friends with benefits, at most. But this time, the kiss isn’t just a careless lust-filled doing, no this time the kiss is a promise. The promise to never again allow you to question his feelings and intentions towards you.

If Yoongi has to spend his whole life making this up to you, he simply would because that’s how much you meant to him. He can’t believe he even let this go on for this long. He should have been more clear and careful, but he doesn’t regret a damn thing. Not when he has all the time in the world to repair the time lost. And especially not when his reckless actions led him to this. To you.

Yoongi’s lips are soft and bend with yours with ease. He takes his time, never in a rush. Especially not when he has you in-hand.

The taller doesn’t escalate the kiss. He keeps it sweet and gentle, like he always has been. “I’m so sorry baby.”

Kiss.

“For?”

Kiss.

Yoongi has the whole world in his hands right now as he looks down into the sparkles in your eyes and he’s never been so sure about anything in his life. “For being a fucking idiot.”

Kiss.

“It’s okay.” A kiss is shared again. “I was an idiot too. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want that with me.”

“Want what?” The taller questions, fingers trailing your face, admiring the imperfections and all.

“A relationship, I mean. You seemed content with how our relationship already was. I was afraid of losing that. Of losing you.” You admit, eyes fluttering at his touch.

“Of course, I want that. I want that and more. I-I’m not the best with relationships. I’m only saying this because I want to be open and honest with you. There’s not a second you aren’t on my mind. While at work, you are all I can see. In a crowd of a hundred, my eyes always find yours. I don’t know how to explain what you do to me. But I don’t mind. I think if I ever lost that, I would lose my mind. So I’m sorry if I ever made you feel the opposite. There’s so much more I want to say, but I just don’t know how. I want that. I want that so bad. A relationship and whatever more you give me. I might not be the best boyfriend but I’ll do whatever it takes. I- I love you.” Yoongi’s words are heartfelt and he’s so relieved. One because he’s been keeping this in for so long, any longer and he would have exploded, but second because he’s been dying to say those three words. He really does love you and Yoongi doesn’t love many people in life, but if he had to choose, it’s always gonna be you.

The tears that were creeping on your eye-lids fall prettily down your face, but Yoongi comes to your rescue. He’s quick to wipe them off your pretty face, tempted to kiss them away, but he keeps that in for now. “Y-Yoongi… I love you too. So much. I think I always have. You are so easy to love. The way you look at me, care for me, and always show up for me. That says more about you than anything else. I tried dating to get over what I felt for you, as you can probably tell, but nothing worked. It was so easy, Yoongi. So easy to fall in love with you. You’re perfect and I don’t doubt that you’ll be the best even after all this. I love you.”

“I love you too, I love you. Fuck, I love you.” Yoongi kisses you again and this time he isn’t as gentle. His lips are still soft as ever as they curl around yours. His tongue comes out and you immediately allow access, letting him explore your mouth. The taste is much better now that there isn’t anything you both are holding back. Everything down on the line and you couldn’t be happier. The hole in your heart was never empty, it was just waiting for this exact moment to remind you that you’ve always had it all.

“Yoongi.” In between breaths you call his name and Yoongi feels his knees lock. “Take me to bed.”

Yoongi just nods in a trance with the way your tone drips of arousal. A long strand of hair falls on his face when he picks you up with ease off your feet. He takes you to the place he’s had the honor to visit a hundred times before, but it’s different this time, much different.

In the process of it all, something falls and it causes you both to laugh until you run out of breath.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You laugh into his ear. “You owe me a new lamp. My mother bought me that, you know. House-warming gift.”

“Fuck, sorry.” Yoongi mumbles near a whisper as he grips you harder like he’s afraid he might drop you next and the idea makes you giggle because you know he would never purposely hurt you. “I’ll apologize to your mother directly. Buy you and her a new lamp, whatever it takes.”

“What makes you think you are meeting my mother?” You tease with a smile on your face, watching the blush rise on his cheeks.

“Well, I figured we could, you know, if you would like–” Yoongi doesn’t often get shy about many things but he can’t keep calm around you and that kills him softly.

“I’m just teasing you.” You say and he bites his lip. “Of course you’ll meet my mother and my father and my nosy ass family. I hope you like annoying, persistent grandma’s that stuff you full. My grandma’s the worst of her kind, but she’ll love you.”

“I would love to.” Yoongi simply replies, still whispering as if you guys had to keep quiet or else you’d be in deep trouble.

“Why are we still whispering?” You whisper back, roaming fingers through his long, gorgeous hair. He needs to remind you to thank his mother personally for insisting he keep his hair long because it made him look pretty and you could never disagree. Yoongi’s so pretty.

“I-I don’t know.”

You both smile at each other before sharing another kiss. It’s so sweet and if you weren’t already off your feet, you would be floating by now. He’s gentle when letting you drop into the sheets below, he finds space between your legs and you wrap them around his hips. Lips still in contact, never losing the plushy feel.

Everything starts to feel hot. Your hips start to slowly grind against his begging for any sort of friction. But the kissing doesn’t stop.

Not when you start whining against his lips.

Not even when Yoongi starts trailing his fingers down your waist and around your curves. He teases his fingertips against your waistline, soft to the touch.

It’s not until you mewl loudly into his mouth, skillful tongue playing with yours, as you feel him start unbuckling your pants, button-by-button.

Yoongi’s eyes are heavy-lidded, his gaze burning fire. “Gonna take care of you now, is that okay?”

You furiously nod, coming up to kiss him once more, both your lips are raw and sensitive, but it gives you more of a reason to fix it with even more kisses.

He drops one quick kiss onto your mouth before he trails down your jaw. Yoongi breathes in the sweet scent on your skin, wishing he could feel you even closer. “Smell so damn good.”

His voice is raspy against your ear and it makes you blush, while you feel his hand finally touch you where you had been aching with need. “Wanna hear you.”

Breathing lightly, you whisper. “Make me.”

And of course, Yoongi makes you regret how fast you said the words because he delves his fingers forward with little resistance. Two fingers stretch you at the same time, gasping at the sudden sensation.

By now, you were molded to fit Yoongi’s fingers. On days where you were really in need, you would take four, all at once. Yoongi was best at reading every expression, every crease and scrunch to your face, especially emotions. He knew exactly how to curve his fingers, the way to build you up, and bring you back down. Yoongi knew it all and he was so lucky too.

He never anticipated it would have gone this far. It was just sex to begin with. But who were you both kidding, it was always much, much more.

Yoongi curves his fingers in the way he’s used to and watches your mouth drop, sweet noises soon leaving your lips. “Feels good?”

There’s no need to ask because he can tell. Your expression tells him everything he needs to know. That and the fact that you are dripping around his fingers but it’s sexier hearing it from you.

“Yeah… f-feels so good.” With his other hand he tugs your clothes off, leaving you bare on the bottom. Remembering the first few times is a bit embarrassing, but Yoongi always made sure to take his time and make you feel comfortable. It was special and memorable in its own way, and Yoongi felt it too.

This is unlike any first time, but it was technically the first time you could officially make love to each other until you fall lovesick and that had to be impossible around someone like Yoongi.

“Hold your legs open for me, flower.” You try to ignore the warm feeling that buzzes in your chest, but you are sure your face says it all. Without another word, you spread your legs open, tucking both hands behind your thighs.

“Flower?” You breathe out with a bit of a struggle as his two fingers continue to pump deep inside you, brushing repeatedly against your g-spot.

“Do you not like it?” Yoongi smiles slightly, biting his bottom lip while he watches you start to tremble, making the prettiest sounds.

“I do. Why the new name?” Voice a bit unsteady but it does the job. Yoongi thinks of all the times he thought you were as pretty as a flower, which really was all the time. Especially, in the way he has you right now. Pretty, pretty as a flower.

“I’ve always wanted to call you that. You’re pretty, sweet, delicate. Just like a flower.” He justifies his reasoning and you melt into puddles.

“Yoongi.” Voice sweet as honey.

“Yes baby.” He replies with ease.

“Make love to me, Yoongi.”

There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love. How foolish of him to think so. When he met you, it was a complete three-sixty. Suddenly, Yoongi started to look forward to his shit job. He looked forward to that time between breaks where he could admire you from the back like a pinning loser. Yoongi even started to like the walks he had to take to get to work because he knew that the path would eventually lead to you. He started looking forward to tomorrow's and to the bright future that led ahead. His mom would often complain that he was wasting his life away waiting for it to start, but Yoongi thinks life truly started the day he met you.

It was a bit awkward because you couldn’t even look him in the eyes, intimated by the staff and new environment. You had previously worked in different bars so you assumed it would be no different and it wasn’t, but the intimidation of a new job was there nonetheless. Yoongi was there every step of the way. He had a crush on the new employee and you needed help on fitting in. Either way, your friendship was very platonic until it wasn’t.

Yoongi knows he should have said something along the lines “hey, maybe we shouldn't be doing this anymore. I’m in love with you and I have been since you started working here” but the stupid words never made it out. He felt it would be too much to hear and it would only make him look like a complete loser.

And you felt the same. It was silly really, because everyone around you knew it and there was no reason to fear someone as easy going and non-judgemental as Yoongi, nonetheless it brought you both here. After many failed dating attempts, you were finally happy and in the arms of someone who you truly love and want to be loved by.

There was a time in his life where Yoongi believed he could live without love, now Yoongi believes your precious, sweet love brought him back to life and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Clothes now discarded on the floor, heavy breathing filling the room, and Yoongi could get wasted on the smell of your intoxicating perfume. “Breathe flower.”

Yoongi felt you shiver at the sound of his words, throwing your head back as he thrusts you full of cock. He pushes inside you with gentle movements, struggling to keep himself up while feeling the tug of your warm velvet-like walls.

You gasp feeling him hit your cervix in a calm, slow pace. It was breathtaking regardless of the gentle rhythm. “You’re so deep...”

“I know flower, breathe baby, breathe.” He is struggling to keep from coming inside you, overwhelmed by his own emotions as your eyes roll back, feeling the pressure rise in your belly. Without a condom, everything feels so different from other times, feeling every ridge and crease fold inside your drenching heat. You take him so nicely, like you always have. Like you’ve always belonged to him.

You don’t even notice you stopped breathing until you start feeling lightheaded and desperate for fresh air. Breathing just as much as necessary so you don’t faint, you shake your head against his hold, his eyes watch yours, observing with curiosity.

“No?”

“Mm, n-no.” You shake your head again, whimpering when you feel him kiss your cervix with his swollen tip, over and over and over. “Can– can you…”

“Can I what, pretty flower?” Yoongi rolls his hips a bit faster, feeling his orgasm build too quickly. He wishes he could have days with you like this always. Days to love and worship you from head to toe.

“Choke me.” You manage to say. “Don— don’t wanna breathe.”

Yoongi growls deep, increasing his speed even more, desperate to fill the deepest part of your glistening folds. He feels you tense underneath, the sounds coming from your mouth are loud enough for your neighbors to hear, but Yoongi stopped giving a fuck about everything around him.

He places a hand on your throat and squeezes gently, not blocking off your airways completely, but leaving you just enough air to work with. It drives you insane. The more you breathe, his rough thrusts take the air out from your lungs and the process repeats. It feels so good.

“M-more. Harder.” You barely hear your own words, but Yoongi seems to understand because his dick is moving rapidly inside you, nearly splitting you in two. You wrap both hands around his wrist, loving the heavy weight against your chest. It’ll end too soon and it disappoints you in a way, but you have all the time in the world to make this up. “G-Gonna come.”

Yoongi nods, concentrating on the way your face scrunches with pleasure. With love. The way your eyes tell him a story. God, Yoongi’s madly in love. “Come, my precious flower.”

With those final words, you come on his bare slick cock, blossoming in the blissful afterglow. Yoongi doesn’t stop thrusting inside you, but he takes his hand off your throat, kissing your face gently when he sees tears start leaking down your cheeks.

“It’s okay, you’re okay baby. Breathe for me. Slowly.” Yoongi’s words bring you back down and you throw your arms around him, crying against his shoulder. You don’t even know what invoked this strong emotion to sob your eyes out, but Yoongi allows it, caressing the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t judge, he only holds you until you settle down. “It’s okay baby, let it out. Breathe, pretty flower.”

“C-Come inside muh-me, please.” Even after all that, you still beg for him and Yoongi wants to laugh but for your sake and the fact that it’s endearing to him, he delivers accordingly without further questions.

Right as he’s going to paint your walls white, he pushes himself up with one hand, still holding you with the other. “You sure?”

You’re confused about the sudden question, the tears still decorate your face but then you understand. “Birth control. Just come in me Yoongi, fuck me, fu-fuck.”

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to regain his brutal pace, fucking you with purpose. Not that he doesn’t want kids in the near future, but he sure as hell doesn’t want any right now. He’s glad you are on the same page but maybe one day the conversation would spark and he wouldn’t want the mother of his kids to be anyone else but you. You were perfect for him.

“Gonna come.” That’s the only warning you get, then he’s emptying himself inside your tight walls. He doesn’t stop rolling his hips, his slit leaking puddles, until he’s pumped himself dry. With one last thrust, he groans and carefully pulls out.

He brings you with him, head falling against his chest as he continues to play with your hair, leaving kisses into your bare shoulders. “You okay baby?”

“Perfect. Feel so good.” You mumble into his skin, feeling around his waist. “I’m leaking your come into the sheets though.”

“I’ll take care of it, pretty flower.” You nod sleepily into his chest with a quiet ‘thank you’, feeling completely sated and satisfied, aching with exhaustion. “Sleep baby, I got you.”

With that, you fall deep into the shackles of sleep. Yoongi rubs your back until you completely fall asleep in his arms. He struggles to unwrap himself from your hold, but when he finally succeeds, he tucks you in and kisses your cheek a few times before getting up to clean up after the mess you both created.

He’s light on his feet, bringing a warm towel to your slick folds and wipes as best he can, being gentle so you could continue to enjoy your sleep. Even like this, you look so beautiful and Yoongi is an extremely lucky man.

Yoongi makes sure to also pick up the lamp he dropped from earlier as well. He blows out a breath of relief when he notices that the damage is nothing big and nothing that can’t be fixed. He’ll make sure to fix that as soon as he can.

While he’s out there, Yoongi places the tulips into a vase and fills it with water, placing it near a window where it could grow and blossom beautifully near the sunlight. He even cuts the tips into slants because he had heard somewhere online they last longer that way, making sure to get rid of any dead leaves and petals. Yoongi couldn’t be happier.

After he’s done with the light cleaning, he washes his hands and feels the exhaustion hit him tenfold. He’s careful when placing himself back in bed, lifting your arm and placing himself underneath you. The man smiles when he feels you curl yourself around him, sleeping soundlessly.

“I love you.” He whispers and even though you don’t say it back Yoongi feels it with the way you melt into his arms. Yoongi falls asleep easily that night.

…

“Baby.” Yoongi hears someone call him and he ignores it. Sleep calls his name louder and he doesn’t feel like waking up right now so he groans and cuddles deeper into the bedsheets below him, unaware of the life around him.

“Baby wake up.” You keep calling sweetly and it’s tempting but he persists.

“No. Don’t wanna.” Yoongi grumbles like an old man and you can’t help but to laugh. “Just ten more minutes.”

When you woke up the next morning, you were so thankful Yoongi had kept his promise. Your apartment was flawless and you were as clean as you could be. The tulips looked prettier today as the sun shined on the delicate petals. You even had time to warm the seaweed soup he brought from home and you couldn’t wait to get a taste. The smell alone is delicious and it warmed your home up nicely, you truly couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was no longer a dream but your reality. You could definitely get used to this.

You drop kisses onto his warm cheeks until his eyes flutter open, almost similar to a cat. “There you are.”

Yoongi pulls you into his arms again with quiet noncoherent grumbles and closes his eyes once more. “Give me ten minutes.”

“It’s already been ten.” You whisper lightly laughing.

“Oh. Ten more then.” You get comfortable on his chest and cuddle for a bit longer because you can’t say no to his cute sleepy self.

Yoongi starts to sniff the air with curiosity. “Is that the seaweed soup I brought you?”

“Mhm.” You hum. “Better get up soon before it burns.”

That manages to be convincing enough and Yoongi forces himself up, with you in his embrace.

“Wanna wake up like that forever.” He says, voice filled with sleep.

“You can.”

Yoongi snaps his heavy eyes towards you. “Are you–”

“Move in with me, Yoongi.” Yes, you skipped every step to this, but nothing was ever to code between you and Yoongi. One thing you were so sure of and that was spending the rest of your life with him. “Please.”

“I- yes, of course.” Yoongi wraps his arms around you for a tight hug, kissing your temple. “I love you. I love you and I’ll prove it to you every single day.”

“I know, I love you too. I love you.” Those three words come out from your mouths so easily and it’s nice that you no longer have to ever hold back. The man of your dreams is in the palms of your humble home and he’s in love with you. This was better than any dream.

“Let’s eat?” He says after some time of hugging and kisses being interchanged.

You nod, letting him take you there. Your kitchen is filled with the cruel aroma of food and your tummy rumbles as you sit comfortably while you wait for him to serve you a bowl of the warm tasty soup.

“I should be doing that. I’m a terrible host.” Yoongi shakes his head while smiling, the fluff of hair moving with him, then your phone dings. “Hold on, give me a second.”

Your heart drops when you see it is a Tinder notification from a man you promised to get back to. You look over to find Yoongi serving your bowl, making his way to the table. He leans in puckering slightly and you immediately lean into the sweet sudden kiss while he places your meal in front of you. This Yoongi is new because it wasn’t often you could act domestically towards one another, however this was perfect and just what you needed.

“Everything okay baby?” Yoongi asks while caressing your soft cheek and you immediately nod in his palm.

“Yes, everything’s perfect.” You reply in awe. “Thank you Yoongi, for everything.”

For letting me love you and for loving me back.

The older man just smiles and joins you for the meal.

It turns out you didn’t need Tinder after all.

You quickly delete the app off your phone and start to eat with the love of your life, conversation flows while you enjoy each other’s presence and fall deeper in love.

Alike Yoongi, you couldn’t imagine it happening any other way. You were bound to fall in love, one way or another, but that man was meant to be yours as you were meant to be his.

#yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #bts fluff #bts x y/n #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you #bts smut

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moumouton4 · 3 months

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Body Swap || Sasuke Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : This is an idea of mine that slept a loooong while in my drafts 😂

Masterlist ⚜

Warning : None just fluff 😌🌺

Summary : As you return from your mission in a new body, you hope only one thing: not to disappoint your boyfriend Sasuke Uchiha, if he were unfortunate enough to learn of it.

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 2068

You should have known something like that could happen. You knew exactly who you would be fighting against during your mission. Yet you still got hit. At least it wasn't something too bad, you had seen worse. Even though you couldn't help that chill of embarrassment from crawling up your spin at the thought of him knowing about it. You couldn't help but imagine his beautiful onyx eyes looking at you in utter disappointment and maybe with a hint of disgust.

Continuing running back to the village you shook your head, trying to dismiss the negative thoughts from your brain. The mission had been long and draining and having those thoughts wasn't going to help you come to terms with the fact that you couldn't retire to your boyfriend’s place right after coming back, such as you forecasted. You would have to wait for the effects of your late opponent’s jutsu to fade.

Brushing your now blond hair away from your face, you sighed in relief upon seeing that no one was guarding the village gate at this time of the night. With wolf-like steps, you crept along without making a sound, praying a little more with each step that you wouldn't run into anyone. You knew full well that if anyone saw you in that state, you'd never hear the end of it.

So you hurried through the familiar streets until you arrived at your safe place, your home. As you passed your mirror, you almost screamed when you saw the unusual silhouette you now sported. It wasn't that you hadn't seen this physique before, it just didn't belong in the place of your own body, or in your clothes. But even though you were embarrassed you couldn't deny the appeal your bed had right now, and so in utter exhaustion you decided to go to sleep. And who knows maybe tomorrow things will be back to normal, without knowing about what had happened during your mission.

But that wasn't counting the perspicacity of the man you called your partner. In fact, on the evening of your return, which was in the middle of the night, Sasuke suffering from insomnia, had decided to take a walk around Konohagakure. That's when he thought he recognized your chakra trailing at full speed, probably 50 meters away from him. Of course he would recognize your distinctive chakra signature. Although his instinct was to follow you home to make sure you were all right, he decided against his protective instincts to return to his home if that's where you were heading. However, to his surprise, you didn't, so he concluded that you were tired and that he'd come to say hello the next day, if you didn’t go to his place first.

And the next afternoon, after not hearing from you the whole morning, the Uchiha decided to check on you himself, in the hope of easing the weight he had had on his chest since you'd left on your mission. He just wanted to make sure you were okay. So after taking a shower, put on some cologne, and tried to flatten the spikes of his hair. He headed out to your place.

Once in front of the door he breathed in, reminding himself to keep his composure and not to act as if he was very worried sick over you, which he was. And then he steadily raised his hand, and knocked firmly against your wooden door, the sound echoing through your apartment. He took a step back, his eyes still fixed on the door and he waited.

But no one came, and so he knocked again. He knew you were there, he could feel it through the chakra radiating from behind the door. Actually you were right behind it.

“Y-yeah ?” you dared to speak, fortunately your voice stayed the same in spite of everything.

“Y/n ? Can you open the door for me ?” he said, his tone calm and assured.

Freezing in your movement you tried to think as fast as you could about a way out to extricate you from this situation. But you knew he wouldn’t let it go until you let him in. He surely was worried you thought smiling to yourself. But your smile quickly faded away when you registered his words “open the door”. And there was no way you could let him in while being in this state. Though without letting you any more time to think you heard the door unlock.

“Can I come in ?” he asked. And knowing you wouldn't win against his worry you surrendered.

“Fine, you can come in” you muttered, already dreading his reaction.

Sasuke didn’t waste any more time and he pulled the door open. Though his countenance faltered and his once stoic expression turned into one of pure bewilderment, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What are you doing here Naruto ?” there was a sharp edge in his tone, one that wasn't usually designated to you, one that displayed a hint of defiance. You were so ashamed.

Taking a step inside he continued “I asked you what you were doing at her place ? Where is she ? And why… are you radiating her energy ?” he asked suspiciously, a hint of jealousy lacing his words.

You knew you had to defuse the situation quickly before it got worse and you caused him too much worry "S-Sasuke, i-it's me... it's Y/n" you raised your hands in surrender, taking a cautious step backwards just in case things escalated.

He looked you up and down, unsure whether this was a trap or a mere joke. And yet, even though his eyes reflected Naruto's image, deep down inside he sensed that the emanation of your chakra was coming from this figure standing before him. But for the moment he remained on his guard.

"What happened ?" he asked coldly, still standing his ground.

Tu shook his head with embarrassment "I wasn't paying attention during my mission and this rogue ninja got the best of me with his jutsu.... I didn't know... I-I don't know how long this will last..."

Sensing no signs of danger he began to relax "And why didn't you come straight to me and tell me about it ?" however his questions were very sanctimonious.

You swallowed the lump in your throat "Because I was far too ashamed for you to see me like that" you had tears in your eyes as you spoke, and even for sasuke it felt strange to see naruto about to cry.

He shook his head "You're really a stubborn one, aren't you ? Come on let's get you inside, we'll see what we can do" he proposed.

Once inside, you couldn't help but take a step towards him. It had been so long since you'd seen him, and you had missed him terribly, you just needed to feel his warmth as he wrapped his arms around you. But to your surprise, he raised one of his hands and took a big step backwards. His gaze once again inspired defiance. That's all it took for the tears to flow freely down your cheeks.

Without missing a beat, Sasuke's heart broke into a thousand pieces. Of course he missed you and wanted to hold you, but... you looked like Naruto. It was hard enough for him to find his usual way of talking to you when you looked like his friend, but a hug... it seemed so far beyond his reach. Yet when you stood up to leave the room, he couldn't help but stand up too, and grabbed your forearm. He couldn't help thinking that it was odd that your gaze was on the same line as his and that he didn't have to look down to tell you,

"Hey wait, stay here. We have been through much worse than this" he tried to comfort you, but clearly that wasn't his forte.

Yet you listened to him and returned to sit on the couch with him. This time he took your hand in his, to give you support through the contact, but he suspected it wouldn't be enough. And that if this state lasted any longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from wanting to kiss his girlfriend at some point, even if for the moment it looked as if he had remained unmoved.

But to his relief, as soon as he took your hand in his, a smile spread across your face. Well on Naruto's face... it really was a funny sight to behold for Sasuke. Even the feel of your hand in his, which now seemed bigger than before. He was nevertheless trying to rub his thumb on the back of your hand in the hope of giving you more comfort.

You appreciated the effort, but it didn't seem to satisfy your desire for closeness. And so, gently, you detached your hand from his. His grip on your hand tightened subtly, as if to prevent you from moving away, but with a look you let him know that you were fine and would only be away for a short while. So he let you leave the room, his gaze following your retreating figure with a slight worry.

You'd been thinking for a while about an idea that would allow you to hold Sasuke in your arms with all your love and the lack you had felt during this long mission.

That's how you found yourself in front of your wardrobe. You reached out and grab your perfume, the one you use most often, the one he'd recognize between a thousand and one. You apply it lightly to your neck and behind your ears, then to your torso and a final spritz to your newly spiky blond hair.

A little more confident now, you returned to the living room and sat down next to Sasuke, whose eyes were already on you the moment you stepped through the door. Making yourself comfortable beside him, you cleared your throat.

"Will you close your eyes and take me in your arms now please, Sasuke ?" you asked in a small voice.

You could feel his reluctance as he replied "If that's what you really want"

He slightly spread his arms for you to nestle in, and that's exactly what you did. You sighed heavily as you finally felt his arms close around you. Sasuke tried to remain as stoic as possible, but he couldn't help feeling out of place there, with a much bigger and more muscular body in his arms than your smaller, gently curved one.

Yet his heart clenched with a pleasant warmth when he felt you nuzzle against his chest. Instinctively he brought his hand to your cheek and took it in the apple of his hand. He halted his movement for a fraction of a second when he felt the recognizable whiskers on Naruto's face, but he recovered very quickly and continued his gesture of affection.

"Thank you" you murmured against him as fatigue took hold of you.

"No need to thank me" he replied without pause, his arms tightening around you. Truth be told, he felt even more stupid than you for refusing that hug earlier.

His head resting on top of yours, he breathed in gently, letting your sweet perfume waft through his nostrils. It's moments like this that he can't help whispering "Clever girl" against your hair. His hand slid down your back and he soothed you as he thought it would help.

"I'm not going to force you to go out, but later I will go and see Tsunade and ask her to help you sort this out. We are in this together"

You nodded against his muscular chest "I don't mind accompanying you. But can we stay like this a little longer before leaving ?"

"Of course, for as long as you like" he whispered back, as if not to break the serene atmosphere in which you were now bathing. Closing your eyes once more, it took you no more than 20 seconds to feel his lips place a tender kiss on your forehead, bringing a wide and delighted smile to your lips.

"Next time I deny you a hug, I allow you to hit me until I get my head straight again"

You chuckled at his clumsy way of trying to apologize "Don't worry I'll have other ways of making you bend"

"That I don't doubt, my clever girl"

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #sasuke uchiha #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke uchiha imagine #sasuke uchiha fluff #sasuke uchiha x reader fluff #sasuke x reader #sasuke fluff #fluff #miri-writes

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glitch-karma · 3 months

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Hii! Can you do Vanitas x sleepy reader? They’re kinda just sleep deprived all the time, hehe. Sorry if I’m bothering you, I hope you can do this request! <3

✧Me who started this at 2:35 am:

✧One shot

✧Cw: Gn!Reader, Fluff-ish, Reader is a vampire and Vanitas's assistant, reader struggles with insomnia, maybe ooc Vanitas, complicated relationship (still romantic-ish)

✧ probably not proof read

✧theres always crumbs for vnc so here y'all go

It was a slight chilly night as Vanitas sat on the roof of the Hotel Chouchou. The breeze of the night came through slowly, the wind flowing through his hair lightly. It was funny, how the city of Paris still looked almost alive at night. The soft glow of lights speckled the city.

Vanitas wore a dully melancholic expression as he stated at the city. It was eerily quiet as he numbly stared out.

The sound of soft foot steps approaching notified him someone was near, though he stayed perfectly still. "... It's late y'know?" He said, his face shifting to a light smirk as he looked behind him. There you stood, the eye bags under your eyes evident as you stared down at him, before turning to the city. "You're up too, non?"

He huffed as he looked away, placing his hand to his face. "This is why you're so exhausted all the time y'know?" He scolded you lightly. "It's fine." You nodded.

There was silence as you stood behind him quietly. Vanitas glanced behind him, noticing how you wore the same, dull expression he'd worn not so long ago. What could you be thinking about? Sometimes it was hard to remember that you were also a broken person such as himself. Honestly, he'd rather not think about it.

You let out a light yawn as you finally sat down beside him. Vanitas chuckled at your drowsiness as he looked back out to the city again. You sat there for a long while, just the two of you and the sounds of the dead Paris Streets.

Vanitas could feel you shiver beside him lightly as he sighed. "Why are you out here anyways? You're obviously exhausted." He said annoyed. "I'm always like this." You shook your head. He scoffed out a chuckle as he nodded. "Well duh, stating the obvious."

The eeiry silence once again enraptured the two of you. Vanitas mentally scolded himself as his thoughts couldn't be cleared of you. Your presence beside him somehow managed to break through the barriers he'd carefully constructed. It was exhausting, the way his mind couldn't ever stop thinking about you.

"I don't get it," he muttered, a hint of frustration tainting his words. "Why do you push yourself so hard, running on empty all the time?" His gaze shifted to you, attempting to decipher your expression.

You shrugged with an indifferent expression. "Dunno.." at this Vanitas stared at you more. Your gaze met his, and for a moment, something softened in his eyes. Uncomfortable with the vulnerability, he turned his attention back to the city lights.

"I guess I've been like this for awhile." You mumbled out. Vanitas glanced up at you again. "Sleep just doesn't really come that easily, even if it's all I crave. You know, you're not the only one with demons," you said softly, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "We all carry our burdens, Vanitas."

He scoffed, his wall being built within him once more. "I don't need your pity." "It's not pity," your tone was gentle. "It's understanding."

For a moment, Vanitas looked away, not wanting to listen. Then, with a sigh that carried the weight of unspoken emotions, he spoke. "Understanding won't change anything."

"Maybe. But I can hope it helps ease it.. Just being there. Even in the silence of the night." You finished.

Your words hung in the air as another silence engulfed the both of you. Vanitas found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

As Vanitas tried to regain his composure, he stole another glance at you. There was a softness in your worn out eyes that echoed the vulnerability he often tried to bury. It was a vulnerability he couldn't quite comprehend.

Vanitas sighed as he looked away again. "You talk too much." He huffed out. You merely shrugged, a small but genuine smile playing on your lips. "It's a talent, I suppose."

He let out a scoff, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps a hint of gratitude. After a few moments, another yawn escaped your lips. You glanced up at him slightly. "It's weird.. you're one of the most unbearable, scary people I've ever met." "Okay, ouch." He commented, letting you continue.

Your eyes closed for a second before opening again in defiance, "But I feel the most relaxed when I'm with you." You finished.

The contradiction between tonight's conversations and the usual banter between you two left him momentarily speechless. His attempt to mask his surprise with a scoff was futile as he grew embarrassed.

"You're delusional if you think I'm someone you should find relaxing," he retorted. Yet, the subtle tint of pink on his cheeks portrayed the effect of your words. "Probably." You mumbled out, slowly blinking.

Your yawns persisted, and a drowsy smile lingered on your lips as you observed Vanitas's futile attempts to deflect your words. "You're just spouting nonsense because you're half-asleep." He shifted away from you. "Sure, that's what I'm doing."

The silence made him glance up again, noticing you staring into the city lights, closing and reopening your eyes every few seconds. He couldn't help but stare at you for a bit, before jerking his head back to the city himself.

"You should.. Let yourself sleep." He mumbled out. You looked over with slightly surprised eyes, before your face slowly softened. "..thanks, Vanitas."

"yeah, yeah whatever.." he embarrassedly mumbled, looking away from you. You chuckled, continuing to stare at the beautiful pairs sky together.

#vanitas no carte x reader #vanitas x reader #the case study of vanitas #the case study of vanitas x reader #vnc x reader #vnc Vanitas x reader #glitchs✧works

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w33z3rs · 4 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ HH RESIDENTS SLEEP HEADCANONS

ft. Found Family

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⋆·˚ ༘ * Charlie -

she has insomnia, and uses medicine to fall asleep. Usually, Charlie can manage to drift off when Vaggie is holding or cuddling her.

If she cannot get to sleep, she’ll try to keep herself busy until morning. If she has no projects or planning to do, Charlie will resort to occupying her night with meaningless time-killers. Once, she dedicated a few late hours to learning how to juggle.

⋆·˚ ༘ * Vaggie -

Vaggie loves sleep, but thanks to her extensive angel training it’s really difficult for her to stay asleep. One small noise can place her on high alert; and once she’s been woken up by the disturbance she will become grumpy.

Charlie went ahead and bought her girlfriend a pair of noise canceling headphones so she could tune out the sounds, but she only covers one of her ears. She refuses to be completely vulnerable, and wants to be able to protect her friends if needed.

⋆·˚ ༘ * Angel -

Just like Vaggie, Angel loves sleeping. If given the opportunity, he’ll sleep in till the early hours of the afternoon. Fat Nuggets complicates his beauty rest by constantly shuffling around on the bed or trotting around the bedroom.

Charlie once offered Angel to let Nuggets sleep in their bedroom, much to Vaggie’s disapproval. Angel declined, refusing to let his beloved pig leave his side.

⋆·˚ ༘ * Alastor -

Alastor’s sleeping habits are the most mysterious among the residents. Nobody has ever seen him sleep, he refuses to be seen while resting and he is actually pretty insecure about it.

Funnily enough, there’s no mattress or bedding on top of Alastor’s bed frame. If or when he sleeps, it’s never in bed and always in an isolated area. He is too haughty to lay down while he rests, so he prefers to sleep standing up.

⋆·˚ ༘ * Husk -

Since Husk is a cat, he takes several naps a day. He enjoys getting day-drunk and that typically ends with him passed out at the bar. He’s a heavy sleeper, so you need to be firm when you try to wake him up; much to his annoyance.

He must have a sixth sense for Angel. When the spider returns from work, Husk is suddenly awake and alert. The sound of the front door creaking open doesn’t come close to waking him otherwise, but when Angel is one the other side it does the trick.

⋆·˚ ༘ * Niffty -

Niffty doesn’t sleep a wink and by the time it’s morning, it’s painfully obvious that she is exhausted. She stays up late into the night cleaning the same spots over and over again and fighting critters.

Charlie, Angel, and even Alastor have encouraged her to get some rest, but she dismisses the advice in the same way that a child would. The only way you can get her to sleep is by letting her cling to Husk’s fur. She’ll fall asleep on him, and the poor cat will be stuck in the most uncomfortable positions until she wakes up.

⋆·˚ ༘ * Sir Pentious -

Pentious’ sleep schedule is the most all over the place. Ever since he started staying at the hotel, he’s been trying to fix his schedule and go to bed at a more consistent time. He finds himself enjoying an early bedtime, around 7:30 PM.

However, there is the occasional setback. When he is grinding out a new invention or being dragged into the Egg Boi’s little games, he can be up all night. Yes, in the midst of his restless nights he has watched Charlie and Vaggie sleep on a few occasions.

#hazbin hotel #headcanons #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #huskerdust #angel dust #alastor #hazbin hotel husk #niffty #sir pentious

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lychgate · 5 months

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Echo brain comic?? My beloved?

this one's pretty new and id like to in the least get some segments drawn up if i can

i went balls deep in depth about my personal ideas of Echo's structure and how it works, it has much more writing rn then art lemme get some snippets:

tech and echo begin digging around in his wiring as echo's health has lately began to decline rapidly. Blood transfusions are becoming daily, exhaustion occurs much quicker, and newest to the issues are these seemingly random seizures. They've attempted many outside options at remedying the problem but it was becoming urgently clear that the only way to get answers would be to open up his system and understand exactly how his body operates from the inside out. Echo is mostly on edge because he fears finding the answer that is he's just doomed to die soon, and that his body was in no way sustainable outside of that fridge. He fears the idea of dying so much that he has manic considerations of being put back in some sort of stasis chamber. Death, which he never feared prior to the citadel, but now he's come to be you know uhhh quite traumatized from it. But he also hates the idea of that fridge!! caught between two terrible options, wowie here ill add some more breakdown of that in a read more if anyone is interested in paragraphs of bullshit:

as for a brief descriptor on the shit on his head and body, from this paragraph:

Tech: these rivets across your skull are not simple ports one can just plug into. They're a very unique structure, containing an extremely delicate, but long system of thin metallic fibers wiring throughout your brain. These 'rivets' then act as anchors to those metal fibers, which then respond to very specific electric signals that we can access at the nodes on the surface here. If the signals sent are not exact. Well. Echo: yeah I get it I get it.

and some write up on how Tech begins to diagnose the problem:

Eventually Tech will find his way into deeper functions of the brain, finding shortcuts that were already developed by the Techno Union scientists for the sake of their own equipment likely. Categorized sections for monitoring all sorts of chemicals and levels within Echo's body, most of which were left on an automatic function to regulate.

Tech begins to understand that the key issue is that this program, and these automatic functions, were fitted for exactly the stasis chamber Echo had been put in, and if they want to begin fixing Echos phsyical body, he would have to start going in and coding line for line, functions that pertain to the body on a sustainability outside that fridge. Some functions were completely turned off, being that Echo was getting fed certain synthesized chemicals thru the machine, his brain had to be telling itself NOT to produce said things naturally.

But it's all very finicky work that requires continuous maintenance and updates, not much unlike a patch update to any other computer program, except this is Echo's life. It's an impossible amount of code to do in any short time frame, and so Tech will begin splicing lines of code from similar organic droids with systems of similar complexity.

They handle these sessions once per week, giving time for Echo's body to catch up and adjust. At first he begins feeling some nausea, his heart rate starts rising, but he insists something feels good about it and urges Tech to keep going. Echo begins to feel warmth back in his body, his mood increases, after about a month hair begins to grow again, muscle mass fills in what once was skeletal limbs, nail beds regain a lively shine. Besides a few errors in updates like over producing a chemical or small bouts of insomnia, everything seems On Course.

and then:

So now we get into the meat of the drama, which is a lot of Echo mania and identity issues:

By this point Tech has outfitted much easier screw on parts so they can go in and out of this program faster (the set up previously was hours of work) so pulling that up he theorizes that he will have to do more then just reverse programs that the Techno Union set up. Tech now believes he'll have to create NEW systems, as the old program appears to be getting corrupted from all of Tech's editing. The seizures are, at this point to their best guess, coming from this. That parts of his brain are literally crashing, and soon he's going to start having more serious issues like bro is gonna just have a massive stroke at some point. Tech points that out all regular voice and Echo is just 'great im back in the mental swamp' Now that Echo's learned that he has corrupted files eating away at his brain, and that the chance of having a massive stroke is like inevitable, he's back to feeling like anxious shit. It doesn't help that this will take Tech a lot of time to figure out. Truthfully he's putting as much effort as he can into it, but this is when Echo begins to get Really mentally unwell. He's both worrying and also trying NOT to worry out of fear that it's going to complicate the program even more. Echo begins to have identity issues, coming to rely more on the mechanics then the organics that make him. He doesn't feel like a human with robot parts anymore, he feels like a robot with human parts.

and it keeps going like there's parts where echo is begging Tech to up programs on dopamine generation and Tech has to turn him down cause that would just be creating an addiction problem, situations where Echo starts trying to mess with his own brain, situations where he tries to kill Tech, its a lot of rambling but im not a writer, like i can't write for shit and I'd like to try and draw it instead

#my art #tbb #tbb echo

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 11 months

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IM ON HERE TO CELEBRATE YOUR 1000 FOLLOWERS 🎉🎉🎉 WOOOOT!

Can I pretty please request Jax Teller for prompt #14!?

Thank you!!!!!

Masterlist

Insomnia

Contains: Very mild angst, fluff.

1.2K words

“My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts are heavier.” - Unknown

You couldn't begin to express how grateful the late nights were less late now that the club was out of guns and drugs. The only downside was that Jax and the rest of the Sons were now just mechanics, they had cars to fix and taxes to file, not meeting deadlines meant parts didn't get bought and paychecks weren't written.

Anxiety still lingered when Jax was away at night, a hold off from the worry that the next phone call would deliver the worst news one could get. Tonight was one of those nights, even though you knew Jax was safe, your brain wouldn't quiet.

The sound of a door opening drew you from your thoughts, "What are you still doing up? It's almost one."

You shrugged, "The usual. I can't sleep when your side of the bed is cold. Your dinner is in the microwave."

Jax gave you a soft smile, "Lucky me because I'm starving. Sit with me while I eat?"

You nodded, "That's my plan." Jax hurried to the kitchen and warmed his dinner before sitting next to you at the dining table, "Did you get all your work done?"

"You bet, and I've got the whole weekend off so we can sleep in." You could smell the faint hint of oil on his clothes.

"That's great news, you know how much I love our lazy mornings." If you were lucky, Abel would be there too, between you and Jax.

"You and me both darlin. How was work?" He must have been hungry, half the food was already gone.

"The usual." You yawned and Jax reached across the table to hold your hand, "I'm sorry, I guess I was just waiting for you to get home."

Jax shook his head, "I'm almost done here. I'll hop into the shower then I'll be all yours."

You sighed, "That sounds perfect."

"How did Abel go at daycare today?" Jax loved all the pictures Abel drew for him, his locker, his office and his workstation were full of them.

You smiled, "He had lots of fun today, they got a new water table and he went wild. I had to throw his tiny little shoes in the wash, that's how much fun he had."

Jax chuckled, "I'll pick him up on Monday, I can't have you having all the fun darlin."

"Sure, he loves it when you go and get him." You went to take Jax's empty plate from him, but he yanked it away.

"I'll do that darlin." He rushed it to the sink before drying it and putting it away. Once that was done and he had wiped over the kitchen one last time, he walked back over to you and stretched out his hand, "Shall we?"

You nodded and took his hand, "We shall."

The trip to the bedroom was quick, and then Jax was stripping off and hopping into the shower, "You wanna get ready for bed darlin?"

You sighed, "I guess I better try and keep a routine, brushing my teeth and washing my face again won't hurt."

Steam filled the room as Jax washed the day away and smirked when he caught you staring at him through the shower glass, "See something you like darlin?"

You nodded, "You know I do Teller."

The shower flicked off and he stepped out, wrapping the towel around his waist before stopping by the kiss you on the cheek on his way to the bedroom to get dressed.

With his comfortable grey sweatpants on, he headed to the bed and flicked the heated blanket on your side before fluffing your pillow and peeling back the covers, "Hop in darlin."

You took your robe off and placed it on the chair, leaving you in just one of Jax's T-Shirts and a pair of panties, then climbed into bed with a sigh, "It's so much better with you here. Maybe we should get a cat so when you're not here, I'm not alone in bed."

Jax smiled, "I like that idea, we've got the room and it will be good for Abel to have a pet."

You reached over to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of the lavender lotion but before you could do anything, Jax took it from you, "Let me?"

You nodded, "I'd like that."

He started with your arms, rubbing the smooth cream in with broad, firm strokes, "What do we need for a cat? Food, water fountains, a few litter trays and toys. Hell, with Happy's help, we can have one by Monday."

He pinched your shirt and you pulled it over your head so he could do your shoulders next, "We need a bit more time than that. The kitty should have a catio, that will keep you busy over a few weekends and once that's build and the cat can enjoy the outdoors without killing anything we can get the kitty."

The corner of Jax's mouth ticked up as he moved to your chest and a thought came over him, "We can tell Abel can't we? He'll want to help."

Your eye grew heavy as you spun and his hands moved over your back, "Sure we can tell Abel. He'll want to name the kitten and he should come when we pick. Not that it means anything, the cat will pick us."

You returned to facing him and Jax moved to your legs, rubbing the ache out of your claves, "You've already said you'll let the cat on the bed so I only have one rule, he or she has to stay away from my kutte."

You chuckled, "You and I both know that's not going to happen, cats do what cats want."

Jax sighed and placed the bottle back in its spot before picking your book up, "I guess so. How are you feeling now darlin?"

You smiled, "Great, I'm ready to call it a night." You slid all the way into bed and placed your head on the pillow, "Will you read to me, I love the sound of your voice."

Jax looked over you fondly, "Of course, darlin, that was my plan when I picked up your book." You had been reading it to him for days, a sweet tale of a little robot in search of life on Mars who made friends with an alien.

"Rusty lifted his little arm and ticked as he handed the apple slice to his friend, 'Apples are one of human's favourite fruits, you should try some.' The alien took the slice from him with a squeak and ate it in one bite, then gave another squeak of approval at the sweet taste."

You snuggled closer to Jax and he wrapped his arm around your body, "The Alien squeaked again, then waved its arms before pointing to itself and then to Rusty. The series of squeaks that followed sounded like the robot's name and then another which must have been its own."

Your eyes felt so heavy as Jax continued, "It made sense when Rusty heard it for a second time, 'Your name is Eldredth? Tell me Eldredth, have you ever had chocolate? It is the best of the human's treats."

Jax smiled as he felt your chest rise and fall softly under his arm. He put the book and laid down next to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling the blanket up to your neck, "Good night Darlin, I love you."

Fin

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Tea Before Slumber

Warnings: insomnia, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Crowley x reader platonic, Aziraphale x reader platonic

Request: Hello! May I please request an ineffable husbands x reader where reader has trouble sleeping because of insomnia or anxiety or both, and everyone’s favourite angel and demon help them fall asleep? (It’s almost 3am as I type this, oh no)

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You have trouble falling asleep, but Crowley and Aziraphale help you out

A/N: Ineffable husbands>>>

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You let out a loud huff, throwing your blanket and pillow down onto the couch before plopping down on it, turning on the television.

It had proven to be yet another sleepless night for you- side effects of insomnia- and you were beyond frustrated and tired right now.

All you wanted to do was sleep. But, of course, that was the only thing you couldn’t do.

“What’re you doing up?”

Your eyes lifted from the screen to where Crowley sauntered into the room, a glass of water in hand. Clearly he had gotten up for it, but had fully intended on retreating back to his room right afterwards, stopping himself when he came upon you.

“Can’t sleep again.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Would you like tea?” Aziraphale seemed to have been awoken by the voices as he padded into the room, eyes soft and concern floating through them.

You shrugged one shoulder, “Would it help?”

The angel beamed at you, “I’ve never made a cup of tea that couldn’t put someone right to sleep.”

“You spike the tea?” The alarmed question came from Crowley as he looked at him with wide eyes.

Aziraphale only rolled his eyes playfully as you let out a quiet chuckle and he made his way to the kitchen.

As he went, Crowley fell onto the cushion beside you, “You know,” He drawled, “Watching these isn’t going to help you sleep. It’ll only keep you more awake.”

With another huff of irritation, you clicked off the screen.

You were grouchy by now.

The demon lolled his head to face you, “Need me to sing you a lullaby?” He asked sarcastically.

You snorted out a laugh just as Aziraphale came back into the room, tea in hand and smiling brightly at you despite the late hour of the night.

“Everything can be fixed with a good cup of tea,” He promised as he handed you the cup.

You took it with a grateful smile and began sipping it, chatting softly with Aziraphale and Crowley while you finished it.

“-and then the bookstores owner told me-“

“Angel.” Crowley interrupted his story softly, “Look.”

Aziraphale turned to where you were, head resting against the couch pillows and empty cup laying at your side.

Both of them smiled softly as they looked at you for a moment before Crowley pushed himself up and gently picked you up bridal style, being careful not to wake you.

The angel trailed behind as Crowley brought you back to your bed and laid you down gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he did so.

“Good night,” Aziraphale whispered to your sleeping form before he and the demon shut the door securely behind them.

Ineffable Husbands 😇- @popfishjr @etanordoesbullsh1t

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hiiii its me again!! i used to have terrible insomnia so this would be such a comfort fic for me what would uppermoons do with a reader who has insomnia? its obvious she needs to sleep but just can't, how would they get her to sleep?

Insomnia

Forgive me for answering requests slowly yall😭🙏🏾 anyways enjoy this one!!

Warnings: gn!reader, gender natural reader, insomnia mentioned, comfort, slight suggestive on Akaza's part but only as light humor, bathing with douma lol

Akaza

"Y/n. Did you hear what I said?" Akaza said, close to your ear to get you to concentrate. You stopped fiddling with your fingers and slowly turned to Akaza. "Huh? I'm sorry I didn't... what.. what did you say?" You slured your giggled in exhaustion.

Akaza looked at you with worry, hearing your tired giggle, your head tilt to the side, and your eye lids, forcing themselves to stay open. "You've been like this for a few nights now. You need to rest. It's not healthy to do this," Akaza said while fluffing up your pillow behind you and fixed the blanket over your legs. "A few more minutes?" You softly asked, but you could tell by the look on Akaza's face that he wasn't going to allow it.

"Can I touch you?" He asked innocently but then quickly realized how that could've been taken in a different context. You giggled when Akaza cleared his throat and shook his head to correct his words better. "Stop giggling... I didn't mean it like that," he sighed. "I asked you because I wanted to give you a massage. When a person can't sleep, it's because there's a lot of stress, and that can affect the body, which prevents you from having a good night's rest," Akaza said.

You hummed in response. Work has been overwhelming for you lately, especially when most of the work was defendant on you. The extra hours you had to work during the day weren't helping either since you'd barely make it home before 5pm.

You couldn't lose this job, and the anxiety built up more and more. When you get home the only thing on your mind is that you can finally sit down after standing for so long and have a good meal but what was always forgotten and even pushed away from your mind was sleep. You didn't think anyone else would notice your exhaustion. However, Akaza has a way of knowing just when to take care of you and how to do it. "Yes. I'll allow you to touch me," you flirt and lay down on your stomach.

Akaza gave you a warm smile before closing your window and then blew out the candle. He wanted to make the room as dark as possible so nothing could distract you when you closed your eyes. You felt the bed dip in and a squeak sound when Akaza sat down. You turned your head back for a moment to make out his dark figure in the room and squrmed a little when you felt his warm, big hands press on your lower back.

You felt the pressure of his hands pressing down, having one hand on top of the other, and began to make circulator motions on your back. "This type of message is meant to relieve deep stress you may have," Akaza said, continuing to do the same motion on your back, and you sighed in relief and hugged your pillow. Akaza's hands did different techniques and movements during the massage, and you felt the tension leaving your body.

You yawned and closed your eyes. His touch felt calming, you felt yourself falling into a deep sleep while having this nice night time massage on your back. Once Akaza noticed you were sleeping and hearing your soft snors, he leaned down and kissed your cheek. This was definitely something he's going to continue to do to help you sleep.

Kokushibo

At first, kokushibo assumed you were having hormonal changes to prevent you from sleeping, but that wasn't the case. He'd be able to sense if that were, but it wasn't that. Kokushibo has told you his house is yours and you're free to do what you want, so long as you stay in the house, but as the nights went by, he'd notice you sleep patterns.

Kokushibo didn't think to much about you sleeping with him during the day and assumed you had things to do at night but he also found it strange how you'd take fast naps around 11pm-12am and just do nothing. It was clear on your face that you needed to sleep. You grew more confused when you wake up and forget to do basic things for yourself.

You'd walk slower around the house as well. Your eyes would always be looking down at your feet as you walked instead of looking straight ahead. Seeing you force yourself to stay awake when you can barely keep your head up due to the unbalanced sleep schedule became alarming to Kokushibo.

You know kokushibo doesn't speak out on something unless it needs to be addressed, and because kokushibo cares about you, he couldn't let this continue. One night, when you were walking around the house and staring at your feet, you stopped once you saw Kokushibo's feet in front of yours. You slowly lifted your head up to look at him. "Is something wrong, Kokushibo?" You asked. Kokushibo narrowed his eyes, and now, being this close, he can see how dark and baggy your eyes have gotten.

"Yes... something is wrong," Kokushibo said and lifted his hand to cup your cheek, dragging his thumb on your cheekbone. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, even putting your hands on his. "I insist you mediate with me," Kokushibo bluntly said and used his hand to straighten your head up to look at him properly.

"That's a new suggestion. What will medication do for me?" You asked. "Mediation gives you a sense of calmness," he said, taking his hand from your face to grab your hand and lead you back to your shared room with him. "I... can tell by your aura that you aren't calm. You aren't relaxed... I'm not sure what you're thinking about, but it's affecting you physically i can see," he said.

Before living with Kokushibo, you've always had trouble sleeping. You didn't have a good idea how to fall asleep without doing it this way, staying awake until you're dead tired however this wouldn't work as well as you think it did since you're only human.

You need to sleep during the night and stay awake during the day. This was something kokushibo knew and could see it was now a mistake to let you sleep with him during the day since he sleeps during the day because he's a demon.

You plopped yourself on the futon. "Copy me and do as I say." Kokushibo sat himself down, criss-crossed with his feet flat on the floor. You copied until you heard kokushibo clear his throat. "straighten your back." He said, and you did as he said. "Good... now close your eyes.. and take slow, deep breaths," Kokushibo said and watched you do as you told.

"I don't think I'm doing this right... I'm just getting sleepy.." you said. "The swordsmen use this as a useful way to master total concentration breathing constant in their sleep. You aren't a swordsman, and It will take time for you to fully master meditation, but the goal now is to relax your mind and body," He said and pays close attention to you. "Breath in... and out. In.. and out. That's good. You're doing good y/n"

Mediation wasn't something you'd think would help, nor has it crossed your mind, but doing this for 10 more minutes did help, especially with hearing Kokushibo's deep, calming voice. You repeated the process for a few more minutes until you decided to lay down. You weren't too sure if this was allowed during mediation, but you also didn't hear kokushibo correct you on anything.

Kokushibo placed his hand on your forehead to see if you'd react, but you didn't. You were asleep, and that made Kokushibo proud. This is something he will be suggesting to you more often before you sleep at night.

Douma

Douma didn't see a problem with you staying awake at night, nor did he really care. At first, he was impressed to see a human staying awake this late since he knew most humans needed their bed rest at night. Douma used this opportunity to speak with a human who wasn't a slayer out to kill him or a cult member he needed to help and talk to you at night for hours on end.

His delusion kept feeding into his head that you could stay awake like this even longer until he started to notice your facial changes. You wouldn't smile as much and had a long face. Douma would start to feel some concern, but that concern would go away, and he would let you do what you wanted to do.

Douma noticed even more changes. Your eyes were so droopy that it almost looked like you were rolling your eyes to the back of your head when you looked at douma. He found it troublesome to see you looking at him like so he finally said something. "Y/n, maybe you aren't good at staying awak," Douma laughed but in the moment having some concern. You shake your head "no no I'm fine. I can stay awake." you said.

Douma folded his arms and hummed in question. "I don't think so. Humans who stay awake for too long can die. It's kind of funny how fragile you humans can be from just the lack of sleep." Douma playfully pokes at your arm and watches your body almost fall over the bed. "How about we take a nice bath!" Douma suggested. You knew Douma loved baths. His favorite baths are the scented ones, and you also knew if you took a bath right now, you'd fall asleep on the spot.

Explaining to Douma why it's hard for you to fall asleep no matter how tired you were was pointless but it was also pointless to refuse his offer since this is the one time he's actually showing concern for you. "Fine fine," you said and immediately got picked up by Douma.

You gasped and held onto him. "You really didn't need to do that," you said and looked at Douma as he carried you in his arms to the bath house. "I did though" he pouts "your body is so tired you woukdve been wslking like a zombie to the hot springs" he said. You found it werid at first to be sitting on his lap, naked in the hot springs but nothing werid happened, he just happily holds you and rests his chin of your head.

"Did you know in a hot springs the water is supposed to help your body? It's not like regular water you'd use for bath," Douma said. You chuckled at the random fact that you already knew, but he was serious. Douma thought this bath and the nice hot steam could relax your body to help you sleep faster.

"Douma.. let's go back," you said and rested your back on his chest. "If we do, you'll just stay awake again. If you fall asleep, at least you're in my arms so I can carry you back." Douma smiled and kissed the top of your head. You fell asleep moments later, and he takes your unconscious body out of the water, back to the room to dry you off and put you in comfortable clothing so you can sleep.

Nakime

Nakime keeps her opinions to herself. She will notice the change around her but won't give her opinion unless she's asked for it. It was clear to Nakime on how tired you are and how you're keeping yourself awake when it's obvious you need to sleep. She knew you had trouble sleeping, but it was becoming concerning to her as the nights went on.

"It's pretty late y/n" Nakime said, having her back to you and sitting at the opened door with her biwa in her hand. You look up from your book while laying down on the futon and see her long, beautiful black hair flow with the calming wind as she sits at the door.

"I know. I'm just not tired," you lie and flip your page to your book. "Are you trying to tell me to sleep, Nakime?" You asked and went back to reading. "I was merely just stating a fact. It's not my business whether you stay awake or not. This is my time to stay awake," she said. Nakime doesn't mean to sound harsh. She's just bold. She still cares about you and finds it unsettling how you force yourself to stay awake when you need sleep.

She doesn't know the reasoning why, but she had to think of something to stop this unhealthy sleep cycle. A cool breeze comes into your room, and that was the moment Nakime started playing her biwa. The tune was different. It's not like any of the songs she's played in front of you and even felt relaxing. You look up from your book again and close your eyes, listening to the song "Hey, is that a new song?" You asked, but Nakime doesn't respond.

Nakime had the idea to play traditional Japanese music specialized to help people relax and sleep on her biwa. It was a song she taught herself in her past life. She didn't think this type of song would be of good use, but luckily, it came in handy. Nakime didn't turn back to you and continued to play her song until the end. She sighed, This song also relaxed herself and made her chuckle when she realized that.

Nakime looked over her shoulder and saw your head finally rested down on the pillow. You were sleeping. Nakime put her biwa to the side for a moment to take the book from your hand and pakcing it in its correct spot and then covers your body with the blanket. Nakime will be playing this song every night to get you to sleep properly.

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The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 4

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; will eventually contain very graphic descriptions of smut;

Chapter summary: In which Simon fixes his neighbor's leaky faucet and thinks about fixing something else... Word Count: 1.4k

When Riley Thomas had walked into the building’s unreliable elevator that night, barely beating its closing rickety doors, she hadn’t expected to see Simon already inside, sulking. His black hoodie and faded jeans were just as soaked as her woolen jumper and bell-bottoms, her hair in significantly worse disarray as she wiped the rain drops from her forehead, cheeks rosy from the cold.

The young woman hadn’t seen him for almost two whole weeks, the scarce discreet noises stemming from the thin walls hardly giving away his routine – she left too early in the morning to notice signs of movement and usually returned well into the evening, precluding the chance to ever see him return from any possible outings. When she did hear something – anything at all – it was usually late at night, as his tossing and turning in bed caused the mattress’ springs to creak noisily. She knew at least that their rooms fell on adjacent parts of their respective homes (not that she cared), and that he most likely shared her terrible insomnia. If she hadn’t met Simon, she’d think she had no neighbor at all, a vacant apartment next door inhabited solely by a ghost. Mostly silent, eerily quiet.

“Hey! Haven’t seen you in a while.” Her cheeks reddened and she hoped she didn’t look as breathless as she sounded, the quick run from the grocery store to the building tiring her out.

He nodded once in acknowledgement, barely eyeing her, a Chinese food container secured in his large hands. Riley’s smile faltered slowly as she realized he wasn’t planning on indulging her chit-chat. As her hand moved to the elevator buttons, fingers purplish and swollen from the cold, Simon grunted:

“Already pressed’em.” She blushed once again, feeling anxious sweat form in every pore as the elevator doors shut.

“Right…Sorry.” A nervous giggle made its way out her mouth, and she took a deep breath before attempting a new social interaction.

She looked up, observing his side profile as discreetly as possible, eyes fixed on his black facemask.

“Can I ask you something?”

Simon sighed before replying.

“No.”

“Why do you always wear a mask? Got covid or something?” She deliberately ignored his moody reply.

“Would you stay away from me if I did?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged, and the man forced a sickly cough so dramatic she couldn’t help but laugh.

As they reached their floor, Simon patiently waited for the young woman to exit the lift first, trailing behind her smaller frame like a massive shadow.

“I love that place” She pointed at his food from the Chinese restaurant across the street, the delicious smell from its contents having filled the elevator, and now wafting down the hall. “Funny…Never took you for a spring rolls guy.”

Simon rolled his eyes “I usually go for chicken fried rice.”

“That’s my favorite!” Riley smiled excitedly.

“Great.” He replied dismissively as he fished for his keys.

“How’s your leg?” she asked, and Simon halted at her soft look of genuine concern, his keys dangling between his thick fingers.

“Quite decent.” He conceded, eyeing his own thigh. He didn’t limp nearly as much, and he had been as cautious as possible with the sutures she had skillfully provided.

“Great, and I’m sorry if it’s been too noisy lately, I’ve been cleaning up the place and I’m still finding permanent homes for most of my rescues.” Riley grimaced slightly, aware of how inconvenient her presence was as a neighbor.

He shrugged, remaining silent as she kept talking.

“Do you happen to know anyone interested in the German shepherd pup?” She asked with pleading eyes “I love Rex, but he’s no dog for a crammed apartment with other pets.”

She observed him as he seemed momentarily lost in thought, his pensive gaze zoning out before returning to hers.

“I do, actually.” Simon shifted his weight “I’ll let you know.”

“Perfect...I’ll be waiting.” Riley smiled brightly at the prospect as she unlocked her door.

She was just about to bid him a good night when he blurted out:

“I didn’t thank you.” He mumbled awkwardly. They stared at each other for a few uncomfortable seconds. “For the stitches. An’ the groceries.”

A slow, mischievous grin crept up her cheeks, two characteristic dimples dotting them as she replied.

“Day off tomorrow. I’ll be waiting for you to come fix my faucet.”

“But-”

“And I love your new rug, by the way!” She taunted as she quickly scurried inside, leaving him baffled on his doorstep.

He huffed as he looked down at the pink rug she had gotten him – the one he had reluctantly placed outside his flat, those three annoying words right under his muddy boots.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell.”

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“Hold the light still.” A moody grunt.

“I’m trying!” A whimper of despair.

Simon Riley found himself lying on his aching back under his neighbors’ kitchen sink, firm hands holding a rusty wrench that stained his calloused fingers.

He could easily bear the straining of his muscles on the awkward position, as well as Riley’s aptitude to point her phone’s flash to anything but where he actually needed it, if it wasn’t for the dog constantly biting on his boot, and a large, old cat trying to sleep on top of him.

“I’m sorry about Milo.” She frowned as she tried to push her feline companion away. “He’s old and tired.”

“Me and you both, mate” She tried to suppress a giggle at his comment.

“Can I ask you something?”

Simon grunted “Does it matter if I say no?”

“No. I’ll still ask, but your consent would be greatly appreciated.”

“Go on then.”

“What’s your rank?” He couldn’t see her face from where she kneeled beside him, but he rolled his eyes as he pictured her curious expression.

“Non’ of your business, kid.” He huffed as he tightened the pipe.

“Oh, c’mon…Why are you so grumpy today? Grumpier than usual, I mean.” Simon held her wrist firmly from under the sink, startling her. He felt her body stiffen under his touch, tense silence filling the room.

Slowly, softly, he pulled her wrist to the right position, so she finally held the light properly, and if his thumb had merely grazed her soft skin as it parted his, then it was purely accidental. Surely.

Simon felt awkward as he recalled the way her eyes had momentarily lingered on a glimpse of his abdomen when he had first laid on the floor, his shirt riding up as he lifted his arms to work, rolled up sleeves revealing numerous tattoos. A part of him – a part he longed to bury and dissociate from - tortuously replayed the glint in her innocent, curious eyes, the way her lips had slightly parted, and her cheeks and neck heated involuntarily.

As he finished the task, sliding from under the sink and sitting up against the cupboard, Simon avoided her gaze as he readjusted his black facemask.

“Lieutenant.” He conceded, killing the silence between the two.

She tried not to look too pleased about having her way, pocketing her phone and petting Rex distractedly as she considered the implications.

“Regular army?”

“SAS.”

“Wow…A seasoned soldier then.”

“A bit.” Simon groaned as he stood up, his joints cracking painfully.

“That’s the sound of victory right there.” She taunted and he shot her a glare.

“Jus’ turn the bloody thing on.”

He rolled his eyes as she stood upright, saluting him.

“Sir, yes sir!”

“I’m never tellin’ you anythin’ ever again.”

“Copy that, Lieutenant.” Riley giggled as she turned on the faucet. “Success!” She yelled excitedly as there were no more leaks.

Simon nodded in approval, satisfied with his work.

“I guess you’re good at laying pipe.” The young woman joked, winking playfully.

“Shut up, kid.” He turned around, heading slowly for her door so she wouldn’t notice his flushed ears. “Bugger off with your yank expressions.”

Despite being more cluttered, her tiny flat seemed much cozier than his, and he made sure to avoid stepping on her clean carpet as Milo tried to waddle between his feet.

“Leaving so soon?” She seemed disappointed by his quick retreat, but he didn’t dare face her soft gaze again.

Simon stopped by the doorway and stared at Riley’s baby picture on the thrifted entrance table. She was chunky and missing half her teeth, but the same dimpled smile brightened up the dull background. Right beside it stood a picture of her father, his medals humbly kept in a small glass display.

“I can’t stay.”

“Not even for a cup of tea?” He could almost feel how hard she struggled to blurt out the invitation, her tone laced with shyness.

“Maybe next time, love.”

A/N: I'm back! I'm so sorry I took forever to post another part, holidays were crazy! I hope you guys are enjoying it and feel free to drop any feedback or ask to be added to the tag list :) Thank you guys for reading <3

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