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#i feel pretty good on the math section i at least thought i had an answer for everything which is really all i can ask for
no-one-fuck-a-man · 2 years
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Berry Blues
Season Two
Part Nine - (Special Education) Fuckin' Relationship Drama
Quinn Fabray x Reader
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Summary: As Sectionals rears its head, diva-dome and relationship drama sprouts within the group. Leading to down moods and you saving the day seconds before the competition.
Word Count: 5,775
WARNINGS: N/A
(A/N): Guess who's back, back again.
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You had impeccable aim.
Or at least you thought you did.
The scene of the gathered teenagers as the Spanish teacher walked through the choir room doors with a thick binder in hand was one... of slight chaos.
There you sat, upon a stack of plastic, maroon chairs, facing the three cheerleaders, dressed in their cold weather uniforms, One eye clamped shut, mouth pulled into a focused sneer, with an elastic band drawn at the pen Quinn used to write in her notebook.
The risk you took was calculated.
But boy, were you bad at math!
You didn't hit Quinn. That was the good news. You fear if you had hit her, she would have ripped your soul from your body, like a very pretty, blonde teenage dementor. Only there would be no "kiss" involved.
The funny news, however?
You had hit Sam.
Not only that.
Thanks to your misguided aim, you had snapped the elastic band, sending it hurtling through the air, directly at his crotch.
As the boy groaned out in sudden pain, hands between his legs, others turned to regard him, thanks to his sudden outcry.
"What's wrong?" you faintly heard Quinn ask, through the loud sound of your booming laughter, confessing that you were the reason, just from that.
Leaning towards the other two cheerleaders, who smiled confusedly at you, you spoke through your joy, "I hit him in the dick!"
Quinn glared over to you at that, rubbing her boyfriend's thigh in hopes of soothing him. All the while, Santana and Brittany tried to hold their own giggles at bay.
Before Mr Schuester could prompt Sam into telling him what was wrong, your sister jumped up, words rushing out of her mouth. As you calmed yourself down, wiping the tears from under your eyes.
"Mr Schuester, I have an announcement. I have selected the perfect moving ballad for Finn and I to sing to launch our performance at Sectionals."
"Please stop talking," you whispered to yourself. Now. You loved your sister, you always would, but when she acted so entitled, you couldn't help but wish to have ducktape suddenly cover her mouth.
"Me first." The teacher turned with a pointed finger. "Two things. First, our competition at Sectionals are your classic stool choirs. Great voices, but they don't move. Now, if we're gonna beat them, we need to do what they can't: Dance."
"Good luck, Finn," you called over to the boy in jest.
"Actually, Y/N, I've decided to feature Brittany and Mike Chang's sweet moved." The teacher got sounds of excitement from the team at that. Well... most of them.
Your sister, however, had something to say about the matter.
"Wait, they're gonna dance in front of me while I sing my solo?"
"Not everything is about your solo, Rach," you told the girl, "There are still other songs."
It was only at Mr Schue's statement did your eyes blow wide.
"You're not getting a solo for this competition, Rachel."
Quickly, you dug through your jacket pocket and pulled your phone out, shooting your fathers a warning text.
'Rachel doesn't get a solo for Sectionals. Prepare for drama, screaming, and complaining. May God help us all'
"Finally," Mercedes spoke eagerly, "So what song do I get to sing?"
"I was thinking the winners of our duet's competition would take the leads," Mr Schue said, rubbing his palms against his thighs.
"Ken and Barbie," Rachel stressed her outcry, gesturing towards the two blonde teens as she ranted at Mr Schue, "Wait, a-a-are you trying to throw this?"
"You used to be just sort of unlikable," Quinn started, twirling a pen between her fingers, "But now I pretty much feel like punching you every. Time. You open your mouth."
With a sigh, you spoke to the girl, "Please don't say that. I'm still bruised up from my last fight, and I really don't want to get suspended again for defending my sister this time. And I know how you fight, you have nails, you scratch, you pull hair, you'd kick my ass. Not to mention, I really don't want to argue with you, 'cause sometimes that's worse."
"Yeah," Santana turned to you, "I thought you were still suspended. Why are you back here before Sectionals?"
You shrugged. "Mr Figgins took me off. Something about a mandatory science project, I don't really know. I don't think he understood what happened. You know how he is. But whatever, I'm here now."
"Okay, guys, listen. Can we get back to the task at hand?" Mr Schue asked, hands risen, drawing the attention back to himself. "I have talked the talk about everyone in here feeling special for over a year now... but frankly, I haven't walked the walk. I mean, we have got a lot of talent here, and I'm gonna highlight it."
"Do something," you heard your sister hiss over to her boyfriend.
"Look, I'm all for pumping up the team, making everyone feel special, but that's for practice."
"When has that ever been practised?" you asked the boy sceptically, "At least as much as it should."
"Plenty of times," he answered your question, continuing with, "Look, you don't take the star quarterback out before the big game."
You tolled your eyes at his words as Rachel nodded, assuredly, with his words. Even the football term.
"Easy to say when you're the star quarterback," Tina pointed out.
"This isn't just about me. This is about the team."
"Lies," you coughed into your fist, seeing right through his words.
"You are such a hypocrite." Santana glared.
Rachel scoffed, "Oh like you even know what that means."
"Chill," you spoke down to her.
At your sudden, quick defence of Santana, Quinn's back grew taught. A sickly feeling swelled in her chest as her hard eyes glanced between yourself and the Latina.
"It means that your boyfriend is full of crap, Hobbit."
"You know what?" Rachel jumped up from her seat, rounding on the girl."
"Oh, God," you groaned at the drama of it all.
"Ever since the wedding, you've been up my butt, and I'm sick of it."
"Come on, Rachel. She's not worth it."
"Oh, really?" Santana remarked down to Finn, "'Cause that's not what you thought last year in that motel room. That's right, Yentl. Your sweetheart? He's been lying to you. Because he and I totally got on last year."
With furrowed brows, you leaned across your sister's seat, so only the boy would hear your whispered question, "Did you not tell her?" Finn looked over his shoulder guiltily at you. "Oh, dude."
"Okay, enough already!" the teacher snapped, moving from where he was flipping through his notes at the piano, as shocked faces surrounded the room at the drama had just conspired, "No more conversations about this, or-or-or anything. This is our plan for sectionals, and that is that. Mike, Brittany. Come on up, let's start choreographing."
This was not gonna end well.
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"Did your dad's really almost want to kill each other because one of them put up wallpaper without asking?"
"Oh, yeah." You nodded to the boy sitting next to you. "Thought it was gonna turn into War of the Roses in that place. They're fine now, though, so that's cool."
From the back of the class, Santana spoke, just as Mr Schuester strode into the room with a large stack of papers in his hands, "Where's Puck? I haven't seen him since yesterday, and I need him to get me a churro."
It was a burning feeling on the back of your neck that got you to turn around to face the Latina that was previously staring at the back of your head, now looking down at you pointedly.
You scoffed while shaking your head, "Absolutely not. Just because Puck's not here doesn't mean I'll be his substitute and run after you. If anything, you get me a churro for the audacity."
"My guess is he'd rather quit Glee Club than lose sectionals. And I can't blame him," Mercedes told Santana, "Our set's gonna be real light on the Mercedes."
You were inclined to agree with the girl, knowing that if she were one of the main performers, there was no way that the team wouldn't be a shoo-in.
But then Tina just had to voice her opinion and irritate you.
"I'm telling you, if the Warblers win Sectionals, it's only because we gave them Kurt. We should not clap."
"You have got to be kidding me, right?" your question was rhetorical as you turned to face the goth girl, "Karofsky threatened to kill him, and you're pissed that he left because of that? What? You'd rather Kurt not feel or be safe? Check your privilege at the door, Tina. And the same goes for anyone who agrees." Turning to face the front of the class with a huff and your arms tightly folded across your chest, finishing with a, "Some friends you guys are, you should be really proud."
"If we lose, we should throw possums."
"Now that sounds like fun." You gestured a finger towards the ditzy blonde sitting beside Santana. "And not just directed at Kurt."
You sighed deeply the next second at what -or rather, who- had just entered the choir room. Arms folded over their black and white bunny printed sweater, a perfectly cut strip of duck tape plastered across her lips, was your sister. Throwing a diva-filled tantrum in her dramatic ways.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," you breathed to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.
"Rachel, what are you doing?" the teacher asked after rolling his eyes, following her movements to the back of the class to be seated alone, over his shoulders.
With a sigh of her own, she easily removed the strip of duck tape that had obviously been tampered with, so it didn't hurt her when she inevitably voiced her opinion on something.
"I'm not doing anything. You've silenced my talents. I'm merely protesting." Rachel replaced the tape back over her mouth... which didn't last long, as, in the next second, it had been pulled back once more. "My talents are wasted in this club. My star shines too bright, and I think you're threatened by it."
The Spanish teacher finally snapped at your sister's ego-filled antics. Slamming his stack of papers onto the piano top, sending lone sheets flying.
"Take that off! I'm tired of this, Rachel! You have a terrible attitude, you're a lousy sport, and it is not okay anymore!"
"Well, I'm upset!" she yelled in reply to the man now standing before her, raising from her seat so as to not feel like he was towering over her, "I'm furious about this. About a couple of things actually," she spoke pointedly towards her boyfriend, before looking you directly in the eyes where you sat beside him, "And I see whose side you've taken, traitor."
Raising your arms in defence, you told her, "I want no part of this. I don't wanna be involved. I'm just sitting."
"I'm sorry you're disappointed," Mr Schue continued, "But you know, you could also make the choice to be happy. That we're a part of a Glee Club that is bursting at the seams talent. There's an awful lot of "me" talk going around. "What's in it for me?", "What solo am I gonna sing?"."
"Well, you can only assume that those questions are gonna be asked since most of the club has been shunned to the background since the very beginning. And, well, quite frankly, we're sick of it."
"Which is exactly why I'm trying to rectify that mistake." Mr Schue pointed your way. Only leading you to tick an eyebrow up at the man, scepticism clear on your face as the thought, 'And how long will that last before you get bored of caring for more than two students?'. "Now, when we go to Sectionals, we be good sports. We'll cheer on the hipsters, on Kurt, and the Warblers. And if they win, we will congratulate them, because that's who we are."
Leaning to the side to peer around the teacher, Artie asked, "Dude, where have you been?" bringing everyone's attention to a downcast Puckerman being escorted into the room by the girl you recognised to be Lauren Zizes.
"You look like crap," you told him.
"I found him in a Porta-Potty," the wrestler informed.
Puck began his explanation, which, surprisingly to you, he didn't alter to make himself seem cooler or add anything unbelievable just because he thought it was badass.
"I was trying to find Kurt's replacement for Sectionals. I was trapped in that Porta-Potty for twenty-four hours. Lauren came to my rescue. So I asked her if she wanted to join. But she had some conditions."
"A carton of Cadbury eggs and seven minutes in heaven with him," Zizes listed.
"I have to say, she kind of rocked my world."
Nodding deeply, you uttered, "Cool." Then turned to question your sister, "Isn't she the one you paid to bug us last year?" Rachel didn't reply. Instead, she pointedly turned her face further away from you, arms still crossed over her chest. "Wow. Really? You haven't changed since we were kids."
"Okay, guys, um..." Mr Schuester shrugged his shoulders, raising his arms as he did so. "Looks like we're back in business. Let's all welcome our newest member, Miss Lauren Zizes."
A weak round of applause sounded for the girl. Mainly thanks to the group still being in shock, down in the dumps, or -in your sister's case- mid-tantrum. The girl gave a small curtsy in return.
The teacher shook the traumatized boy's hand, speaking to him in gratitude, before continuing the lesson. The two members moved to sit together.
"Man, you need t shower!" You called as e walked b you, wrinkling your nose up at the stench he wore.
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Crouching down low, a mischievous smile tugged at your lips as you rounded the corner. Only to find your wheelchair-bound friend intently digging through his locker, far too busy to notice you coming up behind him.
So, with quiet, calculated steps, you inched towards the boy. Reaching out to push at the ends of his glasses, making them wiggle up and down in front of his eyes.
Artie's shoulders jumped to his ears before swiftly peering over his shoulder, only to find your grinning face.
"Why would you do that?!"
An amused shrug. "Thought it was funny."
Before Artie's sassy retort could be delivered to you, it found a new victim in the form of Tina, who had just strode up to the two of you.
"We've got a problem."
"Is it your outfit? Because you look like a cheerleader zombie corpse."
"I think you look awesome!" you gushed, complimenting the girl's steampunk, goth outfit, "And now I need to high-five Mike at getting such a hot girlfriend."
Tina threw you a thankful smile, quickly turning back to her ex-boyfriend.
"I have no choice. Mike Chang likes cheerleaders," she sassed, "You of all people should know."
Before you could tell Tina that she should never change herself for someone, especially the person she's dating, she continued, clarifying her point.
"He's having an affair with Brittany."
"What? You crazy," Artie brushed off with a smile as your brows scrunched at her observation.
"You haven't noticed her ignoring you lately?"
"Not really. It's "Shark Week"."
"They're inseparable," Tina pressed.
"They're doing a number together. They've been rehearsing."
"Really? Just rehearsing?"
Raising your hand, you interrupted the girl before she could continue on her jealous tangent.
"Listen, Tina, not to derail whatever you were about to say entirely, but I've got to let you know just because Brittany has slept with a lot of people before, I being one of them, doesn't mean she's a cheater. Trust me, I know her. She wouldn't do that."
"It's not that Brittany has slept with a lot of people. It's that she's obviously sleeping with Mike," she reiterated, "Exhibit 'A'. I kissed him, and it tasted like Lip Smackers. You know who wears Lip Smackers? Brittany."
"And she doesn't mind sharing. I love wearing her Lip Smackers. It's like candy for your lips."
"I literally have like five sticks of the stuff in my locker just because she thought I might like them." Artie gestured your way, thankful for the defence of your blonde friend.
"Don't be naive, Artie. She's a cheerleader. He's a football player."
"So's... Artie..." You pointed out confused.
"You and I never had a chance with either of them," Tina finished.
Shaking your head at her blatant disregard for your words, you moved on this time to ask.
"If you're so convinced that he's cheating on you, why are you trying so hard to keep him around?"
Tina stumbled over her words, unable to answer your question. Instead, she swallowed and walked away silently, left to contemplate your question as you and the boy by your side watched after her.
"You slept with Brittany?"
You scoffed down at him, "Of course I did. But don't let Tina get to you. The last time we had sex was way before you two started dating. Last week we were partnered up for something before I got suspended, and when I tried to work on it with her, she told me she was dating you and walked away." You pat his shoulder. "You got nothing to worry about, man."
"Thanks, Y/N." He smiled up at you softly, still slightly rattled by Tina's words.
Why was everyone having relationship drama this week?
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A couple days later, you were filing onto the bus, heading to the Sectionals competition.
Repeatedly telling yourself not to look at the sickeningly sweet couple to your right from your position seated beside Mercedes. As they huddled close to each other, sharing soft words. Waiting for your teachers to get done talking and board the bus themselves.
Your sister, having waited long enough, in her opinion, leaned out of the open door to call for the director.
"Mr Schuester, not that I really care, but if we don't leave now, we're gonna miss the competition."
"Way to keep spirits high, Rachel!" you called over as she pulled back in, heading back to her seat beside Tina.
It seemed time flies quickly when your team's spirits are dampened because soon enough, you were at the venue's bar in search of a sweet treat with your sister. Who, of course, acted the diva, along with the girl who had sent you two on the mission.
"Then go down to 7-Eleven and get some. I need Raisinets!"
"Carb loading?"
Your face visibly morphed into one of pure joy when your attention was brought to the boy by your side.
"Kurty!" you exclaimed, moving to wrap him up in a hug, "I missed you."
"I missed you, too, Y/N." He smiled, patting your back.
Your sister sighed, choosing to answer Kurt's question when you pulled away, "Puck got Lauren Zizes to take your place. And she won't go on unless she gets her damn candy. She's a warm body."
"I like her." You shrugged.
"Hey, did you, uh, get your solo?" at Rachel's words, you looked over to the boy, intrigued by the topic.
"Sadly, no."
"Ah, buddy, I'm sorry," you replied comfortingly, reaching out a hand to rub at his arm.
"Oh, wow. If you didn't get a solo, then they must be really good. We are doomed." A swift kick to her shin. "Ow. Sorry, that was selfish," she told Kurt, "What I meant to say was, "wor, that really sucks. I'm sure you were really good"."
With a single nod and a proud smile at your sister, you turned back to the boy as he replied self-assuredly.
"I was. I mean, I think I was."
"You're always good, Kurt. Even when you blew that note last year."
"Don't remind him of that," Rachel hissed over to you, hand squeezing your bicep.
"Right, yeah. Sorry."
"It's fine, Y/N. And thank you, anyway. It's just... being in the Warblers made me question everything I thought about myself."
"Even being gay?"
"Well, not that."
"Yeah. What has become of us, Kurt?" Rachel asked with a scoff, leading the two to manoeuvre onto barstools, with you standing between them, holding onto the backs of either stool.
"So... do you miss us?"
"I do." Kurt nodded. "Being a Warbler is great, but I don't think they appreciate my individuality as much as you guys did."
"Who wants to be the same as everyone else?"
"Exactly." He nodded to you in thanks. That was before his mood shifted slightly. "And I can't help but think that I let you guys down."
"It's your life, Kurt." Rachel reached over to hold his hand, shoving his guilt away like the blonde girl from clueless. "You weren't safe at McKinley anymore. We all get it."
Another proud smile took over your face as the boy tried to push his tears back with a smile of his own. Jabbing your thumb in her direction, you said, "That took me two hours of yelling at her to realize that."
Rachel looked awkward at your statement, "I may have been a bit dramatic at the news, at first."
"She compared it to the apocalypse," you told the boy.
"Okay, enough out of you." She pointed a finger in your face.
Kurt chuckled softly, "How come you were never this nice to me when I was your teammate?"
"Because you were my only real competition," Rachel said playfully, leaning over towards the boy, "Don't tell."
"Yeah, that's true."
"I'm right here." You pointed to your chest before you were pulled onto a quick group hug by the two, and they returned to their seats.
"So, how's Finn?" Your face morphed into a cringe at the boy's question. "I feel bad. I haven't spoken to him since the wedding."
"I, uh, haven't really talked to him much either," Rachel replied awkwardly, "I found out that he and Sanatana were romantically involved. And he lied to me about it."
"Wait, you didn't know about that?"
Just as Kurt asked that question, the boy you recognised as Blane came up to fetch him, as the bell dinged overhead, signalling the first show choir was up to perform.
"Kurt, they're calling places. Oh, hi, Y/N."
"Hey, Blane, this is my sister," you introduced the two quickly.
"Hey."
"Good luck out there, guys."
"You too."
"Thanks again, Rachel," Kurt said, bidding you both farewell and leaving your sister to turn to you.
"How many people knew?"
Instantly knowing she was talking about Finn and Santana boning, your mind became blank, "Uh... we... we, uh, we should get out there. Don't wanna miss The Hipsters, do we?"
You knew this wasn't the end of it.
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You had missed a good portion of The Hipsters' performance, as you had to rush into your outfit with the rest of the club. All the while, Zizes complained about her lack of Raisinets.
But, soon enough, you were waltzing down the aisle as the elderly group performed, being forced into sitting between Puck and Mike, still finishing buttoning up your maroon shirt.
It didn't take long before the elderly club forced tears to well in your eyes as they sang, almost weeping at them along with Puckerman, as your friends looked on in complete bewilderment.
"They remind me of my grandparents, okay?!" you reasoned as you clapped loudly for the club.
"Mine too," Puck said through his tears.
... that was the first time you had ever bonded with Noah Puckerman. And it would probably be the last.
You were still recovering as Kurt and the Warblers performed, but still, that didn't stop you from leaning over to Mike to whisper your stupid joke.
"They're very... uniform."
The boy snorted, placing his head in hand and shaking his head in reaction as you returned to popping along to the song Blane took the lead on.
In a surprising turn of events, your sister was the first of your team to jump up and give the Warblers -Kurt- a standing ovation for their performance. You followed not long after with Mercedes and the rest of your group.
Pulling Mike up to stand with you, with bright smiles on each of your faces, you cheered. Leading the rest of the auditorium to do the same.
"Hell yeah, Kurt!" you shouted for your friend, pumping your fist towards the ground as you did.
A faint giggle behind you forced you to peer over your shoulder at Santana, who was amused by your antics. You quickly threw the girl a smile before catching Quinn's jealous eyes and sending her a soft smile of her own.
If only you could see the jealousy.
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You were leaned against the window of the green room minutes later, behind the blonde couple. Watching as the dying leaves of yellows, reds, and oranges blew in the night's light breeze.
Until you were pulled out of your mindless daze by Sam's voice as he leaned over to evaluate his girlfriend.
"Are you okay?"
"No." Quinn shook her head, making you round the chair to face her. "I'm totally freaking out. Last time we performed, I went into labour. I think I'm having post-traumatic stress disorder."
"You probably are," you told her, crouching down beside where she was seated at the table, holding the hand Sam wasn't, "Have you considered therapy? I mean, after everything you've been through, I think you may need it. God know I would."
"F.Y.I., I'm totally available to fill in," Mercedes added from where she sat, flipping through the competition brochure.
"Not helping, 'Cadies."
Raising up, you leaned in close to whisper to the girl.
"You're gonna do great. Remember what I told you. You can do anything, including this."
Then with a kiss to her temple, she let out a deep breath, finally appearing to relax.
Sam threw you a grateful look as you walked away, winking to the boy as if to say 'I've-got-your-back', no matter how much it pained you.
With one problem down, another was quick to arise.
"You told Kurt?" Rachel stormed into the room, bearing down on her boyfriend.
"I don't remember. Maybe."
"About Finn and Santana?" Mercedes inquired. "No. I think I told him."
"Who told you?"
"Me," Quinn spoke up next.
"Yeah, I remember those two gossiping about it as I was moving blondie's stuff into her place," you said, gesturing a finger between Quinn and Mercedes as you sat on the chair's arms between Santana and Tina.
"Yeah, and I think Brittany told me," the cheerleader added, "Or maybe it was Puck."
"Yeah, it was me," Puck said.
"Wait. When did you find out about this?" your sister asked, growing further and further pissed at the second.
"Uh... I, uh, I think I was the first to know." You turned to Santana. "Right?"
A nod from the girl is all anyone needed to know.
"How were you the first to know?" Rachel snapped indignantly.
'Shit'
Pointing over to Finn, you started, "Well, numb-nuts over here dropped her off on the wrong street, so I was forced to take her back home in the middle of the night."
'Thank you, lying skills'
"Everybody knew about this but me?" Rachel asked, insulted and betrayed.
"Pretty much," Tina uttered from beside you before Santana decided to jump into the fray.
"Nobody tells you anything because 'A', you're a blabbermouth, and 'B', we all just pretend to like you."
Swiftly, you gave the Latina a light, back-handed slap to her shoulder, for saying that about your sister. As Puckerman voiced his disagreement.
"That's not true. I kinda like her."
"Look," Finn snapped, jumping to his feet, "Rachel, when this all happened, you were dating another guy, so you don't really have a right to be pissed at me about it, okay? And fine, I shouldn't have lied about it but, to be honest, that isn't what you care about. You care about the Santana of it all."
"Oh, who are you right now?" she asked as the Latina gestured to the tall boy, silently pointing out how right he was for the rest of the club. Before dropping her hand to your thigh. Letting it run up and down your black pant-covered leg, massaging the area close to your knee. Cockily smirked over to a jealous Quinn, who sat fuming beside her boyfriend. Hazel eyes glued upon the action before they snapped up to Santana's brown irises when her hand slipped 'round and under your leg.
The blonde glared at the smug look on the other cheerleader's face.
All the while, you were blind to their silent conversation.
"You know what? You guys are gonna have to find somebody else to mindlessly harmonize in the background because I'm not going onstage with him!"
"Make that two subs," Artie voiced, after your sister's rant, "I'm not going out there with Brittany."
"Dude, I thought we went over this," you regarded the boy confused, lifting your arms in question. As Santana's face scrunched up at the boy.
Pointing a hand over to him, she mouthed to you in question, 'What's he on about?'
'I have no idea,' you replied, shaking your head, watching as she placed hers in her hand. Unknown to the way Quinn's jaw ticked at the interaction.
"Me either."
"Tina?" you looked to the girl. "Seriously, with this bullshit?"
"Enough!" Mr Schuester yelled behind you, alerting the team to his presence, "Listen to yourselves. No setlist, no choreography, no chance in hell of winning. But you did win, because you did it together. Look, I don't care if you guys hate each other. All I want is for you guys to go out there and sing together."
"Questionable, but okay," you mumbled to yourself.
"Get up there and for six minutes, remind yourselves that you're not alone."
And as if by poetic timing, the bell dinged, and the lights repeatedly dimmed.
"All right. Show time!"
---
After that hectic time in the green room, you shouldn't have been surprised by its follow-up.
Just before he was about to go on stage, Sam rushed up to you, worry stricken.
"Dude, what's up?"
"Quinn's panicking again, and I can't stop it. I need you to do what you did before and help her."
"Oh, Jesus Christ," you husked to yourself, following the boy passed a visibly making-up Artie and Brittany, and Lauren Zizes doing pushups to the girl pacing by the curtains.
As soon as she spotted you, she rushed into your arms, hugging you tightly. Mumbling into your chest, "I can't do this. I really can't do this."
"You can," you clarified, pulling the blonde from your chest, "Listen to me. You had a fucking kid. You pushed a baby out of your hoo-ha." That got a soft chuckle from her. "You can do this."
Quinn shook her head, "I think I'd much rather give birth again."
"As long as I don't need to see it coming out of you this time."
"Yeah, don't want you passing out on me again."
"You passed out?" Sam asked from behind you, shattering the moment you were having with his girlfriend.
Before you could answer the boy, the announcer came over the PA, for the whole auditorium to hear.
"And now, for our final performance of the program from McKinley High, the New Directions!"
Panic shone in Quinn's eyes once more after that.
You had to hurry. Not only to calm her, but to run back to where you were needed backstage.
"Okay, listen, you're gonna go on in like five seconds." 'Not helping!' "Just remember to breathe. Your voice is perfect. You're gonna kill it out there. You look beautiful. Everything is going to be fine. You, Quinn Fabray. Can. Do. Anything."
Finally, she nodded, ready to go out there.
With Sam shooting you another grateful look, the two exited through the curtains, leaving you to run through the halls as their performance failed, then grew as you got closer to the backstage area.
The things you did for this girl.
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After the performance and Santana's down-right iconic rendition of Valerie, the three clubs were gathered on stage for the results.
"And now, this year's Head Judge Associate Director of the Ohio Department of Motor Vehicles, Mr Pete Sosnowski."
"Wow, what a celebrity." you sassed in a whisper, with your arms thrown over Santana and Quinn's shoulders as the latter held onto their boyfriend's arm.
"Thank you," he spoke to the audience. Clearing his throat, he continued, "And thank you to all the groups who performed here today. We all had a seriously good time. You know what else is a seriously good time? Taking two minutes to save a life by filling out an organ donor card because it's never too late to donate."
Sucking your lips into an agreeing smile, you nodded your head, turning to spot Mike doing the same thing to you.
"Drumroll, please." Another clear of the man's throat. "In third place... The Hipsters."
Breaths of relief filled your team as one of the little old ladies came out to collect the award.
"Drive safely. And now, the winner of this year's West-Central Sectionals is..." The man smiled, pointing down to the card. "It's a tie. Congratulations! You're all going to the regionals!"
You joined the auditorium and two final teams in clapping, soon finding your opportunity to rush over to the Warblers' side, scooping Kurt and consequently Blane into a bear hug.
"Oof, hi, Y/N."
"Hi, Kurty."
"Congratulations," Blane chuckled against your shoulder.
"You too, buddy."
This was, like, the best outcome you could think of.
If only you could take Kurt all the way to New York with your team.
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Pushing the Lip Smackers Brittany had gifted you aside, you reached for the large textbook you needed for your next class when something -or rather, someone- ting collided with you.
"Hey, watch it-! Rachel?" Looking down, you spotted your sister, tears pouring down her face, holding onto you tightly. "Het, what happened?"
"F-F-Finn," she wept, "He broke up with me."
Now that shocked you.
"Wha-? Why?"
All that came from her were further muffled cries, so you did the only thing you could at that moment. Hold your heartbroken sister to your chest, chin rested upon her sister, as you muttered comforting words to her.
You were so gonna kick Finn's ass.
That was until you found out the whole story.
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goodness gracious 50. brb x oc
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im sorry this scene is one of my favorites ;-;
a/n: *pops champagne* WE HIT 50 CHAPTER MY GOOD PEOPLE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO idK HOW THAT HAPPENED BUT WOOOOOO ALSO FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN THE NAVY DOESN'T HAVE BALLS BUT I CAN BE WRONG IDK
ref for the tattoo because its so pretty but ofc without the rose and the sunset BUT YOU GUYS GET IT
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warnings: FLUFF, mav knowing his nephew like the back of his hand
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The back and forth of them spending the weekend in each of their places was working, the second weekend of December it was Bea’s time to stay at Rooster’s. Jolene was used to his apartment already but she didn’t feel like going with Beatrice after their morning walk, so she just lied on the brunette’s floor and there she stayed.
Beatrice was fine with that, she knew Shells could come by soon and check on her dog for her like she always did. The past week was uneventful, besides her and Rooster spending time together at the Hard Deck or him just showing up for them to have dinner together, maybe make out in his car before they went their separate ways until the weekend arrived.
Until they finally moved in together they could handle this. It wasn’t awful, they’ve done something similar before. They had many ways to pass the time, especially when it came to Rooster being absolutely relentless when it came to the two of them. The lady at the clinic told her to wait at least twelve days before she had any type of relation without another common type of contraceptive, meaning they still had to use condoms for a little bit more which was fine by her.
Her math was right, they wouldn’t need it by the time she planned everything. She was very excited about it, so was Shells who was her strongest supporter, even going out with her to buy the je ne sais quoi she talked about. Not to mention suggest other things Beatrice hasn’t thought of before. 
“Are you excited?” she asks, smiling, holding his hand when they walk out of the Bronco. Today was also the day he’d finally get his tattoo, the second weekend of December just like Taboo asked them to.
“I am and kinda nervous too.” he chuckles softly, looking up at the two story building down the street, a medieval knight’s helmet painted on the side had a banner with the words ‘Pigment of Ink’ in bold Medieval esque letters floating behind it. “It is my first tattoo.” he knows he shouldn’t feel worried, it’s not like he couldn’t handle a bit of pain, but there was something really exciting inside of him about getting his very first one.
Beatrice smiles, leading them towards the building and avoiding the people that walked on the sidewalk,”Once you get one you’ll be addicted.” she grins, “Believe me, it’s really cool.'' The building itself had large windows on the first and second floors, showing a bit of the inside for the passerby. Rooster could see a group of tattoo artists in different sectioned areas, all of them working on someone already and a pair of spiral staircases that led to the second floor.
His girlfriend opens the glass doors for them to step inside and Rooster looks around in amazement at how big that place was. You’d never get it seeing only from the window that it was a larger area than it appeared. In the middle of the tattoo artists working was a dark gray receptionist counter where a woman with rainbow colored micro braids was fidgeting about, looking up with a smile when she noticed who it was, “Bea!Hi!” 
“Hi, Rachel.” she grins, bringing Rooster closer while doing a bit of small talk with the other girl. “It’s been a while, huh?”
“A few months.” she laughs as she puts some paper aside, “What brings you here today?”
Beatrice tilts her head towards Bradley still grinning then returns her gaze to Rachel, “Taboo is going to tattoo my boyfriend.” Rachel’s hazel eyes move from Beatrice to Rooster, slowly tilting her head up since he was so tall, blinking in surprise but then offering him a greeting that he reciprocated with a smile of his own.
Rachel gave Beatrice a knowing look and a smile, “She’s upstairs already waiting.” she gestures with her hand to the spiral staircases, “You know her section, don’t you?” Bea nods, thanking Rachel and bringing Rooster along with her. He’s still looking around, the parlor resembled a Medieval styled pub with fake animal heads - some of them wearing monocles - and ancient looking paintings mixed in with the red and brown animal wallpaper on the walls.
He has to walk behind Beatrice when they go up the stairs since the space is minimal, stopping once they reach the upper floor. This area is even bigger, albeit with less sections than downstairs. There are at least four he could see, only two of them were being used: one by a guy who looked like he could probably sing in a Mötley Crüe cover band and the other by a woman who had her back to them, but he could see her arms were covered with tattoos and she had a choppy black bob “Taboo?”
The woman in question turns, smiling brightly at the visitors, “Well, well,” she laughs, putting the box of pigments down on the side table next to the dark blue tattoo chair already set up for him, “Look who came back.” Beatrice let go of Rooster’s hand to hug her tattoo artist, who patted her back, leaning back to take a good look at her face, “You look great.” Taboo says, her icy blue eyes running up and down Beatrice’s figure, almost proudly, “You really do.”
“Thank you, you look great too!” the brunette replies, stepping back from the hug to gesture towards Rooster, “This is my boyfriend, Bradley.” Taboo holds up her hand and Rooster tries not to look at the tattoo she had inside her palm, a giant black widow whose legs were tattooed on her fingers. He didn’t even know people got palm tattoos.
“Ah, the one whose virginity we are going to take.” Taboo teases, shaking his hand in a greeting, “Nervous?”
“A little I guess.” he chuckles, digging his hands in his pockets as the tattoo artist goes back to the side table where he could see Beatrice’s design on a transfer paper. It just had lines, but it already looked beautiful. After he explained where exactly he wanted the tattoo, on his calf, more specifically on the side of his right calf - which he was thankful his jeans weren’t tight that he could pull the fabric and show the area for her, nor it’d hold the circulation back when he was getting the tattoo done. - Taboo crouched down to have a better look, with both him and Beatrice following her eyes.
After she shaved the area he wanted,she pressed the transfer to his skin and told him to check on the mirror to see if the position was good enough for him. He angled his leg this way and that, smiling as he saw the linework, telling Taboo it was great, sending Beatrice a look for approval. His girlfriend just smiled brightly, nodding her head in agreement over the positioning.
Once he got himself settled, Beatrice sitting on a stool right on his left side, he only watched with interest as the tattoo artist gave him a smile after slapping the gloves on and grabbing the machine, “Alright, I’ll give you a little scratch, you tell me if it’s too bad or not, check your pain tolerance.” he nods, following with his eyes as she lowers the vibrating needle to his skin. He feels it, a little bit, it’s strange but not painful so he tells her that. “Okay, hang on tight then.”
He had to admit that every once in a while his eyebrows would furl and his eyes would clench at a sudden jolt of pain coming from his leg but he could handle it. It wasn’t unbearable yet. He’s holding Beatrice’s hand, rubbing her knuckles as she leans forward, watching Taboo work with a smile, “How’s it going?” she asks, swiping her finger over the scar on his jawline affectionately.
“Good,” he says, tilting his head as he tries to get a better look at the process, “It’s not so bad.” Rooster grins,squeezing her fingers sweetly as Beatrice rubs the side of his face with her thumb, “I’ve been through worse.”
Beatrice tries not to think about the worse that he’s been through, choosing to instead just smile more and keep caressing his face with their eyes on Taboo’s work. She was very fast, one of the fastest Beatrice had ever seen and seeing she finished the outline already they’d probably be out of there sooner than they thought.
Taboo would casually start conversation, sometimes to distract him, some other times just genuine curiosity since it’s been a while she saw Beatrice…and she was single at that time too. “I mean, how sweet is it that you got a tattoo your girlfriend drew?” she comments, not seeing the brunette’s cheeks turn red and her smile go shy, “Not a lot of guys do that.”
“Their girlfriends probably aren’t talented as Bea is.” he says fondly, turning to face her and wink, grinning at her extremely red cheeks.
“I mean, facts.” Taboo laughs, “Beatrice is very talented, I told her once before. But it’s also so cute you guys are doing this, how long have you been together?”
They shared a look, to which Beatrice smiled before saying, “Well, we’ll make it five months on Christmas week.” she says dreamily, still having butterflies saying it outloud. Five months, she still couldn’t believe it, they’re still strong and loving each other nonstop, Bradley was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for and she couldn’t see herself with anyone but him. Well, she was a long term type of gal, she isn’t one that backs away like that. 
Bradley’s smile only widened, interlacing their fingers together when she spoke, her eyes softening as they met his own and her cheeks were still red, “It’s been really great.” he says sweetly, loving how sheepish she looked when he voiced his own happiness, “She’s just amazing, you know?”
“Brad…”
“You are, you really are.” he reinforced, making his girlfriend move her gaze away from him, biting her lower lip with a smile. Taboo only saw the whole interaction with her own smile widening, her heart turning to mush because of these two.
“I thought you guys were together longer,” she says, dipping the needles on the black ink before returning to the tattoo, “You two act like you’ve known each other for ages.”
That wouldn’t be the first time someone says it too, a lot of people commented on that fact, which to them was a compliment. It meant that what they had was genuine, it was real and honestly it’s what they wanted. They would be moving together soon after the New Year goes by, and start something completely new for them.
The tattoo goes along nicely, sometimes Bradley noises out a complaint, or a sigh, but Beatrice rubs his bicep comfortingly, telling him he was going so great and he should be proud of himself. For a first tattoo it was pretty big, with lots of details that would take a bit longer - or not, Taboo was fast after all - and some people couldn’t handle it.
But Bradley was holding it like a champ, barely making noise and if he did he just assured the two women he was fine and he could take it. That is until the color part began Taboo let him know they were ready to go to the gradient of colors then the details on the goose itself, which Rooster nodded not expecting much.
That is until he felt the multiple tiny needles scraping his skin, filling it with color. He couldn’t help the wince followed by the quiet curse under his breath, his face scrunching in pain. Beatrice rubbed his bicep again when he pressed the back of his interlace hands in front of his eyes, sighing heavily while his free leg bent up by the knee in hopes to ease some of the tension.
“You okay?” she asks with a small smile, watching him nod with his lips curled into his mouth and a quiet groan vibrating in his throat, “You’re doing fine. This is usually the worst part, it’ll be over soon.”
Bradley just nodded again, everytime Taboo stopped to gather more ink he’d ease out a breath of relief for a second only for her to continue. It went like that for a few minutes, him trying his best to control his pain tolerance and soft grunting every time he felt a sharp pain on the side of his muscular calf. Beatrice leans forward to kiss his temple, making Rooster open his eyes with a pained little smile, “Am I still doin’ fine?” he asks softly, seeing his girlfriend’s lips curve in a grin.
“You sure are.” she says, running her fingers through his hair, watching the waves bounce from in between her digits back to its usual style before folding her arms next to his on the armrest, “Almost done, okay?”
“Okay, ow.” he winces again, clenching his eyes with a hiss through his teeth, “Oh that one– that one sucks.”
Taboo laughs, moving the machine over the tattoo then wiping the excess off, “The tiny details in white always suck, almost done big guy. Hang in there.” 
Bradley hums positively, opening his eyes to focus on Beatrice who was already looking at him. Just looking at her helped ease the pain, even if he did flinch every once in a while at a sudden stab of pain on his leg. Beatrice smiles, pressing a kiss to his forehead while holding his hand, both of her thumbs caressing his fingers, trying to distract him. 
When Taboo announces she’s done, he lets out a sigh of relief, feeling her wiping his leg and saying he did a great job. Bradley just sighs again, slowly pushing himself to a better sitting position and tilting his head to see the finalized product, “...Woah…” he stands up when Taboo tells him to so he could have a better look in the mirror. He was speechless, the drawing looked incredible on his skin, it was so…real and nice to look at, the gradient of colors and the rose looked incredible, “Holy shit.” he laughs in disbelief, still looking down at his very first tattoo, “It looks incredible.”
“I just followed the artwork.” Taboo smiles, crouching next to his leg to wrap the protective film around it, making sure it wasn’t too tight. She tells him to drop his pant leg over it carefully and lets him know the instructions on how to take care of it, mentioning that Beatrice would help him with that too. “Either way, you did really well, be proud of yourself.”
He wanted to look at it again, he couldn’t help it. He was so enthralled by it he almost didn’t hear Beatrice say goodbye to Taboo and thank her for receiving the money earlier. Wait, she already paid? Bradley turns his head to face his girlfriend, who takes his hand to lead him back downstairs, him too tossing a goodbye and a thank you towards the grinning tattoo artist. “You already paid?” he asks softly as they go down, seeing that Beatrice was still smiling from ear to ear, “When?”
“Oh I,” she waves to Rachel who was now with a client on her own section, the woman waves back with a little grin, “Back when we scheduled it, you know?” They step out of the tattoo parlor and Rooster holds her hand, stopping her immediately. Beatrice looks back at him with a confused expression, but her boyfriend just stares.
He looks so surprised, almost as if he doesn’t understand what she just told him, “Baby…” he begins, stepping closer to her and away from the tattoo studio’s windows, placing his hands on her waist, “You didn’t have to, really.”
She shrugs, playing with the buttons on his shirt as a shy smile spreads over her lips, “I wanted to, it’s…one of my gifts to you.” she says sweetly, which in turn makes Bradley’s heart feel like it’s about to pop out of his chest. His muttered ‘aw baby,’ before he wraps his arms around her in a bear hug is enough to make her cheeks warm up one more time. Bea laughs, hugging him back with one of her hands gently rubbing his nape when he places his face on the crook of her neck.
“Why do you have to be so sweet?” he asks against her throat, his question followed by a gentle kiss underneath her jawline, enough to make her squirm. He was being honest, he couldn’t understand how someone as sweet as Beatrice existed, it was almost like this was all a dream and he hasn’t woken up yet. God, he wished…he wished she could’ve met his mother, she would’ve loved Beatrice as he loves her.
Bradley pulls his head back, his huge hand cupping her chin so he could press a sweet kiss to her lips, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” she says back in a whisper, cheeks flexing in a smile before she grasps his hand again, “Come on, I’m buying us lunch.”
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The first thing he did when he got to the Hard Deck was show his tattoo off, everyone loved it, loving even more when they found out that it was Beatrice who drew the picture. The poor girl couldn’t stop blushing at the flurry of compliments from the other officers, followed by the requests of her drawing something for them too. Rooster was quick to add they’d all have to pay because he got that as a gift and Beatrice deserved to get money for her talent.
When he walked up to Pete who was leaning on the counter, he tried to hold back his grin without success, the older pilot just giving him a weird look when Bradley tugged his pant leg up, exposing the tattoo for his godfather’s eyes to see. It takes a minute, but Pete eventually lowers the glass to the wooden counter with a thump, his eyes never moving from the freshly done ink. 
He looks from the tattoo to Bradley, his lips parting in surprise and there’s a bit of a glaze that his godson shared, the young Bradshaw looking like he was trying hard not to cry, “Brad,” he begins, waiting for him to sit on the stool so he could have a better look, “This is amazing.”
Bradley chuckles softly, clearing his throat before he got too emotional inside the bar, “Yeah,” he turns the calf his way so he could look at it again, “Bea did this for me, the drawing.” he explains, meeting Pete’s shocked expression as the man support his slack jaw on a hand, shaking it in disbelief. “I know…”
“Brad,” Mav looks back to where Beatrice currently is gathering empty glasses from a group of patrons, not paying attention to the two men “...I’m speechless, did you ask her to?” Bradley nods still smiling, “I…wow, I don’t even know what to say.” 
His godson turns his face to where his girlfriend was, if Pete hadn’t known Bradley for so long you’d think he was looking at Goose himself. The way he looked at Beatrice was identical to how his father looked at Carole, if not even more, that was pure raw adoration coming from him. “She’s amazing,Mav.” he whispers, thankful of the jukebox playing so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping his voice down so much, “God, I mean…who would’ve ever done something like this for me?”
Pete chuckles, looking back at the brunette with a fond smile. She made his godson so happy, he couldn’t help but care about the girl too, she was sweet and smart, she loved Bradley so much it was rotting sweet “You know,” Bradley begins after a while, “I think that after the holidays pass and if I’m not deployed, I might take her to see mom.”
Mav inhales sharply, but nods, that means he’d take her to Virginia, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Bradley says sweetly, “My mom’s birthday is in January, I can…take her with me, to see mom and dad.” he smiles wider when Bea notices him, but doesn’t get closer yet, she’s still gathering glasses from the tables, “I might show her some snow, it doesn’t snow enough here.” or at all, no snow unless you go to the mountains. “Even if she hates the cold.”
They laugh together quietly and Pete knows, he knows exactly what’s going on in Bradley’s head because he’s seen that very same look on Goose after just a few months of dating Carole.
“I’m going to marry that woman, Pete.” he had said then, “I’m going to marry her, I swear.”
He also knew that Bradley wasn’t going to voice it without thinking about it, even if he felt like he should, it doesn't mean he would do it now. He’d hate to disturb Beatrice by being so quick to jump the gun so to speak. But Pete knew it just by seeing the way Bradley had the puppy dog eyes as he followed her around the bar that there was no going back now, it probably never was from the very first date. 
“Hi Pete,” Beatrice says sweetly when she gets to the bar, standing right on Rooster’s left, ‘Hi Roos.”
“Hi gorgeous.” he says quietly, his smile dopey and enamored “Was showing Mav the tatoo,” he turns his head to his godfather who just grinned to Beatrice, the girl holding the tray with both hands in front of her chest and blushing cherry red, “He thinks it’s amazing.”
“Oh…I-I’m glad.” she blushes even more, placing the tray down to wipe her hands on her pants getting rid of the moisture from holding wet glasses all night after telling Penny what the last table ordered and waiting for the woman to place it on the tray again, “I…really liked doing it and Taboo does a great job.”
“Well, sure, but the drawing was yours first.” Maverick grins, gesturing to the girl with a finger, to which Beatrice only blushes harder, muttering a quiet ‘thank you Mav.’ “And I really think that they would’ve loved it too.” she knew who they were, and she tried to hold back her gasp of surprise and emotion, biting her lip hard with another nod, choosing to simply do that instead of speaking, fearing she’d break down during her shift. 
She excused herself once Penny was done, Rooster briefly squeezing her hand before anyone could notice it, dropping his hand on top of his thigh as she walked away,”...God I love her so much.” the young pilot shuckles, his cheeks flushing just a bit, warming the golden skin, “She’s just great, isn’t she?” his godfather nods, choosing to be silent and yet very amused by all this instead of voicing it. 
“She is Roos.” he agrees, then he pauses, “You do know there’s going to be a ball during Christmas week, right?” Rooster’s enamored expression turns confused, facing Pete who just laughs as if he couldn’t believe it either, “Something about the success of our mission and…a celebration.”
Oh. 
Rooster notices how Mav’s eyes lowered when he says it. Admiral Kazansky. His death was still pretty fresh in everyone’s minds - it has only been a few months after all - it made sense people would want to celebrate him even more, “Right. When is it happening?”
“According to Cyclone it’ll be on the 23rd.” Mav says, sipping his beer with a small frown, “Tom’s family will attend, it’ll be important.” he says softly, looking down at his glass. Bradley knew how much that affected him, he knew how much it hurt Pete when Admiral Kazansky died…and his attitude back then didn’t help at all. 
He scratches the side of his face, looking up at Beatrice’s retreating form with his eyes dropping down her curvy frame…she’d look amazing in a ballgown. Not only that, but he’d like to go and it’s one day before the Schiavoni’s Christmas celebration. He just had to talk to her about it but he had a feeling she’d accept, “I’ll talk to Bea, then I’ll let you know?”
Maverick nods, giving him a thankful smile and patting his shoulder, “Sounds great, Brad.” he says, “I’d appreciate that.”
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The Big 1972-77 Review Catalog
Now that we have succesfully rounded off the earliest games that are available on Nintendo platforms, it's time for a little overview.
Since there's only a limited amount of games this time around, I enjoy the idea of making a full top 18- so that's exactly what I am going to do. This format may change in the future, however I do plan on keeping up with having every review of a certain year linked into one post for ease of access.
I'm giddy though. This is somewhat based around the big review catalogues that that previously mentioned gaming magazine I used to read all the time had on a yearly basis as well. It had the grade, followed by the issue it was reviewed in and then a brief review. For the UK readers, y'all remember the 'best games per platform' section of the Official Nintendo Magazine too? Because that was also really cool.
Anyway. Let's rock.
The Bad
#18 Basic Math - Atari 2600
This is a very lame random math problem generator, which functions fine but lacks any semblance of fun. As a curiosity, i’ll call this one neat.
#17 Sprint 8 - Arcade
I don't get how they did it, but unless you get verrrrry lucky with a large circle of friends who love racing and extremely old video games, you're looking at a significantly worse product than Sprint 2.
#16 Street Racer - Atari 2600
It's something different to what i've seen before, but that doesn't mean it's properly enjoyable by any means. This game is easily the most forgettable of the 2600's launch. All it is, is playable.
The Mid
#15 Indy 500 - Atari 2600
There is undoubtedly some merit to this game: It feels better to play than Sprint 8 and the ease of access for quick 2 player matches may have made this a good pick at the time. For me though, no thanks.
#14 Star Ship - Atari 2600
For every cool thing it does add to the table in the launch lineup, there's another thing that draws my ire on this. It's absolutely not as awful as I thought it was in my first go around, but i'm not really keen on it either.
#13 Sprint 2 - Arcade
An inoffensive little racer that lacks oomph. I totally get why it was popular and it’s multiplayer is arguably fun enough, but it was quickly obsoleted by it’s peers.
#12 Pool Shark - Arcade
OK. Just… OK. This is one of THE games of all time. Completely average, with the only significance being that it was pooooossibly the first proper pool game around.
#11 Breakout - Arcade
It's hard to understate this game's importance. It's concept holds up very well, and i'm excited to try out this game's ports and sequels. It's a shame the hellish controls let it down, at least on Switch.
#10 Destroyer - Arcade
If i'm honest, I get bored of this one fast, even if the concept is solid and they went about it in a pretty unique way. They really made sure the overlay was pretty spectacular to look at.
#09 Canyon Bomber - Arcade
It's really okay, you get decent graphics and sound and the mechanics work as they should. If you find this arcade cabinet or play it on Flashback Classics, a neat little distraction is what you will get out of it.
#08 Dominos - Arcade
This is a very enjoyable game concept that definitely deserves it’s copycats (like this game), and the sounds in this one make me swoon. No high scores and extremely brief playtime makes this one of the LEAST bang-for-your-buck plays in the arcade at the time.
#07 Blackjack - Atari 2600
It’s a very solid outing of the card game, yet with the other console releases having extra graphical fidelity and it getting completely outclassed by later release Casino, I can’t exactly recommend it.
The Bronze Awards
#06 Air-Sea Battle - Atari 2600
If you have a friend who looooves retro games, you’ll have a good time for a bit, I can assure you. Singleplayer doesn’t hit the mark nearly as well, but the fact that it DOES exist is a godsend for 1977 standards.
#05 Surround - Atari 2600
Consider the HUGE improvement this is over the arcade game if you ignore the sound. 10 points to win a match rather than 6, more modes, more inappropiate blocky drawings- Dominos really doesn't hold a candle to it.
#04 Super Bug - Arcade
This is an excellent little racer for the time, with appealing graphics and fast gameplay that only makes you wish there were more tracks to slowly learn and practice in.
The Silver Awards
#03 Combat - Atari 2600
You cannot get much better at all as the first game most 70s and early 80s kids saw in their homes. I'd almost argue it's the best Atari 2600 game untill Adventure and Space Invaders come along- but let's not go that far yet.
#02 Pong - Arcade
An absolute classic from the dawn of video games. The massive legacy it has, the insane amount of Pong consoles from the first generation of video games that tried to copy the look and feel of it, yeah, yeah this one ticks a lot of boxes.
#01 Video Olympics - Arcade
It trumps Pong by having a better version of it included, even for single players. It's the quinessential second launch game to get after Combat runs out of steam. You'll never need to splash the cash on a Coleco Telstar ever again!
Final Remarks
Thank you all for supporting my adventure through video game history so far! Even with the bad games stacking up, it was still very cool to experience them for the first time and see what they were all about. No game has obtained the elusive Gold Award yet, but believe me, it's comin'. I'm especially excited for the early 80s as the arcades and even the Atari 2600 crack open their quality container.
See you tomorrow for the start of 1978!
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Kiru's Advent Calendar, Day 6 🖊
Today is the second part of the Smoke/Mute university AU that burns so slow you might not even notice it getting warmer (oops). Please enjoy! (Rating T, slice of life, ~1.5k words)
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The first week of a semester smells different – James can’t describe it, the mix of new beginnings and old fears, of friends he hasn’t met yet, of structure and effort and motivation. A month or two in, this feeling has subsided, but right now he’s drunk on sleep deprivation, comforting familiarity, friendly faces and topics to discover. His mind juggles several syllabuses with an idea of where he’ll do a presentation on what, when he’s going to study for which exam, which professor he’ll need to suck up to. It’s electrifying, his buzzing thoughts make him feel more alive than the prospect of moving in with his girlfriend. Today, he’s best friends with absolutely everyone.
“Were you at that party?”, Seamus asks while they’re making their way to the most daunting area on campus – the section reserved for the faculty for mathematics.
“When the chav had his nose broken, you mean? Of course, it was brilliant. I would say ‘should’ve seen his face’ but I think the pics made the round.” Somehow, it was always the aspiring lawyers who threw the best bash with the fanciest alcohol and most troubled people. Not James’ crowd either, though he relishes the conversations. Most of the attendees are at least interesting. “Why, you think I did it?”
The large Scotsman by his side flashes a grin. “You definitely could’ve.”
“So could you, you’re built like a fucking truck. If someone runs into your fist, sayonara to their consciousness.”
“I’m a gentle giant”, says the man infamous on the pitch for simply running through his opponents like they’re made of cardboard. “Everyone knows it’s the small goblins to watch out for.”
“Not saying I wouldn’t have liked to punch him, but Morowa would’ve killed me. Also, I don’t do anything unprovoked.”
“You two still together?”
Irritation rises up at the question. “Yeah. Why, you got a bet to lose?”
“If I had, I’d have long lost already.” Seamus side-eyes him. “You have to admit though, you two are pretty… different.”
James considers the fact that he’ll spend the evening crashing yet another event to which he’s technically not invited while Morowa will be busy organising a fundraiser for underprivileged schoolchildren. A fair assessment, sure. “We are. But she’s grand. No idea what she sees in me, must be enough to share her living space with me after a few months though.”
“Aye, that’s nice. Moving closer to campus then?”
“That, and away from toxic masculinity. I had the choice between doing the dishes or moving, and while I could name a few profs who’d salivate at the chance of discovering a new species of mould… it’s not for me. Why do guys think it’s a good idea to live together?”
“It’s fun as long as you don’t need to fill in the holes in the walls caused by overenthusiastic frisbee tossing.”
“Or uncontrollable video game rage.”
“Or homework-induced frustration.”
“I should’ve moved in with you back then, I bet you’re all reasonable.”
Seamus shows yet another smile. “I would make you clean up after yourself.”
“Not an option then, gotcha.”
The noise level rises sharply the second they set foot in the maths library. James has stopped being surprised once he figured out why this one operates by a different set of rules to all the other libraries: it’s more of a collaborative space than a place to study in peace, there’s always someone here who studies maths full time and can help the poor souls who are stuck on their last attempt at an exam deciding their future. Besides, the maths students oftentimes need to consult their seniors themselves, asking about lectures whose mention alone causes grimaces and words of sympathy. It’s a safe haven for everyone seeking counsel on n-dimensional spaces or probability distributions, or any topic obligatory for the other natural sciences.
James had to find out early on that chemistry requires quite a bit of maths.
Half of the library is actual shelves filled with dusty books which are either mandatory for lectures and therefore as tattered as they are sought-after, or a single student once needed a specific copy for their master’s thesis and so it’s doomed to remain forgotten for eternity. There’s little in between. Tables and chairs are scattered about the rest of the room, rearranged differently every time James is here, made to match the current study groups. Miraculously, food and drink is allowed as long as there’s no mess, and plenty of students take advantage of this fact to spend their lunch break here and catch up with friends and acquaintances.
Despite the context, despite the bad memories of all-nighters pulled to merely pass, James likes it here. It’s cosy.
The two of them split up to gravitate towards their own, Seamus merely delivering something to a roommate of his while James dives head first into his posse of chem buffs who immediately make some space for him at their table. Most of them are agitated about the requirements in maths III and animatedly discussing how to divvy up the work since they’re allowed to hand in assignments in groups of three. They’re not optional this time, the prof seems to have a hard-on for participation and not only checks attendance but also forces them to do his stupid exercises by making them a requirement for the exam at all. They need to get half the points at least to be allowed to take it.
“Seems like they’re sifting hard this year”, someone whinges, “I’m thinking about delaying my bachelor’s and taking the class next year. They switch profs, the other one might not have a stick up his arse.”
“I think it’s doable”, a girl pipes up and gets elbowed in the side almost immediately.
“But only because you’re sleeping with a maths genius.”
James raises his brows at the guilty giggle and can’t help but ask: “Yeah? Who’d you pull? Don’t tell me it’s the ginger, he gets all the good ones.” In a way, helpful maths students often turn into celebrities for the other disciplines, with people greeting and waving at them whom they don’t even know. Gossip spreads fast and James prides himself on being part of the reason.
“No, no, he’s sitting over there. The one marking exams.”
He follows the direction indicated with his eyes and lands right on a lad frowning down at a stack of papers, twirling a red pen between his fingers. He’s tall and half-Indian with serious bed hair, a cute face and nondescript clothes. In a way, he seems familiar until it finally clicks and James recognises him as the poor bloke who made the mistake of asking him about his training routine. Or something like that. “You mean him?”, he clarifies and points at the visibly frustrated guy.
“Nooo, not Mark! The one next to him!”
There’s someone else sitting at the table with a similar expression, absorbed in pretty much the same task. James has never seen him before, so his attention shifts back to its previous target. “Who’s he, then?”
“That’s Mark”, the girl replies as if James should be well aware of who he is. “Don’t you know him? He’s the one who doesn’t talk.”
“He doesn’t talk?”
“Yeah! He knows absolutely everything but won’t help you, even if you ask. I once had a super simple question and he wouldn’t even look at what I’d written. For some reason, the maths people like him. I don’t think he even does maths.”
“Mark?”, someone else joins their conversation. “Yeah, he’s in electrical engineering. But he does all kinds of other lectures for fun, he’s insane.”
James tunes out while the other two discuss how chemistry compares to engineering and watches Mark as he angrily scribbles out points which likely aren’t as numerous as they need to be for a passing mark. James is familiar with the concept. Remembering how vaguely friendly their last interaction was, he wonders whether he could show off a little and involve the social recluse in a brief conversation, cementing his own image as someone who knows next to everyone, and eventually decides that yes, what the hell.
Wordlessly, he gets up and saunters over to Mark’s table where his neighbour lifts his head to peer at him curiously, whereas Mark doesn’t even acknowledge his presence. At this distance, James realises he’s not as gangly as before, so either he’s been eating more, or he actually started exercising. The thought fills him with warmth and it’s not the pure joy of knowing he might’ve positively impacted someone else’s life, not only. It’s also partly because he feels eyes in his back and knows how great it’d feel to return to his people after having conversed with a god.
Well. Kinda like that.
“Hey”, he offers after Mark hasn’t so much as glanced up after two or three seconds.
Dark brown eyes meet his for a heartbeat and James thinks this is it, kneel before me everyone for I have tamed the shrew, and then Mark simply says: “I’m busy.” And goes back to his papers.
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“Told you”, grins the girl once he’s sat back down, his cheeks red with embarrassment, “he doesn’t talk.”
“Fair enough”, is all he replies and that’s that.
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HAHAH OMG I love that you tell your bf you’ve known Harry longer than him! I mean you’re not wrong?! And not 1D in your collage?! Honestly love that lol but aww omg it’s so cute that your classroom also has a bit of Harry too! I bet it’s adorable!
I love target too! I love spending there and it’s oddly relaxing for me even though in others stores I’m fighting for my life lol
Also HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW PICS OF HARRY?! He just looks so good 😭
Omg I use to LOVE Lizzie McGuire growing up and I would obsess over the Lizzie McGuire movie! And I was so down bad for Chad Michael Murray in Freaky Friday like he made my head spin as a child lol and I heard Noah on the radio the other day and I immediately thought of you! Also idk if you saw or anything but didn’t Noah cover Falling by Harry on an insta live??? I think I saw a clip of it??
I would say my music taste isn’t that broad or diverse soley bc once I find something I like I stick with it lol like the hyper fixating lasts a while lol or sometimes it’s just really obscure artists lol But I would say some of my faves would be Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey, The Marias, Laufey, Lorde and lately I have been obsessed with the song Tell it to my Heart by Taylor Dayne! I probably have more but like I said it’s just all over the place! Oh and there are some other artists that I listen too in Spanish! And I often listen to instrumental/classical music lol ITS A LOT lol
The dentist is a scary place and plus who wants a stranger looking in your mouth like?! I don’t blame you! But yay be proud of your growth!!! Even being a little less scared and more okay going to the dentist is such a win!! Also I didn’t know that 🐱 anon was responsible for the inspo of MADE TO BE, NEIGHBORS AND LIEK ZIPPER?!?!? THQTS SO WILD?!? But honestly so cool! I love all those stories so much!
And I could NEVER mind bestie! Literally do whatever you please!
And I’m sorry I didn’t reply sooner :( the universe HATES ME! Yesterday took my math final(that was something lol) and i had happened to get my period early :( AND I THINK IM GETTING SICK??😭 very sad honestly bc im not even done with all my exams :( ANWAYS the only plus side of yesterday was this hot guy who sat next to me and we got talking a bit 😌
i hope you’re okay! You know I always love talking with you!!!!
ALSO I SAW THE DING POST AND IM VERY EXCITED!!!!-💜
I literally have 4x6 photos of him on my wall at school and my students (who are INSANE and don't know who Harry is) at the beginning of the year are like "is that your bf?" and I usually tell them "in my head, yes" and point out the pics of my actual bf and they're like "he looks like Harry" and I'm "yeah, I have a type 🤭"
I would get married in the Starbucks at Target. That would be my ideal venue. For a honeymoon we would go to the clothing section.
I'll have to check out that song! and I totally know what you mean about diverse music tastes. I also stick to pretty much the same three things I really had to dig in the archives of my brain to get that info out for you.
Oh yes! 🐱 is my biggest Made to Be supporter! That's how I "met" her! I think she helped me continue the story--at least the last five parts minimum. Neighbors was entirely her premise and I just ran with it! One of the Zipper Extras I was totally stuck on and I think she had the idea of where I needed to go. She's a wealth of knowledge and help whenever I need it most 💕
I DID SEE THE PICS OF HIM. THIS version of him is the star of Ding 😊 He's delicious. So effortlessly beautiful I could scream. I'm glad you like the idea of Ding, I'm excited about it!
That's my bad bestie, we must have synced up via our telepathic connection. What a series of unlucky events on St. Patty's weekend no less. A math final, your period, and illness. You should get a lottery ticket, sounds like you'll hit it big. BUT A HOT GUY DO TELL MORE
I hope the rest of your finals go smoothly and I hope that you feel better ASAP. I'm doing alright. I need a mental health day. I'm spreading myself too thin but I don't think I'm going to get a real break until next next Friday the 29th 😭 but we'll see. Maybe I'm just being extra.
thanks for sending a message even when you're not feeling well. I hope the math final wasn't too bad, I would have given you all my good math vibes if I knew ahead of time but I'll do it retroactively just the same!
xoxo
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ambitiouspa · 2 years
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The Final Week + The Test
I took the MCAT on April 29, 2022.
AAMC FL #4: 506 (122/129/126/129)
I spent my final week taking another practice test (above) and reviewing it, and then mostly reviewing information I'd already learned, going hard at my Anki decks, watching KA videos, but also taking breaks. I didn't have a ton of motivation. I did spend a day dedicated to C/P and math review, with some help from my partner who took one of my practice Kaplan tests (just the C/P section) and pointed out some common thread and math tricks.
The day before the test, I was an absolute slug. I just laid in bed almost all day. I ate Chick-Fil-A (my favorite comfort food). I pet my dog. I did do a practice run drive to the testing center, which I do think was kind of helpful.
Test day, I arrived 35 minutes before start time and found a large crowd already waiting. I was the oldest person there to take the MCAT. By a lot. I wore my work jacket for good luck with my hospital's name on it, and some girl asked me if I went to the school. "No, I work there."
The guy working the front desk was super nice and tried to crack jokes to cut the tension. We were called up one-by-one (they had us take a number at the front) and they confirmed our ID and took a picture. Then you put your personal items, snacks, etc in a locker and got screened one last time before they took you into the test room.
They provided noise-canceling headphones, but I found they were quite tight, so I alternated between leaving them off, wearing them, and wearing some earplugs they provided. I learned some people are nervous clickers.
I took a little extra time on most of the breaks because I always have extra time anyways. I peed every time just so I could get out of the room. I paced around the waiting area and ate my snacks. I looked out the window at the sunshine. I told myself I was doing fine.
C/P - Hard. Which I expected. I didn't feel like my brain was awake for the whole section. I made a lot of guesses. None of the neat tricks my partner taught me came in handy, unfortunately. Afterwards, the subreddit was blowing up with people talking about how hard it was, so I can only pray for a curve. I hope for a 125, but I've scored lower than that on a practice test so who knows?
CARS - Brain still waking up for the beginning of it, but I felt it went well. It's always my easiest section. Hoping for a 129.
B/B - I started really getting into the groove of things. There were some questions I thought were really easy gimmes. There were some hard ones, too, but overall I felt good about it. Hoping for a 128. Maybe even higher?
P/S - Not bad at all. The subreddit was saying this section was super hard too, and calling it CARS 2.0. That's probably why I think I did well. Hoping for a 129, but maybe if others bombed it I could get bumped up? It would be so cool to crack 130 on at least one section.
So assuming worst case scenario of 123/128/126/127, I'd get a 504, the same score as my worst practice test. Assuming best case scenario of 125/130/129/130, I'd get a 514, my dream score. Realistically, I'm somewhere in between, which is a pretty decent place to be.
Now, onto the application itself!
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proteuus · 3 years
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hi guys guess who just failed the sat ✌️
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sluttywonwoo · 3 years
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study buddies || k.mg x reader
Pairing: frat!mingyu x fem reader 
Summary: studying for midterms with the guy you’re hooking up with goes exactly how you’d expect
Warnings: swearing, light smut (18+)
Word Count: 1.6k
a/n: reworked this old blurb originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark ) for my gf’s birthday :)) happy birthday @hotgirlmingyu
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You woke up to banging on your apartment door. Groaning, you rolled over to check your phone and saw that it was six am. You pushed yourself up and out of bed and padded into the kitchen to answer the door. You were surprised the relentless knocking hadn’t woken up your roommate, but she was a pretty heavy sleeper.
You yanked the door open to see Mingyu with a handful of textbooks. You squinted at him in confusion, wondering if you were seeing things. Mingyu had never been to your place before, you didn’t even know he knew where you lived.
His appearance startled you a bit. His hair was messy where it was usually slicked back or styled and he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him in anything other than khakis and a douchey printed shirt.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.
He frowned. “You said we should study for midterms together.”
You thought back to the last time you’d seen Mingyu. You couldn’t remember saying anything like that.
“Was I drunk?”
“Probably.”
“So why are you here?”
“To study. You agreed that we could help each other out.”
“Mingyu, I don’t even remember agreeing to that.”
“Well I’m already here,” he said and pushed past you into your apartment.
“Seriously? It’s Saturday.”
“Yeah, and midterms are next week.”
“Couldn’t you have waited until the sun was up?” you grumbled, mostly to yourself and shut the door behind him.
“We’ve got a lot of material to cover.”
You cursed under your breath as you watched him set up at your kitchen table, knowing you should probably study even though you desperately wanted to go back to bed.
You and Mingyu had met at a party at his fraternity and woke up the next morning tangled in the sheets of his bed. To say it was awkward would have been an understatement. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again, but to your horror, you saw him in your stats lecture on Monday and your mythology class on Thursday. This was a pretty big university. Why did the same asshole have to be in two of your classes?
As much as it annoyed you, you couldn’t stop thinking about Mingyu, and apparently, he was having a similar dilemma because every time you went out he seemed to be there, and every time you hooked up.
That was the extent of your relationship, though. You didn’t even speak to each other in class or at parties. The only time you talked was behind closed doors when one or both of you was naked. Even then you kept your guard up because you refused to let yourself fall for a frat boy with commitment issues who never wanted to be seen with the same girl twice. A boy who wouldn’t even talk to you in public.
But you couldn’t ignore the way your heart fluttered when he said your name as he was about to cum, or the way his lips felt against yours. He could be a total dick, but you’d also seen a softer side of him that he didn’t show many people. You forced yourself to forget about that side. It was easier that way.
“Okay, what are we starting with?” you asked with a sigh.
“We have the stats exam first, we should work on that.”
You made a face. Statistics was the harder out of the two for you. In fact, it was the hardest class you were taking this semester.
“I can’t believe I’m doing math before seven am.”
“You won’t be complaining when you ace the midterm,” he quipped, already working on a practice worksheet.
You watched him solve problems like he was checking items off a list. You knew he was good at statistics, but you didn’t know he was that good. Figures, a guy like him was good at pretty much everything. Everything except mythology apparently, because once you’d switched to that he was flustered and frustrated. You would quiz him on myths only for him to get every single question wrong.
“Mingyu, did you even read any of these?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Yes, y/n, I read every one. How do you think I passed all the reading quizzes?”
“Cheating?” it slipped out before you could stop it and Mingyu gave you a hard glare. You held up your hands defensively. “Just a joke.”
“I don’t think it was.” He licked his lips. “But for what it’s worth I read them all. I just can’t keep them straight.”
You sighed. You felt bad, but you were getting frustrated too. And not just because Mingyu wasn’t grasping the myths. This was the longest you’d ever spent together (at least while you were awake) and you hadn’t even had sex. He just smelled so nice and looked so cute when he was concentrating that you couldn’t help feeling a little impatient. You had been at it for hours, you thought you would’ve done it at least once by now. But Mingyu was more serious about studying than you thought. It was kind of admirable and kind of annoying.
“Okay well reread through the Egyptian myths and I’ll quiz you again.”
“Alright.”
He pulled out his reading packet and flipped to the section you took out your phone and scrolled through social media mindlessly as he read, but it quickly got boring. You wished Mingyu would take a break so he could rail you. He was still reading intently, but you figured a little distraction couldn’t hurt.
You started by taking your hair down from your bun and shaking it out so that it fell around your shoulders. You knew your shampoo drove Mingyu crazy and hoped it would have an effect on him today. He shifted his seat, but didn’t look up from the packet. Next, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. You’d never done something so domestic like this with Mingyu, but it seemed to work because he cleared his throat and adjusted his sweatpants.
“You know you could be working on math.”
You shrugged. “We already did stats for hours today. I think I’ll jump off a bridge if I look at one more differential equation.”
He fell silent and tried focusing back onto the reading, but you moved your hand to his thigh and kept it there as you continued to through twitter, not even reading what was on your screen.
“Stop that,” Mingyu muttered, making you jump a little.
“Why?”
“Fuck, because you’re distracting me. You look too hot right now.”
“I’m wearing pajamas.”
“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”
“Well what’s stopping you?” you asked lowly and nipped at his ear.
“Need to finish this,” he replied through gritted teeth.
“I can’t convince you to take a break?” You moved the hand on his leg up so that you were cupping him over his pants.
He shook his head. “After.”
You leaned over and kissed his neck, then his jaw, and felt him get hard under your hand. “If I have to stop what I’m doing you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”
“That sounds like more of a motivator than a deterrent,” you admitted. “I’ll suck you off,” you offered and hooked your thumb in the waistband of his sweats, trying to bribe him.
“If you let me finish I’ll eat you out,” he countered.
You straightened up. It sounded like a pretty good deal.
“Fine.”
A few minutes passed in silence and you were waiting patiently, typing up a rough draft of an essay you had due for another class when Mingyu groaned.
“What?” you asked, wondering if he needed help.
“Can you please stop that?”
“Stop what? I’m literally doing nothing.” You were genuinely confused now.
“Just- I don’t know you’re making it so hard to concentrate.”
“Am I making it hard?” You smirked.
“Very funny.”
“Would it help if I put a paper bag over my head?”
“Probably.”
“Come on, keep reading about Osiris.”
“I don’t want to read about Osiris anymore, he’s a dick.”
“The faster you finish the faster you can get off.”
“I thought you didn’t want to wait,” Mingyu pointed out, trying to deflect.
“I think I recall something about you going down on me if I let you finish reading.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, but didn’t turn back to the book. Instead, he continued to gaze at you with those big brown eyes. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“What?” You felt your cheeks get warm.
“I just really want to kiss you right now.”
You smiled and raised your chin, challenging him. “Then do it.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, savoring the moment.
When you pulled away, Mingyu’s eyes were dark with want and you could see that he was now fully hard in his sweatpants.
“How about I eat you out now anyway?” He suggested, leaning forward to kiss your neck.
You moaned and brought your hands to his hair.
“You trying to bribe me?”
“Is it working?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Mingyu stood and picked you up from your chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist again. He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth and smirked.
“Promise you’ll finish studying after?” you asked.
He considered it. “Does what we’re about to do count as studying mythology? Because it’s going to be legendary.”
You scrunched up your face in distaste. “No, I take it back. Put me down.”
Mingyu grinned. “Hey! You know no ones gives it to you as good as I do.”
“That confident are you?”
His grin turned into a smirk. “Is that a challenge?”
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blissfulparker · 3 years
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Screwdriver→T.H
Pairings: construction worker!tom x rich!reader
Summary: in the hottest summer London’s ever experienced, tom and his team are used to help build onto your house. Working for the richest family in London, he gets a view of their daughter by the pool every single day. New day, New Bikini. And when you’re looking for sun fun and he’s looking for a break, you two know right where to fine each other
Warnings: explicit smut: unprotected sex, sneaking around, rough, Dom!tom. bit of dorky tom and a cocky reader 
Wc: 2k
A/n: thank you to the wonderful @tommyunderoos for the amazing idea that boy I’m running so far with. No thoughts. Head empty. Just Tom using tools all day😩
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London's hottest summer day fell during the mist of June. Short skirts and crop tops made up your summer, letting loose and drunk every night was the best part. Or so used to be the best part.
While your summer was made up of fun, reckless adventures where you made a mess of everything, Tom cleaned it up. For his hands were all on deck for building the new section of your house for your family.
The name you hadn’t heard since high-school made a special summer reappearance. No longer was the boy scrawny, dorky, constantly fixed on his homework, but was now built and had a soft tan from the summer sun beating down in his skin. You never sought the boy out to be working in construction, for you always remembered him to be more brains than body but your father promised the team he was on was one of the best in town. They would get it done quick and fast and wouldn’t even bat an eye in your direction.
As you remembered tom differently, tom remembered you the same. Preppy-rich girl who was just a tad nicer than the rest. Still occasionally using him for his homework like the rest, you had at least told him ‘thank you’ and acknowledged him in the halls. He was just like every other boy, everyone wanted to fuck you but no one truly did for it was rumored you were a virgin all of high-school. None of that was his business but when he got the call saying the summer project was under your name he swallowed extra hard. Already imagining what you looked like now and how hard it was to control himself then. How hard it would be for now.
Working for you was one of his worst jobs yet. The physical work was fairly easy, your father only requested two extra rooms built on so the project would be over by late July the latest. But that wasn’t the problem, the problem was you sitting each day by the pool in a new tiny bikini. Taking advantage of the London’s sun right in front of his face. Rubbing sunscreen all over your body only made him wish his belt was looser around his pants. Oh how you would sometimes arch your back to stretch—
“Tom!” Nearly hitting his finger with the hammer so distracted, he pulled himself out of his daydream when he heard his brother's voice. “The screw!” He demanded annoyed watching him eye fuck the girl he hadn’t even spoken to yet.
“W-what?” He pretended it was the loud noise of the drill that distracted him but in reality everyone knew it was you.
“The goddamn screw! It’s inside! Go get it!” His younger brother at a higher distance than him, normally the two would’ve bickered for about a half an hour fighting who would move to get the screw. But Tom didn’t know if it was the summer heat or the baby blue bikini but he couldn't focus for the life of him.
The house was almost always empty, or just so large that the space the team took up was never a space the family wanted to be around for every time tom went in he could never find anyone who actually lived around there.
But the house was as big as his entire flat complex. You could so easily get lost in here.
“Fuck!” Tom cursed as he searched through tool boxes but never noticed you came into the room. Wearing the same bikini he watched you in outside, you wore a long unbuttoned-button down to cover yourself. Or at least try to.
“Everything okay?” Your voice angelic to his ears and makes him completely stop. Sure he grew, he was no longer the small boy but his shy heart around you remained the same.
“Huh? Y-yeah. Need a screw?” Why his words came out in such a questions was embarrassingly beyond him. You laugh at his words realizing how sexual they were beyond what he meant.
“No, I don’t need one. Do you?” You teased. The iced beer melted in your hand. The way your fingers tightly wrapped around the beer only worsened his thoughts of it being him—
“Y-Yeah, sorry. The tool of course. I need the tool—“ he hated himself for rambling so much. Making himself a fool in front of the girl he crushed on since high-school.
“I knew what you meant, I was just teasing tom.” His name fell off your tongue so effortlessly. His name. You remembered his name.
“You know my name?” What he thought was in his thoughts was said aloud.
“Yeah...you always helped me with my maths. Who would’ve thought that the boy so smart in maths but couldn’t do P.E. Ended up in a job like this?” As you hoped you were flirting, his face fell down a little remembering the high school years where he wasn’t like he was now. “Sorry, I just meant you were so smart—“
“This job includes math, don’t worry.” He has a pressed-lipped smile and looks away. You still stood in front of him with that tiny string bikini that he just wanted to pull apart. See just how sturdy that counter top was that you stood next to.
“Right.” Feeling as if you made a fool of yourself, you shift on your feet. “Well, I’ll let you get to it. Can I get you a drink? Water? Lemonade? Beer? It’s so hot outside you must be thirsty.” You offered and boy was he but not for water.
“I’d love a beer but technically can’t drink on the job.” He shrugs. You look down at the beer in your hand before holding it out, offering a sip to him.
“One sip won’t hurt. I’ll make sure to get you some water too.” You grew a smirk and he took the beer from you, his lips meeting where yours once were as he allowed the cold liquid to run down his throat. Giving him the boost he needed for the hour.
“Thanks.” Something about the thought of how his lips pressed against the lip of the bottle made you shift your legs. You felt yourself grow wet at the thought of his lips where yours once were and what else his lips could do.
“We should catch up sometime.” You said in a calm voice. The same nervousness he had when he found out he’d be working with you, grew strong as he nodded.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “We should.” Picking up the screw that was needed all along he didn’t know how long he would last standing near you. Another second would feel like another year going by.
Before he could get out though, you grab him by the arm. You always knew how flustered he got but you didn’t know it stuck years later. You remember when he would trip over his words while helping you in maths. Now you were both nervous of each other but knew what you both wanted.
“How badly do you need that screwdriver out there?” You set the beer bottle down. His arms so big in your hands, freckles painted down his shoulders, the tightness of the white shirt he wore that had marks all over it made you only want him more.
“I’m not sure, pretty hot out there the boys want to try and get done early so we can—“ His face was close to yours, lips so close you could almost lock them. He looks from your eyes to his lips before moving back a bit.
“Tom,” you cut him off. “I noticed every day you staring at me. I might’ve sucked at math in school but I’m not completely stupid.” You tell. He wants to touch you, god he wants to fuck you on this counter but he can’t. Not right now.
“They’ll notice if I’m gone for too long.” His voice airy and you move your hands to his waist to pull him into you.
“Then let’s see how fast we can be.” Your lips crash into his. His hands wrapping around your waist pulling you close. While his hands went to your waist yours pulled his face in more, making up for all the missed years.
“N-Not here.” He pulled back already out of breath. There was a bathroom close by, plenty of space, one that was open for the workers to use throughout the day instead of the port-a-potties outside.
Pulling you into the bathroom, he locked the door. Quickly having you against the bathroom counter. His lips pressing against yours as the belt of his tools drop to the floor.
“Waited so long for this,” he allowed you to kiss against his neck. “Ever since you started asking me for help fuck—“ with the slip of your finger, your binki top fell right before his eyes.
“Oh yeah? Why do you think I always asked you for help?” You tease as you only shut him up. His hand came to run his thumb over the tip of your nipple before you tugged at his shirt needing it off.
“Tom,” you moaned as paid no attention to your needs for his shirt but rather paid full attention in making you feel good. His lips pressing kisses down your chest until he takes each breast in, letting your hands run through his hair pushing him down more. “I need you, inside me.” You breathe out.
“So fucking hot.” He said more to himself as he turned you around.
Now having a view of both of you, you could see the mess you already made of his hair in the mirror as he took no time entering you. Giving you just enough time to adjust to his size before moving, your eyes fell close.
“Uh-uh,” he wraps his free hand around your neck and pulls you right into his chest. “Watch.” His eyes meet yours, his hand still loosely around your throat as he finds a steady pace to fuck you in.
You struggle to keep your eyes open as you’re fully nude in front of the mirror, only his shirt off but not enough time for his pants but he still made due. Thrusting his hips at a steady pace, burying his face into your neck pressing kisses as he pounded into you.
“Fuck Tom! Please!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming close so quickly. Your hand going down to your clit, he quickly moves it so that his can come down and finally watch you come undone for him.
“So fucking tight.” He threw his own head back before he felt you tighten around him. “Keep your fucking eyes open.”
“I’m gonna—I need to—“ you start to cry but he shakes his head only going faster.
“Not yet darling,” he looks at you in the mirror, how badly you want to hold onto him and use him to get off but you would have all the time in the world, later. Now he just needed you.
As you almost couldn’t hear him, his thumb rubs harder at your clit and he almost finally snaps you back into reality as his words loud.
“Cum! Now!” He nearly demanded from you and you did, coming undone under him as you felt your legs go weak and your eyes fall shut, not being able to keep them open as he caught his own high.
The two of you catching your own breaths, your hands planted on the counter trying to keep yourself up while he was still holding you, making sure you were okay.
You turn around, looking at the haze in his face and the glow in his eyes all caused by you. You let your fingers run through his hair once more before he hears the shout of his name.
“We should get drinks sometime.” You finally speak and he has a small smirk grow to his face. “When do you get off?”
“Well just five minutes ago.” He jokes, taking your innocent words and making them in a teasing manner. Your hand playfully slaps his chest. Reaching down to grab the bikini you came in with, you tie it back on with his help. “I get off at seven darling.” He kisses your cheek. His name called by his brother louder this time making him groan.
“I know a place we can go.” You bite your lip, you never saw this version of tom and couldn’t wait to see all of it.
“Oh yeah? The place I’m thinking of is closer to my flat.” He suggested and you almost whimper at the thought of a night with him.
He hears his name being called again and he lets out a groan.
“For fucks sake! Hold on!” He shouts, making you jump a little but get excited for tonight’s drinks.
“I think you need this.” You pull the screwdriver you see from his back pocket and hand it to him. He gives you a playful glare and reaches for the door. On the other side stands a curly redhead with a look that goes from angry to shocked when he sees you.
Tom doesn’t even pay the boy any attention as he walks past handing him the tool he needed all along.
“Found your fucking screwdriver.”
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taeovo · 3 years
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let me be by your side
fwb!taeyong; explicit smut; part 3
read part 1 and 2 here
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summary: best friend taeyong thinks you're really clueless, but it's okay, he likes you anyway.
word count: 4k
(an: hi!! i originally didn't have a part 3 planned that's why this took so long lol but y'all kept asking for it so idk maybe i want people to have a happy ending. also yes, y/n doesn't think too much. i wanted representation of dumb ppl who have no critical thinking skills <3 lmao. anyway, i hope u enjoy ur thorny (taeyong horny) hours and have a cool day babes ~~ )
Being friends with benefits with Taeyong was as easy as lying down on a summer’s day and feeling happy. The both of you were good at it; too good you think, to the point that you feel bad about it. It’s because Taeyong was always a generous giver, almost as if he got off to you getting off, which you didn't mind, of course. And you, you were cool and detached, or so you like to think. When whatever lewd variation of sex you experiment with is over, you withdraw, like you know you should, and Taeyong would kind of chase your retreating form with an expression he always had with you in that context. It’s one you never tried to find the name for, in fear of the burden that could come after learning.
But you never actually convinced yourself Taeyong could like you. Sure, he could be attracted to you since you are having sex. You have felt that pining for him as well. You’re also best friends at this point, so wanting to see him after a tiring class or buying sweet snacks for him is totally normal. It’s a by-product of a very healthy reaction to the relationship you both agreed to have.
You ran these things through your mind as you watch him study–like actually, really study– at the corner of the library floor you were in charge of. The months passed by quickly and you got reassigned to a new section. It was all the way to the 6th floor of a 7-floor building, so you were sure Taeyong didn’t study there just because he found more resources where you both were.
It’s because I’m here and we can have a hot library make-out session when we’re alone, you mused. Biting your lip, you shook your head from the ridiculous idea. Taeyong is a human and not a means to an end, you repeated in your head. Just because you were horny most of the time now, doesn’t mean you should think and act like a crazy woman.
Although, how couldn’t you? It felt like at the end of every week, you and Taeyong would fool around, get dinner together, and laundry your sheets because you refuse to sleep in a cum-stained bed. You couldn’t complain to him either. You liked watching Taeyong come the fuck out of his life, your name spilling from his lips, after you sit on him and gyrate as slow and as torturous for him as possible.
You definitely were going insane. You're imagining how Taeyong's dick felt inside of you while he was just innocently highlighting his notes. You sighed. You’ve become an awful friend and a maniac.
In the midst of your internal battle, Taeyong smiled softly. He knew, of course, of the conflicted feelings you’ve been having lately. It was all part of his master plan of getting you to like him. He’s managed to infiltrate your daily life and it’ll only be a matter of time before you realize that he belongs in it. He knew you were emotionally dense. He’d whisper how much he loved you on the crook of your neck and you’d have no clue because you thought he just had a dirty talking kink, and according to you, you don’t kink shame. So, since then, he just decided to be obvious. Sadly, no matter how shameless he gets, your head still thinks that the world is like a math equation. You’d never figure out he has a crush on you—can he still even call it a crush at this point?
That's why he even goes to this section. Hit two birds with one stone, in his opinion. He can study, use his school tuition well, improve his grades, and he can also watch you squirm in your seat for two hours before your shift ends and you ask him if he’s interested in the new arrival of books you have to sort through in the very quiet, very out of people's sight stock room. Like two proper fools in love, you both sat no farther than 10 feet away from each other, and yet the only thought that kept running in your imaginations are of each other.
After an hour and forty-five minutes, just on time, Taeyong watched you rearrange your booth, which signaled that your shift was about to end. He started packing up, too. He was silently doing so, when a girl he didn’t know, bleach blonde , doe-eyed, and adorable, to say the least, sat down in front of him. Mildly flustered, Taeyong looked at her directly, eyes wide in confusion. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“Yeah, you can. I’m Daseul. We have Communications together. You remember me? I usually sit behind you,” the girl replied. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and continued. “I was just wondering if you’d like to study some time? Together?” Daseul flashed a grin and placed a hand on his forearm.
Involuntarily, Taeyong chuckled. She was really brazen. Brave, but kind of shameless. He grabbed her hand and replaced it back to her side of the table. "Uh, thanks but I'm good. I have someone I'm seeing, if that’s what you're implying. Sorry,” he replied.
Daseul gasped softly and shook her head. "My bad! Of course you’d have someone. I just wanted to shoot my shot,” she trailed off, beginning to become awkward, “Thanks for letting me down easy." She thumped on her forehead lightly and smiled shyly at Taeyong. Taeyong, finding the situation humorous, smiled back. Daseul stood up, but before leaving, she took Taeyong's notebook, scratched some numbers down, and slid it back to him.
Daseul fiddled with the strap of her bag. "Call me if that doesn't work out."
Taeyong shook his head. "Don’t count on it. I really like her.”
"Hey, you never know." Daseul giggled and hurried away. Taeyong felt elated, like a new man. It’s what happens when someone finds you attractive enough, even with the possibility of rejection. He smirked at her and watched her leave. He read the numbers, tore the page off, and crumpled it up. He had better things to do and telling you this funny story was one of them, hoping that maybe a tinge of jealousy could sprout in your heart somehow. He looked towards the direction of your booth and found that you weren't there anymore. Thinking that you went ahead of him, he proceeded downstairs and waited by the exit.
Ten minutes later and still no sign of you, Taeyong took out his phone to call you.
"Taeyong? Why are you calling me?"
"What? Hey, where are you? I thought we were going somewhere?"
"Oh, no, you don't have to do that anymore. We're good."
"What?"
"It's okay. I have plans of my own. Have fun with yours!"
The call abruptly ended and Taeyong spent the next few minutes staring at his phone and backtracking the conversation. He tried to be understanding but you weren’t really the type to suddenly cancel plans—plans that were very near and dear for the both of you. Taeyong felt bummed out but he retreated back home. Maybe you were just tired and was having an introvert night-in. He wanted to see you though. Oh well.
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It wasn't long until Taeyong realized he hadn't spoken to you in a week. It started out with you being a bit too busy and him being preoccupied with a few things as well. But for some reason, he can't catch you on your shift when he did have a day off. When he sent texts, you always answered in this vague way that automatically made him think you don't want to be bothered. And who is he to do so? In a very Taeyong like way, he just suffered by himself, or waited it out, in his own words, for the time that you come back around. Maybe it was a bad week or maybe you were just not in the mood or maybe, but God forbid, you had a date with someone. He wasn't sure how he’ll react to it but when he thinks about his long game, his plan to keep you by his side for a long time, he would settle for anything, even enduring the thought of other people being as close to you as he was.
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One fine day, two and a half weeks after your last proper conversation, Taeyong decided that he’ll just get it over with. Whatever the cost, before some charming philanthropist type or whatever sweeps you off your feet, he'll just get it over with or die trying. He’ll just bribe your roommate, ask her to make you come home and let you two have some privacy, and camp in your dorm room because eventually you’ll have to come back, then have mind-blowing make-up sex to whatever caused you to part like this. He wasn’t sure actually, but after days on end of racking his brain, he surrendered and like a lost puppy, found his way back to your place.
His plan proceeded as he thought, because your roommate was so forgiving and enjoyed a good bribe. Taeyong bought a giant stuffed bunny in case you were mad and set it on your bed. At least, he thought, something of mine can always be with you. Taeyong sat on your bed, fiddling with his thumbs, uneasy in his stomach. He kept petting the bunny’s head and eyeing the door. Does he miss you? Is that why he's this nervous?
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About twenty minutes passed when Taeyong heard your door unlock. He’d taken a short nap and his mind was whizzing with excitement. Again, how much he liked you was so childlike, it was comical. You were surprised to see him there and he bolted upright, wordless, as you approached him. You looked pretty, in a plain sweater and messily done braid, but maybe it’s because it’s you, that’s why even in such a simple state, he can’t do too much thinking.
“Oh? Taeyong? Why are you here? Is that yours?” you asked, pointing to the stuffed bunny, voice calm and steady, as if nothing was wrong.
“No, it’s yours now. Do you like it?” he started.
You nodded. “I’ll keep it, okay? Since you brought it here. Now, explain? Why are you here?”
“Are you avoiding me?” Taeyong blurted out.
You placed your bag on the ground and furrowed your brows at him. “Uh…yeah? Isn't that our deal?” You took off your sweater and was left with a thin white inner shirt. You sat on your roommate’s bed opposite yours and Taeyong, trying not to be distracted with how see-through he’s imagining your shirt was, stood his ground.
“What deal? What are you talking about?” Taeyong questioned.
“Our arrangement? You know, the rules we talked about. Don’t you remember? We agreed that if someone special came into the other's lives, we'll just stop,” you said, increasingly becoming as confused as Taeyong was.
“What? Y/N, what could have warranted us not seeing each other for this long. What someone special? I haven't spoken to you in almost three weeks, thinking that I upset you, somehow. I was about to go crazy. I have gone crazy. Do you know how much time I spent just waiting for you at the library, at the cafe we go to, at your college building, even when I don't have classes there!” Taeyong ranted, pacing back and forth the small area.
You looked up at him. “Why did you do that? And also why didn't you just text me?”
“I did! And you replied, "Alright cool" after 10 messages. Messages of desperation, might I add! I started overthinking and—”
“Taeyong,” you cut him. “I just didn't think you'd want your girl to see me! Chill out, man!”
Taeyong whipped his head towards you. “My girl?”
“Yeah, the girl from the library. The cute one,” you replied.
“Is that what this is about?”
You frowned. “Is it…not? I saw how you looked at her. I was pretty sure you were about to leave together, so I just…kind of let you. She was touching you and everything. I totally respect that, whatever you two have. But honestly, it would've been nice if you gave me a heads-up, that you were seeing someone and someone pretty at that!” You laughed. “And I was kind of bummed about it too because I thought, well, we also had plans that night. Or did we? Was that just me? Anyway, you seemed really affectionate with each other and you know, a deal's a deal. I don't want to abuse you any longer for my selfish needs. Um…” you trailed off. “It was really fun while it lasted though. But I think you don’t want to do it anymore and I don’t want to keep taking advantage of you.”
“Y/N,” Taeyong started.
“I mean, you probably also enjoyed it, but let’s be honest, a lot of it was for my sake, wasn’t it? So, I kind of feel bad because I don’t think it’s a fair trade."
Taeyong breathed deeply. “You abused me? Take advantage of me? That's how you saw it?”
You were puzzled as Taeyon'g's demeanor changed. “Taeyong...why do you seem really upset right now?” you asked.
Taeyong wasn’t just upset. He was infuriated. He was almost boring holes on your face—your pretty but clueless face—from how he stared at you. “You really don't get it, do you, Y/N?”
You blinked.
Taeyong sat on your bed, your knees almost grazing each other’s, his gaze not once withering. “There's no other girl for me than you.”
It was a confession. You knew that, but for some reason, you weren’t surprised. Like a story you once heard now being retold to you, you could only let the truth, now revealed, simmer in the space between the two of you. “But that girl you were with. Aren’t you guys a thing? Wasn't it…?”
Taeyong leaned forward. “What you thought you saw...that’s nothing compared to how you make me feel.” He placed a hand on your knee and was silent for a while. “I was in agony for days and you were here, thinking this nonsense?” He chuckled.
Taeyong rubbed your knee with his thumb. Your breath labored and you felt hot all of a sudden.
“Y/N, I’ll use my words clearly, so listen well,” he spoke tenderly. “I like you, since the day we met. It’s shallow, I know, but as I spent so much of my time with you, so much of my body, and who I am, I couldn’t help but keep liking you, to the point that it pains me to see how dumb you are to not have sensed any of this.”
“Hey…” you tried to argue.
“I’m having a moment, okay,” Taeyong remarked, but as his big, pearly eyes scanned your face, his hand found its way to yours. “I won’t trouble you if you don’t like me that way. But let me stay like this with you. Even as a friend, I won’t mind. Smile at me like you’ve always had. Don’t be conscious or hesitate when you’re with me. Just be as you always have been. It’ll be awkward after this, but I hope you at least let me have that,” Taeyong resigned.
You couldn’t move. You were focusing on Taeyong’s words, yes, but you were also increasingly aware of his exposed knee situated between your thighs and the warmth pooling in between your legs. The soft curve of his palm and yours cradled inside it made you look down. Your entangled fingers laid on top of your right thigh and in a flash, you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed Taeyong’s face and married your mouth with his. Without warning, you licked his tongue and pushed him on top of your bed, having the decency to not do it on your roommate’s.
Taeyong was surprised, to say the least. He was so swept up by his own emotions that he forgot how tenacious you were sometimes. He smiled into the kiss. You were always impatient and this time, he was thankful you were. Already ahead of him, you pushed up his shirt and undid your bra, flinging it to the side before he even could come to his senses.
“Y/N,” he whispers. He lifted the both of you higher up on the bed and continued to suck on your lip, his bad habit that you secretly enjoyed. You ran your hands from his jaw, to his neck, down to his shoulders. You kiss him once more and pulled away, “Why did you make it sound so sad?” You kissed his chin. “I felt like a horrible person because I roped you into this and you were always so—” you kissed the side of his mouth. “So caring of me. I thought I didn’t deserve that and it made me feel bad.” A kiss on the nose. “So bad, Taeyong.” A kiss on the lips.
Taeyong drowsily listened to you. “All you had to do was tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.
Taeyong kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, the top of your chest. “Didn’t want to lose you, lose this,” he murmured into your skin.
You kissed his temple and adjusted to straddle him. You lift his face up to meet yours. “I’m sorry I took so long. Maybe I am dumb.” You smiled. Taeyong’s heart fluttered. He stopped being able to process whatever was happening since his knee crisscrossed with yours. He’s on auto-pilot. “Thank you for waiting. I’m here now,” you said softly, as if it was the biggest secret, and your only job was to tell him.
Taeyong grinned widely, all boyish and excited, and for the first time—first official time, you knew you fell for Taeyong. You had a crush on him now. Taeyong went back to your chest and placed a tender kiss on your nipple. While his fingers played with the other, he grazed his tongue over it and swirled it around his mouth. His unoccupied hand traveled between your thighs and you spread your legs for him like it was the most natural thing in the world. That’s how he knew his plan worked. This was so normal to the both of you, you fell open to his touch. But if only he knew then that all it would take was a moment like this, then he wouldn’t have wasted so much time and suppressed so much of himself because he didn't want to lose you.
You pulled away from him to shimmy out of your pants. Taeyong laughed and took it as an opportunity to get a condom from the side drawer.
“Nope, not yet,” you told him, standing in your panties. “Me first.”
Taeyong was amused as he watched you pull down his joggers. You crouched on your bed and touched his dick. He leaned on the wall for support. Taeyong was delirious from the sight of you pushing his dick down your throat. You’ve mastered it already, in his opinion. On top of being perfect for him, you also fight against your gag reflex. Even when he doesn’t push it, you insist on getting him as far back as you can. This can only result in Taeyong’s utmost pleasure; one of the times he can convince himself you like him too.
Wait, you already do, he remembered.
He suddenly felt so alive. He looked down fondly on your head bobbing up and down his length when he got the sudden urge to feel your heat. He stopped you and before you complained, he hoisted you up on the bed and kissed you, deeply, sincerely, as if he still wanted to tell you how much he liked you through it. You liked kissing, so his ardor was welcomed. Taeyong’s right hand went back to your clothed core and teased it through your panties, feeling it grow wetter and wetter.
“Baby…” you cooed. Eyes closed, you peered down to watch his fingers. Taeyong smiled and tugged the panties down. He caressed your thighs before pressing his knuckles on your clit. After massaging it, earning a few erotic exhales from you, he slipped two fingers easily and pumped at a rhythmic pace. Soon enough, you felt vibrant all over your body. You kissed Taeyong’s neck repeatedly, biting and nipping, as he savored the sensation of your slick center drenching his hand, the heat almost radiating.
“Taeyong, now, now, now,” you whined. “Please get inside me now.”
“Always so impatient,” he remarked. Taeyong took the condom from earlier and struggled to open it. You grabbed it and swiftly rolled it down his length while he watched you in amazement. Having sex with you was always the most entertaining for him.
“You want me to ride you?” you proposed. Taeyong shook his head. “I want to romantically do this, so we do missionary,” he replied. You laughed, trying to remove the sudden bout of nerves. Tonight was, in fact, the first time you will do it not as friend, but as people who are in love.
Love, you hummed. It feels so new in my mouth.
You still weren’t sure what that meant and if it is what you felt exactly, but it’s what Taeyong acted with as he gazed in your eyes, his dick almost inside of you, making sure that he can do with this moment whatever he wanted. You placed your hands on his back and pushed him towards you. He kissed you first, and then he filled you. You gasped, which is why he kissed you. He liked it when you did it, conflating his ego in ways only you can. He started immediately, minutely at first, but then he plunged strongly as soon as he felt the build-up of his orgasm start.
You were grateful you were so turned on, because it hadn’t even been that long since Taeyong pumped his size in and out of you when you felt electricity running up and down your arms and legs.
“Y/N, open your legs wider.” Taeyong raised one of your legs over his and drove into you. You were seeing colors and in every shade, Taeyong was in them. Hearing his name like a cry from your lips, Taeyong kissed every part of you he had access to and though his hips were straining, his thighs burning from his own pace, he kept going, determined to make you come first, so he can watch what he does to you.
“Oh my god, that’s so good,” you moaned. “Taeyong, please, I—”
Taeyong sped up, all caution thrown in the wind, he can see every contour of your pleasure drawn on your face, while ignoring his own, he sent you to your orgasm. You felt your whole body tighten. Hazily, you focus on Taeyong’s hair sticking on his forehead. With a few more thrusts, you unraveled. You melted on your bed, shaking from your climax as Taeyong chased after his.
“Y/N, look at me. Look at me,” Taeyong requested, and you do. “Call out my name.”
“Taeyong,” you said without hesitation. “Taeyong. Taeyong. Taeyong.”
He had his eyes shut as he kept roughly thrusting. “Taeyong. Taeyong. Taeyong,” you repeated. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me.” With your velvet voice echoing in his ears, he pulled out and came so much into the condom. You soothe him as he struggled to find his breath. You tilted his chin to kiss him, and he pushed you down your pillow into a sweet embrace. It was nothing new, the scene you were in, but it felt like succeeding, like winning for the first time.
Taeyong inhaled the smell of sex on your skin. He pulled away to look at you. “You won’t leave me?” he asked. You bit your lip and shook your head. “Nope,” you replied with a coy smile.
“Do you consent to dating me?” He asked earnestly.
You laughed. “Why say it like that?”
“Do you?” he repeated, burrowing his face into your neck, his voice muffled by your hair.
“Yeah, I do,” you responded softly.
Taeyong rolled to your side and pulled you in to cuddle. He was beaming, even brighter than the lampshade, next to him. “Since now you are my girlfriend, can you call me your boyfriend?” Taeyong implored. You hummed and batted your eyelashes at him, refusing to give an answer.
Taeyong got nervous for a second and his expression became serious. You could read the entire transcript of his thoughts on his face. Before he actually frets, you kissed him. “Boyfriend, must you worry like that?” you teased.
Taeyong giggled. “Because it’s you, yes.” Taeyong pecked your cheek and brought you into a tighter embrace. In the end, it didn’t really matter how much he waited for you. It was this end he was going to get to, that’s why it was alright. Lee Taeyong still had you by your side. Nothing has changed, and perhaps to him, that's all he really needed.
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A Cure for Insomnia CH 1.
This is a reader insert I originally started posting on AO3. I’m cross posting here because I know some of the fandom still lives here.
Quick Disclaimer:
This is a fic I'm writing for my own comfort.
I was inspired by RaeBees (you can check out their works over on Quotev and AO3), and how they characterize the "proxies". Having always seen the characters different than most of the fandom I've interacted with I never really shared my thoughts until now. This work is only placed in the Creepypasta tag so it reaches its demographic. However, I am fully aware of the fact that no main character is considered a Pasta.
It may also appear to lean more Toby X Protag in the beginning but end goal is protag with all three, and Brian and Tim already in a relationship. How I picture it now is a slowburn but Toby and Protag will be in a friends with benefits relationship before either has any feelings, so I think that counts. Some may be confused by the asexual protag tag but it'll be explained in story, as an Ace myself I get frustrated with media that only show one version and say it goes for us all. That being said I don't represent the whole Ace community but I hope to provide a bit more representation for some others out there.
Protag will be depicted as agender, and will have a few tics that stem from their Autism. Again I don't speak for any others with Autism but I hope to provide some representation for those in similar positions.
Tags will be updated as the story progresses. Canon-Typical violence and mental health issues are to be expected if you feel uncomfortable with those aspects I advise you to not engage. This story will also have a lot of NSFW themes and scenes so I highly discourage anyone under the age of 18 from viewing this work. You will get warnings on chapters with NSFW and I will make it skippable as well.
I'm also very nitpicky and gave the main characters birthdays just because it irritates me when it gets mentioned once and you have to do the math or imagine your own conversation when a birthday was too close to a character's.
Tim January 1st, home state Alabama
Toby April 28th, home state Virginia (saw this years ago no clue if it's accurate)
Protag May 13th, home state Virginia
Brian May 23rd, home state Alabama
Connor the service dog July 18th, home state Kentucky
I've referred to Protag as Protag here but in story they're referred to as YN.
Everything felt impossibly dull; your senses, the dark room you're currently in, the noise coming from the fan just to the left of the bed on which you laid. Turning to the window beside your head you stare out into that weird midnight summer sky. More of a gray than a true dark blue night, cast in an orange glow that made the night seem closer to day than it truly was. While the time was just half past twelve, you felt it may have been more accurate to say it was closer to four in the morning.
You're exhausted but that true sort of exhaustion where whatever energy you have left buzzes all around. It consumes your entire being, dances between being deafeningly loud in your ears to giving you twitches in your legs. You'd laid down hours ago thinking you'd be tired enough to sleep once your tics started to spasm in closer intervals, but to no avail were you able to rest. That buzzing preventing you from dreamland. Maybe the hum of your body was right, you didn't really need to sleep, you just wanted it to feel normal.
Knowing the battle had already been lost you push yourself off the bed and grab a pair of shorts off the floor. Slipping them on you contemplate your options for the night. Going into town was out since it was Sunday...well Monday now, but there would be nothing but bars open and you were never one for drinking. And as fun as a drive sounds right now, you feel the buzzing in your bones grow stronger, you need to move. A late night hike should keep you occupied, with it being so quiet and the middle of the night you wouldn't even have to take your headphones to cancel out the sounds of other people, you aren't likely to run into many people tonight.
Deciding on a hike you grab a mask and car keys and make your way to your yellow Kia Soul. A going away present from your parents that they gave you the moment you got your driver's license after your 24th birthday. Having anxiety throughout your life you'd never been in the head space to start driving till later on, and while you still don't enjoy driving you are pretty good at it even with your “late” start. Surfing through radio stations as you let the car warm up you find your latest obsession, it's a conspiracy theory podcast that someone in Kepler managed to blast through the limited air ways of the town. Impressive considering Kepler was in a radio quiet zone and even cell phones couldn't work in the small town, luckily you lived just outside of the zone so you could send texts and call your parents every weekend.
It seemed today's episode was a rerun, Mothman: Murderer, Man, or Myth. It was actually one of your favorites, the paranormal stories tended to be more entertaining than hearing about how a man could murder sixteen people while working as a cop ruining evidence to lead the others off his trail. Humans could be more vial and cruel than any little gray alien from the future or tall Fresno Nightcrawler could ever be. And they weren't as entertaining to hear about, nor were their exploits as impressive. You could always see patterns, either connecting clues first or finding connections no one else saw, it was never hard to tell where a certain case would lead so you'd always end up disappointed in humanity when they overlooked such obvious clues. Though that often led you down a path of deep diving for information to see just how obvious it was, more often than not you'd find that the most logical conclusion was shady public officers. After investigating so many cold cases you're sure if you're ever in trouble you'll never involve the police, in the end they'd probably just ignore you and rule your case closed if anything ever did happen to you.
'I'd haunt them if they did.' You decide and you shift gears and begin driving to the Monongahela National Forest, as the timeline of Mothman sightings and events play out before for your ears.
Instead of going through town and possibly loosing the signal of the show, you drive on the old dirt road that runs along the very edge of the town, partially covered in trees. This over grown road is the main reason Kepler doesn't see many visitors, the second someone makes their way onto it coming off the interstate they floor it until they see civilization. Over the few months you've been here you've nearly been run right off the road by spooked tourists, trying to escape whatever ghouls their wild imaginations created. The only real thing on this road was a mini mart gas station, and even though it was shady as hell the cashier didn't bug you too much when you came in in the dead of night. Plus they had a cat, how could you not stop in and say hi to little ole Magnolia?
Speaking of which you should probably get a drink for your hike, you could already feel your throat drying out. Turning into the parking lot you're happy to see no other cars around, putting your face mask on you make your way inside. As usual the store is dead at this time, and Ronnie is manning the desk. What's unusual is the man also behind the counter, he has dark brown hair that he's tied into a small and low ponytail, thick sideburns frame his face. You immediately take note of the slight imperfections of his face, most would see the slit in his eyebrow as following the current trend or even just a genetic thing, but you can see the slightly off color of a healed scar that starts just above his eyebrow and ends mid eyelid, he has a few smaller discolorations on his crooked nose, you'd guess he's had it broken at least twice.
Briefly taking a glance to his brown eyes before looking away, today is not an eye contact day. Nodding in their directions, the best acknowledgment you can give right now, you make your way to the freezers. From the freezer section you can hear Ronnie “explain” you.
“That's YN, a regular mainly at night though. A bit skittish and rarely ever says more than 'thanks have a nice day'” Even though she's whispering you can hear everything. Including the high octave her voice takes to mimic you, it feels more like mocking.
If being mocked hadn't already put you on edge the eyes boring into you have. The eyes may not be roaming over your body but the icky crawling of your skin sure makes it feel that way. The feeling of being put under a microscope has always made you sick, the stares, the leers and sneers, and the judgment just makes you want to implode on the spot. Cease existence, be swallowed into the abyss. You're about to set yourself into an anxiety attack with all these thoughts.
'Mask, mask, mask' you repeat over and over in your head, it's the only thing you can focus on. You are wearing a mask, there is one thing they can't perceive, the face is the most important for humans to perceive, your mask protects you.
Without looking you pull a water bottle from the cooler. You don't think you like this brand but the sports mouth makes up for it, and you can't focus enough to grab another. As the imaginary spiders crawl their way under your skin and your breath hitches you make your way over to the counter head down, never looking up at the employees beyond the counter. Your vision is blurring in time with the beating of your heart, you can't tell if it's due to nerves or from being up for five days in a row.
“Hey YN, how're you?” Ronnie asks, her tone is different from the past times you've been in. It's higher and has a lilt in it that you'd expect from a teasing friend. But Ronnie isn't a friend and has never spoken to you like this, you hate it. You nod to politely move on with the process, between the crawling of your skin and the buzzing underneath it you feel sick. And you're now very aware of the existence of your eyelids, you try to focus on ignoring that awareness. You need to move.
“Hmm, that's good. Anyway this is Tim! He's just started so go easy on him.” you hear the sound of a hand hitting fabric and assume she's patted Tim's shoulder as she introduced Tim to you. Why was she doing this, what purpose could introducing you two have? You nod again, was anyone going to ring you out?
“Hi, this all?” a deep voice asked, it isn't extremely deep more of a standard baritone that has a slight raspy quality, probably a reformed smoker. You don't smell cigarettes currently so he could've quit after years. Unfortunately despite your efforts to stave them off your blinking tics emerge. Making it difficult to keep your eyes open for longer than a nano second.
Startled and ticcing you look up and catch his eyes, you see pity in them, before casting your glance back to the counter. You can never tell what's worse people seeing you as weird or seeing you as something needing to be fixed. Nodding again, Tim tells you the total; a dollar fifty eight, and you hand him two dollars from your wallet.
Tim doesn't ask if you want the receipt or a bag, he prints out the receipt and hands you your change. The change goes immediately into the cat food fund for Magnolia. She got diagnosed with diabetes about a month ago and having worked in shelters and pet stores you know just how expensive her prescription food is. After folding the receipt into your wallet, Tim gently slides the water bottle over to you.
“Have a good night.” he says it so low and gentle, as if he thinks you'll shatter in front of him. As kind as the gesture seems, you aren't that fragile...or maybe you are if you have to keep repeating 'mask' over and over in your head to ground yourself. With a final nod you turn and make your way to the door, and just as you open it you hear Ronnie call out.
“Awwww, c'mon YN at least say 'Hi' to Tim.” You really don't like how she squeaked out 'hi'.
Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself, you'll show them both you can do this simple task. Even if you can't stop blinking long enough to see straight. Once you've steadied yourself you turn and look at Tim. He's sending you a look that says 'You don't have to' all that's missing is a slow head shake to complete his unease with this “peer pressure”.
But you can do this you can say 'Hi, Tim.' Two words super simple, nothing complex like 'Hi, Tim, nice to meet you.' and so much better than the option of your next meeting saying 'Hi, Tim. Sorry for spazzing out the other night.'. Yup you can do this just breathe, you open your mouth and...and you've forgotten what to say. Looking like a deer in headlights, well at least the tics stopped, you say the first thing that pops in.
“Mask.” You've said it loud and clear both cashiers heard you.
Tim stares with wide eyes and you see Ronnie failing to hide her laughter. Out of all the ways this could've gone this was probably the best outcome for her. The blinking has started up again, this time growing more frequent. You can't even hold your eyes open, to the two cashiers it must look like you're in pain or crying. And while you want to die of embarrassment, crying is a bit of an extreme for you.
So with red face and the inability to see you leave through the door, and try to make your way back to your car. Once in you lock the doors, switch the car on, and rest your head on the steering wheel. Out of every way this stop could've gone, being perceived by a new comer and Ronnie was not what you expected. While this hadn't been the worst five minutes or so of your life, it definitely would be another thing keeping you up at night for the next twenty years.
Calming down in the cool quiet dark of your car your slowly brought back to the world by the beginning of a new episode. This one talking about the Tailypo legend. A favorite story of yours from when you were a kid living on the coast of Virginia. So with yet another deep breath and the wave of nostalgia, you pull out of the parking lot and slowly coast down the old dirt road. Heading yet again for the Monongahela forest.
It's nearly two in the morning when you roll up to see an RV parked by the forgotten entrance of the park. It isn't surprising at all to find an RV out here since the Monongahela Forest is one of the most beautiful parks you've ever been to. You also don't think anything of them being parked by this unused entrance because you use it all the time since finding it accidentally. Figuring they just wanted to camp and be left to their own devices rather than use the RV sites and be bothered with other campers here for the summer.
Climbing out of your car you notice the RV isn't new by any means but it isn't a total rust bucket either, looks like it's been passed around throughout the years. There isn't anything to suggest it's been here a while, nothing left set up outside, must have just gotten into town then. You do happen to notice dog tracks around the sandy dirt you've parked in, good to know they have a dog before you slammed your car door. Closing the door gently behind you so you don't startle a pup and wake up it's owner or owners, you make your way through the woods. No real direction in mind, with no real thought in your head. Just the thought of moving and to keep on moving.
You could walk the same path every time you came through and always find something different. In fact that's exactly what happens, you're almost positive that you've deepened the imprint of the path just from walking through several times a week. Following the same winding path you usually do, climbing over the fallen tree, and through a scattering of blueberry thicket's you find yourself on the edge of one of the forest's many streams. It's your favorite spot in the forest so far, and about as far as you've gotten considering these hikes of yours take place during the dead of night.
The wind picks up and sends a chill through you, taking that as a sign you slide down to sit by the stream. Vans placed to your side as you sink your feet into the cool water. It's peaceful out here, so cool, and quiet, save for the slight noises the stream makes, various bubbling and drips. You try to think on things like your recent move, your job, the embarrassing 'mask' incident, just life in general. But you can't seem to form a single thought, this happens a lot, you've recently been conscious of the fact that you've been running on auto pilot for the past two months, hell a lot longer than that. You think everyone must get like this from time to time, but you think you've always been this way. Keen to dissociating and slipping in and out of existence.
It's quite nice really, except for the times like right now where you'd love to figure out why the silence in your head is so painfully loud. The more you think on it the louder it gets and the stronger the buzzing under your skin feels. And right now the static in your mind has been getting louder and louder for the past few minutes. You feel your head jerk to the right of it's own accord, moving back in place it happens for a second time, and then a third, then jerks up, before jerking a forth time to the right effectively cracking you neck.
“There we go.” you mumble, you can relax a bit as the verbal tic indicates the end of this round of tics.
Sighing you look at the sky...that can't be right. The sky has been painted it's fresh baby blues for the day, but again that can't be right. You just got to the stream, that path is a thirty minute walk meaning it should be just about two thirty in the morning, but the sky suggests it's five or six at the latest. Reaching for your water bottle you find it empty next to you. You didn't fall asleep you know that much, perhaps you did dissociate tonight. Well this hike was disappointing if you knew you were going to dissociate you'd have saved yourself that embarrassment and stayed home. Maybe done some painting or tidied up.
Sighing you push yourself off the ground, collecting you vans you're about to put them on when you notice a figure off in the distance. You freeze out of shock and stare at the figure, it stares back. The figure is about ten yards away, god your near sighted ass should really remember to not leave your glasses in the car when hiking. The figure starts to make it's way to you and after a few steps you realize it hasn't moved from it's spot. Rolling your eyes you ignore the hallucination.
You'd really needed to get sleep last night, today is day six of no sleep and though you haven't had many episodes these past few days, you have a feeling they'll start to get more prominent today. Hopefully tonight you can manage to get some rest, the longer you go without sleep the more realistic the hallucinations become. But for today you're content with the knowledge that it's just shadow like beings that you'll be seeing.
After putting on your shoes you start the thirty minute hike back to your car. You're thankful for the weather in Kepler, nothing like back on the coast. Here you can go for a morning hike through the forest while a gentle breeze passes by and the sun starts to give the area a pleasant warmth. Back on the coast you couldn't run and grab the mail without getting drenched in moisture from either sweat, humidity, or a mixture of both.  The coast sucks, hell Virginia sucks altogether, you're glad to be in Kepler.
“I want to go home, home.” you say out of nowhere.
Before you reach the entrance you hear barking, oh the RV campers must be up. Should you be careful not to scare them, or just walk normally and say 'Good morning' in passing, maybe just nod your head in greeting. Oh and you've stopped just beside the entrance as you got lost in your rambling. You didn't mean to come to a stop here, and as you try to move you notice how silent it's gotten. Did the dog go inside, maybe they've already passed...no it's too quiet for that. No the silence is oppressive like the one you deal with nightly, there's a reason for the silence. The situation's making you feel uneasy, but that could be the sleep deprivation talking.
You're about to brush it off and move when you hear a whispered, “Seriously man, I don't think anyone's out there. Let's get inside.”
There's a noise of agreement before you hear shuffling. Oh no, you zoned out and now you look like a weirdo stalker. Just perfect, maybe if you wait around a little more you'll seem more normal or at least feel normal. Not knowing how long to wait you walk along the tree line for a bit, looking at the ground as you do making sure you won't step on any snakes. In you quest to not step on any snakes you spot something suspiciously off white. It seems purposefully buried under a dead blueberry bush and some fallen branches.
Having listened to too many true crime shows, you know better than to implicate yourself in a murder. Grabbing a stick off the ground you gently brush the foliage away from the supposed corpse. No way, you can't believe your luck, it's an actual fucking skull. An intact skull of a deer! That is so cool, you've only seen taxidermists on TikTok getting so lucky and finding these dudes. Since the jaw bone is connected by tissue it of course isn't with the skull but maybe it's close by? Clearly this got planted or hidden by someone, maybe they were planning on pranking a friend by 'uncovering' a skull later. Oh well, finders keepers and all that, you have way better plans for this guy, hopefully you can find that jaw bone.
You set off searching through the foliage and near by bushes with the branch while holding the skull in your other arm. After searching about three feet around and finding no more bones you decide that this is the only part of the deer's skeleton in this area. A little disappointed but still thrilled with your find, you decide it must be a good time to go back to your car.
Surely you won't look weird now. You a little forager with their treasure in hand. Looks like you'll be busy cleaning, then bleaching, and cleaning these bones today. Is that the order to treat found bones? You aren't sure but you can look into that later. Placing the skull in the trunk so it doesn't roll about and get damaged you make sure it's secure before closing the trunk and getting into your car and locking the doors.
Not once did you notice the pairs of eyes that had been watching you. One watching as you found the deer skull, and the other set seeing you place bones into your car. They kept watching as you fiddled with the radio while the car was starting up. They watched as you pulled out of the sandy dirt lot and drove back down the old road a little faster than before now that you could clearly see.
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Majid’s School Uniform Story (R)
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aka riddle gets to tutor another unfortunate soul
“The library is an ideal place to nap… Just don’t tell Senior Jamil about this, okay?!”
[Location:NRC Library]
Majid: *yawns* Seems like I’ve studied enough Magic History for today. Haah… If only Mr. Trein would lighten up on the homework. So what if that essay had to be 4 pages front AND back? He should’ve been more clear about that in his lecture.
Majid: …Well, not like I was listening in the first place. *yawns* The sunlight there is always so nice in the afternoons… I can’t help but sleep a little while I’m there.
*rustle* *rustle*
Majid: Ah, and the next subject I have to work on is…Math? What a pain of a class. *yawns* If only… if only I could juusst-
*thunk*
Majid: *snoring*
*footsteps*
Riddle: Is that…
*footsteps* *THUD*
Majid: !!!
Riddle: I thought so. You’re a freshman from Scarabia, correct? The one who’s always getting pulled along by your vice dorm leader because you keep dozing off?
Majid: …Sure.
Riddle: The library is not an appropriate place to sleep. If you wanted to take a nap, then hurry back to your dorm room, and do it there.
Majid: Yeah, okay.
Riddle: You… you’ve been acting rather impudent for a while now. I’m a 2nd year, you know? You should speak to your seniors with more respect. AND no one should be using the library as a place to procrastinate like this. Not to mention the way you present yourself in your uniform… You leave me no other choice. State your name.
Majid: What for?
Riddle: Your actions have been deplorable. I need your name to report them to your dorm leader.
Majid: Haha… It’s not like the dorm leader’s gonna care much about something as small as napping. Can’t you just let this slide?
Riddle: Alright, then I’ll talk to your vice dorm leader instead.
Majid: Ah, it’s Sebek Zigvolt, sir.
Riddle: Don’t mess with me!! Sebek Zigvolt is a Diasmonia student!
Majid: Well, I never said that was my name. I was just pointing out that he was walking right behind you at that moment.
Riddle: …Ah, so he was- HOLD ON A MINUTE.
*rustle*
Riddle: AND WHERE EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?
Majid: Tch. And I thought this would be the perfect time to escape too.
Riddle: TELL ME YOUR ACTUAL NAME, OR IT’S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.
Majid: SH- SHAHIN, MAJID. MY NAME IS SHAHIN, MAJID, SIR;;;
Riddle: *sighs* So, Majid then. Good.
Majid: ‘What the hell’s ‘off with your head’ supposed to mean??? Is it some kind of decapitation spell???? Was I about to die a couple seconds ago??? Do the library workers have to clean up my splattered remains after this guy’s done with me??? Surely that kind of thing wouldn’t be allowed- No… our headmaster is plenty screwed up; he wouldn’t do anything to help me-’
Riddle: Majid.
Majid: !!! Yes.
Riddle: *tap* *tap* Is this a worksheet from your math class? I saw a couple of my underclassmen trying to finish it in our dorm… You should really get started on it. The deadline is tomorrow, correct?
Majid: Uh, yea- yes. I’ll go ahead and do that… sir.
Riddle: Well?
Majid: Wait, right now?
Riddle: Why not? The library is a valuable spot for information, so you could always use as many reference books as you see fit. Besides, I’m pretty sure the second you step foot in your dorm, you’ll collapse onto your bed and leave your work unfinished until the last minute.
Majid: …Are you sure we haven’t met before?
Riddle: *sighs* I was just generalizing based on what I’ve seen some of your peers do… Don’t tell me that the rest of the underclassmen are this prone to procrastination too… *rustle* Here. Start with question 1.
Majid: Fine, fine. *scribble* *scribble*
Riddle: …
Majid: *scribble* *scribble*
Riddle: Ah, that’s wrong.
Majid: Excuse me?
Riddle: That step you took right there. You forgot to distribute the negative sign to both variables.
Majid: Right… okay. Thanks.
Riddle: And on number 3, you graphed the wrong system of equations. A slope of 3/4 should be less steeper than that.
Majid: Gotcha.
Riddle: And number 2-
Majid: OKAY, okay! I get it! I did everything wrong! I’ll just erase all my answers, okay?! Jeez, you lecture as much as Jamil…
Riddle: This won’t do… At this rate… Alright.
Majid: And why are you sitting across from me now?
Riddle: It seemed like you were struggling on your own. And I have a few minutes of free time. Don’t worry; I’m at the top of my class in all of my subjects. Teaching algebra is hardly a daunting task.
Majid: But I don’t need any help. And should you really be letting your guard down to tutor someone from another dorm? Scarabia’s test scores are known for rivaling Octavinelle’s, y’know?
Riddle: Well, judging from how you answered those questions, it would be foolish to consider you a threat in the first place. Besides, what’s the point of defeating an opponent if they’re not at their best? Just consider this as a kind offer from your upperclassman to unlock your full potential.
Majid: …I can’t help but feel like I was insulted multiple times in those first two sentences, but thank you.
Riddle: Of course. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you don’t tarnish this school’s good name.
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[Location: NRC Library (Late Afternoon)]
Riddle: TCH. I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT YOU HAD TO DO THE MULTIPLICATION SECTION FIRST, AND THEN YOU CAN ADD LIKE TERMS.
Majid: …
Riddle: AND HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO REPEAT THIS FORMULA TO YOU??? IT’S SO SIMPLE. EVEN A JUNIOR HIGH STUDENT COULD HAVE MEMORIZED THIS THE FIRST TIME IT’S TAUGHT TO THEM .
Majid: …….
Riddle: Ah… No, wait… I apologize. I didn’t mean to raise my voice… *sighs* But Majid, it’s been well over an hour now, and we’re not even halfway through your homework. Are you sure you’ve been taking this serio-
Majid: OF COURSE I’VE BEEN TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY!
Riddle: !!!!!
Majid: The teachers, hell, even my own classmates always end up asking me that same question! “If only you put a bit more effort into your studying”,; “You have a lot of potential… if only you could put a little more effort too”! As if I didn’t spend a ton of time already on my homework!! I had a shitty education when I was younger and sometimes I fall asleep in class, so I get that I won’t be as smart as everyone else, but…
Riddle: Majid…
Majid: I thought that I at least had the basics down… I guess no matter how hard I try, it’ll never be enough, huh?
Riddle: That’s not true.
Majid: Are you-
Riddle: I’m not lying to you. We can set aside your homework for now, but in the meantime, let me help you plan out some personalized study techniques. I can’t guarantee you’ll be in the top percentage of your class, but I can definitely save you from hearing those hateful words ever again. We’ll make sure your efforts don’t go to waste.
Majid: Aah… Thank you… Seriously, thank you so much…sir.
Riddle: Heh. Don’t worry about it. This is just another part of my duty as a fellow student of Night Raven College. Also make sure not to yell like that in the library ever again.
Majid: But weren’t you also just… Never mind, I understand.
Riddle: Good.
***
Majid: ‘This guy… what was his name again?’
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Chips & Salsa - Chapter 9
“-remember-?”
Who was that?
“Do you-”
What are they saying?
Why does my head hurt?
Light burst into Lance’s eyes with the pain in his chest.
He jolted forward, stuck, hurt-
Haggar.
He could see her glowing eyes now. Staring at him from just under the darkness of her hood. Even without pupils, he could tell that she was focused solely on him. As if he would tell her anything.
Lance jerked against his restraints. Restraints? “What do you want from me, you hag?!” He shouted, pulling against the metal cuffs again. Though they already felt bruised. His head pulsed with similar aching.
“I said, What..” She creeped forward, clamping her hand around his chin, “Do you remember?” Her voice crawled out of her throat like slime coating his skin.
What do I know? He tried to pull away from her again, “What the hell are you talking about, you freak!?” She was asking about his team, his family… Voltron. “I won't tell you anything. You’ll never get your hands on Voltron!” He struggled for lucidity against another flash of pain in his ever-growing headache.
An odd mix of satisfaction and anger flitted across her face, curving it into a sneer. “We will see about that yet, Paladin.”
He had no idea where the satisfaction came from. The anger, he understood. He’d seen plenty of his math teachers with the same expression; but satisfaction? She had nothing to be satisfied about. Not if she thought she could get anything from him.
“You’re not going to be able to break me, not in this lifetime or the next. I’ll never betray my team!”
A strange hissing growl came from her as she pulled her hand back and turned to the other druids. Other druids? Why hadn’t he seen them? He should have noticed them. Was he really that focused on just Haggar?
“Take him to the cell,” She glanced back at him out of the corner of her eye, “Leave him there for a while. We’ll see how he responds when I come back with further improvements from this information.”
He barely had time to panic before a druid had placed a purple hand on his arm and he felt magic course through him. It wasn’t electricity, thankfully, but it tensed every muscle in his body, paralyzing him in place.
God, the cramps he would get from this. He needed a massage. With coconut oil. And music. Hell, at the very least, a hot bath and copious amounts of bubbles.
When the other druid reinforced the magic to carry him out of the room, he came to the unfortunate realization that he would be getting neither any time soon.
The hallways faded past him in a blur. A tingling feeling niggled at the back of his neck, You should remember this. Pay attention. Listen! It screamed. This has happened before! SOMETHING’S WRONG! It whispered.
It sounded familiar.
Lance tried to pay attention to his surroundings, he really did. He knew it would be important if he wanted to escape. To know where he was going. But every time he tried to focus, the directions and pathways slipped from his mind like sand through a net.
What felt like seconds later, Lance was thrown into the darkness of a cell. And suddenly, feeling rushed back to him in a tsunami. Pain, pins-and-needles, sharpness, bruising, the sting of wounds rubbed raw at his wrists.
The druids moved away, uncaring at the shout he gave in shock when he hit the floor. The door closed behind them unceremoniously.
Lance groaned from his place crumpled on the ground, “Nothing like little torture and paralysis to get ya’ kickin’ in the morning, amiright?” He sighed to himself.
Displeasure sunk into him as the grime crawled its way into his pores.
Reluctantly, Lance pulled his hands and arms under his body, pushing up from the floor. At least he could lean against the wall, presumably less dirty than the ground. God, his head hurt. And his arms. Everything was sore, the thick manacles on his wrists feeling heavier by the second.
With a series of grunts, Lance finally settled himself into a corner of the cell. There was very little light, and most of it seeped in from the space under the door or the half dead purple-lightbulb-in-a-cage right above it.
Still, when he rolled his head to the side in exhaustion, there was enough light to catch on something written- no, carved into the wall next to him.
He raised his shaking fingers up to it, trying to feel what marks he couldn’t see.
D-n--or--g-t
-o--for--
No, there was a space in between there.
Do-t- fo--q-t
He squinted at it, leaning closer. The light caught on the curves of some of the letters. The ones he couldn’t accurately feel. It was an ‘N’, a ‘G’, an ‘R’ and maybe.. an ‘e’?
Oh.
Don't Forget.
Lance dropped his shackled wrists to his lap and huffed a laugh at his efforts. At himself. And then he spoke to the darkness.
“Oh don't you worry, creepy wall carving, I think it’d be pretty hard to forget this.”
-x-x-x-
Lance sat in the darkness for hours, days, however mind-numbingly long it was that allowed him to actually recite his entire family tree through 4 and a half generations. Extended family included. He even started including hypothetical nieces and nephews based on what he thought his sisters would name their kids.
He absentmindedly wondered if all of them were still hypothetical. How long had he been gone? What had he missed?
What had changed without him there to see it?
Something rumbled in the back of his head. It felt hidden behind his absolute monster of a headache now coming back.
Except… wait. No. He recognized that rumble…
Blue?
Blue! It was the Blue Lion! His Lion!
Something broke free in his mind, a small section of fog lifting.
Her presence and his own pressed against each other in his mind. A piece he hadn’t quite noticed was missing.
How could he ever have forgotten Blue?
Her presence purred, the vibrations automatically soothing him, comfort pushing through his bond. Something still felt… off. The bond felt farther, more strained, even though he could feel Blue on the other side. Feel her desire to come closer, feel the worry tinging the edges. Something still kept a distance between them.
He didn’t know what it was but something in his own mind told him to leave it be. It was important. It had to be like this.
Whatever this was.
Lance wasn’t able to figure it out soon enough, their mental conversation interrupted by the harsh grinding opening his cell door.
“Get up,” a discourteous voice commanded.
He looked at them with hooded eyes and a forced smirk, “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt somebody?” Not that they knew he was having a conversation, but still… point stands.
Their glowing eyes narrowed, “Get up, or suffer, Paladin.”
“Didn’t anyone teach you manners? I didn’t even hear a please. Honestly, people these days have no- AAH!” Lance’s scream cut off his own words as purple lightning struck his body.
The druid barely even moved their hand and pain ran through his muscles. When the lightning stopped, Lance was left heaving for breath on his side.
He felt like the Extra Crispy option on a fried chicken menu. Was God trying to make him go vegetarian through sheer number of shared experiences? Screw that. In fact..
Lance glared back up at them and forced out the words, “Screw. You,” from between clenched teeth and struggling breaths.
He wished he could see the fury he knew was behind those masks.
The druid lifted their hand again and though Lance tried to fight the flinch, he wasn't sure if he succeeded. Instead of lightning, he felt the tight restraints of their magic envelope him and lift him up. He couldn’t even struggle out of it.
“Bite your tongue, child, or Haggar may decide to teach you some manners,” The druid growled and turned around, making their cloak swirl dramatically. Lance wished he could scoff at them, but the paralyzation made that difficult.
“And she will not be as merciful as I was.”
He settled for a particularly scathing, derisive glare. Lance thought they got the message anyways.
He was so focused on trying to burn a hole through their back that he almost missed where they were going. Almost. He hadn’t thought any of the directions stuck through his headache, but now… they were going back to the same room as before.
To Haggar.
He knew he was right when he spotted the Lady Hunchback herself leaning over a table. Seriously, when was the last time that woman stood up straight all the way? When she finished sharing tips and tricks with Satan and Hitler?
“I’d hate to be your chiropractor, lady. I bet it’s costly to find someone even able to tolerate your presence.” He was hoping for at least a twitch as the Druids forced the manacles into place on the table.
Instead, it was his heart that skipped a few paces upon realizing it must have been the same table he’d woken up on.
“I can’t imagine anyone would willingly come near you, despite being paid,” He sneered. It worked as a good enough distraction from what he knew was gonna happen. At least, it worked until she turned around.
“Quite the contrary, little Paladin,” Haggar reached her hands out to his head, clawed fingernails keeping him from leaning away, “I think you and I are going to get very close.”
Lance screamed again as pain shot through his skill. It felt like needles being shoved through his eye, he couldn't even-
It burned. It burned. It burned!
Please! Please Somebody! Help!
I can't-!
“Show me your team, Paladin,” A voice whispered, “SHoW ME Voltron!”
Pain surged again in time with his screams. Idly, some part of him wondered if he could burst his own eardrums.
His thoughts were crushed beneath crashing waves of searing, hot, burning, hot, it’s too hot, it hurts, it hurts it hurts, please please I can't do this I don't want-, somebody please!
Sharp claws cut a path through his mind. These ones didn't hurt.
No.
These claws came from soft padded paws. Metal and yet somehow gentle. Cold and soothing. He walked towards them, down the path they had laid for him, desperate for whatever small relief they could provide. Some distant piece of his soul recognized his bond between lion and paladin. But she was so far away. He could see the doors opened for him, welcoming him home, home to the water. But the path was so long and so dark.
He glanced down.
Dark?
No. It wasn't meant to be dark.
Burning tingled at his fingertips when he looked harder. His lion was blue. A gorgeous sky blue, ocean blue, ice blue. Then why….
Why was there purple leaching its way across it?
He looked behind him.
The heat worsened, pain closer than he remembered it.
His footsteps were clear behind him, each one oozing sickly, purple slime that curled its way around the light. Covering every inch of the gentle blue.
This wasn’t right. Something wasn't-
Sharpness spiked across his skull, snapping his head forward.
“Focus. Focus! Closer. Get closer! You cannot resist me! Not weak like you are!”
Something forced him forward and he stumbled on the path, falling to one knee. He reached to steady himself on the path; and different worlds flowed through his mind.
You’ve done this before, Cub. You can do it again.
They were his words. And they were Blue’s.
But he knew what they meant. He remembered it now. How Haggar was trying to get to his team, to Voltron, to Blue.
What she wanted from them. From him.
no. No. No!
“You cannot have her, Haggar! Not ever!” Lance turned around and moved away from the doors. The bond. Away from Blue.
Fresh agony layered on his skin. Heavier and thicker and stronger with each step.
He could hear Blue behind him now, calling out for him in mewls and cries. She wanted them to do this together. But he couldn’t, they couldn't do it together without endangering her. Endangering everybody. So he kept running. Pushing through what felt like thick slime until he was struggling to keep moving.
The smog pressed itself down his throat, burning, scalding and tearing him up on the inside.
Haggar was shouting out behind him too. She could only go so far, only get so close to her goal with him.
“I will take control, Paladin! You cannot stop me!” Claws grabbed his upper arms and pulled him back. They left deep gashes on his biceps and shoulders, but he pushed against their leverage.
“You don’t think I can stop you Haggar!?” He glanced over his shoulder at her glowing yellow eyes, “Watch Me!”
He turned around and reached into the darkness of her body without form, clutching onto the thickness he felt inside of it. Even as its essence burned like hot acid on his skin.
And then he threw his body backwards, taking her with him.
Away from the doors and through the barrier of Haggar’s magic. Away from Blue and through the pain.
Off of the path.
Almost immediately he felt Haggar get thrown from his mind.
He gathered what little peace he could find. The crashing waves came to a standstill for just one moment. It was enough.
It had to be.
He wanted to cry. Tears welled up in his eyes. He knew this was the best chance he would get to do so, but he couldn't. Not until it was over. Then he could break, could cry, or do whatever the hell it is that is supposed to come after this.
He looked back to stare through the thick, writhing purple of Haggar’s magic. He could see the glimmer of his bond with Blue. Of the ‘path’ they had laid that first day together.
It was dimmed now. Not just by the smoke obscuring his view, but by the purple sludge seeping into its bricks.
She’d gotten farther this time. Closer. More so than Lance had ever wanted Haggar to get. He knew he was struggling, struggling to keep the distance between his bond and her corruption.
It was weird. To be able to look back and remember himself forgetting something. Forgetting how many times they’d had this battle. This push and pull in his own mind.
He still didn't know just how long he’d been fighting back to keep her away. Just that he had. And that he’d keep doing it.
But he was losing.
A traitorous part of his heart told him this couldn’t go on forever. Something had to give, and as it was, Lance was not liking his odds. Something would have to break eventually.
But not yet.
He couldn't let go of her yet. He couldn't. Even if that made him weak, he couldn’t.
Not yet.
He just wanted to stay here a little longer. Stay with her a little longer.
The corrupted magic clearly disagreed with this prospect. Its char-colored surface rippled back to life. Waves were heard in a distance that did not exist.
They were not the bright, colorful waves of his home, nor the cold but fierce waves of his lion, these were riptide waves. Powered by the undertow and ready to pull him under. Drowning and suffocating him, farther, farther down.
He lost sight of the glow at some point, and the darkness snatched him under instantly.
-x-x-x-
The druids stared at the body of their mistress over the Voltron Paladin. So many times before, it had been the same. The same resistance and weakness from him. The same ignorant stubbornness as he protected what their Emperor deserved. He would fall to their magic eventually. As the one before him, and the countless subjects before that. He would fall.
But there were doubts.
They watched as Lady Haggar was flung back from the Paladin as she had been so many times before.
The doubts stood still. Ever wavering, faltering but not falling.
Lady Haggar lifted herself up and neither druid so much as twitched to help her. They knew better.
“He thinks himself strong, thinks himself righteous,” She crowed in that tone that said he so clearly wasn’t, “But his naivety costs him. I grow closer by the day.”
They saw barely a flash of white when Lady Haggar bared her teeth, “But that Lion keeps reminding him, keeps undoing my spells. He needs to be broken; and soon.”
The Druid refrained from mentioning that the spells for the invasion of his mind could only be broken by the strength of ones own quintessence. Reminded of strength, yes; but not given it or shared.
He was a Paladin of Voltron for a reason, though flawed that reason may be.
Lady Haggar finally turned attention to her druids, to fulfill their purpose under her command.
“Rid him of his weaknesses. No weaknesses, and nothing to chance.” She growled as low as a female galra could, “I will get that Lion from him, one way or another.”
As Lady Haggar stepped back, the druids stepped forward, up to the helpless paladin. His face was clear, unburdened and untense. That would change soon. They reached out with their arms and their magic, delving into the surface mind of this Paladin. Only the surface, Lady Haggar would do the rest.
The druids looked to each other, then to their mistress. He was ready, the spell prepared once again.
And from the front of the table, magic shot forward from her fingertips, into the mind, body and quintessence of the Child Paladin.
Their druid magic was nothing to the level of Lady Haggar, the Dark Witch of the Galra; and yet, it was their magic that ripped into his mind and made it possible for her to latch onto his memories.
They laid him bare, and she took what she needed.
The Paladin could do nothing. Would continue to do nothing. Not in the face of the empire’s power.
Then why must we keep repeating this process. The doubts whispered.
The druid ignored the words, focusing instead on the drawing of their power for the spell. When it was finished, the Druids stepped back once more, and Lady Haggar drew forward.
How would the Paladin awake this time?
His face began twitching. Slow, just as the last time.
“What do you remember?”
Nothing.
“Do you remember?”
Why did she ask him this? Their spell would only fail at the interference of the Voltron Lion. It was infallible to tricks of the mind.
The Paladin’s consciousness came closer to the surface. Still too slow. Always slow, this paladin. Magic was infallible and uncompromising, but Lady Haggar was not as patient.
She threw a spark of her magic onto the boy’s chest and instantly, he awoke. He jolted forward against the cuffs, no doubt hitting bruising from the pain of his struggles during Lady Haggar’s procedure.
Recognition flashed across his face. Focus drawn only to their Mistress, just as he was meant to. This was important, his mind still laid open for her to search, she drew her eyes onto his as her magic probed for information. Voltron could not hide forever.
The Paladin jerked forward once again, as if he had not learned the first time, “What do you want, witch?!” He shouted, pulling against his restraints. They would hold, this child was weak. Too weak.
“I said, What..” Lady Haggar creeped forward, clamping her hand around his chin, “Do you remember?” Her magic crawled forward, coating the recesses of his mind as she worked to pull forward his thoughts, his knowledge on Voltron.
His efforts to pull away were futile, though expected, “What the hell are you talking about, you freak!?” Voltron. Voltron. The Other Paladins. Tell us. Tell us of Voltron, the magic chanted.
“You won't get anything from me, I won’t betray Voltron!-” Lady Haggar pushed deeper and pain flashed beneath his eyes, “You won't find my team, not through me!” The trench opened in his mind began to close, Lady Haggar’s magic pulling back.
Accomplishment flitted across her face in pairing with irritation. He was still resisting then… surprising but not irreparable. “We shall see if that is true, Paladin.”
The Paladin seemed confused, but then again, he always did. He was weak and feeble-minded after all, nothing more could be expected.
“I’ll never betray my team and you'll never be able to make me! That will never change!” He shouted. So loud, so foolish.
Lady Haggar pulled back her hand as the last of the Druid’s spell closed, they would have to try again. She looked to the druids, and drew the Paladin’s eyes to them as well. He had not noticed them. Poor awareness, weak yet again. This is why the spell worked so well on young, unguided minds. It led them to purpose. The Empire’s purpose.
“Take him to the cell,” She looked back at him slightly, “Leave him there until I summon for you again. We shall see his results after I have viewed the information gained. Succession is at hand.”
“Vrepit Sa,” Both Druids nodded and turned to the Paladin, their hands coated in magic. A paralytic, they were too close to risk escape with this prisoner.
But you have been ‘close’ for a while now, haven’t you?
The paladin’s eyes widened, his heart jumped pace and his quintessence fluctuated before being frozen by the spell. As if the body could fight it, the spell was instantaneous with contact. Simple and complete.
The Druid’s magic worked in concession to lift the Paladin and disconnect his restraints without removing them. Silently, they began the walk to the cell.
They could see the panic and confusion in the child’s eyes as they turned each corner. It was pitiful that the magic coating his mind would leave him helpless for hours. Still, the effort was commendable. A sign of potential perhaps.
His eyes started to glaze over dim, perhaps not then, if he lost presence that fast. He held little use past his title as Paladin.
It was with this thought that they tossed his unpresence into the cell. Without a fight, this Paladin was nothing more than knowledge to be collected and tested.
The Druids moved away, uncaring at the shout when the Paladin came back to himself as he hit the ground. They closed the door without mind.
Then stepped to the side.
Magic made one weak if you allowed it to. Weakness made one vulnerable and vulnerability was to be exploited. So, they waited; to see if the Paladin had changed in the hours under Lady Haggar’s influence.
His groan echoed quietly through the metal door. After much hesitance, and many pauses, the Paladin began moving. His shuffles were quiet, but his vocalizations of his pain were not.
Lady Haggar had left marks on him this time, his upper arms and shoulders were marked with scratches like a wild Krelshi.
They listened to him rest again, presumably sitting rather than laying now. As he always was when they came back.
The metal of his cuff clinked softly against the cell walls. The druids looked to each other, a wonder if the Paladin would remain the same in his patterns.
Indeed, not a minute passed until they heard the unsure sounds of his untranslated, broken language whisper through the air.
Neither of them understood it. These were not words. They could not be translated. They were just sounds. Gripped by craziness or something else, they were still just sounds.
Then, a small laugh. A chuffing. Even in a place like this for the prisoner. Always the same.
“Oh don't you worry, creepy wall carving, I think it’d be pretty hard to forget this.”
Always the same, the paladin. Always the same.
-x-x-x-
In some other world, Lance might have wondered why the words carved into the wall were written in English.
He may have even noticed that the handwriting looked scarily similar to his own despite the pitch black darkness.
This was not one of those worlds.
And he did not notice.
First Chapter: https://snaileer.tumblr.com/post/613092735756402688/chips-and-salsa-chp-1
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Chapter 1: The Capsule
God, the sting is back. Your left foot starts hurting like absolute hell. Out of all possible moments and places.
The vaguely polite smile on your face drops to a stifled expression, but Mr. Kim — on top of being just as oblivious as you expected a man of his job to be — is too preoccupied to notice.
„Our faculty is quite large,“ he says, gazing over the diagrams on his tablet pc. „We require a lot of spare room to test the robots.“
You exhale. Trying to focus on the diagrams, whatever they might mean. It’s mostly obscure, floating animations in green and yellow. Actually — very much unlike the faculty itself which is white, stark, and sterile. And yes. Too large for its own fucking good.
Just keep on walking, you tell yourself, you’ll be there soon. You’ll see Baekhyun in just a minute, okay.
Besides Mr. Kim, whoever works here has got to be a raging part-time athlete. Crossing all the plain white corridors feels like jogging right through a football field.
If you walk down any more of those, you’ll actually be out of breath. On top of limping like a stork in a puddle of half-dry mud. All accompanied by the squeaking of Mr. Kim’s obnoxious white crocs that seem to mock you with every step.
You spend too much time inside.
But who these days trains for a marathon like this.
Another deep exhale. Focus, focus, focus. You try to keep the conversation smooth.
„That’s reasonable. How long does it take to run such a test?“
„Really depends on the model,“ Mr. Kim hums, now diverting his eyes from his device to meet yours. „Prototypes take three, even four years to manufacture, trial, and refine. It is rocket science.“
Your foot is kind enough not to send another spike of pain through your legs so your face looks neutral at best.
„Four years. Quite a long time.“
Around just as long as you’ve been the single pringle of the neighborhood if you count up the months. Now that’s funny. You still feel pathetic showing up here, either way.
But since you already paid and walked what feels like three miles, there’s no going back.
Mr. Kim stuffs the tablet into his pocket now, then interlaces his fingers, making him reminiscent of some kind of ancient Roman oratory figure with his long white lab coat on.
„It is. The models that you can customize do several test runs over the course of two weeks, on the other hand.“
„Wow, that’s actually pretty fast, then.“
You’re genuinely surprised. That the faculty is professional to a fault, however, isn’t shocking. The reviews of their products are nothing but positive. Five stars are plastered all over the edgy customer feedback section on the company website. Accordingly, your purchase is worth more than five saved monthly salaries which torments you more than your damn foot.
Mr. Kim cocks his head a little.
„Technically, yes,“ he says. „However, every custom bot has once been a prototype. All the important safety tests have been conducted.“
You raise your brows. If you did the math correctly, it’s 3 to 4 years development stage plus two weeks of customizing and tests. That makes sense.
You’re surprised your brain can register as much. Now that it’s been ten minutes of walking or even a bit longer, who knows the time works differently in this bitch of a building, the corridor is giving your Achilles’ heel a hard time again with another endlessly long passage.
Doors upon doors, one more mysteriously labeled than the other, pop up right and left. ‚CASTS AND SCULPTURE‘ says one entrance. ‚LINGUISTIC DEVELOPMENT‘ another. From another corner, a whirring noise keeps on disrupting the silence of the hallway.  
What else can you do but try to slow down the pace without it being too discernable. It’ll pass in no time, you tell yourself, don’t be a bother. You won’t have some breakdown in here and ask for a glass of water or whatever. It’s already embarrassing enough to do all of this.
If you act up, they might consider you unsuitable to take the bot home. There are no opportunities to sit down anyway. Mr. Kim is far too awkward to talk about anything else but technical details. They probably don’t even have cardboard cups and mineral water in here, at least not in the radius of the sensitive equipments.
It really is a rocket science place.
Figures, this is a place for robots, not humans. The receptionist of the faculty himself had been a bot already. Sleek, poised, and polite. Interestingly, with a slight resemblance to Mr. Kim.
You chew on your bottom lip to distract yourself, walk on. Trying to come up with questions seems to be the best way to distract yourself at this point.
„Do… you also quiz the robots for conversation like that?“
It sounds like an outlandish thing to say to such a high-ranking scientist, but with the pain in your leg, it’s all too easy to forget about tone. The corridor becomes longer with every step and the neon lights above don’t help. Maybe you only hallucinate all of this. Mr. Kim sounds as factual and courteous as ever.
„Of course. We simulate every possible life situation you can think of. He can play sports with you, talk about modern art, cook Spaghetti, iron clothes, send you a text message, point out star constellations.“
„Really?“
Your heart beats even faster than it already does. Not that you’d ever need your robot to do push-ups or teach you cross-training. But Mr. Kim very much sounds like he’s confident the android will keep all its lofty claims. It’s a promise that raises your mood a lot more than you thought. All the details on the website you’ve read about three times already, but hearing them confirmed is still exciting.
„Even if a client customizes a model,“ he pulls out the device from his pocket again, then points to several other red graphs on the tablet. „The base programming allows for a variety of actions already.“
None of the data he shows you instantly rings a bell. It looks far too advanced. But it’s a no-brainer to you, someone like Mr. Kim lives in a bubble of bot speak.
As far as you understand it, what he means is that all robots have long been ‚finished‘. Customizing only adds a few features. A final, very personalized touch.
„Um— And my bot is able to learn, right?“
„That is one of the most important features,“ Mr. Kim fiercely nods his head. So that struck a chord. „Baekhyun is a leisure model, but you’ll notice that he asks a lot of questions.“
„What type of questions?“
„Well… Think of it as if a child with a rational mind gets to know the world. Very rapidly rather than naively. And, he constantly updates what your preferences are.“
„Right.“
The prospect of finally meeting him lets the pain in your leg fade off at least a little.
Baekhyun.
Only eight letters in an online form until this very moment. But soon, someone very real before your eyes. It’s an overwhelming thought, but your impatience is stronger than that. Now you really want to see him.
The corridor, thankfully, ends in a few feet anyways. Your knees are getting wobbly by the minute.
„Is he able to reach conclusions on his own?“ you ask, hands stuffed into the side pockets of your black jeans. Your pulse is still increasing. Mr. Kim’s friendly face becomes even friendlier with the smile that now stretches wide across.
„Conclusions— I would describe him as logical, but with a strong ethical twist. He’s a leisure model, after all.“
That sounds like a fancy way of saying ‚yes‘. Or, in a way, a hook to assure a new client that it was money well spent and not wasted on some hoax.
It’s not like you don’t trust the countless ‚I got a leisure bot and this is how we live’ client videos you saw online.
Even the most amateur vloggers seemed to be wildly in love with their models. Kissing and hugging them all over the place, playing games together and whatnot.
„You know, I had the honor of overseeing his tests last week,“ Mr. Kim continues. „Baekhyun’s sense of wit is so astounding, even our chief robotics officer was surprised. And he works in the department since 1995. That’s almost 40 years of experience here.“
You have to smile to yourself now, too. In the ‚select personality’ section on the customization website, your particular wish was to make Baekhyun sharp. Maybe this could turn out as interesting as you pictured it would be.
„We took a little longer with it. But I believe Baekhyun is among one of the best customizations this month,“ Mr. Kim now stops and draws out a key card. „Especially— in terms of how you helped us design his looks and theme. Most client requests we get want some kind of he-man. They only spend twenty minutes customizing their bot on the website, if not less.“
Mr. Kim pulls a frustrated face recalling that. In the meantime, you try to keep your legs straight as good as possible. It’s probably been a few years since you’ve been legitimately nervous like that and it catches you off guard. This is like a final exam. After a brief attempt to fix your hair, you shove your hands into your pockets a little deeper.
„Hm, I see?“
It must have been getting vastly boring in the lab judging by how he talks himself into a frenzy about the project. Although well, if he wouldn’t, you’d be a little worried. This is the type of job where you have to geek out. Mr. Kim seems to be the right kind of guy in his profession, you can’t deny that.
You take a deep breath now — hoping they didn’t go too far with their experiments once they got the rare opportunity to do so.
Mr. Kim pushes his brunette hair back. You can tell he’s getting a little tense himself. He disables the tablet PC using a sleek button on its side and clamps the device under his left armpit.
„You spent almost four hours selecting all the extended details,“ he says. „That helps us a lot. Baekhyun quickly developed into our favorite project to work on. He’s a very self-aware and attentive android.“
You nod, absent-minded already. What matters is that you finally reached the end of the fucking corridor. And just how high your level of adrenaline has been rising. It feels like a gyro drop at full throttle.
You murmur a small thank you and watch Mr. Kim swipe his card through the chunky white, bleeping doorknob. A green light appears from above the door and it scoots open.
„Over there,“ he brings his left hand forward, ushering you inside.
In the middle of the dome-like room before you is a platform sporting an adjustable mechanical frame. Chrome, light aluminum, something of that kind. A terribly odd construction, but almost mundane for a faculty of this caliber. Everything smells painstakingly sterile.
There are similar set-ups you’ve seen in the hospital you got your appendix removed in last spring. Whether that’s a good sign or not you can’t tell over the buzzing inside of your head. This shit has you way too clamped up in the stomach.
You try to focus on observing as good as you can. Back to the here and now.
The frame holds a shiny grey capsule reminiscent of a cocoon. Mr. Kim steps forth toward the pod and swipes across its surface with a gentle right hand. That triggers a series of mechanisms at the back of the capsule, causing it to gain opacity.
Within seconds, a quirky silhouette with elegant limbs appears inside the cocoon. Your hands tremble even more. This is the moment you downed three large fucking cups of coffee for this morning after two winding hours of sleep.
„There he is,“ Mr. Kim announces, audibly proud.
Once the capsule is fully transparent, it is turned upright by the frame shifting about— and dissolves. The cocoon is gone.
The man that now stands before you slowly comes to life as if waking up from a fifty-year-long slumber.
Chapter 2: Enamel
What you first notice is his hair: Whiter than pearls, almost platinum. It’s long enough so see a slight bend in it. Whether it is actual hair or some kind of artificial fiber seems quite impossible to tell. It’s all matte, gently moving. Underneath its softly parted bangs open—
Baekhyun’s eyes. You can’t help but get tunnel vision and an awkwardly stiff posture. Even if they still look sleepy, there is so much movement in them already. They are perfectly droopy and teddy-like, turning toward you with a shapely, slightly long button nose in between. Either iris is deep and dark to the point of no pupil being immediately recognizable. There is something very intentional in his gaze that makes you hold your breath.
At a second glance, it appears as if a thin layer of beige eyeshadow was smudged right around both lash lines, drawing even more attention to the little gleam in the eyes themselves. All around the lab, the faculty’s scientists have placed huge round neon light spheres as lamps, one emitting a light more uncomfortable than the other. But in Baekhyun’s eyes, they appear like distant planets.
Seconds pass. You stare. Then, a voice light and airy knocks you out of your frozen state.
„I am very glad to be with you now,“ Baekhyun’s lips begin to move. You audibly breathe in even harder.
They are small, rosy, angular at the cupid’s bow— revealing a subtle smile with beaming teeth and red gums above. And even though they are bright, none of his teeth appear remotely the same, even, nor too symmetrical.
Imperfect like nature, they look just like yours or anyone else’s. You wouldn’t have guessed, not in a million years, that they are made of ‚steadfast, durable acrylic‘ as it said on the website. His smile looks— so real.
„Very nice to meet you, Baekhyun,“ is the only thing you manage to blurt out, extending your hand. Your brain is running on emergency autopilot.
In this moment, it feels like you are more robotic than the robot before you.
The gentle squeeze of Baekhyun’s gently forthcoming hand feels warming. Where you expected cold metal, a smooth heat spreads in your palm. Besides a small whirring sound that seems to emanate from his shoulder joints and wrist, the way he shakes your hand is fluid, malleable to how your own arm angles towards him. Almost — intuitive?
„I’m sorry if I smell like oil and metal. That will fade,“ chirps Baekhyun, lighthearted and boyish, letting go of your hand. It took you a solid eight seconds to initiate a withdrawal. The shame of feeling so desperate drives a pulsing heat into your face. Guinness world record for longest human-android handshake here we come.
Mr. Kim can’t help but laugh behind you, then ends up mumbling into his non-existent beard.
„Exceptional… truly exceptional. Our language specialists have outdone themselves. Even the voice modulation.“
Whatever that exactly means, you nod along anyway. And you almost thought Mr. Kim was laughing at you.
You rebuke yourself for getting way too defensive. It’s not that your synapses would bother dealing with complicated information like this right now to begin with.
„His voice is— It’s just how I pictured it. It’s so beautiful.“
It doesn’t sound recorded or like some random car navigation system’s speaker at all. It’s almost as if he was being perfectly synchronized by somebody standing right behind him. Only a minimal distortion at the end of his sentences gives away how his words are being generated, processed, pieced together. Other than that, his light and animated tone sounds authentic to a surprising extreme. For some reason, it’s almost as if he’s singing. He speaks surprisingly fast, too.
„You have to compliment yourself,“ Baekhyun steps forward a little, and the capsule frame behind him removes itself from the room’s center platform with a zooming noise. „My voice is designed after your imagination.“
„That’s, that’s nothing. Mr. Kim did all of the important work,“ you negate, way, way too fast, and you bite your lip for almost interrupting him.
„Baekhyun is correct,“ Mr. Kim retorts, now appearing on your left with a clipboard in his hand. He must have fetched it while you were busy being a marble statue. „He’s proof of what fantasy can achieve.“
He smiles, then begins to tick boxes on the board, using a shiny, bold black pen from his lab coat’s chest pocket. Baekhyun smiles a marvelous smile right along.
He is truly hypnotizing to your eye. The more you can take in his entirety, the more overwhelming it is, and there’s no way you can get enough of it.
His skin in particular catches your attention. It is embued with a light bronze sheen. His neck, his arms, his face: All different ways of sunkissed, but still appearing as a consistent whole.
Upon a closer look, you even see a few moles and the finest hairs— on his underarms, the chin, the linings of the cheeks. The steep jaw, too. You remember a detail on the website saying that he can actually get goosebumps, so going by that the little golden fuzz is able to move.
You’ve never seen skin like that in your whole life, and yet, it feels natural. The evenness is not the same anywhere. In some spots, there are subtle blue streaks and elongated bumps, as if there were veins. His neck and hands sport the most prominent bits. Around his wrist and elbow area, you can clearly see bone structure denting through. It’s like real skin on a skeleton. His collar bones are acutely visible, as are his knuckles and cheekbones.
„Baekhyun’s haptics are perfected to a single pore,“ a scribbling Mr. Kim picks up on your lasting, travelling gaze. „Elastic, but sturdy, and still extremely soft. You can touch him like any other person. The skin mimics the same properties except that it hardly ages. It is also heated to body temperature.“
Now you know where your money went into. And why Baekhyun’s hands felt so astoundingly real. You wonder how it would feel if he would—
„Quite alright,“ you gawk, chasing away a gazillion of incoming thoughts. All while feeling what seems like an entire waterfall of sweat trickle down your lower spine. You grant yourself the annual award for the most inept conversationalist nation-wide. „Does that need any maintenance?“
„Principally… he is a self-maintaining system,“ Mr. Kim finishes up with his paperwork. „Even small damages he can repair without you having to bring him here. He can log into our databank and get updates if necessary, though that rarely occurs with leisure models. All very discreetly, of course. The, well, the only thing Baekhyun needs from you is regular interaction. As I said: Learning is vital to him. Absolutely vital. You can talk to him like with anybody else.“
„That I can uh provide! I mean sure!“
You exhale. Slacken. Try to keep your feet parallel to each other. If interaction is the only thing needed to keep Baekhyun on his toes, your toolbox can gladly stay in the basement. Lord knows you’d be a lackluster bot mechanic. Casts, sculpture, linguistics and whatnot, on top of any screws to tighten.
„It’s a pleasure,“ a very smoldering Baekhyun straightens his body, and along with it his crisp white outfit. Which you… already like a lot.
It’s tailored rather snugly to his slim frame. You believe it’s got to be synthetics he’s wearing, a thick kind of fabric. As if you didn’t sweat already, the top is sleeveless. Even if he appears quite slender, Baekhyun’s upper arms are nevertheless muscular. The way he straightened up only emphasizes how toned he is.
„And I’m sorry I made you nervous,“ Baekhyun continues, softy gazing over your face. „Seeing someone with enamel eyes is not the most common thing.“
Now your posture becomes equally as upright. The marble statue is back.
„Enamel?“
As if you forgot whatever the hell language is. Mr. Kim must think you’re a complete fool. And Baekhyun, anyways. You already realize how well he can read situations. And— well, your very face. It’s been one of your top requirements in the customization form, after all. It comes back to bite you.
„We normally use plain glass. For the ocular apparatus, I mean,“ Mr. Kim puts away his clipboard, seemingly content. „But since Baekhyun’s eyes are so dark, engineer Park suggested a coat of enamel to emphasize shine. It adds to the visual. Otherwise, his eyes would swallow all light if you will.“
That’s why the lamp reflections are the way they are in Baekhyun’s eyes. It really is a kind of shiny effect. Not even Tulo, the new palm-sized puppy of your friend Hwasa, has such a vivid expression.
In a following moment of sobriety, you let Mr. Kim’s words repeat in your head. Ocular apparatus. It feels so weird to talk about Baekhyun’s face this way. But it helps to remind you once again. He is man-made. For you. Convincingly well.
„Do you like it?“ Baekhyun promptly asks. „It is the department’s goal to make them look as real as possible.“
„I… I can’t complain. It’s incredible. Really incredible.“
If not absolutely staggering. Your whole body feels tingly.
Baekhyun shifts close to you by the millimeter the more you gape right at him. In the meantime, Mr. Kim stuffs his pen back into the lab coat with an understanding hum.
You have no idea what Baekhyun will do now.
Chapter 3: He Treats You So Right
„So, you agree to matching up with client 2B6?“ Mr. Kim asks Baekhyun.
„I do, sir,“ comes a faithful answer right away. Baekhyun’s cheeks become fuller in a beaming smile.
„Are you satisfied with the result and would like to take Baekhyun home?“ Mr. Kim now turns to you.
„Y—yes, I… I want to.“
You don’t even dare to blink. It feels like you’ve grown roots to the ground.
Is this a marriage ceremony? Is the kiss next? Are you supposed to strip on the spot to seal the deal?
But Mr. Kim is stoic.
„I see you are ready to go then. Baekhyun can explain most of his features by himself, anyways. Better than me, even.“
In fact, he sounds more hurried and neutral now. There’s work waiting for him, you can tell. And he sure as hell had his fair share of impatient clients.
You clench up hoping that you looking at Baekhyun like that isn’t that kind of—
Neediness?
You wish you could deny it. But you’ve made the purchase, you limped all the way here. It’s already obvious, it has to be. There’s no way they don’t pick up on it. It’s what drives Mr. Kim’s business almost endlessly, anyways. In this very moment, ten, maybe twenty, even thirty other bots are presented to clients in rooms scattered all over the faculty.
You have to pull yourself together. It’s not like you’re the only one. You center back to Mr. Kim.
„He can?“
„Yes. Any autonomous bot should be able to explain themselves, it’s what I believe in.“
Now that sounded like conviction indeed.
But you wonder why Mr. Kim still bothered going on tangents, then. But yet again, whatever was on the clipboard was a test run he had to monitor or something like that.
The way he asked Baekhyun if he wanted to match up with you must have been part of that. Baekhyun had agreed so fast and warmly, in such a genuine way of speaking.
Even now, his eyes look so inviting and full of reassurance. Without a single word.
Maybe he likes you. If he can feel something like that.
Or thinks of you as a… rational option. Why would Mr. Kim ask about ‚allowance‘ — or whatever it was — in such a manner, anyways? Wouldn’t it mean that Baekhyun did have a sense of affection? Trust, even? Maybe it was just a formality. A contract, or you were just reading too much into it. But it already stuck with you.
Mr. Kim monotonously continues. Maybe he notices how preoccupied you are. Or, after all, it’s a sentence he must’ve said a thousand times.
„If any other question arises, you know how to contact us.“
„Okay, great. I, I don’t know how to thank you.“
„Your contentment, that is the biggest reward,“ Baekhyun finally enters the conversation again. With a very, very big smile.
His eyes unequivocally ask for permission to touch you, and you grant it nodding. Whatever he wants to do— if Baekhyun is trusting towards you, now it’s your turn.
Baekhyun softly places his left hand on your upper arm, pointing toward the longer end of the lab room with the other.
„We’ll take the elevator over there. You can relax your foot a little. I hope we haven’t caused an inconvenience to you. We’re taking it slow on our way.“
Mr. Kim looks just as taken aback as you, if not more.
„Her foot?“
Baekhyun gazes back at the two of you as if you just asked him whether water is wet.
„It’s blatantly obvious by the way she stands, Mr. Kim. Recovering strained Achilles heel.“
The air is laden with gasoline, the cement blocks all around sleek and cold. Slowly approaching your silver little car in the cramped underground garage’s second story, Baekhyun first seems to scan the vehicle, then turns his head to you – seamlessly. You already anticipate him commenting on whatever scratch or rusty spot first caught his eye.
But instead, he looks courteous as ever.
„I can act as your chauffeur if you desire. Today’s traffic is very busy. I’m a smooth operator.“
You can’t help but laugh a little and picture Mr. Kim feeding a Sade playlist into Baekhyun’s system. Or who knows, any robot likely has instant access to Youtube with their hypermodern internet minds.
„Sounds convenient.“
You head towards the passenger seat after passing him the keys, with Baekhyun aptly entering the car from the other side. How his knees bend, how he slides right onto the seat. With such an oddly fluid way of doing it. It doesn’t escape your glance how easily he settles down and fastens his belt right away.
The scientists have really tested for everything.
Robots are legally permitted to drive since only five years and few are advanced enough to do so.
His side profile looks smooth from where you sit. The chin pointed and sharp, the nose straight, slightly long, and dainty. Baekhyun grips the steering wheel quite expertly with his left hand. He turns the key with the other.
„Your convenience is the most important to me. And I like driving vehicles,“ the engine starts. „It’s birds of a feather.“
You fasten your own seat belt, but rather as a reflex than by deliberation. You really have to stop yourself from consistently looking at him with what must be the most puzzled you’ve been yet.
„Oh, you mean, you get on well with other machines?“
„Your car has similar gears to mine, I can’t help it. Family.“
The engine revs up a bit, then quickly develops into a sonorous purr. Whenever you drive — your car strangely never sounds like that. On your way to the faculty, the engine rather resembled a gone-wild Spanish bull stomping and grunting around in heat.
Now that you think about it — Baekhyun spent over three years in the faculty complex. Who knows with what kinds of other machines he has communicated with. Comparing yourself is arguably unfair.
„Maybe grease is thicker than water,“ you say, cramped up fingers intertwining. You don’t know where your wit has been until now. At least you can try.
Baekhyun looks quite amused, actually.
„And yet, water runs much deeper,“ he says, turning the wheel.
The car already exits the garage’s wide neon-lined gate. Baekhyun enables the A/C with swift fingers. They’re strikingly pretty. Thin, long, and elven-like. His nails are perfectly almond-shaped and look peachy.
Once more— you have to snap yourself out of another way too detailed thought. The way he touched your arm left an impression.
You feverishly search for a conversation topic, all while trying to let your eyes wander around the street.
„Is there something like… bots missing the faculty?“ you ask, swiping a few strands of hair off your right cheek. The A/C is messing with your hair a little. Baekhyun has turned it up enough for you to feel sufficiently cooled down, however. „I mean, after such a long time there.“
„By the way you customized me, I already know your home is much cozier.“
You’re trying to catch up with what he said for a solid five seconds. By the time you understand, it dawns on you how ‚he is logical‘ very much extends to some kind of predictive conclusions. That hold to be… very true.
„Ah— I, I guess? So you didn’t like it there?“
„I was built for you, that’s where I belong,“ Baekhyun says, surprisingly firm in tone. „Mr. Kim said he’s not surprised I grew bored of the environment but couldn’t figure out how to find something to do.“
„Oh… I can imagine, the faculty very much looks that way.“
You’re perplexed — because Baekhyun shakes his head.
„It’s not the place,“ he says, and you can hear his voice becoming more serious. „It was you who was missing. That I felt that way was a natural thing. I apologize if this is too early to say so frankly.“
The car takes a suave right turn, entering the bustling main street. Cabs everywhere. Confusing flashes from traffic lights and tall glass windows at every corner. Alongside many of Brooklyn’s most crisp-looking skyscrapers, a few giant advertisement boards pass by. Two of them display the familiar, ever-looming logo.
>>> AndroTech Leisure Bots Inc <<<
  Moscow | New York | Seoul
Beneath it, a corresponding slogan in red print.
He treats you so right.
You try to gather your words. But they spill, and you can’t really look at him.
„No— I mean. It’s important we’re… you know, compatible. Isn’t that, that’s the entire deal behind all of this? That we like each other. It would be silly to do anything else. Especially when this is all so… deliberately done. You don’t have to say sorry, Baekhyun.“
Your friends would probably cringe at you saying this out loud. The majority of them think you’re an oddball spending not just the money, but so many days being nervous about meeting ‚some robot’.
Busy forever customizing ‚just a piece of talking plastic and metal’. Even Hwasa was skeptical. Hyuna said it’s kind of weird to buy someone, something like that as she emphasized. But with Baekhyun next to you, the words just come out.
It feels like you’re talking to— a person.
„Thank you. I haven’t heard any other client talk about a product like that. Nobody is obliged to do this.“
„That’s sad. And I don’t think you’re just a product.“
„You really bothered a lot with me. I promise to show my gratitude.“
Baekhyun lends you an arm to limp down the small garden pathway without putting too much weight on your foot. The door to your ugly duckling of a yellow row house has always been notoriously moody, but today, it creaks particularly loud.
Baekhyun begins to inspect it, briefly caressing your back along the way even if he seems quite preoccupied with the problem. You can hardly think straight and get lost in the touch —
Until it happens.
Your grumpy old neighbor, Mr. Lee from the opposing lawn, is not fully seen behind the large bush that separates his terrace from yours, but almost definitely heard with a loud huff of disapproval.
„Eh!“
He’s observed you arrive. Or rather, heard. Probably sitting in his rusty beach chair, smoking, wearing one of his old pastel golf shirts. You can practically feel the scorch of his falcon eyes burning a hole into Baekhyun’s chest at a distance of several dozen feet.
Chapter 4: Pink Clouds
Right through like a laser cannon. It’s not like it’s particularly cold, not in this area anyways, it’s a warm spring this year. But you do shiver for a second.
„Goes on my list to fix right after the scratch on the hood,“ Baekhyun remarks in the meantime, giving the hinges a quick glance before quickly closing the door.
Mr. Lee he doesn’t even notice.
You decide to play it cool and not rub it into Baekhyun’s face. He didn’t even turn his head after Lee’s single-word, but very telling hmph tirade.
Maybe it would weigh too heavy on his mind to get an odd glance by someone else right away at his new home. Or maybe you’re projecting. But you never know how he’d take it. He has to feel welcomed by you in the first place, you think, not some bigoted grandpa who knows nothing. Mr. Lee is such a boomer.
You’re glad Baekhyun is unfazed. And, maybe even oblivious?
„I quite like the door like this, actually,“ you say.
You let your hands graze over the old door patina, then lay down your house keys on the nearby window sill. Next Monday, you’ll visit the keysmith to create a duplicate. Everything about arriving together in your home feels unusual. Surreal, almost.
„Removed fixing the door from list,“ Baekhyun nods, taking his white shoes off. „Perfection is perspective.“
You imagine him actually keeping a painstaking file on this. Somewhere on a mile-long server at AndroTech. Now you know why the faculty is so large.
„It probably sounds charming when someone comes home to the other. I mean, when it creaks. I have to get used to that.“
You feel the embarrassment on your face saying that.
You try to see the rational point to distract from your blush. Getting a heart attack from him suddenly standing in your room sounds like something to squarely avoid. Just a day ago, you would have interpreted a second pair of footsteps on this very entrance floor as a very upfront burglar.
„That is a very good reason not to repair it.“
Baekhyun smiles, doing a 360° to marvel at the entrance area in its entirety. As if it wasn’t a terribly small room at all. There isn’t much to see except a pot plant and a copy of Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe print series, but he still makes big eyes regardless. Maybe this is heaven’s gate to someone who had to look at the faculty lights and way-too-large rooms for so long.
You should probably upload a video of this entire moment on your social media, but gripping the phone in your pocket feels odd. There’s no time to think about it twice anyways because Baekhyun comes to pick you up bridal style. That your heart skips more than a beat is in plain view, it has you gasping out.
„No more walking needed today. It’s leisure time!“
He lifts you far above his hip level with ease. Now you know why you wanted his arms to be big and strong. „Alright like this?“
„Wow, okay—!“
His voice is almost like a jingle, but the following squeal is strangely and completely him when he prances down the center hallway of your home. Being carried within your own four walls has knocked you off your feet indeed.
„Let me get you a blanket,“ Baekhyun props you down on your tiny mint green 80s style sofa just two minutes later. In the meantime, he has promised to make you pancakes for dinner. „You were shivering when we arrived.“
The sun has set, leaving the roof window dark above you. Instead, you’ve switched on the little blue, red, white and green lantern fairy lights dangling off the ceiling. Slipping under the sheets together is strange and oddly comforting at once. To have someone else lifting the duvet up at the same time as you. To come together underneath it.
It’s as Mr. Kim said. He is warm. And there’s a heartbeat, faint but constant, locked in his chest. You can hear it quite clearly once you opt for shifting closer to him. Whether you should be perplexed of amazed you’re unsure of. For his part, Baekhyun seems to bother getting cozy more than once by wiggling around. He finds the right position facing you laying on his side.
„You have a nice bed,“ he says, peeking at you. „Do you want to cuddle?“
He looks cute like that.
And why not.
His hair looks even more touchable in the soft light of the tiny lamps.
„Sure,“ you say, but it doesn’t sound like the most natural thing in the world. Your racing heart makes your voice more fragile than you want it to be.
„Like this? Is it alright for your foot?“
Both of you scoot together. You bury your head at his chest.
„Don’t take care of me too much, Baekhyun,“ you murmur into the fabric of his top. You can get used to having your face buried there. He doesn’t smell like grease at all. „My foot is okay as long as I don’t go berserk.“
Today’s sprint through the faculty had been the most Olympic thing you did in twelve months time, but that’s about it.
„Oh! I am sorry. Mr. Kim programmed me to anticipate and be of service as much as I can. Sometimes I go overboard.“
„I can deal with that,“ you nuzzle yourself into his chest even more. „Mr. Kim also made you a quick learner.“
„Yes, feedback is very important.“
„Mh, yeah.“
„I wanted to ask something related, actually.“
„Go ahead.“
You can’t help but clench your legs together. Bite your lip.
„You were clearly distressed when we arrived,“ his voice becomes serious. „I wasn’t sure whether it was because of me or something else.“
You feel your chest tighten.
Oh.
„Something else. It was something else. It’s not you, Baekhyun.“
„I figured. You were trying to distract from something so I wouldn’t be concerned.“
„It’s hard to hide bullshit from you,“ resurfaces your voice from his chest when you draw your head back from it.
„A bot doesn’t bother with issues, he solves them.“
He sounds confident.
„I don’t know if you can deal with this case.“
„You won’t know. You haven’t told me, after all.“
You sigh.
„It’s… someone who doesn’t like bots very much.“
„Who is it? Is there someone bothering you because of me?“
„Mister Lee. He lives next to us.“
„I see. What happened with him?“
Baekhyun’s response actually sounds far more composed than you thought. His tone is quite soothing.
„He was giving us strange looks when we arrived. Not the meh kind. The aggressive kind. You should stay away from him.“
Lord knows Mr. Kim did not build you some kind of war machine to fend off a raging boomer armed with a hark, golf club, and probably a bucket of water to shortcut Baekhyun.
„It must be a bad experience with another model. That’s what usually happened in such a case. He doesn’t know me personally, after all.“
„Maybe. It is not your fault, either way.“
„There are many people who are afraid of androids for many reasons,“ Baekhyun shrugs. „Jealousy, conspiracies, feelings of not being enough. Some of them even become clients and mistreat their bots, Mr. Kim has told me about a few cases.“
You’re taken aback.
„Why would they?“
„It’s the ultimate control or revenge experience. It’s a legal grey area.“
A silence follows. You don’t want to imagine these things but can’t help but do.
„Then I’m surprised Mr. Lee doesn’t own a bot himself. His… hatred is very strong for your kind.“
„I’ll research in our data banks about this. Maybe he had.“
„You think something went wrong?“
„It can happen.“
„Just… don’t get yourself involved with him up close. He’s creepy. Even if you know about cases like this.“
Baekhyun cocks his head into a smile.
„You’re protective of me. I appreciate that.“
And yet again— He caught you. Whether there is anything Baekhyun doesn’t see right through is reduced to a rhetorical question at this point. Sugarcoating wasn’t relevant on your website form in the first place.
„I’m… sure you look out for yourself. Just didn’t want you to feel unwanted the second we arrive.“
You avoid his eyes. Again.
„It wasn’t necessary, but that makes me feel even more welcome, you know,“ Baekhyun faithfully invites you to snuggle back up against him by leaning forward. „Few owners shield their products from harm. Other than for reasons of us being expensive investments.“
„I dunno. Aren’t most bots sentient?“
„To a degree. They’re built to resemble humans as much as possible.“
„Then— I think, emotional harm is just as shitty as some gears getting torn off or something. If there is consciousness in you. You think for yourselves after all.“
You state it with conviction. Mr. Lee doesn’t seem to realize anything of that.
„I do perceive it. But my brain makes it so that I draw neutral conclusions often. Maybe it’s because my purpose is to be of convenience. No owner needs a dwelling Shakespeare robot defunct in a day-long crisis because he self-indulges. Although I am able to recite all his plays.“
Neutral conclusions. You don’t think you fully understood that yet. Was it— Just like how Baekhyun reacted to Mr. Lee’s taunting? He wasn’t enraged nor happy. He didn’t register it at all.
„Is that… why bots stay with abusive owners?“
You try to utter this carefully, and most of it gladly turns out muffled. Still, Baekhyun acutely understands. You can tell by just how fast he answers.
„The bot will rebuild or reprogram oneself in case of damage. But walking back to Mr. Kim a model would never do. Feeling traumatized or targeted is foreign to us. We could be bored at most,“ Baekhyun shrugs again, and you remember how he experienced the faculty. Boredom. „But that’s only because our processors suggest we need new input and learn.“
Now it makes sense. You give a sharp nod.
„A robot doesn’t become a victim,“ Baekhyun continues. „He becomes trash in a worst-case scenario. A waste of material and innovation. And even then, he won’t feel sad. If he does look sad, it’s to accommodate the feelings of someone who feels sorry for him. And for showing an appropriate situational cue. It’s picked up solely from language we acquired, and our courtesy protocol. Not something like hormone receptors. If we are destroyed for fun by an owner, that’s the emotional baggage of nobody. Mr. Kim perhaps, but he will just build another bot. While we— well. It’s not a concern to us, naturally. We will protect ourselves only to preserve what the client purchased.“
„So… That’s where humans and androids are different.“
„It’s the last gap in science. That we really feel something below the surface. Maybe it’s a blessing, maybe it’s not. Sometimes I wish I could learn it.“
„I think you could experience a feeling like that. You’re self-aware. And Mr. Kim is probably building this whole hormone thing as we speak.“
„It’s quite a thought experiment. On the one hand, I was created to make rational decisions. On the other, I wish I had the presence to live through self-generated, volatile emotions.“
„Isn’t yearning for feeling not feeling already?“
„It is of academic interest. That I want to evolve and experience myself is a wish programmed into to me by Mr. Kim. Because it was a wish by you.“
„Right.“
On the website, you had specified to make Baekhyun self-developing.
„Maybe I will feel something one day.“
„I am convinced it could happen.“
„Until now, I can only mirror someone else’s feelings. With words and the strings that move my face to make expressions.“
„I think I know why many people are jealous of robots. They don’t have the burden of this chemical cocktail inside of them. The irony is… robots want to have that cocktail while humans want to get rid of it.“
Baekhyun picking up on your every mood and approaching you so eagerly with his observations of it is no longer a mystery. He tried to assimilate the sentiments as much as possible. To grow, evolve, whatever the objective might be called.
„The grass is always greener on the other side as they say. Maybe that’s why we do this exchange.“
„That’s like people with curly hair wanting straight hair and the other way around. Never content with that they have and valuing the opposite.“
„Are you not happy with your own cocktail yourself? You sound like you do.“
„It’s… a lot of responsibility to have this. And a hassle anyway.“
Baekhyun chuckles. It must have been an equation in his mind.
„Humans don’t like feeling something negative. It’s interesting how strong their survival instincts are. Bots don’t have this.“
„Yeah. We crave happiness.“
„I will probably never know what that is like. I was created for fulfilling someone else’s.“
To have someone made to make your survival easier. And to make you happy. It’s not something you can yet grasp. You feel obliged to be grateful.
„I wish you could feel it.“
„Your wish is my command, I have to thank you.“
„Maybe this human cocktail is good for at least something. Inspiring someone who can’t have it.“
„From an outsider’s perspective, it is quite something, actually.“
„So— It mends your ‚boredom‘ when you make us happy? And that makes you ‚happy‘?“
Baekhyun nods.
„That’s how it is. Maybe happiness for a bot translates to their brain and physical form getting fed information. We don’t feel how we enjoy this process, but we see how our system thrives when that information comes in. And that registers as a task fulfilled. Which is the best state of a robot to be in.“
„Is it that helping you learn about things makes you something… close to happy?“
That Mr. Kim stressed so much that Baekhyun needs interaction for input doesn’t seem so overstated anymore.
„Yes. But it’s not ‚about things‘.“
„Oh?“
„It’s helping me learn things about you.“
His voice is serious. Your legs feel kind of wobbly at that.
„The regular conversation thing, right.“
„It’s the only requirement from you. It might not seem like a lot, but to me, it’s important. I depend on new things coming my way.“
„Do other clients get that request to talk a lot with their bots, too?“
„Most need only a minimal amount of input. I’m one of the few leisure models who was customized with an emphasis on intellect.“
„Made you a bit of a contradiction I guess.“
„Mr. Kim said that it’s what makes me one of his favorite projects. It’s because of your ideas and that you cared to make me special. I am important to you in some way.“
The word strikes a chord.
Special.
Maybe Baekhyun is. And you bolstered yourself up by making him so to escape the lonely single pringle void. Equipping him with intricate characteristics to give him and yourself a kind of—legitimacy?
Then again, you haven’t interacted with other leisure models other than watching overedited videos of them. Each of those bots could be equally complex. Knowing of Mr. Kim’s genius that sneaks into everything a bot does, the benefit of the doubt still rules.
„Lots of learn talk, then. Anything specific to make it, I mean, quality input?“
Who knows, you think, he might want to learn foreign languages.
„There is a way of making it particularly effective,“ Baekhyun says.
„Remind me often, then. What is it?“
You anticipate some grand revelation. But Baekhyun doesn’t look like it.
„It’s when you touch me. When we, we touch each other. I was built with this in mind. Kinetic learning is what I process best.“
„Touch…—“
„If this is okay for you?“
Almost instantly— You flush. And nod.
„Your skin is unbelievable.“
„It has memory, actually. In particular places it’s very pronounced. Do you want to try it?“
„Yes.“
Baekhyun eases out of your cuddling position first, then loosens the velcro of his top, making space for his bare chest.
What you see shortens your breath.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
His eyes invite you to lay your hand between his collar bones, actually, just a little bit lower. He is entirely comfortable, even leaning forward into the touch.
Judging by how he opens his top even more, your hand has permission to trace down to his solar plexus. So warm and soft, and still: Firm, as if he worked out every day last week.
„What is meant by memory, actually?“ you can’t keep yourself from asking, even with your attention almost fully centered on how his chest arches under your fingers as if he was breathing.
And again, the heartbeat. Your fingertips delight in its strong pulse.
„The more you enjoy something, the more often I can give you the opportunity.“
„That’s how it works, then…“
„Since you like stroking my chest,“ Baekhyun looks down on your hand. „If you allow, you won’t see me with this top on lying next to you often.“
You suck in air. Wow.
„You don’t beat around the bush, Baekhyun.“
„There is no reason not to if I want to please you as much as possible.“
„I would like it. If you prefer that?“
Now, he seems surprised.
„Nobody has asked me this before.“
„Really?“
„My principle is this. If you prefer it, I do.“
„You don’t have your own preferences with these kinds of things?“
„I can come up with ideas. Things for us to try when we touch. But I won’t be partial. It’s all your part.“
„That’s a lot of responsibility for me,“ you puff out. Baekhyun shakes his head right away.
„Someone who customized every last detail of me is a very decisive person. And don’t feel burdened,“ he says. „I already know you like to take everything step by step. When I carried you, I felt it. You don’t have to worry. Just feel my heart.“
Maybe he knows you better than you do.
„Okay.“
Using his right hand, he reaches towards his chest. Baekhyun’s hand ends up cupping yours. Minutes pass. You survey his heartbeat. Sometimes, it switches pace. After almost twenty minutes pass and your lids start to flutter, Baekhyun switches off the lights and whispers goodnight.
Bright Saturday noon daylight. Bustling flocks of people. Weekend joys, lots of pocket money spent. You can smell fries, candied fruits, popcorn, and cigarette smoke all around.
„Normally, I’m a stay-at-home android,“ Baekhyun says, close beside you. „I didn’t know this could be so entertaining.“
Together with you, he watches a bearded Italian man at a stall. Expertly, the man swirls feathery light cotton candy threads back and forth with a thin stick. It smells amazing. Slowly but surely, letting thin layers of floss gather.
„I just try to go by Mr. Kim’s advice and introduce something new,“ you laugh, meanwhile handing the Italian’s assistant two coins for your candy floss.
„I never knew something like an edible pink cloud could be made.“
Baekhyun ogles the Italian as if he were a magician, prompting stifled laughter in the queue of the stall.
„I’m actually surprised,“ you pick up the wooden stick, then take your first bite. „That it’s not something you were already programmed with knowing.“
Side by side, you stroll off the stall, letting the other queuing customers step to the counter now.
„The faculty is like it’s own universe,“ Baekhyun shrugs. „The scientists don’t think about pink clouds there. I’m only a reflection of what they can imagine a prototype to be like.“
You get what he means. In such a sterile environment, you don’t think about sweets.
„Guess I’ll take you out of town more often,“ you pull apart the candy floss a little. Then, you hand Baekhyun a piece of it. You know he’s practically dying to touch it by the way his fingers twitch. Unsurprisingly, he immediately begins to poke into it.
„I like the funfair a lot,“ he nods. Meanwhile, you begin to stroll, passing other stalls every so often. „There are so many people. And this feels almost as soft as your hair.“
„Really? It surely isn’t.“
„Scientifically and physically speaking—“
„Okay, okay, I believe you.“
„I wish I could eat pink clouds myself.“
„The taste is like, well caramel, if you know what that is?“
„Caramel is a mixture of sugar, salt, cream, and butter,“ Baekhyun’s voice snaps into what you think is some kind of memory mode. „Henri Le Roux was the first chocolatier to sell it in 1980, though it is said to be an originally Arabic treat. Traditionally, it is served in small blocks that have about the same color as honey.“
„Yes exactly, and it’s really sweet.“
„What does sweet taste like?“
„Oh… I don’t even know how you could describe that. It’s kind of addictive? Very light… pleasant. Maybe, just how you believe a pink cloud tastes like.“
„If it’s pleasant, it’s a good thing,“ Baekhyun offers you the piece of floss that you gave him. „Maybe we should visit the stall again after we saw the carousel.“
„I’ll get cavities, Baek, and the portion is huge!“
„Oh— I’m sorry,“ he retreats his hand again, keeping the piece to himself. „I’ve never felt how it’s like to have a stomach.“
„You’re both lucky and not so lucky, then. You can’t eat candy but you can’t get stomach aches either.“
Baekhyun doesn’t quite look like he agrees, but keeps on gently kneading the cotton piece in his hands. Almost like a stress ball, but you can tell he gauges its characteristics.
A bot must hardly ever feel stress. Unless you do have him play tennis, or whatever else Mr. Kim would suggest Baekhyun to do for the sheer academic fun of it. But again — You remember saying that Baekhyun knows your home is cozy. Maybe he likes doing relaxed things and going out this way.
„Where humans have a stomach,“ he says, patting his belly, „I have an engine. It can be defect if I’m reckless.“
„That’s fair enough!“ you laugh, then point at the white and yellow carousel that begins to shift into sight behind the stalls. „I sure as hell won’t make you ride this one.“
„It’s so large!“
The big eyes he made at the cotton candy are nothing compared to how Baekhyun looks at the carousel.
„It always spins for ten minutes or so. You’ll see in a few seconds. I got vertigo last time I went on there with my brother. Watching is way nicer.“
„I wouldn’t recommend you get in there either, your foot isn’t fully healed yet.“
„Oh, you don’t need your feet for that.“
„Really?“
„You’re pretty much lifted in the air. Look,“ you point at the passengers finding their place. After a lanky guy has controlled all of the security belts, the seats rise, and then stars to spin around at a slow pace. Baekhyun seems like he’s just discovered the formula for beaming someone through space.
„Mr. Park told me there are things like this. And I’ve seen pictures of it. But I didn’t think it’d be like that. They’re flying!“
„M-hm.“
At this point, you are sure Baekhyun has an interest in physics. You decide to linger close to him, observing the seats fly past overhead. People cheer. Baekhyun smiles.
After a while, he turns his head to you. He sees that you’re spaced out. He turns his eyes back to the seats. It’s only after the carousel slows down that he turns to you again.
„Is there something that has preoccupied you?“
„Pardon?“
„You looked like you were wondering about something. Is it the faculty?“
You couldn’t hide the most trivial secret even if you wanted to. At least you won’t have a divorce from your robot husband at 47 because of a skeleton in the closet.
„I… was thinking about a moment before we said goodbye there,“ you say, chucking the wooden stick of the cotton candy into a nearby trash can.
„I knew you still had a question. But you didn’t want to ask in front of Mr. Kim, right?“
Any other person saying this would sound like a smug accuser, but Baekhyun speaks as if he was talking about the weather. There is no guile in him.
„Maybe. I don’t know. I was just wondering what this whole matching up thing was about.“
„Ah, that’s what it was.“
„It was confusing to me. I tried to explain it to myself somehow,“ you shrug. „Didn’t want to make it awkward.“
Looking at Baekhyun, he very well has that explanation up his sleeve. Maybe you should have asked earlier.
„AndroTech believes that robots can make up their minds to go with the client or not.“
„They do?“
„Perhaps not based on reasons that a human would think about to make a decision. But nevertheless, it’s their free will. If he says no, a new bot will be presented to the customer a week later.“
You’re genuinely surprised — and have a thousand questions already.
„I didn’t know that. I always thought that once the money is paid, it’s a set deal.“
Now you’re racking your brain why no such thing was stated on the website. You bet it’s a terms-of-service rule in font size 5.
„Mr. Kim says we should trust our judgment,“ Baekhyun continues. „It’s meant to protect us without being patronizing, I think. We can decide. At least at the beginning. I don’t know if bots like me have left their owners.“
„Maybe it’s a warning for clients who think they can do anything just because they paid.“
„I think so,“ Baekhyun says. „It’s also expensive for the faculty if something with the insurance happens. Or complicated repairs, that kind of thing.“
You’re cocking up a brow.
„That doesn’t have a lot to do with your free will, though.“
„It has to be mutually beneficial. Bots get to choose, Mr. Kim’s projects increase in security by doing that. Companies work by deals. Maybe it’s not a bad thing. I’m thankful I could decide. And I’m thankful they made me.“
Baekhyun’s statement couldn’t sound any more genuine to you, and you believe that he really is.
„You get to see pink clouds,“ you point back to the direction of the Italian stall.
„That, and— I get to see you.“
Baekhyun looks you straight in the eye now. It’s like in the lab room all over again.
You can’t get out anything other than an awkward stuttering noise.
„I, yes.“
„You have to know. I’m only built to learn about things like pink clouds because it pleases you.“
„Are you sure?“ you tilt your head, regaining your full voice tone again. „You wanted to taste the candy, too.“
Baekhyun takes a bit longer to answer now. He seems to ponder.
„That’s true,“ he eventually concludes. „Maybe I’m more selfish than I thought.“
Baekhyun’s head sinks. The eye contact breaks.
You haven’t seen him look sad before, or at least don’t remember it. Even if the funfair is in bright daylight, his eyes look as if they dim down.
„Hey. It’s not wrong wanting a taste,“ you reach forward to cup his chin. „You’re a leisure bot. You have to analyze these things, don’t you? Or, if you could, just enjoy them for yourself, you know.“
„I never thought of it this way.“
„That Mr. Kim gave you the opportunity to decide,“ you linger in your touch, „means that you’re not just here for me. You can experience things from your perspective.“
„I was doubtful it could be true.“
„But it is, Baekhyun.“
„I still can’t try pink clouds…“
„You still can. Just your way, you see. Skin memory.“
You take a moment to muster all your guts and lean in close, then kiss Baekhyun on the lips. They are subtly warm and pliable. Small, but plush. They gently pucker, as if they returned the kiss.
You never thought it could feel so authentic. Even what feels like accelerated breath ghosts over your skin. Baekhyun seems to notice your astonishment, opening his lips just a little. Maybe just to snap you out of paralysis and prove that what you feel is nowhere near the full extent of how he can move.
Or maybe— it is an invitation.
Eventually, you convince your mind that this is not just an illusion. The feeling on your lips is very real.
Unlike moments ago, you don’t hesitate. You let your tongue dip forward just enough to separate his lips by millimeters. They promptly ease around you. Baekhyun’s teeth are considerably small, and it figures, it all fits the petite frame. However, they don’t scratch your tongue one bit, you glide right across them instead. His bottom lip feels plump and works so easily as a cushion.
He’s already relaxed his jaw. You don’t even notice that he hardly tastes like anything. All you are concerned with is lapping the taste of cotton candy into him, and going by how his lips tighten, Baekhyun has understood how to take it in.
A sudden heat permeates you. Along with it comes a lewd idea, flickering before your inner eye. The imagination of Baekhyun sucking on your clit like that makes your tongue pull back to its original position. As if you had to breathe in. He notices. He’ll do something about it. It’s not just the low pressure in his mouth now that you retreated. Baekhyun wants more cotton candy. His dark eyes are begging.
What slips out to briefly nip at your top lip… his tongue. The back of your head surprisingly registers a steady touch by now — it is Baekhyun’s right hand gently cupping the surface your hair. His touch is so nuanced, you don’t feel his fingers, only how your own hair cushions back against your head. By the time his tongue retreats, your lips tingle with warmth.
Now you want more.
All he dared was a little nip, but you are curious of feeling his tongue to explore more. Baekhyun hardly has to riddle what it means that your hand sneaks up to his jaw from underneath and guides his chin toward you.
His lashes shake and eventually cast down when he releases himself into you. Baekhyun’s tongue surrenders quickly between your lips and accepts your tongue, swirling slow and deliberate as if you would coat him with liquid sugar.
Your hand doesn’t feel like leaving its position. Baekhyun’s jaw is narrow and not at all difficult to hold between your fingertips. You let him pulse and lick into you softly. Taste all the sweetness. His bottom lip is all wet and soft against yours. Slow and moaning. You sure do hear him gasp and whine at the back of his throat.
That it’s all just your saliva and his voice is all but a speaker feels so surreal. With Baekhyun’s tongue in your mouth, very aptly moving, it’s all nothing but a kiss with a robot. It feels so hard to part and stop, to catch a breath.
What must have been twenty seconds looking like a semi-chaste, bordering provocative kiss from a certain distance really got your blood circulating. Baekhyun’s eyes have become yearning.
„If that’s what it tastes like…“
„We have a lot to do when we get home.“
Chapter 5: Are You The Machine?
Being times more the social butterfly, Hwasa told you to buy a convertible sofa when you moved in — very much unknowing of Baekhyun joining your household three years later.
The number of birthday parties and overnight guests you actually found the couch useful for you can count on two hands. Six days ago, you were already pondering to give it away. Who knew you would’ve regretted that big time. You promise to write Hwasa a thank you text for being sensible later.
Despite looking small in its usual state, the couch always proves to be much larger than your actual bed in its extended form, and is much firmer to rest on. A little dull with its mint color, but that you can squarely ignore. It doesn’t creak, smells pretty neutral, and is situated in the precise middle of the living room where soft lighting emanates from three corners of the area at once without it being too obnoxious to the eye.
For a guest, sleeping on it would mean a tough night and tense back. But for Baekhyun, it’s a perfectly steady surface to recline on. He’s been stripping off his top true to his promise from last night, neatly folding it afterwards. He lays it aside just as gently as he leans back, being the first one on the sofa.
„Okay, are you ready?“
His tone is relaxing.
„Yes.“
But you don’t let that fool you, climbing on the sofa yourself now. Baekhyun’s eyes rest on you more observant than ever. Calmly, not remotely rude, but still taking in every clue. You realize that it’s what he’s been made for. It’s his hour. So he’s not going to ignore one little detail true to his nature.
You feel naked even if you’re still clothed even if it’s not Baekhyun’s intent. The way you had no chance in hiding your foot injury, you are now all too aware that he sees your nervous breath going deep.
Whenever you’re vulnerable, you opt for the fast lane. Today is no different. Knowing your favorite safe spot, you head for his chest. Baekhyun’s arms accept you knowingly. You’re snug against him in seconds. And kiss his neck, again and again, until you look up to catch another breath.
„Is, is that good?“
You hate saying that but you still did. Making big eyes at him as if it was the first thing you’ve ever done with a man.
Baekhyun visibly notes your haste and struggle for words just so that something is said. He’s deliberate in taking a moment before his answers.
„Can I ask you something?“ he eventually says, with a silvery overlay in his voice swinging along his words.  
„No problem?“ you cock your head. The request is coming soon. You wonder what’s been on his mind. Maybe he doesn’t like neck kisses. You find yourself holding your breath both out of suspense and not to sound like you’re running out of it. It’s like the faculty all over again. Baekhyun smoothes his right palm into the nape of your neck.
„If I could do all the work…“
„Oh—“
„I think we’d be in the spots we’re comfortable in. Please don’t misunderstand.“
„No no, I get it.“
„You don’t have to overextend yourself for me,“ he continues, in a low tone.
„Sorry, Baekhyun,“ you cast down your eyes. „I’m acting all stupid again.“
„I’m not saying that. What I mean is— I can show you how my body works the best when we try it this way. I want to find out every way to make you satisfied. I’m afraid I’m not suitable the other way around no matter how I twist it. Please don’t be sad because of this. Just tell me what to do. Anything. The best way to please me is still to please yourself. You don’t have to worry about me not getting an experience out of it. It’s just happening in my way that might not be visible to you.“
Baekhyun ends with a serious look.
You remember the phrase of Mr. Kim.
The, well, the only thing Baekhyun needs from you is regular interaction. As I said: Learning is vital to him. Absolutely vital.
Once more, you have to remind yourself. What keeps Baekhyun running is nowhere near the same thing as what makes you do what you do.
You turn a bit red realizing it’s not 50 rapid-fire kisses that he needs. Except to know that you like doing that maybe. But other than that, what Mr. Kim said between the lines is that Baekhyun will stagnate or even degenerate if you don’t talk to him the right way. Not about him, but about yourself.
„You… want the essentials to learn. You prefer when I speak and command.“
He gives a clean nod. You got the point.
„I will do everything else. When I say I want to act— This is not me trying to control you or something like that. I just think it’s good to start out this way. I want the weight off those two,“ he points at your shoulders. „You feel a lot of pressure that you have to do something. Me allowing you draining your energy feels counterproductive to me. I’m not saying you’d be bad at pleasing. I merely can’t help it. Fulfilling your wishes, if you will.“
„I’ve never done this before. I try to instruct you as good as I can. Sometimes I forget what you were made for.“
Maybe that learning process involves not just him figuring you out. It dawns on you that your responsibility for Baekhyun is nothing you can underestimate.
„You think of me as a person you can please. I appreciate this. But I want you refreshed and not exhausted like that. And I apologize if I’m very insisting or stopping you. Or if you feel very watched or transparent because I try to understand you. I just have to say this so we work out well from the start.“
Baekhyun’s eyes drop to your chest quite unequivocally. Of course, he’s seen you getting all worked up.
„I, I get that. I get what you mean. I think I’ve tried to bite off more than I can chew,“ you clamp up your hands. „That was too fast. I’m still running on my old bad habits.“
It strikes you in your gut that you’re the one acting like you’re automatic.
Dull, unreflected. Merely reactive if anything.  Do you realize,  you think,  how fucked up that is. Baekhyun has been behaving more human that you do. Are you the machine?
„I’m not… used to someone watching out for me this way. If I’m not saying what I want… all you can do is take every clue you get.“
Admitting that might make you feel tighter in the lungs, but at least it was honest. Maybe that’s part of responsibility, too. You’re starting to get why interrupted you. There’s a roadblock that needs to get taken down. And that block is inside of you.
Baekhyun very well knows you’re not ready nor really craving to bounce up and down on him for half an hour without getting a cramp or looking mighty weird. Not with that foot injury in the first place.
„I won’t need a clue if I already know I can do something for you. That brings me fun. You can be selfish. Be as selfish as you want to until it’s second nature. I know you have good intent. I can help you learn this. But I take the bulk of things. You don’t have to be ambitious with me.“
Baekhyun’s voice really does make you feel like you don’t have to worry about it. Until it’s second nature, then. Being so new to this really makes you scattered in your thoughts.
„I’ll remember this. I, I think I have something that I want you to try with me.“
Your hands unclamp. At least a little.
„All ears,“ he smiles. You push a strand of hair behind your ear. And another one.
„Is it weird if we try something experimental first?“
Starting out slow and uneventful or taking a dare. You went through either scenario in your head already. Either case, you’d overwhelm yourself or make the first time awkward. At least you hope this one works out.
„You gave me over 280 customizations. We can do something different for almost every day of the year. I think anyone would be curious.“
Talk about being too ambitious. You already saw what kind of stir that caused in the faculty.
„Mr. Kim must have thought I’m crazy.“
„He overworked himself. But he said it was entertaining to construct. Almost everything you came up with is now inside here,“ Baekhyun points at himself.
„Still can’t believe it.“
„And I won’t complain about having more options either. It helps me to cater to you much better. Just ask away.“
Very well. You gather yourself already.
It’s not like you’ve been thinking about a certain thing all the way home from the funfair. You try to make it come out cohesive and confident, but all you can do is mumble. Baekhyun’s face so up close makes your words unstable.
„So, uh. It said on the website you have this special mechanism and… you know what I wrote below that in the questionnaire. I was, I was just giving it a try and, you don’t have to do this if that doesn’t work out or something. It was just an idea. I don’t know.“
Somewhere beyond that word spill, you can still see how Baekhyun already looks like he knows exactly what you mean.
„The  Special Request .“
You swallow hard. That sounds like a brow-raising term that probably the entire faculty departments passed around back and forth in their memos and emails. You feel like hiding for 50 years. Maybe you should resort to digging a hole in your garden and disappear from civilization in an underground cave system. Planting beetroots and carrots shouldn’t be too difficult down there, even in this day and age.  
„The… special request. I mean, this is something that I don’t have to do anything for, technically? Not with my foot, right? But I hope this is not too special or something like that.“
Unlike yours, Baekhyun’s face is completely relaxed.
„I’d be glad to test this out with you,“ he says. „And I have to be frank. Mr. Kim said this might have been the best idea you could have given a robot scientist to work on, you know.“
Now that comes as a surprise that makes you exhale pretty sharply. He can’t lie about this, can he?
Again, you feel the blood shoot up to your face. You couldn’t be any more flustered. Maybe this actually wasn’t a too bad idea.
But still. Out of all things, you really asked him to do  this .
Just about the most perverted thing you could think of at the moment.
Special Request. What a mad thing to do. And now you’re here and he said yes. It’s bizarre. You feel the urge to jolt.
„…I’ll be getting a towel.“
But there’s a loving hand rested on your shoulder as you do.
„Y/N. There might be someone else who’s supposed to do that,“ Baekhyun holds you back from jumping up and rolling off the bed entirely. „Your politeness is quite incredible to me, I must say.“
And you did the same mistake again.
You grit your teeth, snap back into Mr. Kim’s advice. Instruct, instruct, instruct. It feels like you have to rewire your brain from scratch.
„Please— bring me a towel, Baekhyun,“ you rephrase, pause in your movement, and take a deep breath. Giving commands like that wasn’t anything like you’ve done with your previous boyfriend. You never dared. You thought it would bother him.
But Baekhyun is headed down the hallway in almost a split second. He returns with not one, but two towels. And— A hair tie.
He hands it to you with a little smile. Baekhyun didn’t miss you swipe your hair out of your face multiple times.
Concentrated in his work, he gets busy stacking one towel at the end of the bed and splaying out the other across the sheets. Waiting, you sit at the edge and watch. His movements are economical and fast. Once the bigger towel of the two is neatly lined up as a square, he stops to look at you.
Okay , you think to yourself.  Next thing you want, next thing… He’s not here to chit chat nor are you. Don’t be silly and ask why he’s looking at you like that. You can’t just ask for towels and it’s done with the whole instruction thing. He doesn’t mind if you say this with more directness. Bots can’t read minds. It’s not like he’s working on autopilot like some other pleasure models do. It won’t sound weird, it’s what he needs. Say something, say something. Keep it crisp now.
„Come pick me up. Settle me on this.“
That’s more like it.
„All as you wish.“
Baekhyun scoops you up from the edge of the bed without any seeming effort. When you first arrived at your house, you already felt just how easily his arms were carrying you. Who’s to blame? In the online questionnaire, you requested nothing less than that.
Given what he’s made of and how he’s powered, his muscle capacity can’t fade. It’s crafted for endurance. You find yourself transfixed on his biceps gulping. That he’s topless and you can feel his heartbeat doesn’t help.
„Is there something wrong with my arms?“ he stops on the spot.
Baekhyun took only the blink of an eye to notice. You might as well blurt out your entire uncensored thoughts whenever they come up. Maybe you’re wrong about the mind-reading thing. Again.
„I was just wondering… You can’t really tire, right.“
He seems to have anticipated the question. Meanwhile, the shakiness in your voice is hard to conceal.
„Every model,“ he retorts, „is instructed to take that into consideration. We’re not getting together with a fellow bot who works the way we do. Mr. Kim told us many times that we have to mind the difference.“
„So this is part of the testing?“
„Yes. Underestimating it is a bad idea. Not because we want to insult a human or anything. It’s just a mechanical thing to mind. We’re just built this way. By virtue of the material if you will.“
„Yeah. You’re really strong…“
As of yet, Baekhyun’s posture holding you is still the very same. He grips you from underneath your upper back and knees without crouching or wavering. His body’s balance is absolute nuts. Every other guy would’ve shifted your weight or his feet somehow. And Baekhyun isn’t even reaching 5’10 or looks particularly buff from a distance. At the carousel, he even looked as if he was a kid.
„There’s no reason to worry,“ he immediately shakes his head. „I’ll be very careful. I know that I have to harness my strength. I’m not going to do things roughly unless you really want it.“
Now that you think about it. He could probably pulverize you with one thrust. Rest in peace, uterus.
„So, you can adapt to me, right?“
On the inside, you already beat yourself up for questioning Baekhyun like that. He’s your creation. Mr. Kim perfected him. He doesn’t have flawed human intentions or ulterior motives. Comparing him to guys who didn’t have your best interest in mind is an unfair thing. All of his body is regulated and under meticulous control. The way he kissed you at the funfair was done with impeccable measure. Everything down to the millimeter. There is no reason to mistrust him.
„If there’s anything I’m programmed to do, it’s that,“ he says through a smile, causing his cheeks to become adorably full. Up close like that, again you notice how small his face is.
„That’s, that’s true,“ you soothe yourself, and make effort to hold onto him. Although you probably wouldn’t fall off by accident even if you randomly flailed around.
„You don’t have to be afraid. I couldn’t hurt you even if I get a bug.“
„Heard about it,“ you say, recalling one of the first videos you watched about pleasure models online.
„I would shut down and Androtech gets an emergency video call that goes straight to your phone.“
Nothing less than that has also been the first bullet point in the online document you received after sending Mr. Kim your questionnaire. You signed the paper only a week ago.
„Okay. Yeah, there are many precautions. Even if your system runs on an error, nothing’s gonna happen.“
„You got it. I’ll do everything slowly, okay.“
Slowly bending forward, he plants you in the center of the sofa with the spread towel well distributed all underneath. You could roll to the side, it’d still cover the area well enough. With you on your back and feet propped up, Baekhyun joins you kneeling on his heels at a certain distance. Seeing him this way makes him look cute. It’s hard to believe that someone sitting so chastely on your sheets could probably elbow any bypassing truck into a street ditch.
You have to gather yourself again. Deep breaths from the belly. The nervousness is back stronger than ever.
Hey. This is what you got him for,  you say to yourself.
Why’d you be a chicken? Baekhyun is just as sweet as you wanted him to be. Strip and get your orgasms. That’s what he’s here for. Not hurling you to outer space or whatever. It’s rude if you pretend anything else and have him wait. You spent too much time customizing the living hell out of the website and Mr. Kim’s team worked too hard on this for you to ruin it like a scaredy-cat. This is what you wanted. Literally, exactly what you were imagining. Now do him the favor to fulfill that, and do yourself the favor. You’re more of a prick if you deprive him of things he can do for you than if you are selfish for once. This is taking way too long. It’s ridiculous. You can make this so simple.
You have to admit that the sudden inner voice came up at the right time for a pep talk. You make sure to put the right weight into your voice.
„Please take off my clothes.“
Chapter 6: Candy Apples
You exhale, mentally flip through the safeword instructions that the faculty website provided at the top of the questionnaire. Stop for stop, pausefor pause, more for more. Straightforward business. They know they’re dealing with nervous clients.
Once Baekhyun is done peeling your jeans off, he nonchalantly tosses them off the sofa knowing very well you made a strange face at him for folding his own clothes. You have to laugh and almost forget that you’re almost entirely naked in front of him for a moment.
Your voice would probably come out too squeaky and trembling at this point. So you take the liberty of reaching for Baekhyun’s wrist. It’s surprisingly small with your fingers loosely wrapped around it. His pretty fingers couldn’t be any more enticing. You questioningly shoot a glance up at him.
„Yes. Guide me,“ he whispers, and it sounds as intimate as it did last night under the fairy lights. „That’s perfect.“
As good as you can, you at least try to get more comfortable on your back. You don’t dare to laxly spread your legs yet, but manage to bring his hand close enough between them. Your voice comes out in staccato, but it’s still more stable than you thought.
„Your thumb… And your index… Please rub me.“
Baekhyun lowers his hand on your core in a soft pace.
„Okay. Very slowly,“ he says. „I’m starting now. And always say stop if you want me to. You know the safeword system, right?“
You nod.
„It said you’ll also give me clues for tapping.“
At least when the situation requires it.
„I’ll be sending Mr. Kim a message that I’m in good hands just like he thought,“ a very content Baekhyun smiles gently at you.
His touch is quite feathery at first, not lingering for too long as to see how you react. Baekhyun’s hands are sweet and slender on you, nor are his palms very wide. They both alternate on and fit well with the very spot they caress in tender intervals. You can be lucky your underwear is still on. His touch would probably shock you if it was skin-to-skin right away.
How long his fingers really are you start to feel when he drags his index finger down from your pubes, across your clit, between your labia, dusting just briefly over your clothed entrance. Your jaw feels like it’s sewn shut. The noises you want to make are too overwhelming. Baekhyun keeps on repeating his strokes until he changes to using both hands at once. Again, being very dainty how they trace the area, but not missing a single inch.
„Shit… You can use more pressure. But don’t do it for too long, Baek.“
Baekhyun doesn’t waste much time. The rubs of his thumb push down on your clit quite a little more. With the fabric of your panties between his finger and you, the friction turns into a languid heat and a slowly oozing wetness getting trapped in the spot. Only his other hand is necessary to feel yourself beginning to soak.
„That’s beautiful,“ is the only comment from him that you can hear through your upcoming moans, now finally let out.
How damp you are is accompanied by Baekhyun’s either thumb dipping into the little hill your clit makes through the white cotton, probably becoming semi-transparent with every new caress. You could go crazy.
„Do what, whatever. Use your entire hand. I mean hands. Use both. Use all your fingers.“
Your moans are thrilled. And as desperate as you’ve been trying to hide. But he only seems spurred by it. That relief helps you loosen up at least a little more.
„I’ll try something, okay. Say how you like it.“
As if the tension on your clit is not enough, Baekhyun has the compelling idea to switch from his thumbs to using both index and middle finger to prod between your labia as if they were headed to penetrate you.
They push against your entrance carefully enough not to tear the cotton, but as proper as having the juicy, wet bit of skin around the opening feel his two fingertips going for their aim with a steadfast precision. They come in just below your urethra, almost sliding past underneath it, all over the fabric, right onto your hole. He knows exactly where to position them, and keeps his fingers locked and circling in the spot.
„Fuck. You’re too good at this. Push it.“
„Once or more?“
„Do it more. Do it as if you were fucking me.“
The hem of your panties gets pulled down briefly with every tug that results from Baekhyun dipping his two fingers forward. By not even half an inch, but you can feel it. The fabric dents inward where he stiffens his fingers and lets them sink into your pussy shallow, as much as the cotton allows.
In the meantime, the upper part of his left hand is preoccupied flat against your clit, making it swell up by giving a rhythmic pulse with a surprising consistency. You grit your teeth. His expression is as concentrated and adoring as always.
You realize that obviously — Baekhyun doesn’t have a dominant hand. Why would he. Left, right, they’re both able to do the exact same thing with the exact same agility and intensity. Or completely different things without influencing each other.
With the many possible scenarios popping up in your mind by knowing that, your legs open by themselves. Baekhyun keeps on patting your clit, but going much slower to drag out the arousal. He’s taking off some pressure, but softly continues.
Meanwhile, his right hand, still pointed right at your core, pokes through your panties swift enough to deepen their reach. Your pussy is all sticky against the cotton, with the blotch of the fabric getting large enough to seep down toward your ass. Before, the wetness had been thin and trickling, but now grows much more viscous and lubricating.
The resulting slick noises are making you feel more turned on than embarrassed. Baekhyun has somehow managed to make it sound more sexy than you thought it could be.
His eager, lowered brows moving along in the smallest arches with every dip only contribute to your legs drifting further apart. Although he is still kneeling as before, he’s hunching forward now. His eyes are stuck on you like magnets. Baekhyun is mesmerized. Either of your inner thighs can feel his breath. Your left thigh even gets a little tickle by his hair strands, right where you are sensitive.
„Baekhyun, ah shit—!”
It’s so hard to hold it together. With an erratic buck out of nowhere, your hips skew Baekhyun’s aim to the upward right. His fingers end up pressing right into your outer labia with the same momentum he just used on your entrance.
You gasp out. Before he can even apologize, you secure his hand right in the spot with your own.
How fast your reflex was rips Baekhyun’s eyes from your pussy and gives you a spike in adrenaline. His surprised face makes you strangely horny.
„No no, go on,“ you bring his fingers right into place. „Squeeze my lips. Please make them really swollen. I want them as red as the candy apples you saw at the fair. Make them so you’ll want to have a big juicy bite.“
„Oh, you can bet.“
The usually so light and sweet smile that Baekhyun carries so often becomes a lot darker, sexier now. His eyes are like two pieces of coal from underneath his bangs. There’s no doubt in his tone. He will execute everything you say to the last drop.
You can already tell what you got yourself into. Ambition is something that you can leave to him. You gave him enough food to chew and devour. Suddenly, Baekhyun’s pussy crazy face is something you want to provoke even more.
„Show me how much you love them. Don’t hold back.“
„I won’t.“
„Make it really filthy for me. Do it like worship.“
„Time for some lip service.“
Baekhyun’s left hand wanders down from your clit. Together with his right hand, it digs into the fabric of your panties to get hold of your labia. One between his thumb and index each, he gives a juicy squeeze to test them, gathering them up in their full fleshiness.
They’re too wet for Baekhyun to have enough grip on them if he just pinches them from either side. He has to use three fingers at once and even succeeds in pulling them forward just enough to have your clit enclosed behind them.
The crotch area of your panties is not wide enough to cover your lips like that. With Baekhyun massaging their inner edge with both of his thumbs, you soon have to deal with the soaked fabric no longer veiling the entire area. The craving in your voice almost takes you aback.
„Shove it to the middle, now. Let me feel your hands. Skin to skin. Do it.“
Baekhyun instantly complies. He centers and lines your panties across your clit that gets a bulky, rubbing coverage that way, all while exposing your bare lips on either side. The fabric stretches across your pussy almost like a thong. The unspoken wow on Baekhyun’s lips does not escape your attention. Nor does the way his tongue darts out. The way he brings his hands on your labia makes your body jerk and wind, twisting the towel underneath your back. His face is so much closer, both the warmth of his breath and the heat of the friction of his fingers makes your arousal pool into even more wetness.
„We’ll change this up,“ you say, catching Baekhyun fully alert.
„Tell me.“
You’re sweating. The idea that comes up in your mind is so many times dirtier than what you first thought while he was kissing you at the carousel — that you have to gather your breath several times.
„Tug here,“ you bring Baekhyun’s left hand to the front part of your underwear. „Pull it upwards. And press my lips together with one hand.“
Bringing up your panties this way leaves the middle line of fabric thinner, as well as tight and squeezing around your clit and labia minora. It slides between your ass cheeks and pulls against both of your holes at the same time.
That way, Baekhyun has an easier time squeezing the outer lips together quite firmly. They’ve become pink and red like ripe strawberries. Your pulse is racing like crazy.
How Baekhyun presses them with his fingers curling forward, your clit becomes even more closed in. Both the tightened up fabric digging into its sides as well as from the front, and the grip of Baekhyun’s right hand on your entire pussy leaves it attacked from all angles. The squeeze is strong and far too delicious.
„Fuck, so lewd, fuck!“
The arousal is like a luscious burn spreading. But it doesn’t sting or rub your clit enough to give it relief. You’re left in limbo, with your pussy lips growing plumper in Baekhyun’s never-tired, busy fingers. You want him to eat and slurp you up whole and stuff his mouth full, and have him trail his cotton candy tongue all over your big clit, but know very well that you’d come in seconds and probably pass out. Your legs twitch far too much already.
„Pause. I’m, I’m not gonna let you eat it for now. For now, Baekhyun. But you know how it would be like.“
Baekhyun stops. He very well knows.
„Your lips, they—“
You wish you had his cock between them and you know he knows, too.
„Need a good filling,“ you whisper to him. „A big one. Big and glazing and oozing.“
Pouring out as much as possible. You can picture it so well. Baekhyun hums right along.
„Yes, Y/N.“
„I can’t wait for much longer. You have something for me?“
„I have.“
Baekhyun’s fingers loosen carefully now. Slow, as not to give you the accidental push over the edge now that the pressure on your clit subsides and it becomes sensitive, easy to set off. Eventually, he is able to let go completely without triggering your orgasm. It leaves you throbbing and even hornier than before.
„Do you want to, or should I?“ he points toward the hem of his pants. You both end up smirking a little to yourselves. You know it’s your favorite part.
„Won’t be taking chances with this one,“ you breathe out, then scoot forward from your recline to hook your fingers at his abdomen. Time to inspect. It’s a welcome break to let your clit off the hook a bit. He’s even warmer than his wrists there.
You only realize that there’s no reason for him to wear boxers underneath when you’re already halfway nearing the spot that seems too bulged out for your own good. Way too bulged out. Shoving Baekhyun’s pants down to his knees entirely, you get to see that Mr. Kim’s engineers really did overwork themselves.
Just as you requested, this part of him has been left deliberately hybrid — the skin showing an actual silver-blue sheen from underneath. Inside, you see copper and titanium-plated ligaments and movable layers that intertwine like fish scales. Outside, a highly elastic blend of silicone and texture-giving material. It’s matte and a bit opaque, but still akin to actual veins being visible in how it’s sculpted.
Baekhyun’s subtle curve looks remarkably elegant. Almost mathematical. You could put his dick next to the Fibonacci Spiral and it would be uncanny.
Now with his trousers removed, you see how easily everything rises and expands even more. The layers inside his cock glide alongside each other seamlessly without the startling noise you expected them to make. Their sound is absolutely minimal.
„That’s the dick I wanted.“
„All for you, Miss. Try it out.“
Chapter 7: Custom Shapes
You can’t resist the urge to touch him, trace a finger across the right side. How easy to the eye the material appears is evenly matched by how soft and smooth his entire length is, peaking in a subtly formed tip with cascading angles. Neither too broad nor bulbous, nor with a protruding edge, promising an easy insertion and smooth thrusts. There’s a deliberate bit of foreskin adhering to it, closing the transition between tip and shaft in a harmonious way. You love his cock. But one thing you want to kick yourself for.
You’ve entirely overestimated yourself in terms of how many inches you want him to get like an idiot. Not to mention the girth.
It’s almost as big as your whole fist. He’s going to absolutely destroy you. You feel your hands starting to shake. The adrenaline drops into a panic.
„It’s too big, Baekhyun. I’m scared.“
„Y/N…“
„I’m really not used to this. It’s going to hurt me.“
Even before you finish speaking, he immediately shakes his head.
„No, no, I’m sorry if it comes across as that. I can make it squeeze more easily if you want. I can do that.“
„Can you?“
„That’s what the plates inside are for. You can try it out. Press it if you want.“
Calming yourself feels hard to do right now. But you follow his suggestion, giving the middle part a proper squeeze. First hesitant, but then, more firmly.
Kinetic memory, you remind yourself.
And he didn’t lie. Everything becomes a lot more malleable than you thought.
The little scale parts visibly rearrange. Where you apply pressure, and it’s still not much at this point, the girth recedes, and slowly bulges back out after you retreat your fingers again.
„So… okay. Okay. It does feel different. That’s working. But it’s still really huge…“
Baekhyun comes to assuage you with his voice now.
„I’m not going to rip you apart, okay. It also doesn’t expand back once I’m inside you.
„It doesn’t?“
„I can make it adapt to how you want it to be.“
The plating does look like it allows for a lot of flexibility. And decent elasticity for that matter. You soothe yourself by squeezing him again, watching the diameter contract inside your palm.
„That’s, that’s good news. And I thought I’d get impaled.“
„It has a metal core but it doesn’t necessarily stay the same,“ Baekhyun continues. „If you want to take it into your mouth, I can do that as well and make it smaller.“
„It’s what I’ve been thinking. I’d get lockjaw otherwise. You have one fat monster.“
Whatever you were thinking when you gave him almost an underarm worth of length on the website, something got the best of you — despite things being so predictable and his customization being entirely up to you.
„I hope I didn’t scare you too much.“
Baekhyun himself reaches down now to squeeze his cock next to your own hand until the copper layers contract. The firmer he does it, the more it adapts. It’s like he said. Maybe you can actually fit this. A big lump that’s been coiling up in your stomach slowly dissolves with that thought.
You also notice that Baekhyun is completely still even if you’re practically in a death grasp around his dick. Anybody else would be squealing and writhing. You again realize. He feels absolutely nothing.
It is all meant just for you.
You have to get that fact into your head. It’s all crafted for your enjoyment. Of course it’s not going to be some immovable way-too-large-dildo attached him. For the amount of money you paid, anyways. You could swear a third of your budget was used to give Baekhyun a high tech wonder wand.
„The good thing,“ he says, „about being made instead of born is that it can be three in one. I know why men easily envy pleasure models who are built in such a way.“
Wait a second. You perk up. What does that mean.
„Three in one… sizes?“
„Exactly,“ Baekhyun begins to recount. „Mister Park phrased it like this. A big girth to look at, medium size for penetration, and a shorter version for oral. Especially if you are concerned. You have a strong gag reflex.“
It’s hard to believe your ears right now.
„How—How did you—“
„While I was making breakfast. I looked into the freezer to see if we have pizza for lunch. And I saw your box with mixed brands of popsicles.“
„Oh…“
That box.
„The smaller ones are almost all gone.“
He must’ve looked at the back of the box where the types of ice cream are all listed.
„Yeah. The mini cones and such.“
And the sandwiches with three types of ice cream inside. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. Your favorites. But why would that even matter? You look at Baekhyun completely incredulous. What on earth was he getting at?
„But the elongated ones,“ he draws an approximate image into the air with his index, „that you have to squeeze out of a tube are untouched. It’s the type of ice cream that you have to wait to melt to rise up from the paper wrap. And when they do and you squeeze, it can shoot up suddenly. That can be uncomfortable to eat for some people. If you have a sensitive throat, you’ll avoid it.“
You feel caught for something you didn’t even commit. How could he make such an accurate conclusion based on what you didn’t eat? You already saw at the funfair how easily he could look up information about food on the spot. Maybe that’s exactly what he did. But still, he connected two seemingly unrelated things without breaking a sweat. He’s really learning fast.
„I’m dating Sherlock Holmes.“
The colorful breakfast fruit plate Baekhyun served up was too delicious to notice that he’d already inspected and organized every inch of your kitchen. Not to mention he was wearing one of your cute aprons with little dancing piglets and sheep on them which distracted you until the toast got cold.
„I’m not going to ignore the hints if they’re right in front of my eyes. Avoiding your discomfort is my first priority.“
You go figure.
„So… you can make it even more perky, then?“
„Not to an extreme degree. But molded to the width of your jaw and teeth,“ Baekhyun points at your chin. „So it will slide in and out very easily.“
„Oh, alright?“
You raise your brows. So it can actually change its shape even more than how he just showed you. You’re starting to like this.
„It’s not going to be painful or make you choke unless you push for it. But when I decrease the length, that shouldn’t happen anyway.“
It really does seem practical. Three in one. The perky version for oral. Why not, the best of all worlds. It’s an advantage of technology, as weird as it sounds.
You mentally send blessings to whoever in the testing department had the guts to brief the colleagues that the big girth version is more eye candy rather than recommended for use. You’d probably clamp up or scream the roof down if he fucked you like that. Let alone do deepthroat.
„Does this mean… you can make it an imprint that fits my mouth? Can I see it?“
He’s really making you curious. You’ve indicated a vague idea of something like that in the questionnaire, but never assumed that the engineers would bother making it into something complex. Up until now, you have to urge yourself to not underestimate how easily inspired they must have been. Somebody really went off.
„I can give you a short demonstration if you help me a little,“ Baekhyun reaches for the towel at the end of the bed, drying off his hands with gentle rubbing motions.
„Okay, just tell me.“
„All you have to do is take it in very slowly. And consistently. It will shape itself that way. I’ll have to give you a few pointers. Can I do that, you want to try this?“
„Sounds good.“
„You can always pinch here if you don’t want to anymore,“ Baekhyun indicates a spot at his right thigh that is just within reach.
„I got it. Just pinch,“ you repeat for yourself, and settle to get comfortable, push your hair out of your face.
At first, positioning yourself is a little difficult because you have to bend forward from your own seated position to reach his crotch, but you end up figuring it out without having to put strain on your foot.
Little by little, you guide in Baekhyun’s tip.
It immediately begins to waver and bend inside your mouth. Meanwhile, judging by the little nestling and a soft tug at the back of your head, Baekhyun has used the hair tie to pull your hair into a ponytail.
While you had immediately laid the tie aside after he returned from the bathroom and forgot about what it was supposed to do out of nervousness, he kept an eye on it.
Baekhyun is that motherfucker, you say to yourself. Let’s do this.
Given that the keyword seemed to be consistency, you remind yourself to keep going stably, keeping your lips loose around him. As if you were eating an ice cube, you avoid using your teeth like hell. You must look ridiculous opening up this wide.
„Don’t worry about scraping me once or twice, the silicone is sturdy,“ Baekhyun says, letting his right hand glide under your jaw. „Prop your chin on my palm. I show you how wide you have to open to make it comfortable.“
Whatever sturdiness there is supposed to be, all you feel is the slightly velvety surface of his cock’s underside lathering against your tongue. You would have thought it takes some lube to make it glide, but it’s not as painfully dry as you thought. Neutral it does taste, but it’s not a desert dry material.
With Baekhyun’s hand under your jaw, you get a better sense of opening up soon. He’s really touching you very gently.
„You feel how it re-forms itself, right. Is it okay like this?
„N—hm.“
„Keep sliding it in for just a little more. You’re doing great.“
Doing so is really surprisingly easy. Where you thought his dick would bump against, there’s basically nothing happening at all.
„Excuse me when I say that. You have a perfectly shaped mouth cave,“ Baekhyun smiles. „But I already know from kissing you.“
What must have sounded like the creepiest compliment in any other situation actually makes you hum and smile a little. You begin to understand just how seriously he seeks to map out your body. Nobody has ever truly bothered to do that.
In the meantime, you notice your nose approaching a dead stop at his loins and your lower lip pressing against what must be the most supple balls of all time. You’re sure that he didn’t make those shrink.
„They’re as big as they were before,“ Baekhyun confirms, vigilant eye he is. „The rest is already close to fully imprinted by now. I just need you to move your head back and forth a little. That helps me gauge how you angle it and what your lips tend to do. Add a bit of variation if you want.“
Doing just that proves to be more fun than you thought. You bop your head a little slower, a little faster. Shallow, then all the way to have your forehead meet his abdomen. It really is… easy?
His size has decreased significantly. You didn’t gag at all so far. Baekhyun doesn’t feel as if he’s just stuck there and ramming in. That you’ve already taken his entire length in so early makes you feel really accomplished, too.
While you move your head, you can feel his dick change a little on your tongue. You even let it slide in sidewards to poke into your cheek, then pull out to kiss the tip of his dick, making Baekhyun smile even more brightly.
„I see you’re good at this. And I really love your lips. They’re pretty.“
You inspect the very slicked up shaft before you with great interest. Without really going at it fully, you already really salivated a lot on it. But even more notable is the unusual shape it’s changed into. It’s assumed a downward curve and has dents where your tongue and teeth were located a second ago. The tip is also much more streamlined. It could probably reach down your throat a little more without having you coughing all over the place.
„The imprint is done, right? That looks really impressive.“
„As good as finished. I save that in my memory data. It can reform at any time you wish it to.“
So that’s part of kinetic learning, too, then — custom dick shapes.
„Mh, interesting. Thanks for doing this, Baek.“
You straighten from your former position and smile at him.
„I might use a similar shape if you ask me to do anal. Just slightly larger. I think I can fit into you very well overall.“
As if he couldn’t be any more adorable, he puts his thumb up with the most innocent face.
„Oh man. I’m so glad I got you, Baek.“
He’s very well read that your questionnaire had a clear preference when it comes to butt stuff.
„Thank you very much. If you want to do this often and get a little practice, I can even help you slide it down your esophagus a little more. I promise you won’t gag or get narrow.“
You don’t doubt it’s possible anymore. Who knows what other freaky templates he can bend into.
„This dick really is magic,“ you lick off some excess saliva from your lips.
„All it is is being designed so you can do whatever you want with it. Everything to your liking.“
You scratch your head.
„And I thought I’d get into trouble doing this.“
Lord knows every blowjob so far has landed you in making a scene or teary eyes. Especially if you tried to shove it down even if you couldn’t reach balls deep. Silly ambition again. And you thought you’d quit this all together.
„Just because you have a limit to depth,“ Baekhyun wipes a little thread of spit from your chin, „doesn’t mean you have to do away with your oral fixation. I really saw you having fun trying different techniques. And it looked like it was very pleasant stimulation for your tongue and saliva flow. If you want do this, you can always ask.“
You get a little flustered at him saying that. Not that he’s wrong. In any sense at all, actually.
„I think you’ll have to get ready to be in my throat a lot during the mornings. With my favorite cherry lube.“
Oh god. That is going to be… very slobbery and heated.
Nothing screams more ‚already am, come get your face fucked at 4:15AM I don’t care‘ than Baekhyun’s eyes right now.
„If you want something tasty before breakfast I’ll have no problems preparing that also.“
He does an invisible hat tip. So serving up fruit is not exclusive to the kitchen then. You find yourself getting euphoric.
„And… we will get to anal some time,“ you mumble under your breath. „Put some prep stuff on our online grocery list.“
„Yes, Ma’am. Just noted. I hope I can thrill you.“
As if you were getting into your car for the first time all over again, Baekhyun dons his best butler voice and you’re starting to fancy it.
„With that wonder boy you have in your pants, I’m thinking I met my match, you know.“
The type you wanna say I do to in a special ceremony separately.
„Precisely how it should be.“
„And, Baekhyun… With the special request idea. I don’t know how to say it. I want to extend this a little to oral as well. Maybe even today.“
„Will get back to it in about an hour.“
So he’s already calculated the route, then.
One hour sounds like a challenge to you, but at this point: You might as well trust what he’s got on his mind. He estimates you better than you do yourself anyway. You’re glad you didn’t move to penetration right away to begin with. Your pussy had enough time to calm down a bit. The swelling is still very much there, however. And your panties are nothing short of a mess. They’re basically sopping.
„As for going on now… I probably don’t have to tell you how wet I am,“ you take a deliberate look down your thighs.
„If you want to know my exact train of thought. I’ve already planned when I’ll wash your ruined underwear. 3:30PM.“
You have to giggle. The mere thought of that image. And he’s really taken over the household like a whirlwind.
It’s time you get to your part of the equation again. Mr. Kim’s imperative returns to you. Your turn to give Baekhyun some more input. With a dick like that, you can think of more instructions than you could list in one go. You build yourself up and place your hand just where you cupped his chin during your kiss on the fair.
„Then I plan you take them off — at now PM.“
You can almost hear a series of programmes running behind Baekhyun’s flickering eyes. Who knows what he is analyzing in his head again. Eventually, he flashes his cute little smile again and ushers you.
„Here?“ He questioningly points back to the center of the sofa where you started out, and you lie down right there.
Funny how much you sidetracked and moved around in the meantime.
Not thinking about transitioning into another position has made it much more effortless and nowhere near as awkward as you thought it would be.
And in hindsight, you were easily swayed into an unexpected intermezzo. Guess you love sucking his dick already. Which is just how Baekhyun offered it to you. All yours. Big and fat and bendy and perfect, morphing itself in whatever makes you hot. You want to shout it from the rooftops, right at all the Mister Lees of the world.
But upon second thought? Better not tell especially your nosy friends from work how hooked you are before they ask for more details.
Hwasa means well, but she would end up telling your damn boss by accident or something. Or Taemin, he would gossip about it on his twitter without name-dropping you, but everybody would know regardless. Meanwhile, Xiumin would make a vlog about „How To Perfectly Clean Your Flat“ and mention it in passing. Chen’s wife would watch it and tell Chen and Kai. Kai would absolutely tell Hyuna and Lisa. And Hyuna would absolutely tell Lay, and Lay would tell Kai, and by that time, the president would probably know.
Treasuring this all for yourself seems like the better thing to do. You want to protect Baekhyun even if he’s the last person on the block who probably needs it. Maybe it’s also a sense of protecting yourself. Maybe some of your friends wouldn’t be averse to getting a leisure bot themselves, but the rest of them still prized even their toxic partners as better than someone like Baekhyun, even if his kind had been part of the society for long enough.
You take note of making impromptu experiments like that for the future regardless.
By now, Baekhyun undresses you fully. Steady hands, steady eyes. Giving your legs a lusciously slow caress that gives you goosebumps. Pulling down your panties with a lot of deliberation, and giving you a good view of his cock. It’s shaping itself back and grows a little again, adding in girth and becoming less streamlined. It curves upward now, revealing a very plump and tight set of balls underneath. You’ve briefly felt them, but didn’t have the chance for a closer look. Now that you think about it, they’re even bigger than before. How it happened, you don’t know.
They seem to be pulsing and turning something white and silver metallic on the inside now. Making them appear… even larger. Two generous scoops of light pink seaside parlor ice cream. Discernable as a pair, but still perfectly one like a pillow. Not sagging very far down even if they seem to move around quite easily. They can probably slap and cushion against your clit if you go for doggy style with decent speed. The noises would be so nasty, you’d have to record it. You curse your foot for not permitting that anytime soon.
So— that thought will leave you high and dry for some time, then.
Makes that damn Achilles’ Heel getting his ever-loving shit together an even sweeter feat to look forward to, actually. So Baekhyun can really drive it home. You get kind of heated at that image in your mind. He is great at giving it to you from behind, you just know it. Now, everything he does well. But this one in particular. You get all sweaty with that idea again.
Baekhyun is still all the way preoccupied with pulling your panties past the knees, upbeat and kind in his expression. And calm, endlessly calm. Every movement, it’s all in perfect ease. You look like a jittery mess compared to him on your back right now.
„Shit, man,“ you bite down your lips after a desperate sigh. This couldn’t be any more tantalizing.
Chapter 8: The Bigger Picture
„Should I stop?“ his hands linger at your ankles, panties almost stripped off your legs. You can already feel the relief of not drowning in yourself anymore.
„No, I,“ you shift around on your back. How the hell do you explain this. „I wish I could stay calm like that, I’m not gonna lie to you. Sorry if I’m one of those bot envy people.“
No use in beating around the bush. He’d read it out of you anyways.
„And I wish I could shake as beautifully as you, you see.“
A comforting eye smile rises underneath his bangs. It gets a hold on you in a way that’s inexplicable.
Don’t you remember him with the cotton candy taste, you think. If anything, the envy is mutual. You’re pretty slow.
He’s trying his best to understand you.
You might want to start reciprocating that. Baekhyun can’t feel human happiness. But he can feel like he’s fulfilling his task. So help him with that, for God’s sake. Your part of the equation isn’t done after paying some money and taking him home or whatever. Being with a bot is more than that. He doesn’t have the needs of a human, but there are conditions that have to be met regardless.
„Point taken, Baekhyun.“
His cheesiness is cute. No use in not trying to tremble either, then. You can’t be him and he can’t be you. Might as well embrace yourself so he can work with it.
Baekhyun finishes the swipe of his movement and settles more closely, sitting on his heels just as before. You’re starting to think that it’s his signature posture.
„And I don’t mind if you envy me,“ he says, offering his hands for you to hold.
„You don’t?“
„There’s cold envy and there’s warm envy. It’s all about how much you like the person. You don’t hate me, right.“
„No, how would I? I really— like you.“
You close either hand around his.
„Then it’s warm envy,“ Baekhyun nods.
„I think… I understand.“
„And you need to know that I adore you also.“
A little squeeze of his hands accompanies his words. You’re caught off guard. All you can think of as a reply is a nod, unable to meet his eyes. You’re at a loss of words entirely. Here you go again.
Maybe the time has come that machines have a better grasp on emotions than humans. They have to teach it back to them.
You try to hide your embarrassment by a little stutter, but he’s already lowering his head down to you, again facing you close by. Close enough for you to see the light golden fuzz of his skin that actually almost seems silver under the artificial lighting of the room.
„So if you want me to do anything for you. Just do the same thing as before. You’ve done it well.“
„I don’t think so,“ you chew at your bottom lip, very well convinced that all you did was being a mess. Baekhyun must be seriously frustrated with this amount of all-too-human chaos.
„There are clients that take at least four to five trials to instruct their leisure models properly. You’ve already managed at first try, you see.“
Your jaw legitimately drops. Probably even lower than when you saw Baekhyun step out of the capsule.
„Five attempts?“
„Some send their bots back because they can’t get themselves to do it at all,“ he affirms. „But either way, those are likely the clients who’d rather apply to purchase automatic models in the first place.“
Automatic models.
You remember. Now you count one and one together — Mr. Kim talked about these bots. You never even realized. The ones seemingly everybody was ordering which drove the whole faculty staff into an endless scientific boredom.  
„Most client requests we get want some kind of he-man. They only spend twenty minutes customizing their bot on the website, if not less. Our engineers rarely get to equip a bot with so much pizzazz.“
In fact, these are the bots of a cheaper price range that run on the exact same automatism over and over for the lack of not having any other programming or sentience.
You don’t have to look no further than imagining that they work like a generic sex toy. They’re just in humanoid shape. A fruit plate for breakfast they can’t serve. They don’t have any interest in cotton candy either. The client can only switch them on for intercourse and enjoy maybe two or three default positions at best before their bot goes back to sleep again. They don’t talk freely, they don’t think, they don’t ask questions. They do their job, but they’re not…
Boyfriends.
You suddenly don’t regret spending forever at the PC to fill in forms and paying a lot more money to the faculty anymore.
„What? That’s insane. I never knew.“
How lucky you are to have Baekhyun is an overwhelming thought. If you’re entirely honest with yourself— it even gives you something that feels like butterflies. It’s strange.
„We non-automatic models can only do what we’re supposed to when we get asked.“
„Yeah.“
„Even most things a client requested in the past can’t be done again without a second permission. You have to instruct us in every new situation.“
„Yes, Mr. Kim really emphasized that.“
You feel better knowing that you have read between the lines correctly. Mr. Kim said a lot of things that sounded very complex and removed from daily life, but he managed to convey the most important thing about Baekhyun.
„I have always heard from Mr. Park that many female clients who give their bot back aren’t even the type of person who has troubles speaking their wishes. They don’t have any wishes at all. I think they’ve given up on themselves.“
He looks so downtrodden saying that. The image in your mind looks just as depressing. You want to curl yourself up.
„Wow. Wow, that… sounds scary.“
„Already by law, we can’t dictate them what we want as a replacement for their lacking preferences. Even if that is what they’re expecting. And then, they blame it on us if we stay passive during sex. It’s an unfair game.“
You can already picture how many cases like that must’ve happened.
Mr. Kim was absolutely right to let non-automatic bots decide over who they want to match with or not.
For way other reasons you had naïvely assumed. To be fair, you are still a beginner with this and AndroTech’s terms of service page was a jargon novel in font size 4, bearable as a skim at best.
„So it would even break the law,“ you find yourself even more startled. „To engage in acts that were not… requested on the spot?“
„Yes. But it’s not all clear-cut. Some bots are enabled and do try hard to read their client’s true wishes out of them, and they take the lead to get things started. Especially when a client is extremely nervous on the first day.“
„Oh…“
„You’ve seen me do it with you. How to touch you, whether I can drive and cook for you, how we relax before sleeping. You saw that I was forward with you to take the pressure off. I even picked you up without asking.“
„Yeah, I saw. I understand it now.“
Pretty much from the very first moment. Baekhyun probably knew you didn’t want to walk the corridors to the faculty exit the moment he looked at you. And he did take the lead, and asked about your every reaction hoping he anticipated exactly the right thing you didn’t dare voice.
„Which can be uncomfortable, but the client very clearly has something in mind and they end up saying it. But you can’t use coercion or skip that they say it.“
You give a small „M-hm“ in response and feel the guilt rush over your face.
„That shyness or shameful feeling at the start we can deal with. But in other cases, a person only wants the bot to tell them what to do. Which we’re not allowed to,“ Baekhyun’s voice shifts to a much graver tone. „We are the ones who adapt to the client. We don’t have a motivation to give orders, either.“
„Motivation?“
This keeps on getting more and more puzzling.
„If you can’t feel something, you can’t desire something. Take me— I don’t know what a sense of satisfaction is. And our base programming is to be of service. Even if we did something random that we saw fit just to give a command. It’d be illegal.“
At first, you wonder why the rule would not apply to the automatic he-man bots, but it was actually making sense. The client had decided on their limited programming. Switching them on was giving permission itself, and they could be turned off at any moment.
Meanwhile, a bot like Baekhyun had variation to his actions and was constantly running on AndroTech’s special power generator, lord knows what it did to run all day. Now, if any of his actions were against your will, or he did something without being asked: He would be taken away from you.
If he gave you a decisive order completely unprompted: His programming would be permanently deactivated almost on the spot, even. Bots trying to guess what their clients had on their mind were walking a tightrope.
„This is a much more serious thing than I thought.“
You puff out. Baekhyun gives a wholehearted nod.
„You can tell we have to be careful to find clients who know what they want.“
„I never thought of it that way. But yeah. I can see how the faculty gets into trouble otherwise.“
„Yes. It’s a huge problem.“
And you were as silly as assuming that bot abuse was the biggest issue in the industry. Turns out clients who want their leisure models to break the law are the real skeleton in the closet.
It’s starting to become a bigger picture to you. The repercussions are so much more expensive and damaging for the company image. A bot that an angry client kicked around was only a nuisance if repair was concerned. The whole thing was kind of bizarre.
„I’ll be very careful,“ you assure. „To fulfill my side of the contract.“
„Y/N. You are the last person who’d concern me. I have been sure from the start that you are the ideal person to be with. It’s why I agreed so fast to Mr. Kim’s question whether I want to match up or not. Most bots will ask Mr. Kim to postpone that question so they can gauge their client in a testing period.“
„They… do?“
„Yes.“
„But I already made a mistake,“ you say, remembering how you started out today. „I don’t think I’m ideal or something like that.“
Baekhyun’s following blink is more than knowing.
„That you question yourself tells me you’re a good client. Bad clients don’t self-reflect.“
Maybe you’ve done at least that right.
„I see?“
„You might become reserved or berate yourself sometimes. But that you wrote down 280 specifics for Mr. Kim tells me everything. Once the nervousness dissolves, you do the right thing already and I see your nature. You wish for a lot of things. That makes you ideal to me. I can take care of this one thing at a time.“
He plants a brief, but passionate kiss on the back of your left hand. The cheesy motherfucker got you again.
„Baekhyun, I…“
„That gives me a lot to work with. I hope you look forward to all this. We’ll spend many great nights.“
His charming little smile and dark eyes are as encouraging as ever. Thinking about the many options of 280 makes you giddy already.
„I do. And… I really want to see how the Special Request feels like.“
Your legs are like squirming jelly at this point. Very much unlike Baekhyun who’s stable and resting — in promise of great stamina.
„I’m ready if you are. I’m sorry if my talking delayed this. But I think some last few questions had to get out of the way. As for the request: There’s not much I need to prepare for it.“
Chapter 9: You Look Really Beautiful
„We’ll be starting with… you know. Lower medium size?“
You shift in the sheets, stuttering that out like a pre-schooler, but who the hell cares at this point. It’s not like you didn’t invent all of this.
„All as you want it,“ says Baekhyun with just the right touch of yielding in his tone. How he makes this sound so impeccably polite is a mystery.
„This is really easy to insert,“ he continues, giving a light caress against your cheek. You don’t miss just how much it is meant to be an encouraging touch. Your face feels tingly.
„Okay, let’s give it a shot, then.“
While Baekhyun reshapes the plates, you recline with your knees pulled toward your torso, making sure to place your wonky foot in an unobtrusive way. So far, it’s only complained while you were climbing around trying to find a position to suck Baekhyun off. Sweet baby Jesus. If your heel would ruin your first time, you’d curse your clumsiness forever and sign up at AndroTech to get your legs android-ized if that were even possible.
You’d probably make a good cyborg now that you think about it. With your new steel-inforced feet and knee caps, you’d be one robot step closer to blowing and riding Baekhyun to infinity until his dick needs repair, which you… already plan to do anyways.
„Can you stimulate me like before, please. Just by using your cock now. I’m so horny for it.“
„Of course.“
Baekhyun glides the tip up and down your outer and inner labia alternatingly, then lets it rub all over your clit. Which happens so smoothly. You’re more than wet. He’s drenched you so hard.
Shit.
It doesn’t take many prods until your arousal returns at its fullest, and Baekhyun strikes a complimenting tone in the middle of letting the underside of his shaft tap against the swelling rose bud.
„Your pussy is really pretty. It’s like pink clouds to me.“
He makes a little innocent face. He’s too adorable. Still, you swallow. So it’s time to bring the funfair to this sofa, then, is it.
„I really— want you to stretch it nicely,“ you grab hold of his cock. „So that the filling can seep in really far. I want a lot of it. And after you filled me, you make me cum.“
„I will, Y/N. I prepared a lot for you,“ he nods. „And it’s enriched with pheromones.“
Pheromones.
So the faculty did find ways to flavor things. Realizing that, you already feel twice as horny as before.
„Shit, it’s gonna smell so good. Put it in, put it in… I want to know how it feels.“
You fumble with his tip at your entrance, and Baekhyun lifts his hips accordingly. It slides in for an inch, giving your entrance an idea of the diameter so far.
While you first squeezed his dick in your hand, the surface felt very matte. Now, with Baekhyun carefully securing his cock between the soft embrace of your lips, it makes for a great sensation of grip and stretch paired with how wet you are. His medium girth is really not bad at all even if it’s downsized. In fact, it’s pushing at your entrance in the juiciest way. With no panties in between anymore. You realize that it’s really about to go down.
„Baekhyun, oh god. Oh god. It’s good. Put your hands around my waist.“
He swiftly does, no second wasted. His fingers, his palms, his wrists— are so soft. You notice that his right hand sits significantly lower than the left one, pretty much on the hip bone. You already want to ask him to move it upwards that you realize he’s seen the scar from your appendix surgery and avoided putting his hand on it.
„Do you want me to slide in more along the way?“
„Yes, more.“
You can tell that Baekhyun knows the exact angle to glide into you. With his hands suavely placed on you now, he adjusts your pelvis without needing leverage. The sheer given shape of his palms has your body melt into the right posture. Eventually, his cock tip makes its way down your walls, bulging them apart. Baekhyun’s length gliding into you has you feel the entirety of his shaft pushing in with a proper thickness. A perfect languid strain, making your pussy feel amazingly filled and bursting with veiny, girthy cock.
„Fuck. Please use your fingers, Baekhyun,“ you gasp out, feel your lungs contract. „And kiss me all over.“
He keeps on sliding in. Leaves little kisses on your nose and sweat-glazed collar bones, breasts, neck. His plush little lips make pecking noises that sound all the way dirtier when he turns them into desperate moans. Baekhyun sure knows how to push your buttons. You’re about to go nuts entirely.
One hand leaving your waist, he adds a consistent stroke at your clit until he surprises you with slowly hitting balls deep.
Already?
„I’m in. How does it feel?“
It really is good to insert.
The heat from your clit mixes with the satisfaction of Baekhyun now being fully curved inside you. He was so much easier to take than you were afraid of.
„It’s amazing to me.“
A squeeze from your muscles comfortably locks Baekhyun, who gently lowers his posture above you, in the spot. Just enough for you to let your fingertips ghost over the center of his abs. His body is so warm, almost heated.
Then, you reach for his face and kiss him deeply. His tongue immediately picks up your pacing, swirls around yours in an intricate dance. The passion overflows. You want so much more.
„Start thrusting. Stimulate me.“
Accompanied with a faster flick of his fingers on your clit, Baekhyun lets his cock pulse in and out of you without removing much of its length. The inward tug at your walls pushes your womb along with it. Baekhyun’s width is just right in spreading your pussy apart, and how he gets you off brings more slickness to each thrust. You feel yourself getting really swollen up and bubbling wet, even more than before.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
„Make it grow a little,“ you push the words past your tense jaw. „And then give me the first special request.“
Again, he doesn’t hesitate. The sudden growth spurt takes a bit off the speed out of Baekhyun’s plunge, but soon increases again. It’s because his cock has started to leak inside, pouring more and more lubrication around itself.
„Is that good?“
His thrusts make the velvety liquid surface at the base of his cock. Very slowly, but surely. He’s fucking it out of you so well. Almost instantly, the smell is intoxicating. A hefty concoction of vanilla, fruit, and something very sharp and musky layered over it. A very masculine and upbeat spice that is like an electric current. The liquid keeps oozing from your entrance with every thrust, bringing more of the scent to live.
„Fuck. Please more. That’s so good. Hold me when I buck up, Baekhyun!“
The special request is nothing but a liquid mechanism that lets Baekhyun pump you full of milky white pre-cum. Whenever you want, mid-fuck at full speed, or as a quick filling without much prep. With a big load or just a little portion as lube, anything goes. Baekhyun has to refill the material with special cartilages every now and then, but it’s compressed like the foam of a whipped cream bottle. Just a lot more fluid. And way, way too loaded with artificial pheromones for your brain to handle. Your pussy explodes with oozing pre-cum and the tension of pleasure alike. You really can’t handle it. Still dizzy from the kiss, your tongue is all loose and erratic anyway.
„Not, ah—! To ask for something I can’t handle for the twentieth time or something! Fucking shit!“
You take a deep breath. Even a fast look between your thighs has you clenching. Everything is so creamy. And sticky. And milky. All with his cock buried right in the soaking middle of it. Baekhyun really gave you a full-on A class preview for the special request.
„Ask away. Even if it’s unrealistic. I make things feasible. That’s my job if anything,“ he looks more friendly than ever at you. Mr. Kim couldn’t sport a smile any better. Jesus Christ, he’s patient with you.
„I think I got some greed but, uh.“
„No worries. I can work with that. Greedy girls are the best girls.“
„Can you just, cockwarm me and give me another load. With the— bigger… version. If that doesn’t get me to the ER. I just want to try it for a minute or two even if it’s too big. You probably know if I’m built to do that better than me though.“
By the knowing look he gives you, Baekhyun indeed does.
„That works, I already calculated that. You’re stretched enough. If we don’t do it for long and I’m not moving, you’ll just feel really stuffed and full.“
„Exactly what I’m wanting,“ you blurt, and your eyes grow all the more impatient.
„Okay. I’ll be holding your legs up a little more for that if it’s alright. Just keep your ankle very relaxed.“
„M-hm!“
By doing that, you realize he changes how you angle yourself at him. You mentally prepare yourself, and already feel him expand inside. That pushes even more of the scented fluid out of your pussy, spreading over his cock. The smell of vanilla and grapefruit, whatever it is, becomes even stronger. Everything pools and drips from his expanding shaft in sticky threads that you want all over you, and in his mouth, his face, everywhere. Your poor pussy is nothing but a lake at this point.
„I’m gonna burst with this inside of me.“
And he really is monstrously big in his full form.
„Almost there. Does it feel okay?“
It grows and grows. Becomes veinier and all slick, bathed in scent and your own pussy creaming it up.
„Shit… that thing is like a spear! Fuck! Keep it, keep it up—!“
He keeps on growing. The stretch of your walls is driving you wild. You can’t even put a proper grip on him with your muscles at this point. All there is — a bulging sensation of your pussy getting filled out all around. It does make you feel tensed up. Even if the surface of his cock feels only a bit elastic, the diameter is too wide at this point.
„It’s a bit uncomfortable if you focus too much there with your muscles,“ Baekhyun says. „Look at my hands.“
Baekhyun circles into your clit with his index. It mixes relief into the stretch. And more pulsing excitement. Just a light caress wouldn’t do it at this point. He knows he has to rub a little faster.
„You’re all… stuck there,“ is all you can moan. He’s grown sufficiently to let your sensitive entrance feel like it’s going to burn up in flames. In its normal state, there’s no way he would get past it in his large size. You don’t even know just how far up he is inside you. If he’d thrust now, your guts would be as ruined as your panties. The flaring sensation of him spreading all inside you is all that you can think of. You’re starting to think you must’ve developed a cock addiction because of those pheromones, the thought of him not being inside of you all day like this sounds terrible.
Now that he’s entirely erect and stiffened, you can tell his dick has exactly the inner metallic strength you thought it had. He’s pretty heavy inside you. You get a buzzing in your head and accidentally shift your hips a little. The feeling that follows makes you gasp.
„That, that’s hitting something. Oh my god. It’s pressing me. Oh my god. What is that, Baekhyun!“
„Your cervix.“
„That’s deep in. Holy shit.“
„It’s really big and puffy. My sensors are liking it.“
So that’s where he is, then. Buried right there. Hitting the spot.
“Hold it there, Baekhyun. It feels so unusual! Please press it a little more.“
Baekhyun shifts his hips himself, causing you to feel the same bump again. It makes your body jerk and takes you by surprise once more.
„I think it likes kissing my tip the way you do with your lips.“
Either you’re imagining things, or Baekhyun actually sounds a bit accomplished.
„What! Does it react?“
„It’s getting increased blood flow and expands around me. If you want, I can rest a little deeper with my tip at the hole in the middle.“
The idea is so filthy knowing he could shoot you up with more pre-cum any second. All of it would spritz deep inside of you, almost the deepest way possible. You picture Baekhyun mixing up a huge load for you, only to pump it all the way through his immense length.
„Please, please do that, please. Push against it.“
„I’ll have to be really careful.“
„Come on, Baekhyun,“ you firmly grip at his hips to pull them down. „Beat my pussy up. It’s deep enough. Give me the whole length.“
That this means going balls deep entirely is making your legs do funny things.
Baekhyun, squeezing in the last inch, finally makes you feel like he’s splitting you apart. From your legs up to your neck, you can feel the strain. Your pussy can barely take it. It doesn’t know whether to fall apart or to tense up. That Baekhyun’s cock tip ever so slowly pushes, then penetrates into your cervix and stays there, neither opening it fully nor just resting loosely against it, sends you all sorts of arousing signals.
„You’re stretching so well. See how amazing your labia look now.“
The sensation of Baekhyun has distracted you entirely from just about anything else. A quick glance tells you it does just look like that. Your muscles are too pushed apart to grasp his dick, but your pussy lips do that job for you. They’re finally getting their right stretch. Plush, and wet, and wide apart, they hug Baekhyun as if trying to pull him in. It’s as if they’re sucking and gargling his cock and spilling saliva everywhere. They’ve grown amazingly plump and red. Two cock-hungry, endlessly greedy girls just for Baekhyun.
„How do you feel? Describe it to me.“
„I’m feeling so, I can’t, fucking crazy! It’s prodding a spot that’s really far up. Oh God. It’s so big. You… fuck… oh— You—!“
„You can call me any dirty names you want,“ Baekhyun lowers his voice. It sounds so naughty and provoking when he does that. „You know that I’m down to be a huge whore.“
The plain sneering delight in his eyes is so intense that your pussy starts to pulsate. That lewd and yearning Baekhyun hiding underneath the cute smexy smile has ambushed you again.
„Give me that slutty look on your face and stroke my belly. Show it. Moan. If you wanna be a whore, do it properly.“
„It’s really bulging out here, Y/N…“
He whimpers, traces his palm across your abdomen, quick to find the spot. It does form a bit of a bump. Even from your position, it’s quite visible.
„Yeah… Look, you did this.“
„Your pussy is so perfect on the inside, too. Really pink and juicy.“
That his tip is currently making cockwarming love to your cervix you can very well feel. The two of them are already headed to be on a familiar basis with each other. You want Baekhyun to smash and jizz it every fucking night.
„If you have some more cum, now’s the moment, Baek. Pound it.“
„One second,“ he jerks at the base, briefly having his right hand leave your waist. You grip at the nape of his neck to pull his face down. You lock lips, and they are so mesmerizing while Baekhyun makes sure to find a nice angle.
With a loud moan into his mouth, you can feel him stuffing your pussy with a shot of rich fluid. The accompanying thrust is strong, steep, and throbbing. It makes you want to mount Baekhyun and fiercely bounce on his dick until cumming all over it, way until collapsing. His cock reaches far enough through the opening of your cervix to fill your womb with its creamy load. The liquid drips against the upper area until it spreads out and leaks down into your vagina. A lake of his semen now pools back and forth inside your spongy uterus, Baekhyun’s cock stirring it with its light pulses and movements. He’s not thrusting, but making sure to keep his dick swaying and prodding just enough to ease your tensions.
„Another load,“ you part from his lips, craving. „Really make it to the brim. Move it once. Push it in… So good, Baekhyun…“
„Okay,“ he hums, and kisses you again, this time making gentle contact with your lips. „I’ll make it really warm and thick.“
„God, yes…“
„Here, are you ready?“
„Fill me.“
Baekhyun’s fat cock delivers a juicy stab, fucking the meaty, veiny width under the tip right into your cervix. Hard and quick, making your toes shiver. The blow pounds and heavily stretches it apart under your deep guttural moans. He’s really deepening his cock almost to the max, and you can feel how stiff and girthy he’s made it become. 
The first pre-cum load allows for a perfect glide already. The plunge is so good. Your cervix now faithfully grips at his shaft, fully lubricated and anticipating, swelling up, greedily throbbing around him so fast. It pulls his cock in the way you want to deepthroat Baekhyun. You repeat and repeat his name.
Finally, a second spurt comes to seep right into you like a waterfall. Baekhyun floods your pussy entirely without holding back. A gushing injection of white streaks and pearls comes to permeate you so deliciously that your heart skips a beat. The spill is much less fluid this time, but runny just like freshly whipped coconut cream, fanning out into little melted clouds. He’s shot what you imagine as more than the amount of a small glass of water into you. You are creamed up to the last millimeter. If he was fertile, you’d be pregnant with a cute little Baek baby in two seconds, and give birth only three minutes later.
„I love it!“
Your pussy walls loosen around him. Even if it means saying goodbye to your filling, now you wanna see how his semen looks like.
„Rest your hand there while you’re pulling out,“ you guide your had toward your abdomen. „You’re gonna tell me the difference.“
With Baekhyun slowly drawing out his cock and letting the vacuum suck the fluid downward, you become giddy. Your cervix refuses to close and instead stays pulsing open, letting all that he filled you with drip out. It’s a pal size puddle. Baekhyun’s dick looks so gigantic and coated now that he pulled out. You can’t believe all of that was inside of you.
„I really hate to leave you feeling empty,“ he says, and massages your belly very attentively.
„I wish your cum could stay inside all day. It’s so warm. I really miss your cock, too. Shit, Baekhyun.“
After some waiting time, his last bits of semen makes its way down. Your pussy gapes enough to let it squeeze out. It’s so thick and white, completely opaque. How good it smells you only register when you’re already hanging at Baekhyun’s lips again. The scent drives you to kiss him again and again, having your hands all over his body, praising him with your moans. He yields into your wild hug and the making out continues until your creampie no longer flows out. Half of your pussy is full of sticky semen still, warming you from the inside. Between your heavy breaths, you realize that Baekhyun’s laser gaze on you have even more craving than before.
„And this is not even the main event,“ he rasps into your ear. „We’re still headed towards the most important thing.“
You shake. His dark eyes set on you like a panther’s. He’s readier than ever. This goddamn robot stamina. Now he wants to fuck you up entirely.
„Make me cum… really hard, Baekhyun.“
„I’ll have you moaning and arching. Tell me what to do.“
„Remember I talked about some Special Request mixed with oral?“
„Very clearly,“ he nods, helping you get up from your back. „I got you.“
„Leave it at big as it is now. Not the full growth but almost there. Really give me a lot of cum, okay. Empty yourself into my throat. You can also fuck my mouth but keep it shallow. You can hold my head later on.“
„All as you like. Here,“ Baekhyun helps you guide the shaft between your expectant lips.
You suck at the tip, but your mouth doesn’t get very far down. The difference to Baekhyun’s smaller, adapted version is extreme to see, to touch, and taste. While you gobble the far end, a generous spurt of cum shoots into your throat already. It pools on your tongue before you swallow three times.
It tastes mild and sweet.
Maybe you’ve been eating too much cotton candy as of recently, but it does bear some resemblance to it. You shake the girth from one side of your mouth to the other, signalling Baekhyun to fill you again. More cum begins to appear, then burst at the roof of your mouth, and you don’t manage to hold in all of it. Thank God the towel is thick enough.
All the jizz expands on your tongue and you swallow faster, with Baekhyun leaking more of his cock milk. You decide to have some fun thrusting your head forward and have the whole thing explode against his loins and your lower face. With Baekhyun’s dick plunging into you deeper, the remaining cum flows past your lips and lands between either of your legs on the towel.
No wonder his balls do their pulsating thing. He has to keep up mixing and pumping everything out. His cock is now so perfectly slippery that you can glide your tongue around it in fast circles. The faster you go, the more his foreskin retracts, revealing the beautiful sturdy glans that provides you with another milky shot against the back of your throat. The mixture is smooth, allowing for an easy big swallow. For some reason, it’s almost like almond milk conditioner diluted with a bit of water.
Baekhyun adding little thrusts to each leaking makes you moan like a pervert. You suck and lick up every incoming bit of fluid properly until gulping it down. At this point, your entire stomach is a sea of white cream. Your mouth feels like it’s drowning in baby lotion, but without the obnoxious taste. Even now, you’re still not tired of bopping your head and blowing bubbles with the amounts of his sperm that gather around the middle of his cock. The more you get into the rhythm of moving your head, the more heated and loud you get.
Puckering your lips adds the right pressure, and you keep your jaw as wide a Baekhyun showed you earlier. The slicking, slurping and glucking noise of the suction is music to your ears. Him spilling out more liquid helps you glaze his length with warm icing now, and your speed is surprisingly high in doing so. You end up sinking your fingertips into Baekhyun’s shapely ass cheeks and hold onto his body like that while blowing him. You feel they are toned and soft at the same time, even more heavenly when you use your entire palms to hold them.
„Great, you’re doing great,“ Baekhyun wipes off a blotch of cum from his belly and lathers his cock up with it, careful not to disturb your mouth at work. „Do whatever comes to your mind.“
As if that praise was not enough, another rewarding fountain fizzes into your mouth. The vacuum from your tight lips resounds almost like a kissing noise. With another moan upcoming, you blurt out the majority of Baekhyun’s load. This time, his legs are the victim of your slobber, getting their first contact with his cum in dripping white stripes. It looks so hot. Looking at his ruined thighs with your saliva and milk on them makes your pussy throb several times.
In the meantime, your lips are left perfectly coated and big, clinging to the veiny surface slightly below Baekhyun’s tip. Especially your lower lip has gotten much plumper and picks up every relief on his dick. You love the sound of him thrusting in his shaft that is met with a little lake of cum at the farther end of your tongue. The more elegantly he helps you plunge in the tip, the better it stirs the fluid and leaves a nice caress at the top of your mouth and the inner corners of your lips. The taste is breathtaking. After swallowing for the seventh time now, you pop his dick from your mouth and distribute the remaining cum on your cheeks and temples by sliding his length all over your skin.
„That feels so good,“ you pat his cock all over your cheekbones, your forehead and the bridge of your nose. You even glide the tip of his cock against your browbone, tracing its lining and have a few little droplets of Baekhyun’s delicious milk dance stuck in your lashes. The fluid leaves your face feel cooled and soft. The matte silicone surface of his length is perfect enough to slowly glide under the guidance of your hand, massaging your face gently and slick.
And then, you get an idea.
„Hold your cock up for me. Maybe make it curve up a little,“ you instruct, take a few breaths to cool down. When Baekhyun is ready, you slide your right hand between your legs and head your mouth for his balls at the same time.
They really are like scoops of ice cream. Enough milk has distributed over them to make your attention of kisses, licks, feathery light bites and sucking very easy. Everything glides, and you love how they vibrate ever so slightly.
„Tell me I will feel this against my clit as often as possible, Baekhyun.“
„Every day if you want. I can make them buzz a little more than that as well. That goes for my cock, too.“
„What— Really! Please do it! And please, more cum…“
And they do. It must be the weirdest thing your lips and the tip of your nose have felt, ever. A million dancing ants start their party on your skin. Alternating between left and right, you give your mouth a proper ice cream feeding. Baekhyun’s cock vibrates along and produces another waterfall of sperm.
While you let the buzzing ripen up your lips with even more swelling, drops upon drops of cum add from above where Baekhyun holds his cock in an almost vertical position. Since its curve bends toward his stomach, that’s where more of his cum lands. You love to observe the milk trickle over the little veins of his loins, his lightly toned abs, and the perfect V shape of his pelvis. With every drop, you rub your clit to new heights and feel it become spongy. You’re so sensitive and wet that it’s harder to get your finger to the right spot, so you end up using three fingers at once.
Baekhyun glazing himself with all that luscious cum makes you want to lick him up whole. On the other hand, his oozing cock spills so much fluid that you don’t want any of it go to waste.
With the flicks of your index finger speeding up between your legs, you ask Baekhyun to stuff and thrust his cock back onto your tongue and provide you with a final wave of cum for good. He dusts over your lashes to remove the spray they took before, then diligently brings his palms around the back of your head. Baekhyun is so utterly careful and sensual in his expression that you have to groan and feel your pussy twitch. His pretty fingers fit so perfectly around the area under your high ponytail. Having his wrists ghost over your temples makes you want to come on the spot. Now that your head is softly locked safe, Baekhyun asks if he can start, earning the most eager nod.
„I won’t make you gag, I promise,“ he gives his fingers a final arrangement, laying flat on your hair.
You feel like you’re about to implode and already drive your head forward. Aided by the slip of your mouth, he pulls you onto his cock, driving in a bit more length. About a third of his cock gets in, and you feel only a slight bit of tension. Your lips close around him, but remain flexible, still. Your hand between your legs rubs faster. And faster. Your clit is begging for a second rush. By the time, your jaw has become perfectly loose and receptive, ready to take a pounding. You moan in frustration from all the suspense, and finally he begins fucking his monster dick into your skull. 
The girth stretches your lips and leaves your mouth completely stunned. Baekhyun properly angles himself into your head and showers you with complimenting little wows, then continues the speed and screwing until half of his dick pumps into your mouth. It’s pushing in and stimulates your lips with every thrust. The buzz is amazing. 
Your throat is perfectly accepting of Baekhyun’s tip. The vibrating stimulation at your tonsils sends excitement through your entire body. His cock is amazingly big, hot, and jittery. When he drills it into you with a little ‚your mouth… so soft… like cotton candy…’ under his breath, you can’t take it anymore.
When your rubs escalate and your pussy begins to contract, he blows up your mouth with an avalanche of extra sticky and flavorful cream. Unlike when he was pumping out the cum against his belly, his cock now powerfully empties in one go and overwhelms your tongue with taste. 
The portion is so huge and almost foamy. Now you’re filled double. Your leaking pussy, stuffed with his bubbling semen, and your mouth, rich with the potent vanilla taste. Your clit thumps hard with a series of twitches, about ten, eleven, twelve times, with another strong rub from your middle finger pushing it over the edge.
The load of cum bursting into your mouth is so large that your cheeks slowly bulge out a bit. Baekhyun holds his cock in place to help you keep it centered. A look at his hands alone is enough to fasten your rubs and make you feel your climax peak. Your eyes get large from the extremity of pleasure surging from your clit, having your body rock, making you yelp out and spill Baekhyun’s semen back over the pulsing curve of his dick. It’s so messy, but you don’t care.
He takes the opportunity to thrust back into your mouth in sync with the twitches of your pussy, blasting your way too impatient esophagus with more sputtering threads of hot milk. Your clit throbs even harder when you hear the wet noises your throat makes. Every thrust has you blowing out cum with stifled, slobbery gargling. Baekhyun penetrates you so well and won’t waste a milliliter of cum. It’s so thick and so good, and distributes so nicely every time he fucks it into your throat a little further. The vibration of his cock makes your tongue so swollen against the underside of his shaft and even more sensitive to how his cum feels.
Liquid satin, gliding so well down into your stomach that you wish he could penetrate, too. You slurp and gobble the last shots of cum, and enjoy Baekhyun’s thrusts feeding you his fully sperm-decorated cock. With your saliva flowing into the mix, the load gets perfectly blended and has you produce the nastiest sounds around the meaty base of his dick. You want to lap it all up, slather it all over you, bathe in it. He drenches your mouth completely. You swallow and swallow until he knows you’re feeling full and stops the flow.
You still try to suck the leftover liquid out of him until only drops remain on your tongue. A final swallow, and you lock eyes with Baekhyun who’s gently smiling and cupping your head.
„B—woah,“ you gush out, slipping your lips off his dick. You look down on your body and Baekhyun’s, finding your skins coated all sticky as if a pot of joghurt spilled all over your chests and legs.
The special request indeed leaves nothing left to be desired.
„Really incredible,“ Baekhyun says.
„Warm…,“ you lick your lips, and shake, move your tongue about to loosen it up. „And so much— Fuck!“
„Not a drop left. I’ll probably need half an hour to gather an amount like that again.“
„I want this all the time. This, this is so much fun.“
„Yes. You were really enjoying yourself. You look really beautiful.“
Probably really messy and funny with your drying lips and tousled ponytail. You have to chuckle.
„Brace yourself, Baekhyun. I hope you have enough hair ties prepared.“
Oh, it’s gonna be a ride.
After you settle your breath, Baekhyun goes about cleaning your face and neck, and bits of your chest. He has to get a third towel from the bathroom to get the job done, including rubbing himself down. As ruined as he looks, AndroTech has to send him into the fucking robo deep cleaning room or something if you keep this up.
Eventually, Baekhyun helps you up the same way he put you down on the sheets two hours ago. You coo to him, and he carries you to the bedroom softly humming. You feel a strange serenity. Protection. Baekhyun looks so sweet and calm. A warm feeling spreads across your abdomen, and you listen to your blood rush in your ears. He really got you going,. He offers a glass of water that you accept and nip at while he sorts his and your clothes, dumping all the towels into the laundry basket and switching off the living room lights afterwards.
Alongside carrying a paddle hair brush, he returns with your favorite strawberry bubblegum chapstick. He must have picked it up next to the washing machine in the bathroom. You keep a little shell-shaped metal bowl next to the basin where all your cosmetics are scattered in. How he knows that it’s your go-to lip product will remain another mystery, although you are sure he has a page-long analysis on it. 
After asking for your permission, Baekhyun applies it for you and makes sure to kiss you not once, but twice. He loosens the tie out of your hair and goes about brushing it, smoothing it. Lying down in your bed for the afterglow with the fairy lights on gets even better when Baekhyun offers his chest to lean against for dozing off.
Chapter 10: Pulling Out The Carrots
You wake up to the smell of waffles and cocoa coming from the kitchen. You sit up in bed. Feeling more gloriously fucked out than fucked up, actually. The floor, even if it’s still the exact same as before, feels different when you set your either foot on the ground. It’s not only your heel feeling at least a little better. It’s also the fact that it’s the ground of an apartment with two people in it.
Bothering to put on socks, you find that your closet has a new stack of clothes where Baekhyun normally sorts in his white vest. So Mr. Kim sent a new batch of attire for him as promised in the email you received last night. Seven sets of midnight blue, carnelian, and more white cuts of similar fabrics and varying shapes. Your closet looks strangely complemented with his clothes in it. Not to mention much tidier since he folded each and every piece.
Before you waddle to the bathroom, you check your phone and see an avalanche of shy emojis from Hwasa in your notifications. You did manage to send a little comment on the sofa before you went to bed.
„Guess whose car is fixed,“ Baekhyun sets a plate on the table. The whole kitchen sizzles and looks as if a restaurant chef just let a huge cloud of steam loose from his souffle in the oven. There’s juice, there’s blueberries, there’s syrup on the table. His smile is even brighter than it was yesterday.
„You gem!“
Falling around his neck makes Baekhyun laugh. You cling in the hug and pepper his forehead with kisses until the waffle machine bleeps.
„Dig in, princess,“ he stacks up three waffles on the plate, golden brown and drizzled with syrup.
„Sit down with me when the last one is done,“ you fork the top waffle, separating it into five hearts each. Crispy outside, vanilla-colored and juicy on the inside. Back in the day when he was still active, Gordon Ramsey couldn’t have done it any better. Baekhyun nods, now busy with a large blue bowl. He’s kept his smile and hums a little. The kitchen radio is playing in the background.
„And something else,“ he swipes the wooden spoon through the bowl. You realize what’s inside. He steps toward the table to masterfully place a generous amount of whipped cream on your stack of waffles.
„What was it?“
„I talked to Mister Lee.“
„You what?!“
With a clattering noise, your fork drops right back onto the plate. If the sweet scent in the kitchen didn’t fully wake you, then this definitely did.
„I first checked the databank as I said,“ Baekhyun puts down the bowl on the table and takes a seat opposite to you. „There was no record of him interacting with androids anywhere. He didn’t own one, nor did anyone else in his social environment or the area around here. Except you of course.“
„A—alright, and?“
Judging by Baekhyun’s picture-perfect appearance that doesn’t seem to sport a single scratch, at least Mr. Lee didn’t get out his golfing equipment then.
„I went over and met him on the porch while he was having his coffee. I introduced myself and asked about his garden.“
„His garden?“
„Mister Lee has taken up quite a bit of work with his vegetables,“ Baekhyun pours some orange juice from a jug into the chunky little glass in front of your plate. „He was busy with carrots yesterday.“
„What— What does that have to do with…?“
„He was huffing out loud because he couldn’t pull out a particularly large one.“
„That’s what I heard when we arrived?“
„Precisely you did.“ As if your jaw couldn’t hang any lower, now you’re also flooded with embarrassment.
„He was squatting right behind the large bush that blocks the view,“ Baekhyun continues. He said he didn’t even hear us arrive because he had headphones on.“
„Jesus, really?“
„I was already wondering why I didn’t notice any danger when we arrived at the house. You only heard the noise and made a conclusion. But actually, Mister Lee was in his own world.“
„Oh…“
„I helped him plug out the remaining carrots just half an hour ago. It was really easy. He gave me a few potatoes from his garden, too. I’ll make you fries for lunch today.“
„You really hear what you want to hear,“ you say to yourself out loud and start chugging the orange juice. Maybe moving into the underground tunnel system you’re planning to build for yourself to disappear from the face of this earth is still a very good idea.
„And don’t worry. I didn’t tell Mister Lee about your reaction. He doesn’t know about the misunderstanding. I just said I heard him shout in his garden and he readily explained what he was working on.“
„That was very sensible, Baekhyun. So I was accusing him for nothing, then.“
You bury your face in your palms. Goddammit.
„Mister Lee is as harmless and unbiased against bots as this waffle,“ Baekhyun points squarely at your plate.
„And I thought this would end up in a fistfight.“
„The funny thing is. Mister Lee said he used to be a boxer back in the 1980s and had muscles like I do. He was really amused how fast I was pulling out the carrots.“
„B-Boxer? Was he trying to intimidate you?“
Maybe you need to muster your rusty karate skills again. Who knows what Mister Lee was really up to. You didn’t know much about his family, but you’re sure a more detailed Internet search would reveal that his grandfather was indeed called Bruce.
„No worries,“ Baekhyun picks up the jar again, re-filling your juice. „He called me a dapper young gentleman and offered we could come over to have carrot cake at 4 PM. He says the house is a little empty since his grandkids moved to San Francisco. Mrs Lee is also looking forward to congratulate us. If you’re free after work?“
„They… invited us?!“
„In the most friendly way possible. And their potatoes are really huge. That’s going to be a lot of fries.“
Looks like Baekhyun has found your neighbors to be much more trustable than your paranoid robot gf brain. Before you can really deliberate whether to say yes or no, your intuition does the work for you and makes your strained jaw blab the words.
„I’m free, sure I—“
The doorbell rings twice, ripping you right out of your thought flow.
Baekhyun swiftly gets up. You already expect Hyuna or Chen with the latest gossip in town about your universally heard late-night moaning noises.
Setting up what feels like another Guinness world record, you stress-eat two waffles at once before readying yourself to get up, too. Another loss of face right around the corner but at least you have something in your stomach and Baekhyun’s beautifully cooked meal isn’t getting cold which would be the ultimate heresy.
To your relief, however, Baekhyun returns with—
A post box.
„Delivery for my princess,“ he chirps from the kitchen entrance. „Wow, it’s really heavy, too!“
„God, I’m a mess,“ you shake your head at yourself.
„Pardon?“
„Nothing, I just said it’s actually for the prince, you know.“
Your castle might be an outdated yellow house, but it has a creaking palace door and splendid clothing parlor. And pancakes for dinner. And the prince has a really big dick, so.
„For— me?“
„Yes, yes. If Mr. Kim can send you something nice, I can do that, too.“
There goes another portion of your salary but fuck it. You act as if you were puffing yourself up a little, with flared nostrils and a dandy eyebrow wiggle. A laughing Baekhyun uses his mere nails to loosen the tape from the packaging in one smooth go, and also doesn’t seem to extend any efforts prying it open. You’ve never seen anyone open a box this elegantly.
„That’s the kind of rivalry between creators I didn’t expect,“ he says. „I hope you’ll like the new clothes, by the way.“
You’re starting to get the hang of this whole bots-and-boredom thing. Keeping Baekhyun on his toes is paradoxically both less and more of a big deal than you thought but you’re working it out.
A note of calling your declared friendly rival Mr. Kim to ask him for a few more pointers is what you decidedly jot down on your own mental to-do list. He explicitly said that Baekhyun can very well explain himself, but getting some more insider knowledge to ambush Baekhyun with surprises doesn’t hurt. And whatever this kinetic learning thing is, you certainly need some more ideas from the source, too.
„You can model them after we return from eating cake.“
„Nothing I’ll love more,“ Baekhyun removes some of the crumpled up paper cushioning inside. Since the box is fairly big, it takes a bit until the content becomes apparent to him. Once he realizes what it is, Baekhyun’s eyes light up and he starts jumping up and down through the kitchen.
„It’s a pink clouds machine!“
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Rei x Seventeen
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“What took you so long?” Chan said as soon as Rei hurried down the steps of her school.
“Sorry.” She skidded to a stop in front of him. “I couldn’t find my rain coat.”
He looked up at the sky, which was getting pretty cloudy, and then back at her. “Where is it?”
“I didn’t find it.” Rei shrugged. “But you were waiting, so I tried to go fast.”
“Right. Well, let’s go.” He turned to walk away.
“Are we going home?” Rei asked, hurrying after him.
“The PC room.” He answered. “The guys are already there.”
When he said ‘the guys’, Rei knew that he didn’t mean the other trainees. He meant his friends from school. He hung out with them every Tuesday when he didn’t have training right after school, and had made no secret of the fact that he hated that he still had to take her along because it was also his job to walk her home from school.
Normally, Rei didn’t mind. She’d just get a computer in another part of the café and play computer games until Chan decided it was time to go home. But she’d forgotten her wallet that morning and Jeonghan had given her lunch money, so she didn’t have any extra to pay for the computer. And there was no way she was going to ask Chan for any.
The PC room was only a couple of subway stops away from her school, so she used the last of the money Jeonghan had given her to pay for the fare.
“I’m going over there.” Chan pointed to the far corner of the room. “Don’t wander off.”
“Okay.” Rei said, watching him as he walked away. She found a table in a section of the café she didn’t normally use, and started pulling out her school books. She was a bit behind on some of her math work, so she could use the time to catch up on that.
She wasn’t sure how long had passed, but it had started raining a while ago and the sun had set, when one of the employees came up to talk to her.
“Excuse me, miss.” The woman said kindly. “We’re closing now.”
“Oh!” Rei exclaimed, slamming her textbook shut. “I’ll just go get my friend and then we can-“
“I think you’re the only one left.” The woman smiled. “But you should hurry home, it’s pretty rainy out.”
Rei blinked, sure that she’d misheard. She put everything back into her backpack, walking towards the front door of the shop. The employees were turning off the lights, and she was, in fact, the only customer left.
Her heart dropped. Chan wouldn’t have left without her, right? She stepped out the front door, standing under the awning. It was raining, and her shoes were getting soaked just from the puddles on the ground. The rain was loud, blocking out the sounds of passing cars.
Her gaze settled on a coffee shop across the street, still with a few customers. She smiled. Chan had probably just gone there for a drink.
Hugging her backpack to her chest to protect it from the rain, she rushed across the road. She was soaked instantly and sighed in relief when she stepped through the doors of the coffee shop.
But a quick glance around revealed that Chan was nowhere to be found.
“Would you like a drink? We’re about to close.” The employee said to her.
“No, thank you.” Rei clutched her backpack closer, stepping back out into the rain.
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 “Wow, it’s really raining out there.” Jihoon laughed as he stepped into the apartment.
“You’re telling me.” Jeonghan smiled. “Do you want some ramen? I’m on my second pot.”
“Yes, please. I don’t think I-“ His gaze fell on Chan, sitting on the couch with his books spread out in front of him. “Oh, you guys are home?”
“Yeah, about an hour ago.” Chan said, not looking up.
Jihoon shook his hair off, heading into the bedroom. But when he looked up at Rei’s bunk, he didn’t see her sitting there. She was always there, working on her homework until someone forced her to go to bed. But she wasn’t there, and neither was her backpack or any of her school things.
“Where’s Rei?” He asked, coming back into the living room.
Chan shrugged.
“They got home a while ago.” Seungcheol said, looking over from where he was folding towels. “Right?”
“Chan?” Jeonghan prompted.
“Hm?” He looked up from his book. “Oh, we didn’t come home together.”
“What?” Seungcheol dropped his towel. “What do you mean? I thought you guys went to the PC bar after school.”
“We did.” Chan nodded. “But the guys wanted to go for pizza and I couldn’t find her. I figured she went out.”
“And you didn’t think that finding her was more important than pizza?” Jeonghan exclaimed.
“She’s a big girl, she can take the subway home by herself.”
“She doesn’t have any money.” Jihoon picked her wallet up off the counter. “And she doesn’t have a cell phone. How is she supposed to get home?”
Chan eyes widened. “You mean?”
“Let’s go.” Seungcheol kicked off his slippers, going for his raincoat.
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Rei was soaked.
She wasn’t sure if she was shivering anymore, because her body had gone numb. Her backpack was still hugged tightly to her chest, but she doubted that it was still dry. Her blazer and skirt were plastered to her legs, and her shoes sloshed with every step.
She’d been walking for almost two hours, not that she had been able to check the time. She was pretty sure she was headed in the right direction, but honestly she didn’t know. She would have stopped to call – someone would have let her use their phone – but she didn’t have any of the boys’ number memorized. Which meant she had to just keep walking and hope she was heading towards home.
She saw someone sprint out onto the street in front of her, and instinctively flinched. Her walk home had been relatively incident free, aside from the cold that now had her teeth chattering to the point of being painful. But the person running down the street was coming right at her.
She glanced to the side, wondering if it would be smart to duck into the alley, when the person’s voice reached her over the rain.
“REI! Rei, is that you?”
“Chan?” She whispered, not sure if it was him.
He slammed into her, wrapping his arms around her. “Where have you been?”
“W…Wa-walking home.” She stuttered. “Where did you go?”
“I…We went…” He rubbed her shoulders.
All at once, it was too much for Rei, and she burst into tears. “You left me!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He hugged her tightly. “I won’t ever do it again.”
“I’ve been walking for hours.” She sobbed.
“I know. Come on, we’ll get you home and warmed up.” He pulled off his own raincoat, wrapping it over her head.
“I’m….already…S-soaked.” She shivered.
“I’m so sorry.” He said again, keeping one arm around her shoulders as he started to lead her home.
Another figure appeared in front of them.
“Did you find her!” Jeonghan’s voice shouted.
“I’ve got her!” Chan confirmed.
When they got back to their house, Rei was forced to take a long, hot shower, while Seungcheol put her pajamas into the dryer. Still, when she finally emerged and sat down on the couch, there was a sniffle to her voice and a slight red tinge to her nose.
“You need to drink this.” Chan set a mug of soup down in front of her.
She took it, her hands still shaking.
Jeonghan smoothed her hair back. “You should have stopped somewhere. Or at least used your backpack to cover you.”
“I didn’t want my homework to get wet.” Rei took a sip, sighing as she started to warm up.
“I can’t believe you tried to walk all the way home.” Seungcheol scolded. “You could have gotten kidnapped.”
“I thought you’d be proud of me. I didn’t get lost.” Rei gave him a tiny smile.
“You shouldn’t have been out there in the first place.” Jihoon crossed his arms.
Chan sunk lower in his seat. “I’m sorry, okay. I feel bad enough.”
“She’s sick.” Jeonghan pointed out. “You can’t possibly feel worse than she does.”
“It’s okay. He didn’t want to take me for pizza. I should have-“
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Seungcheol handed her a mug of tea, leaving her with two mugs. “And Chan will make it up to you.”
Chan nodded enthusiastically. “Next time I take you home from school…we can…we can go to a movie. Or we can go to one of those craft cafes you always want to visit. We’ll go wherever you want, my treat.”
Rei smiled. “There’s a shop that has an ice cream parlour in one half, and a bunch of kittens in the other.”
“We’ll go.” He promised. “And spend hours and hours there.”
Rei sneezed.
“And I’ll do your homework.” Chan reached for her books. They’d been placed out on the table, allowing them to dry. “All of it.”
“But you haven’t done yours yet.” She protested, wiping her nose on her sleeve.
“I’ll do yours first.” He insisted, opening the math book. “So you can go to bed and get better.”
Rei pouted slightly, looking at Jeonghan. “I think you guys are making him feel bad.”
“Good.” Jeonghan smiled, taking the soup mug out of her hand. “Take your tea to bed with you. We’ll get a heating pad to keep you warm.”
Rei nodded, standing up and stretching. The boys all filed out of the room, leaving her and Chan.
“Hey Chan?”
“Yeah?” He looked up, biting on the end of his pencil.
“I’m really not mad.” She promised. “I don’t even mind being sick. Maybe I won’t have to go to school tomorrow.”
He sighed. “Don’t try to make me feel better, okay? This is my fault, so just…let me try and fix it.”
“If that’s what you want.” She shrugged. “I’m going to bed.”
“Sweet dreams.” He smiled. “Stay home sick tomorrow, and I’ll bring you food after school.”
“Chicken?”
“Chicken.” He promised.
“Rei! Bed.” Jeonghan called.
“I’m going.” Rei winked at Chan, hurrying off to bed.
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Merry... Birthday?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Summary: You love christmas, but Dean doesn’t. Yet, he might make an exception for your birthday this year.
A/N: This one goes for @negans-lucille-tblr​ ‘s secret fic exchange. My secret Santa was @katymacsupernatural​. Hey, honey! I hope you enjoy this and happy birthday! You deserve double presents, so here’s mine. All mistakes are mine!
Divider by @talesmaniac89 !
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You loved Christmas.
It was probably a nostalgic longing for your long gone urban life. Just in the same way you’d still catch yourself looking through the news for election results or feel your stomach twist if you didn’t eat homemade food at least twice a week. You were dead to the government and certainly spent more on the road than in a home. Besides, you had met up with God enough times to know him. All the encounters and screaming and unapologetic abandonment should make you want to throw any baby Jesus against a wall or even climb on a Christmas tree just to shout about all the hoaxes so perfectly molded in patterns through our brains like braids.
Yet, something about you loved christmas. 
The pretty lights always shining, it didn’t matter where you go. For once, all the city-- everything would be entirely made of light. Their incandescent glow always companishing each person, either it was in an once treacherous alley or only to make the kids' grin bigger as they watched them among the busy streets with wide eyed gazes. The confusion in the kitchen that often ended up with huffs bursting into chuckles between the smell of meals that were too much and would make a room for leftovers for the rest of the week. How everything seemed to be made only of happiness, and nothing could ever cut through those water; all the knives were suddenly swords for kids to play and no white gun. In Christmas, a house became a kingdom for every heart. Everything was good and felt through the skin to the bone, like a single glimpse, a hidden day of what would be paradise.
That was how you were raised, at least. The Winchesters didn’t share the same mindset, no. While you grew up with decorating the tree, they were hiding bodies in the dim light. Leftovers were all through their whole year, and Christmas was described as good or not with one single criteria: snow streets. They had to take one? Annoying date. They didn’t and there was eggnog? Bearable Jesus’s birthday.
Yet, you attempted to make the bunker the more festive possible: buying a bunch of christmas lights, cookies’ ingredients and even a small nativity scene. Your attempts to enjoy the date’s niciities ended up with Sam breaking his arm after crashing on the ground because you insisted on him putting the lights in a place higher than his age, not to mention the burned cookies that looked more like tiny monsters than gingerbread men.
Your parents used to make this look so much easier.
Although the youngest Winchester understood a little more about the concept of holidays, a believer in the good until the very end, his brother didn’t share the idea. You couldn’t say you were surprised. Dean just had two barely normal christmas in his life: one when he was dying and one with Lisa and Ben. Both situations made it to his heart only to shatter from the inside.
‘’Baby Jesus?’’ Dean snorted, shaking his head at the sight of you adjusting the weird little dolls in the nativity. He placed another ruined cook in his mouth, speaking with his mouth full next: ‘’We have the son of Lucifer, guess that counts.’’
‘’Don’t say that once Jack gets home.’’ You rolled your eyes, turning to face the oldest Winchester with your hands on your hips. How could he eat that? You couldn’t even make it a bite and Sam only had half of those. ‘’And stop eating those. They are burned.’’
‘’I’ve had worse.’’ He remarked, adding another cookie to his mouth. You grimaced, wondering for a brief moment how your boyfriend could be simultaneously the guy who saved the world and a man with the taste of a five years old.
‘’Yeah. But I’m the one who has to hear you whining about your bellyache later.’’
‘’I don’t whine--’’ You arched your eyebrows at his statement, making Dean huff in agreement. ‘’That was once and because of Sam’s weird ass vegan bacon.’’
‘’You acted like you were dying.’’
‘’My tongue was!’’
‘’So get this.’’ Sam’s voice interrupted your childish argument, catching the attention of both hunters like a shiny object did to a cat. ‘’Apparently we got an earlier christmas gift.’’
‘’What is it?’’ You asked, approaching the table.
‘’Three teenagers disappeared in the forest, all personal objects left behind.’’ Sam explained as Dean scratched out his neck to glance at his brother’s computer screen. Nothing like a case in Colorado. ‘’The authorities think it’s a serial killer. But one of the girls, Kayla Wodson, said she saw a weird, skinny giant take her friends.’’
‘’Ho ho ho and three bodies.’’ Dean clapped his hands together with a wry curve of lips. ‘’Alright. Let’s hit the road-- Wait, wait, wait. Where do you think you are going?’’
You were standing beside Dean while Sam raised to his feet, ready to pack his bags. Dean, nonetheless, was quicker than his brother, soon putting himself in front of Sammy; hands protectively standing in front of the youngest’s chest to keep him from moving any further.
He shook his head with a scoff. ‘’Dude, come on.’’
‘’Not happening, Sammy. You got a broken arm.’’ You mumbled a sorry along Dean’s big brother speech, to which Sam replied with a comprehensive smile. ‘’Y/N and I take care of it.’’
‘’He’s right. Must be the first time in his life, but he is.’’ Dean turned his head, furrowing his eyebrows at you ‘’Don’t worry. It’s just a wendigo anyway. ‘’
‘’Okay. Just…’’
‘’Don’t forget the fireblazer. As if your brother would miss an opportunity to use it.’’ You scrunched up your noise, causing a chortle out of Sam while Dean commented something about grabbing the specific instrument and walked away. ‘’Maybe you could call Eileen. Ask her to help you to back some christmas cookies.’’
Sammy shook his head at your wiggling brows. ‘’That doesn’t sound as sexy for me as it does for you.’’
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Dean Winchester was good with numbers.
Not the urban numerical sense of the deal, of course. He almost didn’t make it in sixth grade with useless geometry and all that, and he still used his fingers to count when he had to deal with an equation. No, his good and quick way with numbers was easier, intrinsic to his head.
How many years since mom died? Seventeen. How many people did he have to save? All of them. How many years had he left? Less than he once owned.
Hunter math was simpler, and was all he really needed since he was four years old, running from the fire with his baby brother in his arms-- which brought him to the second section of his particular geometry: birthdays and death anniversaries. Dean never, ever forgot any special date. Those were his own holidays, the only worth celebrating and remembering. His wishes, grief, and cherishment were reserved for the people he loved, not some celestial assholes who saw his life like a book.
Therefore, his mind went on a golden rush for your day as soon as the Wendigo hunt took more than you both expected. You wouldn't be able to make it home before your birthday, which would be ending shortly, a matter of two or three hours. His inner engineers were useful tonight, in his vision, useful enough to make those sappy movies jealous. While you were washing some guts and leaves away, Dean went to the nearest convenience store. His long arms nesting a bunch of stuff he never dared to touch in years. The cashier with drowsy eyes and escarlet Santa hat seemed bored with his shopping, probably because she saw an uncountable amount of people buying the same things over and over. He couldn’t blame her for the suburban exhaustion. If anything, it was a small comfort for his war orbs to see and be a part of a scene so mundane.
He hustled back to the dive motel room, singing in relief to himself once he stepped in and heard you singing Christmas Tree Farm while the water rushed in. He grimaced at himself for recognizing that Taylor Swift song. How couldn’t he? That woman was 80% of all you heard everyday. Man, he was whipped.
Tilting his head back in reality, he started organizing in clumsy manners of putting everything in place for you. His bruised hands touching so carefully the fragile ornaments to make the motel room with grubby walls and weird black stan on the floor that only seemed to grow a little more like you.
You, the woman who put up with him, who laughed at his stupid jokes, and who watched Scooby Doo, all snuggled up to him every friday. You, the woman who switched from AC/DC to Taylor Swift and then Eric Clapton. You, the one who understood his job and helped him to wash off some of the blood on his hand and never got scared of how red the water could get. You, the girl who rolled her eyes at his first attempt of flirting and now stole his french fries and kissed his lips as if he was worth being delicate with. You, his breathing, his true holiday, his only act of faith besides Sammy.
Dean pressed his teeth against his bottom lip, looking up and down his little manual work. Part of him said it was ridiculous, he surely would make a lot of fun of Sam if he did that to a chick. Yet, mostly he was proud. He wanted you to like it. It wasn’t even near to what you deserved, but it was a piece of it. It was what the Winchester could give you, and that would be hopefully, enough.
While Dean was caught in the crossroad of judging and admiring his surprise, you left the shower with a towel wrapped around your head and lips mumbling Cocaine. Your feet glued to the ground once you witnessed what was in front of you: the room was decorated with christmas lights, a tiny plastic tree on the table, right beside a pie with candle on the top and two cup of what smelled like hot cocoa.
‘’Dean…’’ Your tender tone brought him back from his traineck thoughts as he turned around to glance at you. You chortled in astonishment as he raised his eyes and said surprise! ‘’What’s this?’’
‘’Well, it’s your birthday.’’ He shrugged, scooting closer to you with a smirk. Dean smoothly wrapped his arms around your waist, yours instantly resting around his neck. ‘’In my defense, they just had christmas stuff. Blame your parents for having you close to Jesus’ special day.’’
‘’Christmas stuff include pie and not cake?’’ Your brows knitted together, a heartwarming smile on your lips as you watched his expression marked by multicolored little lights. He smelled like something was a blaze, and you knew that was for standing too close to the candle and not for burning a body this time. Small changes.
He scoffed humorously. ‘’You like pie better anyway.’’ He nodded at the carnival-like situation around you two. Dean Winchester wasn’t the kind of man who got insecure, but you could catch a perk of brand nervous hesitation as his green eyes shot you an anxious glance. ‘’Did you like it?’’
‘’I loved it.’’ You pulled cheeks dimpled with joy that was kissed by Dean’s own smiling lips. The kiss was so gentle, it was his own palpable light hearted emotion. You being happy in his arms. It had been so long since he felt he could be enough, he could make someone happy. But you were right there. As you pulled away, another short kiss was given between playful words: ‘’That’s what I call a christmas miracle.’’
‘’Shush.’’ He leaned in and pecked your lips. As Dean pulled back, he couldn’t help but watch around with the pride of Hubris. His glance went back to you, a lopsided grin on his face. God, you loved that smile. You loved that man. ‘’So I added some whiskey to the hot cocoa. We could drink some, eat the pie, and see if those lights make a good improvise rope. What do you tell me?’’
All you could do was kiss him again.
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