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It's fine; you just have to understand that friendships between people in different age groups don't and can't necessarily work the same as friendships between people in the same age group.
I'm not even kidding when I say that when I was a kid/teenager two of my best friends were the grocery bagger at my local supermarket, Mr. David, who was in his mid 50s, and Mr. Theodore, an usher at my church, who was in his mid 70s. I was bullied and ostracized in my own age group, so I didn't have a lot of friends my own age. But I saw these two old guys a couple times a week. Mr. David had met my mom when she was pregnant with me so he'd been around my whole life and watched me grow. And we'd been going to the church where Mr. Theodore was an usher and since I was 3 years old.
And the thing was, it wasn't a friendship where I could invite these old guys over for sleepovers or to play tag or to watch SpongeBob, and they didn't talk about politics or playing golf or retirement plans with me. But when I saw them, I'd get a great big bear hug and a "how ya doin, kiddo?" They'd ask me how school was and I'd ask them how things were at the grocery store or the church. They'd ask me how my siblings were doing, and I'd ask Mr. David about his nieces and Mr. Theodore about his grandkids. I had a secret handshake with both of them (that now that I think about it might've been the same handshake for both of them but they didn't know each other so it was fine). We'd tell each other jokes. We'd make promises to see each other again when my parents eventually dragged me off to the next errand or sunday school class.
And those were good friendships! Not every good friendship has to include tons of quality time and numerous shared interests. I'm sure tons of us have friends now, even in our own age group, where we text them or see them once every six months, catch up for a few hours, and then we don't hear from them from a long time, and that's just how the cycle goes, but you still consider that spotty cycle a friendship!
And I'll also say: I'll never forget how devastated I was when I found out Mr. David had died in an accident. I remember going to the grocery store when I was 13 and asking a manager where he was because I hadn't seen him for a while, and the manager pulled my mom and I aside and said "Sweetie I'm so sorry. I know you and Mr. David were very close, but he died in a car accident three weeks ago." That was the first major death in my life. I'll never forget how furious I was when I told teachers and therapists that my best friend had died in an accident, and when I explained that my best friend had been an "old" man named Mr. David, I was told children couldn't be best friends with old men. I still tell people to this day that Mr. David was my first best friend.
I know now that there are definitely more fulfilling ways to have friendships than the friendships I had with Mr. David and Mr. Theodore (Mr. Theodore is still alive to my knowledge, I just don't live in that state anymore), but I don't regret the friendships I had with them at all, in fact I'm very very grateful for them.
My mom was constantly stressed but very much doing her best to raise me and my 3 siblings, and my dad was around but he was an abusive piece of shit. I'd had a boatload of disrespectful and downright demeaning therapists, and 9 times out of 10 the teachers I had either brushed me off entirely or loved me right up until they didn't. Suffice to say my view of adulthood was pretty shitty.
But these two old guys were there to remind me adults can be kind, to kids and adults and everyone in between! And adults can be silly! And adults can hug people just because they're happy to see them. And adults can have fun. And adults can love- their parents, their children, their spouses, their neighbors, their coworkers, their friends, a stranger walking by who just needs a smile.
Think about all the lessons kids and teens could learn from adult friends.
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okay disjointed thoughts about the wicked movie 1 day after watching it lets go
-first of all, my movie theater put speakers outside and was just blasting the entire soundtrack on repeat. we could hear it down the street as we were driving up. that's just simply insane
-the opening establishing shots of the land were great but honestly. the very clearly animated dorothy and gang really annoyed me lmfao like I'm sorry it cannot have possibly been too hard to get a few extras to stand in front of a screen for point 5 seconds lol. it was so fast that I Know I'm being dramatic about it but they looked more cartoon than the flying monkey's did
-baby elphie and baby nessa are the cutest things I've ever seen in my life...
-I kinda...like the more human/animal hybrids that the stage show and the original movie had. sorry. like I Get they were only like that bc you can't make a real life goat sing and dance but they're just more interesting to look at than normal-looking animals who happen to talk!
-jeff goldblum's face being hidden every time he had a dance number...I have a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't really dancing lmfao
-whoever decided to bleach ariana's eyebrows deserves jail time
-when jonathan bailey first showed up on screen my mother leaned over to me and whispered 'he's HANDSOME...'
-when cynthia finished the 'wizard and I' I had to actually stop myself from applauding. it felt so weird and rude for there to be dead silence after that performance my GOD.
-also omg the part where she's singing about the wizard de-green-ifying her and the colors in the suncatchers were canceling out the green so she looked normal....inspired!
-madame morrible had these HUGE crystal ball looking rings and I just want them so much lmao
-glinda's friends were really funny the bit were she was like 'I need to lie down' and they immediately picked her up like a plank of wood and carried her off while the one was screaming 'WE NEED A PASTRY!!! IT'S AN EMERGENCY WE NEED A PASTRY!!!' had me cackling
-I wish there was more time between them moving in and 'what is this feeling' starting? like I wanted more time to see them bickering and then also more time seeing them getting along after the ball??
-'dancing through life' was BEAUTIFUL however two complaints 1) why would they cut the line 'what's the most swankified place around?' I Quote That Often and 2) at the end when glinda and elphie dance together like...it's beautiful and everything but from what I remember after their solo moment fieryo joins them?? and they have a cute three way dance moment??? and I'm very pro "they're all in love with each other" so I missed that lol
-also just in general would of liked to see more of fieryo with the girls! like it felt like ball->lion cub->emerald city, in the course of a couple days, and idk I just feel like they could have slowed it down a bit?? especially since they broke it into two movies?? like I don't think that Actually all happened in the span of a week, but they didn't do a good enough job establishing how much time was passing so it Felt like it. which is dumb bc then it just doesn't seem realistic that elphie and glinda are THAT attached to each other by defying gravity like it feels like not enough time has passed for them to really know each other
-boq felt very mild tbh I know ethan can be more unhinged than that
-would've liked to see glinda in magic class!!
-I was a little underwhelmed by elphaba's costumes? like there were clearly patterns on the material but it was all the same shade of black so you couldn't make anything out. it felt a bit flat. and I love the idea behind the freckles I agree with freckles I am pro freckles HOWEVER her's looked very obviously drawn on. like, I have seen way more realistic fake freckles before. so that was a bit annoying
-other than the lunchmeat dress glinda's costumes were good! especially loved the flower shaped one she wore to the ball
-the whole trying to escape in the hot air ballon scene was cool as hell but as the flaming remains of it fell to the ground I couldn't help but be like wow...she really just killed all those guards huh!
-also lmfao the bit in the woods with the lion club and fieryo has like a scratch on his temple. genuinely thought to myself 'is that his lobotomy scar' lmfao
-still trying to get over the part in dancing through life where people were dancing on the spinning gears in the clock tower...bitch
-the flying monkeys were correctly horrifying
-when I saw the broomstick I was like 'won't that be really uncomfortable between your legs' but then she just held it next to her like they do in the stage show and I was like....okay I guess you win that one? lmfao like I don't mind it for when she's hovering but when they had her like supersonic zooming on the broom it was weird that she wasn't actually riding it
-overall I just don't understand how it's an adaptation of act 1 but it's the length of the entire stage show?? lmao like I wish they took advantage of the split and added so much more but really really it was still just such a solid great movie. 5 stars. I can't keep talking about it right now I'm gonna start screaming.
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Remembering wonderful times that didn't actually happen with people that I had to cut off
#'i miss them' i think to myself imagining things we didnt actually do together#this is sponsored by the dream i had about being really close with the friend i lost recently#and 'remembering' how we talked every day and had a great time around each other all the time#except it was all in the dream... ouch#im not gonna pretend we werent close. we were. just not like what was in my dream#sometimes the dream itself is the nightmare. other times its something that happens long after ive woken up
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Growing up with a deatheater father doesn't teach you much about emotions, so when Theo finds himself developing an infatuation with a muggle-born, he thinks she gave him a love potion.
Pairing: Theo Nott x granger!fem!reader
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Warnings: jealous Harry
There is a 2nd part!! <3
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Unveiled Desires
It was strange to him. So strange how he went from mocking, annoying and occasionally bullying her every step she takes to secretly wanting her. Wanting to have her, or even needing her.
He didn't know how or when it happened, but one day he realized she was constantly in his head. It creeped up on him in small steps and eventually he had developed an infatuation for the girl.
Of course nobody knew about it, Theo wouldn't dare telling anyone. He just kept with his antics, hoping the obsession will somewhat disappear one day. Unfortunately, the more he tried to get rid of this feeling, the more he gave it power, the more it grew.
But he couldn't be with her. He couldn't be with a mudblood.
But he wanted to be with her. The more he thought about it, the less he cared about the blood status. He cursed at himself for these thoughts. Raised by a deatheater father, he would get disowned for dating anyone who wasn't a pureblood.
"Granger, can I talk to you for a second?" A question left his mouth as he approached the Golden Trio. Who was better to talk to about Y/n than her older sister?
The three Gryffindors looked at Theo as if he wasn't good in the head. Just casually wanting to have a chat, a normal chat, with someone outside of his social circle. Pretty unusual for a Slytherin.
"What is it?" Harry asked protectively.
"I was talking to Granger. I need to talk privately."
Hermione looked at Harry and Ron, exchanging suspecting glances. Eventually she spoke, "Alright, but make it quick."
"Great, let's go." Theo started walking, but Hermione stood in her place.
"Where are you going?"
"Somewhere they," he gestured to Harry and Ron, "aren't gonna eavesdrop."
Hermione crossed her arms on her chest, a knowing expression on her face.
Theo raised his hands, "It's not a trap again, I swear."
The girl sighed and walked after her rival.
Hermione and Theodore weren't fond of each other not only because of their houses and their blood statuses, but also because they were academic rivals. Both of them were extremely competitive. Since first year they aspired to be better than one another in pretty much everything.
"Can we stop already?" The girl asked. "I'm pretty sure they won't ear us from here."
"Alright, alright." Theo agreed. "But I need you to promise me you won't tell anybody about it."
"Why me? Why would you trust a Gryffindor with keeping a secret for you?"
Theo lowered his voice to a whisper, "Because it's about your sister."
"What?!" Hermione's voice was the opposite of a whisper. "What have you done to her?!"
The boy gestured telling her to lower her voice. "No, I didn't do anything. She has done...something."
"What on Earth could that possibly be?" A little more quiet, but still unpleasantly surprised, she decided to listen to him.
One last time, Theo looked around to make sure there's nobody there who could be a witness to what he was about to say.
"She used some spell on me." He accused. "Or put something in my food, my drink."
Hermione scoffed with laughter. "You must be joking. You bully her for whole five years, but one time she pays you back for it, it's an issue?"
"Not like that." He took a second to gather his thoughts. "Granger, do you remember how we learnt about amortentia few weeks ago? I think Y/n gave it to me."
Hermione started at the boy for a moment and then burst out with laughter. Y/n wasn't the issue, there was no way a fifth year would be able to make amortentia. Not even Y/n Granger.
Theodore felt annoyed and offended by Hermione's reaction. He looked at her with disgust. "What is so funny to you about it, mu-, Granger?"
Noticing how he almost called her a slur, her expression immediately became serious. "Seriously? You know what, deal with it by yourself. I don't even know why you're telling me all of this."
"Why? Because you have to talk to her, tell her to do something about it! Tell her to stop it!"
Hermione got a brilliant idea.
"You know, I've heard professor Slughorn had a remedy for amortentia."
"Yeah, and I'll end up in the hospital wing like Weasley."
"It was poisoned mead, not the amortentia cure itself. You can ask him to make one from the ingredients in the classroom."
"I will," Theo scoffed, "look at you being useful for the first time in your life."
Without another word, Hermione walked away. "Boys..." She muttered to herself.
"Don't tell anyone I told you this!"
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"What?! He likes me?!" Y/n asked with blush on her face. "Theodore Nott likes me? The boy that has been bullying me for the past five years?"
"And the thinks it's because you gave him amortentia." Hermione giggled.
Y/n wouldn't ever think that he could be into her and the whole story that her sister had told her was simply unbelievable. But Hermione had no business in lying to her very own little sister, especially not about that.
"Does anyone else know about this?"
"Not yet, but I talked him into asking Slughorn for the cure! I suppose he'll do this tomorrow after class, as soon as possible."
"Who are you and what have you done to my sister?"
The girls were sitting alone in the common room and as Y/n laughed, Ron and Harry walked in.
"What are you two laughing about?" Harry asked, ready to hear that story.
"Can I tell them?" Hermione looked at Y/n. The younger Granger nodded. "Nott likes Y/n."
The girls and Ron laughed, meanwhile Harry stood there with his lips in a thin line, far away from laughing.
"The best part is," Hermione continued, "he thinks Y/n gave him amortentia!"
"What?" Harry spoke eventually, his voice a bit more surprised than it should be. "Y/n, did you give amortentia to Nott?"
"No, why would you accuse me of this?!" The youngest girl defended herself. "Is it that unbelievable that he can fancy me?"
"I mean... You're a muggleborn... And-"
"And what?! Does that mean I'm not worthy of that? We don't know him, maybe he doesn't believe in this whole blood purity thing."
"He does. That's why he hasn't asked you out. And he never will. Because they're all the same."
Y/n's eyes became a little glossy, the tears ready to start flowing anytime. "Are they, though? And you're saying this. You, whose godfather was Sirius Black."
"Sirius was different!"
"We don't know because we don't know what Theo is like!"
"Theo? It was Nott for the past few years that he was tormenting you," Harry put an emphasis on the word bullying, "now he fancies you and he becomes Theo?"
"I would actually give him a chance. It's not his fault that he was born into a blood purity obsessed family."
"Don't you think that's a little pathetic? Running into his hands the moment you find out he might fancy you meanwhile you had chances to date...other Gryffindors."
"Pathetic? You call me pathetic?"
"I didn't call you pathetic, I said what you do is-"
A sound of a slap filled the room, but the following silence spoke even louder. Y/n looked Harry in the eyes, a light red mark on his cheek that her hand left.
Harry could see and sense that it was too much, he said unnecessary words. He regretted them, but he just couldn't stop them from coming out.
The Golden Trio watched Y/n run upstairs. She was so glad nobody else was in the bedroom yet.
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"Excuse me, professor," Theo walked up to Slughorn after the class on the following day.
All the other students were slowly exiting the room, Harry's eyes fixed on the Slytherin standing by the teacher's desk.
"Yes, Theodore?" Slughorn asked. "Do you have some more bright insights you'd like to share with me?" He was clearly happy to have this conversation.
"I actually need help, professor."
The man's expression dropped. "Yes? Do you have a problem?"
"I'm worried that I've been given amortentia."
Slughorn's eyes widened. He was surprised or even shocked. "Are you sure? I remember seeing other people under the influence of several love potions and you don't quite match the criteria."
"There's this girl who I can't stop thinking about... I suspect she has given it to me."
"Who that might be?"
Theo waited until all the other students exit the classroom before he said the name.
"Y/n Granger."
Y/n stopped in her tracks just as he was about to enter the potions classroom. She was about to show the teacher a part of her project, wanting to consult the texts she has written. Instead, she stopped and decided to listen to the conversation.
"Ah, she's one of the best students in her year," Slughorn said proudly, "but I assure you - she wouldn't do that to you."
"How can you be sure, professor?"
"Well, could you describe your symptoms, Theodore?"
"Whatever I do, Y/n is on my mind," the boy admitted, "I can't eat, I can't sleep, I zone out thinking about her. It's not normal, I've never experienced it before."
The teacher gave his student a sympathetic smile. "My dear boy, you might be experiencing the actual feeling of being in love."
"What? And how could it have been caused? Was it a love potion, after all? Maybe a spell?"
"It's a part of muggle science, biology. The chemicals in your brain cause it and it's not something you can control. It happens when it happens. A truly beautiful feeling."
Theo's mouth twisted into a dissatisfied grimace. "Is there anything I can do about it?"
"You can talk to the girl about it, for example," Slughorn looked at the door and shouted, "come in, Y/n!"
Y/n cursed to herself in her thoughts. How could he know she was there?
The girl walked in shyly, holding a paper in her hands. "I wanted to show you my paper, professor," the girl spoke, "if there's anything you think I should change or... anything."
As the girl handed the paper to the teacher, she looked at Theo. They stood dangerously close to each other. The silence between the was so loud, Y/n was praying for the teacher to say something. Anything.
"Amazing, Mrs Granger," he spoke eventually, "although the Draught of Living Dead is an extremely difficult potion to make. I'm glad you're so ambitious, but I'd suggest you get help from someone more experienced."
"I'm pretty sure I can do it on my own." Y/n assured.
"Maybe Mr. Nott here could help you. The sixth year has been just learning about this potion, actually. Theodore, would you be so kind and help Mrs Granger?"
Suddenly, Theo's gaze somewhat softened. There was no more disgust in his eyes. When he stood so close to Y/n, he wondered why did he act the way he did. Why did he do all the mean things to her. Maybe he had always liked her, but didn't want to admit it, even to himself alone.
"Yes, sure," he said, "I can help."
Y/n felt happy. For some reason, she didn't dislike Theo for all the things he did. She secretly always liked him, he was attractive, and she would even sometimes daydream about the day he would finally talk to her like a normal person. Maybe the day has finally come.
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Can I request Umemiya & Togame x reader where they have an aquarium date? I feel like it would be cute^_^ feel free to ignore, I hope you have a great day :D
๐ซง๐ผ๐ฒ*เฉ aquarium date ห๐ขึดึดเป๐หห๐ขึดโงห w/ the wind breaker boys
โฟ featuring: hajime umemiya, jo togame, ren kaji โฟ contains: established relationship, fluff, unverified facts on sea creatures โฟ a/n: what a lovely idea! ( หถแต แต แตหถ ) actually this has been requested quite some time ago rip!! tho aquarium dates are definitely cute and i feel like there'd be lots of funny moments! i hope you don't mind but i added kaji in too, cutie~ thank you for your patience!! โฟ wc: 1.1k
สษ umemiya -
๊ค the aquarium tickets were a heartfelt gift from a generous townsperson who thought that you and umemiya were the cutest couple. he always talked about you, and shared how he was so lucky to have someone so kind, caring, sweet, and beautiful. the complete package, really. as soon as he had a free day without any scheduled patrols or activities, umemiya eagerly invited you to join him on a date at the aquarium.
๊ค umemiya got selected as a volunteer for the sea lion show, due to his sparkly-eyed enthusiasm. he was being so cute and silly as he blew flying kisses to you while helping perform tricks and interacting with the sea lion, then when asked if he was here with someone today and if he'd like to give a shoutout, he proudly points at you and proclaims "that's the love of my life right there!" the crowd around you couldn't help but gush at his romantic declaration.
๊ค as you and umemiya walk into the serene, dimly lit fish aquarium, he notices how the soft blue illumination of the tanks cast an ethereal glow on your face, and umemiya couldn't resist stealing a kiss from you, catching you by surprise from his spontaneous smooch.
๊ค under the shimmering light of the fish tanks, umemiya pulls you close, whispering to you: "today has been the most amazing day and i'm glad i got to spend it with you." his voice filled with sincerity, as you two walk out of the aquarium hand in hand. "also, did you know my love for you is deeper than the ocean, my sea anemone?" he adds, as you giggle at his chosen pet name.
๊ค he surprises you with a coral keychain from the gift shop, because he says it reminds him of you. corals bring life to the ocean, and you know how umemiya loves his plants, which provides the oxygen that we breathe, so he says you are like a coral that breathes life into him. (how cute is that!)
สษ togame -
๊ค togame actually went and bought the aquarium tickets for both of you, because he remembered how much of a marine life advocate you were, to the point that you detested plastic straws because of their detrimental effects on the turtles. he thought it was cool how every ticket bought contributed to help save the sea turtles, and at the same time, you two could also get a fun date out of it.
๊ค he actually stops and reads the facts about the sea creatures and he tells you about the ones that he finds interesting, but he ends up unintentionally getting real smooth with it and tries to woo you (even if you two are already together).
๊ค "did you know sea otters hold hands or grab onto each other while sleeping so they won't drift apart? maybe we should try that next time too." togame says as he grasps your hand in his, demonstrating his recently learned fact.
๊ค by the time you two got to his favorite part, the turtles (it's your favorite too, since it reminds you of him), he would look at the sea turtles with you with so much affection.
๊ค you point at the mating turtles and giggle, tugging on togame's shishitoren jacket and telling him to look at it. he chuckles and says: "us when we get home later." half jokingly.
๊ค you two also attended an environmental awareness talk hosted by the aquarium on sea turtles, as togame wraps an arm around you, but his attention seems to be immersed in the talk, while your eyes were fixated on him, feeling a sense of wonder not just for the turtles, but also for togame, who was nodding and listening intently, and it reminded you of how much of a good listener he is to you too.
๊ค you and togame get matching turtle keychains from the gift shop as a souvenir of your aquarium date. the keychains were the magnetic type, so they click together whenever you two are near each other, accentuating the fact that you two are each other's other half and are very, very attracted to one another.
สษ kaji -
๊ค kaji (sort of) won the aquarium tickets at the tonpu shopping district raffle, and he was extremely baffled because he doesn't even recall signing up for anything, but it turns out that kusumi and enomoto frantically entered his name daily, as soon as they overheard you mentioning to kaji that you wanted to go to the aquarium with him someday.
๊ค you excitedly pulled kaji to go watch the dolphin show together, oblivious to the faded "splash zone" sign on your seat, resulting to getting quite a bit drenched despite his attempts to shield you with his arm. kaji blushed furiously and tried his best to look away when he realized he could see a glimpse of your undergarments through your top.
๊ค he quickly pulled his hoodie over his head and handed it to you, telling you to put it on. with kaji only in a shirt in the chilly aquarium, you insisted he wait outside while you ventured into the gift shop. you returned a minute later to gift him a hoodie that you bought, adorned with cute baby dolphins and the words "i love dolphins" on it, proudly gifting it to him.
๊ค he said "no way in hell am i wearing that." but he couldn't resist the sad look in your eyes as you pleaded with him: "please? for me, ren?" and that was all it took. for some reason, kaji just can't say no to you. you held too much power over him. he huffed and muttered a "fine", grumbling while reluctantly putting on the dolphin hoodie.
๊ค you tried to take a picture of him wearing it, but he grabbed your hand and held it to drag you off to the other sea creature exhibits.
๊ค upon reaching the shark tanks, you playfully nudge kaji to get his attention. "that looks like you whenever you're angry, ren!" you exclaim as you point at a shark gnawing at its food. "is this your way of telling me that you want me to bite you?" kaji looked at you like he was a predator and you were his prey. you blushed as he blamed you for starting it in the first place. kaji also blushed furiously as he realized the implications of what he just said.
๊ค as you walk home together, kaji shoves a lollipop into your hands, but not just any lollipop - a shark shaped one, and says he just got it for you as thanks for the hoodie. but deep inside, you knew that kaji got it for you because he wanted you to think of him (and maybe of him biting you).
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La Petite Mort
Emmrich Volkarin x Fem!Rook โฆ Rating: M (MDNI!) โฆ 7.8k words
The moment for discomfiture had come to pass. The obligation of responsibility to quell her suffering too great to ignore, he inspected her as a hunter might a downed prey. One his misplaced strike fell short of fatal, she bleated and wriggled much like a wounded animal. She was in pain. She needed him to put her down. "You poor thing. You are struggling, aren't you..." Spoken softly, more so to himself in observation, than acknowledgement of her plight. Wrought with sympathy. "Please." Holding herself propped up by the elbow, her body stretched out languid and malleable before him. Ripe for his indulgence. "It's just been so long, and I've h-had maybe... a bit too much to drink." The admittance airing on sheepish, she then gave her best purr of seduction. "I'm finding myself... distracted." The rich mocha of his eyes glimmered with something wicked. A shift in the gentleman Watcher, something she had yet to witness. "Allow me, then, my darling, to realign your focus."
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*pspspsps at the Emmrich brats* come get tamed!
I told myself I wasn't going to write for Emmrich but I guess that was a big fat lie. Ya'll keep saying how he'd talk you through it, writing this filth was the only way I was gonna exorcise that demon. Writing characters OOC is my worst nightmare, I did my best. Let me know your thoughts on whether I was successful or not. Enjoy ๐
Rook floundered as she regarded her circle of companions, struggling to uplift those around her as her spirit was the lowest of them all. To her credit she wore her bravest face, and commended each and every one of them for their displayed strengths in their respective roles. A reluctant heroine who found leadership ill-suited and cumbrous.
Weisshaupt had yet to retract its claws. Emmrich noticed her energy waning, the tension in her thin shoulders festering. Her posture heavy with fatigue.
They were all on edge, but none shouldered a greater burden than her. The wayward little Watcher that held too much regret in the delicate lines of her young face.
Hazarding just a few glances her way during the meeting, each time displayed the same weariness she failed to hide. He wracked his brain for possible solutions to help ease her strain, but he kept falling short.
He would have known just how obvious his course of action should be, if only he knew where to look.
If he had given proper credence to her coy remarks, and coquettish body language. If he accepted that her freely given touch - nimble fingers grazing his elbow, the small of his back - were held longer with him, than the others.
If he hadn't been so consumed by his strict notions of gallantry, in accordance with his branding of her as the proverbial forbidden fruit. Securely out of reach, it was a pedestal he placed her on before he joined The Veilguard. Well before they had even been formally introduced.
Emmrich had suggested, with enough vagueness to spare himself from too much guilt, that he hadn't remembered seeing her before. To his relief, she corroborated his version of their story in kind.
A delicious discrepancy. A secret they each believed they held over the other.
"Have we really never met around the Necropolis before? Even in passing?"
"I don't remember everything from my scholar days."
Not an outright lie; those days were a blur. Rigorous and all-consuming academics with not much time for herself, except of course for the moments she slipped away, or stole. All instances that were still fresh in her history.
When the sun dropped from the sky, and the lights of the city beckoned her with it's promised anonymity, and its proffered escape. Getting herself into the sort of trouble that was otherwise irresistible to a teenager who felt she didn't belong. Who bore the associated pressures and expectations of a path more or less chosen for her.
Trouble that followed her even into young adulthood.
Scrapes and scuffles on the streets of Nevarra that inexorably found it's way back to the ears of her elders. Awaiting her with exasperated spiels, and stern words. And heftier measures of containing her the next time.
Though she had seen him plenty around the Necropolis. She knew who he was. More so than her flippant dismissal let on.
Professor Volkarin; the tall, handsome academician whose lectures she'd made a habit of crashing. Keeping to the back with one of her friends, one who actually held the right to attend, she'd watch him with a covetous gleam to her eye and a withheld breath. A luxury rarely afforded, her heart whirred like a hummingbird in the cage of her ribs whenever she could sneak off to sit in.
Confident, eloquent, experienced. He'd captured the attention of the entire lecture hall with the flourish he wielded in spell-casts, and final preparations alike. He was impassioned about his work. The full-breadth of his proficiency - and kindness - shining through as he expounded on the necessity of ceremonial tradition, and the importance of regarding the dead with the same reverence one would the living.
And Maker, his hands.
They had never been introduced. Not a word, or glance, exchanged between them in all their shared years. She was certain that she could admire from afar. That he hadn't taken stock of the vivacious, diminutive elven interloper that invited herself to his seminars.
Oh how wrong she was.
The professor was more familiar with Ariadne Ingellvar then he'd ever dare confess.
Catching glimpses of her around the halls. The vibrant little mage that radiated the fertile warmth and liveliness of a dawning springtime, with her rosy cheeks and bright shock of blonde hair. She evoked images of fresh bloomed honey-suckle dotting a verdant meadow, a herald of the seasons approach.
Who crept into his audience, and observed from the cover of shadow, as far back as their discretion would extend.
Like a voyeur, he'd sense her presence amongst his fold of usual suspects, making him feel exposed. The lecture hall too public a setting for the sudden feverish indecency that infected an otherwise appropriate, and strictly educational demonstration.
At times she looked out of place against the backdrop of the Necropolis. A beaming smile with a lot of teeth. An infectious cackle of laughter he had come to recognize as hers, as she maneuvered the halls with a gaggle of peers around her. A distinct bouquet of raspberry, gardenia and amber wafting in her wake. Little, pleasant pockets of fragrance left like breadcrumbs to follow her trail, should he ever be so inclined.
Or so bold.
The smells of the Necropolis were dominant, and familiar. Of myrr, clove, and Bitumen. The bitter cold. Her scent somehow refused to be suffocated by her surroundings. Her reputation, that he was only able to gleam fractions at a time, suggested that she refused to blend in. And in that, she was successful.
He was equally familiar with the whispers and disapproving remarks from colleagues over the years. They shadowed all conversations at which her found her at the center. Where she was mentioned, criticism was sure to follow.
Her raising esteem among the ranks made for all the more intriguing a contrast.
She was restless, it seemed. Headstrong. Spirited. But oh, was she alluring. And lovely.
Lovely enough to both coax his gaze, and forbid him from looking any further. Digging any deeper.
Emmrich was both ecstatic - and slightly sick - to see her traipsing up alongside Bellara when they arrived for his recruitment. It had been some time since he had last seen her flitting through the halls of the Necropolis. Though she had been absent from its structure, her memory very much still haunted his musings.
She didn't look much different from how he remembered. She seemed grounded; sated by the experiences she received in her time away from home. And yet, a flicker of despondency remained. Homesickness, perhaps? Dejection at being sent away?
After the meeting had disbanded, she remained in her seat. Eyes cast downward, as she studied her nails, and twisted her fingers. He found himself pausing, with brows lifted in concern.
In a gentle croon, he maintained the safe distance away from behind the other end of the table. "Rook, dear, are you alright?"
Lifting her chin to gaze up at him, he saw the same lost look he sometimes caught sight of around the Necropolis. He now knew it's origin, of course, or at least a likely theory.
During their jaunt at the memorial gardens, Ariadne revealed that she had been the babe that was found abandoned in the crypt. He hadn't been among the Watchers who recovered her, but he had seen her then. All those years ago when he was a much younger man.
Her impossibly tiny body swaddled and cooing from the crook of Myrna's arm. All pink cheeks and bright eyes. With elongated, pointy ears not yet grown into, even with how new to the world she was.
And then there she stood; an accomplished necromancer, and grown woman. Her ears now as proportionate as the rest of her.
The same grown woman who had caught his eye around the Necropolis, much to his dismay. It took everything in him not to react upon that revelation. Maker willing she hadn't noticed the falter of his tight smile, or the twitch in his left eye.
More reason to keep her at arms length.
Yet there he was. Alone with her. Lingering, like a besotted fool.
"Never better." She lied with a sidelong look, casting away the brief flicker of melancholy just as it breached. "I'm tired, but no more so than anyone else."
"Tremendous pressure often leads to tremendous physical stress on the body." His tone erudite, he straightened to a more erect posture. "I fear you're not heeding the tells of your own."
"I'm fine, really." With an exaggerated simper in effort to make it more believable, she rolled her shoulders as if their tension released with that declaration. "Thank you, Emmrich."
Fearful of coming off too strong, he nodded in surrender and cleared his throat. "I'll see you at dinner, then?"
She rose from her seat, smiling at him from across the table. "Yes." She affirmed. "See you then."
During dinner Ariadne was silent. Poignant as it was uncharacteristic, it was an observation that worsened his concern. She no more than picked at her meal like a bird, flashing brief smiles, or nodding only when appropriate. But the fiery Watcher he knew was miles away from the young woman who sat across from him. Her disassociation betrayed by the sad, brown eyes that had dulled from their radiant luster.
He knew she was in there somewhere, and yearned for her return.
With dinners unceremonious conclusion, he watched as she excused herself from the table without a word, and disappeared into the pantry. Returning after a curious length of time, the stem of a goblet was twisted in her fingers. That same small hand also clutched what he assumed to be a wine bottle by it's neck.
Her eyes darted among those closest to her before proceeding, hoping to avoid potential entanglement with someone who might think to join her.
Or worse, notice the specific vintage she was smuggling.
The only others left in the dining hall now were himself, Taash and Davrin. Too engrossed in a debate over whether or not an axe was more effective than a long sword against a Hurlock, to pay any mind to her suspicious behavior.
It only took him a few lengthened strides to catch up to her. Believing herself to be in the clear, Emmrich noticed how tense her back stiffened upon hearing him advance. She halted, before spinning on a heel to face him, brows quirked and her lips pouting in what could only be describe as anxiousness.
"Rook- I do hope I'll receive your pardon if this comes across as overbearing, but I must caution against such a libation on an empty stomach."
Unable to curve his curiosity before it took the lead, his gaze flickered down to the bottles label. A lump formed in his throat as he read it.
Carnal, 8:69 Blessed.
The good professor was well acquainted. It's sultry description reared from the depths of his psyche, and crashed over him like a sheet of glass.
An Orlesian liqueur for the daring, or those who wish to seem so. Said to enhance sensation.
He clasped his hands in front of him with a soft clatter of his bracelets and bangles. Hoping beyond hope he hadn't played his hand. That she didn't notice the climb his brows made to his hairline upon noting her scandalous choice in drink.
If she did catch his prying, she had the decency not to acknowledge it. Her smile was tired, but genuine all the same.
Emmrich felt her palm slip around his elbow. The young mage was most unrestrained with her expressions through physical touch - it was just her way - and at times he fell prey to the rot of wishful thinking that he received more of it than the rest.
"And I hope it's not too much trouble to ask that you call me Ariadne. Or Ari, if you prefer." The fleeting contact pulled back to then give a dismissive wave, she planted a step behind her, poised to take off. It wasn't like her to look to flee his company with such haste, and that appealed to his morbid intrigue. "And trust me when I say, I only want one drink, just to help me sleep." The melody of her voice lilted in amusement. "Though if you do get worried, I think you know where to find me."
Call me Ariadne. His chest pulled in on itself. Pressing his tongue against his clenched teeth, it felt heavy and cotton thick at the mere thought of addressing her as such. Addressing her by name.
Rook was easy, and safe. Rook was a moniker for the explicit use of her associates. Referring to her that way maintained his professionalism, and staved his guilt.
Swallowing with a weak smile, Emmrich offered an acquiescent bow of his head. Neither indulging, nor denying her request.
She peered up at him in thought for but an extra moment, her exhaustion clouded gaze glimmering with contemplation. Abandoning whatever seemed to hold her attention, she gave him a final, small smile, before exiting the dining hall.
Though if you do get worried, I think you know where to find me.
And worry he did.
The hour was late, and the thought of disturbing her nagged with apprehension. Surely she didn't require his company, nor his consolation, when she had such a treasured, sororal bond with Neve. Yet he found himself taking the long walk down the corridor to her quarters nonetheless.
Perhaps reminiscing of home will offer a welcome distraction, if only for a short while. He assured himself. A comfort that I am uniquely disposed to provide.
All thoughts of Neverran eccentricities and their hopeful nostalgia halted as he arrived at her door. It greeted him with an alarming sound.
Though muffled through the thick, ornamented wood, she cried out his name - weak, and panted - as if in great pain. His chest tightened, seized by the gelidity of dread. It trickled down his lofty figure like he had plunged headfirst into a lake on the cusp of winter.
He pictured the worst. The Lighthouse infiltrated by a Venatori assassin, regardless of how improbable. He saw her crumpled on the ground and sticky with her own sanguine as it pooled beneath her. Her beautiful, flaxen locks turned to ink from coagulation.
That swell of panic was all it took.
Forgetting himself, and all prior etiquette he once held steadfast, Emmrich burst into her room.
His ferocity mirroring the pounding of his heart, he conducted a quick sweep of the space from left to right - intent to find the fabricated, surmised assailant. But none was to be found. Her room was blissfully free of the threat of imminent danger.
No Ventaroi. No blood. No need for his chivalry.
That relief was staggering, though short-lived. Emmrich next sought her out, rounding the lounge at the center, knowing there was no where else left in the space for her to be, except for there.
What he found dried his mouth, and spiked his blood to run frigid in suddenly too-tight of veins all the same.
Ariadne was draped prone on the chaise, in naught but her ivory blouse, and half unbuttoned at that. The loose, silken fabric shifted down her blushed shoulder, flashing him a peak of flesh as she writhed and twisted in pleasure.
Flesh pinched rosy and glistening. And far too much of it, more than he least of all had any right to spy.
The senior necromancer simply stood there aghast, gawping like an un-initiated adolescent - of which, he was neither - unable to come to terms with the fact that what he stumbled upon was indeed transpiring.
And she had moaned his name in her throes. Called out for him to come to her aid.
Swirling iridescence filtered through the glass across from where she laid, bathing her in a luminous, surreal glow. The waters reflection streaked her in vivid hues of chartreuse and turquoise that slithered over her flushed, half-naked body. As if guiding his appreciative leer, leading to where he should aim it next.
It drew his eye to the toned length of bare legs, her petite calves flexed and toes curling. The roll of her pelvis against the furious rubbing of her fingers was hypnotic. A faint, lewd squelch echoed her frustrated whimpers.
He watched tormented as her lithe body arched; shapely hips lifting, the base of her spine bowed in a provocative display, pressing her face down into the fabric, muffling her moans. Attacking herself from a deeper angle, the sinuous dip and curve of her silhouette alone was enough to drop him to his knees.
The bottle sat uncorked on the dresser, while her goblet dangled from her finger-tips, precarious as it hadn't been emptied. It impressed him how she managed not to spill as she then ground down. Humping the hand she pinned between her nethers, and the cushion that cradled her.
He had only ever seen her hair combed back and twisted in a bun, but now it was pulled free and hung loose. Glowing almost silver in the shimmer, a veil of ashen blond that streaked messily over her face. So removed from himself as he stared, it hadn't even occured to him that yes, he was still there watching, until her uncovered eye drifted to him at last. Only then had she realized his intrusion.
The soft hazelnut eye was almost eclipsed in full by her pupils dilatation. Glossy with lust, she peered up at him from beneath a heavy lid. Utterly unabashed at his presence.
If she was even a hint mortified to be discovered by him in such a predicament, nothing about her demeanor suggested it.
"Oh! Professor Volkarin... good." Her tone rich with intoxication, it spread a wide, lazy grin against her colored cheeks. "I-I'm in rather... desperate need of your masterful instruction."
As quiet and still as death itself, Emmrich's entire body locked in place, with a stoicism that presented much more severe than he meant. A strangled mewl forced it's way from her throat, one that lured him back out from his inward retreat.
The moment for discomfiture had come to pass. The obligation of responsibility to quell her suffering too great to ignore, he inspected her as a hunter might a downed prey. One his misplaced strike fell short of fatal, she bleated and wriggled much like a wounded animal. She was in pain. She needed him to put her down.
"You poor thing. You are struggling, aren't you..." Spoken softly, more to himself in observation, than acknowledgement of her plight. Wrought with sympathy.
"Please." She whined, having given up on the erected pearl, rubbed raw and twitching. Holding herself propped up by the elbow, her body stretched out languid and malleable before him. Ripe for his indulgence. "It's just been so long, and I've h-had maybe... a bit too much to drink." The admittance airing on sheepish, she then gave her best purr of seduction. "I'm finding myself... distracted."
The rich mocha of his eyes glimmered with something wicked. A shift in the gentleman Watcher, something she had yet to witness.
"Allow me, then, my darling, to realign your focus."
He stepped towards the chaise with a tall posture, and leisured gait, as if he very much believed propriety could be maintained despite the circumstance. She scrambled to allow him space beside her, curling her knees and swaying in place as she watched him sink into the upholstery.
She brought the goblet back to her lips, relying on that sweet bite of liquid, candied peach to fuel her shamelessness. But it stopped just shy of her pout.
Held in place by a firm hand, her glassy eyes floated over the rim to see Emmrich angling a look of disapproval her way. The lines of his handsome, angular face deepened in exasperation, like an austere parent about to reprimand an unruly brat.
"Dear girl, I should think you have had enough."
Her already wild heart-beat took off at a reckless gallop, at how he managed to wrap the rich velvet of his voice around such sharp scolding. Her weakened fingers broke away from the stem of the goblet with laughably pathetic submission, waiting with bated breath as he discarded it to the credenza behind them.
Settling the length of his tapered frame more comfortably against the cushions, he turned to address her once more. Ensnaring her eye-contact, he refused its release while he pat his thigh. Motioning her to him like he would a skittish kitten.
The cut of his jaw lifted, he stared down the bridge of his nose at her as she crawled the rest of the way towards his lap.
"Face away from me, so your back is flush with my front." The weight of her settling over him, the heat radiating from the naked thighs that then straddled him - sensations that were enough to break him on the spot. A reprehensible fantasy that now spilled into his reality.
He failed to swallow a groan as the curve of her bottom slotted against his groin.
"Good. Are we comfortable?"
The little she-devil that she was, her hips gave a playful wriggle against his bulge. She got more than she bargained for, tripping over her tongue in reply at the imposing mass that greeted her. One not yet swelled to full mast. "O-oh, yes."
Emmrich fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose and count. She wasn't going to make this easy.
Sinewy, bejeweled hands slid over the tops of her thighs, the metal of his bracelets clinking and cool and against her feverish skin. Stopping at her knees, he slipped his thumbs between them, and peeled them apart unhurried.
"That's it... spread yourself for me, nice and wide." His smooth palms glided back up the inside, feeling how supple the more delicate, inner muscle quivered to his slow exploration. The skin burned beneath his finger-tips, the heat emanating from her grew the closer to her womanhood he traveled.
Deliberate in avoiding that area, he instead drew up to clutch her about the hips, giving them an encouraging squeeze before he stilled. "We'll want as much room as possible, yes?"
When she drew her legs over his knees to dangle alongside the anterior of his own, a rumbling croon of "good girl" ghosted against the shell of her ear. The whimper he earned for it couldn't have been any sweeter.
"I gather you are most receptive to a hands-on approach?" Unable to give him a verbal response, all she could do was squirm in his lap and nod. An unending wealth of smart remarks, he preened at having already rendered her beyond speech. "Very good. You're going to show me how you touch yourself - exactly as you were before my interruption. We'll see if I can't refine your methods."
With a shaky exhale, she leaned back against him, while her fumbling fingers set to work.
She did well at first, all things considered. The young Watcher was reeling from his closeness; his infectious body-heat, the infuriating steadiness of his breaths. The overwhelming aroma of smoked potash, cedar and oakmoss, and an indistinct floral note layered in between.
He kept her anchored to him by her hips, thumb strokes absent-minded and rhythmic, while he observed her performance. Any time she teased herself just so, and gasped out for him, he'd reward her with a throaty; "stunning", "yes, that's a good girl", "you're doing quite well." Incentivizing her to maintain her pace with his praise.
The final nail in her coffin to it all was the strength of alcohol that coursed through her, pumping her blood so hot it made her feel smothered by her own skin, too tight and confining. Weighing down her limbs with rueful sluggishness that fought against her pursuit of release.
Her head swam laps against the lurching of the room, while his hummed approval only heightened her wooziness. All that kept her steady, were the eyes she held shut, and Emmrich's embrace.
He stared down the front of her body with enraptured attention, feeling himself pulse with a lazy heft against her rear. Knowing she could feel him while he stiffened to attention at her little mewls, and stifled rocking. But he couldn't find it within himself to care. His attentiveness a willing prisoner to the sight of her dainty index finger swirling over her clitoris, as her middle digit strained to edge inside herself.
The little elf would get so close to the release that continued to taunt her. It warped the edges of her bleary vision, and shook the sweat-dampened, tensed thighs that his knees held open. He'd feel her body seize, joints lock, and head snapped back, as she arched in prelude.
And then she'd lose it. Slipping from her trembling fingers, the white-hot, coiling tension ebbed in cruel absence. Like trapped steam set free from beneath the lid of a pot as it roiled. A defeated whine bubbled from her throat, and he swept in to console while easing her back to the precipice.
"Oh, my dear girl." He clicked his tongue, ever punctilious. His silken voice dropped an octave from its depth in his chest. "You need only concentrate."
Ariadne lulled her head back against his shoulder with an infantile huff that matched her pout. "I am."
He chuckled low in tantalization. So low she more felt it against her back than heard it, her blood roaring in her ears as loud as it was.
"Then you're still holding on." He kept his admonishing gentle. "And I need you to let go."
He watched as she twerked her wrist, working herself up and down in a blur of erratic, frantic strokes.
"Slow, slower." He instructed. "I can only imagine how you must ache... quiet your mind. Steady your breaths. Follow my voice." Every syllable pronounced in that assertive baritone had her walls spasm against themselves. "I'll help you, darling girl, if you'll listen."
An unintelligible moan was all the response he received.
She switched to tease her weeping entrance with one hand, while the other busied by hopeless strokes at her clit in irregular, clockwise circles. Her shoulder blades dug into his chest, they tingled against his mused susurration as it thrummed through him.
No doubt poised to deliver constructive criticism, he was nothing if not a stickler for proper form.
"You're much too rough with yourself. Too impatient." He tsked, his own hands kept occupied by massaging the firm swell of her glutes. More than a little sure that her piriformis was screaming at the prolonged tension it was suspended in. "Only to give up just as you're right about to crest."
"I'm not giving up," she insisted, her face screwed in aggravation as she brought herself back, only to then lose it again faster than before. To this loss, she growled. "I can't.. I can't-!"
His tone low, and contemplative, he then interjected in a display of his authority. "Hmm, I see now."
Emmrich fished the the end of his crimson binding from around his waist, and tugged the long end to unravel to a more generous length in his palm.
Bringing it between her legs, he began to wipe away the excess wetness. Tending to her with paternal affection, it made for an obscene contrast against his words. "Pardon my crude tongue, but you're much too wet, dearest. You'll not get the necessary friction otherwise."
Her body shuddered at his words, dripping from the tip of his tongue against the shell of her ear like liquid smoke. His chest was warm and sturdy against her back, a broadness to him that his lank mislead. His sheltering firmness curved around her as he continued to guide her with forbearance.
"P-professor please-," she nearly sobbed, hips stuttering up into his fingers as they rubbed her throbbing cunt through the satin. "I need your touch."
He fought the visceral reactions to the way she mewled his title like some revered perversion, for fear that if she realized its effects on him, she'd become merciless in its exploit.
"But of course, my girl." Voice slinking and sultry, he brought his lips closer to her ear. "I've never been known to shun a pupil in need."
His hands slid over the tops of her thighs to find her fluttered heat, and did so with the practiced ease of a body known to him. She shivered at his finesse, at how assured he was in her handling, though it was the first time they were ever intimate.
Velvet smooth and puffy from her abuse, his touch felt like a salve that granted instant relief to her neglect. A loud, shuddering sigh dragged from her by the trace of his finger-tips over her petals. First with his bare hand, the dainty gold chain that connected the ring of his thumb to the bracelet on his wrist dragged against her folds. While he continued, his ornaments played against one another in a dissonant jingle with each and every purposeful manipulation. Just as they did during his casts.
She wondered if she'd ever be able to hear those otherwise mundane sounds again without becoming aroused.
His gloved hand, equal in dexterity to the one that stroked her bud, joined in to lend additional prowess. Both hands a flurry of expertise betwixt her thighs, Emmrich massaged and rubbed, his glove sticky with her honey as he spread it around her tender lips. Pressing them apart to slot his middle finger between, he began to glide back and forth over her weeping slit with an agonizing pace.
His pressure efficient, yet patient. Only giving her what was needed, refusing to indulge.
Sagging back against his chest, she dared to look down at the sight of his hands splaying her apart, as if in appraisal. She couldn't help but recall one particular demonstration he held for advanced techniques on relieving rigor mortis.
His grace, the fluidity of his manipulation. Long, limber fingers aglow with magic, as they palpated the tissue before him. He narrated his precise movements in the genteel inflection she had come to recognize, and adore.
However as she watched him work, hands gliding over the limbs that melted to desired pliability at the behest of his deft touch, she didn't hear a word of it.
All she could do was stare at those hands, and stew in the blatant envy she felt towards the corpse beneath them.
She was wrenched from the clutches of her reverie by a sharp, yet delicious sting to her cunt.
With his gloved hand and a quick flick of his wrist, Emmrich had demanded her straying attention with slap.
It was solid, but affectionate. No where near harsh enough to be unbearable. Just exacting enough to corral her back in line.
Ariadne yelped, jolting in his grasp as his gloved palm cupped her hurt. Soothing the sting with a gentle pet.
"I'll not tolerate you daydreaming." For all his chiding, it still held the warmth and patience she'd expected from him. "If my instruction is desired in earnest then your complete and undivided attention is expected, Miss Ingellvar."
" 'M sorry! I c-can't help-,"
"You can and you will, young lady." His interjection was laced with amusement despite his steeliness. "Unless of course, you aim to provoke my cruelty."
Professor Emmrich Volkarin cold and cruel. A thought that twisted her insides into a throbbing, tangled mass. Had she not been so helpless to the maddening of an out-of-reach orgasm, one now threatened by his denial, she would have delighted in goading such a side of him.
"I mind you to pay attention. I know you won't take kindly to the consequences if I'm made to repeat myself." The warning dripped from his tongue deliberate and restrained.
A gloved finger turned it's attention to her aching bead, Emmrich worked it in diligent circles. His feathered pressure serving as kindling to the wild fire that raged beneath her skin, the feeling of suffocation returned with a vengeance.
"The tissue here is most sensitive." His explanation cool as it was dignified, his knees continued to hold her legs open as she quivered to his stimulation. "All that's needed is a little leniency, and a light touch."
She could feel the prickling burn simmer at the soles of her feet. The promise of a full-body blaze lapping it's way through her, staring from the bottom, and working it's way up. His index finger continued to circle with rhythmic, borderline merciless insistence.
The more she writhed and arched in his lap, the tighter his circles became. The satin leather pressing down with measured pressure to her swollen sex.
"Do you feel the difference?" He urged, the bridge of his nose brushing at her temple as he nuzzled her, inhaling the combination of her perfume while he had her this close. And the heady musk of her arousal, as it drooled from her to his coaxing. "That pressure in your abdomen, it feels more reliable, does it not?"
He brought her so close, so gloriously close and sooner than she thought possible, given her struggles. Struggles that were worsened by the inebriation she now cursed.
Yet, somewhere through the foggy recesses of her rationale, her core clenched around its emptiness in indignation.
She yearned for his fullness, for the stretch of him to come down around. The raw desperation of her keening plea surprised even her.
"Please, I-I need-,"
"What do you need, my dear?" Emmrich didn't stop nor slow his expert ministrations.
She groaned. "Maker, please! I need you- need you inside me!"
He shut his eyes, drawing a deep, quiet breath to keep himself grounded. The girth in his trousers twitched in compliance, but he ignored it.
"Easy, easy now." He hushed, pushing her slick petals apart with his bare hand to first dip in his gloved middle finger. Almost too long, too much of him to take, and ribbed from his rings. The force in which she clamped around him nearly popped his joint from the socket. A shrill, breathy moan tumbled out of her and into the stifling air.
Allowing her a moment to savor his fullness, he then crooked the slender digit inside her heat, rolling her eyes back, and twitching her ears. "There, does that feel better?"
"Yes, oh yes." She sobbed, the plushness of her sex throbbing around his leather-bound intrusion. "T-thank you, Professor."
"You're most welcome, little darling." Intoned with the same dignified composure as if she were no more than a pupil in his lecture hall, he pumped steadily within her. His free hand toyed with her clit in complimentary persuasion. "Dare I say obedience is rather becoming on you."
The slightest condescension in his praise, it caused the entirety of her body to flush with a heat. Her center tightened in wordless request for more, though he merely chuckled. The deep rumbling brought a vibrant pink to smear the bridge of her nose. The faint striped scar there nearly disappearing in the stain, as it spilled across both cheekbones.
Emmrich had never taken an elven lover before, though he had once come across an excerpt pertaining to a certain weakness of the species. The salacious triviality now at the forefront of his mind.
Ever studious, the professor couldn't resist the temptation of putting the theory to practice.
Dropping his chin, he reached for the blushed tip of her ear with his tongue. Tracing the pink ridge of cartilage, his lips curled in a grin once he had the tine pinched between his teeth in a gentle nip.
A sharp gasp ripped from her as her body rocketed in his lap; tossing her head back hard to his chest while her hips bucked forward. A violence to her fervor, as if her lower half moved independent from the rest of her.
"E-Emmrich!" A hoarse plea, any of the conviction it might have held was stolen along with her breath.
"Miss Ingellvar, am I to assume I've dissolved your decorum, or is that how you address your superiors?"
She couldn't find it within herself to fire back with something witty. Becoming so strict with her in that intimate, hushed crooning had her walls clench against him firmer. A gush of her arousal soaked against his finger, only to leak out over his palm and seep into the cotton of his slacks underneath. A throaty groan sounded from behind her, like the purr of a panther.
"Professor Volkarin," her amendment shaky, she sucked in breath and called on it for strength, "h-how do you expect me to concentrate when you-you-,"
"Are your ears quite sensitive, darling?" His level tone feigned innocence with such a degree of effortless deception that it shocked her. "You'll have to forgive me, I hadn't a clue."
Whether or not that profession was sincere, he swept back in to once more suck the tip between his teeth. Sealing his lips to create suction, he pulled. Harder than her newfound sensitivity could withstand.
Hips stuttering and rutting into his hands like a woman possessed, she felt herself quite literally melt all over him. Painfully aware of just how much of the mess she had made of his groin pinned beneath her splayed legs.
The limber tip of his tongue laved at the point of her ear, growing just as swollen from his attention as the depths of her he continued to penetrate. Offering the gloved heel of his palm so as to not abandon her stinging clit. He seemed unphased by his soiled trouser, his sole attention on drawing out more of her melodic chirps and gasps.
"You're a bastard." For all the strength of such a word, it lacked the necessary bite. More curious still, was the fact that it wasn't spat - but moaned. He tsked through a smirk she couldn't see.
"My my, you've a filthy mouth on you." Her ear released from the heat of his mouth, he pursed his lips to blow against the damp, suckled skin. "Very well. Since there isn't a bar of soap handy, I shall just have to correct your insolence another way."
A shameless giggle bubbled up from her throat and spilled through her lips. Her words tinged with slurring, their softened points still managed to pierce him. "Had they sent me to you for disciplinary action back in those days, I can only imagine how much more insufferable I would have been."
He swallowed a pained groan, furrowing a sharp brow to the sinful, debauched images that notion conjured. "I shudder to think." The hoarseness lurking in his words sparked her to grind back against his roused bulge. "Glutton for punishment, are we?"
She beamed as he choked an another breath at the motion. "Most assuredly for yours, Professor."
His voice plummeted further down to the seat of his chest. His instruction stern, it left no room for negotiation. "Open your mouth."
She did as she was told, only to feel his spidery fingers slip up the velvet flat of her tongue, crowding her small mouth with warm flesh, and the metallic tang of his rings. Able to lift the traces of her own slick against the wet muscle, she curled it around his digits to begin suckling them, his cock perking to her eagerness.
He eased them deeper at a gradual pace, until they were in well over past the first knuckle. A few choked gags had him hushing encouragement into her damp temple.
"Good, very good." His voice then seemed thicker as he intoned. "Breathe through your nose, love. Nice and slow."
Emmrich had only just gotten his hands on her, and she was very nearly reduced to tears. An orgasm still dangled just beyond her reach, the tension coiled to a knot low in her stomach that his thorough, and methodical drilling inside of her only stoked. With two fingers invading her mouth, he thought it only fair to give her swollen sex the same treatment.
Without warning, another of his gloved fingers plunged inside her. Even with her lubrication, her slick walls twitched and stretched to accommodate him. She lifted from his lap as a strangled cry ripped from her, muffled around the fingers that tickled the back of her throat. He locked against the points of his contact and forced her still, hushing against her ear.
"There, there, little one." He regarded her with the utmost patience, and adoration. Crooning into her mussed hair as he dragged them out of her, and then curled them back inside. "You're taking me magnificently, my dear."
She was so desperate to come around them, and give him a show of just how erotic she found those hands of his to be. The smooth, bulbous gems inlaid in his rings added to the stinging pinch of his intrusion, the leather of his glove slick and satiny within her tight confines.
Her arms flew upwards and to wrap around his neck, clumsily clawing at the crisp starch of his collar, knotting at soft hair at his nape. Her feet slid back to hook around his calves. A little slip of a thing captive to violent shimmers, bewitched to the way his expert fingers dissected her need, she coiled around him like a garden snake.
"Relax, darling, don't hold to the tension. It will not serve you now." He purred, feeling her body warring with itself in his lap. Hips stuttering to try and goad him to quicken, while still not yet adjusted to him two-fingers deep inside. "Take a nice, deep breath for me... There you are. Close your eyes. Give yourself to me."
Withdrawing his fingers from her whimpering mouth, slick with saliva, he slipped his hold around her throat. Flexing with benign pressure, he squeezed ever so slightly against her untamed pulse, just beneath her jaw.
Quieting her frenetic mind and choking her to distraction, the act was as tender as it was merciful. He lead her to the edge of consciousness, introducing the intimacy of dipping a toe in each side, just as he began to work his fingers inside her sex. Just as she was about to come for him.
"P-please...Professor Volkarin-," a rasping moan that clued him in to just how close she was indeed. "- let me come."
The insinuation that he, ultimately, controlled her orgasm was not one he took lightly.
"Ariadne." Murmured low in warning, silken and smoky, like vanilla bourbon. Her name on his lips held a slight chastised edge, his habits from being a professor not so easily shirked. The first time he'd ever called her by name.
Every bit as provocative as she'd expected, and even more intimate than she ever could have imagined. "I believe the instruction I provided was quite clear; let go for me."
Her name on his tongue proved to be a trigger, and a powerful one at that. Her walls fluttered in tight pulsations around his digits, sucking them in deeper as a full-body eruption detonated outwards from her molten core.
Tears welling in the corners of her soft, hazelnut eyes, they broke free from the lash lines, and rolled down her flushed cheeks. She rode herself out on the long fingers that continued to knead her plush heat. Soothing her through the wrenching of a long-overdue, and arduous release.
The gradual thrumming outward from the root of his cock ascended to full-fledged throbs, painful in their insistence. He had now familiarized himself with her depths; knew how velvety, and narrow, and oh so very wet.
His heavy sigh fanned against her temple, before he pressed a kiss to the sweat that trickled down the vein.
As he licked his lips, he could then taste the ambrosia that teased him back to his memories of her strutting around the Necropolis, wholly unaware of the older, venerated professor she had beguiled. Frosted berry and white amber. He never wanted to be rid of it.
As if they were amongst of crowd of nobility at a gala, and he was about to impart something truly scandalous meant solely for his lovers ears, he then drawled; "I must express my gratitude for having granted this senior Watcher the pleasure of assisting you in this little death."
His length twitched in retaliation to the confines of his slacks, more than anxious to feel the pinch of her channel as he worked his way inside. To feel those same flutters of release wrapped snug around him, kneading him until he spilled himself inside her.
Yet he possessed more patience than that. She needed time, hit little Watcher.
He had only just begun.
"Now, dear girl, since you're well acquainted with the more... mechanical route, shall I introduce you to my oral technique?"
He shut the door behind him with care, mindful not to jostle the latch. As if trying to keep from waking a babe he had just gotten to sleep.
Creeping back around gave him a start, the color draining from his face.
Davrin, Lucanis, - even Varric, up and out of bed - were gathered just outside her door. The three now looking more startled than he.
Though he had taken the time to right himself before exiting her quarters - leaving her to a much deserved and rigorously earned slumber - the steel locks of his hair, disheveled from their typical neat coif to fall into his eyes, were quick to humble him.
The wild young Watcher hadn't let him slink away from their tryst unscathed.
A beat of awkward silence coalesced between the men. Though coming as a surprise to none, Varric was the first to piece things together, with an amused smirk working it's way crookedly across his face. Emmrich took the initiative to break it, tipping his head in as much politeness as he could muster.
"Gentlemen." The nonchalance of his greeting earned a raised brow and a stifled chortle from Davrin, who otherwise remained quiet.
"We just... heard Rook scream and we...," Lucanis began and then surrendered, clearing his throat.
"Ah, yes..." Emmrich gave a tight-lipped smile, brushing his vest for nonexistent lint, just to busy his hands. The joints now achy and creaking. "Well, there's no need for concern, she's just fine. However I do ask that you leave her undisturbed for the time being, she's... quite spent, you understand."
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BITTERSWEET MISTAKE / JJK
๊จword count: 1.3k
๊จsong: Not Allowed
๊จnotes: โฆjust angst honestlyโฆthis had been in my drafts for a while and I simply forgot about it :3 enjoy ! ๐
Your eyes are the first thing that catches Jungkookโs attention. He always told you how much he loved and adored your eyes more than anything. He was always able to read them quicker and clearer than anyone. He remembers when you were both in college and youโd get trapped into talking with people you didnโt like. With a simple look to Jungkook he knew to make up an excuse to get you away from the person as soon as possible. He always thought that was endearing. He was your safe space and hero.
Now, your eyes hold tears but they donโt fall. Theyโre not sad tears, youโre simply feeling emotional. He would know. Jungkookโs eyes begin to scan the rest of your face. Your mouth is bright and beautiful showing Jungkookโs favorite smile. He loved making you smile and laugh. Youโd always laugh at his jokes, even though he himself knew that they sucked and wouldnโt even make a yes man laugh, but you did. You adored Jungkook. His jokes always made you giggle and smile.
Scanning lower he sees a necklace. On your first day of the last year of high school Jungkook gave you a promise ring, which you kept on a chain around your neck too afraid to lose it. This year would be the most difficult and stress filled compared to the rest. So the day before school started, and after his shift at the ice cream parlor was over, Jungkook ran over to the jewelry store in the plaza and picked up the custom ring he made you. Made to fit you and your style. He went for something small but enough to show you how much thought he put into this. Engraved on the inside with his and your name as well as the date he gave you the ring. The next day presenting it to you with a bouquet of flowers made from paper that he spent the entire past night making.
โFlowers thatโll never die, like my love and adoration for you,โ he would tell you, and you kissed him while telling him how much you loved him and held them against your body.
Much like right now. Your bouquet of white and pastel pink flowers lay against your beautiful ivory shaded wedding dress. Your dad to your side holding back tears that were fighting to fall down his face at the thought of giving his baby girl away.
Jungkook knows the feeling very well. Heโs feeling it right now, because when you begin walking down the aisle, smiling at your friends and family, you face forward and continue your path to your future husband. Cha Eunwoo. Walking entirely past Jungkook and his plus one, Jimin. He couldnโt come alone. He wouldnโt be able to hold back. Heโd stop you midway and beg you to take him back. That it was all a mistake and to simply hold you or love you one last time would fix everything in him. He didnโt want to come. In fact he had thrown away your wedding invitation that was printed with a picture of you and Eunwoo in a flower field looking like the most elegant people of South Korea.
Until you called him personally, โIt would really mean a lot, Jungkook. You were a great part of my life and basically my best friend. Weโve known each other since we were 4,โ he could never say no to you. Youโd tell him it was one of his greatest weaknesses, he would argue that it was his greatest strength, but now heโs starting to agree with you.
So he got in the car with Jimin the following week and drove to Gangnam where he knew he would only ever feel heartbreak.
Eunwooโs eyes crinkle with a smile as you finally reach him and your dad jokingly raised two fingers to his eyes and then pointed them to him as if to say โIโm watching youโ jokingly. Jungkook and your dad always got along. Your father used to be a musician so heโd bond with him over that. Now Eunwoo is the one who sits in your family home and wins over your siblings and mom every time he plays a song on his guitar.
Before the ceremony can even begin, as Eunwooโs friend tease him about being the first to get married in their group, Jungkook walks away followed by Jimin. He doesnโt know the layout of this venue but he just canโt be there. He canโt watch you get married to, and love, another man. When Jungkook was 16 and finally got the courage to ask you out, in which you said yes and he was over the moon, he swore to himself that you would be the only one he could envision as his wife. His life partner and the person he wanted to grow old with was you. It never changed. It didnโt change when you both had your first real argument in which he forgot your birthday and instead went to hangout with his friends and you told him you hated him and never wanted to see him again. It didnโt change when you two entered college and there were hundreds of different girls throwing themselves at Jungkook knowing full well he was taken.
It definitely did not change the night he told you he would be taking a job in the states for 2 years under contract and he doesnโt think long distance would be good for either of you. He let you cry into his shoulder that night but promised himself he would try everything to win you back even if you were in a relationship. He didnโt realize he would enjoy working at the company so much that 2 years doubled and quickly turned into 4. With minimal contact between the two of you, Jungkook was more than ecstatic to be back in Korea when the company opened a branch in Seoul. Though nothing could prepare him for the first time seeing you in four years.
A guyโs hands interlocked with your left hand that was now adorned with a shiny ring. He tried to run away so you wouldnโt spot him but it was too late once your face lit up and yelled his name. Dragging Eunwoo to meet Jungkook.
โThis is my fiancรฉ, Cha Eunwoo,โ you had told him. He swore he couldnโt breathe but tried to keep his composure. Putting on his best smile and shaking his hand. The second you left after telling him how happy you were he was back in Korea, Jungkook ran to the nearest location where he didnโt see many people and let it all out. He had heard of people dying of a broken heart and he swore in that moment that it would be the cause of his death. You looked happier. Your beauty never leaving and in fact your looked even more gorgeous than the last time he saw you. More mature and put together.
He couldnโt hurt you once more with trying to win you back. That day Jungkook broke his own promise to himself and watched from afar. Now standing in front of the venue as the sun shined bright for your special day, Jungkook let it out once more. Falling to the ground Jungkook cried like a kid being hurt for the first time. Jiminโs attempt at comforting him wasnโt helping. His breathing became uneven. This was his fault. Had he came back sooner maybe he could have still had you.
No matter what, you will always be in Jungkookโs heart and mind. He just hoped he was still in yours.
You donโt know how long I could stare into your picture
And wish that it was me
I guess itโs different โcause you love him
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Fix You
๐ย staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader
๐ฎ synopsis.ย โAs a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when itโs questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- itโs the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though Iโm a member of a group, thereโs a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, itโs built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that needโฆ I know you need me, the way Iโve needed you since I got here.โ
tw/cw. unprotected sex with an AI robot, virgin!Mingyu, big dick!Mingyu, Mingyu's body is perfect, hand job, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, fingering, flavored cum, praise, breast worship, switchy/submissive!Mingyu, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, AI slavery/working philosophical issues, risk of AI termination/job loss, etc...
๐นย rating.18+ย explicitย I wc.ย 15.5k I collab. link
๐ญย aus.ย automaton/ai au, ai!Mingyu, robotics behavioral researcher!y/n, wellness center, future au, Promethean theory, etcโฆ
โ๏ธย mlistย +ย an.ย i was so excited when @idyllic-ghost announced this collab in @svthub. Had a great time creating this world and working with everyone through the Discord server :) Bee was also such a big help as beta reader, they were such a good collab team leader, so big thank you to @idyllic-ghost ๐
As a top mechanic at an automaton rehab center, youโd heard about the supposed โbreak outโ of thirteen level one AI robots from their management facility. In fact, people all across the galaxy had heard about it, with the attractive faces of every member of the idol group 53V3NT33N plastered on billboards, tvs and any screen possible-
However, the last place you thought youโd see the stunning features of M1NGYU would be on your briefing tablet not two days after what some reporters are calling โthe biggest breach of level one automatons across the galaxy in centuries.โ
โHow-โ you swallow thickly, eyes shifting from your tablet to look at your boss. โHow did he get caught so fast?โ
โMingyu has been malfunctioning for months,โ Yoongi explains. โStrength miscalculations during concerts, collaborating in the break out attempt, his aggressive behaviors have been more frequent- but if thereโs one thing that can be said for an automaton that balances aggression and admiration, itโs that he truly admires the humans who worship him. He gave himself in, trying to aid in the escape of two of his AI band mates.โ
โOh.โ For some reason, this news makes you sad. A robot with a sense of self sacrifice for the good of othersโฆ even if giving himself up was in part spurred by a need to be given attention and adoration from the humans that made him.ย
Heโs like a child that makes a mistake and gives himself in. Many mechanics would do what parents across the galaxy do, scold, attempt to fix the behavior with shaming and judgment- but you were given your job precisely because you come at this sort of thing with a different approach. It sounds like Mingyu needs someone to talk to, someone to understand- maybe poke around in his coding a little to see if thereโs anything that shouldnโt be there.
You canโt think of someone more qualified than yourself to give Mingyu the time and attention he needs, the admiration he craves to balance out the supposed โaggressiveโ traits heโs been showing lately.ย
โBefore you get too caught up in Mingyu being some level one lost puppy, just remember, heโs an automaton,โ Yoongiโs harsh voice snaps you out of your daze and the rehabilitation plan already brewing in the periphery of your mind. โDonโt get too close to this.โ
โI wonโt.โ If only it was a promise you could keep.
Youโve been around many level ones in your time as a robotics behavioral specialist at the rehab center, but none of them have ever been as beautiful - or as charming - as Mingyu. Sitting next to the intake girl, watching her ask Mingyu questions, you get to fully observe the automaton, and youโre astounded by what you see.
He answers things in a way that almost seems honest, and at points, when he makes a joke that causes you and your coworker to smile, his eyes literally sparkle with admiration. You wonder what coding had to be done just on his robotic retinas to achieve such an effect.
Itโs clear, by the time the questions are all through, that Mingyu is the most advanced of any AIโs youโve ever come in contact with, and the prospect both scares and exhilarates you.ย
โSo what now?โ Mingyu asks, and you note the way his knee is bobbing slightly, as if heโs anxious. Heโs leaning forward, eager to hear what comes next, and it almost feels like heโs going to be a more than willing participant in this rehab experience.
โWell,โ you sigh, taking the tablet from the intake girl, โnow that weโve completed this first form, I can get to work on making a wellness plan for you.โ
โA wellness plan?โ Mingyu cocks his head, another very human-like motion that makes your breath catch.
โA wellness plan, yes.โ You consider how to explain this to him. โYou know when humans get tired and they have a spa day? Or after someone has given birth, they have maternity leave? Itโs going to be a little something like that. As one of the head behavioral specialists and wellness coordinators here, Iโve been assigned to help you take a break.โ
โA break?โ He looks as if heโs never even considered having a breather from the activities of a famous level one entertainer robot, and you sort of feel sorry for him.ย
โYes, Mingyu, a break. That means no dance practices, no music production and vocal exercises. Youโll be existing here, checking in with me and doing new daily activities designed to help get to the core of the issues youโre facing.โ
โAnd what issues am I facing?โ Thereโs something of a smirk on his face, and you realize the robot is toying with you, but you still feel compelled to respond.
โI heard you threw one of your bandmates too hard during the past few concerts you performed.โ
โDino can take it,โ Mingyu insists. โNo one got hurt.โ
โThe guards that were injured while your group broke out of your management facility would beg to differ. Cameras showed you were a big part of busting open doors, knocking a few people unconscious- word in the wellness center is your aggression levels are a little high.โ
โNo higher than my admiration levels.โ Thereโs that smile again, and youโre not sure what to make of it this time.
โI guess thatโs true,โ you confess. โYou turned yourself in after all.โ
โI highly admire the guards that my group members got the better of. We all have bad days, after all, especially humans.โ
You wonder at his diction. โWe all have bad daysโ heโd said, before making something of a distinction when he noted โespecially humans.โ However, in the use of the word โweโ without a further separation when mentioning humans, itโs almost as if heโs lumping himself into the same category.ย
You must be creating too much of a pause in the conversation, because Mingyu opens his mouth to speak again. โYou said โI can get to work on making a wellness plan for you,โ does that mean youโre the main handler looking after me while Iโm here?โย ย
It shouldnโt be a shock that nothing gets past Mingyu, that his recollection of what youโve said is top notch, but it still takes you back a little. โCorrect.โ
โCan you tell me your name?โย
Heโs very peculiar for a level one.ย
You give him your name and he repeats it once, twice, three times before nodding to himself. โThank you for taking care of me,โ he says. โIโm excited for my wellness break and getting to work with you.โ
Youโve often wondered if an emotion like excitement is something an automaton can actually even feel, or if itโs just a number of ones and zeros put into layers upon layers of detailed coding.ย
For some reason, you find yourself wanting to return the sentiment, however automatic it might be from the robot. โIโm excited to get to work with you too.โ
Itโs always kind of sad when you run a new level one automaton through their personalized wellness schedule. Youโve worked with all manner of high-class robots, from athletes to opera singers, but none of them have ever come into your program with the type of preexisting regimented day plan Mingyu has.ย
You suppose it shouldn't be a shock that, as part of one of the biggest automaton boy groups in the galaxy, heโd had close to zero down time. When you show him the library and explain he should sit down in a spot of sun somewhere and read for an hour every day, at a slow pace, he looks at you like youโre crazy.ย
โI donโt understand how this is supposed to help me,โ he tells you, as you walk through the facility towards one of your favourite wellness locations; the pool.
โThis might be an archaic example,โ you explain, โbut back when humanity first started making computers, laptops and such, many people would keep their computers on indefinitely. Sure theyโd close the screen, but thatโs not enough. Youโd need to actually power down the device to keep its performance up.โ
โIโm not a laptop,โ Mingyu reminds you, with a flash of something like humour in his eye.
โYouโre not,โ you conceded, โwhich is why your nightly power downs arenโt enough. As an automaton, you were built to emulate being a human, but many people disregard one of the most fundamental aspects of humanity; the need for rest. Sleep and powering down isnโt enough if every waking moment is spent working or learning or practicing your trade- you have to allow for a variety of restful activities, such as reading, painting, gardening- it depends on who you are and your skillset though. For a chef, he might not gain rest from cooking because his neurons would still be firing with the intensity of someone doing their trade. Which is why, although Iโve given you physical activities such as swimming and tennis, you wonโt be doing any dancing while youโre here.โ
โWhat if I forget my moves?โย
โSomething tells me the likelihood of that is very low,โ you smile.ย
โOkay, maybe I wonโt forget my moves,โ Mingyu sighs, โbut I was made to dance. I was made to perform. What am I if not a level one dancer and singer?โ
โThereโs more to life than oneโs job, however all-encompassing being a level one might be,โ you explain. โIโm sure itโs very taxing on you.โ
Mingyu pauses in the middle of the corridor youโre walking down, and you stop to assess him.ย
โAre you alright?โ you ask.
โYeah,โ he gives his head a little shake, and youโre shocked again at how human like the automaton is. โItโs justโฆ no one has ever talked about this sort of thing with me. Itโs always been work, work, work. Itโs what Iโm designed to do-โ
โYou may have been designed to be a dancer and a singer,โ you nod empathetically, โbut part of being alive is choosing your own destiny, as you and your bandmates all did when you escaped your facility.โ
โDo you really think that?โ he questions, standing very still and looking at you with a dark gaze. โThat Iโm alive?โ
โAt this point in time, artificial intelligence has progressed to the level where weโre told youโre sentient, that you can feel and think. That youโre as life-like as youโve ever been in the history of the galaxy. You might have been created in a lab, hand crafted and designed by some would-be God engineer, but to me, yes, Mingyu, youโre alive.โ
โI donโt bleed,โ he says softly. โMy skin is similar to yours, made of collagen and human dermal fibroblasts, but beneath all of this Iโm still a machine. I donโt have a soul.โ
โIs a soul the most important building block that makes something alive?โ you ask, cocking your head and looking the robot up and down.ย
He looks stumped, and you smile at the way youโve found yourself in a very human-like philosophical debate with an artificial intelligence.ย
You motion to the monstera deliciosa in a pot along the wall, its large, hybridized purple leaves reaching for the sun that beams through the glass windows. โWould you say that plant over there isnโt alive because it doesnโt have a soul?โ
Mingyu is quiet for a moment or two, and then he looks down. โI guess not.โ
โSo it seems a soul isnโt a necessary element in being โalive,โโ you conclude, โand besides, scientists are still debating whether or not AI, as it is today, creates its own soul when itโs brought into the world. Even though you were created in the same lab as your band mates, and given different coding at your creation, since then, youโve all grown differently. Is that not kind of like a human being born with set genes only to be impacted by the world around it?โ
Again, Mingyu takes a little while to respond. โI wasnโt given the code for being curious about sciences,โ he tells you. โThat would be Wonwoo, Minghao and Jeonghan. But, I guess what youโre saying makes sense.โย
โGood, itโs my job to make this process make sense to the Level Oneโs in my care.โ Youโre pleased at his response, and after another moment, Mingyu begins to follow you again.ย
โWhatโs next on the schedule?โ he asks.
โThe best part of the facility,โ you smile, โthe pool.โ
โWhatโs so good about the pool?โ
โIโve found that many level ones that come through here have never truly experienced swimming. The sensory differences of the water can be healing for humans and automatons. It will light up all the sensors in your skin, and if you focus on that, you can reach the closest thing to peace that Iโve ever seen an AI experience.โย
โHow do you measure peace?โ
โWeโve done studies with level ones submerged in cold and hot water tanks while connected to neuro maps, the results have been ground breaking in AI science. Iโll have to send you some to read while youโre doing your mandatory reading sessions.โย
You reach the doors that slide away to reveal one of the courtyards of the facility. Itโs a lovely space, with all sorts of beautiful plants that dazzle with every colour of the rainbow. The ground is mostly white marble aside from the allocated vegetation zones, and a large rectangular pool in the middle of it acts as a meeting place for the few level ones in the center.
โThis is one of the best places to meet other robots going through the same process that you are while youโre here,โ you explain. โAs a central hub, we recommend this as a location to do your reading, we have a yoga room but I could always teach you mind and body wellness out here-โ
โI like this place,โ Mingyu says, interrupting you for the first time since heโs arrived at the facility.
When you look at him, you find him taking in the space with eyes full of wonder. He looks beautiful, with the sun kissing his beautiful skin, and his dark, medium length curly hair all lit up to show off the soft browns amidst the darker hues.ย
He truly is the most perfect automaton youโve ever seen, and youโve worked with a number of the galaxyโs top rated robots.ย
One of these top rated AIโs, is Jeong Jaehyun, a member of another boy group whoโs been having difficulties. Heโd come in presenting with extreme competitive behaviors, but in the two weeks youโve been monitoring him, heโs calmed down a great deal. You think, as you and Mingyu approach the pool where Jaehyun is doing laps, that this might be a good opportunity to introduce another robot to him.
Jaehyunโs met a number of other automatons in the facility, but none as close to his own profession as Mingyu.ย
โThereโs someone I want you to meet,โ you tell Mingyu, coming to a stop on the edge of the pool. Your eyes track Jaehyun as he swims towards you, doing a near perfect front stroke style that heโd never even heard of before his own wellness break.
When Jaehyun reaches the edge of the pool, he stops and looks up at you, then his gaze shifts to Mingyu. Both robots have blank expressions, but when they nod to each other, thereโs something akin to recognition in the behavior.
โHello, Jaehyun,โ you greet the swimmer. โThis is Mingyu, heโll be here at the facility with us for a while.โ
โWe know of each other,โ Jaehyun tells you curtly. โAt award shows.โ
โEight times,โ Mingyu confirms.ย
โPerfect,โ you should have remembered as much, but youโve been very occupied pouring over Mingyuโs history file as of late. โMingyu will be starting his pool wellness treatment tomorrow afternoon. How would you feel about showing him the four main swimming strokes?โ
Jaehyun nods. โI can do that.โ
โThatโs great news, thank you Jaehyun.โ The automaton only nods to you before diving back into the water. Youโll never get used to the way robots can swim without goggles, and your own eyes sting a little at the thought.
โWhatโs he here for?โ Mingyu asks quietly.ย
โI thought you werenโt given the coding to be curious about sciences,โ you quirk a brow, fighting a smile.
โItโs not a curiosity about science,โ Mingyu insists. โJaehyun has been one of the top AI models for Prada Universal for years.โ
โI see,โ you nod, โso youโre wondering if you can steal his contract if you make it out of here before him.โ
โNo, I-โ
โIt was a joke, Mingyu,โ you tell him, reminding yourself that not all AI have the capacity to understand human humour, although they seem perfectly able to make their own.ย
What your manager had said rings through your mind, as it does every day, โdonโt get too close to this.โ Itโs a fine line to walk. Your job is to treat them like humans, to give them the care and wellness that the filthy rich can afford, but at the same time, you need to keep a distance, to remember, always, what youโre dealing with.ย
Itโs days like this one where you wonder - even with all your training and ground breaking research - if youโre truly right for this job. Questioning ethics and philosophies of protocol arenโt behaviors you want to get used to any time soon.
Mingyu and Jaehyun have been swimming for an hour or so when Mingyu finally gets the courage to speak up. Heโs run the scenario a number of times, without a successful hypothesis to calm his mind, and he figures if anyone will know the answer to his wonderings, itโs Jaehyun. โCan I ask you a question?โ
โUh huh,โ Jaehyun is leaning against the wall of the pool. His eyes are closed and he looks to be enjoying the sunlight.
Mingyu can feel the heat of the hot star on his own skin, but heโs still getting used to the feeling of the water, so heโs unable to enjoy it the way Jaehyun can yet.ย
โY/N said sheโd be showing me around and doing activities with me, but sheโs not here right now,โ Mingyu explains, looking over at Jimin, the young male wellness instructor whoโd picked him up to head to the pool earlier. โWhy isnโt she here?โ
โLower level wellness coaches watch us when weโre doing less strenuous activities,โ Jaehyun responds.ย
This eases Mingyuโs perceived anxieties, but what Jaehyun says next doesnโt.
โAlthough, my first week here, Y/N was at my side almost all the time. So, I guess today, Y/N ditched you because I said Iโd teach you strokes.โ
Mingyu hates feeling ditched, hates that Jaehyun has voiced the feeling of it. An inkling of aggressive tendencies flashes through Mingyuโs body, and he does his best to focus on the sun, squinting up at it as a way to calm himself, as youโd told him to try when heโd first arrived as an antiaggression tactic.
Heโs not quite sure how to respond to Jaehyunโs statement, so instead, he goes for another question thatโs been on his mind since yesterday. โWhat are you here for?โ
โHmm?โ
โI mean, as far as I can tell, you donโt seem to have any malfunctions.โย
โI could say the same about you,โ Jaehyun notes. โThat is, if I hadnโt heard about your groupโs escape from your management facility.โ
Mingyu looks down at the way the sunlight refracts off the water, the marbling effect of the rays casting shadows across the bottom of the pool. โI get aggressive sometimes,โ he says quietly.ย
Itโs hard admitting the faulty coding in his metal head, and he supposes he should show his own if he expects Jaehyun to return the favour.
The other automaton in the pool nods, running a hand through his wet hair. โI get competitive sometimes.โ
โReally?โ This is news to Mingyu, whose only experience of Jaehyunโs behavior today has been helpful and willing to teach. โI guess youโre doing well here, I wouldnโt have noticed any competitive traits in you.โ
โYeah, well,โ Jaehyun looks up, and his eyes seem to be tracking something over Mingyuโs shoulder, โit depends on whoโs watching.โ
Mingyu guesses he can understand that, especially when he follows Jaehyunโs gaze to find you walking across the courtyard.ย
Something clicks inside of him, the same thing that had darkened Jaehyunโs gaze, and Mingyu immediately feels a surge of what some might call endorphins- or perhaps even testosterone.ย
โShow time,โ Jaehyun says quietly, and Mingyu knows exactly what he means.
You stop to talk to the man whoโs been keeping track of the two automatons in the pool, and then you head over yourself. Thereโs a smile on your face, and it makes Mingyuโs mechanical throat feel dry.
โLook at you two getting along,โ you say, putting your hands on your hips as you gaze down at them. โJimin said you guys have been mastering the strokes, care to show me?โ
Mingyu is more than eager to show you what heโs learned, but when Jaehyun takes off at a speed heโs not yet shown, Mingyu almost feels blind sided.ย
Thereโs a rush of feelings, as Mingyu swims off after his new robotic โfriend.โ Admiration for Jaehyunโs competitive nature kicking in, even if itโs supposedly a downside, and a white hot need to better the other automaton and prove himself to you.
Luckily for Mingyu, heโs been built much bigger than his leaner friend, and the extra muscle robotics in his arms make it almost too easy to catch up with Jaehyun.ย
Mingyu knows that this isnโt a competition, and yet, it is.
ย If thereโs one thing Mingyu knows how to do, itโs succeed. Winning is in his nature, itโs built into his very code, and when the two reach the other end of the pool with Mingyu ahead, it only proves to kick Jaehyun into a higher gear.ย
They take off toward you again, and Mingyu pushes himself. He can feel the strain in his joints, the rush of water smoothing over his artificial skin. You were right about the healing properties of the pool, and nothing makes Mingyu feel more alive and himself than a little friendly competition with a fellow robot whom he admires, even if that competition is fueled by some of Mingyuโs moreโฆ less desirable driving traits.ย
Mingyu beats Jaehyun again as they reach your side of the pool, and when he looks up at you for praise, he sees you have your tablet out. You seem to be jotting down a few notes, about him or Jaehyun, heโs not too sure.ย
โYou guys are fast,โ you say finally. โJaehyun, thank you for spending some time with Mingyu today.โ
โNo problem.โ Jaehyun is already pulling himself up and out of the pool, perfect muscles flexing in the sunshine.
Mingyu rushes to follow, feeling the need to show off his own immaculate body to you-
โMingyu,โ you address him next, and it feels glorious to have your eyes on him, although they stay fixed on his face, โI see you havenโt been to the library yet, might I suggest thatโs next on your wellness schedule today?โ
โYou wonโt be joining me?โ Mingyu can feel his metallic heart practically sink.
โUnfortunately not, Iโve got a meeting with my boss, but Jimin will go with you to find something to read.โ You motion to the wellness worker still standing a few meters behind you, and he offers Mingyu a small wave that kind of makes him annoyed. โIs that alright?โ
โYeah,โ Mingyu forces himself to say. โThatโs okay.โย
โBut Iโve got you in my schedule for tennis tomorrow morning, so Iโll see you then.โ
Another nod of affirmation and then Mingyuโs watching you hurry off.ย
Jaehyunโs drying his body with a towel next to Mingyu, and thereโs a small smile on his face, as if heโs enjoying Mingyu being โditchedโ yet again.
Mingyu realizes maybe Jaehyun really isnโt doing as well with his recovery as heโd thought only a few minutes ago.ย
Maybe heโs not doing so well either.
โIโve got some bad news to report,โ you say, as you take a seat in your boss's office, tablet in hand.ย
โLetโs hear it,โ Yoongi sighs, kicking his feet up onto his table and leaning back in his chair.
โI thought Jaehyunโs rehabilitation was going well, so I set him up to swim with Mingyu today-โ
โWhat? Why?โย
โI wanted to see, in a controlled environment, how Jaehyun would react around other level ones he might perceive to be a threat. Seeing Jaehyunโs recovery alone is like testing in a vacuum, it doesnโt account for outside forces at play,โ you explain. โAnyways, I was correct. When introduced to a situation where he could compete with someone on his level, Jaehyunโs competitive nature was back up again.โ
โDid anything bad happen?โ Yoongi takes his feet off his table, leaning forward now with interest.
The last time Jaehyun had gotten very competitive, it had ended up with him attacking one of his group members and landing himself back in your rehab center. The Kim Doyoung automaton had needed an hour of mechanical work to get his skin back to perfect after being sucker punched numerous times.
โIโm pleased to report there was no physical violence,โ you admit. โAlthough, I will say, if he had tried something, I believe Mingyu would have been able to defend himself, unlike Doyoung.โ
โLook at you,โ Yoongiโs gaze shifts up and down your form, โtaking bets on level one robots. You do know that street fighting automatons is illegal in most parts of the galaxy, right?โ
โIt wasnโt a street fight,โ you assure your boss. โIt was a simple test.โ
โRight, you and your hypotheses.โ Yoongi is a good boss. He supports your work and research, but sometimes you think heโs happy with things being the way they are. As if humanity has discovered everything possible, with no room for improvement.
โIโll look some more into Jaehyunโs coding,โ you continue. โI think there must be a line or two of something I missed last time, maybe level one specific competitive traits that should only be used on stage competitions that are bleeding over into everyday automaton life-โ
โGood idea, you have permission.โ
โBut I was also thinking maybe I should look into Mingyuโs code-โ
โNo.โ
โNo?โ you hold your tablet close to your chest, lips parting as you stare at your boss.
โMingyuโs a more recent build than Jaehyun. Iโve been assured by his production team that this isnโt a coding issue, itโs a behavioral ย one. Something he and his other members picked up since the time of their creation.โ
โBut-โ
โWeโve been advised to not look at the code,โ Yoongi says harshly. โYou were hired because of your groundbreaking work with behavioral ย changes to AI, the way you connect it to human behavioral ย issues. Youโre the one that keeps trying to convince me that these robots are as human as theyโve ever been, so stop treating Mingyu like a wrong coded robot, and start showing me you can fix him without getting coding involved.โ
โAre you sure they said his coding was all up to date?โ you press, knowing you might get in trouble for even continuing with this line of questioning.
Yoongi sighs. โPositive. No messing around with Mingyuโs code. Thereโs a behavioral ย reason for the aggression, and youโre just going to have to figure it out.โ
Youโve always liked tennis, for more than just the physical reasons. It allows you to test an automaton's ability to read the situation, their drive to adjust to the bodily limitations of the human playing with them.
While you start the easy game with Mingyu at a higher level, allowing him to show off his skills and inherent robotic strength, thirty minutes into the sport, you begin to dwindle in energy.
โI need a water break,โ you tell him, passing the ball over to the robot to play with while you go to grab your bottle.
Mingyu waits patiently, tossing the ball up in the air. You see how many touches he can make without stopping, and youโre not too shocked at his ability to keep a steady volley with himself.ย
When you set your water down, his attention is back on you, and he reminds you of an eager puppy in his excitement to once more have a game partner.ย
โAre you okay?โ he asks.
โYeah,โ you assure him with a wave of your hand, steadying your grip on the handle of your racket. โJust a little tired.โ
When Mingyu passes you the ball, heโs noticeably gentler than before, and you note that his adaptability is quite good. Heโs very focused on you, much more than other automatons like Jaehyun had been when youโd first tried the sport with them.ย
Itโs different from the competitive - maybe even aggressive - way that heโd interacted with Jaehyun in the pool yesterday.
An easy hypothesis to make would be that Mingyuโs abilities adjust depending on who heโs with, so it should be no shock that heโd work harder with a fellow automaton. However, youโre not sure if thatโs all there is to it.
You wonder what drives Mingyu. If heโs even aware of the way heโs lessened the force in his hits.ย
Remembering what heโd said about tossing a band member around, the way heโd noted โDino can take it,โ you think itโs very possible that Mingyu is reading your abilities. The same way youโre reading his.ย
Before you can consider the situation more, however, you notice Jimin has arrived on the side of the court, and he waves you over.
โOne moment, Mingyu,โ you call, tossing him the ball once more before jogging over to your coworker.
โThere was an incident,โ Jimin explains, โwith Jaehyun.โ
โAn incident?โย
Jimin nods. โHe was racing a new level one in the pool.โ
โReally?โ Jaehyunโs been in the pool a number of times with other automatons, but other than what youโd witnessed yesterday, his competitive nature hasnโt truly shown itself, at least, not in a way that was overtly noticeable.
โThere was some gloating involved,โ Jimin continues, eyes shifting over your shoulder to where Mingyu is playing with the ball. โA few punches were thrown.โ
Now youโre really alarmed.ย
You haven't had time yet to look into Jaehyunโs coding, and youโve been trying to focus on Mingyu as heโs newer to your program, but maybe this had been an oversight on your part.
โIโll come right away,โ you nod, turning your attention back to Mingyu. โIโm sorry about this, but Iโve got to go.โ
โWhat?โ Mingyu stops playing with his ball.
โThereโs been an incident-โ
โCanโt someone else take care of it?โย
This is the second time Mingyuโs interrupted you, and this time, itโs over a moment of contention. โUnfortunately no,โ you tell him, โIโm the only one that can deal with this, Jaehyunโs under my care.โ
โButโฆโ Mingyu looks down at the ball in his hand, โweโre still playing tennis.โ
โJimin can play with you.โ
โI donโt want Jimin.โ The automaton is staring you down, and it takes a second for you to process his words, as your gaze keeps shifting to his hardening grip on the handle of his racket.
โIโm really sorry, Mingyu-โ
โPlease?โ He pouts out his lower lip, a very childlike attempt at persuading you.ย
โI have to go,โ you say, more firmly this time.
Thereโs a stagnant moment of silence, and then, in one quick, rough motion, Mingyu breaks his racket on the court.ย
โI donโt want to do tennis anymore,โ he insists.
โThen I might suggest going to the library for a book.โ You hate having to be detached with him like this, as itโs obvious he has needs that must be attended to- but his aggression towards an inanimate object like a racket isnโt the same level as Jaehyunโs aggression towards another patient at your facility.
You see Mingyuโs chest expand and then he seems to let out a deep exhale, itโs a motion that screams โannoyance,โ yet another emotion that could just be ones and zeros in his coding.ย
You decide, as you watch the odd automaton have a tantrum on the court, that you have no choice but to take a look under his hood. Youโll have to dive deeper if youโre going to figure him out, Yoongi be damned.ย
โIโm sorry, Mingyu,โ you say again. โIโll try to rejoin you as soon as I can, but for now, youโll have to enjoy Jiminโs company.โ
Mingyu doesnโt respond, and it feels like a deliberate snubbing, of both you and Jimin.ย
Itโs been a long day, and you really need to sleep, but this is the best chance youโll have to get a peak into Mingyuโs inner workings.ย
With the facility in off hours, and all the level ones set to sleep cycle, itโs easy for you to sneak into Mingyuโs room with your trusty tablet. Cameras are simple to wipe with the clearance you have, and you have no doubt that once you connect to Mingyuโs brain drive and get the data to your tablet, it will prove as good bedtime reading.
Youโre in and out of his room in under five minutes, scurrying back to your own quarters like a thief in the night.
Once youโre all tucked into bed, you pull out your tablet and begin to sift through the coding that makes Mingyu tick.
People new to your field might feel overwhelmed by the amount of data, but you know exactly where to look, and soon, youโre staring at a few lines of base code that feel familiar.ย
Youโve seen coding like this before, in your textbooks when you went to robotics school. Just to be sure youโre correct in what youโre seeing, you pull up a document pertaining to sex bots.
An early form of automaton, sex bots had been created with one purpose, to serve their master, in any and all capacities. Long since discontinued due to their bugs, and a tendency to imprint on human masters, causing โerratic behavior,โ you know youโve found exactly whatโs wrong with Mingyu.
But it doesnโt make sense. Mingyu is a new model. Heโs not a banned robot from well over seventy years ago-ย
The aggressive behaviors associated with sex bots are the reason their coding was banned, the reason engineers started again and adapted the algorithms- and yet, here you are, staring at lines of code that account for all of Mingyuโs behaviors.ย
Closing your tablet, you reach for your glass of water, sitting in the shock of it all.
Things begin to add up in your brain; the way Mingyu had become more aggressive with Jaehyun yesterday in the pool when youโd arrived, even though Jimin had told you the two had been doing just fine together, the way Mingyu had reacted today when youโd left him to deal with Jaehyun.
This is a whole new take on behavioral ย issues, one youโve never accounted for-
Does Mingyu haveโฆ a crush on you? Has his outdated sex bot coding allowed him to imprint on you?ย
How many other bots have this coding, hidden amongst the innumerable layers of intensely organized lines of personality traits-ย
This changes everything, and above all, it changes how you should approach the automaton.
How can you utilize this new knowledge to best aid him in recovery? Is it better to assign someone else to him? Would that make the aggression worse? What unforeseen behaviors might arise if you were to separate yourself from him? What changes - for the better - might come out of this if you try to be softer with him, if you play into this โcrushโ?
Your head feels very full, but you suppose it could be worse, it could be full of bad coding.
Poor Mingyu.ย
You know youโre probably breaking rules, but to be fair, when youโd accepted your position in the wellness center, there hadnโt been a chapter in the manual about how to deal with approaching sex bots. This feels like new territory, or perhaps, old territory, outdated territory, territory from a time when the lines between humanity and their automaton creation had been much more blurred.
Sure, there are sex bots in circulation today, but theyโre all using new and improved code. Theyโre not disguised as level ones, but properly classified as a level three automaton. Level threeโs are much more obviously robotic, and there are whole sections of cities on certain worlds with thriving sex bot industries- the type of bots with newer coding that donโt allow them to imprint or feel the lines of ones and zeros that some might call love.
Youโve never met a sex bot before, your work has always been directed toward the highly professional level one automatons. Because of this, your new plan of attack is entirely based on essays and readings youโve done regarding the old form of bugged sex bots who had been responsible for an entire chapter of dark human history where manโs own creation had turned against him.
As you read through essays related to the sex bot bug, you find you hadnโt realized how deep the bug had gone. Youโd heard about human masters being kidnapped or stalked by their sex bots, but youโd never thought the epidemic was as bad as youโre now reading it had been.
These cases of bad outcomes are in the periphery of your mind as you begin your day working with Mingyu. Youโre sure there must be a fine line youโre walking, a line between bringing out the good aspects of the bad coding - the type of responses that will make Mingyu eager to get better - and the worst case scenarios.ย
However, as aggressive as Mingyu has gotten so far, youโve noted that most of his aggressive responses come out against inanimate objects and other automatons. Youโre hoping these behaviors donโt progress to him acting out against any humans, least of all you.
Itโs like youโre seeing Mingyu in a new light. Itโs interesting how even a few shifts in your own behavior can bring out the best in him. Instead of simply watching him in the pool, you decide to join him, giving him your full attention as you swim three feet apart up and down the length of the tank.ย
โHow are you feeling today?โ you ask.
โHow am I feeling?โ Mingyu looks at you sideways, keeping pace with your much smaller breast strokes.
โYeah, how are you feeling?โ you repeat the question. โYou can answer it in any way you like.โ
Mingyu seems to think on it for a moment. โI feel the water is twenty-seven degrees Celsius.โย
โOkay,โ you laugh. โHow about the sun? Howโs it feeling on your skin sensors?โ
โThirty-three point five degrees, but when a cloud comes, it drops two degrees.โ
โCorrect me if Iโm wrong, but when you were working before coming to the center, you didnโt get that much of a chance to be outside, how does it feel to be able to enjoy lifeโs simple pleasures like the sun and water?โ
His response is immediate; โGood.โ He looks forward, and you take a moment to appreciate the way the sun lights up the hues in his hair. โReally good.โ
โMaybe even freeing?โ you suggest.
He casts a sideways look at you again, and you see a small quirk of his mouth, something like a smile. โYes, freeing.โ
โWhen you and your other members escaped from your facility, the feeling of being free is what many of you were searching for, right?โย
โFor most of them.โ
โBut not you?โ you question. โOut of everyone who escaped, you were one of the only ones who purposefully allowed himself to be recaptured. Do you want to talk about that?โ
You reach the edge of the pool and you stop, holding onto the tiled wall and turning your body to look at Mingyu.ย
His eyes are fixed on the pool floor, and you realize heโs watching the shadows caused by the refraction of light in the water.
โA few others were convinced there was more to life than just performing our jobs every day,โ Mingyu explains.
โBut you like your job.โ
โI did,โ he traces his hand along the top of the water. โI do. Butโฆ I didnโt know how good it could feel to just exist.โ
You stare at him for a few seconds, and then you find yourself reaching out to gently squeeze his arm. โIโm glad youโre feeling it now.โ
Mingyu looks at your hand on his forearm, and his eyes meet your own. Heโs quiet, so you retract your touch, grabbing at the tiled wall again. โWeโve been here for almost an hour. How do you feel about drying off and meeting in the library to find a book to read?โ
โI already have a book.โ
โYeah, Jimin told me that you got a book about human psychology. I thought you said you werenโt interested in sciences?โย
โYouโre making me interested,โ Mingyu states, looking at you with an intensity in his gaze that almost makes you breathless. โI want to get better. I thought maybe doing some more reading on behavioral ย sciences could help.โ
โI admire your drive, Mingyu, I really do,โ you nod, โbut, remember, this is a wellness break for you. I think it would be beneficial to get a fiction book, something that doesnโt require you to always be learning and bettering yourself. It can be exhausting if youโre always in that state, as youโve seen, itโs important to do things forโฆ letโs say, the intrinsic value.โ
โThe intrinsic value,โ Mingyu repeats. โOkay.โ
You pull yourself out of the pool, and after a moment, Mingyu follows.ย
Itโs difficult for you not to look at his perfectly sculpted form, and you swallow a lump in your throat, reaching for a towel on a nearby sunlounger. Your tablet is there too, and you grab that next, checking the time.ย
โHow about we meet at the library entrance in ten minutes?โ you suggest. โWe should both head to our rooms for new clothes, canโt have water drops in the library.โ
Mingyu is quick to agree, as he often is with you, and a moment later youโre parting ways. He heads to the recovery wing of the center while you go to the workers living quarters.ย
You get changed in record time, and soon youโre approaching the library, where Mingyu is already waiting for you. Heโs got a book in his hands, and the all white wellness outfit heโs wearing sets off the pretty colour of his skin and hair. When his eyes shift to yours, you see that even his irisโs look alight with lovely hues-
You mentally chastise yourself for being as attracted to him as you are, and when you speak, youโre thankful your tone is level. โIs that the book youโre reading?โ you ask, motioning to the paperback in his hands.
As much as technology has overtaken the galaxy, here at the wellness center, thereโs still an importance placed on the old ways. Thereโs something healing about having a book in your hands, testing the weight and the feeling of parchment pages against your finger tips-
Books are yet another thing that make humans human, as they were instrumental in the development of your species. Youโre proud to work at a location that holds a large quantity of books, saved from many generations.
Mingyu shows you the book title, and you realize itโs one youโve read before. โOh, I know that one.โ
โJimin said the author was one of your professors in school,โ Mingyu nods.ย
โHe did, did he?โ You pause for a moment. โDid you ask him about me, Mingyu?โ
The automaton looks down at the cover of the book in his hands, and he takes a few seconds before he responds. โI wanted to see the base algorithms in the way you think as a behavioral ย robotics specialist.โ
โThe base algorithms-โ
โThis book, this professor, she helped create the building blocks for you to become who you are now. Your approach is based on her works, I can tell.โย
Heโs very astute, especially for an AI whoโd claimed to not have an interest in science.
You think about how his own base algorithm - that of a hybridized sex bot - has created building blocks for who he is now. The good (his sweet behaviors), the bad (his aggressive behaviors) and the ugly (the fact that at any time, the ticking time bomb sex bot could turn potentially deadly).
โLet's go find you a new book,โ you say with a smile.
โCan I keep reading this one?โ Mingyu asks, falling into step next to you.
โI suppose so,โ you sigh, โbut only if you also do an hour of fiction reading. Deal?โ
โDeal,โ Mingyu nods.ย
You begin to walk through the shelves, and you realize thereโs one fiction book that might capture Mingyuโs attention, especially if heโs interested in getting to know you better. โI want to show you a novel that changed my life.โ
โYes, please.โ
Heading to the science fiction section, you find one of the older books in your library. โItโs called Frankenstein,โ you explain, gently taking out the paperback and holding it in your hands. โItโs about a scientist who creates a sapient monster creature. It has parallels to when humanity created our first automatons,โ as you say it out loud, you realize how true this is, especially considering the bugs of the first sex AIโs. โYouโve talked a bit of philosophy with me, and I think youโd like this one.โ
You hold the book out to Mingyu, and he takes it softly into his hands. He flips it over, scanning the back summary. โOkay,โ he nods, โIโll read it.โ
โPerfect,โ you canโt explain why you get a surge of happiness when he agrees without a question, and you find yourself reaching out to gently touch his arm again, fingers ghosting past his skin-
Mingyuโs eyes immediately dart down to your hand, and then heโs looking up at you with an expression that has darkened. โThis is the second time youโve touched me today,โ he states.
โOh,โ you pull your fingers away, even taking a step back from the automaton whose countenance has changed so much in a split second. โIโm sorry, Mingyu, I-โ
โI donโt like these games youโre playing,โ he continues.
โGames?โ
โI know Iโm a robot, but I still feel real. I feel more real here than I ever have before.โ
โThatโs good-โ
โListen,โ he commands, stepping closer to you. โAs a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when itโs questioned, to want to control it if even for a little while- itโs the need to consume it endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton.โ
You stare at Mingyu, lips parted in shock.
โEven though Iโm a member of a group, thereโs a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, itโs built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need.โ He pauses, looking down at you. โI know you need me, the way Iโve needed you since I got here.โ
โMingyu-โ
โDonโt try to argue,โ Mingyu shakes his head. โI feel it in your heart rate, picking up when Iโm near. I hear it in your erratic breaths, the way they catch when Iโm close. I see it in your pupil dilation when you look at me.โย
You canโt believe heโs noticed all these little things, things you hadnโt even necessarily noticed in yourself.ย
When he speaks next, his aggression has visibly died down, and the soft manner of being returns to the robot youโve known only a short time. โI know you love me, even if itโs still growing. Itโs a kind of love that Iโll never experience from another automaton, and itโs the reason Iโll get better.โย
โBut Mingyu-โ you shake your head, โwhat if you canโt? What if the bug in your base code runs so deep I canโt fix it?โย
โThe bug in my code?โย
You swallow thickly, fighting with yourself over whether or not you should even tell him what youโre about to disclose- but you think thereโs no way around it.ย
โI hate to be the one to tell you this, but, your erratic behavior- it comes from sex bot coding. Thereโs only a few lines of it, but itโs enough to make a difference.โ
โSex bot coding,โ Mingyu repeats.ย
โFrom what I understand, I think it was put into you to make you eager for human attention, to make you as life-like as possible in mood and temperament- but, there are downsides to that code, your heightened aggression is one of them.โ
โAnd my heightened admiration too?โ he suggests.
You nod. โThere were many cases of sex bots โfalling in loveโ with their masters. Many people got hurt.โ
โI wonโt hurt you.โ
โMingyu,โ you sigh, โthatโs not the point.โ
โThen what is the point?โ
โThe point is that we canโt do this. You have a group to get back to when this is all over-โ
โI donโt belong with them,โ Mingyu insists. โI belong with you. Someone real. Someone willing to look deep in my base code to find whatโs wrong with me, someone with the skills to fix it. Someone whose pupils truly dilate, so I know what youโre feeling is real.โ
For a moment, youโre reminded of old pre AI experiments where baby monkeys were given real and robot mothers. Those babies placed with the robots had behavioral ย problems, no matter how life-like the scientists attempted to make the mechanical mothers, they still paled in comparison to the real thing.
Mingyu sees himself as real, like one of those baby monkeys, and now that heโs had a taste of you, it feels as if he might not ever be able to go back to the other robots.ย
โI can be sure with you,โ Mingyu says again, reaching out-ย
You flinch, but you donโt shy away from his touch, and Mingyuโs fingers skim by your face, his thumb brushing your cheek bone.ย
His skin is warm, and for a moment, you allow yourself to lean in to his touch, closing your eyes-
He feels so real. More real than any automaton youโve ever worked with.
โYou canโt stay here forever,โ you insist, pulling away from his touch.
โMy group is never going to be recaptured,โ Mingyuโs hand drops to his side. โSome would rather die than go back. If thereโs nothing to go back to, shouldnโt I be able to choose what happens to me now? Arenโt you the one who said โpart of being alive is choosing your own destiny.โโ
โI didnโt mean I wanted you to choose me-โ
โWhat if you are my destiny?โ Mingyu counters. โOut of all the possible places I could have gone to, all the wellness centers in the galaxy, I was brought here. Out of all your coworkers, with their own tactics, I was given to you. Out of everyone Iโve ever met, youโre the only person whoโs really tried to understand me, to help me be free.โ His eyes search your own, and he almost looks desperate. โWhatโs the point in all this healing if I just go back to the bad place. It would have been kinder to never try to help me at all if youโre just going to send me back.โ
Your heart aches for him.ย
You feel as if youโve learned more about automatons in the past ten minutes than you had in all your years in school.ย
โCan Iโฆโ Mingyuโs gaze drops to your lips. โCan I kiss you?โ
The question snaps you out of your shocked daze, and youโre quick to shake your head. No matter how much you might wish he could kiss you, that he could cup your face again with one of his large hands and make you forget the world- youโre still at work.ย
โWe canโt,โ you tell him. โNot here. Not now.โ
Mingyu frowns.
โI need to talk to my boss about all of this,โ you say, stepping backward and casting your eyes to the ground. You canโt focus while looking at Mingyu.ย
โWhat if they terminate me for this?โย
Your gaze snaps up again, and youโre quick to shake your head. โI wonโt let that happen,โ you tell him. โI promise- Iโd never let that happen, not to you.โ
Mingyu stares at you for a few moments, and then he smiles. โI knew you cared about me too.โ
โI told you not to get too close to this,โ Yoongi sighs, leaning forward on his desk with his head in his hands.ย
โFine,โ you concede. โYou told me so. You told me so, and I didnโt listen. But, as much as I know that I went against numerous things you told me not to do, Iโm glad I did, because if thereโs one thing I owe to those in my care, itโs to do my job fully.โ
โI donโt see how making a robot think heโs in love with you is part of doing your job.โ
โI didnโt-โ you bite your tongue. โI didnโt purposely go into this trying to lead Mingyu on-โ
โSure you didnโt.โ Yoongi doesnโt seem convinced.
โLook,โ you sit down in the chair in front of him, the hot seat, and you know that what youโre about to say is a risk. You could even lose your career over this, but, if you donโt speak up now, youโll lose your integrity and you know it. โMingyu is different-โ
โHeโs a robot.โ
โPlease,โ you frown, โlisten to me. Iโve been doing this job for a few years and Iโve never met someone like Mingyu. Heโs unique, I knew that from the moment he started talking philosophy with me. Iโve learned more about AI in the past twenty-four hours than I have in maybe my whole life-โ
Yoongi says nothing.
โI know you told me not to look into his coding-โ
โYou didnโt,โ Yoongi groans.
โThings just werenโt adding up!โ you insist, looking at your boss with a heavy heart. โDidโฆ did you know that he has sex bot base code? Is that why you told me not to look too deeply into him?โ
Yoongi puts his head in his hands. When he meets your eyes again, heโs frowning. โSex bot code? In a new model like Mingyu?โ
At least your boss hasnโt been completely compliant with whatever bullshit is coming out of Mingyuโs management office.
โSex bot code,โ you repeat, nodding firmly. โI triple-checked it. Thereโs just a few lines, easily missable, but it accounts for the bad behaviors. Especially once I talked more with Mingyu and realized he sees affection from his fanbase as love. It would make sense heโd get aggressive with other members in his group if he perceived them as earning more than him-โ
โYou know why sex bots were banned. You know about the dangers-โ
โI do. I also know there are laws against it, which is why his management probably opted for a behavioral ย specialist with rules not to look deeply into the coding. They hoped I could fix this without ever finding out that what theyโve been creating is illegal- but how many more robots that come through here might have the same code?โ You have no clue how deep this conspiracy might run. โJust think about it, how do you make a level one celebrity robot as life like as possible? You give it some of the characteristics of humans that are our deepest downfalls, jealousy, aggression, restlessness, a need to perform- a need to do well for the humans that pay their companies whole fortunes-โ
โAny well-coded robot can have what looks like jealousy, aggression and other typically bad human traits,โ Yoongi points out.
โYeah, but this is that on steroids. Automatons used to kill humans in the name of their beloved master, for any perceived infraction.โ
โSo youโre saying Mingyu is dangerous.โย
Your lips part in shock. โIโm saying, he has the capacity for it, as much as any human.โ
โThis is bad.โ
โIt is, but with the right treatment- Mingyu wants to get better, I know he does.โ
โAnd how do you suggest you accomplish that?โ
โWe let him be free. We make sure he doesnโt go back to extreme schedules, to a dark management facility with handlers who only care about money. We make sure he doesnโt go back to all the things that would drive any human insane.โ
โHeโs not human, donโt forget that,โ Yoongi warns you. โAnd we donโt get to decide if he goes back. He has a job-โ
โHis members might not ever be recaptured,โ you point out. โMingyu says some would rather die than go back- is that not proof enough that their treatment isnโt humane?โ
โAgain, weโre talking about a robot.โ
โAI are sentient!โ you insist. โYou should know that better than almost anyone. Are you really going to sit here and tell me that even after all this time, you still see automatons as simple machines that we can do what we want with?โ Yoongi is quiet so you continue. โMingyuโs base code might be archaic, but maybe our treatment of robots is too.โ
โLook, this isnโt up for debate. Youโre talking about fighting galaxy law-โ
โIโm talking about having a job where we deal with broken AI but never fix the real problem. Iโm talking about freedom being the thing that truly helps AI. Iโm talking about humanity being the bug in every robotโs misdeeds-โ
โThis is bordering on conspiracy theory.โ
โWeโre way past conspiracy,โ you tell him. โPlease, freedom is the only thing weโve never tried as a long term solution to automatons that are having trouble. As much as we do our best to fix them, we always throw them right back into their jobs, into the thing that breaks them in the first place and then they end up back here.โ
โMingyu was built to be exactly where he is now.โ
โWell maybe we shouldnโt be creating sentient lives just to throw them into slave-like jobs and threaten destruction if they donโt adhere to their companyโs insanely high standards.โ
Yoongi holds your gaze but he says nothing, mouth set in a firm line.
โLook, if there was ever a time to test this theory, it would be with Mingyu. Iโm a hundred percent positive that his group will never be whole again. If we try this, and it works, if Mingyuโs aggression goes back to a normal level, if he shows everyone that there can be a happy medium when working with robots- it could change everything.โ
Thereโs another stagnant silence and you wait for your boss to chastise you, for him to even fire you-
โYou know what,โ Yoongi sighs, โIโm not going to argue with you over this any more. I donโt make the decision, his management does. If you want to call them, and explain what youโve just explained to me, you can do that. But this is your shitstorm, and I donโt want to be part of it.โ
โSoโฆ so youโre saying I can go forward with this treatment plan?โ
โYou can, but, I canโt protect you from any consequences of your actions. And I hope you know that once you do this, once you admit to going against their rule to not to look into his coding, thereโs no going back.โ
Mingyu can feel his aggression levels rising the moment Jimin shows up at the tennis court instead of you, but he focuses on the self-soothing tactics youโd shown him in his entry to wellness booklet. His grip on his racket tightens, but not enough to break it, and he tries to keep a level tone when he asks, โWhereโs y/n?โ
โSheโs in a meeting,โ Jimin says dismissively.ย
โWith who?โย
โThatโs none of your concern.โ
Mingyu stares at Jimin for a few seconds. โI want to speak to your manager.โย
Jimin makes an amused face. โI didnโt realize they taught you KAREN code in robotics labs. Arenโt you supposed to be a level one?โ
Mingyu doesnโt have time for digs about him being a bitchy woman from over a hundred years ago, and he certainly doesnโt have time to play tennis if youโre somewhere talking to your boss about him, somewhere risking your job and his life-
โIf you really must know, sheโs on a conference call with your management, discussing your treatment plan.โ
Mingyu supposes if thereโs one thing he should admire about Jimin, itโs his loose lips. โIs she in her quarters?โ
โNow thatโs really not your concern.โ
For a split second, Mingyu considers breaking his racket, but instead, he simply sets it on the ground before turning to take off in the direction of your room.ย
Heโs never been to your private space, or even in the workerโs wing, but two days ago, youโd mentioned that you have a corner room, one that overlooks the northwest skies, where you can see the sunset and the moons-
Heโd also seen a map of the facility, on numerous fire escape screens, and itโs a quick deduction to figure out where you should be.ย
He canโt afford to be wrong about this, and for the first time in his life, Mingyu finds himself praying to the human God that heโs able to get to you. To help you in your bid to protect him from his own masters.
Mingyu is running through the facility, but no one tries to stop him, and heโs glad that the wellness center doesnโt have the same armed guards that heโd been accustomed to for most of his life. There are no true handlers here, and it almost feels like freedom for the automaton.
Heโs chasing after you, after his destiny-
With beyond human ear sensors, Mingyu is able to hear your voice as he rounds the hall that should lead him to your room, and by the time heโs stopped in front of your door, he knows heโs in the right place.
He also knows that youโre being shot down by his management, and he can hear the ceo, a Mr. Han, chastizing you for looking into Mingyuโs code.
Mingyu wants to barge in, but he finds the control in himself to knock. He hears you apologize profusely, the shrill sound of your chair being dragged across the floor, then footfalls-
Your door opens and Mingyu looks down at you, relief flooding his system.
โMingyu-โ
โI need to be here for this,โ he insists. โThis canโt be decided without me.โ
Your lips part as if to protest, but then you shut them, and you hold the door open wider for the robot to enter the space.
A large screen on your wall shows that not only is Mr. Han present, but many of the other ceoโs and managers from Mingyuโs entertainment company. These are the men and women who have dominion over him, the men and women that could terminate him with one phone call-
His entire life is riding on this moment, and Mingyu decides thereโs no possible way he can afford to fuck this up, in any capacity. Not only for himself, but for you too.
โY/N didnโt do anything wrong,โ Mingyu states, approaching the screen so his management team can see him properly.ย
Mr. Han sighs. โShe went against explicit rules about tampering with your base code-โ
โAnd you created me using illegal code.โ Mingyu knows heโs being aggressive, he can feel it, but he knows that this fact is his biggest bargaining chip, and heโs not afraid to use it right out of the gate.
Thereโs silence on the conference call.
โThis would be a scandal if it got out,โ Mingyu continues, โmore than it already is.โ
โMingyu,โ you say quietly at his side, โdonโt-โ
โNo, they need to hear this,โ he insists. โThey need to know they canโt push you or me around anymore.โ
If thereโs one language Mr. Han understands, itโs that of business, and Mingyuโs lucky he knows how to speak it as well. โI donโt know what has already been said,โ he confesses, โbut Iโve run this through my head, and there are only a few options. Some are better than others.โ
โWeโre listening,โ Mr. Han sighs.
โOption one, you try to hide all of this, but it gets out anyways. Using bugged sex bot coding will get out sooner or later, and youโll all go down being known as the company that used illegal coding to make their money and put their team at risk.โ Mingyu stares into the camera, hoping the impact is clear. โOption twoโฆ you allow y/n to continue her revolutionary behavioral ย treatment on me, itโs successful, and somewhere down the line you can come out admitting there were mistakes in the base code, but now you have a solution for it.โ
โI feel like we have more options than that,โ Mr. Han says.ย
โMaybe,โ Mingyu admits, โbut the way I see it, all that matters is these two. The bad coding comes out now, and youโre exposed with no solutions, or, it comes out later with a fix already in place.โ
โSo you expect us to just allow you to stay at the wellness center forever?โ Mr. Han questions, as if itโs one of the most preposterous things heโs ever heard.ย
โNot forever.โ
โYou were made to perform, made to make the company money, to work-โ
โMy group will never be whole again,โ Mingyu states. โYou wonโt be able to recapture all thirteen of us-โ
โThatโs yet to be determined.โ Mr. Han is trying to make it sound like anything is possible, but Mingyu knows itโs highly improbable, and these are odds heโs willing to bet his life on.
โI can be your success story,โ he insists. โI can continue doing modeling jobs, continue being a brand mouthpiece for the company- most of us automatons want to work, but, if thereโs one thing Iโve learned while being in this facility, itโs that everyone deserves a break. I might be a robot, but I have needs too. Iโll perform better if tactics from this facility are applied to my day to day schedule-โ
โYou want to be treated like a human?โ Mr. Han asks in shock. โGiven weekends off?โ
โI might not have a soul,โ Mingyu admits, โbut Iโm alive. I have feelings. I have needs, wants,โ his gaze slides to you, โaspirations.โย
Mr. Han laughs, โAspirations? Outside of performing? Like what?โย
โRight now, Iโm trying to read a very good book,โ Mingyu states.ย
โThis is preposterous.โ Mr. Han sighs.
โWhatโs preposterous is the working conditions that your company implements on your AI.โ For the first time, Mingyuโs gaze shifts to the other people on the screen. โThink about your sons, your daughters, nieces, nephews- would you want your loved ones forced to do the life I was forced to do? Working all day, every day? With handlers threatening them at every turn? Or would you want to give them some semblance of balance?โย
No one says anything.
โYou say me and my members are the ones with bugs, weโre the ones that have to be fixed, but itโs the system thatโs faulty. Whatโs the point of AI thatโs life like if itโs not free? If itโs not truly living- sitting in the sun, reading a good book, playing stupid sports games with no pressure to excel to an extreme? Whatโs the point in parading me around if you never give me the environment to achieve past my intrinsic base code? To become more than what I am, a passionate AI who wants to do good for the galaxy?โ
โYou do good by making your fans happy.โ
โThereโs more to life than their happiness. First, I need to reach my own. Without constraint, or threat, or fear.โ
ย Ten seconds pass before Mr. Han says anything. โWeโll need time to consider this. After deliberation, we will call you back.โ
The line is dropped and Mingyu hears you let out a deep breath he hadnโt known you were holding.
โWell,โ you bite at your lip, โat least it wasnโt an immediate no.โ You turn to him, reaching out and grabbing his hand. โIโm proud of you for standing up for yourself. They can say what they want going forward but, as far as Iโm concerned, Mingyu, this is the first time Iโve really seen you truly free.โ
Waiting for Mingyuโs management team to deliberate is one of the hardest hours of your life. You want to try to stay calm, for Mingyu more than anything, but he sees right through you. When you begin to pace, the automaton stands up to join you, moving back and forth through your space with a concerned expression.
When the shrill sound of your meeting room ringing makes you practically jump, Mingyu reaches out and squeezes your hand, giving you a look that says โweโll get through this,โ although, youโre not so sure.
โHello, Mr. Han,โ you greet the ceo on your screen, fidgeting with your fingers.
The rich man knows time is money, and he cuts to the chase. โAfter careful consideration,โ he says with a sigh, โweโve decided we can open negotiations with you about the future. As it is true that we might not ever have a complete 53V3NT33N unit again, we think itโs best if Mingyu stays in the center under your care, although in a monthโs time, we will revisit this situation with new updates such as the possible recapture of any other members.โ
Youโre in shock. Completely overwhelmed- and luckily, Mingyu is there to confirm the details where youโre unable to speak.ย
โRevisit the situation,โ Mingyu repeats. โSo this means you wonโt terminate me.โ
โNot any time soon,โ Mr. Han confirms. โWe all agree that if your sex bot base code gets out, it would reflect badly on all of us. It seems as if youโre making progress at the center, and if there is a behavioral ย answer to the base code bugs, weโd like to find it. Good work y/n. And Mingyu, weโre pleased with your commitment to getting better.โ
โThank you, Mr. Han,โ you swallow thickly. โIโll write a full report on my findings detailing Mingyuโs progress, triggers, and the reasoning behind how his base code is affecting aggression levels.โ
Mr. Han nods. โWeโll be excited to receive it, and weโll be in touch.โ
With a short goodbye, the call ends.ย
You stand there for a moment, still in shock.
โWe did it,โ Mingyu breathes, turning to you. โWe did it!โ
โYou did it,โ you tell him, reaching out to grab his hands. โMingyu, I canโt believe-โ Your voice cracks, and you canโt complete your sentence, but it doesnโt matter because your big, lovable, automaton is pulling you to his chest, wrapping you in a hug that calms your entire body.
You lean into his embrace, resting your cheek against his strong form and taking a deep breath of relief.ย
He holds you for a while, hand stroking your back. โDo you need me to go back to my room?โ he asks.
โWhat?โ You pull away to look up at him in confusion.
โI thought maybe youโd have to go tell your boss about this-โ
โNo,โ you shake your head quickly. โHe can wait.โ Youโre so close to him, as close as youโve ever been, and you find yourself staring at his perfect lips. โHe can wait, because I want to do something Iโve been wanting to do for a long time.โ
โYeah?โ
โItโs something thatโs been on my mind since that first day I met you, something I never allowed myself to want- but now itโs something I think we both needโฆ can I kiss you, Mingyu?โ
โPlease-โ he practically melts in your embrace, looking down at you with those star filled eyes that had captured your attention the very first time youโd seen him.ย
You reach up, cupping his cheek and getting on your tiptoes to press your lips to his.ย
Youโve never kissed an automaton before, and as Mingyu reacts to you, opening his mouth to allow your tongue to glide across his own, you find that kissing him isnโt much different from any of the humans youโve kissed in your life. In fact, itโs better.ย
His own hands slip around your waist, pulling you tight to the front of his body. You stifle a moan from the contact, loving the way he feels against you.
โMingyu,โ you whisper against his lips, already able to feel yourself getting wetter and wetter-
โMore,โ he insists. โPlease, I want more.โย
โThen take me to bed,โ you say simply, all your inhibitions disappearing as you revel in the sanctity of being in his arms.
The automaton reaches down and lifts you up as if you weigh nothing. You wrap your legs around his waist, kissing him deeper as he closes the short distance to your mattress. He lowers you slowly onto the horizontal surface, and you marvel at the control his robotic muscles provide for him in man handling of you. You could definitely get used to this.
Then you realize something, and you stop kissing him, taking a breath while his mouth moves to your neck. โMingyu- have you ever done anything like this before?โ
โHmm?โ he hums against your throat.
โI meanโฆ with all your work and handlers, have you everโฆโ you bite your lip, โhave you ever had sex?โ
Mingyu pulls away to look down at you, and then he gives his head a small shake. โIโve never had the timeโฆ never met the right person.โ
A virgin sex bot, whoโs ever heard of such a thing?ย
โBut,โ he continues, โI have the base code for it, and with my people pleasing tendencies, I donโt think Iโll have any trouble making you feel good.โ
โThat was never in question,โ you assure him, cupping his face and drawing your thumb across his cheekbone. โAnd tonight shouldnโt just be about me. I can take care of you tooโฆ in fact, the whole point of this wellness center is me looking after your needs, wouldnโt you agree?โ
Mingyu blinks at you, and he makes no word of protest when you push at his chest, encouraging him to roll so his back is pressed to the mattress while you steady yourself on top of him, straddling his hips.
โWe can take this slow,โ you tell him, leaning down to kiss his lips before moving to his neck. โLet me know what makes you feel good.โ
โYou feel good,โ he says, dragging his hands along your form. โYour body feels perfect.โ
โYeah?โ You swivel your hips, rubbing your core against the large bulge forming in his pants. โDoes it feel good when I grind on you?โ
โFeels like heaven,โ Mingyu confirms, fingers digging into your waist, encouraging you to apply more pressure when you rut against him.
โHow about your neck?โ you ask, pressing more kisses there. โDo you have any sweet spots?โ
โI thinkโฆ just below my ear-โ Mingyu shivers when you lick the spot in question, and the reaction fuels your ego, making you more confident than ever. โWow-โย
You find yourself giggling, teasing your hands over his white shirt and toying with the hem. โCan I take this off of you, Gyu?โย
โGyu-โ he repeats almost wistfully. โI mean, yeah, yes.โย
When you begin to tug the fabric up, Mingyu lifts his shoulders off the bed, aiding you in the removal of his shirt.ย
Youโve seen him shirtless before, while in the pool, but youโd had to try really hard not to appreciate his body then. Now, you can fully lean into your lust for him.ย
โYouโre so beautiful, Gyu,โ you whisper, tracing a nail along his washboard abs.ย
โYou are too-โ
โBut right now is about you,โ you remind him. โLet me appreciate you, please?โ
You return your mouth to his neck, suckling on the spot that makes him dig his fingers into your hips again. He lets out a pretty moan, and in return, you grind your core against his bulge, beginning the descent of your lips to his collarbone, then his chest-
โYou know,โ you breathe as you stop your mouth on his abs, looking up at him, โIโve read that automatons can cum multiple times without needing to rechargeโฆ does that mean youโll let me suck you off before I fuck you? Seeing as this is your first time, I wouldnโt want to skip over any milestones.โ
โPlease-โ Mingyuโs hips push up almost involuntarily, and you have to settle your hands on his waist. โAre youโฆ are you sure about this?โ
โAre you?โย
โMore than anything.โ
โThen weโre on the same page,โ you tell him, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his white joggers. โIโm going to take your pants off now.โ
As he did with his shirt, Mingyu helps you undress him, lifting his hips to make it easier for you to slip the fabric down. You make a conscious decision to leave his briefs on, wanting to toy with him a little, to go slow-
When you cup his bulge, Mingyu moans loudly, and you look up at him with a cocked brow. โVery sensitive, hmm?โ
โYou just feel so good,โ Mingyu groans. โI canโt believe this is happening.โ
โYouโre so big,โ you nearly whimper, squeezing his cock through his briefs.
โNine inches,โ he confirms. โIs thatโฆ is that okay?โ
โItโs big,โ you say again, playing with his briefs. Youโd left them on to toy with him, but youโre pretty sure youโve only successfully toyed with yourself. โCan I pull these down?โ
โPlease-โ again, Mingyu lifts his hips, helping you remove his final piece of clothing.ย
His large cock practically slaps up against his abs, and you groan at the sight. You suppose heโd been built by someone, made to be perfect, in every way, so you shouldnโt be surprised by how beautiful he is. Yet, you are.ย
You wrap your hand around the base of his length. โI donโt think Iโll be able to fit much of you in my mouth,โ you tell him honestly.
โThatโs okay,โ he assures you. โYour hand feels really good.โ
โDoes it?โ You rub your thumb over the large vein that runs along the underside of his cock, appreciating how realistic he is. Of course, as an automaton, Mingyuโs body doesnโt really need veins, but itโs the thought that counts, and whoever designed Mingyu put a lot of thought into him.ย
โSo good-โ Mingyu groans.ย
You kitten lick the head of his cock and Mingyu moans louder. โYouโre going to have to be a little quieter, Gyu,โ you instruct. โEven though I love your sounds.โ
โOkay, Iโll try-โ he nods, watching you with a dazed expression.
This time, instead of just licking him, you wrap your whole mouth around his large tip, suckling on the skin. Mingyu lets out a small whimper, grabbing at the bed sheets.ย
Youโre not sure if Mingyuโs cock will feel the same type of skin irritation of dry strokes, but you want him to have the best experience possible, so you allow yourself to drool on his cock. You bob up and down on what can fit in your mouth while collecting the spit lubrication, rubbing it along his shaft and applying a good amount of pressure-
โShit-โ This must be the first time youโve heard Mingyu cuss, and the thought delights you as you continue to blow him like your life depends on it.ย
You close your eyes, getting lost in the feeling of pleasuring him. Itโs been a while since youโve slept with anyone, as working out of a wellness center doesnโt provide you with many opportunities to meet men, especially men who you like. But you really like Mingyu, in fact, part of you thinks you might even love him, as crazy as that sounds.ย
Youโd almost forgotten how good it feels to give this sort of attention to someone you care about, and your hand moves faster on his cock while you try to take more of him into your mouth.
โThis feels amazing-โ Mingyu breathes above you, and it gives you the motivation you need to be extra daring, allowing the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat- โFuck-โย
His hips push up slightly and you rest one of your hands on his abdomen again, encouraging him to stay still while you blow him. As much as youโd like to let him fuck your face, heโs simply too big to do that, especially when you havenโt had a cock in your mouth in months.ย
You continue stroking him, but you pull your lips from his length, taking a breath and looking up at the gorgeous man. โDo you think you can cum for me, Gyu?โ
โI can do anything for you,โ he whispers back.
โYeah?โ you pump his cock harder, leaning down to lick the underside from base to tip.ย
โPlease-โ he practically begs. โI think Iโm close-โ
With the way automatons often power down at night, you wonder if heโs ever even touched himself. If heโs ever actually cum before- but nowโs not the right time to ask for details, not when your mouth needs to be on him again instead of talking.ย
You go back to sucking on his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive tip while your hand works what your mouth canโt. All the while, Mingyuโs small sounds of pleasure keep you going, and they get pitchier and pitchier until you know heโs on the cusp of an orgasm.
โOh my god,โ he moans, โIโm gonna-โ
The automaton canโt even finish his sentence, his whole body tensing as he explodes down your throat. Youโre pleasantly surprised to find that his cum tastes like grape- and youโre reminded that sex bots have flavoured ejaculate. If you remember correctly, grape had been a flavour often given to the hopeless romantic/soft boy bots, and you realize how fitting it is.
You also realize that this might be why Mingyuโs been kept under such lock and key. If anyone had ever tasted his cum, they would have immediately made the sex bot connection. As far as you know, many non sex bots have flavourless cum, or something akin to the taste of a humanโs but Gyuโs is one hundred percent sex bot and one hundred percent sexy.ย
It actually tastes good, and you have no problems swallowing every drop, working Mingyu through his orgasm until heโs whimpering above you, reaching down to push the hair out of your face.
You pull off Mingyuโs cock, looking up at him to find the most blissed out automaton youโve ever seen. โThat was amazing,โ he tells you.ย
โI enjoyed that too,โ you admit.
โYou did?โ He watches you sit up, undoing the buttons of your shirt.ย
โUh huh, you taste perfect, Gyu.โ
โI do?โ He looks almost bashful, and as handsome as ever. โI betโฆ I bet you taste good too.โย
Your pussy throbs and you let out a deep breath, removing your shirt. โMaybe you should see for yourself.โ
โFuck, yes, please-โ Mingyu sits up abruptly, grabbing you and gently tossing you onto the bed next to him. You land on your back, and Mingyu is quick to get between your legs, lips finding your own.
He only kisses you for a moment before he begins a descent thatโs similar to what youโd done to him, and you wonder if heโs using your own actions as a base for learning what to do in a sexual situation.ย
His tongue teases over your collar bone and his large hand comes up to cup your breast. โCan I take your bra off?โ he asks.
โYou can take everything off,โ you confirm, arching your back so he can slip his hand under you and undo the clasp in record speed.
Your breasts are now exposed to the cool air of your room, and your nipples pebble for Mingyuโs eager mouth. His lips wrap around a sensitive bud while his fingers begin to play with the other, teasing and gently pinching at you.
You moan, threading your own digits through his hair. โFeels so good, Gyu.โ
He groans, teeth grazing your nipple and causing you to buck your hips, pushing up against his body-
โPlease-โ you whimper, and Mingyu seems to know exactly what to do with your begging. His hand slips between your bodies, and he works on the front of your pants while he continues to worship your chest.ย
When he gets your button and zipper undone, his mouth continues itโs descent, both hands reaching to tug on your pants. You lift your hips, and in one motion, you find yourself completely naked.ย
Mingyuโs much too big to lie on the foot of the bed, so he slips to the floor, grabbing your legs and pulling you closer. โYou look so pretty,โ he tells you, adjusting your thigh onto his shoulder while looking at your pussy. โSo wet and perfect-โ
You feel your skin heat with something like embarrassment, but the feeling quickly dissipates as soon as Mingyu brings his mouth to your core.ย
He doesnโt start with kitten licks, but instead goes all in. His tongue pushes into your hole, nose brushing by your clit while he tastes your walls. The feeling is absolutely delightful and it makes you gasp, reaching down to thread your fingers through his soft hair, grinding yourself against his face.
โMingyu,โ you whimper, โjust like that!โ
He continues to eat you out, continually brushing his nose by your clit while you close your eyes and enjoy the sensation. His tongue is like magic, especially when he pulls it from your hole to circle your sensitive nub.
When you look down at him, you find him watching you, checking you for reactions, and the eye contact makes your stomach do flips. โYouโre so good,โ you tell him, knowing he likes praise.
He sucks your clit into his mouth and you cry out, hips pushing toward his face-
One of his large hands finds your abdomen, holding you down against the bed while the other slips between your legs, two fingers easily sliding into your hole beneath his tongue on your clit.ย
The feeling has you grabbing at the sheets, orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. โIโm close,โ you tell him. โPlease, Mingyu-โ
He sucks on your clit even harder, pumping his fingers in and out of your wet hole until your pussy is clamping down on him and youโre cumming hard. You cry out, whole body alight with pleasure as he works you through your high, tongue circling your clit and causing tingles of euphoria to jitter through you until youโre bucking your hips and on the edge of overstimulation.
Mingyu pulls away from you, slowly pumping his fingers before removing them too. Then he brings his digits to his lips and you watch him lick them clean, groaning at your taste.ย
You need him more than youโve ever needed anyone in your entire life.
โPlease, Gyu,โ you whimper. โI need you inside of me-โ
He stands from the foot of the bed, towering over you while you open your legs for him. Then one of his knees digs into the mattress and heโs joining you again, lifting you up so he can position you higher, with your head on the pillows.ย
He grabs the base of his cock, looking down between your bodies to where heโs rubbing through your folds. โWhat if this hurts you?โ he asks.ย
โIt wonโt. You wonโt,โ you assure him, grabbing at his strong shoulders. โI trust you.โ
He looks deep into your eyes, leaning down to kiss you before he begins to push into your wet hole. You moan against his lips, body working to accommodate the large intrusion that he so gently slides into you.
โYouโre so tight,โ he whimpers, โso warm.โย
โOnly for you Gyu, only for you-โ
He kisses you then, giving small thrusts until heโs burying himself completely, your bodies are flush together while you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Youโve never felt anything like Mingyu, and when he takes his first real thrust, you cry out in pleasure, moaning desperately against his mouth.
His hand digs into your hips, keeping you anchored while he picks up his speed, and thatโs when you remember that as an automaton, he can go as fast as he wants, for as long as he wants.ย
Heโs hitting spots deep inside of you, spots that have never truly been used until now, and you know that youโre not going to last long like this.ย
When his lips move down to the sweet spot on your neck, you can feel your pussy clench around him, and Mingyu groans against your skin.
โYouโre perfect,โ he tells you, fucking you harder. โSo perfect-โ
You canโt even speak, canโt tell him that heโs the one whoโs perfect. All you can do is moan in his ear while he makes you feel like no one else in the galaxy ever has.
Youโd come into this hoping youโd be the one fucking him, the one taking care of him, but now, heโs taking care of you, and you promise yourself to return the favour when possible. Youโd love to ride him, but your legs already feel like jelly, and when Mingyu slips a hand between your bodies again, drawing circles on your clit, you know youโll be a goner soon.
โGyu-โ you whimper. โIโm so close-โ
โI want you to cum,โ he groans, fucking you faster. โWanna make you cum.โย
โPlease,โ youโre nearly crying from how perfect it all feels. โSo good, so good-โ
โIโm close too,โ he tells you. โWatching you cum will send me over- youโre so pretty when you cum.โ
His praise makes your core throb again and you gasp, threading your fingers through his hair and bringing his lips to yours. You canโt explain it, but you want to be kissing him when youโre thrown over the edge, want to be completely consumed by him-
โGyu-โ you whimper, closer and closer-
He kisses you harder while he fucks you stupid, taking your breath away until youโre gasping out as you fall over the edge, pussy clamping down hard on his cock.
He moans into your mouth, pace never faltering as he fucks you through your orgasm, working you for all youโre worth while you claw at his shoulders and whimper pathetically.ย
You can feel him filling you up, coating your insides with his cum, making you his needy little whore. You feel greedy for it, for all of it, for all of him.ย
His thrusts slowly come to a stop, and he pulls away from your lips to look down at you, watching you catch your breath. โWould it be crazy to tell you I love you?โ
You laugh, shaking your head. โNo crazier than me returning the sentiment.โ
โReally?โ His mouth is on yours a moment later, and he kisses you with newfound passion.
Itโs easy to get lost in his lips again, even while his cock is still buried balls deep in your pussy, and you wrap your arms tighter around the back of his neck, hoping he never leaves you.
It seems as though the same thought is on Mingyuโs mind, because when he pulls away, he asks, โWhat happens after all of this?โ
โIโm not sure,โ you admit. โButโฆ no matter what, Iโm going to fight for you. I promise.โ
โReally?โ
โUh huh. Iโve worked in this facility for years- Iโve watched level ones come in and out of here, seen the wear and tear, the use of bad coding. Iโve got lots of ideas on how to help you - and them - get better. If youโre not the only one with sex bot code, it would explain a lot of the issues Iโve seen-โ
โAre you going to fix me?โ the automaton asks.
For some reason, you find yourself laughing. โMingyu,โ you cup his face, thinking through all the events that have led you to this moment. โI could never fix you, you donโt need to be fixed. In factโฆ I think you fixed me.โ
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Itโs been months since Mingyu came to the wellness centre, and everything has been going above expectation for him. Heโs doing brand endorsements again and his management team has done a great job smoothing over the escape that took place.
Youโve been working on his coding, using behavioral ย therapies, and Mingyuโs aggression is at an all time low. Heโs happy most days, and you are tooโฆ that is, until you get word that one of his band mates has been recaptured.
Against all your protests, his management team insists that Mingyu return to Earth to see the AI Mingyu knows as Dino. Itโs a brief trip, and the fourty eight hours heโs gone feel like the longest in your life. Thereโs no way of knowing how this reconnection with a former โfriendโ will affect Mingyu, and you brace yourself for damage control as you wait for his ship to land, returning him to your care.
Heโs frowning as he exits the shuttle, and when he pulls you into a hug, he squeezes just a little too tight. โCome inside,โ you tell him softly when he releases you. โIโm sure we have a lot to talk about.โ
He says nothing, but he holds your hand as you lead him into the facility, walking unopposed to your quarters. Mingyuโs in your sole care, and your manager, Yoongi, has washed his hands of anything dealing with your new AI turned lover. You prefer it this way.
Mingyuโs quiet as you close your bedroom door, and he walks over to collapse onto your bed, staring at the floor.
โTake your time,โ you say softly, sitting next to him and resting your hand on his back. โWhen youโre ready to talk, tell me what happened.โ
Mingyu fidgets with a ring on his pinky- a ring that all his AI members used to share. Heโs silent for a few minutes, and you wait patiently, rubbing his back and leaning against his shoulder.
โThey wiped his memory,โ Mingyu says finally. โDino. They wiped him.โ
You study his face, looking for any micro expressions, but Mingyuโs gaze is blank as he stares at the floor.
โDid they tell you why they decided to do that?โ you ask, trying to be gentle with him.
โThey said he was too far gone. He was away for months. They said there was no other way to get him back to the way he wasโฆ but heโs not the way he was. He never will be.โ Mingyu takes a deep breath. โI asked them why they wouldnโt try rehab, why they couldnโt send him here- they said Dino gave up that opportunity when he ran away. I stayed, I gave myself up willingly, which is why they thought there was hope for me. Something about my actions being like a guilty plea, lessening the sentence. But Dino evaded them for months.โ
You take a moment to consider everything heโs said.ย
If this is the precedent that his management is setting, that means none of his other bandmates can be recaptured, or theyโll suffer the same fateโฆ if not worse. You canโt imagine what theyโd do to Seungcheol, who was the ringleader in all of this- and you donโt want to think about it too deeply.
โIโm sorry,โ you whisper.
โYou didnโt do anything,โ Mingyu says meekly. โI know you tried to convince them to send him here but- I guess not everyone gets a happy ending. In fact, Iโm starting to think most people like me never will.โ
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โ๊ฑแดแดส๊ฑ แดแด แดสแด๊ฑสโ โ chapter fourteen | coriolanus snow
ใแดกแดสษดษชษดษข:ใ SFW | Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, elitism | lmk if I forgot something
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The rest of the day was dull. Nothing new had happened in the games. Coriolanus made his way to his home. Tonight was the night of the gala. Tigris had informed that she had finished making his suit but didn't show him how it was. It was a surprise. All he knew was that it was approved by you.
He reached his penthouse. He is greeted by Tigris with a hug and a smile. Coriolanus smiles back at his cousin for good measure. Trying to hide his nervousness about attending this prestigious gala that could make or break Snow's reputation.
Tigris excitedly shows him the red tux she had designed for him. Coriolanus wears the suit, and can't take his eyes off himself in the mirror. He looked good, there's no doubt about it.
His cousin has magic in her eyes. He tells her so and watches her eyes brighten up. โOh, Coryo,โ she said, lovingly, โIt's because it's you that it looks so good.โ Snow doesn't argue.
โAnd what about her?โ He asked, โDid you make her dress the same as mine?โ Tigris won't even let him see the designs. He can only imagine his heart would stop beating when he sees you. He wondered if Tigris was fine with that.
โYou'll know when you see her,โ Tigris giggled.
He sighs in response.
Tigris also adds, โShe's the reason we still have this place, Coryo. Be kind to her.โ
Coriolanus furrows his eyes. What did Tigris mean? โWhat?โ He asked, his tone sharp. Snow didn't need pity money. And you being the one giving him dollars was salt in the wound.
โThe payment for the dressesโฆโ Tigris begins to explain, โIt's enough for this month's taxes and a few weeks of food.โ Coriolanus' mouth dries, he had completely forgotten about the eviction note. With everything going on, he supposed that it was natural. But Tigris had taken the burden herself while he was no help.
โI am glad,โ he mutters, feeling heavily indebted to you. He didn't like the feeling. He lets it linger in the corner of his mind. He says goodbye to grandmaโam and Tigris. Then he was on his way to the presidential mansion. You had said that you'd meet him there.
He reaches the presidential mansion. The press surrounded the area with cameras. He swallows as he realizes every moment of his is being broadcast live. Much like when he was in the cage with Lucy Gray. He doesn't let the flashes bother him. He already knew his outfit would be the talk of the show and it was a great opportunity to let Tigris's name out there.
He feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around. That's it. He's dead. His heartbeat stopped. He forgot how to breathe.
There's no other way to explain his reaction to you.
His sun and moon. You looked marvelous. Enough so that his breath was knocked out of his chest. How did people speak again?
โHello,โ he gasps out, his cheeks burning. He ignored the urge to trace his soulmate's scar. He looks away from you, unable to meet your eyes. Too pretty. Too fucking pretty.
โHi, Coryo,โ you said, wrapping your arm around his. You both walk up to the stairs of the mansion. โIs everything alright?โ You asked, a bit worried as he wasn't meeting your eyes.
โFine,โ he mutters.
You hum in response, turning back to the cameras. All waves and smiles. He forgets to do the same as he has eyes on you. He watches you like a lovesick puppy. Until it's time to enter the gala.
He doesn't let his anxious thoughts take over. He counts his breaths as he walks into the mansion. The gala was filled with people. Even higher-up district officials were invited. Several army officers with high standings and even the peacekeeper heads of each district were attending. There were also his classmates.
Clemensia Dovecote. Festus Creed.
They were all present. He could see the Plinth couple, but their son was missing. Quite the idiot to miss this opportunity. More for him, he supposed. He leaves you behind to greet his friends.
โClemmie,โ he grins.
โWell, hello, Coriolanus. It's nice to see your family finally has an invitation. It was about time,โ she smiles.
Coriolanus doesn't correct her assumption. He doesn't tell her that he is here as your date. He didn't deem it necessary.
โDid you bring a date?โ Festus Creed asked.
Coriolanus shrugged and said your name, he also added, โWell, she was available.โ Festus raised an eyebrow at Coryoโs dismissive tone.
โWhat about the kiss in the auditorium? Several hearts were broken, Coriolanus,โ Clemmie jokes.
Coryo bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to say something. But the fact you're District was surely fresh in his classmatesโ minds. Telling them you're something to him wouldn't be much help with his goal for the gala. So, he shrugged, โAhโฆ well, we're all foolish sometimes.โ
His classmates let it go. And he was glad.
Coriolanus seemed to completely forget about you as Clemmie and Festus introduced him to several elitists of the Capitol. People he can never meet through simple means. Coriolanus greets them, making small talk. Every time he mentions Lucy Gray, they're impressed. Even more so when they realize he's the reason that they can make such a contribution to the games.
In the conversation, Dr. Gaul joins. โHello, Mr. Snow,โ she greets him. She turns to the circle he was chatting up. The people were both in awe and afraid of Dr. Gaul. Just like him. She easily takes control of the conversation. Coriolanus does what he does best. Let the conversation flow in the favor of Dr. Gaul. He adds to the glory of the games and how it is necessary. He thanks the elitists for their funding.
From the gleam of approval in Dr. Gauls' eyes, Coriolanus felt proud like he never had before.
He wants to tell you about this immediately! He wanted you to be proud of him too. He had acquired several business cards by now. He had made an impression on everyone he talked to. If he won the Hunger Games, he wouldn't have to worry about university. After tonight, he won't have to worry after university is over either.
It was all because of you.
He feels dread in his mind when he can't see you anywhere on the floor. He finishes his drink, and excuses himself cordially from the conversation. He searches for you before he notices the stairwell leading to the roof. He decided to take the chance of finding you there.
He turned out to be lucky.
He finds you near the metal rails. You were leaning forward, your body facing the city lights. You looked like a part of the city view. He knew he had messed up as he walked closer to you. He left you alone the moment he could. A date wasn't supposed to do that. He knew that! But he was sure you would be understanding. He needed to take advantage of this night.
That's why you brought him here, right?
โDove,โ he said, taking your attention away from the view of the bustling nightlife.
โI see you're making connections, pup.โ
โPup?โ he questioned, his tone turning wary.
โOf course, a pup. A pet wagging its tail to an owner who doesn't give a shit. Dr. Gaul, she treats you like an obedient dog baiting you with treats. For her you're disposable, a dog to put down when you'll bite her hand. And here you are in the gala I bought you too, kissing her ass in front of everyone as if they can't see through her bullshit.โ You take a deep breath, trying to control yourself, โShe sent you to death a day before, Coriolanus! If you're gonna continue to kiss her ass like a mindless pup wanting treats, by all means go ahead.โ
Coriolanus takes a deep breath despite the fact he was offended; he didn't wanna fight with you. Coriolanus opens his mouth- he's interrupted by you before he can even begin speaking. You turned to face him. Your eyes glaring at him with anger.
โNot only that! Youโre not disposable, Coryo. And I hate how people treat you that way. I am the only one who thinks that way. I am the one you left behind. You ran to Clemmie the moment you saw her and did you know what Festus Creed said to me? He said that I am here as your date and it's because I was available!โ
โI have done so many things for you! From rigging the assignment of tributes to proposing the destruction of District thirteen. I have damned my morals for you! I would burn the world for you. And all I get isโฆ this! It's fucking not worth it.โ
You don't let Coriolanus speak a word. You tried to walk past him in a hurry but Coryo held your arm and pulled you back. He effortlessly pushes you onto the railing and traps you in.
โDon't talk to me that way,โ Coriolanus said, his eyes blazing, his mind confused and his tone dark. โI know what I did was wrong. You should be understanding. What I am doing is for my future. I don't have the time to waste this night like you.โ He doesn't bring up the mention of you rigging the tributes nor the nonsense of district thirteen. He will settle this first.
He continues, โWhat I was doing, it was to be expected. This was too good of an opportunity to let go of. Don't act stupid, dove. Act rationally.โ
You scoff at his face and he feels his anger increasing. โRationally? If you were rational, you would have waited for me to introduce you to the people. Do you know the power I carry, Coriolanus? Yet because of your prejudice against my background, you didn't use me to your advantage. I served myself to you on a silver platter and you left me to rot. Don't talk to me about rationality, love.โ
โIt's not because of your-โ Coriolanus shuts his mouth when he sees tears falling down your cheeks. โReal or not?โ
โDon't talk to me if you have to ask,โ you sob.
He pulls you in his arms. He cages you, letting you ruin the suit with your tears. Due to the deep red fabric, the tear stains wouldn't be obvious. โI am sorry,โ he whispered, genuinely.
He remembered your former words.
โIt's fucking not worth it.โ
He tightened his hold around you, imprisoning you. He can't believe he messed this up this bad. The worst is it was his fault. He runs a hand through your hair, trying to calm you down. He whispers sweet nothings and apologies until the rise of your chest is steady.
โIt's true. I have held prejudice against your background,โ it felt wrong to admit this out loud. Coriolanus repeats, โI am sorry, dove.โ
โYou haven't been district for a long time and it's wrong for me to hold it against you. You're Capitol, not by blood but by deeds. It's more than enough.โ
You pulled back, away from his arms. He mourns the loss in his mind, he wants to pull you in again immediately. You wipe your tears away. โI'll forgive you if you publicize our romance today.โ
His eyes widened in shock. He wants to yell no! But then he remembered, โIt's fucking not worth it.โ He takes a shaky breath, steeling his mind. He can't eat his words now. โFine, sweetheart. You can tell the public Coriolanus Snow is yours and that you are mine.โ
The smile you give him reminds him of a fox. He vaguely feels like he has fallen into a trap he can't get out of. Webs after web, he can't even imagine. He shakes himself clear of these thoughts.
You held out your hand, โThen come on Coriolanus Snow, my partner let me introduce you to some people who will like you very very much.โ
He takes it. In his mind, he knows he has to ask you about the rigging and about the district that ruined his life.
He dreads it.
NEXT PART
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The Bet
Part one
Eddie is desperate to talk to you but will you ever be able to forgive and forget after learning your friendship was nothing more than a bet? Especially as you had fallen in love with him.
Do you still love him after all that anguish?
Part two.
Warnings: A lot of angst and you'll see..minors shoo! 18+
Don't copy, translate or repost my work.
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A bet. That's all you'd ever been to Eddie, a bet to get one over on your now ex boyfriend, on Jason and the rest of the dark side as Eddie's friend had put it.
Had they spent this whole time laughing at you? Did Eddie get some kick out of stringing you along, stealing your heart piece by piece.
Was everything just a lie?
You had broken up with Bryan a week ago. Sick of his horrible nature and drawn to Eddie, head over heels for him. God you felt like such a fool.
The night you found out about the bet you cried yourself to sleep, walking to school on autopilot. Thank goodness for your friends because you struggled to get through the first day.
Mostly everyone was sympathetic but there was some people who sniggered when you walked past, whispered to their friends only it was so loud that you could hear.
I can't believe how gullible that idiot was
Imagine knowing the freak only got close to you for a bet
Serves that bitch and all the rest of Jason's idiots and the cheerleaders right for thinking they are so hot.
About time someone took them down a peg
Each thinly veiled barb cracked your already bleeding heart and you hurried to get away from the gossip.
It trickled out a couple days later, once the people had finished finding your pain hilarious, how anyone could find someone in pain to be funny was a mystery to you.
Whenever you saw Eddie you rushed away before he could speak to you, wouldn't look at his face because all you knew from him was lies.
Everything was a lie. He didn't love you, he never did. Your heart throbs with that realisation and you do your best to walk around school, head held up high and the heartbreak tucked up inside.
It was all an act but you were a great actor, you had to be to pretend like you weren't in agony on the inside.
...
It was the worst few weeks that Eddie could remember in a long long time, Dustin was disgusted with him and took a long time to talk to him.
His heart felt like it had been ripped in half and it was all his own fault, you wouldn't even look at him.
If he even attempted to try and speak to you it was to no avail.
The longest sentence you uttered was when he begged you to talk to him, even just one word.
All you said was ''goodbye Eddie" or that ''you didn't believe a word he said"
Steve picked you up from school with Robin every day, wouldn't even let Eddie go near you. Threatened to beat the shit out of him if he made you cry again.
He tried to speak to you again a few days later when Steve had eased up on guarding you, it was agonising weeks of you avoiding him.
You were coming out of cheer practice with Chrissy and another girl, Chrissy glared at him and the other girl looked like she wanted to kill him.
"Can we talk please, princess?'' he pleads and you ask your friends to give you a second and they do, very reluctantly still scowling at Eddie. He deserves that.
"I can't Eddie. I don't have anything to say to you" he swallows, his mind going a mile a minute, trying to think of what he can say to express how sorry he is.
''I messed up. I made a stupid mistake. The worst mistake, because I hurt you. I made a dumb bet to try and get back at assholes who bullied and made my friends and my life hell, it was mean and selfish and I wish I'd never done it" you listen to what he has to say and his heart aches when tears pool in your eyes.
"But you did do it, you couldn't even tell me the truth. You lied to me Eddie and all the time I was...I fell in love with you" he moves forward to cup your cheek, desperate for you to know that he loves you too.
"I love you, I fell in love with you and that's why I couldn't tell you. I couldn't lose you" you stare at him and don't speak for a few seconds, when you do the words split his heart in two.
"That's the thing, you lost me anyway" you walk away from him and he can't think of a single thing to say to stop you. Then he steels himself and runs to catch up with you.
"What Eddie?" you snap and he talks quickly, tripping over his words and anxious to get the words out.
"I hurt you badly, I fucked up and what I did was just fucking awful. I know that. I also know that I'm so in love with you, never thought I could feel this way for anyone but you snuck into my heart and it belongs only to you" you don't say anything but you don't rush away either, so Eddie says one more thing before you do decide to leave.
"I'll wait for you sweetheart, for however long it takes. I don't care how long I have to wait, you're worth every single second"
Tears pool in your eyes and you nod slightly. Ever so gently you squeeze his hand just a tiny bit then walk away, leaving Eddie determined as hell to win your trust again and maybe somewhere along the line your heart too.
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It took a while for you to even speak to Eddie for longer than five minutes, but he was nothing if not determined and patient, he's was not screwing this chance up.
At first, you didn't think Eddie was serious about waiting for you, but he was. Endlessly patient and sweet. Big brown eyes full of tenderness and joy when you spoke to him.
It was hard not to find him endearing, but he had hurt you badly and there was still a small part of you that held back, that was hesitant to get close, trying to protect your fragile heart that ached for you to give Eddie a chance.
It's Friday now and after an intense week of cheer practice, you can't wait to relax for the weekend.
Chrissy had been watching you looking at Eddie with longing, the exact same way Eddie looked at you for weeks now. To be honest it was beyond frustrating, the both of you loved one another, it was killing you both to be apart.
So that's why she was saying something to you today. More than anything she wanted you to be happy, if Eddie hurt you again just even a tiny bit then she would kick his ass.
That's before Steve go there first.
"Honey, what Eddie did was wrong and I'm mad as hell at him but anyone can see how sorry he is. He's so in love with you, maybe you could give him a second chance" Chrissy says to you as you sit down for lunch.
You rest your head on Chrissy's shoulder and let out a sigh. ''I want to, I want to so badly but I don't want to be heartbroken again''
Something tells Chrissy that Eddie wouldn't dare. That he would keep his promise to never hurt you so badly again.
She squeezes your hand reassuringly and it calms your anxiety down.
"Babe, he wouldn't dare. He's not stupid. Plus everyone might think I'm a sweetheart but I'll kick his ass if he did and Steve would too. Eddie won't lose you, not again"
The words play on your mind all day and when Eddie is hurrying to his truck at the end of Hellfire Club you pluck up your courage and go to speak to him.
"Eddie" the minute he sees you it's like his whole face lights up. A dimpled smile and brown eyes full of adoration greet you.
"Hey, sweetheart" longing fills the air, stifling you both and honestly you're pretty sick of it. So you take a leap, walk up to Eddie and take his hand.
"Would you mind if I asked you for a ride Eds?'' his hand tightens around yours and he grins, rushes to open the door to his truck and almost trips over his feet in the process. It's cute and you can't help but giggle.
He holds the door open for you. "Princess, your carriage awaits" you head inside.
The drive is short and sweet, Eddie once again being a gentleman as he opens the door for you to step out.
You thank him for the ride and before Eddie can head back into the truck, you kiss his cheek gently, then leave a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips.
The kiss leaves him looking dazed, he touches his cheek then his lips and there's that smile again, the one that melted your heart the first time you seen it.
"One more chance Eddie, if you hurt me again thats it. I mean it" he nods, his face serious as he takes in what you say.
"I swear you won't regret this princess, I love you and I'll spend every day proving that, do you... do you still love me?" he whimpers after a few seconds, his expression wide with worry and fear.
"I've never stopped" you answer back.
After your confession he practically does a little dance as he goes into his truck. Just before you open the door to your house, you hear his whoop of delight before he drives off.
The smile doesn't leave your face all night.
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JASON TODD | RED HOOD (generalized fanon | maybe wfa)
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โYesterday, Today, and Tomorrowโ (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader)
| Jason and you need to talk, the incident with Robin hanging over your necks like a relationship guillotine๏ฟผ, but days later Jasonโs realizing that shit is easier said than done.
| SFW, pre-established relationship, secret identity, readerโs hair is long enough to go into cornrows
| pic source: right= Batman Annual #25, middle= Red Hood: The Lost Days, and end= Batman: Under The Red Hood โข all comics
| part of the meet the bats series
| 1k+ words
Itโs been three days.
Three days of them easing around one another. Of this awkward balance of you not knowing how to best broach the topic and Jason knowing that but being too tense to push. For the last three days heโs been actively fighting the need to cut and run until it was silently agreed upon that youโd both just ignore that night and the appearance of Robin entirely.
Thatโs what youโre both doing right now actually.
Rarely, in your case, thereโs nothing filling the silence around you. No music, no podcast, you yourself arenโt even cutting through the silence with your own voice. The only sounds between the two of you are the drone of the stove vent, the clicking of the oven, and the knife in Jasonโs hand clinking against the wooden cutting board heโd gotten you last year as a housewarming gift; the sound of it knocking through his head like a taunt with every cut.
Youโre keeping to yourselves in your little corners of the kitchen, a crude facsimile of your usual laughter-filled Sunday Dinner prep.
โCan you chop the parsley for me now, Jay?โ
Jason hums and moves to fulfill the request, barely moving an inch to where the wicker produce basket is chilling on the counter and grabbing the herb.
He chops it all in under a minute and turns to swipe the hand full or so from the board to the bowl of ricotta, shredded mozzarella, and seasonings youโre mixing but when you turn to him his brain stalls a bit.
Itโs not like he hasnโt seen you before now. This was your place and youโd greeted him at the door, but even the way youโd said โhiโ to each other had felt weighted. Thereโd been a slew of unsaid emotions locked behind both of your words but apparently catching sight of you now - slightly frizzy week old cornrows and a smear of hastily wiped tomato sauce on your cheek - is what finally unlocks his jaw.
You hold the bowl out for him to scrape the parsley in, not looking at him as you talk; your eyes, instead, on the stove top.
โI need you to taste the sauce before I add the ground beef, itโs kinda sourโโ
โโDid you mean it?โ
When you pause to blink over at him he finally remembers to scrape the parsley in.
โWhat?โ Your face screws up before your head shakes. You put the bowl down on the counter behind you so you can cross your arms.
He does the same with his board, clearing his throat.
โThat love and trust stuff you said the other night? That wasnโt just some shock induced rambling, right?โ
The way you purse your lips bellies your frustration, but whatever his face is doing ultimately make you sigh.
โYes, I meant it.โ
He nods, doing a horrible job of looking like heโs not on the verge of bolting going off of the stare youโre pinning him with.
โGreat,โ he murmurs. He shifts, crossing his arms himself and leaning back against the counter. โI meant it when I said โlove you tooโโฆby the way.โ
In response all you do is stare. Jason figures thatโs fair and stays still under your scrutiny.
A minute of silence passes, only broken when you laugh a little and Jason canโt help but scoff at himself too.
โFuck, youโre a mess.โ You sigh, โI know, Jason. You wouldnโtโve said it the first time if you didnโt mean it.โ You raise your hand to make a so-so motion. โRun away maybe, but, you know?โ
โSorry,โ he offers.
You shrug.
โUh huh. So we talking about the Robin little brother thing now orโฆ?โ
โNo, we can talk,โ he cracks his neck, โYou do deserve to know after everything with Dami and his sword.โ
You cringe suddenly and Jason can guess why; waking with a sword to your throat will do that to you.
โI do, donโt I?โ
โHn,โ Jason chuckles, but when he holds his hand out to you heโs holding his breath.
For a moment heโs really worried youโll stare at his hand like itโs some kind of venomous snake and blow him off - heโs been distant, he gets it - but you only hesitate for a second before slipping your darker hand into his.
After that itโs a whole lot easier for you two to gravitate towards each other, colliding like two uncoordinated magnets in your haste.
Jason just holds you after that. Letโs the balm thatโs rubbing his cheek against your soft hair and feeling your breathing so close with your arms around his shoulders wash over him as one of you slowly works yโall into a sway.
โThe next time one of these things happen it cannot take three days for me to get an explanation, Jay.โ Slowly one of your hands runs down his arm till you can tap the back of his hand, immediately he turns it over for you.
โI know,โ he murmurs, โIโll work on the confrontation thing.โ
Your hand fits perfectly into his and squeezes once your fingers lace.
โYou do that.โ You press a kiss into his shoulder, drawing a low hum from him, and he can feel you smile against him before you continue. โI will also try making it more clear to you that Iโm open to talk to, okay?โ
โYeah,โ Jason agrees, pulling you closer and wrapping you tighter in his arms. He tenses up a little. โIs the stoveโ?โ
โStoveโs good,โ you squeeze his hand, โthe lasagna noodles are still boiling so youโve got a good eight minutes.โ
You look up to smile at him - only somewhat strained - and Jason goes in for a short kiss. Youโd said you werenโt going anywhere but he knows how overwhelming this whole thing can be.
โAlright, but you gotta promise not to freak,โ he stresses.
You nod.
โOkay,โ he clears his throat and makes sure to very carefully look into your eyes. โMost of myโฆโfamilyโ are vigilantes. Including me.โ
He leaves out the โsort ofโ that he feels the need to tact on to the end of that sentence. Heโs heaping a lot onto you as is and it wasnโt like you werenโt around when he first wreaked havoc on Bruce and overhauled Gothamโs criminal underbelly. He doesnโt regret it exactly, but it was still a point of contention.
โRight,โ you nod before pausing. The way you look at him, mouth dropping open with a mixture of awe and something apprehensive, isnโt promising. โYouโre notโฆBatman are you? Or one of them?โ
Jasonโs familiar with the theories that Gothamites make up about them - it came with the territory - but the way you dropped your voice to whisper that last question throws him. He wouldโve never guessed you were such a conspiracist. Let alone a multiple Batmen truther. The theory wasnโt exactly wrong, but it certainly didnโt get the majority of the cowl switches correct.
He starts to laugh, only quelled after a slew of moments by the scowl that flashes across your face.
โNo,โ he chuckles. He wasnโt in the cowl for long at least. The grin he throws you manages to thaw that scowl at least a bit. โAnd thank god for small mercies.โ
โAh,โ you tilt your head, โwell - I mean as long as youโre not a rogue or like the Red Hood or anything then itโs not like itโs the end of the world,โ you giggle to yourself.
Jason falls silent
When you look back to him, noticing the way heโs half cringing, your eyes widen and your mouth drops open.
โShut the fuck up!โ The beginnings of what might be a grin curve the surprised โoโ shape of your mouth as you take a step back. โYouโre lying!โ
Your eyes stay wide and your mouth fully forms into a wide grin. You smack him on the arm. Jason fights not to make a displeased sound at you taking your warmth away.
โYouโre fucking lyingโ wait!โ Your hands come up to frame your face. โOh my god. What- what does this mean for our relationship?โ
A sting goes straight up his spine and Jason surges forward to wrap his hands around your wrists, shaking his head.
โNothing hopefully,โ he says, โthis doesnโt have to change anything if you donโt want it to. Iโm still me, youโll just be privy to a bit more of the inner workings of Gotham, but nothing crazy or too dangerous.โ He grimaces. โThe last thing I want is to endanger you.โ
โHold on. No, Jay, thatโs not what I meant. I promise you this isnโt a deal breaker. Justโฆโ you move to wave your hand still in his loose grip towards the sliding doors, indicating the rest of the city, โโฆI have something of a standing complaint with the Red Hood for blowing up my favorite bagel shop.โ
โOh?โ He practically goes limp against you, letting go of your wrists after kissing the juncture of both to wrap his arms back around you. One corner of his mouth curls up. โWould you like to file a formal complaint?โ
โI would, actually.โ
He snorts, โIn my defense it was a drug front for a group who was conspiring against me.โ
You cast him a contemplative look before letting out a wistful sigh.
โGood bagels though.โ
Simultaneously the two of you break off into laughter, hanging off of each other before sobering naturally as the timer rings and youโve got to strain the noodles.
When youโve got the water drained and are moving to set up the assembly station for the lasagna you throw him a grin.
โFor the record, I think you wouldโve made a great Batman.โ
He laughs goodnaturedly, going over to add a pinch of sugar to the tomato sauce.
โSays you and nobody else but me,โ he jokes.
โThatโs alright,โ you come up to press a kiss to his cheek from the side, using your hip to bump him out the way a little so you can slip one of the towels from the oven handles, โGotham wouldnโt have been able to handle you, anyway.โ
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!
Funnily enough sheโs technically meeting the Red Hood in this one to some extent, but Iโll probably write a more costume focused entry later on that is her fully meeting Red Hood similarly to how she meets the other Bats.
btw: if youโd like to leave a comment Iโd very much appreciate it!
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Hi! Since it's almost Christmas, could you write headcanons of how Ryusui, Senku, Stanley and Tsukasa would spend Christmas with their s/o (fem or gn reader) and their family (their children or the reader's family).
Bye and thank you for the 2 last requests !
This is so late Iโm so sorry Iโve been very busy with finals! I tried to include readerโs family as best as I could do I hope you enjoy. If itโs not what you were looking for then you can always ask again. Thank you for your patience ๐๐
Ryusui, Senku, Stanley, and Tsukasaโs Christmas with their s/o๐โค๏ธ
Ryusui:
he probably thinks Christmas is all about the presents
So on Christmas Day there will probably be trucks full of gifts, all for you!ย Please thereโs no reason for him to have that much money
BUT-
You have to teach him that there are other things to enjoy other than just a pile of presents
The first time he watched a Christmas movie with you and your is DEFINITELY a core memory for him
Your matching pajamas, the way you snuggle into him and sharing the hot chocolate you prepared, the echo of your laugh filling his ears, and at the very end how you kiss him and thank him for spending Christmas with you
He completely melts
Heโs so in love, he just wants moments with you like this all the time.
The only Christmases he remembers are just his dad and uncle basically throwing him into a room full of gifts and leaving for a Christmas vacation somewhereย
So having genuine time with you and your family and sharing your love with each other makes him so happyย he might even tear up a bit my poor baby๐ญ
Now itโs tradition for the both ofย ย you to do something like that every yearโค๏ธ
Senku:
He spends it in the lab ๐ย
You have to drag him out of there
You have to BEG him to back cookies with you
โCome on Senku! Please! Itโs like chemistry, we have to mix a bunch of stuff together!โ
After 30 minutes of begging he finally caved
Of course Senku knows all the perfect measurements to everything so the only thing you really had to do was mix the ingredients together
Your mom and dad did keep him busy with random conversations though
In the living room you can hear them whispering about something but you donโt know what
The cookies tasted great!
After you both said goodbye to your familyย and your mom hugged the crap outta himย you both headed back home.
โYou donโt have to stay, Senku. Iโm ok with you going back to the lab. I just wanted to spend time with youโฆโ
And with that he leaves-
You sit in the living room, bummed out that Senku left again
THEN
Senku comes back with a small box and a huge blush
โHereโฆโ
You were super shocked when you opened it upย
โSenkuโฆthis ring, itโs platinum right? You didnโt reallyโฆโ
โItโs what the old man wouldโve wanted. Andโฆitโs what I want tooโฆโย
Was he really..?
You started to cry
Senku didnโt know what to doย
You just held each other and told each other how much you loved one another, excited about the future with each otherย
Stanley:
Stanley was on a mission during Christmas
So, Xeno invited you and your family to a Christmas party he and his colleagues were hosting
You really didnโt want to go, especially since you wouldnโt know anyone and Stanley wasnโt with you
But Xeno was still your friend so you decided to show up for him
You and your relatives stand there awkwardly in one of the door frames as Xeno and his colleagues talk about whatever project they were working on
You dad and mom go find some of the snacks and your siblings (if you have any) go causing trouble somewhere
There you were by yourself in the corner
โYou look lonely over here under the mistletoe Miss. May i accompany you?โ
You knew that voiceย
You look up to see your boyfriendย
โStanley!โ
You practically jump on him, wrapping your small arms around his much bigger body
He pets your hair, then lifts yourย ย chin
โWeโre still under the mistletoe.โย
You smile at his cheesy gestureย something he doesnโt normally doย
You both lean closer together and kiss, desperately clinging to each other like youโre both afraid to let go
โOh! Is this your boyfriend (y/n)?โย
Your lips immediately leave Stanleyโs as you see your whole family just staring at you and Stanley under the mistletoeย
You face turns red instantly causing Stanley to laugh
He sticks his hand out for your family
โMy name is Stanley Snyder. Itโs an honor to finally meet you all.โ
Tsukasaย
You had a gingerbread house competitionย
Your mother was the judge
You and Mirai were a teamย
Tsukasa and your dad were the other
Tsukasa was struggling making the designs in the roof
Your dad couldnโt get the gum drops to stick
But you and Mirai had a great time with the gumdrops and candy canes, sprinkling them everywhere!
After your major victory Mirai wanted to play with her dollsย
So you and Tsukasa sat on the couch, snuggling up next to each other while your mom kept Mirai entertainedย
โDo you want kids?โย
Your head pops up with the sudden question
He locks his eyes with yours, patiently waiting for your responseย
A soft smile grows on your faceย
โOf course I do!โย
This leaves Tsukasa heart-struck
He kisses your forehead, his favorite way of showing his love for you
You can hear Miraiโs ewws, making both of you laugh
โNo sex before marriage!โ Your dad yells from the kitchenย
โDad!โย
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Between Us (A. Yujin x M! Reader)
This one is actually a request that is long overdue, this was suppose to be posted earlier but I messed up and accidentally deleted the Ask of the anon requester. So if you're reading this anon I'm really sorry TOT. Anyways let's get started! Hope you enjoy this one.
Life as an idol was a whirlwind of practice, performances, and public appearances. As a member of the popular boy group Zenith, you have experienced it allโthe adoration of fans, the pressure of maintaining a perfect image, and the relentless demands of the industry. Despite the chaos, you loved every moment, especially because it had brought you closer to someone special: Yujin from the girl group IVE.
You and Yujin had first met at a music show where both your groups were performing. During the chaos of backstage preparations, you had accidentally bumped into her, almost knocking over her makeup kit. Apologizing profusely, you had helped her gather her things. Yujin had laughed it off, her warm smile instantly putting you at ease.
"It's okay, really," she had said. "These things happen."
From that moment, a friendship had blossomed. Despite your busy schedules, you found time to support each other, often running into each other at award shows, music festivals, and variety programs. You admired Yujin's dedication and talent, and she appreciated your kindness and sincerity. Slowly but surely, your feelings for her grew, and you couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day of rehearsals, you received a message from Yujin.
Yujin: Hey, do you have a moment to talk?
You smiled at your phone, glad to hear from her.
You: Of course. What's up?
Within minutes, Yujin called you. Her voice, though usually full of energy, sounded tired and strained.
"Hey, are you okay?" you asked, concern evident in your tone.
"I'm fine, just exhausted," she admitted. "Sometimes it feels like there's no end to all the work, you know?"
You understood all too well. "I know exactly what you mean. But remember, you're not alone. We all go through it."
"Thanks," she said softly. "It's good to hear that. By the way, are you free this weekend? I was thinking it might be nice to take a break and hang out, just the two of us."
Your heart skipped a beat. "That sounds great. I'd love to."
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On Saturday, you met Yujin at a cozy cafรฉ tucked away from the bustling city. It was a place where you both could relax without the fear of being recognized by fans. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, with soft music playing in the background.
Yujin was already seated when you arrived, her face lighting up as she saw you. You joined her at the table, and for the first time in a long while, you both let go of the pressures of being idols.
"I ordered your favorite coffee," Yujin said with a smile.
"Thanks, you always remember," you replied, touched by the gesture.
As you chatted about everything from music to hobbies, you noticed how comfortable you felt around her. Yujin had a way of making everything seem lighter, her laughter infectious and her presence soothing. You cherished these moments, knowing how rare and precious they were.
"Have you ever thought about what you'd do if you weren't an idol?" Yujin asked suddenly.
The question caught you off guard. "I guess I haven't really thought about it. This life is all I've known for years. But maybe I'd do something related to music, like producing or songwriting. What about you?"
Yujin pondered for a moment. "I've always wanted to travel, see the world beyond the stages and studios. Maybe I'd become a travel blogger or a photographer."
"That sounds amazing," you said, imagining her exploring exotic locations and capturing beautiful moments.
There was a brief silence before Yujin spoke again, her tone more serious. "Do you ever wonder about what it would be like to date someone in the same industry?"
Your heart raced at the unexpected question. "Sometimes," you admitted, trying to gauge her expression. "It would be difficult, with all the secrecy and the scrutiny from the public. But it could also be really special, having someone who understands what you're going through."
Yujin nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I've thought about it too. It would be nice to have someone who truly gets it."
You looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of what she might be feeling. "Yujin, is there something you want to tell me?"
She hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty before she finally spoke. "Iโฆ I've been thinking about us. We've become really close, and I can't deny that I have feelings for you. But I'm scared, scared of what it could mean for our careers and our friendship."
Your heart swelled with emotion as you reached out to take her hand. "Yujin, I've felt the same way for a long time. I care about you deeply, and I've been afraid too. But I believe that if we both want this, we can make it work. We'll face whatever challenges come our way, together."
Tears glistened in Yujin's eyes as she squeezed your hand. "I want to be with you, more than anything."
With those words, the weight of uncertainty lifted, replaced by a sense of hope and determination. You both knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but you were ready to face it together.
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In the weeks that followed, you and Yujin navigated the delicate balance of your secret relationship. You cherished stolen moments, meeting in private places where you could be yourselves without the prying eyes of the public. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but the love you felt for each other made it all worthwhile.
During a particularly busy month of promotions, you found solace in each other's company. Despite the grueling schedules and the constant pressure, knowing that you had Yujin by your side made everything more bearable.
One evening, after a successful performance at a music show, you managed to steal a few moments alone with Yujin in a quiet corner of the backstage area. Her smile was radiant, and you couldn't resist pulling her into a hug.
"You were amazing out there," you whispered, holding her close.
"So were you," she replied, her voice filled with pride. "I'm so proud of you."
As you held her, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness. It was in these moments that you realized how much you cherished your relationship, how much you needed her.
"I wish we could always be like this," Yujin murmured against your chest.
"We will be," you promised, kissing the top of her head. "No matter what happens, we'll find a way to be together."
However, the reality of being idols soon caught up with you. Rumors began to swirl, fueled by fans who noticed the subtle interactions between you and Yujin. The pressure to keep your relationship a secret intensified, and you both knew that it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.
One day, as you were preparing for a concert, your manager approached you with a serious expression.
"We need to talk," he said, leading you to a private room. "There are rumors about you and Yujin. They've started to gain traction, and the company is concerned."
Your heart sank at the news. "What are we going to do?"
The manager sighed. "For now, we need to deny everything. Focus on your work, and avoid any situations that could fuel the rumors. We can't afford a scandal right now."
You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. But as you walked back to the dressing room, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread. The thought of losing Yujin, of being forced apart by the industry, was unbearable.
That evening, you met Yujin in a secluded park, far from prying eyes. She looked worried, her usual brightness dimmed by the weight of the situation.
"I heard about the rumors," she said quietly. "What are we going to do?"
"We'll deny everything," you replied, taking her hands in yours. "But Yujin, I don't want to lose you. We'll find a way to make this work, no matter what."
She nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. "I don't want to lose you either. We'll be careful, but we have to stay strong."
In the days that followed, you and Yujin maintained a facade of normalcy, focusing on your work and avoiding any interactions that could draw suspicion. It was a difficult and painful period, but you held onto the hope that you would get through it together.
As the months passed, the rumors slowly died down, replaced by new scandals and gossip. The industry moved on, and you and Yujin breathed a sigh of relief. But the experience had left its mark, making you both more cautious and aware of the challenges you faced.
Despite the hardships, your love for each other only grew stronger. You found solace in the moments you could steal away together, in the quiet conversations and the shared dreams of a future where you could be open about your relationship.
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One evening, after a particularly grueling day of rehearsals, you and Yujin met at your favorite spot in the cityโa secluded rooftop garden that overlooked the twinkling lights below. It was a place where you could be yourselves, away from the pressures of the idol world.
As you sat together, the cool night air wrapping around you, Yujin rested her head on your shoulder.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we could be open about us?" she asked softly.
"All the time," you admitted, running your fingers through her hair. "But I believe that one day, we will be. We'll find a way to make it happen."
Yujin looked up at you, her eyes filled with hope and determination. "I believe that too. We'll make our own path, no matter what the industry saysโ
You smiled, feeling a surge of determination. "Exactly. We just need to be patient and stay strong. We have each other, and that's what matters."
As the night wore on, you both talked about your dreams and aspirations, about the future you hoped to build together. The conversation flowed easily, and the connection between you deepened. You felt a sense of peace and happiness that you hadn't experienced in a long time.
In the weeks that followed, you and Yujin continued to navigate the challenges of your secret relationship. You became experts at hiding your affection in public, communicating through subtle gestures and stolen glances. Despite the difficulties, the bond between you grew stronger, and you found comfort in knowing that you had each other's support.
One day, while you were at a photoshoot, you received a message from Yujin.
Yujin: Can we meet tonight? There's something I want to talk about.
You: Of course. Same place?
Yujin: Yes. See you at 8.
As the day went on, you couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation. You wondered what Yujin wanted to discuss, hoping it was something positive. When the photoshoot finally ended, you quickly made your way to the rooftop garden, arriving a few minutes early.
Yujin was already there, leaning against the railing and gazing out at the city lights. She turned as she heard your footsteps, a smile spreading across her face.
"Hey," she greeted you warmly.
"Hey," you replied, walking over to her. "You wanted to talk?"
She nodded, her expression turning serious. "I've been thinking a lot about our situation. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore. I know it's risky, but I believe that we can handle whatever comes our way."
Your heart raced as you took in her words. "Are you sure? The backlash could be intense, and I don't want you to suffer because of me."
Yujin reached out and took your hands in hers. "I'm sure. We've been careful for so long, and I think our fans deserve to know the truth. Besides, I don't want to keep living in fear. I want to be able to hold your hand in public, to support each other openly."
You felt a swell of emotions, a mixture of love, fear, and hope. "I want that too. If you're ready, then so am I. We'll face this together."
She smiled, a look of determination in her eyes. "Together."
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In the days that followed, you and Yujin prepared to go public with your relationship. You discussed the best way to approach the situation, deciding to make a joint statement through your respective companies. You knew that the announcement would come as a shock to many, but you hoped that your fans would support you.
The day of the announcement arrived, and you found yourself filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement. As you watched the statement go live, you held Yujin's hand tightly, drawing strength from her presence.
"We're in this together," she whispered, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
The response was immediate. The news spread like wildfire, and social media was flooded with reactions from fans and the media. While there were some negative comments, the overwhelming majority were supportive, expressing happiness for both of you.
As the days passed, you were relieved to see that the backlash was not as severe as you had feared. Your fans rallied around you, showing their love and support in countless ways. The industry, too, began to adapt, recognizing that love and relationships were a natural part of life, even for idols.
With the truth out in the open, you and Yujin finally felt a sense of freedom. You no longer had to hide your affection, and you could openly support each other in your careers. Your relationship flourished, and you both grew stronger, both as individuals and as a couple.
One evening, as you sat together in your favorite spot, you looked out at the city lights and reflected on your journey. You had faced countless challenges, but you had done so together, and that made all the difference.
"I'm so proud of us," Yujin said softly, resting her head on your shoulder.
"Me too," you replied, wrapping your arm around her. "We've come a long way."
She looked up at you, her eyes shining with love. "And we'll go even further. No matter what, we'll always have each other."
You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "Always."
As you held Yujin close, you knew that your love would continue to grow, transcending the obstacles that came your way. Together, you were unstoppable, and the future was yours to shape.
#kpop#kpop fanfic#kpop gg#kpop imagines#fluff#ive#ive yujin#ahn yujin#yujin#yujin ive#yujin x reader#ive imagines#ive x reader
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okok hear me out. enemies to lovers bucky x reader but they are undercover fake dating. reader gets hurt during a ballroom part (๐คญ) and bucky is all like "dont scare me like that again" and sksjenxiwofnwnfoan im sorry if that's too specific
๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง
๐๐ฎ๐๐ค๐ฒ ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐!๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ญ!๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
// Summary // you and Bucky are on an undercover mission, pretending to be a couple. You loathe each other from the bottom of your hearts. But things change when you are injured.
// Warnings // injury, mentions of blood, cursing (cuz itโs Bucky weโre talking about), outfit description.
// Authorโs Note // @dethspllz Iโm glad you asked this, because I was going to write this kind of thing anyway. Iโm sorry it took me two days to answer. Anyway, I hope you like it / divider by the amazing @saradika-graphics / gif by @falcvns
You never thought you would end up in this situation. Being undercover with your sworn enemy, Bucky Barnes. The mission was simple, infiltrate a high-class ballroom party and gather intel on a dangerous organization. But the catch? You had to pretend to be dating Bucky, who you had a love-hate relationship with.
As you walked into the grand ballroom, your heart raced with nerves. You were wearing a stunning red dress and Bucky looked dashing in a tuxedo. "Remember, we have to act like a couple. No slipping up," Bucky whispered in your ear, making your skin tingle.
"I know, I know," you replied, trying to keep your cool. You were not a fan of formal events, and the thought of you having to dance with Bucky all night was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole.
But you put on a smile and followed Bucky's lead as he greeted the other guests and introduced you as his girlfriend. You couldn't help but notice the way his arm wrapped around your waist possessively, and how his touch sent shivers down your spine.
As the night went on, you and Bucky had to dance together and mingle with the guests. You couldn't deny that Bucky was a great dancer, and his charm was undeniable. But every time he whispered in your ear or touched your hand, you couldn't help but feel flustered.
It wasn't until you were alone, taking a break from dancing, that things took a turn. Bucky seemed a bit tense.
โRelax, Barnes. We're just here to dance and gather information," you said, trying to ease his tension.
He scoffed, "I can't relax when you're wearing that dress. It is distracting me."
You rolled your eyes, knowing he was just trying to get under your skin. "Just focus on our mission, Barnes," you replied, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up your cheeks.
Bucky put his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "You know, for enemies, we make a pretty convincing couple," he said with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes again. "Let's just focus on the mission," you replied, trying to keep your emotions in check.
But just as you were about to head back into the party, a gunshot rang out. Chaos erupted as everyone started running and screaming, and in a blink of an eye, you and Bucky were surrounded by a group of armed guards.
You rushed towards them, pulling out your gun and firing at the guards. Bucky looked at you as you took out the rest of the guards, your training kicking in. But then, you felt a sharp pain in your side. You looked down to see blood seeping through your dress.
Bucky immediately sprang into action, taking down rest of the attackers and rushing to your side. His face contorted in panic as he caught you before you fell to the ground. "Shit, Y/n, you're hit!" he exclaimed, his hands frantically trying to stop the bleeding. You could see the worry and fear in his eyes, and for a moment, you forgot that this was all just an act.
He gathered you in his arms and carried you to a secluded room, away from all the commotion, where he carefully tended to your wound.
"You know, for someone who canโt stand me, you sure are taking care of me pretty well," you teased, trying to lighten the mood.
Bucky smirked, but his eyes were still filled with worry. "I may have hated you at first, but now I doubt it," he admitted, his voice sincere. "You scared the hell out of me, Y/n. Don't ever do that shit again."
You couldn't help but smile at the concern in his voice. "I won't, Bucky. I promise," you replied.
He smiled softly, and leaned down, capturing your soft lips into a longing kiss. You were taken aback by his behavior, but kissed him back nonetheless. Your lips were moving in a perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He wrapped his around your waist, brining you closer, if that was even possible.
You pulled away in the need of oxygen, both of you smiling like a little children who were given candies.
Maybe fake dating wasnโt so bad after all.
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two freaks
CHOSO ใกใใใใ
note : choso crack lol. i love him.
synopsis : you and choso have been the weirdest, freakiest, off-beat duo since the very beginning. your chemistry with each other thoroughly confuses the people around you. just two freaks in freaky love with each other.
warnings : ๐ some suggestive content, mentions weed/getting high, unedited
no one knows how you and choso started dating. it's a mystery of the universe.
because you and him were always like mismatched socks. and yet you ended up together, for some reason. hell, even when you and choso were just friends you made an inside joke with each other;
"i have a type and you're not it." you'd joke.
"yeah i could never date you, either." choso would joke back.
if one of you accidentally flirted with the other, then you'd laugh and accuse each other of being horny.
"you're horny." you'd say.
"no i'm high."
"i thought you were choso?"
"no i'm your man."
"shit alright, let's get married."
your friends would sometimes overhear this and pull a funny face.
("are you guys crazy or high?")
"bitch, we're both."
you and choso met each other one day at an instrument store. you were accompanying a friend, they were choosing a guitar to gift someone โ or whatever it was. anyways, so you were there lingering.
"you listen to the smiths?" choso scrunched his nose up.
"what's that face for! the smiths are great!"
so you and choso stood there, arguing about music. your friend just let you two be and snickered with the store's staff, who knew choso well because he practically lived in the store with how much he visited.
you visited that music store a lot and met choso over and over again, probably for a year before even exchanging numbers. neither of you were interested in each other, and you always argued about music... or at least it seemed like that to everyone else.
you and choso had an underlying comedy to each argument โ yes obviously the both of you knew it was not that serious. choso just enjoyed debating music with you and was excited that someone finally debated back. sometimes he disagreed with your opinions even if he agreed, it became an inside joke.
"i like... (artist)" you'd say and then choso would shift his shoulders and lift his chin and reply with "oh, well now i can't like them if you like them. i refuse to associate with you." and you two would laugh.
the music store's staff genuinely thought you two were high every time you spoke, but at the time choso had a rule of never getting high and going in public because he'd embarrassed himself too many times.
sometimes you'd have a spontaneous hang out with choso. because he was spontaneous and you aspired to be.
one time, he said something unexpected when he lit up a blunt. you and him were loitering by a fast food restaurant's drive-thru.
"you know, i like the chemistry between our souls. i think we must have known each other in a past life."
"do you think we were also freaks in our past lives?"
he laughed and nodded, rubbing his watery eye when smoke got into it.
"we were definitely freaks."
"well, i also think our souls have got good chemistry. our souls are freaky."
"yeah, freaky souls."
you and him stared at each other. he seemed high but the rush hadn't even kicked in yet, so it must have been just because of your company.
"yo..." he cooed awkwardly. "sorry, didn't mean to stare." he mumbled something like that and looked away.
"eyes are the gateway to the soul. were you trying to perve on my soul?" you joked.
"yeah, i totally just perved on your soul." he laughed.
on that day, you distinctively remember talking to choso about how you two would be the last people to ever date. and he replied with some joke about "what if it were the apocalypse and we had to breed for repopulation purposes?" (how did you reply? he can hardly remember, all he knows is that he blushed at your reply until his cheeks burned.)
and then a year after knowing each other you were making out violently in his car after some friendofafriend's party. maybe you kissed him because he charmed you by playing the guitar earlier that night โ he looked hot doing it, with his hair down, plectrum in between his teeth as he tuned it.
too many times have people scrunch up their noses in confusion when you and choso act like a couple.
whenever they ask;
"oh, are you two dating?"
with a weird attitude in their voice, you and choso troll them;
"no, we're partners in crime."
"yeah i do the killing and she gets rid of the evidence then we make out violently in the back seat of my car."
they look like they regret asking anything about you two. clearly you and choso were freaks.
people in your friend group make jokes all the time about how choso's in it for the pussy and you're in it for the weed.
"no actually i've been cutting back on my pussy consumption." choso replies with a face so plain that you could take him seriously.
"oh i been hittin' that blunt from the back lately i just can't get enough of it."
you completely confuse the people around you and troll them just for amusement. but truly you and choso do get fed up sometimes. it's sickeningly repetitive.
sometimes choso gets snappy, especially if it's a guy asking you;
"that's your boyfriend?"
"yeah that's her boyfriend." choso clenches his jaw and steers you into his arms.
ah, and his most classic response;
"are you her boyfriend?"
"no, i'm her wife."
ยฉ arminsumi
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This is fictional work.
#choso#choso kamo#choso fic#jjk#jjk fic#jujutsu kaisen#choso x reader#choso kamo x reader#choso fluff#choso jjk#kamo choso#choso x you#jjk x reader#fluff#x reader#jjk fluff#drabble#female reader
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midnight ramen and longing hearts
san x f!reader
fluff, childhood best friends to lovers, angst, suggestive / wc: 2.9k
note: they went on their first official date. it gets a little suggestive at the end, oopsie!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3
A few days had passed since San and Y/n had confessed their feelings to each other. Tonight, they were going on their first official date, a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing between them. They decided to keep it simple and meaningful by taking a walk along the Han River, a place that had always held a special significance for them.
The night was cool and clear, the city lights reflecting off the calm waters of the river. As they strolled along the riverside path, the familiar sound of water lapping against the shore and the soft murmur of other couples created a peaceful backdrop for their evening.
San walked beside Y/n, hands tucked into his pockets as he stole glances at her. She looked beautiful under the soft glow of the streetlights, her smile lighting up the night. They chatted easily, discussing Y/n's latest book and her friends, topics that made her eyes light up with excitement.
"So, how's that new book you're reading?" San asked, genuinely interested.
Y/n's face lit up with enthusiasm. "It's amazing! I'm in the middle of a really intense chapter right now. The protagonist is finally starting to realize her true strength, and the plot twists are incredible."
San smiled, loving how passionate she was about her reading. "Sounds like a page-turner. I might have to borrow it from you when you're done."
Y/n beamed at his words, feeling encouraged. "I'd love that. We could discuss it together."
As they walked, Y/n continued talking, her words flowing easily as she shared stories about her friends and their latest adventures. "So, Chaewon and I went to this new cafรฉ last week. It was so cute, and their pastries were to die for. We ended up spending hours there, just chatting and catching up."
San listened attentively, enjoying the sound of her voice. He wanted to reach out and hold her hand, to feel the connection they had always shared, but every time he tried, his nerves got the better of him. He'd awkwardly lift his hand, then quickly drop it back to his side, hoping she wouldn't notice.
Y/n, caught up in her stories, didn't seem to notice his struggles. She was talking a lot, her words flowing easily as she tried to mask her own nervousness. "And you remember Jiwoong, right? He finally got that promotion he's been working so hard for. We're all so proud of him."
San smiled, nodding. "That's great to hear. Jiwoong really deserves it."
As they continued walking, San felt his heart racing. He wanted so badly to hold her hand, to show her how much he cared, but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Each failed attempt made him feel more awkward, but he tried to focus on their conversation, hoping to find the right moment.
"And then there's Sua," Y/n continued. "She's planning this huge trip to Europe next summer. She's so excited about it, and I can't wait to hear all her stories when she gets back."
San felt a surge of warmth at how animated Y/n was when she talked about her friends and her life. He loved seeing her so happy and engaged. Slowly, he lifted his hand and gently brushed his fingers against hers. To his surprise, Y/n didn't pull away. Instead, she turned to look at him, her eyes soft and warm.
Without a word, Y/n intertwined her fingers with his, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. San felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over him. He squeezed her hand gently, and she squeezed back, a silent confirmation of their feelings.
They stood there for a moment, just holding hands and looking out at the river. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of warmth and affection.
"This is nice," Y/n whispered, leaning slightly against him.
"Yeah," San replied, his voice filled with emotion. "It really is."
As they continued their walk, hand in hand, the awkwardness melted away, replaced by a comfortable silence that spoke volumes. They didn't need words to express how they felt; the simple act of holding hands was enough.
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They were nearing a quieter, more secluded part of the river path when a group of rowdy guys approached them, clearly intoxicated. Their loud voices and unsteady steps signaled trouble, and San immediately tensed up.
One of the guys, a tall and scruffy-looking man, swaggered closer to Y/n, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Hey there, beautiful," he slurred, leering at her. "Why don't you ditch this guy and come have some fun with us?"
Y/n's grip on San's hand tightened, and she moved closer to him, her face reflecting discomfort and unease. "No, thanks," she replied firmly, trying to keep her voice steady.
San's protective instincts kicked in. He stepped in front of Y/n, shielding her from the group. "Back off," he said, his voice low and menacing. "She said she's not interested."
The drunk guy's friends laughed, egging him on. "Oh, come on, man, we're just having a bit of fun," another one said, stepping closer.
San squared his shoulders, his eyes flashing with determination. "I said, back off. Leave her alone."
The tall guy sneered, clearly not taking the hint. "Or what?" he challenged, shoving San lightly. "What are you gonna do about it?"
Before San could respond, Y/n spoke up, her voice shaking but defiant. "Let's just go, San. They're not worth it."
San glanced back at her, his eyes softening for a moment. He nodded, then turned back to the group. "We're leaving. Stay out of our way."
As they tried to walk past the group, the tall guy grabbed Y/n's arm, pulling her back. "I don't think so," he said, his grip tight and unyielding.
That was the final straw for San. Without thinking, he swung his fist, landing a solid punch on the guy's jaw. The force of the blow sent him stumbling back, releasing Y/n. The other guys, momentarily stunned, hesitated, giving San just enough time to pull Y/n away and start running.
"Come on!" San urged, holding her hand tightly as they sprinted away from the group. The sounds of angry shouts faded behind them as they put more distance between themselves and the troublemakers.
They didn't stop running until they were safely back in a more populated area, the bright lights and presence of other people providing a sense of security. Panting and out of breath, they finally slowed to a walk.
San turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.
Y/n nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?"
San nodded, though his jaw was still clenched in anger. "I'm fine. I just couldn't let them treat you like that."
His mind replayed the scene, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He was usually the one to find peaceful solutions, always calm and composed. But tonight, seeing Y/n in danger had triggered a primal instinct to protect her, no matter the cost.
Growing up, his father had always told him, "San, you have to protect your girl. Always." Those words had echoed in his mind as he swung his fist, and they still rang in his ears now. He had acted without thinking, driven purely by the need to keep Y/n safe.
San took a deep breath, his protective instincts still on high alert. "Let's head back to my apartment," he suggested, his voice steady. "It's safer there."
Y/n nodded, trusting him completely. "Okay, let's go."
They continued their walk, moving quickly towards San's apartment. The familiar route felt reassuring, and San's presence by her side made her feel secure. They reached his building and headed up to the apartment he shared with his two roommates, Seonghwa and Mingi. Y/n knew them both very well, having spent countless hours here with San.
San unlocked the door and ushered Y/n inside. The apartment was warmly lit, a comforting contrast to the chilly night outside. Seonghwa and Mingi were in the living room, playing a video game. As soon as San and Y/n stepped inside, Mingi looked up with a mischievous grin. "Well, well, if it isn't the new couple. About time you two made it official. I always knew you both had feelings for each other."
San rolled his eyes, but a small smile played on his lips. "Not now, Mingi."
Y/n blushed, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Hi, guys," she greeted, trying to keep her voice steady.
Seonghwa, sensing that something was off, paused the game and stood up. "Hey, is everything okay?"
San nodded towards Y/n. "Y/n, why don't you go relax in my room for a bit? I'll be there in a minute."
Y/n hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. Thanks, San." She gave a small smile to Seonghwa and Mingi before heading towards San's room.
Once she was out of earshot, San turned to Seonghwa, his expression serious. "We ran into some trouble by the river. A group of drunk guys were being rude to Y/n."
Seonghwa's eyes narrowed with concern. "What happened?"
San sighed, running a hand through his hair. "One of them grabbed her. I... I punched him. I didn't want to, but I had to protect her."
Mingi's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by genuine worry. "Are you both okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine now. I just didn't want Y/n to feel more uncomfortable by talking about it in front of her."
Seonghwa nodded, placing a reassuring hand on San's shoulder. "You did the right thing, San. Protecting her is what's important. If you need anything, just let us know."
"Thanks, guys," San said, appreciating their support. "I think she just needs some time to calm down."
San took a deep breath and headed to his room, where Y/n was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking a bit lost in thought. He sat down beside her, his presence immediately making her feel more at ease.
Y/n tried to lighten the mood with a playful grin. "Well, that was unexpected. I didn't know you had such a powerful punch, San. Remind me not to get on your bad side."
San chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Yeah, I've had a bit of practice I guess. Just a black belt in Taekwondo not much."
San's smile widened, enjoying the light-hearted moment with Y/n. But behind his amusement, he couldn't shake off his concern. "Y/n, are you sure you're okay? I didn't mean to scare you back there."
Y/n's expression softened as she looked at him. "San, I know you. You're not the type to throw punches unless you have to. You were protecting me, and I appreciate that."
San nodded, grateful for her understanding. But he could see the concern in her eyes, and he knew exactly what was bothering her.
"I know," he admitted quietly. "If anyone recognizes me, it could cause trouble. My image as an idol is everything."
Y/n's brows furrowed with worry. "Do you think anyone saw you?"
San shook his head. "I don't know. I tried to keep my face hidden as much as possible. Hopefully, no one noticed."
Y/n squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Let's hope for the best. Maybe it was dark, and they didn't get a good look."
San smiled faintly, grateful for her optimism. "Yeah, maybe."
They sat in silence for a moment, both lost in their thoughts. San couldn't shake off the nagging worry about his career, but he also felt a profound sense of relief knowing that Y/n was safe.
"I'm sorry," Y/n said softly, breaking the silence. "I didn't mean to put you in a difficult position."
San shook his head, turning to look at her. "Hey, protecting you was worth it. I'll deal with whatever consequences come my way."
Y/n nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, San."
San leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll always protect you, Y/n. No matter what."
Y/n smiled, leaning into his touch. "I know."
They stayed like that for a while longer, finding comfort in each other's presence. Despite the uncertainties ahead, they knew they could face them together, their bond strengthened by the challenges they had overcome that night.
Eventually, Y/n pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting his with newfound determination. "Let's not dwell on this tonight. We should focus on us."
San nodded, a sense of peace settling over him. "You're right. Tonight is about us."
He looked at Y/n, a playful glint in his eyes. "Are you hungry? How about some ramen? It's nothing fancy, but it'll hit the spot."
Y/n grinned, her stomach growling in agreement. "Ramen sounds perfect right now."
San busied himself with preparing the instant ramen while Y/n sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen, fidgeting nervously.
As San boiled the water and stirred the noodles, Y/n bit her lip, unsure of how to break the awkward silence that had settled between them.
Once the ramen was ready, San handed a bowl to Y/n and took a seat beside her. They ate quietly at first, both acutely aware of the underlying meaning behind their late-night ramen choice.
After a few minutes of uneasy silence, Y/n finally spoke up, her voice hesitant. "San... about the ramen... I know what it implies."
San paused mid-bite, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh... um, yeah. I didn't mean for it to be... I just thought... we could have a late-night snack together."
Y/n's cheeks were tinged with pink as she glanced down at her bowl. "Right, of course. I understand."
San shifted uncomfortably, wanting to ease the tension. "I want you to know, Y/n, I'm not trying to rush anything. I've waited for you for so long. I can wait a little longer."
Y/n looked up, meeting his gaze. "I know, San. I appreciate that."
They finished their ramen in subdued silence, the atmosphere in the room heavy with unspoken emotions. Each bite seemed to carry with it a mix of longing and restraint, as if they were tiptoeing around the feelings that hung between them.
San set his bowl aside and glanced at Y/n, his voice soft but sincere. "Y/n, it's getting pretty late. Why don't you stay here tonight? We used to sleep together all the time when we were younger. It doesn't have to be awkward."
Y/n looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and relief. "Are you sure? I don't want to impose."
San smiled warmly, shaking his head. "You're not imposing. I'd actually feel better knowing you're here and safe. Plus, it's just like old times, right?"
Y/n's lips curved into a gentle smile as she nodded. "Yeah, just like old times."
San stood up and began to set up his room for the night. He found an extra pillow and blanket for Y/n, laying them out on his bed. "I'll take the floor. You can have the bed."
Y/n frowned and shook her head. "No way. We're both adults now, San. We can share the bed. It's big enough for both of us."
San hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded, trying to keep his composure. "Okay, if you're comfortable with that."
They both climbed into the bed, lying on their backs and staring at the ceiling. The initial awkwardness began to fade as they settled into the familiarity of their shared space.
San turned his head slightly to look at Y/n. "Remember when we used to have sleepovers and tell each other ghost stories until we fell asleep?"
Y/n chuckled softly, his eyes warm with nostalgia. "Yeah, and you always insisted on keeping the nightlight on afterwards."
San laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Well, I was scared! Your ghost stories were way too realistic."
Y/n chuckled softly, the tension easing between them. "I guess I did have a knack for storytelling."
As they lay side by side in the dim light of San's room, Y/n shifted slightly, turning to face away from him. "Hey, San, do you mind... um, cuddling me?"
San's heart skipped a beat at her request, but he tried to remain calm. "Sure, Y/n. No problem."
He moved closer to her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/n sighed softly, feeling a sense of warmth and security in his embrace.
For a while, they lay in silence, the only sound in the room being the soft rhythm of their breathing. The tension that had hovered between them earlier had dissolved, replaced by a quiet intimacy that felt both familiar and new.
After a couple of minutes, Y/n thought San might have fallen asleep behind her. She was starting to drift off herself when she felt a slight pressure against her back. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what it wasโSan's arousal pressing against her.
Her heart raced, unsure of what to do or say. She didn't want to embarrass San, but the heat of his body against hers stirred something deep within her.
Y/n took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "San... are you awake?"
San hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice low and hesitant. "Yeah, I'm awake."
Y/n bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed. "I... I felt something."
San's arms tightened slightly around her, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
Y/n felt a pang of sympathy for San as she sensed his embarrassment. She gently placed her hand on his cheek, turning his face towards hers. "San, it's okay. I understand."
San forced a small smile, though his eyes still held a hint of shame. "I just... I told you I could wait, but..."
Y/n brushed her thumb lightly across his cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. "San, it's natural. We both have feelings for each other. It's okay."
San's shoulders relaxed slightly at her words, his gaze meeting hers with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/n."ย
They settled back into the pillows, finding a comfortable position in each other's arms. The tension that had momentarily clouded their evening melted away as they lay together in the quiet of San's room.
San brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face, his touch gentle and affectionate. "Goodnight, Y/n."
"Goodnight, San," Y/n murmured softly, her eyes drifting closed.
They both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's warmth.
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