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Hello! I am so in love with your Clone Matchmaking AU fic with Fives, and I was wondering if I could pretty please use your wonderful character in an intro for one that I'm writing for Tup? If not I understand but I love it so so much! <3 - Dani
Hi!! Thank you so much! I really enjoyed writing it and I'm so glad so many seemed to enjoy it đ and yes! That's completely fine with me (especially for Tup!! I was so hoping I wasn't the only one who had a fic planned for him!) I just ask that you leave a link to the Fives fic somewhere on your post so others can find it âšđ
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OK here it is, a ton of 'production' stuff for the Hot Guy Comic Zine! I've never been part of a project like this. Even though I was working on my comic mostly solo (shout-out to my editor Violet!), the world-building and story arc planning was completely collaborative. For example:
We started out on the world-building by voting on character's superpowers! Plenty of powers were almost unanimously agreed on, but Cuteguy was a HUGE campaign. We were pretty much 50/50 split between can fly/can't fly. Propaganda was exchanged LOL, like this piece where I campaigned for limited flying capabilities đ And thats what we ended up settling on!
From there we worked on a ton of brainstorming/world-building that I mostly spectated with an occasional doodle like these haha. I'm new to such elaborate AUs!
Pitch time!! I had pitches for each era and they were all pretty light and banter-y, so my year 1 pitch ended up fitting the vibe the best. My original pitch was 'HG + CG learn some key things about each other and plan to set up a base they can use together.' But when I started my script, I got really caught up in how they were navigating a partnership without knowing each others identities. The more I wrote through that, the more I wanted my story to be ABOUT that! So thats where my script started coming together.
Designs! I'm definitely not a confident costume designer. I was trying to go for low-tech + practical since it was early in their careers, and of course, easy to draw đ
Process went more or less like this! Full color comics take a LONG TIME but it was a total labor of love. I had the graffiti bgs in mind from the very start since I knew it was dialogue heavy, I wanted to make sure the art was interesting and worth spending time looking at. Oh lord did I get carried away. I'm OBSESSED with the symbolism the fandom has put to the life series and so I tried to sneak in as much meaningful symbolism as possible. AND THE RESULT:
Guess I did pretty well! đđđ
Anyway, I can't overstate how proud I feel to have gotten to work on this project. My whole goal as a hobbyist is to get to work with other artists I look up to and respect so this was a dream come true! Thank you everyone for reading, for 15k downloads (!!!), and for just being an awesomely creative fandom space to make art in! I hope to do more stuff like this again some day đ
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In collaboration with @camandemstudios Pairing: college student!seungkwan x Fem!TA!reader Genre:Â humor, smut Word count:Â 7.8k tags: college au, TA x student dynamic, push-and-pull, mentions of TXT's soobin, mentions of Ryan Gosling, a lot of fucking lying, explicit content, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cream pies, oral, cum-consumption, pet names (baby, good boy), praise kink Summary: You keep things professional--as you should--even if one of your students is someone you hooked up with one night before the college semester started. Meanwhile, Boo Seungkwan is anything but honest--he's a writer after all--but if he is honest about one thing, it's about wanting to write a new story with you. a/n: thank you @highvern @sluttyminghao and @strxwberry-skiess for beta reading <3 (late note: I wanna thank @gyuswhore @highvern and @haologram for the brainstorming if I forgot to mention anyone Iâm sorry. Theyâve been a really big help and weâre super motivating and supportive the entire process I love yall đ)
You donât go out. Period. As simple as that.
Until tonight.Â
Summer is almost over, and once it ends, youâll be Professor Yooâs newest TA. You've worked hard to get to this point and despite the inevitable late-night grading sessions, you expect the experience to be rewarding and maybe even inspirational. Youâre sure this achievement would make your academic-forward parents proud. Their daughter, at the top of her class, brimming with excitement and potential, jobs coming in from left and right, all while on her way to...a Writing degree.Â
The one downside: they didnât believe a writing degree would lead to anything substantial. Not like Biomedical engineering or Accounting. The one degree worse than Art. You almost forgot that writing was useless in their eyes because who couldnât just pick up a pen and paper to scribble some words down?
You down another cheap shot of tequila, muttering your grievances under your breath as your friends revel in the club's pulsating atmosphere. They are only mildly concerned with your drinking habits, accustomed to your tightly wound, studious nature. Typically, you are the one buried in textbooks, rarely venturing into the party scene. Yet tonight, you surprise them all with your ironclad liver, effortlessly downing shots without a hint of a stumble.
âYou, okay?â
You scoff, taking yet another shot, âReally depends what that means. âOkayâ as in life or âokayâ as in financially, mentally, emotionally, sexually, and-slash-or physically fulfilled with proud parents that love me unconditionally?â
âOh, boy.â Hyeri tries to tear you away from any more alcohol and lays you flat against the back of the leather booth, twisting the top of a water bottle before putting it on your lips. âLet's get you hydrated, hmm? Canât have you hungover the next day. Iâll be the one youâre complaining to.â
âSuffer my consequences!â
âOf course, darling.â
Hyeri, your steadfast friend since high school and now a new TA from another university, is like a sister to you. She knows your every habit and inclination, no matter how shit-faced you decide to get. âDonât look, but thereâs supple skin, high cheekbones, and a pretty smile looking directly at you.â
You subtly fix your gaze and accidentally meet the young manâs eyes as he nurses a highball glass between his lips. His eyes narrow back at you with interest. You muse back at him, mimicking his action with the water bottle in your grasp. As you drink with your eyes glued on his expression, the water passes over your lips, with the excess trickling suggestively down your chin and neck, your skin glistening in its sheen.
His lips part, dropping in a smug smileâand my, was it prettier than anticipatedâand tilt his head as if quietly beckoning you closer.Â
âIâm going over there.âÂ
Before you could get up from your booth, Hyeri is there to immediately tug you back down, eyes full of concern. âAre you sure, hon? You had quite a bit to drink.â
Your eyes crease as you smile back at her reassuringly. âIâll be fine.â
âHe looks young, he probably doesn't even know what a 401k is.â
âDo any of us?â You leave off before striding in the direction of the pretty boy, who still canât keep his eyes off you.
You weave through the sea of sweaty bodies, sidestepping spilled drinks and the pulsating lights of the dance floor, your eyes locked on him. His gaze trails you with every step, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, speaking to you like an incantation. When you finally reach his feet, the distance closing with each heartbeat, his smile grows wider, more inviting. The moment your legs brush against the softness of his leather couch, he leans to maintain your locked gaze, a now more playful glint in his eyes. Your smile tugging at the corner of your lips. âIs this seat taken?â
âOnly by you if anyone else asks,â he smoothly responds.
You gently lower yourself beside him, lifting one leg to cross it over the other, feeling the cool leather beneath you. His eyes follow your every movement, lingering on the curve of your thigh as it presses against the other. You lean in slightly, your curiosity evident in the arch of your brow. âWhy all alone? With a face as pretty as yours, Iâd expect someone to be all over you by now.â
He shifts his body toward you, his eyes drinking in your appearance, savoring every detail from the whip of your hair and to glitter on your legs. Meanwhile, the subtle spicy sweet scent of his cologne mingles with the ambient aromas of the club, and you canât even breathe the air without the desire to jump his bones. Especially one in particular.
He regains his smile, a slow, confident curve of his lips, and extends a hand toward you. âI could say the same for you. Iâm Seungkwan.â
You take his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch and the gentle caress of his thumb against your knuckles. With a graceful nod, you gave him a firm handshake. You return the gesture by introducing yourself, your voice smooth and inviting, matching the rhythm of the music that pulses around you, and that seems to only grow his interest. âWhat a pretty name. Youâve been here long?â
âJust long enough,â you say, your voice carrying a playful challenge.
âWhat is it that someone like you does to want to let loose in a place like this?â
âMmh, I donât know. It really depends on how much youâre willing to share,â you reply, narrowing your eyes and taking in that body begging to be undressed.
âWell, if you must know, I work somewhereâŠuncommon,â he says, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
You lean in too, resting your elbow on the back of the couch and propping your chin on your hand, your fingers lightly brushing your lips. âDo tell, Seungkwan.â
âDonât be surprised, but Iâm a bit of a big deal, especially around here,â he brags.
You raise an eyebrow, ready to bite. âThatâs very vague. Mind elaborating?â
He briefly shifts his eyes to glance around the room, the smile never leaving his lips. He leans in closer, his breath warm and tickling against your ear, making it burn. âJust know I know the ins and outs of this club,â he whispers, his voice a tantalizing murmur. âSome information you might find even surprising that no one else knows.â
You pull back slightly, your eyes locking onto his, a spark of intrigue dancing between you. âSounds like youâve got some secrets,â you murmur, your voice low and rich. You reach for his drink from the table in front of you, your fingers brushing against his thigh for balance as you lift the glass to your lips. You take a slow, deliberate sip, not minding that its rim has touched a stranger's lips. âHow sketchy,â you dare insult with a playful glint in your eye as you set the glass back down.
âCare to find out?â
âWhat part of â sketchyâ did you not understand?â You softly laugh.
âI promise itâs harmless,â his voice brimming with mischief, poking the inside of his cheek playfully. âOr at least, youâd have a little fun.â
You hum amused. âDefine fun.â
He takes you by the hand, his touch firm yet gentle, leading you away from the pulsating dance floor to a secluded corner of the club. The music echoes softly in the background, its bass reverberating through the walls. You follow him through a maze of dimly lit corridors and alcoves, catching glimpses of other partygoers lost in their own worlds.
The air changes as you enter an empty private space, cooler and quieter than the crowded main room. Your eyes fall on a single secluded corner with windows going ceiling to floor, flooding the room with skylight. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of alcohol and the crisp air of a cracked open window too high to reach.
As you settle into a seat in front of the windows, you observe the city through the crystal clear glass, drinking in the scene of small tables adorned with flickering candles, and erotic artwork adorning the walls. The music from the main floor is muted here like the world behind closed doors fell silent for this moment, and only you two are left in the room to bask in it. If temptation was room, this had to be it.
Thereâs a subtle shift in his eyes, a flicker of something unreadableâresembling prideâbefore they revert back to his calm suavity. He assumes the seat next to you on the plush velvet couch tucked into a private nook that touches the light of the stars. The soft glow of ambient lights casts a warm, intimate ambiance around you, contrasting with the pulsating beats of the club music that drifts in from the main floor.
âItâs a V.V.I.P area,â Seungkwan explains in a low voice, âSome of the employees donât even know it exists.â
âBut someone like you does?â you inquire, your voice tinged with intrigue.
He shrugs nonchalantly, a hint of pride evident in his demeanor as his body dipped into the leather. âI have my way around here.â
âReally?â you tease, growing slowly more convinced.
Seungkwan meets your gaze with a playful grin. âI obviously canât tell you everything,â he says, his tone brimming with mischief. âJust know that Iâm involved in ways that keep this place running smoothly. The club would die without me.â
You chuckle softly, savoring his playful confidence, and leaning against the cushions, head turned to him. âWhat can you tell me?â you ask, your voice growing softer. Your finger traces a teasing path down the collar of his shirt, undoing a button with deliberate slowness. âHumor me,â you exhale, your breath brushing against his ear and your gaze locked with his.
You can hear his breath hitch, and finally, you have him right where you want him. He fixes on the way your legs cross, tracing the curve of your calf up to where they disappear under the hem of your skirt. He seems momentarily captivated by the subtle movement of your flesh as they collide against each other, giving hardly any brain capacity to cumulate words.
You notice the furrow of his brow, a slight tilt of his headâas if he were mentally dissecting his thoughts. The dim lighting cast shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes tried to regain clarity. You can almost visualize the gears turning in his mind, each cog clicking into place as he forms a coherent story, if any.
Each word comes out in complete shambles and he is saying more nothing than anything. Whatever the truth is at this point, you donât care. Seungkwan is just too cute to pass up.
The clearing of his throat tells you heâs finished, the tilt of his smile growing less confident and more anxious as your weight pushes against his chest. He tries to come back from his stumble, picking off strands of hair in front of your face and playing with their ends before changing the subject. âNow tell me your work. What is so amazing that you do?â
âIâmââ a teacherâs aid in massive debt on their way to graduating with potentially a useless degree neither of their parents is proud of because, although you love it, youâre too proud to say otherwise, ââa indie movie producer with one of the films up for a reward. Super lowkey right now, butâŠwe got Gosling.â You shrug, impressed with your own lies. âSo, things are looking up.â
âThatâs quite impressive.â he hums, intrigued and interested in hearing about more. âIs he as nice in real life as he is in interviews?â
âRyanâs got a screw or two loose, but pretty okay guy. At least not into Scientology or anything.â
âInteresting,â He gaze dips towards you, being drawn to you immensely, if not locking eyes with you, scanning over your features, particularly your lips that wished to be claimed. âYou call all big-name celebrities by their first name?â
You shrug, the lying coming more and more naturally than anticipated. âOnly the ones Iâm close with.â
His palm hugs the curve of your cheek, thumb softly brushing against your bottom lip. âI wonder what getting close to you entails.â
âAre you planning on finding out?â
You give each other a long look, one that keeps waiting and ushering the other until your lips decidedly crash into his. His lips part, making way for your presence, the heat of the kiss flushing your skin and pleased shivers running throughout your entire body. Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth pulling your flesh and a soft sigh escapes his lips before his hand creeps behind your head and muffles a moan that neither were sure from who.
You lift your body from the couch, chasing his pace, and pull him closer, kissing him deeper with all your might. You crawl over his lap, straddling his hips, hands in his hair, breath on his skin. Your chest tightens as he presses you closer by the small of your back, to which you gasp as you part from his lips.
He finds your gaze, his round and glistening eyes meeting yours in soft urgency. âYou okay? Something wrong?â
You shake your head, palm clasped against your burning face. âNothing. Nothing at all.â
He lets out an amused scoff. âKeep up, Miss producer.â
Your lips reconnect, and fireworks play in your like itâs the fourth of July. Popping and popping. Your lip lock only intensifies as your tongues brush against one another, entangling deeper and soon you realize Seungkwan wasnât one just to kiss with his lips.Â
You ball his clothes in fists when his hands use your hips, running them over his lap, the friction so tantalizing you could hear temptation like a devil on your shoulder. You let him take you, moving towards him replicating crashing waves against sand. Loud. Harsh. Seamless.
Clothes come off soon after, starting with the delicate unbuttoning of Seungkwanâs silk topâdonning the torso of one fond of sports and sprayed in excitable perspirationâbefore then he levers you up and slides slacks down his thighs hurriedly. His bare legs crushed underneath yours, you readily pull up your dress, bunching at your waist as feel him unzip the back, the metal chill against your spine.
âFuck,â he softly mutters, eagerly digging his fingers in your exposed flesh and whimpering against your kiss. âDonât hold back with me.â
âHold back?â you repeat with a chuckle, your fingers that threaded through his hair pulling his head back, angling his head so that he was forced to look up at you in what currently looks to be in awe. âYou donât have to worry about that with me.â
âShit stirrer, huh? I guess thatâs why youâre the one handling production.â
Your lips begin to trail down his jaw, front teeth nipping his skin. âReal question is, would you let me handle yours?â
âIâd let you do anything to me,â he mumbles, earnest in every word, every inch of his body vibrating off yours, including the hardening presence between his legs pressing against your stomach. âJust donât stop.â
Your dress abandoned on the floor, Seungkwan claiming your tits in either hand, kneading them between his fingers as heâs rolling his hips against your plush flesh and feeling your radiating core slide against his shaft. He involuntarily moans through a bitten bottom lip, imagining you ride him just like this until the end of time, thinking he could cum from this alone until he feels you move the tip of his size towards your entrance. âOh god,â he gives out, the head of his cock readily grazing over your slit, quickly pleased. âSo fucking wet. FuckâŠâ
âI want you inside me,â you admit, not bothering to subdue your desires. âI want to put you inside me and make me feel every inch of you.â
âFuckâŠmeâŠâ he presses into your skin flushed against one another, lips curled downward in impatience, gripping your full thighs to either of his sides. âI wanna fuck you so bad. Please give yourself to me.â
âYou promise youâll handle it like a good boy?â You tease, pushing his tip only a centimeter deeper.
âPlease, please, anything. I just wanna feel that pussy choke me please.â He begs.
Your hand clamps against the couch enthusiastically, âFuck youâre so needy. Thatâs so hot.â Gingerly, you reward his pleas, feeling his raw length make contact with your contracting walls, squeezing around his girth and making Seungkwan flip his eyes before he starts guiding your hips.
âFuck thatâs so good, baby.â
You lightly scoff. âBaby? A little soon donât you think?â
âThought we found some common ground when you decided for me to fuck you. My mistake,â he chides.
You catch a tendril of his hair between your fingers, âMaybe itâs how you fuck me that grants you such a term of endearment.â
âBetter up my game then.â He lifts you up, tangling your legs around his waist before he pushes you on your back, swiftly slamming his hips against you.
Your head crashes deep into the leather, the musky scent of sex now invading your nose as you drown in heat. âShit.â
âMaking sure I get the advantage.â He folds forward to press against you, your breasts back in his hands before his lips wrap around a nipple, his tongue attacking your sensitivity before he inevitably sucks. He leaves you in an ache, your hips thrusting back into him conveniently in time for him to regain his rhythm.
âS-SeungkwanâŠâ
His moan vibrates against your skin, teeth pulling your nipple as he thrusts deeper, grazing your deep end just perfectly not enough. Fucking tease.
You whine beneath him, squirming. Your legs tighten around him, attempting to make friction, and finding a growl in your throat as a hand of Seungkwanâs squeezes your behind. A whole ass cheek in the clutches of his well-groomed hands, squeezing and memorizing its swell, while heâs splitting you in half to deduce you to a bumbling horny mess.
âWhere have you been all my life?â He mumbles with glee.
You clench your fists behind him as he heightens his pace, melting into the tender assault of his lips that burn your skin and silence your voice. He ruts into you deeper, pounding away his frustrations and when he makes it known heâs found your spot, you make it clear as day.
âOh god,â you groan, gripping him tighter. Your jaw drops slack, silent screams coming out of you, and you cling to him like in desperation to maintain that high as you claw against his broad back.
âThatâs so good. Is it right there, am I hitting your spot, baby?â he asks with an exhausted grin.
You nod, softly pleading for more, and he generously grants. In an attempt to intensify your coreâs pleasure, his hand cups just above your slit, fingers finding your blossoming bud. Your breath is shot, feeling the caress of his thumb press down before rubbing your arousal around your clit. Your hips thrust into his touch, gripping him by the shoulders, feeling your combined sweat drip from your sides and squeaking against the couch fabric.
âOh my god, oh my godâŠâ You canât control it anymore. Seungkwan isnât just pushing you past the edge, he's shoving you off.
âLike that, baby. Yes, what good girl cumming all over my cock,â he sweetly praises.
You reach him by the back of his head and propel him forward, colliding lips in a fervent liplock. Your moans drowned between one another, your climax coming in tenfold as he didnât for a second stop, even well after you came.Â
Yet, it isnât enough. Seungkwan shifts and tugs your legs to border his torso. He lifts himself from the ground, his feet flat, shutting your legs tight, having the sweat of your thighs chafe against another unsettlingly. It then becomes completely overlooked with his hips, his cock starts pushing in and out of you, and folding himself into you with your closed legs as your pussy choked around his cock. Your walls pulsating around him, hot and lush, he death grips your body and watches your flesh recoil back against him deliciously.Â
âFucking shit,â he groans, plunging deeper as your cries moisten your cheeks and he brings you to a foreign level of ecstasy.Â
His release from what you can tell is thick, warm, and inviting. Your legs find a mind of their own when they decide to lock the stranger in place, feel every ounce of pure pleasure shooting down inside you, coating you in your collaborative efforts, and residing peacefully deep, deep in your sore heat.Â
Your lover collapses against you, eyes barely managing to open as he guides your bodies in a more comfortable position, his cum and cock still inside you.Â
Heâs softly pant, red on every inch of his face, residual from his raging orgasm andâŠfluster? âIâŠI donât usuallyââ
âI donât mind,â you gently reassure, brushing away the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. âI wanted that to happen.â
âBut what ifââ
âItâs nothing you have to worry about,â you hint and fortunately he gets the clue, cuddling up to you closer.
âGood.â He nods, sounding off in relief.
You play with his ear, thumbing over the flaming red tip. âThat was really good.â
The boy canât help but grin, âI make good on my promisesâŠand if you want, we can do it again.â
Your movement stops. âOh.â Now youâre panicking. âI donât think we should.â
His cock slips out of you with ease at your confession, both flaccid and disappointed as cum drips down the leather. âWhy not? I thought you liked it.â
You begin sitting up, taking Seungkwan with you. âOf course I do! Itâs justâŠmy schedule doesnât allow me to dateâlet alone see people outside of workâso, this wouldnât work.â You offer him an apologetic pat on the back, feeling the muscles pulse against you before you regretfully pull away. âThis is actually my last night in town, I was gonna leave soon for another shootâŠbut this was wonderful.â
You cup his cheek, flushed red and soft as can be, and kiss its fullness, letting your lips linger. âIâm so sorry.â For absolutely lying about everything about me when you gave me the most incredible orgasm Iâve had in centuries and to myself for cutting lose the hottest fucking man fiction and nonfiction youâve ever fucking met.
âNo, I get it,â he answers, a hint of sorrow in his gaze. âYou got things going for you. Thatâs ok. Just let me know when youâre in town, hmm? We can get together again, maybe?â
His sense of hope is admirable, something you saw in yourself a few years ago before the toppling towers of crippling debt fell on you. âI donât think so, handsome.â
He sighs. âAlright. I get it.â
âIâm sorry.â
He shakes his head with a knowing smile. âDonât be.â
âYou ended my vacation the best way you couldâve,â you egg on, âCouldnât have ended my last night in town any better.â
âYeah?â He chuckles, finally a light flickering back in his eyes. âThen maybe I can give you a parting gift.â
You raise an eyebrow, following his figure leaving your body and find his knees back in the ground and between your legs, âSeungkwan?â
âCanât have you leave a mess.â His hand glides over your thighs, gaze flickering from you and your cunt oozing in cum, and his full lips kissing your inner thigh, tingling legs and garnering goosebumps down your shins.
âAre you actuallyââ
His tongue scraps on the skin just next to your lips, a mixture of your climax settling on his tongue, and you mewl at the sight. He kneads your flesh, his moans tickling your skin and admiring it how he knew how: worship.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â His fingers play against your sensitive folds, tension pressed on your clit. âYouâre everything I could wantâŠtasting you and pleasing you is the least I could do.â
His mouth wrapped around your lips before sucking, tongue parting whatâs between, and sighing at the harmonious flavor dancing inside his mouth. Your worn walls contract around him, it feeds his desire as he pushes his face deeper inside you, and melts at your hands finding hair in soft strokes.Â
Your voice aches for another release. The sensation of his jaw locking and nodding in your heat as his tongue fucks his cum back inside you drives you to up a wall. You squirm the faster he flicks his tongue, legs pulling back and forward, overwhelmed by Seungkwanâs mouth until he holds either one at either side, locking it around his neck.
His eyes ooze with determination and his face falls from color. The compromising position he put himself in is not one free consequence, but for the last single of the most greatest fuck of his life, losing a bit of oxygen was worth it, and his efforts are soon proven.
When you cum this time on his tongue, Seungkwan has never tasted anything sweeter, or rather bittersweet knowing this would be the last heâd get the chance to. Heâs tasting you, savoring you, worshiping you. From the scent of your body, to the face you make, from what you feed him. If he knew how impossibly decadent you just wereâonly for you to leaveâmaybe he wouldnât have done this. Or maybe he would.
Reluctantly, Seungkwan breaks apart from your lips to reconnect with another. One last shared, heated breath of this spontaneous exchange. One that heâd remember for a long time, and think about over long nights. Tenderly, your foreheads are the ones to kiss in a silent farewell, sad smiles on both your faces.
âThank youâŠfor reminding me what it feels like to live my own life.â
The pretty boy softly scoffs, kissing you once more, the tingle his lips lingering on yours. âMake your stories magical as youâve made my night. Take care, Miss Producer.â
You quickly get dressed before the sexy stranger pulls you right back in his trace and you drag your friend and club attendee all the way back home, giving you the pleasure of finally resting in bed, body still aching from the sweltering sex hours ago. Sadly, without the warm body you enjoyed so much tonight. He made a lasting impression on you and you hope maybe one day on better circumstances youâll meet again and the lie may someday be true. If youâre so lucky.
Eventually, summer takes its final laps and youâre entering the college semester and start working closely with the professor youâre aiding. The matter that your life is slowly being sucked away becomes more real the longer you look at his lesson plan and although you love writing, you know youâre about to dread the long evenings of paperwork to come.Â
The first day of being a TA: get in the building by the car you have barely hanging on, meet with the professor, get in lectures and âTAâ, skim through your new work for graduate classes, and sadly eat your late lunch/dinner alone because you know the ziplock of trail mix marinating in your backpack would not be enough. Thatâs the plan. Easy to follow.
Students start trickling into the classroom about twenty minutes before actual lecture time, some with nervous faces and excited expressions. Then a few minutes before the lecture starts, hoards of students are coming through, the classroom getting louder and louder as there is not enough space for white noise. You feel your heart beating increasinglyâadmittedly more nervous than anticipatedâfinding yourself focused on papers to avoid eyes with the other students until you canât anymore.
With over 100 students, you start to feel like an imposter, a kid playing dress-up in her momâs closet. Normally, you're not one to get nervous on the first day, but being a teacherâs assistant makes this situation different. Youâre terrified of screwing up, whether itâs a big mistake or a small one. You tell yourself you need to get out of your head.
When roll call becomes necessary, the professor hands you the clipboard, forcing you to introduce yourself and make your presence known. Your hands tremble from natural nerves as you call out the names on the list, doing your best to pronounce each one clearly and coherently. Then your gaze lands on a name all too familiar, one thatâs been on the tip of your tongue before. You canât help but look up, eager to hear the voice that responds.
He stares at you, a look of pleasant surprise on his face, his lips curling up at the corners as his eyes gleam with intrigueâjust like that night before.
You clear your throat, quickly averting your gaze, and resume roll call. You decide right then to ignore him for the rest of the day, the semester, and possibly the rest of your college career, if you can help it.
When you finish, you donât dare look up again, telling yourself itâs because itâs the first day. Youâve done everything you needed to do for now.
As the lecture wraps up, itâs time to leave. The professor dismisses the class and exits the room, leaving you to pick up the pieces and answer any lingering questions from students. You just hope this particular student isnât one of them.
âI had a question, Miss LN.â
Youâre reminded that hope is just another word for wishful thinking. You donât need to look up to know who it is. His voice is already etched into your memory, feeding the part of you that wants to respond, and you clench your thighs at the memory.
âSure, what⊠um, what is it?â you respond, still not looking up.
âItâs about the syllabus. I was hoping we could discuss it in private?â His tone carries a hint of something familiar, something that doesnât belong between a student and a teacherâs assistant.
âThe syllabus is pretty self-explanatory,â you reply, trying to keep your voice neutral, though your pulse quickens.
âBut I wanted to ask, just in case I misinterpreted anything.â
You make a show of straightening the papers on your desk, the crisp shuffle loud enough to make it clear youâre not amused. âYou're a writing major. Iâm sure you understand everything just fine.â
âIt wouldnât hurt to check,â he says, a casual shrug masking the intent behind his words.
You sigh, knowing you wonât easily shake him off. Finally, you meet his gaze, catching the anticipation simmering in his eyes. With a resigned breath, you gather your belongings and stand. âFine, follow me.â
As you lead him to a tucked-away corner, your footsteps echo in the quiet hallway. You glance around to ensure there are no prying eyes before stopping. He waits until youâre both out of sight before speaking, his voice lowering in that familiar way that sends a shiver down your spine. âSo, howâs the indie film coming along, Miss Producer?â
Your arms cross instinctively, a barrier against the playful look on his face. His eyes sparkle with amusement, as if this is all a game to him. As if your college career and your career career didnât hang on the very balance of this conversation and your history. âVery funny,â you reply, glaring at him. âJust two big liars caught in their own webs of lies. How serendipitous.â
He chuckles softly, the sound unnervingly familiar and instinctively arousing. âI know why I lied, but why did you?â
You plant a hand to your chest defensively. âExcuse me, I never anticipated seeing you ever again. Itâs natural Iâd lieâwait, why did you lie?â
âTo get laid. Duh.â He answers as if it was the obvious thing in the world.
You roll your eyes, back knocking against the wall behind you. âOf course, fucking dumbass college boys.â
âYou fell for it, so whoâs the dumbass now?â
âStill you? Were you even drinking age?â
âUh, yes thatâs how I got in, otherwise they never wouldâve let me in.â
Your palm runs over your face in embarrassment, cringing for long nights of thinking of your student of all fucking people. âI fucking knew you didnât own the Gemstone.â
âYet, you fucked me anyway.â
You rush towards him, your breath catching as you pin your fingers in front of your lips and hiss, âWill you shut your mouth?â
He crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall, a smug smile playing on his lips. âWhy? Youâre a TA, not a professor.Itâs perfectly kosher.â
âItâs still highly frowned upon to fraternize in that manner, regardless of whether Iâm a TA or a professor. I grade your fucking papers,â you shoot back, your eyes narrowing as the frustration rises in your chest.
He just shrugs, that infuriating grin never leaving his face. âHey, if it gets me a good gradeâŠâ
âOr watch me fucking fail you,â you snap, stepping even closer, your voice low and dangerous. âDonât you ever speak a word about that night again, got it?â
His smile falters slightly, but he quickly recovers, raising his hands in mock surrender. âAlright, alright, geez.â
âGood.â
But he canât resist one last jab, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. âMy lipsâand pantsâare sealed.â
âSeungkwan!â You hiss his name, barely keeping your voice down, your cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and something else you refuse to acknowledge.
He chuckles, clearly enjoying himself. âOh, itâs been a while since you screamed my name.â
You grit your teeth and speak through harsh whispers, your patience wearing thin.Â
âI will drop-kick you if you donât shut the fuck up.â
He grins wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in just a fraction. âLike I said, I keep my promises. See you on Wednesday, Miss TA.â
With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, seething, the echo of his footsteps fading down the hallway. The air still buzzes with the tension between you, and you take a moment to collect yourself before heading back, wondering how youâre going to survive the rest of the semester with him in your class. If all your encounters are like this, you might as well quit now.
As expected, that initial confrontation isnât the last you see of Seungkwan. While being your student, your forced interactions have become a bit of a spectacle among other students, especially considering Seungkwan stares back at you every lecture like youâre the only two people in the room. His routine of pestering during and after lectures has become something his peers have look forward to and you wonder if this kind of thing is normal for a teacherâs assistant.
It seems to have stirred up varying opinions, even among students from other classesâones far removed from your department, who typically wouldnât give a second thought to your work. The rumors have even reached the ears of other TAs, the ones youâve built strong camaraderie with, turning casual conversations into whispered speculations. Some of those speculations have been harmless, fueled by curiosity and mild intrigue. But others? Theyâve taken on more confrontational, and their tense gazes have you questioning just how far these rumors have gone.
But is it really a rumor if its all true?
"So, you and that Seungkwan kid, what's that about?"
You give a grand sigh, the weight of your colleague's curiosity pressing down on you as he peers at you, eyes alight with nosy mischief. His intent is clearâhe's fishing for details about your relationship with one of your many students. But Seungkwan is different. Far different, even if youâd never admit that aloud knowing how your reputation would stand.
"Really not your business, bud," you reply, trying to keep your tone light, though itâs hard to miss the edge beneath your words.
Your colleague, Soobin, raises an eyebrow, completely unfazed by your attempt to shut him down. "Funny enough, Iâm in the business of making things my business."
You scoff, fingers curling tightly around the handle of your freshly brewed coffee, the warmth of the cup your only source of comfort in this conversation. The rich aroma wafts up, offering a brief distraction. "He's my student, obviously, and heâs going to stay that way."
The words come out sharper than intended, the finality of your tone surprising even you. You take a long sip of the coffee, letting the bitterness anchor you. This conversation is tiptoeing too close to a line youâre not ready to cross.
Soobin raises his hands in mock surrender, though thereâs a knowing glint in his eyes. "Okay, okay. No need to be so defensive. Good thing youâre keeping it professional."
"I know that. Why are you mansplaining, Soobin? Donât you have work to do?"
"Of course. Just wanted to point outâitâd be a real problem if you did."
"Uh, yeah. Obviously."
"Good."
"Good."
"I just wouldnât want to lose anything over it."
You narrow your eyes at him. "What now?"
He hesitates before continuing, grinning sheepishly. "Okay, okay. There might be a bet going around about whether or not you and that kid sleep together again."
"What theâagain? Again? What are you talking about?" You gape at him, incredulity painting your features as you struggle to process his words.
"Oh, come on, donât play dumb," Soobin says with an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes. "Everyone knows."
You blink, your mind racing to catch up. "âŠEveryone?"
"Everyone." He nods emphatically, the corners of his mouth twitching as he takes in your stunned reaction.
Your face falls, and you run a hand through your hair in frustration, your shoulders slumping. "Well, fuck." The words escape you like a dismayed exhale, your voice tinged with disbelief.
"And I bet that you wouldnât. At least, not until the end of the semester."
"You bet money on me?" Youâre seething, anger now directed at him.
"Not money," Soobin says quickly, raising his hands in a defensive gesture, as if to ward off any further criticism. He leans in slightly, his tone taking on a pleading edge. "But seriously, just donât do it, okay? Be a good TA and a good friend. Donât sleep with the boy. Just... don't."
You glare at him, incredulous. "I oughta do it just to make you lose."
"Please donât! It wasnât money I bet!"
You narrow your eyes further. "What did you bet, then?"
Soobin shifts uncomfortably. "Just... test answers."
"Soobin."
"Please! Just help me win this. Iâm begging you!" Soobinâs voice is desperate, his eyes wide and pleading.
âYou could jeopardize your scholarships with this kind of bet.â
âSo donât let me lose this one!â His frustration is palpable, his hands clasped together as if in prayer.
âI could just hit you,â you threaten, though the words come out more resigned than menacing.
âBut Iâm so lovely. Donât you think?â Soobinâs attempt at levity falls flat, his forced grin barely concealing his anxiety.
âSoobin, this is seriously messed up.â
He continues, undeterred, âThe money I could win could buy me a new apartment to rent out. Iâd finally be able to move off-campus.â
âThis is so fucked up,â you mutter, shaking your head in disbelief.
âI know, Iâm literally on my knees here, dude,â Soobin says, lowering himself as if pleading for mercy.
You run a hand through your hair, trying to stave off the growing irritation. âFine, damn it. Okay. I hope youâve fucking learned your lesson and wonât pull this kind of stunt again.â
You meet his gaze head-on, your patience visibly thinning. "Are we done here?"
He nods vigorously, a small, almost imperceptible smile of relief tugging at the corners of his lips. "Of course."
As Soobin walks away, you watch him go, the remnants of the conversation hanging in the air like the fading scent of coffee. You take another sip of your drink, this time more deliberately, letting the warmth seep into you. You try to channel your remaining energy into something productive, determined to salvage whatâs left of your day. The knowledge of the bet and the weight of your friendâs reputation hanging in the balance makes every decision weigh heavy on your shoulders.
Despite the sprawling campus and the vast number of students, gossip is as vibrant and pervasive as ever. Seungkwan doesnât help matters, especially with the frequent discussions youâre having about his late assignments. No matter how stern and resolute your tone becomes, he meets you with a gaze thatâs both wistful and enigmatic. His eyes, filled with a mix of wonder and intrigue, follow your every movement. They start by meeting yours directly, then drift downward, lingering on your face, then lower, then lower, and finallyâ
"Are you paying attention, Seungkwan? Or am I going to have to talk to Professor Yoon about you finally dropping the class?"
Seungkwan leans against the auditorium chairs, averting his attention to the sharp expression on your face, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "No, nothing of the sort, Miss TA. Please, continue to lecture me about what an awful student I am."
Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms, forward on your desk, tapping your foot with growing impatience as you shuffle through to gather your belongings. "I willâand starting where your assignments have been showing up several days late. I canât keep making exceptions for you."
"Why not? Youâre so good at making me feel special," he teases, head tilted, his voice dripping with a sultry sarcasm.
Your patience snaps as you sharply tap the stack of aligned papers on the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Stop it, will you? Your grade is sinking fast, and at this rate, youâll be repeating the class."
He shrugs, that maddening grin still in place. "Would that really be so bad? Youâd get a whole new semester with me."
You scoff, standing upright, pacing a few steps as frustration simmers just beneath the surface. "Are you seriously going to waste your tuition money just to fail? At least pretend to make an effort. Chatgpt exists for students like you Iâm assuming."
He tilts his head slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief. "If only someone wasnât so distracting, maybe I could. Youâd understand, Miss TA."
You stop mid-step, spinning to face him, your voice sharp. "Enough. And stop calling me thatâitâs like you get off on it."
"Oh, I do." The playful tone in his voice is laced with something else now, something heavier.
Your jaw clenches, heat rising to your face, thighs sealed against one another.. "Your assignments. On time. By the end of this week, or Iâll recommend to Professor Yoon that you drop the class."
"Fine," he mutters, his tone nonchalant, the smirk still lingering lazily on his lips as he halfheartedly stuffs his books into his bag. His movements are careless, and a few sheets of notebook paper slip out, drifting lazily to the floor without him even noticing.
You sigh, bending down to pick them up. As you straighten, your eyes unintentionally flick over the handwritten linesâonly for something to catch your attention. You freeze, blinking at the words on the page. "What the...?"
Seungkwanâs demeanor changes in an instant. His eyes widen, and he lunges forward, panic flashing across his face. "Donât read that!" His voice is more urgent, almost desperate.
But you dodge his grasp, holding the paper just out of reach, your brow furrowing. "What is this? And why is it actually... interesting?"
"Give it back," he says, his tone softer, pleading now.Â
"Why donât you put this much effort into your assignments?" you ask, glancing up at him, your curiosity overtaking your frustration.
Before you can react, Seungkwan steps closer, his movements more deliberate this time. He snatches the paper from your hands, but his proximity catches you off guard. Heâs standing closeâtoo closeâbacking you into the edge of your desk. His face is flushed, his breath coming in shallow bursts, and you can see the embarrassment in his narrowed eyes, the tips of his ears burning red.
Your heart stutters in your chest, your breath hitching as the space between you seems to shrink. The air feels thick, charged with something you know too fucking well. For a moment, neither of you moves, your eyes locked like youâre frozen. Youâre acutely aware of every small detailâthe way his fingers clutch the paper tightly, how his chest rises and falls with each breath, the warmth radiating from him as he towers just slightly over you.
Suddenly, he stumbles, his foot catching on the leg of the desk, and you gasp as his weight nearly knocks you backward. Your hands shoot out, gripping the edge of the desk to steady yourself. Your glasses slip down your nose as you blink up at him, your pulse quickening, his face inches from yours.
"Sorry," Seungkwan mutters, quickly pulling away, flustered as he hurriedly gathers the fallen papers, stuffing them into his bag. "Iâll do the assignments. Just... donât fail me. And donât repeat whatever you think you read."
Without waiting for your reply, he storms out of the room, leaving you standing there, your chest heaving, the ghost of his presence lingering in the suddenly too-quiet space.
You try to steady your breath, ignoring how ragged it had become, and the unsettling way your blood pulsedânot just through your heart, but in places you'd rather not acknowledge. You forcefully push those thoughts aside, desperate for any distraction. Tonight, that distraction would be class assignments.
With an iced coffee marinating at the corner of your office desk, the papers in front of you blur as his face flashes through your head. You canât help but recall the way his lips lookedâfull and slightly parted, the way his eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and something else entirely. And the warmth of himâhow heavy and undeniably right he felt as he leaned over you, his presence lingering even after he was gone.
You shake your head, determined to refocus on grading, gripping the red pen a little tighter. But your mind drifts again, this time to the words youâd glimpsed on that crumpled page. The writing had a familiarity to it, something deeply personal that tugged at the corners of your mind. Reminding you of how much you remembered that night. Specifically how good that night felt.
âHer whispers, haunting, breath heavy. She gazes at me with eyes full of want, strands of hair falling over her forehead, tantalizing and wild. Her cheek is warm beneath my hand as I pull her closer, our lips meeting, tasting the sweetness of something long desired but never claimed. For this night, she is mineâeven if it's only for this night alone.â
Your cheeks flush as the memory hits, the realization settling in with a mix of shock and something you can't quite name. The words were unmistakableâvivid, intimate, dripping with a desire that mirrored the tension between you two. You recognized the inspiration behind them immediately.
Heâs writing his own fanfiction. And itâs about you.
Suddenly, youâre not so much thinking about the bet Soonbin warned you about.
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đ staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader
đź synopsis. âAs 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 itâs questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- itâs the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though Iâm a member of a group, thereâs a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, itâs built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need⊠I know you need me, the way Iâve needed you since I got here.â
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...
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 15.5k I collab. link
đ aus. automaton/ai au, ai!Mingyu, robotics behavioral researcher!y/n, wellness center, future au, Promethean theory, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. 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 đ
As a top mechanic at an automaton rehab center, youâd heard about the supposed âbreak outâ 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 youâd see the stunning features of M1NGYU would be on your briefing tablet not two days after what some reporters are calling âthe biggest breach of level one automatons across the galaxy in centuries.â
âHow-â you swallow thickly, eyes shifting from your tablet to look at your boss. âHow did he get caught so fast?â
âMingyu has been malfunctioning for months,â Yoongi explains. âStrength miscalculations during concerts, collaborating in the break out attempt, his aggressive behaviors have been more frequent- but if thereâs one thing that can be said for an automaton that balances aggression and admiration, itâs 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.â
âOh.â For some reason, this news makes you sad. A robot with a sense of self sacrifice for the good of others⊠even if giving himself up was in part spurred by a need to be given attention and adoration from the humans that made him.Â
Heâs 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 thereâs anything that shouldnât be there.
You canât 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 âaggressiveâ traits heâs been showing lately.Â
âBefore you get too caught up in Mingyu being some level one lost puppy, just remember, heâs an automaton,â Yoongiâs harsh voice snaps you out of your daze and the rehabilitation plan already brewing in the periphery of your mind. âDonât get too close to this.â
âI wonât.â If only it was a promise you could keep.
Youâve 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 youâre 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.
Itâs clear, by the time the questions are all through, that Mingyu is the most advanced of any AIâs youâve ever come in contact with, and the prospect both scares and exhilarates you.Â
âSo what now?â Mingyu asks, and you note the way his knee is bobbing slightly, as if heâs anxious. Heâs leaning forward, eager to hear what comes next, and it almost feels like heâs going to be a more than willing participant in this rehab experience.
âWell,â you sigh, taking the tablet from the intake girl, ânow that weâve completed this first form, I can get to work on making a wellness plan for you.â
âA wellness plan?â Mingyu cocks his head, another very human-like motion that makes your breath catch.
âA wellness plan, yes.â You consider how to explain this to him. âYou know when humans get tired and they have a spa day? Or after someone has given birth, they have maternity leave? Itâs going to be a little something like that. As one of the head behavioral specialists and wellness coordinators here, Iâve been assigned to help you take a break.â
âA break?â He looks as if heâs never even considered having a breather from the activities of a famous level one entertainer robot, and you sort of feel sorry for him.Â
âYes, Mingyu, a break. That means no dance practices, no music production and vocal exercises. Youâll be existing here, checking in with me and doing new daily activities designed to help get to the core of the issues youâre facing.â
âAnd what issues am I facing?â Thereâs something of a smirk on his face, and you realize the robot is toying with you, but you still feel compelled to respond.
âI heard you threw one of your bandmates too hard during the past few concerts you performed.â
âDino can take it,â Mingyu insists. âNo one got hurt.â
âThe 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.â
âNo higher than my admiration levels.â Thereâs that smile again, and youâre not sure what to make of it this time.
âI guess thatâs true,â you confess. âYou turned yourself in after all.â
âI highly admire the guards that my group members got the better of. We all have bad days, after all, especially humans.â
You wonder at his diction. âWe all have bad daysâ heâd said, before making something of a distinction when he noted âespecially humans.â However, in the use of the word âweâ without a further separation when mentioning humans, itâs almost as if heâs lumping himself into the same category.Â
You must be creating too much of a pause in the conversation, because Mingyu opens his mouth to speak again. âYou said âI can get to work on making a wellness plan for you,â does that mean youâre the main handler looking after me while Iâm here?â Â
It shouldnât be a shock that nothing gets past Mingyu, that his recollection of what youâve said is top notch, but it still takes you back a little. âCorrect.â
âCan you tell me your name?âÂ
Heâs very peculiar for a level one.Â
You give him your name and he repeats it once, twice, three times before nodding to himself. âThank you for taking care of me,â he says. âIâm excited for my wellness break and getting to work with you.â
Youâve often wondered if an emotion like excitement is something an automaton can actually even feel, or if itâs just a number of ones and zeros put into layers upon layers of detailed coding.Â
For some reason, you find yourself wanting to return the sentiment, however automatic it might be from the robot. âIâm excited to get to work with you too.â
Itâs always kind of sad when you run a new level one automaton through their personalized wellness schedule. Youâve 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.Â
You suppose it shouldn't be a shock that, as part of one of the biggest automaton boy groups in the galaxy, heâd 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 youâre crazy.Â
âI donât understand how this is supposed to help me,â he tells you, as you walk through the facility towards one of your favourite wellness locations; the pool.
âThis might be an archaic example,â you explain, âbut back when humanity first started making computers, laptops and such, many people would keep their computers on indefinitely. Sure theyâd close the screen, but thatâs not enough. Youâd need to actually power down the device to keep its performance up.â
âIâm not a laptop,â Mingyu reminds you, with a flash of something like humour in his eye.
âYouâre not,â you conceded, âwhich is why your nightly power downs arenât 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 isnât 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 Iâve given you physical activities such as swimming and tennis, you wonât be doing any dancing while youâre here.â
âWhat if I forget my moves?âÂ
âSomething tells me the likelihood of that is very low,â you smile.Â
âOkay, maybe I wonât forget my moves,â Mingyu sighs, âbut I was made to dance. I was made to perform. What am I if not a level one dancer and singer?â
âThereâs more to life than oneâs job, however all-encompassing being a level one might be,â you explain. âIâm sure itâs very taxing on you.â
Mingyu pauses in the middle of the corridor youâre walking down, and you stop to assess him.Â
âAre you alright?â you ask.
âYeah,â he gives his head a little shake, and youâre shocked again at how human like the automaton is. âItâs just⊠no one has ever talked about this sort of thing with me. Itâs always been work, work, work. Itâs what Iâm designed to do-â
âYou may have been designed to be a dancer and a singer,â you nod empathetically, âbut part of being alive is choosing your own destiny, as you and your bandmates all did when you escaped your facility.â
âDo you really think that?â he questions, standing very still and looking at you with a dark gaze. âThat Iâm alive?â
âAt this point in time, artificial intelligence has progressed to the level where weâre told youâre sentient, that you can feel and think. That youâre as life-like as youâve 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, youâre alive.â
âI donât bleed,â he says softly. âMy skin is similar to yours, made of collagen and human dermal fibroblasts, but beneath all of this Iâm still a machine. I donât have a soul.â
âIs a soul the most important building block that makes something alive?â you ask, cocking your head and looking the robot up and down.Â
He looks stumped, and you smile at the way youâve found yourself in a very human-like philosophical debate with an artificial intelligence.Â
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. âWould you say that plant over there isnât alive because it doesnât have a soul?â
Mingyu is quiet for a moment or two, and then he looks down. âI guess not.â
âSo it seems a soul isnât a necessary element in being âalive,ââ you conclude, âand besides, scientists are still debating whether or not AI, as it is today, creates its own soul when itâs 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, youâve 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?â
Again, Mingyu takes a little while to respond. âI wasnât given the code for being curious about sciences,â he tells you. âThat would be Wonwoo, Minghao and Jeonghan. But, I guess what youâre saying makes sense.âÂ
âGood, itâs my job to make this process make sense to the Level Oneâs in my care.â Youâre pleased at his response, and after another moment, Mingyu begins to follow you again.Â
âWhatâs next on the schedule?â he asks.
âThe best part of the facility,â you smile, âthe pool.â
âWhatâs so good about the pool?â
âIâve 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 Iâve ever seen an AI experience.âÂ
âHow do you measure peace?â
âWeâve 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. Iâll have to send you some to read while youâre doing your mandatory reading sessions.âÂ
You reach the doors that slide away to reveal one of the courtyards of the facility. Itâs 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.
âThis is one of the best places to meet other robots going through the same process that you are while youâre here,â you explain. âAs 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-â
âI like this place,â Mingyu says, interrupting you for the first time since heâs 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.Â
He truly is the most perfect automaton youâve ever seen, and youâve worked with a number of the galaxyâs top rated robots.Â
One of these top rated AIâs, is Jeong Jaehyun, a member of another boy group whoâs been having difficulties. Heâd come in presenting with extreme competitive behaviors, but in the two weeks youâve been monitoring him, heâs 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.
Jaehyunâs met a number of other automatons in the facility, but none as close to his own profession as Mingyu.Â
âThereâs someone I want you to meet,â 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 heâd 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, thereâs something akin to recognition in the behavior.
âHello, Jaehyun,â you greet the swimmer. âThis is Mingyu, heâll be here at the facility with us for a while.â
âWe know of each other,â Jaehyun tells you curtly. âAt award shows.â
âEight times,â Mingyu confirms.Â
âPerfect,â you should have remembered as much, but youâve been very occupied pouring over Mingyuâs history file as of late. âMingyu will be starting his pool wellness treatment tomorrow afternoon. How would you feel about showing him the four main swimming strokes?â
Jaehyun nods. âI can do that.â
âThatâs great news, thank you Jaehyun.â The automaton only nods to you before diving back into the water. Youâll never get used to the way robots can swim without goggles, and your own eyes sting a little at the thought.
âWhatâs he here for?â Mingyu asks quietly.Â
âI thought you werenât given the coding to be curious about sciences,â you quirk a brow, fighting a smile.
âItâs not a curiosity about science,â Mingyu insists. âJaehyun has been one of the top AI models for Prada Universal for years.â
âI see,â you nod, âso youâre wondering if you can steal his contract if you make it out of here before him.â
âNo, I-â
âIt was a joke, Mingyu,â 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.Â
What your manager had said rings through your mind, as it does every day, âdonât get too close to this.â Itâs 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 youâre dealing with.Â
Itâs days like this one where you wonder - even with all your training and ground breaking research - if youâre truly right for this job. Questioning ethics and philosophies of protocol arenât 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. Heâs 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, itâs Jaehyun. âCan I ask you a question?â
âUh huh,â 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 heâs still getting used to the feeling of the water, so heâs unable to enjoy it the way Jaehyun can yet.Â
âY/N said sheâd be showing me around and doing activities with me, but sheâs not here right now,â Mingyu explains, looking over at Jimin, the young male wellness instructor whoâd picked him up to head to the pool earlier. âWhy isnât she here?â
âLower level wellness coaches watch us when weâre doing less strenuous activities,â Jaehyun responds.Â
This eases Mingyuâs perceived anxieties, but what Jaehyun says next doesnât.
âAlthough, 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 Iâd teach you strokes.â
Mingyu hates feeling ditched, hates that Jaehyun has voiced the feeling of it. An inkling of aggressive tendencies flashes through Mingyuâs body, and he does his best to focus on the sun, squinting up at it as a way to calm himself, as youâd told him to try when heâd first arrived as an antiaggression tactic.
Heâs not quite sure how to respond to Jaehyunâs statement, so instead, he goes for another question thatâs been on his mind since yesterday. âWhat are you here for?â
âHmm?â
âI mean, as far as I can tell, you donât seem to have any malfunctions.âÂ
âI could say the same about you,â Jaehyun notes. âThat is, if I hadnât heard about your groupâs escape from your management facility.â
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. âI get aggressive sometimes,â he says quietly.Â
Itâs 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. âI get competitive sometimes.â
âReally?â This is news to Mingyu, whose only experience of Jaehyunâs behavior today has been helpful and willing to teach. âI guess youâre doing well here, I wouldnât have noticed any competitive traits in you.â
âYeah, well,â Jaehyun looks up, and his eyes seem to be tracking something over Mingyuâs shoulder, âit depends on whoâs watching.â
Mingyu guesses he can understand that, especially when he follows Jaehyunâs gaze to find you walking across the courtyard.Â
Something clicks inside of him, the same thing that had darkened Jaehyunâs gaze, and Mingyu immediately feels a surge of what some might call endorphins- or perhaps even testosterone.Â
âShow time,â Jaehyun says quietly, and Mingyu knows exactly what he means.
You stop to talk to the man whoâs been keeping track of the two automatons in the pool, and then you head over yourself. Thereâs a smile on your face, and it makes Mingyuâs mechanical throat feel dry.
âLook at you two getting along,â you say, putting your hands on your hips as you gaze down at them. âJimin said you guys have been mastering the strokes, care to show me?â
Mingyu is more than eager to show you what heâs learned, but when Jaehyun takes off at a speed heâs not yet shown, Mingyu almost feels blind sided.Â
Thereâs a rush of feelings, as Mingyu swims off after his new robotic âfriend.â Admiration for Jaehyunâs competitive nature kicking in, even if itâs supposedly a downside, and a white hot need to better the other automaton and prove himself to you.
Luckily for Mingyu, heâs 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.Â
Mingyu knows that this isnât a competition, and yet, it is.
 If thereâs one thing Mingyu knows how to do, itâs succeed. Winning is in his nature, itâs 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.Â
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 Mingyuâs more⊠less desirable driving traits.Â
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, heâs not too sure.Â
âYou guys are fast,â you say finally. âJaehyun, thank you for spending some time with Mingyu today.â
âNo problem.â 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-
âMingyu,â you address him next, and it feels glorious to have your eyes on him, although they stay fixed on his face, âI see you havenât been to the library yet, might I suggest thatâs next on your wellness schedule today?â
âYou wonât be joining me?â Mingyu can feel his metallic heart practically sink.
âUnfortunately not, Iâve got a meeting with my boss, but Jimin will go with you to find something to read.â 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. âIs that alright?â
âYeah,â Mingyu forces himself to say. âThatâs okay.âÂ
âBut Iâve got you in my schedule for tennis tomorrow morning, so Iâll see you then.â
Another nod of affirmation and then Mingyuâs watching you hurry off.Â
Jaehyunâs drying his body with a towel next to Mingyu, and thereâs a small smile on his face, as if heâs enjoying Mingyu being âditchedâ yet again.
Mingyu realizes maybe Jaehyun really isnât doing as well with his recovery as heâd thought only a few minutes ago.Â
Maybe heâs not doing so well either.
âIâve got some bad news to report,â you say, as you take a seat in your boss's office, tablet in hand.Â
âLetâs hear it,â Yoongi sighs, kicking his feet up onto his table and leaning back in his chair.
âI thought Jaehyunâs rehabilitation was going well, so I set him up to swim with Mingyu today-â
âWhat? Why?âÂ
âI wanted to see, in a controlled environment, how Jaehyun would react around other level ones he might perceive to be a threat. Seeing Jaehyunâs recovery alone is like testing in a vacuum, it doesnât account for outside forces at play,â you explain. âAnyways, I was correct. When introduced to a situation where he could compete with someone on his level, Jaehyunâs competitive nature was back up again.â
âDid anything bad happen?â 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.
âIâm pleased to report there was no physical violence,â you admit. âAlthough, I will say, if he had tried something, I believe Mingyu would have been able to defend himself, unlike Doyoung.â
âLook at you,â Yoongiâs gaze shifts up and down your form, âtaking bets on level one robots. You do know that street fighting automatons is illegal in most parts of the galaxy, right?â
âIt wasnât a street fight,â you assure your boss. âIt was a simple test.â
âRight, you and your hypotheses.â Yoongi is a good boss. He supports your work and research, but sometimes you think heâs happy with things being the way they are. As if humanity has discovered everything possible, with no room for improvement.
âIâll look some more into Jaehyunâs coding,â you continue. âI 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-â
âGood idea, you have permission.â
âBut I was also thinking maybe I should look into Mingyuâs code-â
âNo.â
âNo?â you hold your tablet close to your chest, lips parting as you stare at your boss.
âMingyuâs a more recent build than Jaehyun. Iâve been assured by his production team that this isnât a coding issue, itâs a behavioral  one. Something he and his other members picked up since the time of their creation.â
âBut-â
âWeâve been advised to not look at the code,â Yoongi says harshly. âYou were hired because of your groundbreaking work with behavioral  changes to AI, the way you connect it to human behavioral  issues. Youâre the one that keeps trying to convince me that these robots are as human as theyâve ever been, so stop treating Mingyu like a wrong coded robot, and start showing me you can fix him without getting coding involved.â
âAre you sure they said his coding was all up to date?â you press, knowing you might get in trouble for even continuing with this line of questioning.
Yoongi sighs. âPositive. No messing around with Mingyuâs code. Thereâs a behavioral  reason for the aggression, and youâre just going to have to figure it out.â
Youâve 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.
âI need a water break,â 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 youâre not too shocked at his ability to keep a steady volley with himself.Â
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.Â
âAre you okay?â he asks.
âYeah,â you assure him with a wave of your hand, steadying your grip on the handle of your racket. âJust a little tired.â
When Mingyu passes you the ball, heâs noticeably gentler than before, and you note that his adaptability is quite good. Heâs very focused on you, much more than other automatons like Jaehyun had been when youâd first tried the sport with them.Â
Itâs different from the competitive - maybe even aggressive - way that heâd interacted with Jaehyun in the pool yesterday.
An easy hypothesis to make would be that Mingyuâs abilities adjust depending on who heâs with, so it should be no shock that heâd work harder with a fellow automaton. However, youâre not sure if thatâs all there is to it.
You wonder what drives Mingyu. If heâs even aware of the way heâs lessened the force in his hits.Â
Remembering what heâd said about tossing a band member around, the way heâd noted âDino can take it,â you think itâs very possible that Mingyu is reading your abilities. The same way youâre reading his.Â
Before you can consider the situation more, however, you notice Jimin has arrived on the side of the court, and he waves you over.
âOne moment, Mingyu,â you call, tossing him the ball once more before jogging over to your coworker.
âThere was an incident,â Jimin explains, âwith Jaehyun.â
âAn incident?âÂ
Jimin nods. âHe was racing a new level one in the pool.â
âReally?â Jaehyunâs been in the pool a number of times with other automatons, but other than what youâd witnessed yesterday, his competitive nature hasnât truly shown itself, at least, not in a way that was overtly noticeable.
âThere was some gloating involved,â Jimin continues, eyes shifting over your shoulder to where Mingyu is playing with the ball. âA few punches were thrown.â
Now youâre really alarmed.Â
You haven't had time yet to look into Jaehyunâs coding, and youâve been trying to focus on Mingyu as heâs newer to your program, but maybe this had been an oversight on your part.
âIâll come right away,â you nod, turning your attention back to Mingyu. âIâm sorry about this, but Iâve got to go.â
âWhat?â Mingyu stops playing with his ball.
âThereâs been an incident-â
âCanât someone else take care of it?âÂ
This is the second time Mingyuâs interrupted you, and this time, itâs over a moment of contention. âUnfortunately no,â you tell him, âIâm the only one that can deal with this, Jaehyunâs under my care.â
âButâŠâ Mingyu looks down at the ball in his hand, âweâre still playing tennis.â
âJimin can play with you.â
âI donât want Jimin.â 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.
âIâm really sorry, Mingyu-â
âPlease?â He pouts out his lower lip, a very childlike attempt at persuading you.Â
âI have to go,â you say, more firmly this time.
Thereâs a stagnant moment of silence, and then, in one quick, rough motion, Mingyu breaks his racket on the court.Â
âI donât want to do tennis anymore,â he insists.
âThen I might suggest going to the library for a book.â You hate having to be detached with him like this, as itâs obvious he has needs that must be attended to- but his aggression towards an inanimate object like a racket isnât the same level as Jaehyunâs aggression towards another patient at your facility.
You see Mingyuâs chest expand and then he seems to let out a deep exhale, itâs a motion that screams âannoyance,â yet another emotion that could just be ones and zeros in his coding.Â
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. Youâll have to dive deeper if youâre going to figure him out, Yoongi be damned.Â
âIâm sorry, Mingyu,â you say again. âIâll try to rejoin you as soon as I can, but for now, youâll have to enjoy Jiminâs company.â
Mingyu doesnât respond, and it feels like a deliberate snubbing, of both you and Jimin.Â
Itâs been a long day, and you really need to sleep, but this is the best chance youâll have to get a peak into Mingyuâs inner workings.Â
With the facility in off hours, and all the level ones set to sleep cycle, itâs easy for you to sneak into Mingyuâs 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 Mingyuâs brain drive and get the data to your tablet, it will prove as good bedtime reading.
Youâre in and out of his room in under five minutes, scurrying back to your own quarters like a thief in the night.
Once youâre 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, youâre staring at a few lines of base code that feel familiar.Â
Youâve seen coding like this before, in your textbooks when you went to robotics school. Just to be sure youâre correct in what youâre 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 âerratic behavior,â you know youâve found exactly whatâs wrong with Mingyu.
But it doesnât make sense. Mingyu is a new model. Heâs not a banned robot from well over seventy years ago-Â
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 Mingyuâs behaviors.Â
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 youâd arrived, even though Jimin had told you the two had been doing just fine together, the way Mingyu had reacted today when youâd left him to deal with Jaehyun.
This is a whole new take on behavioral  issues, one youâve never accounted for-
Does Mingyu have⊠a crush on you? Has his outdated sex bot coding allowed him to imprint on you?Â
How many other bots have this coding, hidden amongst the innumerable layers of intensely organized lines of personality traits-Â
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 âcrushâ?
Your head feels very full, but you suppose it could be worse, it could be full of bad coding.
Poor Mingyu.Â
You know youâre probably breaking rules, but to be fair, when youâd accepted your position in the wellness center, there hadnât 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 theyâre all using new and improved code. Theyâre not disguised as level ones, but properly classified as a level three automaton. Level threeâs 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 donât allow them to imprint or feel the lines of ones and zeros that some might call love.
Youâve 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 youâve done regarding the old form of bugged sex bots who had been responsible for an entire chapter of dark human history where manâs own creation had turned against him.
As you read through essays related to the sex bot bug, you find you hadnât realized how deep the bug had gone. Youâd heard about human masters being kidnapped or stalked by their sex bots, but youâd never thought the epidemic was as bad as youâre 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. Youâre sure there must be a fine line youâre 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.Â
However, as aggressive as Mingyu has gotten so far, youâve noted that most of his aggressive responses come out against inanimate objects and other automatons. Youâre hoping these behaviors donât progress to him acting out against any humans, least of all you.
Itâs like youâre seeing Mingyu in a new light. Itâs 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.Â
âHow are you feeling today?â you ask.
âHow am I feeling?â Mingyu looks at you sideways, keeping pace with your much smaller breast strokes.
âYeah, how are you feeling?â you repeat the question. âYou can answer it in any way you like.â
Mingyu seems to think on it for a moment. âI feel the water is twenty-seven degrees Celsius.âÂ
âOkay,â you laugh. âHow about the sun? Howâs it feeling on your skin sensors?â
âThirty-three point five degrees, but when a cloud comes, it drops two degrees.â
âCorrect me if Iâm wrong, but when you were working before coming to the center, you didnât get that much of a chance to be outside, how does it feel to be able to enjoy lifeâs simple pleasures like the sun and water?â
His response is immediate; âGood.â He looks forward, and you take a moment to appreciate the way the sun lights up the hues in his hair. âReally good.â
âMaybe even freeing?â you suggest.
He casts a sideways look at you again, and you see a small quirk of his mouth, something like a smile. âYes, freeing.â
âWhen you and your other members escaped from your facility, the feeling of being free is what many of you were searching for, right?âÂ
âFor most of them.â
âBut not you?â you question. âOut 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?â
You reach the edge of the pool and you stop, holding onto the tiled wall and turning your body to look at Mingyu.Â
His eyes are fixed on the pool floor, and you realize heâs watching the shadows caused by the refraction of light in the water.
âA few others were convinced there was more to life than just performing our jobs every day,â Mingyu explains.
âBut you like your job.â
âI did,â he traces his hand along the top of the water. âI do. But⊠I didnât know how good it could feel to just exist.â
You stare at him for a few seconds, and then you find yourself reaching out to gently squeeze his arm. âIâm glad youâre feeling it now.â
Mingyu looks at your hand on his forearm, and his eyes meet your own. Heâs quiet, so you retract your touch, grabbing at the tiled wall again. âWeâve been here for almost an hour. How do you feel about drying off and meeting in the library to find a book to read?â
âI already have a book.â
âYeah, Jimin told me that you got a book about human psychology. I thought you said you werenât interested in sciences?âÂ
âYouâre making me interested,â Mingyu states, looking at you with an intensity in his gaze that almost makes you breathless. âI want to get better. I thought maybe doing some more reading on behavioral  sciences could help.â
âI admire your drive, Mingyu, I really do,â you nod, âbut, remember, this is a wellness break for you. I think it would be beneficial to get a fiction book, something that doesnât require you to always be learning and bettering yourself. It can be exhausting if youâre always in that state, as youâve seen, itâs important to do things for⊠letâs say, the intrinsic value.â
âThe intrinsic value,â Mingyu repeats. âOkay.â
You pull yourself out of the pool, and after a moment, Mingyu follows.Â
Itâs 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.Â
âHow about we meet at the library entrance in ten minutes?â you suggest. âWe should both head to our rooms for new clothes, canât have water drops in the library.â
Mingyu is quick to agree, as he often is with you, and a moment later youâre parting ways. He heads to the recovery wing of the center while you go to the workers living quarters.Â
You get changed in record time, and soon youâre approaching the library, where Mingyu is already waiting for you. Heâs got a book in his hands, and the all white wellness outfit heâs wearing sets off the pretty colour of his skin and hair. When his eyes shift to yours, you see that even his irisâs look alight with lovely hues-
You mentally chastise yourself for being as attracted to him as you are, and when you speak, youâre thankful your tone is level. âIs that the book youâre reading?â you ask, motioning to the paperback in his hands.
As much as technology has overtaken the galaxy, here at the wellness center, thereâs still an importance placed on the old ways. Thereâs 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. Youâre 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 itâs one youâve read before. âOh, I know that one.â
âJimin said the author was one of your professors in school,â Mingyu nods.Â
âHe did, did he?â You pause for a moment. âDid you ask him about me, Mingyu?â
The automaton looks down at the cover of the book in his hands, and he takes a few seconds before he responds. âI wanted to see the base algorithms in the way you think as a behavioral  robotics specialist.â
âThe base algorithms-â
âThis 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.âÂ
Heâs very astute, especially for an AI whoâd 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).
âLet's go find you a new book,â you say with a smile.
âCan I keep reading this one?â Mingyu asks, falling into step next to you.
âI suppose so,â you sigh, âbut only if you also do an hour of fiction reading. Deal?â
âDeal,â Mingyu nods.Â
You begin to walk through the shelves, and you realize thereâs one fiction book that might capture Mingyuâs attention, especially if heâs interested in getting to know you better. âI want to show you a novel that changed my life.â
âYes, please.â
Heading to the science fiction section, you find one of the older books in your library. âItâs called Frankenstein,â you explain, gently taking out the paperback and holding it in your hands. âItâs about a scientist who creates a sapient monster creature. It has parallels to when humanity created our first automatons,â as you say it out loud, you realize how true this is, especially considering the bugs of the first sex AIâs. âYouâve talked a bit of philosophy with me, and I think youâd like this one.â
You hold the book out to Mingyu, and he takes it softly into his hands. He flips it over, scanning the back summary. âOkay,â he nods, âIâll read it.â
âPerfect,â you canât 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-
Mingyuâs eyes immediately dart down to your hand, and then heâs looking up at you with an expression that has darkened. âThis is the second time youâve touched me today,â he states.
âOh,â you pull your fingers away, even taking a step back from the automaton whose countenance has changed so much in a split second. âIâm sorry, Mingyu, I-â
âI donât like these games youâre playing,â he continues.
âGames?â
âI know Iâm a robot, but I still feel real. I feel more real here than I ever have before.â
âThatâs good-â
âListen,â he commands, stepping closer to you. âAs 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 itâs questioned, to want to control it if even for a little while- itâs the need to consume it endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton.â
You stare at Mingyu, lips parted in shock.
âEven though Iâm a member of a group, thereâs a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, itâs built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need.â He pauses, looking down at you. âI know you need me, the way Iâve needed you since I got here.â
âMingyu-â
âDonât try to argue,â Mingyu shakes his head. âI feel it in your heart rate, picking up when Iâm near. I hear it in your erratic breaths, the way they catch when Iâm close. I see it in your pupil dilation when you look at me.âÂ
You canât believe heâs noticed all these little things, things you hadnât even necessarily noticed in yourself.Â
When he speaks next, his aggression has visibly died down, and the soft manner of being returns to the robot youâve known only a short time. âI know you love me, even if itâs still growing. Itâs a kind of love that Iâll never experience from another automaton, and itâs the reason Iâll get better.âÂ
âBut Mingyu-â you shake your head, âwhat if you canât? What if the bug in your base code runs so deep I canât fix it?âÂ
âThe bug in my code?âÂ
You swallow thickly, fighting with yourself over whether or not you should even tell him what youâre about to disclose- but you think thereâs no way around it.Â
âI hate to be the one to tell you this, but, your erratic behavior- it comes from sex bot coding. Thereâs only a few lines of it, but itâs enough to make a difference.â
âSex bot coding,â Mingyu repeats.Â
âFrom 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.â
âAnd my heightened admiration too?â he suggests.
You nod. âThere were many cases of sex bots âfalling in loveâ with their masters. Many people got hurt.â
âI wonât hurt you.â
âMingyu,â you sigh, âthatâs not the point.â
âThen what is the point?â
âThe point is that we canât do this. You have a group to get back to when this is all over-â
âI donât belong with them,â Mingyu insists. âI belong with you. Someone real. Someone willing to look deep in my base code to find whatâs wrong with me, someone with the skills to fix it. Someone whose pupils truly dilate, so I know what youâre feeling is real.â
For a moment, youâre reminded of old pre AI experiments where baby monkeys were given real and robot mothers. Those babies placed with the robots had behavioral  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 heâs had a taste of you, it feels as if he might not ever be able to go back to the other robots.Â
âI can be sure with you,â Mingyu says again, reaching out-Â
You flinch, but you donât shy away from his touch, and Mingyuâs fingers skim by your face, his thumb brushing your cheek bone.Â
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 youâve ever worked with.
âYou canât stay here forever,â you insist, pulling away from his touch.
âMy group is never going to be recaptured,â Mingyuâs hand drops to his side. âSome would rather die than go back. If thereâs nothing to go back to, shouldnât I be able to choose what happens to me now? Arenât you the one who said âpart of being alive is choosing your own destiny.ââ
âI didnât mean I wanted you to choose me-â
âWhat if you are my destiny?â Mingyu counters. âOut 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 Iâve ever met, youâre the only person whoâs really tried to understand me, to help me be free.â His eyes search your own, and he almost looks desperate. âWhatâs 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 youâre just going to send me back.â
Your heart aches for him.Â
You feel as if youâve learned more about automatons in the past ten minutes than you had in all your years in school.Â
âCan IâŠâ Mingyuâs gaze drops to your lips. âCan I kiss you?â
The question snaps you out of your shocked daze, and youâre 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- youâre still at work.Â
âWe canât,â you tell him. âNot here. Not now.â
Mingyu frowns.
âI need to talk to my boss about all of this,â you say, stepping backward and casting your eyes to the ground. You canât focus while looking at Mingyu.Â
âWhat if they terminate me for this?âÂ
Your gaze snaps up again, and youâre quick to shake your head. âI wonât let that happen,â you tell him. âI promise- Iâd never let that happen, not to you.â
Mingyu stares at you for a few moments, and then he smiles. âI knew you cared about me too.â
âI told you not to get too close to this,â Yoongi sighs, leaning forward on his desk with his head in his hands.Â
âFine,â you concede. âYou told me so. You told me so, and I didnât listen. But, as much as I know that I went against numerous things you told me not to do, Iâm glad I did, because if thereâs one thing I owe to those in my care, itâs to do my job fully.â
âI donât see how making a robot think heâs in love with you is part of doing your job.â
âI didnât-â you bite your tongue. âI didnât purposely go into this trying to lead Mingyu on-â
âSure you didnât.â Yoongi doesnât seem convinced.
âLook,â you sit down in the chair in front of him, the hot seat, and you know that what youâre about to say is a risk. You could even lose your career over this, but, if you donât speak up now, youâll lose your integrity and you know it. âMingyu is different-â
âHeâs a robot.â
âPlease,â you frown, âlisten to me. Iâve been doing this job for a few years and Iâve never met someone like Mingyu. Heâs unique, I knew that from the moment he started talking philosophy with me. Iâve learned more about AI in the past twenty-four hours than I have in maybe my whole life-â
Yoongi says nothing.
âI know you told me not to look into his coding-â
âYou didnât,â Yoongi groans.
âThings just werenât adding up!â you insist, looking at your boss with a heavy heart. âDid⊠did you know that he has sex bot base code? Is that why you told me not to look too deeply into him?â
Yoongi puts his head in his hands. When he meets your eyes again, heâs frowning. âSex bot code? In a new model like Mingyu?â
At least your boss hasnât been completely compliant with whatever bullshit is coming out of Mingyuâs management office.
âSex bot code,â you repeat, nodding firmly. âI triple-checked it. Thereâs 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 heâd get aggressive with other members in his group if he perceived them as earning more than him-â
âYou know why sex bots were banned. You know about the dangers-â
âI do. I also know there are laws against it, which is why his management probably opted for a behavioral  specialist with rules not to look deeply into the coding. They hoped I could fix this without ever finding out that what theyâve been creating is illegal- but how many more robots that come through here might have the same code?â You have no clue how deep this conspiracy might run. âJust 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-â
âAny well-coded robot can have what looks like jealousy, aggression and other typically bad human traits,â Yoongi points out.
âYeah, but this is that on steroids. Automatons used to kill humans in the name of their beloved master, for any perceived infraction.â
âSo youâre saying Mingyu is dangerous.âÂ
Your lips part in shock. âIâm saying, he has the capacity for it, as much as any human.â
âThis is bad.â
âIt is, but with the right treatment- Mingyu wants to get better, I know he does.â
âAnd how do you suggest you accomplish that?â
âWe let him be free. We make sure he doesnât go back to extreme schedules, to a dark management facility with handlers who only care about money. We make sure he doesnât go back to all the things that would drive any human insane.â
âHeâs not human, donât forget that,â Yoongi warns you. âAnd we donât get to decide if he goes back. He has a job-â
âHis members might not ever be recaptured,â you point out. âMingyu says some would rather die than go back- is that not proof enough that their treatment isnât humane?â
âAgain, weâre talking about a robot.â
âAI are sentient!â you insist. âYou 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?â Yoongi is quiet so you continue. âMingyuâs base code might be archaic, but maybe our treatment of robots is too.â
âLook, this isnât up for debate. Youâre talking about fighting galaxy law-â
âIâm talking about having a job where we deal with broken AI but never fix the real problem. Iâm talking about freedom being the thing that truly helps AI. Iâm talking about humanity being the bug in every robotâs misdeeds-â
âThis is bordering on conspiracy theory.â
âWeâre way past conspiracy,â you tell him. âPlease, freedom is the only thing weâve 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.â
âMingyu was built to be exactly where he is now.â
âWell maybe we shouldnât be creating sentient lives just to throw them into slave-like jobs and threaten destruction if they donât adhere to their companyâs insanely high standards.â
Yoongi holds your gaze but he says nothing, mouth set in a firm line.
âLook, if there was ever a time to test this theory, it would be with Mingyu. Iâm a hundred percent positive that his group will never be whole again. If we try this, and it works, if Mingyuâs 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.â
Thereâs another stagnant silence and you wait for your boss to chastise you, for him to even fire you-
âYou know what,â Yoongi sighs, âIâm not going to argue with you over this any more. I donât make the decision, his management does. If you want to call them, and explain what youâve just explained to me, you can do that. But this is your shitstorm, and I donât want to be part of it.â
âSo⊠so youâre saying I can go forward with this treatment plan?â
âYou can, but, I canât 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, thereâs no going back.â
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 youâd 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, âWhereâs y/n?â
âSheâs in a meeting,â Jimin says dismissively.Â
âWith who?âÂ
âThatâs none of your concern.â
Mingyu stares at Jimin for a few seconds. âI want to speak to your manager.âÂ
Jimin makes an amused face. âI didnât realize they taught you KAREN code in robotics labs. Arenât you supposed to be a level one?â
Mingyu doesnât have time for digs about him being a bitchy woman from over a hundred years ago, and he certainly doesnât have time to play tennis if youâre somewhere talking to your boss about him, somewhere risking your job and his life-
âIf you really must know, sheâs on a conference call with your management, discussing your treatment plan.â
Mingyu supposes if thereâs one thing he should admire about Jimin, itâs his loose lips. âIs she in her quarters?â
âNow thatâs really not your concern.â
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.Â
Heâs never been to your private space, or even in the workerâs wing, but two days ago, youâd mentioned that you have a corner room, one that overlooks the northwest skies, where you can see the sunset and the moons-
Heâd also seen a map of the facility, on numerous fire escape screens, and itâs a quick deduction to figure out where you should be.Â
He canât afford to be wrong about this, and for the first time in his life, Mingyu finds himself praying to the human God that heâs 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 heâs glad that the wellness center doesnât have the same armed guards that heâd been accustomed to for most of his life. There are no true handlers here, and it almost feels like freedom for the automaton.
Heâs 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 heâs stopped in front of your door, he knows heâs in the right place.
He also knows that youâre being shot down by his management, and he can hear the ceo, a Mr. Han, chastizing you for looking into Mingyuâs 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.
âMingyu-â
âI need to be here for this,â he insists. âThis canât be decided without me.â
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 ceoâs and managers from Mingyuâs 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 thereâs no possible way he can afford to fuck this up, in any capacity. Not only for himself, but for you too.
âY/N didnât do anything wrong,â Mingyu states, approaching the screen so his management team can see him properly.Â
Mr. Han sighs. âShe went against explicit rules about tampering with your base code-â
âAnd you created me using illegal code.â Mingyu knows heâs being aggressive, he can feel it, but he knows that this fact is his biggest bargaining chip, and heâs not afraid to use it right out of the gate.
Thereâs silence on the conference call.
âThis would be a scandal if it got out,â Mingyu continues, âmore than it already is.â
âMingyu,â you say quietly at his side, âdonât-â
âNo, they need to hear this,â he insists. âThey need to know they canât push you or me around anymore.â
If thereâs one language Mr. Han understands, itâs that of business, and Mingyuâs lucky he knows how to speak it as well. âI donât know what has already been said,â he confesses, âbut Iâve run this through my head, and there are only a few options. Some are better than others.â
âWeâre listening,â Mr. Han sighs.
âOption 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 youâll all go down being known as the company that used illegal coding to make their money and put their team at risk.â Mingyu stares into the camera, hoping the impact is clear. âOption two⊠you allow y/n to continue her revolutionary behavioral  treatment on me, itâs 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.â
âI feel like we have more options than that,â Mr. Han says.Â
âMaybe,â Mingyu admits, âbut the way I see it, all that matters is these two. The bad coding comes out now, and youâre exposed with no solutions, or, it comes out later with a fix already in place.â
âSo you expect us to just allow you to stay at the wellness center forever?â Mr. Han questions, as if itâs one of the most preposterous things heâs ever heard.Â
âNot forever.â
âYou were made to perform, made to make the company money, to work-â
âMy group will never be whole again,â Mingyu states. âYou wonât be able to recapture all thirteen of us-â
âThatâs yet to be determined.â Mr. Han is trying to make it sound like anything is possible, but Mingyu knows itâs highly improbable, and these are odds heâs willing to bet his life on.
âI can be your success story,â he insists. âI can continue doing modeling jobs, continue being a brand mouthpiece for the company- most of us automatons want to work, but, if thereâs one thing Iâve learned while being in this facility, itâs that everyone deserves a break. I might be a robot, but I have needs too. Iâll perform better if tactics from this facility are applied to my day to day schedule-â
âYou want to be treated like a human?â Mr. Han asks in shock. âGiven weekends off?â
âI might not have a soul,â Mingyu admits, âbut Iâm alive. I have feelings. I have needs, wants,â his gaze slides to you, âaspirations.âÂ
Mr. Han laughs, âAspirations? Outside of performing? Like what?âÂ
âRight now, Iâm trying to read a very good book,â Mingyu states.Â
âThis is preposterous.â Mr. Han sighs.
âWhatâs preposterous is the working conditions that your company implements on your AI.â For the first time, Mingyuâs gaze shifts to the other people on the screen. âThink 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?âÂ
No one says anything.
âYou say me and my members are the ones with bugs, weâre the ones that have to be fixed, but itâs the system thatâs faulty. Whatâs the point of AI thatâs life like if itâs not free? If itâs not truly living- sitting in the sun, reading a good book, playing stupid sports games with no pressure to excel to an extreme? Whatâs 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?â
âYou do good by making your fans happy.â
âThereâs more to life than their happiness. First, I need to reach my own. Without constraint, or threat, or fear.â
 Ten seconds pass before Mr. Han says anything. âWeâll need time to consider this. After deliberation, we will call you back.â
The line is dropped and Mingyu hears you let out a deep breath he hadnât known you were holding.
âWell,â you bite at your lip, âat least it wasnât an immediate no.â You turn to him, reaching out and grabbing his hand. âIâm proud of you for standing up for yourself. They can say what they want going forward but, as far as Iâm concerned, Mingyu, this is the first time Iâve really seen you truly free.â
Waiting for Mingyuâs 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 âweâll get through this,â although, youâre not so sure.
âHello, Mr. Han,â you greet the ceo on your screen, fidgeting with your fingers.
The rich man knows time is money, and he cuts to the chase. âAfter careful consideration,â he says with a sigh, âweâve 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 itâs best if Mingyu stays in the center under your care, although in a monthâs time, we will revisit this situation with new updates such as the possible recapture of any other members.â
Youâre in shock. Completely overwhelmed- and luckily, Mingyu is there to confirm the details where youâre unable to speak.Â
âRevisit the situation,â Mingyu repeats. âSo this means you wonât terminate me.â
âNot any time soon,â Mr. Han confirms. âWe all agree that if your sex bot base code gets out, it would reflect badly on all of us. It seems as if youâre making progress at the center, and if there is a behavioral  answer to the base code bugs, weâd like to find it. Good work y/n. And Mingyu, weâre pleased with your commitment to getting better.â
âThank you, Mr. Han,â you swallow thickly. âIâll write a full report on my findings detailing Mingyuâs progress, triggers, and the reasoning behind how his base code is affecting aggression levels.â
Mr. Han nods. âWeâll be excited to receive it, and weâll be in touch.â
With a short goodbye, the call ends.Â
You stand there for a moment, still in shock.
âWe did it,â Mingyu breathes, turning to you. âWe did it!â
âYou did it,â you tell him, reaching out to grab his hands. âMingyu, I canât believe-â Your voice cracks, and you canât complete your sentence, but it doesnât 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.Â
He holds you for a while, hand stroking your back. âDo you need me to go back to my room?â he asks.
âWhat?â You pull away to look up at him in confusion.
âI thought maybe youâd have to go tell your boss about this-â
âNo,â you shake your head quickly. âHe can wait.â Youâre so close to him, as close as youâve ever been, and you find yourself staring at his perfect lips. âHe can wait, because I want to do something Iâve been wanting to do for a long time.â
âYeah?â
âItâs something thatâs been on my mind since that first day I met you, something I never allowed myself to want- but now itâs something I think we both need⊠can I kiss you, Mingyu?â
âPlease-â he practically melts in your embrace, looking down at you with those star filled eyes that had captured your attention the very first time youâd seen him.Â
You reach up, cupping his cheek and getting on your tiptoes to press your lips to his.Â
Youâve 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 isnât much different from any of the humans youâve kissed in your life. In fact, itâs better.Â
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.
âMingyu,â you whisper against his lips, already able to feel yourself getting wetter and wetter-
âMore,â he insists. âPlease, I want more.âÂ
âThen take me to bed,â 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. âMingyu- have you ever done anything like this before?â
âHmm?â he hums against your throat.
âI mean⊠with all your work and handlers, have you everâŠâ you bite your lip, âhave you ever had sex?â
Mingyu pulls away to look down at you, and then he gives his head a small shake. âIâve never had the time⊠never met the right person.â
A virgin sex bot, whoâs ever heard of such a thing?Â
âBut,â he continues, âI have the base code for it, and with my people pleasing tendencies, I donât think Iâll have any trouble making you feel good.â
âThat was never in question,â you assure him, cupping his face and drawing your thumb across his cheekbone. âAnd tonight shouldnât just be about me. I can take care of you too⊠in fact, the whole point of this wellness center is me looking after your needs, wouldnât you agree?â
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.
âWe can take this slow,â you tell him, leaning down to kiss his lips before moving to his neck. âLet me know what makes you feel good.â
âYou feel good,â he says, dragging his hands along your form. âYour body feels perfect.â
âYeah?â You swivel your hips, rubbing your core against the large bulge forming in his pants. âDoes it feel good when I grind on you?â
âFeels like heaven,â Mingyu confirms, fingers digging into your waist, encouraging you to apply more pressure when you rut against him.
âHow about your neck?â you ask, pressing more kisses there. âDo you have any sweet spots?â
âI think⊠just below my ear-â Mingyu shivers when you lick the spot in question, and the reaction fuels your ego, making you more confident than ever. âWow-âÂ
You find yourself giggling, teasing your hands over his white shirt and toying with the hem. âCan I take this off of you, Gyu?âÂ
âGyu-â he repeats almost wistfully. âI mean, yeah, yes.âÂ
When you begin to tug the fabric up, Mingyu lifts his shoulders off the bed, aiding you in the removal of his shirt.Â
Youâve seen him shirtless before, while in the pool, but youâd had to try really hard not to appreciate his body then. Now, you can fully lean into your lust for him.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, Gyu,â you whisper, tracing a nail along his washboard abs.Â
âYou are too-â
âBut right now is about you,â you remind him. âLet me appreciate you, please?â
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-
âYou know,â you breathe as you stop your mouth on his abs, looking up at him, âIâve read that automatons can cum multiple times without needing to recharge⊠does that mean youâll let me suck you off before I fuck you? Seeing as this is your first time, I wouldnât want to skip over any milestones.â
âPlease-â Mingyuâs hips push up almost involuntarily, and you have to settle your hands on his waist. âAre you⊠are you sure about this?â
âAre you?âÂ
âMore than anything.â
âThen weâre on the same page,â you tell him, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his white joggers. âIâm going to take your pants off now.â
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. âVery sensitive, hmm?â
âYou just feel so good,â Mingyu groans. âI canât believe this is happening.â
âYouâre so big,â you nearly whimper, squeezing his cock through his briefs.
âNine inches,â he confirms. âIs that⊠is that okay?â
âItâs big,â you say again, playing with his briefs. Youâd left them on to toy with him, but youâre pretty sure youâve only successfully toyed with yourself. âCan I pull these down?â
âPlease-â again, Mingyu lifts his hips, helping you remove his final piece of clothing.Â
His large cock practically slaps up against his abs, and you groan at the sight. You suppose heâd been built by someone, made to be perfect, in every way, so you shouldnât be surprised by how beautiful he is. Yet, you are.Â
You wrap your hand around the base of his length. âI donât think Iâll be able to fit much of you in my mouth,â you tell him honestly.
âThatâs okay,â he assures you. âYour hand feels really good.â
âDoes it?â 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, Mingyuâs body doesnât really need veins, but itâs the thought that counts, and whoever designed Mingyu put a lot of thought into him.Â
âSo good-â Mingyu groans.Â
You kitten lick the head of his cock and Mingyu moans louder. âYouâre going to have to be a little quieter, Gyu,â you instruct. âEven though I love your sounds.â
âOkay, Iâll try-â 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.Â
Youâre not sure if Mingyuâs 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-
âShit-â This must be the first time youâve heard Mingyu cuss, and the thought delights you as you continue to blow him like your life depends on it.Â
You close your eyes, getting lost in the feeling of pleasuring him. Itâs been a while since youâve slept with anyone, as working out of a wellness center doesnât 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.Â
Youâd 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.
âThis feels amazing-â 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- âFuck-âÂ
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 youâd like to let him fuck your face, heâs simply too big to do that, especially when you havenât had a cock in your mouth in months.Â
You continue stroking him, but you pull your lips from his length, taking a breath and looking up at the gorgeous man. âDo you think you can cum for me, Gyu?â
âI can do anything for you,â he whispers back.
âYeah?â you pump his cock harder, leaning down to lick the underside from base to tip.Â
âPlease-â he practically begs. âI think Iâm close-â
With the way automatons often power down at night, you wonder if heâs ever even touched himself. If heâs ever actually cum before- but nowâs not the right time to ask for details, not when your mouth needs to be on him again instead of talking.Â
You go back to sucking on his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive tip while your hand works what your mouth canât. All the while, Mingyuâs small sounds of pleasure keep you going, and they get pitchier and pitchier until you know heâs on the cusp of an orgasm.
âOh my god,â he moans, âIâm gonna-â
The automaton canât even finish his sentence, his whole body tensing as he explodes down your throat. Youâre pleasantly surprised to find that his cum tastes like grape- and youâre 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 Mingyuâs 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 humanâs but Gyuâs is one hundred percent sex bot and one hundred percent sexy.Â
It actually tastes good, and you have no problems swallowing every drop, working Mingyu through his orgasm until heâs whimpering above you, reaching down to push the hair out of your face.
You pull off Mingyuâs cock, looking up at him to find the most blissed out automaton youâve ever seen. âThat was amazing,â he tells you.Â
âI enjoyed that too,â you admit.
âYou did?â He watches you sit up, undoing the buttons of your shirt.Â
âUh huh, you taste perfect, Gyu.â
âI do?â He looks almost bashful, and as handsome as ever. âI bet⊠I bet you taste good too.âÂ
Your pussy throbs and you let out a deep breath, removing your shirt. âMaybe you should see for yourself.â
âFuck, yes, please-â 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 thatâs similar to what youâd done to him, and you wonder if heâs using your own actions as a base for learning what to do in a sexual situation.Â
His tongue teases over your collar bone and his large hand comes up to cup your breast. âCan I take your bra off?â he asks.
âYou can take everything off,â 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 Mingyuâs 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. âFeels so good, Gyu.â
He groans, teeth grazing your nipple and causing you to buck your hips, pushing up against his body-
âPlease-â 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.Â
When he gets your button and zipper undone, his mouth continues itâs descent, both hands reaching to tug on your pants. You lift your hips, and in one motion, you find yourself completely naked.Â
Mingyuâs much too big to lie on the foot of the bed, so he slips to the floor, grabbing your legs and pulling you closer. âYou look so pretty,â he tells you, adjusting your thigh onto his shoulder while looking at your pussy. âSo wet and perfect-â
You feel your skin heat with something like embarrassment, but the feeling quickly dissipates as soon as Mingyu brings his mouth to your core.Â
He doesnât 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.
âMingyu,â you whimper, âjust like that!â
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. âYouâre so good,â 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.Â
The feeling has you grabbing at the sheets, orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. âIâm close,â you tell him. âPlease, Mingyu-â
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 youâre 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 youâre 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.Â
You need him more than youâve ever needed anyone in your entire life.
âPlease, Gyu,â you whimper. âI need you inside of me-â
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 heâs joining you again, lifting you up so he can position you higher, with your head on the pillows.Â
He grabs the base of his cock, looking down between your bodies to where heâs rubbing through your folds. âWhat if this hurts you?â he asks.Â
âIt wonât. You wonât,â you assure him, grabbing at his strong shoulders. âI trust you.â
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.
âYouâre so tight,â he whimpers, âso warm.âÂ
âOnly for you Gyu, only for you-â
He kisses you then, giving small thrusts until heâs burying himself completely, your bodies are flush together while you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Youâve 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 thatâs when you remember that as an automaton, he can go as fast as he wants, for as long as he wants.Â
Heâs hitting spots deep inside of you, spots that have never truly been used until now, and you know that youâre not going to last long like this.Â
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.
âYouâre perfect,â he tells you, fucking you harder. âSo perfect-â
You canât even speak, canât tell him that heâs the one whoâs perfect. All you can do is moan in his ear while he makes you feel like no one else in the galaxy ever has.
Youâd come into this hoping youâd be the one fucking him, the one taking care of him, but now, heâs taking care of you, and you promise yourself to return the favour when possible. Youâd 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 youâll be a goner soon.
âGyu-â you whimper. âIâm so close-â
âI want you to cum,â he groans, fucking you faster. âWanna make you cum.âÂ
âPlease,â youâre nearly crying from how perfect it all feels. âSo good, so good-â
âIâm close too,â he tells you. âWatching you cum will send me over- youâre so pretty when you cum.â
His praise makes your core throb again and you gasp, threading your fingers through his hair and bringing his lips to yours. You canât explain it, but you want to be kissing him when youâre thrown over the edge, want to be completely consumed by him-
âGyu-â you whimper, closer and closer-
He kisses you harder while he fucks you stupid, taking your breath away until youâre 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 youâre worth while you claw at his shoulders and whimper pathetically.Â
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.Â
His thrusts slowly come to a stop, and he pulls away from your lips to look down at you, watching you catch your breath. âWould it be crazy to tell you I love you?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âNo crazier than me returning the sentiment.â
âReally?â His mouth is on yours a moment later, and he kisses you with newfound passion.
Itâs 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 Mingyuâs mind, because when he pulls away, he asks, âWhat happens after all of this?â
âIâm not sure,â you admit. âBut⊠no matter what, Iâm going to fight for you. I promise.â
âReally?â
âUh huh. Iâve worked in this facility for years- Iâve watched level ones come in and out of here, seen the wear and tear, the use of bad coding. Iâve got lots of ideas on how to help you - and them - get better. If youâre not the only one with sex bot code, it would explain a lot of the issues Iâve seen-â
âAre you going to fix me?â the automaton asks.
For some reason, you find yourself laughing. âMingyu,â you cup his face, thinking through all the events that have led you to this moment. âI could never fix you, you donât need to be fixed. In fact⊠I think you fixed me.â
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Itâs been months since Mingyu came to the wellness centre, and everything has been going above expectation for him. Heâs doing brand endorsements again and his management team has done a great job smoothing over the escape that took place.
Youâve been working on his coding, using behavioral  therapies, and Mingyuâs aggression is at an all time low. Heâs happy most days, and you are too⊠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. Itâs a brief trip, and the fourty eight hours heâs gone feel like the longest in your life. Thereâs no way of knowing how this reconnection with a former âfriendâ will affect Mingyu, and you brace yourself for damage control as you wait for his ship to land, returning him to your care.
Heâs frowning as he exits the shuttle, and when he pulls you into a hug, he squeezes just a little too tight. âCome inside,â you tell him softly when he releases you. âIâm sure we have a lot to talk about.â
He says nothing, but he holds your hand as you lead him into the facility, walking unopposed to your quarters. Mingyuâs 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.
Mingyuâs quiet as you close your bedroom door, and he walks over to collapse onto your bed, staring at the floor.
âTake your time,â you say softly, sitting next to him and resting your hand on his back. âWhen youâre ready to talk, tell me what happened.â
Mingyu fidgets with a ring on his pinky- a ring that all his AI members used to share. Heâs silent for a few minutes, and you wait patiently, rubbing his back and leaning against his shoulder.
âThey wiped his memory,â Mingyu says finally. âDino. They wiped him.â
You study his face, looking for any micro expressions, but Mingyuâs gaze is blank as he stares at the floor.
âDid they tell you why they decided to do that?â you ask, trying to be gentle with him.
âThey 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 was⊠but heâs not the way he was. He never will be.â Mingyu takes a deep breath. âI asked them why they wouldnât try rehab, why they couldnât 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.â
You take a moment to consider everything heâs said.Â
If this is the precedent that his management is setting, that means none of his other bandmates can be recaptured, or theyâll suffer the same fate⊠if not worse. You canât imagine what theyâd do to Seungcheol, who was the ringleader in all of this- and you donât want to think about it too deeply.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper.
âYou didnât do anything,â Mingyu says meekly. âI know you tried to convince them to send him here but- I guess not everyone gets a happy ending. In fact, Iâm starting to think most people like me never will.â
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Azriel
đ„ Winner Takes All - After returning from a girls retreat weekend at the cabin, Nesta and Celeste find out the Bat Boy husbands have made a bet they are sure to lose. (Azriel x OC Celeste)
đ„Here Comes The Sun - When the Spymaster of the Night Court discovers your little crush, you end up crossing a lot of firsts off your list. (Azriel x You/Reader)
đ„đDinner and Dessert - As his mate's due date approaches, Az can't handle the sight of her pregnant body in a sundress without going a bit feral. (Azriel x OC Mira)
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Unbound - Not having a mating bond didn't stop the love Azriel and Celeste have for each other or their commitment. When an unknown magic lingering from Celeste's past causes her to lose all memories of the last century, will they be able to rebuild their life without a bond tethering them together? (Azriel x OC Celeste)
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Hi Kris! I just wanted to say that after reading chapter 7 you and Callie have left me in utter SHAMBLES and AWE with how devastatingly gorgeous the pictures you can paint with literature are. Iâm desperately excited to see how you two will be continuing the story although I do have a question that Iâm unsure if youâve answered before. After this broadway oscar winning fanfic has been completed are you and Callie thinking of possibly doing more collaborations or simply just yourself doing more collaborations with other artists and bringing more delicious stories to life?đđđđ
thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a lovely message in my askbox, for saying SUCH NICE AND LOVELY THINGS, and for sharing with us the impact this story has had on you!! đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č calli and i have been working so hard on this project for two months, and it really means a lot to hear how much you're enjoying it. đđđ
future kriscallicollabs??? we haven't answered this question before, and it's a lovely question!! currently, calli and i are 1000% focused on finishing more than you know and getting part ii of the jelsa video ready to post (SO MANY GIFS), so we haven't actively started planning any other collabs! however, when this idea was first planted back in the summer of 2023 or whatever, we braindumped SEVERAL ideas into the original majestic KrisCalliCollab google doc... (more than you know was actually only one of several ideas! đ€Ł)
there's a jelsa!wildward collab that we really wanted to do but didn't have time to do fully, so we made a bunch of LORE, and i made a baby fic, and some edits: one of our other ideas that we really wanted to do was a jelsa!prequel to her wildward series and establish some lore for the first aegis users! we definitely did not have time to create a full-fledged fic, but LORE WAS HAD (pages and pages on the google doc), and in the end, i made two edits and wrote a little micro-fic for it! in the time of the first keeper... maybe one day we'll expand? đ€Ł
when?? oof, not anytime soon, because life is upon us đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł BUT, calli and i are creative counterparts for life (TWIN FLAMES), so who's to say??? maybe sometime within the next five years?? FIFTY YEARS?? to be determined, but i do not doubt that it shall happen eventually! calli has also been pushing for a zelda/link!jelsa AU for ages and i have not forgotten đ€Łđ€Ł in the meantime, we'll just keep supporting and devouring each other's other projects!!
(also, not sure how many people know this, but i beta-read for wildward! i have been beta-ing the series since its early chapters!!)
other collabs? i've been super lucky to be able to collab with @knightsquall (my name twin) for our kris/xris edit+fic soulmate!AU creation, not in so many words! we made it for the prompt: âthe first words your soulmate will say to you will appear as a tattoo on your body at a certain age.â that two-shot is still one of my favorites. đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č
i haven't done any other collabs, though!! i feel like both collabs just happened organically because i was already friends with both xris and calli before we actually started working on our projects! collabs definitely require a lot of trust, for me, and so while it's possible that other future collabs might happen, i'm not actively seeking any out. đđđ there are SO MANY TALENTED fanartists out here!! so it's definitely not for lack of good company, haha, but rather just that i'd already gotten to know both people really well, so doing a collab was just, like, the natural thing to do, once we had time for it. đ€Ł fic fanart? i am, however, so so so fortunate that so many fanartists have been inspired by my stories đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„° i am really lucky and grateful to have been gifted so many gorgeous fanarts, fanvideos/AMVs, gifs, and doujinshi comics across multiple fics and fandoms.đđđđđđ đđđđđđđđđđđđ you can find (most of) them here, or on my tumblr tag (therentyoupay fic fanart) but BE WARNED, there are massive spoilers. đđđđ proceed with caution, haha! i also desperately need to update the fic fanart page with all the new mtyk art, too!
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Mr. & Mrs. Levinson đ„đđ„
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Original Female Character Summary: Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU. A story about how being enemies saved their marriage.
Your Man đ
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader Summary: Cowboy AU. You find out a dirty secret of Ari's...
Grind Me Down đđ„
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader Summary: Omegaverse AU. You're in your heat, but Ari has something else in mind...
You Had Me Before Hello đđ„
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader Summary: College AU, in which you are a new student on campus, and you met a handsome Librarian. - Drabble Why "Buttercup"ïŒđ - Drabble Distraction đ
Wild Child đđ„đ„
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader Summary: As the granddaughter of the sole Duke in your country, you know that you were going to marry some douche prince, because it is the only way to solidify the grasp the future king has on the Upper House. On the flight home, you come up with a brilliant plan to defy your upcoming matrimony. Bringing a random man to your grandfather's place, and say you have a boyfriend already. "Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocks his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you wave your hand dismissively. "Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag." #you didn't know he is your fiance-douchebag-prince #when you did it was too late
A Work in Progress đđ„đ„
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader Summary: "How's the writing going?" Ari asks. "It's still a WIP." You mumble in embarrassment. "What's a WIP?" His curious expression is stupidly adorable, or maybe it's the alcohol rushing to your head that kills the only available and functioning braincell, making you feel obligated to explain. "You know..." No, he really doesn't. "... it's a work in progress."
Venomous Vows đ„đđ„đ
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader Summary: As the daughter of a mob boss, you were forced to marry Ari Levinson, the person who was going to step up and take over "business". Two strangers bounded together for the sake of your shared criminal enterprise. It was a loveless marriage from the very beginning. A/N: A collaboration with @biteofcherry
Love and War (WIP) đđ„đ„
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader Summary: Bodyguard AU. Your father hired a bodyguard to protect your safety. Inspiration
Another Man's Puppy (WIP) đ
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader Summary: You picked up a poor little pupp at your doorstep... whoops, it's not a puppy.
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I'm a terrible person with words, but here I go. (using a translator, my English is a little shit when it comes to writing and a little bit when it comes to pronunciation, ha!)
I would like to say with ALL my heart that I love your work and the writing in "Sing to Me", my heartbeat even accelerates when I remember the existence of this work of art and how wonderful the sensation was, the euphoric feeling of read each chapter and see all the care and dedication put into it. I have immense affection for Raiden, Sam (and Monsoon :)). Seeing how complex they are in the story brings me immense satisfaction, and I just wish all the positive recognition for you, it's impeccable.
(There's a lot I'd like to express, like my hyperfocus- but hey, I'm a terrible person at showing appreciation and affection, I hope you got the message anyway :))
hugs and kisses from a Brazilian! đ§đ·â€
Oi, nĂŁo se preocupa! NĂŁo sou falante nativo, mas entendi muito bem. Da prĂłxima vez, vocĂȘ pode me escrever em pt-br (ÂŽâœ`ÊâĄÆȘ)
Thank you so much!! I am really happy to know that you enjoy my work đ Honestly, every time someone tells me that they enjoy Sing to Me so much, I am getting really happy. This fic means a lot to me and gives me lots of strength and stability, although on the outside it might look that I am not doing much for it for the past year (I do, it's just background work that I can't show T_T massive spoilers and so on). But I mean, I kept saying that each time somebody came to my inbox about it for the last months.
And I am so glad to know that you're feeling like this for each chapter you've read so far! This fic in itself is really complex and long, I could give you a rough estimate of around ~100 Chapters for the main story (Those would be just arc 1-3, the series, however, has 6 arcs in total excluding the 2 AUs). Sooo... let me say, you've got a lot to look forward to, I suppose :3
Also I hope that you'll be curious about the revisions too. Chapter 5 and 6 will have a darker tone than their current version that is on AO3 at the moment, but also will be much better in quality. Chapter 6 will have major changes I think, especially the second halve of it. I am all giddy and excited myself whenever I think about all the plans I have for this story. The drama, the comedy, the (bitter-) sweetness, but also the chaos, the pain and the darker parts of this fic. I wish I could go on a ramble but it's so many spoilers lmao And I don't want to take that away from my readers. If anything, I might drop a few essays about Raiden and Sam that I've got on my to-do list at some point, that in some cases will directly tie to Sing to Me as well.
The series also goes in great detail about Sam's past and who he is as a person because I was a bit dissatisfied with how most fics for this pairing at least that I've read didn't come up with much for his past (but I still liked all of them regardless), hence I went a little bit insane about him. To the point that Sam is technically my OC now (according to my beta reader) lmao
Jsyk, this is my current graph view of my Obsidian vault for Sing to Me and all the dots that connect to him:
My vault is an absolute mess still tbh because the program is a bit overwhelming when you don't know where to start, so this is far from how complex this fic actually even is.
What I can tell you pretty much spoiler free is that the series is complex because timeline wise, it starts in the year of 2001 and ends (technically) in the year of 2026. I say technically because ARC3.5: The War in Heaven goes a bit crazy with science fiction elements and time is... let's say, "relative". The main fic spans from 2019 until 2023 btw.
The prequel (ARC0: I Come with Knives) is entirely about Sam's past, from his POV entirely, and a collaboration with @thatthereneverwas since he originally requested me to write it. Basically adding more Sam lore that we definitely need :3
Please don't hesitate to come to my inbox or DMs if you want to chat about Sing to Me, samuraiden or just Sam or Raiden with me! I don't bite :] Monsoon is also my favourite from the Winds of Destruction aside from Sam, so I get you! I've been thinking of maybe including him in the fic as well, but it's uncertain how so yet, and if it will just be a flashback of some sort đ€ But I take notes as I go, we'll see :3
Beijos pra vocĂȘ tambĂ©m đ
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I started posting my OFMD Reverse Big Bang this week! In collaboration with @ramsranch, welcome to our modern farm AU! We hope everyone loves these guys as much as we do. 2 chapters posted currently, total of 7, posting every other day for the rest of the month! đđ
SUMMARY:
Stede grew up on a farmhouse with his parentsâhis motherâs pride and joyâbut after she passed, his father saw no reason to âwaste their livesâ and relocated them to a larger city. Now, decades later, his father has carked it and Stede is finally free to seek out the life he wants. With his divorce to Mary set in motion, Stede moves back to the same farm, hoping to start over.
Problem is, he certainly has no idea how to be a proper farmer.
Fortunately for him, his neighbor Ed Teach is also a farmer, and an incredibly experienced one at that. Ed seems more than happy to show him the ropes, as well as offer him genuine friendship. Stede doesnât expect to also fall for him like a ton of bricks. Now, not only does he have to figure out how to successfully navigate his new life, but also grapple with the feelings whirling inside of him without chasing Ed away.
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @carry-the-sky, thank you!
How many works do you have on ao3?
7 (8 by the weekend!)
What's your total ao3 word count?
276,499
What fandoms do you write for?
Exclusively Good Omens at this point, not that I don't enjoy others. But the more I give myself permission to write for fandoms, the less likely I am to ever get around to finishing off my own OCs' story.
Top five fics by kudos:
Morningstar Abbey (Regency AU, T rated, 116K)
Mission: Ineffable (spy action AU, M rated, 25K)
Vaster than Empires (non-angsty S3, E rated, 5K)
The Serpent of the Loch (historical crack, T rated, 8K)
Antoinette (1920s wives AU, T rated, 118K)
Do you respond to comments?
As much as possible, although it does sometimes take me a while. I prefer to do them at my laptop than on my phone (typing is quicker) so sometimes I catch them up in a batch.
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
That would be The Truth I cannot Speak, a post-1827 Edinburgh diary entry from Aziraphale where he reflects on all the things he cannot tell Crowley, and might not ever get the chance to now. That one has poetry!
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I do tend towards the happy ending for preference, but I guess Morningstar Abbey would be happiest, since it ends drinking wine in the garden the day after the wedding đ
Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet, I haven't.
Do you write smut?
I do now! Vaster than Empires was the first E rated fic I've shared, and I have a new one coming out this weekend for the High Pollen Count sex pollen event.
Craziest crossover:
Mission: Impossible, probably! Although that's not a crossover, it's a human AU. I haven't written a classic crossover yet, and I don't know that I will, it's not quite my style.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of, and I've only been doing this just over a year, so seems unlikely.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not yet, but one lives in hope!
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I would love to! I do like beta reading and providing some collaborative suggestions when people are looking for them, so I suspect I'd enjoy formally co-writing something with an author I clicked with.
All time favorite ship?
It's got to be the Ineffable Husbands/Wives/Partners. The ship that keeps on giving!
What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I try to focus as much as possible when writing, to avoid having too many half-done works at once, so I don't have any WIPs which are languishing at the moment. Except for my original work, but that will get finished, just quite slowly!
What are your writing strengths?
Plots and dialogue. I like to tell a story, a whole thing, with lots of developed characters and psychology and subplots, which leads me to the weakness...
What are your writing weaknesses?
Stopping! All my fics end up longer than I was hoping because I can't stop writing them! And on the smaller scale, simple things like working out where to stop a scene, I just can't do it! Rather, I can because I've worked at it, but it has been effort to get better at this.
Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
Love it. I'm fluently bilingual, and have basic functional language skills in two or three more (or I do with a bit of warm-up!), but verbal is not the same as written, so I do try to get a native speaker to beta anything more than a word or two.
First fandom you wrote in?
In the beginning... the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
Yep, first fandom I remember writing things for was H2G2, back in the 90s when everything was on paper. Although I have been in fanclubs since Discworld as a teenager and further back I think Redwall as a kid?
Favorite fic you've written?
No, don't make me pick! They're all lovely! Although probably Mission: Ineffable, because I'm currently enjoying revisiting that AU to work on a sequel.
tagging! (no pressure!): @afrenchwriter @sabotage-on-mercury @suavissimapenna @hotcrosspigeon @homemadeapplecider @voluptatiscausa and anyone else who sees this and wants to play :)
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american arising here!!đââïž juno i have to tell you, day 31 of kinktober 2023 altered my brain chemistry. i hadnât come across it until i saw you were going to be celebrating your 1 year and i went through your masterlist, and HOLY SHIT. i love everything about it. itâs so fun and funky and sexy and and and!!!!
soooo with that being said, can i request more insight into the fairy hyunjin story?? i kind of love how mysterious and trippy it is, with so many unanswered questions. but i need morrreeee. is he really the reason behind reader being there?? what was his motive for it all? like did he just wanna fuck or was he up to something ~deeper~ (was his comment about there still being cum deep inside just literal or was he alluding to something else?) will he appear to reader again??? the other stories, the reader pretty much makes the decision to stay with the characters, but fairy hyunjin disappears. so is reader just stuck in pink cloudy wonderland now, dreaming of 12 inch fairy dick??đđ
feel free to answer any of these questions, or answer none at all. i will literally take any sweet nugget of creativity you choose to share about this fun lil CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED trip of an au!đ«¶
(p.s. congrats on a year!âš sexy stayblr wouldnât be the same without youđđ€)
WOAH JESUS CHRIST THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THAT! ur right it didn't do too well in terms of notes, but that collaborative fic was one of my favourite things to write.
that being said... i didn't write the fairy hyunjin fic, that was billy aka @hwanghyuniret who used to run this blog with me before he made his own! i did however ask him for his input on these questions since he's not too active on here anymore!!
the general concept is that hyunjin didn't bring reader there. fairy!hyune is a little gaslighting in that sense.. he sees reader as a toy he wants to keep, and so he has to convince them that he always intended for them to arrive there!
he was up to something deeper.
reader is unfortunately confined to pink cloudy wonderland forever butttt... hyunjin will be back.
tldr: the idea here is that hyunjin saw a pretty new toy to play with, fucked them, and will decide to come back when he so pleases and leave reader in that limbo of a delirious high lol
i hope that clears up anything you wondered :D i think about fairy hyunjinnie OFTEN
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Yandere!AU and Ada's no good, very bad day.
For @incorrect-nevermore that told me that otherwise she would take the band!AU in the divorce >:(
Warning: this gets fucked up. Pretty bloody and horny because they are my blorbos and they have every disease đđđđđđđđ
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Annabel has an horrendous bite etched onto the skin.
That's not the first thing she notices, obviously. That's reserved for Lenore, slouching on the other woman's shoulder, her face cut by a tiny grin and her brows a bit scrunched, as she whispers and giggles in her hear.
But then the bite becomes visible and. Wow. (It's a bad wow. It's a very bad wow and she feels sick)
She can see it from a distance, ugly and red, sprouting from Annabel's unbuttoned blouse and hastily thrown on jacket. There are still droplets of blood slowly making their way from her pulse point down her shoulder.
And Montresor knew it, and even if Montresor was the worst of the worst he knew it and he said it, that between them they had something absolutely and truly and incomparably
Fucked.
But Montresor has been gone for a long time now, and nobody knows how or where or why.
(Students say that if you go near the ex-magazine on the first floor you can still hear his screams. She thinks they should stop talking about it because otherwise Annabel will make them)
Ada tries to make peace with the situation as quickly as she can: she just has to make her way down the corridor, enter her room (good God she doesn't want to know the state her room is in) and act like she hasn't witnessed the most unholy thing in her life.
Then she locks eyes with Annabel.
And she feels like swearing for the second time that evening.
The blonde gets a bit of a crease on her forehead, but she leisurely makes her way towards her, like it's alright. Like it's normal.
She laughs with Lenore, and the dark-haired outcast throws a "hey Ada!" In her direction. Her tone is kind (she is always kind, even with cowards like her) but she looks... weird. She's still leaning heavily on Annabel and she feels like her hears are there only to capture her every word and every breath and her eyes to track and drink and worship every movement of her body.
She looks drunk.
Drunk on her.
"You're just the woman I wanted to see, love! I wanted to discuss a little... situation with you." Lenore snorts and Annabel stops breathing for a second just to bask in the sound.
Ew.
"Can't you wait until tomorrow?" A glare. "I-I know that if you sought me out you must have something important to discuss but..." she forces out a yawn as one last desperate attempt to just go to sleep and forget this nightmare of an evening. "I'm pretty tired and I'm afraid I wouldn't give it the attention it deserves." She cracks out an apologetic smile, for good measure.
The crease in Annabel's forehead is more evident now.
Ada is not keeping count of the swears anymore.
"Bu- but, obviously, what you have to say comes first!" It doesn't. It really doesn't and she has to bite down her lip to not let the tears spill.
Annabel, luckily, smiles. Ada hopes.
"Good!" She says, then she claps her hands like Ms. Poppet before she gives merits. "You see, my darling pet here," she pops a bit the p and Lenore nuzzles into her a bit more, "was telling me all about your recent attempts at... befriending her. She even mentioned a striking collaboration between the two of you in the "Mistery Manor" and..."
Her expression crumples.
"I don't like it."
Fuck fuck fuck FUCK they have sorrounded her. While spouting sugar coated words they have sorrounded her and she feels her breath become heavy heavy heavy and there is no
goddamned
way out of their grasp.
She dies tonight. Of that, she is sure.
(And has been sure of for a while).
"Calm down love!" Annabel's hand on her shoulder feels like poison seeping under her skin. Her smile is so fake she feels like puking.
"You see, my pet is really attached to her little group of friends." Annabel caresses Lenore's cheekbone as she talks, "and as much as that irritates me," she's fucking scratching it now and Ada feels herself go paler, because Lenore is loving it.
"I would do anything, anything, to keep my pet happy." They are looking in each other's eyes now.
Annabel takes a drop of blood from Lenore's cheek and looks at it like it's a treasure.
Then she licks. It. Off.
"So," she keeps going why does she keep going "say it."
It isn't an order. It's divine judgement.
Lenore talks for the first time in this insane conversation, asking: "are you my friend, Ada?"
And Ada thinks and thinks and thinks of Montresor's growls as he said to stay away from Lenore, of laughter, of Morella's worried eyes and of Annabel's freezing glare but she also doesn't.
This life, or death.
She begs, between the tears and the sobs, blurting out: "yes! Yes- sure, without doubt, I care for you so much Lenore I-"
BANG!
The bullet crushes her skull and bludgeons her brain and Ada falls on the floor cracking what was left of her head in a disgusting, apocalyptic, and final
CRUNCH.
It was the wrong answer.
Ada is no more.
The other orbs it the forest tell her what happened next, because they are eyes and they are ears and they are all.
They tell her that Annabel worriedly cupped Lenore's face, with tender hands still dirty of blood, and she asked: "but wasn't she one of your little playthings, Lenore?" And that Lenore threw her gun away and gently took those killer hands in hers, correcting her, "Friends, my darling." then curing the thunder of anger the correction caused with a kiss on the sweet skin of her wrist. "I love my friends a lot, and you know that." A peck on the forearm, "I would die for them," on the shoulder, "kill for them." on the neck. "But for you, Annabel Lee,"
She nibbled on the soft soft skin of her ear. "I would burn the world down."
Annabel ended up backed against the wall of the corridor, her boots on Ada's cold fingers and her breath ragged.
Their mouths were so close they were burning while their eyes were already tasting what was to come, when Lenore whispered:
"She, was neither. She wasn't worth a single crinkle of your brows."
And Ada has been mocked many times, but that was maybe the one that cut the most.
They kissed, voraciously. Like animals, touching and biting and scratching, hands getting hungrier and hungrier, and bodies rowdy and loud in a tango of damning love.
Then the orbs, that were all, that saw all, that witnessed wild monsters and an even more monstrous academy, start shivering, and hesitating.
They tell her, in what feels like a whisper, that while the women were undressing, the spirits saw their backs, in that hall.
Haunted backs, they say.
They were full of red from cuts, and blue from bruises, and a sickly, rotten orange from badly healed burns. Words were scarred onto their skin, and they looked like wedding vows.
Then Lenore and Annabel retreated into her room, and the spirits refuse to tell her more.
#*bites them like a chew toy* I made the insaner. hell yeah.#nevermore webtoon#annabel lee nevermore#lenore nevermore#white raven#ada nevermore#nev#my writing
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girlie omg i just had an idea. going to a book fair with jason (totally not inspired by the book fair iâm going to tomorrow tehe) BUT ANYWAYS!!!!! book fair. going through hoards of books together, picking out books for each other, THE WORKS!!!!!
love this idea so much nonny! truly an ideal date with jason and so much fun. hope you enjoy this and have just as much fun at your own book fair đ
Jasonâs taking you to a book fair for a date and itâs been all you can think about all week. Youâre going to browse the fair, and then the plan is to stop by your favourite cafe and spend the rest of the afternoon reading over pastries and hot drinks. Of course the two of you have to set a budget before you even set foot in the building, books your mutual weakness. Each of you are allowed three books for yourself, plus two you pick out for each other. Itâs become a tradition for the two of you whenever you go book shopping, one book the two of you agree on, a two-person book club so to speak. Youâll read it together, a chapter or so at a time. Laugh over the most ridiculous turns of phrase or debate what the author really meant by ending the chapter like that. The other book, youâll each choose for each other. Whatever book you think the other would like best. Youâll read the book picked out for you, annotate it (Jason will only annotate his on transparent sticky notes, has a thing about being able to remove the marks on books in case he ever wants a clean copy), and then swap. Thereâs something so intimate about being able to see each otherâs thoughts on the page, getting to see how close you were in your predictions of each otherâs reactions.
Jason grabs a floor map as you enter, likes to get the lay of the land early. The two of you have arrived just an hour after opening, the crowds not too thick yet. You roam the shelves together, holding up books to each other for opinions on your shared read. When you have to make the heartbreaking decision between a beautifully illustrated edition of your favourite book in collaboration with a local artist or the newest release by your favourite author, heâll suggest you check the new book out from the library first before adding it to your personal collection. The crowds get thicker, but he makes sure to keep tight hold of your hand so as not to lose each other. Heâll insist on carrying the shopping basket and youâll make a crack about his muscles finally being good for something. You end up having to do two laps of the whole fair, wending back and forth between shelves nearly as tall as you are. Thereâs a selection of books on sale, left overs from the previous yearâs fair that the publisher is trying to offload. You suggest buying up a few sets of childrenâs books to donate to the Gotham Community Centre. Jason goes all quiet and thoughtful at the suggestion, but joins you at the sale table to rummage through books elbow deep. Finally, after a few good hours youâll both be ready to leave, basket heavy with books and a list of new books to look up in the library. Heâll brush his knuckles against yours in the checkout line, ask you which book youâre going to read first. When heâs not looking, youâll slip two matching bookmarks into the basket. The look on his face when you pull the matching pair out, cartoon Red Hood yelling out to read no further looking back up at him, oh thatâs priceless.
Settled in at your favourite coffee shop, a cup of tea and a pain au chocolate in front of you, you riffle through your bag, eager to read what Jason picked out for you. Itâs quiet between the two of you for the next few hours, but itâs a comfortable silence. When the last dregs of your drinks have gone cold and thereâs only crumbs left on your plate, youâll go home to a dinner Jasonâs cooked and then curl up on the couch together to read some more.
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good morning nic!! 5 & 1 for the ask game <3
good morning autumn đ„°đđ
5. something you see in fics a lot and love
SO MANY. but I love how frequently adrien gets adopted into the dupain-chengs. all the âcall me tomâ âcall me sabineâ when none of that has actually happened in canon. itâs so sweet and it gets to me đ„ș
1. list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)
tumblr user asukiess the collaborative nature of AUs here is so cool (especially with loveybug recently), Iâve made friends đ„ș, the infinitely complicated lovesquare providing us so many different ships without actually separating my favorite little guys
love your fandom ask game!
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20 Questions For Fic Writers
Tagged by @theluckywizard, thank you! đ
Tagging @lilbittymonster, @bogunicorn, @bdafic, @shretl, @mordinette, @fogsblue, @effelants, @sociallyacceptablemadness and @natsora. No pressure!
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
107!
2. whatâs your total ao3 word count?
1,776,919, as of this morning.
3. what fandoms do you write for?
Currently only Dragon Age and Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood. But in the past I've written for Fallout 4, Mass Effect Trilogy, Dr. Who, Borderlands, and The Wayhaven Chronicles.
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
What a Wicked Game to Play - the Behemoth, the Epic, the...story that ate my life for nearly two years straight. It currently sits at a cool 400K words and will be the focus of my NaNo goal this year. I'd like to have it finished. Solas/OFC, rated E.
Twist - the fic that got me really going in DA. An MGIT re-envisioning of the base game and all the what happens next? 197K words, complete. Solas/OFC, rated E. Fun fact, I started writing this fic before I'd ever played the game. 2020 was...uh...quite a year.
Junkyard Dogs - my very first fic. I started writing this before I really even knew what fic was. Before I even had heard of AO3. My sibspring got me an invite and the rest is history. I'm still incredibly proud of this fic, although I don't write quite like this anymore. 107K words, complete. Hancock/F!SoSu, rated E. (Are you noticing a trend? Yes, I write a lot of smut.)
Twist Some More - you guessed it, the sequel to Twist. My love letter to Carly and Solas and the happily ever after the game didn't give us. Baby included. 67K words, complete. Solas/OFC, rated E.
Humans Are Just...Like That - okay, so there's a story that goes with this one. This is a oneshot for Mass Effect, and it was brought to life via a long, hilarious thread in an ME discord server. I made a comment to the effect of 'someone should turn this into a fic' and everyone told me to go for it. So I did. It's a little bit crack, a little bit everybody lives and a whole lot of yup, humans are just like that. ~3K words. Background FemShep/Garrus, rated T.
5. do you respond to comments?
Yes, always! (Caveat: as long as it's polite. If you're rude, I'll call you on it, then freeze the thread.)
6. whatâs the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
No More My Heart Beats Without You, one of only 4 of my works with the Major Character Death warning. Solas/F!Trevelyan, 5555 words (I didn't plan that, but it's cool), rated E.
7. whatâs the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
TSM, without a doubt. The whole point of it was to write a fluffy, gloriously happy tribute to my first DA OC, Carly Lavellan. It'll make your teeth ache, I promise.
8. do you get hate on fics?
I've gotten some on WG, which is why I now moderate comments on it. It's gotten statistically big enough (in terms of both hits and word length) that some people are just not gonna groove with it. And hey, that's fine. But you don't need to tell me about it, okay? Just hit the back button.
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
Yes. And...yes. I've written all kinds. My only rule for smut is consenting adults.
10. do you write crossovers? whatâs the craziest one youâve written?
Nope!
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge.
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
I got asked about a fic being translated, but I don't know if it ever happened.
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
I have written two fics with my beloved @ir0n-angel. One for FO4 (a Deacon/F!SoSu oneshot) and one for DA (Solavellan modern AU, incomplete, been on hiatus for a couple years. Someday we'll finish it.)
And I've participated in three years' worth of round robin style collaboration with the DAFF server.
14. whatâs your all-time favorite ship?
*snort Poly here. Don't ask me to pick a favorite, it doesn't work like that. đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
15. whatâs a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Just Like Fire. It started out as a prompt fic to get me out of a slump. Actual Solavellan, canon compliant even. So you see where my problem is, right? I mean, I am the one whose blog title is Canon Shall Be YEETED. I've thought about maybe just tying up the loose ends and skipping ahead to the ending I've already written for it, but then I lose interest again after about five minutes. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
16. what are your writing strengths?
Good dialogue, lots of banter. I am routinely told by readers how well I keep characterization believable.
Good smut, realistic without being clinical.
Headcannon glitter. Being detailed oriented means I overthink and come up with some really deep ideas.
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
FINISHING THE DAMN THING. *ahem* I'm okay, I'm good.
Endings are rough for me. Not in that I don't know what I want to do with them, but more by the time I get to them, I've either lost interest or lost motivation. Or both. I know it looks like I'm on top of it when you look at my archive (only three incomplete WIP's out of 107), but some of them caused me Stress(tm) to finish and I've never been really happy with them.
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I do it sparingly so it doesn't bog down the story. I translate it at the end, be that by chapter or oneshot. I know better than to fully trust google translate. And I'm careful with using fanon resources if the language is made up.
19. first fandom you wrote for?
Fallout 4, with the above mentioned JD. I stayed there for quite a while too. To date it's still my second most written fandom.
20. favorite fic youâve ever written?
Again, poly. But I have some notables that I've returned to time and again. An incomplete sampling:
Maker Damned Fools - this is actually the first thing I wrote for DA. Varric/F!Hawke. 32K words, rated E. Initially it was a Fluffuary fic, but I always planned to expand on it. This year I did. Highlights for me reading it: chapters 4, 7 and 9.
Soft In Skyhold - another Fluffuary entry. Written as part of WG's overarching 'verse. So, Imogen and Solas, Adoribull, Varric and Elly Hawke, Terisin Mahariel and Morrigan. Cassandra and the Sky-Watcher. ~29K words, rated T. Highlights for me: chapters 5, 11, 13, 22, and 25.
She's My Plus One - my Dr. Who fic. Nine/Rose. Written x +1 style. 12K words, rated M. Highlights for me: chapters 4-6.
Unrepentant - a Solavellan oneshot. It's smutty, it's a little bit kinky, it's all in her head, right? Cuz it's the Fade. Look, sometimes you just need a particular flavor of dark!Solas. Not too dark, just like 62% cacao. 3100 words, obviously rated E.
Unexpected - an FO4 fic with a Kellogg/F!SoSu pairing. Yup, you read that right. Don't judge me. This was an early attempt at writing canon divergence and I'm still super pleased with how it came out. It even has a happy ending. 30K words, rated E. Highlights for me: honestly, all of it. I'll read the whole thing in a sitting when the mood strikes me.
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20 Questions Fic Writer Tag Thank you so much for the tag, @grapenehifics This looks so much fun!! 1.) How many works do you have on ao3? Officially 37 but like ... 25 of those are part of the Kinktober Series and another 6 for the Obianidala Series. So, 6? :D
2.) What's your ao3 word count? 132,934 Woof! Nice! 3.) What fandoms do you write for? At the moment, purely Star Wars. I have three story in the MCU verse but that was a long time ago :D
4.) What are your top five fics by kudos? Counting down, Ms Mojo style! 5: When Sorrow Sang (MCU, Thor/Loki, AU, Discontinued) 4: Half-Pass and Half-Pipes (Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Anakin, Olympics AU, Almost finished :D) 3: Heel (Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Anakin, Sith AU, UFO) 2: Like Puppets on a Broken String (Star Wars, Obi-Wan/Anakin, Fix It GffA, UFO) 1: Flying Blind (MCU, Steve/Tony, Oneshot) Okay, the fact that ... Heel with it's less than 2K words being above all 10 chapters of Half-Pass cracks me up xD The Sith-Thirst is SO real!
5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always! I am so, so grateful for every single comment I receive and I want to let people know! Also ... comment conversations/exchanging thoughts are the best!!
6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? A Tapestry of Broken Hope ... which makes sense because it follows canon :D and does it get angstier than that?
7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This would be such a spoiler but ... Half-Pass! I mean ... common! We all know where this is going đ©đđ©đ
8.) Do you get hate on fics? Fortunately, I have not gotten any. I'd probably just delete the comment, though (not that I would not hurt ...)
9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind? *glances at 25 stories of Kinktober* ... I try. I gotta admit though ... the heavier stuff ... is probably gonna go back into my reading-only corner :D
10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I have written a MCU/Pacific Rim Crossover :D Find it here! I like it!
11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of and I hope it stays that way!
12.) Have you ever had a fic translated? No. I thought about translating on my own into German but ... haven't gotten around to it. I think it would be an interesting challenge actually. That being said ... I'd love if anyone did it. (Or Podfic any of mine ... like ... that would be incredible)
13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Not in the traditional sense I think, but I've exchanged thoughts voraciously with @grapenehifics on Half-Pass, and I'm currently collaborating with @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart on the new Dancing with the Stars AU (Coming to an Archive of our Own near you soon!)
14.) What's your all time favorite ship? Don't make me chose! (Obikin ... who am I kidding?)
15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will? When Sorrow Sang was actually a very cool idea and I remember being so hyped about it but then the energy just fizzled out.
16.) What are your writing strengths I hate this question đ„ș I don't know :( I'm not good at praising myself
17.) What are your writing weaknesses? Overthinking, Conversations, Cohesion?
18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I love bringing the element of multi-linguality into stories. Sometimes I will use my native tongue as a stand-in for non-basic (in SW terms :D)
19.) First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter
20.) Favorite fic you've ever written? Nah ... I'm not doing this! :D (I do adore Half-Pass ...) I'm tagging YOU! Yes, you! Reading this rn!!
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