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Fyodor NSWF Alphabet

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A = Aftercare (How do they treat you after sex?)

Don't expect anything too special. He'd do his best to make you comfortable and stay close with you, but it won't be anything extra. Nevertheless, he's going to treat you right. He'd take a shower or a bath with you if he has enough energy left, and he'd always cuddle you to sleep.

B = Body Part (What is their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's?)

In himself, I'd say he likes his facial features. I don't think he likes his body that much since he is pretty weak and frail, but I do believe that he finds his face appealing.

You, on the other hand, are special to him, so he finds every part of you beautiful. If he had to pick a favorite, however, he'd say he likes your eyes, arms and chest (see more for chest on letter W) the best. He loves gazing into your eyes while having a conversation. He notices the way you look at him with a love-filled gaze, and that definitely fuels his ego. He likes your arms, especially if they're more muscular than his, because he appreciates your stronger body. He absolutely loves it when you wrap your arms around him. He feels so very loved.

C = Cum (Everything to do with it. 😘)

I'd say he comes a bit more than the average. I don't think it's that often that he has sex or jerks off, so when he actually does come, he has a heavier load. As for its consistency, it's a slimier than it is liquid-ish. It is white and not that clear, and it tastes a bit sweet, actually. He loves loves LOVES coming on you. It's like he's marking his territory. So possessive, and for what? 🙄

D = Dirty Secret (Self-explanatory)

Fyodor definitely has a folder on his computer dedicated to you. It has photos, videos, and random journal entries of yours. They are not all sexual, but some are. The "dirtiest" part about it, is that he keeps it a secret from you. Since you're in a relationship, it's not unusual for him to keep photos of you, but he does like to look at them when bored and perhaps even rub one off if you aren't available to him or he gets too stressed over work.

E = Experience (Have they done this before? How good are they?)

I honestly think that you're his first. He is a busy man and he doesn't like sleeping around. For him, sex is intimate and special, so he'd only like to share this type of thing with someone he really trusts and values. But despite his lack of experience, he's surprisingly good.

F = Favourite Position (Self-explanatory)

A classic man who likes classic things. He mostly enjoys different kinds of missionary and cow girl from time to time. He avoids things like doggy style. He thinks it's not intimate enough and would rather make eye contact while doing the deed.

G = Goofy (Are they rather serious during the moment or do they like to crack jokes?)

He leans on the more serious side here. As I've said, this kind of thing is very intimate and special for him, so he prefers to be in the moment with you.

H = Hair (Do the carpets match the drapes? 🤭 Are they well kept?)

Of course, the carpets match the drapes. He does keep it pretty clean down there. He doesn't like to be super hairy, so he shaves once every month and sometimes even more often. As for you, he doesn't mind if you have hair or not, as long as you keep everything under control.

I = Intimacy (How intimate are they?)

Fyodor is very intimate. The whole point of sex for him is to be intimate, and he takes that very seriously. Hence the reason why he wouldn't sleep around and would much prefer to make love to someone who he truly trusts and values. He will always make sure that whatever you guys do is always consensual and you are never uncomfortable.

J = Jack off (How often do they do it?)

Before he got together with you, he must have chosen you and persuaded you himself. So when one morning he woke up with morning wood and couldn't just shake it off, he decided it was finally time. But while he was doing it, he thought about you. That's when he knew he had to be with you. He used to jerk off when the time called for it, but now that he has you, he does it even less. The only time he actually does it is when you aren't in the mood or you're away for whatever reason.

K = Kink (Self-explanatory)

He's pretty normal kink-wise (for the most part).

Fyodor loves when you praise him. Sure, he knows he's very intelligent and great, and all that, but it's different when it comes out of your mouth. He might act cocky in that moment, but he... is actually cocky. Very prideful, for sure. He doesn't mind returning the favor and praising you as well. After all, you're his chosen one.

He also likes to tie you up. It gives him a better sense of control, and he enjoys having you at his mercy. It would be rare for him to let you tie him up, though. He's willing to try it a couple of times, but don't expect him to do it frequently. He trusts you fully, but you should know your place.

He likes it when you dress up for him, too. Especially if he's the one choosing your set of lingerie. It's so nice to see his girl all dolled-up for him. He prefers seeing you in white (sometimes red or pink) silk undergarments with cute laces and maybe some small bows. Bonus points if you're wearing thigh highs. He also loves slowly taking off said lingerie. He finds it very sexy.

L = Location (Where do they like to do it?)

He avoids doing it in public. He much prefers doing it in the comfort of your home. In fact, he never wants to do it in public or even semi-public. It must be something really really urgent for him to actually agree to do it. It happens like once or twice at most. Why would he want somebody else to have the chance to stumble upon you two? Only he gets to see you this way after all, and besides that, he wouldn't want anyone else to catch him in such a vulnerable position.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Most of the time, it happens while you guys are making out. You would be about thirty to forty minutes into your make-out session, and he would desire you more with each passing minute. Of course, one thing leads to another it's only natural.

There are some occasions, though, when he would get turned on by just the thought of you. In those cases, he tries his best to contain himself and waits patiently until he can be with you.

There have also been times when he wakes up with morning wood, and you're right there next to him in bed. You could never refuse to pleasure him when he looks so adorable and when he kisses your neck so gently, yet each peck is filled with lust, and you can't help but slowly melt into his touch.

N = NO (What do they always refuse to do?)

He would never agree to a threesome. He thinks that sex involving more than two people is only for polyamorous relationships. He's quite possessive and does not like to share.

I think it's safe to say he would hate it if you were to give him some kinky titles such as "daddy" or "master". He finds them cheesy, and they make him feel uncomfortable, but he does like to hear you call him "sir" from time to time.

He also hates getting degraded. He knows he doesn't deserve to be called any of those ugly names that people tend to call each other during sex. He can't imagine why anyone would enjoy that. Why would he want the love of his life to put him down in bed?

O = Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? Are they good?)

He does prefer receiving over giving (kinda selfish 🙄😔). He loves it when you are below him as if you're bowing down to him, and you're also trying to pleasure him. It's honestly so heartwarming watching you take such good care of him, and he can't help but smile at the sight of you.

He also likes giving head (but not as much as he loves receiving 🥱). He likes how you tug at his hair and praise him while he's in between your legs. It's nice to hear you moan when he knows you feel so well because of him.

P = Pace (How quick do they go?)

He enjoys soft and passionate sex with you. He wouldn't do it very quickly since he isn't energetic, but even if he was, he'd still prefer to do it slower and take his sweet time. But that does not mean he won't get rough from time to time. If he wants to, he can always penetrate you deeper and harsher (as long as you're into it, of course).

Q = Quickie (Do they like them? How often do they do them?)

He absolutely hates quickies. He'd only do them if he really really needed to. It would usually happen if he suddenly gets a boner during work, but he doesn't have time to have full-on sex with you, so he just calls you to his office for a quick relief.

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment? How far would they go?)

He would surprisingly be up for trying new things, as long as they don't completely disgust him. You guys won't try new things often, but he'd spice things up from time to time. For example, he'd bring a new interesting toy, try out some new kink, tie you up in an interesting and complex way, etc. But he wouldn't go as far as incorporating a weapon during the act because sex is for pleasure and not pain.

S = Stamina (How energetic are they?)

As I said before, he's not very energetic due to his anemia. He would most likely do one round, rest for a few minutes while kissing/making out with you and do another round. He can last for around 4-7 rounds, but that excludes oral sex. Usually, you'll give him a blow-job in between some rounds or vice-versa.

T = Toy (What do they think of them? Do they incorporate them into bed often?)

He prefers to use toys on you rather than himself. He loves experimenting with different kinds of vibrators, dildos and other toys, and seeing what kind of reactions he can get out of you. He finds it very entertaining, especially when he overstimulates you.

He, however, only uses a cock ring once in a while. Sometimes he let's you experiment on him, but don't expect it to be too often.

U = Unfair (Do they like to tease?)

He loves to tease, as I mentioned above. Besides overstimulating you, he also likes to edge you. It's fun to see you frustrated because he seized his movements, and you lost yet another orgasm.

Sometimes, you try to get back at him, but that ends up backfiring on you. You would be sucking him off, and all of a sudden, you'd stop or slow down. He would gently pull you by the hair to face him and threaten to prevent you from orgasming until the next time you two have sex. That will quickly make you rethink your decisions. But some other times, you'll try the opposite on him - overstimulation. Then, he isn't likely to stop you since he doesn't have the energy to because he's especially sensitive after an orgasm. However, when you're done having your fun, expect him to return the favor twice as hard.

V = Volume (Are they loud?)

He doesn't like making a lot of noise. That doesn't mean that he wouldn't, though. He tries his best to control himself, but he just can't help it. In the beginning, he would make low grunts and gasps, but as the sex progresses, he'll get more vocal. Definitely has some of the prettiest moans known to humankind. When you overstimulate him, your ears will 100% be blessed by the most godlike melody you've ever heard.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Fyodor has an appreciation for your chest, so whenever he has the chance, he'll squeeze your boobs (he doesn't have a preference for size, don't worry). It's one of his favorite places to leave his hickeys on, besides your neck. He'd always try to have a hand around your chest, or he would take time kissing it in between rounds. He handles it very gently and with lots of care. He also likes to play with your nipples and watch you twitch from his cold touch against this sensitive spot of yours. He likes fucking his dick in between them and coming all over them. It's a giant turn on for him. If you're having sex during your period and your breasts are sore, he'd take his sweet time massaging them and caressing them.

X = X-ray (What is below their waist?)

His dick is about 6.2 inches (15.7 cm) soft and 6.8 inches (17.2 cm) hard. It is slightly more slender than average, and the tip is a brownish color. It's slightly tilted to the right and has two or three more prominent veins along it. The most sensitive parts are definitely the tip and his testicles.

Y = Yearning (How much do they want it?)

He has slightly lower than average libido. He'll probably make love to you once every two or three weeks, but during some months he'll get random bursts of neediness and have sex with you more often (for example, once or even twice a week).

Z = ZZZ... (Do they fall asleep quickly after the act?)

Since he doesn't have much stamina, and he wastes a lot of it during sex, I'd say he falls asleep rather quickly. He likes to hold you in his arms as the two of you drift off to sleep. But sometimes you'll get tired faster than him while he is still in the mood. That doesn't happen very often but when it does, cock warming comes into play. Then, you'll usually fall asleep while he has buried his dick deep inside you. If that happens, the next morning he'll probably wake up from a wet dream and continue what you couldn't finish the previous night.

Thank you so much for reading. I really hope you enjoyed it. As always, if you'd like for me to write you something BSD related, my requests are open.

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Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 16 - A Beauty to Admire

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[Specialized Wedding Dress Shop]

~ A while later ~

We arrived at the specialized wedding dress shop. Inside the shop... Rows of white and dazzling outfits were neatly arranged.

Lato: "Quite beautiful, isn't it?"

Muu: "Wow~! They're so beautiful and luxurious!"

Flure: "Amazing, as expected of Tisailles. The designs that utilize frills are impressive."

Miyaji: "Fufu... Will this be helpful as a reference for clothes making?"

Flure: "Yes, very much so! Thank you for guiding us, Prof. Miyaji!"

At that moment, a shop assistant appeared from the back of the store.

Shop Assistant: "Welcome... Oh, my...?"

Flure: "Hm...?"

Shop Assistant: "No way!? Aren't you the model from the team 'Garcia' who was the runner-up in the contest? I became a fan after watching the contest!"

Flure: “Uh, uhm... Th-thank you..."

Shop Assistant: "I was so moved by your sense of style! I'd love to ask for your advice!"

Flure: "Um, well... Um..."

> (Is Flure feeling shy?)

Lato: "Ms. shop assistant... Could you please not bother Flure too much?"

Shop Assistant: "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to suddenly ask for a favor. I'll ask for advice another time. W-well then... Please take a look at our clothes. You can also try them on!"

With that, the shop assistant went back to the back of the store.

> "Are you okay, Flure?"

Flure: "Y-yes... I was surprised, but I'm happy."

> "It's good that you have fans now, Flure"

Miyaji: "It's the result of your efforts, Flure."

Lato: "By the way, that shop assistant... mentioned that you can try on the clothes. My lord, would you like to try putting on some?"

> "Me?"

Flure: "Right... That might be nice! My lord, it would be a waste not to try on such beautiful clothes! It's rare to have the opportunity to try on Tisailles’ wedding dresses... Let's try on a few!"

Muu: "I want to see my lord wearing beautiful clothes too!"

> "I-if you all insist..."

Lato: "Kufufu… Then it's settled. It's a wonderful day to see our beautiful lord wearing beautiful clothes."

> “E-err..."

Miyaji: "Sigh... You shouldn't trouble the lord too much, you guys. But... I must admit, I'm also happy to see the lord looking beautiful."

> "Even Miyaji..."

Miyaji: "Oops... Sorry."

Flure: "So, my lord. Shall we choose some clothes? Do you have any preferences for the design? I'll also help you choose."

> "Hmm..."

As I looked around the store... I couldn't decide because they were not the usual clothes I wear.

Flure: "Fufu... Are you having trouble deciding? In that case, how about this outfit? The length is perfect... It's made of lightweight fabric, so it should feel comfortable!"

Lato: "I see, lightweight clothes... Seems easy to dance in."

Miyaji: "The vibrant colors of the embroidery are lovely. Overall, it gives an elegant impression... I think it will suit you very well."

Muu: "I agree! That outfit is perfect for you!"

> "Okay, I'll try on this outfit"

I handed my jacket to the butlers... and headed to the fitting room with the wedding outfit in hand.

~ A while later ~

I changed into the wedding outfit... and returned to the butlers.

> "Sorry to keep you waiting"

As I spoke, the butlers turned to face me.

Muu: "Wow...! My lord, it looks amazing on you!"

Flure: "A-amazing..."

Lato: "Hmm..."

Miyaji: "This is..."

Muu: "Huh? What's wrong, everyone?"

> "...Could it be that it doesn't suit me?"

Flure: “I-it's not that! It looks amazing and beautiful! It's just that... it's too beautiful... I was at a loss for words..."

Lato: "Yes, me too. My lord was so beautiful that... I couldn't take my eyes off. Kufufu... Is this what they mean by captivating?"

Miyaji: "My Lord... The wedding outfit looks really good on you. ...It's very beautiful. I truly believe that from the bottom of my heart."

> "Th-thank you..."

As I was praised by everyone, I felt embarrassed and inadvertently looked down.

Muu: "Hehe, it feels like... My lord is getting married to the butlers in the basement!"

> "Eeehh!?"

Flure: "W-Wait a minute, Muu!? What are you saying!?"

Lato: "Kufufu… Are the three of us getting married to you, my lord...? That's an interesting idea."

> "L-Lato?"

Lato: "In that case, my lord. Let's go to Velis and ride the gondola."

> "Huh?"

Flure: "Lato… Why are you suddenly suggesting something like that."

Lato: "I heard from Mr. Lucas. Apparently, in Velis... it's famous for couples who have pledged their love to ride the gondola. If I remember correctly, while riding the gondola... they praise each other, and happiness comes to them... It sounds like an interesting story... so I'd like to try it."

> "Errrr..."

Flure: "Lato, hold on a second! Are you casually suggesting that the lord and us get married?"

Lato: "Is that a problem?"

Flure: "Of course it's a problem. We're butlers…!"

Lato: "Is it... not okay?"

Flure: "It's not okay!"

Lato: "Sigh... I understand. If Flure says so..."

Miyaji: "Don't be discouraged, Lato. Look, even if we can't get married… riding the gondola with the lord can bring happiness, don't you think? Riding the gondola doesn't necessarily mean getting married."

Lato: "Prof. Miyaji… Fufu, you're right. If it brings happiness to the lord, then that's enough."

Muu: "U-um, sorry to break it to you... but actually, the butlers on the third floor have already ridden the gondola."

> “Yes……” > "That's right"

Lato: "I see... is that so? Then... let's ride it again."

Miyaji: "Um, Lato... I should let you know, it's impossible to go to Velis right now."

Flure: "Yeah, there's no time for that."

Lato: "Oh... is that so? That's unfortunate. Then, my lord, next time we go to Velis... please ride the gondola with me. Will you promise me that, my lord?"

> "S-sure..."

Lato: "Thank you, my lord."

Flure: "...That sounds nice. ...If possible, I also…”

> "Huh?"

Flure: "Ah... i-it's nothing."

Lato: "Oh my, Flure, do you also want to ride it? I don't mind."

Flure: "N-No...! I mean..."

Lato: "Oh, is that not it?"

Flure: "It is... but..."

Lato: "Kufufu... Flure is still so shy. If you want to ride too, why don't you clearly convey it yourself?"

Flure: "Right... it's frustrating, but... as Lato said... M-my lord... if you would, please ride the gondola with me. O-of course... just the two of us, please."

> “Of course” > "It's a promise”

Flure: "Th-Thank you! My lord!"

Lato: "Kufufu... Flure has grown up. As his older brother, I'm pleased."

Flure: "Ugh, even though it's frustrating... I have to admit that Lato's advice was helpful this time."

Miyaji: "Fufufu... While it's good that both of you will ride the gondola with the lord... Remember, there are risks on the water. Make sure to protect the lord."

Flure: "Of course!"

Lato: "Understood, Prof. Miyaji."

Flure: "Anyway…! let's leave the gondola talk at that…! My lord! Would you like to try the outfit over there? I think it'll definitely look good on you!"

> “I-I'll try on another outfit?"

Miyaji: “Indeed. I'd like to see my lord wearing various outfits."

Lato: "Kufufu... Why don't we try on all the outfits while we're at it?"

> “Wh-what!?"

Muu: "M-mr. Lato… That's a bit much..."

Miyaji: "Lato, the lord might get tired."

Lato: "Kufufu... I was just joking, joking..."

> "That's a relief..."

Flure: "Geez... Lato's jokes are hard to understand.”

note: it's not specifically a jacket, it could be a coat, cardigan, etc

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butlersbabe · 2 years

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Good Man’s Land– Cowboy!A.B. x reader

a/n: lemme just say, y’all are the real mvps for being so patient with me on this chapter. writers block and just being very unmotivated has really put a damper on my craft. i really appreciate all of you who have stuck with me. i love you all <3

warnings: drama drama drama. a couple time jumps. i took forever on this so if there’s something wrong, PLEASE lmk. swear words, mentions of sex, so maybe minors dni just in case. light angst. a pinch of fluff. this chapter is a fucking mess, i’m so sorry. it’ll get good, i promise.

w/c: like 3.3k? idk

be ready for lots of fluff AND angst next chapter 👹

part two 🐮

Part III.

You knew Austin was really close to Olivia. That didn’t bother you. But she really liked him. And you could tell she liked him. And that’s…That’s okay. Austin wasn’t yours. You guys just had sex once. That doesn’t mean he’s yours. Austin wasn’t yours. Hell, you didn’t even like the guy a week ago, why do you feel a burning pit of jealousy deep in your stomach?

“Olivia!” Mama got up and went to hug her, “It’s so nice to see you again, gorgeous.” Olivia was gorgeous. Perfect teeth, perfect nose, perfect lips, perfect. She was perfect. Papa even said hello before the two sat down on the couch practically on top of each other. You sat on the other end, shoving your face in your phone hoping everything would stay out of sight, out of mind. “How have you been?” Papa asks, opening the newspaper while Mama heads to the kitchen to finish supper. “I’ve been well, Mr. Y/L/N.”

“Just call me Papa, Mr. Y/L/N was my father’s name,” He chuckled.

Fuck, not her too.

“Okay, Papa.” Olivia smiles and settles into Austin’s arm that continues to stay glued to her hip. “I’m moving back to Marfa! On Oak Street! The cutest little townhouse you’ve ever seen. My parents decided Dallas was more their style. I tend to gravitate towards small town living.”

“That’s lovely, Olivia!” Mama hollers from the kitchen. “Yes! And I already have a job at the bank!” She exclaimed. “Amazing! That’s amazing, honey.”

You can’t recount how long it took Mama to finish supper. You could’ve sworn it wasn’t ever going to end. Luckily it did after an actual 15 minutes. The meal was finished in that time too. With it still being only around 8:30 pm, Austin suggested watching a movie. Mama and Papa figured it would be fine, but the two would end up leaving after 30 minutes. The movie wasn't all that great, anyways. That’s why you left an hour after the movie had started. You also couldn't stand watching the two cuddle and laugh at the film. It disgusted you for some reason. They looked so meant to be, it made your stomach turn.

“I’m going to bed.” You say, getting up, taking your phone and placing it on the side table so you could gather your blanket up. Chuck, a cow dog that thought he was a lap dog, hops from his place on your legs and follows you. Austin throws his free hand up and groans at you. “Aw, c’mon, darlin’. This is the best part.” You ignore him and keep on your way to your room, dragging your blanket with you. “Goodnight, Y/N!” Olivia hollers, Austin says the same right after.

In your room, you and Chuck enjoy the silence of the room but you're still confused as to why you felt such disgust while in the room with the two of them alone. It was obviously jealousy but you couldn't exactly figure out what else was tugging your nerves. You strip down to your bra and underwear from the hoodie you wore to hide anything and see the marks Austin left along your collarbones and breasts. Unhooking the bra, you took it to your hamper and threw it in then grabbed a shirt that had belonged to Austin. Your grandma didn’t like getting rid of clothes so you had accepted any shirts he’d wanted to get rid of. Cleaning the shirt didn't really get rid of his smell though. Shuffling over to your bed, you noticed your phone was missing. You asked Chuck if he knew where it was. He whines at you. You already knew you had left it downstairs with the happy couple. Your eyes couldn't roll far enough. Slipping your house shoes on, you make your way out of the door and to the creaky-floored hallway. You could hear your Papa’s snoring over the movie playing down in the living room. Luckily the floor stopped creaking at the stairs, it was starting to get annoying and you didn't want to wake your Mama up, she’s a light sleeper.

You turn the corner to the living room and see Olivia and Austin nearly eating each other’s faces off. You hit the corner, only paying attention to the pair making out on the couch. You startled them and they quickly disconnected. Before you could listen to what Austin was about to say, you quickly turned and made your way up the stairs, forgetting the phone. The burning was unbearable. It sat in the back of your throat, begging to be let out. Unintentionally, you slam the door. You stand before the mirror again and pull the collar of the shirt down to peek at the hickies again. Finally, you broke. You felt used. You didn't want to believe you’d given something to a man who already had access to it. He only came to apologize for getting into your pants. Sadness turned to anger. Heartbreak. Whatever it was. You felt played for a fool. Thankfully, Chuck was there to ease the pain.

The next morning, you’re up before Austin and Mama. You get up and pull out a button up and jeans and get dressed. You let your hair do its own thing, placing a cowboy hat over the messy strands. Walking out of your room and down the stairs, you met Papa in the kitchen. “Good morning, Papa.” you alarm him. He turns with a confused smile on his face, “Mornin’, Pops,” He answers. “Whatcha up so early for?” He was bewildered, completely stunned that you could even wake up this early. “I’m just ready to get started with the day. And I was out a bit late yesterday morning.” You say, grabbing a rice cake and the peanut butter jar. “What's on the agenda today, Papa?” You spread the chunky peanut butter across the cake piece. “Well, we're gonna go get the cows fed, count the chickens, then we gotta go to town and get some groceries. Austin can get the hogs fed and washed while we do that.”

You nod and head outside with him, wiping your hands on your denim clad legs. Jagger, Elvis and Diana are all making a fuss in the stables, ready for their day. You and Papa take your horses, leaving Elvis for Austin as per usual, and make your way to get the cows fed. Feed bags rested on the back sides of the horses. The four of you go out to where the cattle are and start to sprinkle some cake pellets to lead them to the hay bales. “C’mon, ladies!” Papa hollers at the cows. He points out Lady Marmalade, a pregnant milk cow who’s spots and blobs make it look like she’s wearing some hairy lingerie. He tells you about how she’s gonna pop any day now and you two had to figure out how to get her into the pen for observation. You warned that that specific job may be for him and Austin. He agreed.

Once that was done, Austin met you and Papa in the chicken coop area. You collected eggs while Papa milked a few cows just feet away from the coop . The hens were a bit feisty today, but you told yourself you weren’t going to fight anyone or anything today. “G’mornin’, sunshine.” He said towards you, his bright white teeth presented in a smile. “Go away.” You hiss, finishing the egg collecting. “What?” He laughs, acting stupid about the whole him-and-olivia-making-out-on-the-couch-last-night thing. “Don’t you have a face to be sucking off, right now?” You ask, passing him but not without a possibly intentional shoulder check. “No, I don’t. The only one I want to be doing that with is you.” He follows you to the house and inside the kitchen. “Really? Because you made it seem like Olivia’s face was so delicious last night.” He rolls his eyes and throws his arm midway up. “I don’t like her, Y/N. I rather hang around you and your laugh and your smile. I like hearing you making fun of my accent or the way I walk.” He said, “I really enjoy your company, and we just got caught up in the moment. Nothing happened. I promise you, Poppy.”

“Don’t ever call me that.” You didn’t know why but your anger had reached a peak. He was telling you how much he adored your presence but you saw him enjoying someone else’s last night. He didn’t think you were stupid, right? “You can call my grandparents Mama and Papa all you want but that does not give you the right to call me Poppy. They’ve earned getting to call me a nickname. All you do is play with my emotions. And I-I just can’t take it anymore.” You stammer with fat tears gathering in your eyes. Why were you about to cry? After placing the eggs in the crate on the counter, you walk past him once again. On your way to busy yourself with more chores.

Sitting in the passenger's seat, you listen to the radio as you and Papa drive down the dirt road. It was some old love song with a happy ending. You hated it. “Papa,” you sit back in your seat from your prior position, perched on the open-windowed door. “How did you know you liked Mama?” You ask, letting out a huff. He chuckles and looks at you with a smile that could be described as “I already know what this is about”. He placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it. “I knew I liked Mama when I started hating seeing her talk to other boys our age. I hated seeing her smile at any other boy that wasn’t me. I hated knowing that I wasn’t the only guy who’s jokes she’d laughed at.” He replaces the hand back on the wheel with the other.

“You like Austin, don’t you?”

Your brows furrowed and you shot him a dirty look. “Absolutely not. He’s an asshole-”

“Language.”

“I’m sorry. He’s an a-hole. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him.” You cross your arms and rest them on your chest. It was true, you really didn’t like him, that’s what you kept telling yourself at least. “I like boys who don’t bully me and mess with my feelings.”

“So you do like him. And that’s okay. Mama and I knew there was a chance that you two would get a little cozy with one another. But we didn’t expect it so suddenly.” He spoke in a way that sounded so wise but he was only stating facts. “I believe that you and him should probably revert back to just coworkers, friends, you know? Just so you don’t get hurt.” He pets your hair and looks at you for a split second. All he wanted was the best for you. And maybe Austin wasn’t that. “Mama wants you guys to do what feels right.” And for some reason, Austin had felt right.

“But I do like him, Papa.” You peep, turning your head to look out the window. “I don’t want to be just coworkers. I want him to like me back but he just likes that Olivia girl.” You hiss. He laughs at you and shakes his head before explaining that “He and Olivia had been messing around for years now. If they haven't gotten together by now, they probably never will.”

“What if he doesn’t want to be with me?”

“So what if he doesn’t? He’s a dirty, ole cattleman who will be here until he decides it’s time to leave. And he’s been working for us for nearly 8 years. Go find you a man who is a bit more in your comfort zone. Someone who thrives in the city and wants a big house in the suburbs. Don’t settle for our ranch hand because he has blond hair and blue eyes.”

Papa knew what you wanted, you’d talked about it since when you were young. But maybe that’s changed all because of Austin. Maybe you’d be okay with living in the country and being a farm lady. Have four kids and two dogs. A few barn cats and assorted animals. You kinda hoped that things would lead to you really wanting that with him. But Papa was right. Why were you really considering even being with Austin? You questioned just about everything that had to do with his name.

“You’re right.”

Back at the house after all the groceries were bought, Mama had you put up all of them while the men were off doing god knows what. You left out hamburger meat to thaw and let hamburger buns. The other dog, who’s name you’d learned was Hank, sat next to you and begged for you to drop literally any. He wasn’t supposed to eat any human food otherwise he’d want more. So you drop the slightest piece of raw meat on the ground. “Don’t tell Mama.” You whisper to him.

“Poppyseed, you better not be giving that damn dog any food.”

“I’m not!” Well, not anymore.

A week flies by.

You and Austin had spoken to each other only during work hours. Stayed up thinking about how things would’ve worked out if you had just stayed home. If dad had made enough money. If mom hadn’t passed. If you just hadn’t met Austin. Anything but the situation you were in right now. You worked your ass off. Just trying to distract yourself from the cowboy. You saw Olivia twice. Once at church and then the grocery store. Austin usually went to see her at the bank or her home.

The day continues on. You held onto what grandpa said about not settling. And he was right. You shouldn’t have to let all your plans go to waste because you liked a hillbilly from Marfa, Texas. You didn’t want to live on a farm for the rest of your life, you wanted to be anywhere but. However, you’d gladly do that for him…Funny what simple infatuation does. You stayed away from Austin as much as you could. You didn’t want to get caught up in another talk again. It broke your heart how much he seemed he cared but maybe he didn’t care at all.

Usually, Papa and Mama were in bed at 8:30 pm. But oddly, they were still up at 10. You could tell they were discussing something, it seemed really serious. They weren’t yelling but they definitely were talking with a purpose. It didn’t frighten you but curiosity definitely was present. But you digress. You keep on your way to the kitchen past their room. You meet Austin there, quickly turn around to go back to your room. You’d get water later or something.

“Hey. Don’t leave, please.” He asks. He sighs and you walk back into the kitchen. “I really apologize, Y/N. I didn’t realize how much seeing me with Olivia would hurt you. I didn’t even think you cared about me like that.” Austin says, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t.” You lied, taking a glass from the cupboard. “Yeah, I was upset but that doesn’t mean I like you.” You filled the glass with ice and water before sitting it down on the counter. “If you don’t like me, why wouldn’t you just brush it off?”

“I don’t like you, Austin.”

“You’re lying. And I hope you are because after that night, I realized how much I might actually like you too.” He says, words started to get caught up in his throat. “Even before then, I felt a way towards you. I knew I couldn’t help it and it just came out wrong. I hate that I treated you so badly in the beginning because when it started to matter, you didn’t want to talk to me. That’s why I came and apologized. And now you don’t talk to me unless we’re out on those damn horses.”

“And then you fucked me and made out with Olivia the next day.”

“I was confused, Y/N! I didn’t want to like you, I was hoping something would spark between her and I. It’s fucked, I know-”

“Yeah, it is fucked. I really thought you could’ve been one of those guys who stuck with one girl but you don’t. And that’s fine but I will not be one of your pawns.”

“Y/N, you’re not. I like you.”

You had to leave. Your glass of water stayed in the kitchen, but you had to go away as soon as you could. Damn, you sure cried a lot here. But it made sense. Everything that’s been going on, it’s been a lot on you. Now this? Austin’s just going to admit his stupid feelings? You didn’t understand. You felt him following you as you quickly walked to your room. He said your name in hope you’d turn and stop but you didn’t. You kept on until you reached your room, slamming the door. He comes bursting in just seconds after, closing the door as softly as he could being so riled up.

“Get out!” You say through your grit teeth. He obviously wasn’t going to do that so you shove him, barely moving an inch. “Go away! I don’t want to look at you!” Your eyes are clouded with tears and you go to shove him but he catches your wrists and pulls you into his embrace. His hold on you was solid but caring and when you tried to pull away, you wouldn’t budge. “Y/N, stop, please.”

“No! You stop!” Your voice is soft but so full of emotion. Anger, sadness, regret. You didn’t exactly know what was going on with your feelings. “Y/N, stop. Please. Let me talk.” You become less frantic give about 30 seconds and you look at Austin, trying to keep your cool. He lets go of you and walks over to your bed. You follow and sit next to him. His fingers run through his hair before starting to talk. You could tell he was nervous.

“Look, Y/N…” He starts, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “I really do like you. And I was hoping that maybe you’d be so kind as to let me have a chance. Or at least a do-over.” Austin’s eyes finally find yours, they’re soft and vulnerable, something you’ve never seen before. “I just really have started to care for you and I’ve realized that I wouldn’t mind hearing your laugh everyday or just being around you.”

“Austin, you don’t mean that.”

“I really do.” His hand finds a spot on your thigh, his eyes still connected with yours. “So, if you’d be so nice enough as to let me have a chance, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

“Dinner? Where?”

“Planet Marfa. It’s a little bar and restaurant. It’s cute and I want to take you there. We’ll eat and dance, I promise it will be worth it. So, can I take you?”

As much as this man has hurt you in the past, you still wanted to go. You liked him and that wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon. You really wanted to give him a chance and he seemed serious about it. “Sure.” You say with subtle uncertainty. But you were so excited to say the least. This is what you wanted and you finally had it.

“Great.” Austin leans in to give you a small kiss. “Amazing, actually. You’ve made me a happy man. We’ll go Friday night?” He says getting up and walking backwards to the door. “Friday night, got it.” You smiled. And he walked out, but then opened the door again to say good night. As he closes the door again, you have a giddy grin that couldn’t go away. You were going on a date…with Austin.

You throw the covers over your body and pick up your phone to text your dad.

hey, dad! i just wanted you to know i’m going on a date this friday :)

He answered almost immediately which didn’t surprise you a bit. His job didn’t allow him much sleep.

That’s great, baby! What’s their name?

his name is austin! he works at the ranch with mama, papa, and i.

You’re falling in love with a cowboy? Why am I not surprised?

lol. i’m excited. but i just wanted to let you know! goodnight <3

goodnight, baby. i’m happy for you.

You turn your phone off and sit it back on the nightstand. You fell asleep happy, such an opposite feeling that what you were just feeling. Something you hadn’t done in a while. This was going to be good, you were going to make sure of it. You couldn’t let this cowboy break you heart again.

part four 🔥

#austin butler #elvis 2022 #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #elvis x reader #austin butler imagine #elvis presley #austin butler elvis #elvis movie #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #elvis #cowboy!austin #butlersbabefics #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you

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k1rishiki · 3 months

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meant to make this post w the castle too set (that's the brand that made the gothic ouji coord i posted earlier) but i was having technical difficulties getting the pictures from my phone to computer earlier so let me just note that the reason that picture was cut off at the knee was bc every article of clothing i've ordered within the last few months has decided to be delivered over the last few days and that included my fucking hag order. so the entire time i was posing in my fancy lil outfit i was strategically positioning myself so you wouldn't see these:

n e ways. the boots are three sizes too big for me bc all the smaller sizes were sold out but luckily they're wearable if i wear thick socks (hence the. unicorns.) and i was going to put the leg warmers over the boots like the hag models do but i was scared i'd rip the lining of them so i didn't . the way you're supposed to style the boots is with the lil strawberry music note patches + plush add-ons attached to the laces but they'd sold out of one of the plushes by the time i picked up the boots and i didn't want them to be uneven + am not rlly into the whole strawberry craze so i was planning on getting some cheap miku plushies and sewing some clips onto the backs of their heads to diy it + get some miku patches and attach velcro to them + maybe hang a couple of my half million vocaloid charms to the kandi strands (why vocaloid? well you see. music motif.) but they. threw in the music note patches as a freebie so now i'm second guessing myself. also i have this insane attachment to good packaging design which is. a problem i attribute to my childhood monster high obsession. but i couldn't bear to throw away the pretty box so now the tonal dissonance continues bc the castle too set now lives in the hag box. ft my ciels bc by the time i realized i actually had ciels over my mom's house (my main ciel + all my other figures at at my dad's) i'd already changed out of it so i couldn't take a picture with them. so this mainly exists to reconcile that fact. the ciels were returned to the plushie pile after this photo was taken bc the box is not a proper habitat for them

#romeo.txt

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lilallama · 3 years

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[I'm assuming this takes place in an Universe where Hybrids are something common or at least known of, yet are looked down upon. I'll soon post the Hybrid bts one, love ^^. 💕🍑]

None of them questioned why you wore a beanie every day, or why you always wore baggy pants, after all, it was just your style. They always adored your beautiful big e/c eyes, that had a not so subtle resemblance of cat eyes. With their big shiny pupils that dilated or shrunk whenever something happened. You were just so breathtakingly graceful and agile, always managing to land on your feet. Your ears and smell were also always better than anyone elses. It was as if you could see in the dark, every detail and little change stood out to you. They truly thought you were a super human.

That was untill, Jimin decided to suprise you with a hug, just as you came through the door. The sudden "attack" from Jimin made you jump back and loose your beanie. You hisses at Jimin, who took a step back, that was when you realise what had happened. You grew quiet, your throat got dry and you couldn't seem to talk. Everyone stared at you as you felt your pulse quicken. Will they hate you? Will they abandon you? What if they'll hurt you or make fun of you? They were your only friends, you'd be all alone without them. That cannot happen, why must it always be you? How is the world so unfair-

Just then Hoseok spoke, "I didn't know you were a Hybrid, dear." "And such a gorgeous one at that!" Seokjin gave you a soft smile as Jimin started cooing at you. "You're so cute! Your ears look so fluffy, can I pet them? Oh, pretty pretty pretty please~"

You just stood there confused, not knowing what to do. Unbeknownst to you, Taehyung started breathing heavily again. His eyes were wide open with dilated pupils and a big crazed smile on his face. He silently laughed while his body shook, he even started drooling while mumbling "Y/n~ so cute, so perfect, so lovely". Hoseok quickly kicked his leg to snap him out of it, which partly worked. Taehyung started blinking again and whiped the drool away, but continued muttering while smiling.

Yoongi slowly stepped closer, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. "You are so beautiful, Y/n. I can't believe I'm blessed enough to be in your presence." He clasped his hands over his mouth and teared up. You, not knowing what to do, carefully hugged him to console him. "Unfair!" Once again, Jimin started whining about how unfair everything was. To shut him up, you quickly told him "Jimin, if you want you can pet my ears." Which helped a whole lot. But caused another problem. "No way!" Jeongguk screamed, "Their ears are sensitive, you're petting them wrong!" Which confused everyone.

"How did you know that?" Asked Hoseok suspiciously. "I just- I'm just really interested in Hybrids, okay! Now do it right, like this."

No one knew, that Jeongguk already was aware of their secret. He was their childhood best friend after all. They used to lay in the garden infront of Y/ns house, bathing in the sunlight while sharing stories and thoughts. It wasn't rare to find him petting his best friend to soothe them, so he knew exactly how it should be done. With bright smiles and songs sang with honey and milk, these memories faded from your mind. To you, the world was lonely, unaccepting, just like everything seemed to him before he found you again.

After the club members had taken their leave, Namjoon approached Jeongguk. "You knew them before, didn't you?" The younger stared up at that, "What makes you assume that, huh?".

The older looked at him with a cold gaze, "You look at them familiarly, and have that look that tells me, you already knew everything we figured out." With clenched fists Jeongguk shouted at Namjoon, "W-well, look at yourself! You were the one who stared at them like they're the only thing in the room!" "We all did, you too. There's really no point of denying it, I know the truth." "So? What's it to you? You gonna tell the others, huh?" "No." That caught him off guard. "I won't tell anyone. It really doesn't matter. I don't even know why you'd keep it a secret and not brag about it, but whatever. I'll see you tomorrow."

#yandere bts #cooking club #hybrid au

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narcisskanotfrisk · 2 years

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Reunification (Narcisska x SweetChara canon ship)

That night I was feeling uncomfortable, so I decided to go to the bar. Someone haunted my thoughts ... And while I was already on my third drink I let my mind remember. It had been a year since we had broke up ... I fell in love with her at first sight and, after many unsuccessful flirting attempts, she had accepted my love. Everything was rosy at the start, a house, perfect moments and she even accept to have children. As I took another drink unable to remember whether I was on my tenth or twentieth, the darker memories returned. Our arguments, her selfishness and her way of being that had pissed me off. Until the day she left ... I woke up without her presence by my side. It shocked me, I cried for months. Fortunately, a friend took my children under her wing because I was no longer capable to take care of them ... I started trying to forget about her by having adventures with other girls. But none was her .. It had ended up breaking me even more .. And here I am now ... Drinking like an alcoholic, pretending you're okay. That evening I stayed far too late ... When I left the bar, I was barely standing. Staggering with each step I did not even recognize the city, lost in my gloomy state I even ended up bumping into someone. "E-excuse me! .. Hic .. -Hey, what is such a pretty young lady doing around here? ~ he replied in a honeyed tone " Before I could react, probably due to the effects of alcohol, I was surrounded by his group. In a burst of anguish and adrenaline as I understood what was going to happen to me, I began to vomit right on the feet of a guy a little too close. While his friends laughed at him, I looked up to see that he was going to hit me with anger. Instinctively, I closed my eyes waiting for the pain of the blow that never came. Under the effect of alcohol I could not quite distinguish the sounds hearing only a hubbub of scream. Then a great silence ... Several minutes passed before I decided to open my eyes. The people who assaulted me lay on the ground. A woman was standing in front of me, I think she was smiling? "T-thank you madam I- .. Woah ..." Stumbling, I started to fall before this woman caught me up in a bridal style. Too drunk to recognize a face, I gazed at her anyway. I was too tired to struggle. "We're going home now -But madam ... y-you don't ... know ... w-where... hic ... I live .... " And so I fell asleep in the arms of a stranger who had just saved me from an unenviable fate. I had a very restless sleep ... Still dreaming of our arguments, of our debates ... of our breakup .... I opened my eyes slowly with a huge headache, when I finally managed to perceive the room, it was a shock. I was in the room of my old house ... The same room that I had shared with SweetChara. I couldn't believe my eyes so much that I thought I was in your dream. Next to me she was observing me, the one who had haunted my thoughts for a whole year ... "I think you must have a headache from the state I found you. Swallow that. She said simply with her usual smirk " I took the glass she gave me and drank it mechanically, then winced at the taste of the medicine. As I returned the glass, I stared at her for a long moment. She smiled when she saw me do it, that's when I instinctively leaned down in a soft kiss. {If it's a dream then I should take advantage of it as much as possible ...} And without a word, she turned off the lights and the rest of my night was eventful .... The next day I woke up not much better, I stretched when I noticed that two pair of eyes were looking at me. That was Xillion and Lyssria looking at me with wide eyes. It was then that with my family reunited again I felt full of hope for the future and could not help but let go a few tears of joy ... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Narcisska belong to me SweetChara belong to @the-creator-undertale-au

#ship #Narcisska x SweetChara

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jleighwrites · 3 years

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Through the Looking Glass [Unedited]

Quen inspected himself in the glowing mirror, knowing that the reflection was truly his own. He stood at 5 foot 8; a bit short, but he didn't mind. His ochre skin was clear and his hair was cut into a clean blowout. Apparently that was popular back in the 20's. His amber-colored eyes gleamed back at him, tarnished only by the dark circles underneath. Many of his acquaintances had gotten rid of theirs, but he liked how it made him feel human.

When he was finished getting ready for the day, he stepped into the hall and made his way to one of his family's augmented reality chambers, or ARCs for short. When he reached the door, he took out his personal ID and held it in front of a small screen next to the door. It beeped once before flickering to life.

"Quenton Jarod Harris, Junior attending Paulson R. Stewart High. Would you like to begin Classes for the day?" it asked in a robotic voice.

"Yes," he replied.

"Creating Scenario… Connecting to server… Finalizing… Start-up complete. Have a good day, Quenton Harris."

He swung the door open and was met by a bustling school hallway. Dozens of beautiful faces were chatting with each other, walking past each other, and scrambling to finish assignments that should've been done the night before. He let the door creak shut behind him and it disappeared into the wall. He hadn't taken two steps before the robotic voice was back.

"Message received. Sender : Juulia Brewer. Would you like to open the message?" Quen let out a heavy breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He regretted having skipped coffee this morning. The system repeated itself, "Would you like to open the message?"

"Yes."

An opaque, digital, blue message box appeared before him. As he walked, it stayed in the same position, phasing through classmates as he went, but they didn't flinch. To be fair, they couldn't even see it on their side.

Morning!! :DDD

In cafeteria.

Meet there??? uwu

Quen rolled his eyes at the emotes. Juuls had an obsession with "Millennial Texting", as she called it. In fact, she was kind of a nerd for it. She was the only one that had taken an interest in that era. American History classes taught them that the first 30 years of the century were dark times, but somehow Juulia managed to find light in them.

He reached out and pressed the X in the top right corner of the message box, causing it to blink away. "Hey, Google?" he called.

"What can I help with?"

"Teleport me to the Cafeteria."

"Sure. Now teleporting Quenton Harris to the cafeteria."

The noises and sight of the hallway faded into a blue void. Here, it was relaxing. Here, he could breathe easy. And just like that, it was gone. The void transformed into the cafe and the garbled mess of voices was back.

He scanned the faces before him one by one, trying to discern his friend in the sea of Glowing radiance. On the days that he had to use ARC, it was always significantly harder to recognize Juulia. With ever-changing hair colors and styles, vast varieties of makeup, and feature correction, the only way he could tell the difference was when their name appeared in front of them when he met their gaze.

A girl sitting a few tables down stood up and began to wave her arm around; he didn't have to see her to know it was Juuls. Disregarding the built-in recognition program, the greeting was a dead giveaway. She did this almost every morning, whether in person or through ARC.

He made his way through the crowd, literally. Instead of bumping shoulders with people, their holograms simply phased through him. The chamber, however, did produce realistic copies of inanimate objects. He plopped down on the nanobit replica of a bench at his school's lunch table.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Oh. Em. Eff. Gee. You literally took forever, lol," Juulia replied. A couple students around the two of them glanced their direction, giving them odd looks.

"Proximity chat," Quen reminded her. He took a moment to adapt to her new look. He assumed that she had been trying to look like one of those 'E-girls' that she was always on about. With neon pink hair, a beanie, and dark makeup, she looked completely different than she did yesterday.

"Oof. They just don't have good taste. The 20's were so… Lit."

"That's new."

"What? Lit? It just means, like, cool, but better."

"You're so weird."

"Pog."

And with that, the bell rang. Immediately, he was sucked back into the loading void briefly before being spit out into his first class of the day. He took his seat as the teacher appeared in the room. She was beautiful and could pass for 25, though she was actually 20 years older.

"Alright everyone, sit down please. Today, we'll be talking about why we're here. We all know that the early years were just about as bad as they could get. But they had some major influence on how things work in modern day."

Juulia would be bouncing off of the walls if she were here right now. Fortunately, she didn't have this class until after lunch. He was spared of her over-enthusiasm for now.

"Did you know that ARC was developed a few years after the events of the Covid 19 pandemic? It took a while, but when it was released to the public it was an instant success. Can you believe they used to hold classes through video chats on a computer?"

A hand in the back went up. The teacher motioned towards the student, urging her to ask her question. "What's a computer?" It seemed that everyone had been wondering the same thing, Quen included, because they all shifted their vision from the student to the teacher.

The teacher chuckled. "It was a large device that used to be kept on desks before technology was integrated into Glass."

"They only had technology on the 'computer'?" another student asked.

"I mean, they had other forms of technology. They had smart watches, smartphones, smart TVs… But most of their time connected to the internet was spent on a computer or on the smartphone, which is what we now call our Shard."

Quen had to admit, everything about the early 21st century was something else. But where it intrigued Juuls, it brought up a bad taste for him. To him, it was just the beginning of the death of authenticity.

After what felt like hours of droning, the class was finally wrapping up. Google's voice broke him from his thoughts. "Message received. Sender : Crystalinne Harris. Message saved for later."

"I've sent an assignment reminder to all of you. Your homework is a 500 word essay on what 'Facebook' was before it created Glass."

He scoffed at the assignment before the next bell rang, whisking him off to his second class.

When the final bell of the day rang, the low hum enveloping him whirred into silence as ARC powered down. Without the machine running, he stood in a room made up of nanobits. The tiny metal balls made up the walls, floor, ceiling, and even this side of the door. All of them worked to create the illusion of being in an actual school, when in reality, he'd been inside a room no more than 10 feet wide and 10 feet long all day.

He stepped out of the chamber and made his way into the kitchen, where he was met by his mother and father. "How was school today?" She asked. His father pulled a latte from the Keurig and sipped it as he waited for a response.

"It was alright. Just another day," he replied, "Dinner smells good."

"Oh, yeah. They delivered lemon pepper steak and asparagus today. All of our portions are already in the oven."

"That's… Lit," he said, a smug sense of pride flickering within.

"That's funny, son. Haven't heard that since Gran was alive. Get that from, what's her name? Jessica?"

"Juulia. Yeah." His father's beard was getting shaggy, he noticed. Since he had started using Glass, he had been letting it grow out. Seemingly, it didn't bother him much any more. His father had been adamant about leaving Glass alone for most of his life and had taught him to do the same, but when Grey hairs began to appear, he decided to finally give in.

Honestly, he wasn't surprised. Glass was wildly popular internationally. It had originally been bought out by the American government in 2040, probably for facial tracking, and integrated into every single building since then. It was everywhere. He and his dad were two of only six or seven people that he knew of that didn't use it. But now, he couldn't even say that.

After dinner, he had decided to take a hot shower. The water on his skin felt nice and he let the steam relax his muscles. When he finished, he dried off and wrapped his towel around his waist. Stepping in front of the mirror, a pleasant chime sounded.

"Glass activated," a voice with a programmed British accent sounded through the surrounding speakers. The edges of the mirror lit with a white backlight and menus appeared on the screen in glowing, white letters. A box formed around his face, his name appearing above it. "User : Quenton Harris detected. Set nickname : Quen."

He began to comb his hair into place when the voice rang out, "Quen, would you like to use the Autofix function?" A white bar highlighted the "Autofix" option on the menu.

"No," He replied sternly.

He finished with his hair and quickly brushed his teeth. When he smiled so that he could check them, the voice came again, "Light enamel stains detected. Would you like to use the Autofix function?"

"No."

It was irritating to hear it trying to coerce him into using it, knowing that it used that method to get so many people addicted to it. He simply shook his head. That's how it starts. A quick fix here, a minor upgrade there…

He pulled on a sleep shirt and some sweatpants, tossed his towel into the laundry chute, and headed for his room. He needed to write his essay and get some rest for the next day. It would be Tuesday, which meant live classes.

Quen's alarm beeped, rousing him from his slumber. He sat up in bed and stretched, before lowering himself to the floor. "1, 2, 3, 4…" he counted the sit-ups in his head as he started his quick morning workout routine. He had always been physically active. Staying healthy had been a big goal for him. The way things were now, even with the best Healthcare, people hardly ever made it past their 50's. He wouldn't let himself be a victim of the system.

50 sit-ups, crunches, and push ups later, he stood up. Began getting dressed for the day. A white button up and a tie, he wanted to look nice. Of course, Glass attempted to goad him into Autofixing himself, and just like every other day, he had none of it.

Finally, he felt confident. He was ready for the day. He grabbed his backpack from the back of his desk chair after ensuring that his report on Facebook was packed. Since he was heading out of the house, he also snagged his Shard from the charging pad and shoved it into the pocket of his black jeans.

He strode down his driveway and stopped next to his mailbox. After a few minutes, a large, white bus with no windows arrived. He climbed in and heard a chime over the bus' speakers. The British voice spoke, "Quenton Harris has boarded."

He made his way to an empty seat and plopped down. The first thing he noticed, like always, was the smell. An amalgam of body odors swirled around the cramped space, making him sick to his stomach.

Inside the bus, you could see the surroundings on the installed Glass screens, almost like windows. He turned his focus to the passing buildings as he tried to block out the horrendous scent surrounding him. He was one of the last stops, so he wouldn't have to endure it for very long. He slid his Shard out of his pocket and began to read the day's headlines. The war overseas was still raging on, as expected. The weekly universal paycheck rate was 31 dollars more than the last. And another round of the Meta-Vaccine was going to be made available before fall, hopefully to prevent as many infections as possible.

The bus rolled to a stop in front of the real Paulson R. Stewart High. When the doors creaked open, the automated voice announced that it was time to evacuate. He passed by the empty driver's seat and stepped out onto the curb, letting fresh air flow into his lungs. For the first time since last Thursday, he smiled.

Quen enjoyed the few moments he had in the outdoors as he strode to the entrance. Biding his time, he held the door open for other students. Unfortunately, he knew he had to go in.

He stepped into the real hallway, which looked almost exactly the same as it did in the ARC replica. There were three main differences. First, the smell. Just like on the bus, it was everywhere. It absorbed every crevice, every corner. It was disgusting. As much as it bothered him, no one else seemed to mind.

Second, the students he saw today were nothing like the ones that had been in his simulation yesterday. Where beautiful faces surrounded him before, he was now engulfed in a sea of low effort. Hair was frizzy, tangled, and out of place. Clothes were wrinkled and stained. And the worst, it was obvious that most of his classmates didn't take care of themselves. They were supposed to reach the peak of their physicality at ages 16 through 18. If this is what "peak" looked like, he understood why the average life expectancy was decreasing.

Third, Glass was everywhere. It made up all of the windows, all of the mirrors, and even lined the walls in some places. It kept track of each student as they navigated the hallways. The 'Assistant' feature was turned off, which meant no obnoxious voice trying to pressure him into anything, but it still worked it's magic in the reflections. Each user's Autofix settings synced up with every Glass that was linked to the system, which was - legally - all of them.

It disgusted him, the way people walked around, acting all high and mighty. Just because they never had to see their true selves didn't mean that no one would. The problem was, they didn't care. After graduation, They would be assigned a home, a mate, and a job. And after that, the only ones that would have to see them would be their direct family. All other interactions would be carried out in ARC, which had a partnership with Glass.

These moments, here, in Paulson R. Stewart High, were the last bits of his fleeting reality. Someone bumped into his shoulder, causing him to stumble out of the way. A bigger guy wearing a pair of eyeGlass gave him a strange look. "Sorry, man. Hard to tell the days apart," his apology sounded genuine, "Your fix looks nice."

"Don't worry about it. And thanks, but it's not an Autofix," Quen replied. The guy chuckled for a moment before tilting his head down to peek over his eyeGlass.

"No kidding. Well, good for you, man. Between you and me, they really need to get it together," he said, looking over the crowd. He shifted his gaze back to Quen, "Compared to us, they look pretty rough."

The sad thing was, he probably hadn't seen his true self in years. "Yeah, man. Well, see you around." Quen left him behind and began walking towards the cafeteria. There was only one person he wanted to talk to.

An arm linked through his, and through a haze of vanilla scented perfume, a familiar voice chimed, "Bruh, you got here earlier than me today. That's wack." He didn't have to look to know who it was. When he turned to her, he was engulfed by her radiance. She was authentic. She was real.

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