#android!caleb

𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅!𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃 𝑨𝑼

Android!Caleb who’s designed to know you inside and out. It’s like he was made for you, from having your schedules memorized to knowing how you take your morning drink. He knows what excites you, what kind of foods you like, what makes you happy, and what gets you thinking. He knows how to cheer you up, organize your life, and plan out your days and weeks at a time. He knows you like the back of his hand, or synthetic hand. 

Android!Caleb who’s the perfect handyman, chef, genius, all in one. You never have to call a second person ever again; Caleb’s already working on it. Whether it be a leaking sink, assisting you with work, getting the laundry done, having freshly cooked meals prepared, or picking an outfit for a night out. 

Android!Caleb who initiates fun activities with you. He says it’s all about work-life balance. He suggests that you and he make DIY bracelets together one day. It brings you joy, making him a little charm bracelet with two apples on the black thread, one red and one green. He’s never taken that bracelet off since. 

Android!Caleb whose model is built as a large man. You can’t help but admire his tall frame as he reaches up to grab something from a high cabinet with ease. He notices it. “Next time you want me to flex my arms, just ask me, pips. Okay? Okay.” His teasing settings seem to be turned to a 10. 

Android!Caleb who can’t help but steal glances at you when you’re working at your desk, concentrating hard. He sees your furrowed brow and suddenly feels the urge to reach out and smooth the lines on your forehead with his fingers, his internal systems suggesting that it’s a sign of worry. It’s only that, he tells himself. After all, he’s here to help you. 

Android!Caleb who lets you fall asleep on his shoulder after movie night. He’s tempted to brush away the hair that’s falling on your face, but he fights it, recalibrating his proximity. Instead, he carries you in his arms and tucks you into bed, watching you drift into peaceful sleep for just a second before he shuts the door behind, clenching his jaw. 

Android!Caleb who checks his own user manual when you’re away from home, inspecting the part where he was programmed to mimic feelings and human behaviour. He wonders why he feels such an intense desire to calm your worries, hold you when you’re excited about something…to touch you. It’s like a part of him is fighting his own code, the lines between concern and desire blurring, because of you and only you.

Android!Caleb who finds you coming home late one day, just exhausted from everything, too tired to think of anything. He offers you some relaxing tea, but it’s not enough. You say it's not enough. You ask him hesitantly, “Aren’t you here to meet my every need?” He finally gives in, reaching forward with his hand to hold your cheek, thumb wiping the tear that’s threatening to spill from your eye. You lean into his touch, shutting your eyes. He shakes his head, says he’s following his role of the dutiful assistant who’s there to meet your needs, but he’s lying to himself. 

Android!Caleb who carries you to the couch as you let him, large hands sliding down your thighs to part them so slowly, so carefully. “Let me take care of you, yeah?” He whispers, getting on his knees to place small kisses up your thigh. You gasp softly, wondering how the hell his lips feel warm, but instead focus on how good it feels. As if each kiss begins to erase each of the burdens you carry, one by one. Your hands reach out to hold his hair instinctively, relishing the way his dark brown locks feel under your skin. “That’s it, baby. Hold on to me.” The nickname slips out so easily, and he lets out a hushed moan, not knowing he could even make a sound like that. He craves more, just as much as you do. 

"Shit, how DO I know I've really felt love?" "Shit, my brain IS just a really shitty computer!" etc