Baymax x Reader

it all makes sense now ▪︎ 11

We stayed in that room for a long while, just talking and hugging and kissing, rinse and repeat.

Now, we were both laying on the ground. He was flat on his back and I was laying over his belly comfortably like a big pillow.

"So," I started. "Are you excited for the mobile-Max project? Must be cool to be a doctor on wheels helping all in need." I asked and gave insight.

"Yes, very excited." He responded. "I can not wait to help more people."

"Yeah I get that." I nodded. "I'm happy for you. It's so neat you have a purpose in life, I wish I had one, something I was made for to set out and thrive at." I explained.

"You are not content?" He asked.

"Oh, well," I thought momentarily. "Well I'm Content right now. I'm content with you." I assured him, leaning onto him more. "I just mean.. I don't have anything set up for me other than maybe being an inventor or design artist or something.. which isn't exactly bad.. but I kinda just want something more. You know?"

"Well," he started, "that's the great thing about humans. They get to choose and mold their own life like a piece of clay, while I was created with a already harded statue someone picked for me." He explained by comparing our lives to clay.

"That sounds like it could be awful." I scrunch my face after hearing his comparison.

"It can be, to some." He nodded. "If you weren't made for it."

"Yeah, that makes sense." I nodded and thought up an example. "Liiiike.. royal monarchs! They're born for two things, ruling, and making more heirs. They can just step away from that!" I said, going on a mini tangent.

"Correct." Baymax said under me.

"Mm." I hummed. "But still. I have no idea what I'm great at." I sighed. "I don't have even half the brains as any of the students here. Hell, I might be just as smart a Fred. No offense."

"You're plenty smart, y/n." He assured me. "And I could very easily list of things you're great at, with #1 being 'being to hard on yourself'."

"Tch, yeah right." I turned to face him so now we were sitting face to face basically. "You're just saying that to make me feel better. But it's okay." I shook my head and laughed off.

"No, it's true." He instanted. "You're good to listening, conversating, keeping strong, helping others, being funny, fast comebacks, being humble, and hundreds of other things. Sure, non of them are a 'purpose' you're looking for or something that will get you a job but it's great to me, so I just hope you think it's good enough for you too."

I stared at him in disbelief, blinking. "Oh, wow." I said as the butterflies fluttered around my stomach. "You really know what to say, huh?" I stuttered, tripping on my tongue. I'm sure my face was a nice bright red.

"That's a way to think about it." He said, "or maybe you're just easy to complement. That would count to another thing you're great at."

"Stop it!" I said, covering my piping hot face. "Oh my gosh I'm going to explode."

"My apologies." I said simply and quieted down. If he wasn't a robot I'd say that that remark was most definitely sarcastic, but I actually don't know of he can be sarcastic. Either way, it gave me time too cool of from my flustered fit.