#How to empty trash on Android

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 - TW MDNI . yandere content . yanderes . creepy thoughts from both yanderes . post-apocalypse AU .

╰┈➤ Long ago, it was said that humanity thrived together as a whole in peace and harmony, they all went to the same places and had similar experiences, they shared and traded food and items, the peace was always kept because of laws, the air was pure and the water was clear and tasteless, complete perfection.

But where was that now? It’s the year 2313, it’s been a long time since that chapter was ripped from the ancient book of humanity,

You wrapped a mask around your head, clicking your tongue as your fingers fiddled with the leather buckles of the mask,

After a struggling with the mask for a few seconds you finally succeeded in fastening the item to the back of your cranium,

The thick belt wrapped around your head and behind your ears, the borders of the leather digging into your skin and leaving an aching red imprint on your head,

You steadily got up from your couch, walking over to the deserted shopping cart in the corner, putting your hands around the cart’s bars and lifting it up from the floor, putting it back on its wheels as it used to be,

You rolled the cart around your laboratory, listening for squeaks or strange sounds, when you made sure there wasn’t any problems with the cart you put it aside momentarily,

You ran over to one of your counters as snatched a pair of goggles from the metal surface,

Securing them on your eyes as best you could, your hands grabbed the flimsy fabric of your coat and pulled up the hood, you were all geared up and ready to go.

Your hands gripped the bar of your shopping cart, your eyes scanning the inside of the empty shopping cart, the once silver metal was oxidizing, slowly turning into a murky brown tint,

you pushed your cart through your run down town, waving at acquaintances and kicking little pebbles out of your way,

This is how your everyday life went, around 5 p.m you would get geared up and go into the junk yard to look for unwanted “trash” from Ether,

most of the time what you found wasn’t even trash, maybe a little worn down, but these people were throwing away full shampoo bottles and moisturizers! You wish you had that problem..

Ether was the island above the slums or better know as “the pit”, Ether was known as the place only peasants like you could wish they could end up there, which wasn’t ever going to happen,

Only the richest of the rich or elite are allowed up there, and the people down in the pit were uneducated and poor, having nothing more than a button and a few pieces of clothes to their name,

Truly pitiful, and you were no different, the only thing you had was a run down laboratory your father left behind,

He was supposedly a smart man, one of the first developers of the species known as “Androids” yet none of his work was given credit towards him, which ended him up here, in the pit.

You knew how to repair an android, but coding one was beyond your abilities, you worked as a handyman for a few silver coins, that’s how you went on about life,

You developed your skills as you went, and apparently the only note worthy trait you had was your ability to salvage broken things,

You kicked away some trash with your muddy boots, the rubbish flying far away and into the piles of trash,

“Fuckin’ trash..” you complained under your breath, your heavy duty boots clinging to the sticky mud underneath, making unpleasant squelches in the mud,

The sound of clanking was heard when the piece of trash hit a surface, your ears immediately pricked up,

Whipping your head into the direction of where the trash fell, you immediately let go of your cart and jogged over to a pile of crap,

You stepped onto the unsteady heap of trash, your knee beginning to buckle under your own weight, warning you that you were about to loose your footing,

You fell forward, wind brushing by your ears as you began your descension , sticking your arms out, you braced for the impact,

with a loud clank you landed on top of a scrap of metal, your hands laying on a hard, cool material, you pushed yourself off the object to get a better look on it,

it seemed to hold a humanoid shape, but it by no means looked like one, instead of a face it had a screen, which was pitch black and roughed up, split right through the middle, nothing you couldn't fix.

It didn't have the look of a typical android, it seemed like it was missing its silicone skin, a normal android look closely alike to a human, this one looked more like a robot,

Its body was large, made of a sturdy material, despite having no muscles it did have something alike to it but made of steel, the shine being dulled by the dirt,

your eyes trailed to its chest, which was steel, a shocker. It seemed to have a symbol on its left pectoral in an electric blue tint, while its right one seemed to have a name tag, but the letters were scratched off, what looked deep jagged scratches on its chest, whoever did this either didn't like their name or didn't want anyone to see its real name,

that logo.. That was the logo of the best android engineers in Ether, Its obviously an android, but its strange that they would throw out androids,

your eyes wandered down the android's body to its legs, which were missing, cables poked out of the holes where its legs were supposed to be,

you rand your hand down your face, where were its fucking legs? You couldn't take it home without its legs! You put the Android's upper body on your back, then letting it slip off your back and into your shopping cart with a loud bang,

you began to look around, lifting rubbish with the tip of your shoe, peeking under all surfaces until you saw what seemed to be a foot poking out from a pile of soggy cardboard,

you pulled out the limb with your whole body weight, the sheer height and thickness of that single limb was impressive, the leg stood in height about where your waist was,

you tossed the heavy limb in your shopping cart with the Android, you walked around for about 40 minutes, looking everywhere for the other leg,

just when you were about to give up you tripped over something, looking at what made your hit the ground, you realized it was the leg you were looking for,

your heart beat happily in your chest as you pushed the heavy cart back to your house lab,

you had a dopey grin on your face the whole way home, you couldn't help but have a pep in your step, you were already thinking of how you would name your new Android,

"(Y/n)? O-Oh! It is you! How are you, sweet pea?" You could recognize that voice anywhere, if it wasn't the the village doctor!

You turned around, smiling widely at the man, still in his clad white uniform, hair tie slipping down his long ginger hair, and those characteristic cracked glasses, it was Kairo.

"Heya Kairo! 'm good, jus' pushin this home.'" You waved to him weakly, your calloused hands tired from pushing the cart,

Kairo jogged up to you, stopping only inches away, he brought a hand up to his face, his cheeks adorned with alight dusting of pretty pink,

"I recall asking you to rest, didn't I? You better have a good reason to be wearing yourself out like this.." the ginger scolded, crossing his arms across his chest, his magenta eyes staring you down something alike to a mother’s disappointed gaze,

Kairo was an absolute blessing to have down here in the slums, he was the doctor and used to be a scientist, his knowledge in both fields was greatly appreciated, especially since it seemed the world had it out for you and your physical well being,

he got kicked out of Ether many years ago, you were about 13 when he got dropped in the pit,

He really stirred the pot when he got here, no one even tried getting closer to him due to their reluctance about him and his origins, no one here trusts those who were born in Ether,

Kairo got pushed away, glared at, kicked and even sometimes people spat on him, no one really knows what he did to get him off Ether,

Yet it is still a fact that even if the others have warmed up to him, they still treat him exponentially different from the other habitants of the slums,

you were the first and only one to extend your hand out to him in times of need, you gave him a safe haven when he needed it most, and just for that fact he has sworn to always be with you, through thick and thin, he will protect you and put you back together time and time again, just how you loved him, he will love you back tenfold.

your smile turned bashful, wiping your sweaty hands on your shirt you started trying to recount the events of today,

"..So then I decided to take him home to repair him back up! He's in pretty good shape, I jus need ta' wire his legs back on then fix his screen, give him a lil' bath and I will be done with him!"

Kairo looked back at the robot with narrowed eyes, a dark shadow casting over his pale features,

you felt oddly unsettled by his sharp gaze, this side of him was completely unknown to you, and gee was it scary.

"..Where did you find this thing?" He asked—no, demanded, his voice dropping an octave lower, the sharpness of his tone wasn't quite directed at you though, but more at the robot in your cart,

"Uhm, I found him in the Junk yard.." You rasped out, your throat feeling constricted, words barely audible out of the feeling of fear you had, this mood of him was awfully uncharacteristic of him, it really creeped you out,

Kairo seemed to notice your state, the last thing he would want was to make you fear him.. for now, he will let it go.

"I see.." the taller male responded, a tinge of worry in his voice "Well, all I ask of you is to be careful, you don't know where it came from, and personally, I don't want to see you hurt.." He hugged himself, looking off to the side shyly, his gloved hand reaching up to twirl a strand of his cantaloupe colored hair around his finger,

the carefree smile you had earlier started returning as you saw Kairo softening up again, you were glad he wasn't upset at you,

you ran up to him, momentarily leaving your cart and new companion behind to give him some affection,

your arms wrapped around his slender waist as you cuddled his chest, your cheek pressed up right next to his heart,

Kairo's breath hitched, a kaleidoscope of butterflies going off in his guts, the wings of the small insects making contact with his insides, the pleasant feeling didn’t help the flush in his face spreading like a wildfire,

his longer arms wrapped around your neck, hugging you closer to him, he pressed his lips against your forehead gently, intentionally catching a whiff of your hair's scent, ���my sweet baby.. You really don’t realize what I feel for you, do you?’ His eyes fluttered closed, long eyelashes ghosting over his tired under eyes,

these were the moments with you he could kill for, he would do anything to be this close to you always, skin to skin, heart to heart, and hopefully one day, lips to lips.

The ginger reluctantly let go, crossing his arms once again as he gazed at your retreating form longingly, his mind couldn't help but wander back to that specific Android, dangerous thoughts leaking into his brain continuously like a broken faucet,

"If you do something to her, I will rip your fucking head off.."

But you on the other hand were giddy as fuck, you had already unloaded the android and sat him down on your lab counter,

lifting his left leg up you propped it below the wires hanging off the holes of where his legs were supposed to be in,

you connected the wires carefully, melting them together once again, soon you connected the legs into his hip socket, a loud clicking noise let you know you did the job correctly,

you did the same with his right leg, another loud click reached your ears, you pulled on the legs as best as you could from different angles, and they wouldn't budge, not a single creak or sign of the limbs wanting to detach from the body anymore,

and with that you moved onto the cracked screen of the head of the android,

you somehow managed to seal the cracks and give the mask a polish to leave it looking good as new, you were pretty satisfied with the results,

you scrubbed off the dirt and grime off the metallic protective plates, you scrubbed and scrubbed every single crevice of its body until the robot was spotless and shining under the dim lighting,

he was beautiful.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest, anxiety coursing through your veins, sweat beads ran down your skin, dampening your shirt,

you opened the back of his cranium, cables wrapped in metallic material linking to the back of his head, a blue power button inside all the wires and mother boards inside, green and silver peeking out from inside his head,

you pressed on the button, then stepped back, crossing your fingers that he would come to life, you clasped your hands together in prayer,

buzzing came from the Android, limbs twitching, sparks coming from its joints,

soon, the screen on its "face" lit up, something alike to a smiley face being displayed on the black screen,

it looked down at its hands, closing and opening its fists, kicking its legs, it realized it was alive once more, that it was moving and that it was okay,

you didn’t know how to react, should you be happy? Scared? It was all so conflicting, you wanted to jump out of happiness but at the same time you wanted to run away, cry and vomit.

It turned its head to you, the gentle sound of ticking coming from deep inside his metal plates,

The sound of its metallic feet hitting the murky ground startled you, making you jump violently, you would have jumped out of your skin if it came closer,

It seemed to stop when it saw that you were scared, and so it stopped, it stared at you, not moving an inch from it place,

slowly, it extended its long arm, opening its robotic palm and holding it out to you, (e/c) looked down at its hand, analyzing how his joints popped and twitched,

you were starting to regret taking the massive machine home, Kairo was right, this Android totally had something off about it,

but even as your common sense screamed at you to stay back and run away, it all was drowned out by the overlapping thoughts buzzing in your head,

how much could this thing sell for? It was modified, Obviously, it was crystal clear that these modifications had been done illegally,

you carefully put your smaller hand in his own, you looked up at the screen that was his face warily,

“a-ah..” the android made a noise, was his voice box broken? You tried repairing him as best as you could, but his voice box was something you unfortunately didn’t know how to repair,

he pointed a finger towards you, tilting his head while making more noises,

“ah.. ah?” Was it asking you something? It gently tapped your arm, pointing at you,

oh. It was asking you for your name.

“oh.. You can’t speak, can you?” It shook its head, putting it hand on its throat to emphasize,

“well.. I’m (Y/n), and.. It’s nice to finally meet you..?” You coughed into your fist as you finished, awkwardly shifting from side to side,

an emoticon of sorts appeared on the metallic male’s face visor, it seemed… happy?

“Aaah?” It pointed to itself, looking down at its name tag, only to realize that it had completely scratched off,

it stayed silent before looking up at you, gently guiding your hand to its chest, where it’s name tag once resided,

“..You want a name?” It nodded, pointing to itself once again,

“..I actually was thinkin’ about what to name you.. Welcome to the world, Exo.” You gave it a toothy grin, watching as how the screen visor of his suddenly showed a blue glowing heart,

It took you by surprise when the droid grabbed onto you by under your arm pits, lifting you up to his height,

you watched as how the glowing blue heart on his visor beat like how a heart would, and it only seemed to be getting faster,

it brought you closer to it, holding you like a baby, it rubbed its cheek(?) against yours, the uncomfortable friction of its glass screen making contact with your own,

And that’s when you heard it, a low rumbling sound resounded from its chest, the vibrations melting against your skin,

is he fucking purring..?

“I’m glad— urgh.. you liked your name..” you barely made out, trying to create some space between both of your bodies, however the bot wouldn’t move a centimeter away from you,

after pleading with it, he decided to put you down,

it gently pat your head, before putting its hands on its knees to observe you more closely,

“uh.. Okay, Well.. You can just follow me around, I want to see how good of a job I did at fixing you..” and with that you walked out of your laboratory,

a larger hand grabbed onto your sleeve, you already knew who it was so you didn’t spare him a look,

you let him grab onto your sleeve, the cool feeling of it’s metal fingers making contact with your skin,

Exo didn’t know what to make of things, he was especially surprised when he woke up to a little human greeting him,

he couldn’t see anything, but from the noises and fleeting touches around his body he could tell that someone was trying to fix him up,

and then he could see everything, from the little scars on your skin to the exact shade of your eye color,

his memory board felt empty, he tried to remember, but his mind was a blank slate, it was like trying to squeeze water from a stone, impossible.

but one thing he did know was that he was eternally indebted to this cute human, Exo wanted to assume that this was his creator, but he knew better, his real creator didn’t care about him,

he knew he was thrown off somewhere high, he didn’t know when or from where, but just that action showed him that whoever created him had no care for him,

But.. You took the time to fix him with your caring hands, you didn’t have any obligation whatsoever to even touch him, but you did,

from looking down at his own body he could tell you spent countless hours polishing his body, not even a crevice of his body had a single spot of filth,

his joints were smooth, his movements were swift and elegant, something he never thought he would be able to regain,

you might as well be his owner now, you are so small.. So frail, he looked down at you and he felt this inexplicable feeling of wanting to grab you and cradle you like a human baby,

your smaller form was so comfortable to hold in his arms, he could accommodate his body to your liking,

he understands that his chest isn’t the most comfortable, under the heavy metal plating there is soft layers of silicone that could help with trying to make you more comfy against his body,

he wished nothing more than to communicate with you, to tell you how much he appreciated you and how he wished to serve you in the way you served him,

but the only type of noise that made it out of his mouth (?) was pathetic moans and sighs, that was no way to communicate with you,

He heard the voice of a man earlier, his sensors picked up on his heart rate, it was.. familiar, he knew that rhythm from some where.. but he can’t quite remember from where,

this mysterious man’s heart beat spiked up as soon as you approached him, his breathing turned slower and heavier,

Exo heard you call out to that man, apparently his name was Kairo.. the android repeated his name in his mind, Kairo, Kairo, Kairo.. That was an unusual name..

then he spoke, and his voice hit home, he still had no idea who this man was, but his hate for him tenfolded,

Exo hated how he spoke to you, his voice was so warm and welcoming towards you, pure love and adoration in his tone, he just knew that man wanted to shove his tongue down your throat, repulsive.

but Exo has claimed you long ago, ever since you picked him up and ever so gently put him into your cart he had vowed to be by your side,

‘Kairo’ directed his tone towards him and Exo didn’t like it one bit, his tone was so sharp, the iron-clad Android could feel the intensity of ‘Kairo’ on him, his eyes feeling like they could burn through the thick layers of metal of his body,

Then he felt a warm calloused hand on his shoulder, gently running up and down the ridges of his armor, that touch made him melt into a puddle of goo,

making him forget about the developing grudge against Kairo,

however he knew that wasn’t going to be the last time he would see him.

. . .

Several days had passed since you had booted Exo’s system up, and it was safe to say that the last days had been nothing but bliss,

it was like he was lying on cloud nine, he started to believe that he had been blessed by some force and sent you down, it was nothing less than euphoria.

You, however had to head into town, and Exo could never dream of making you go alone, never in a millennia would he allow that,

So he decided to accompany you, his large hand clasped around your own, your hand gently grabbing onto his pointer finger,

Exo kept a close eye on you, trying to sense of something was amiss, your heart beat seemed steady, your glucose was normal and your oxygen levels were okay,

he wished he could just carry you so you wouldn’t need to walk, he wouldn’t want to wear down your fragile bones!

but you refused his offer.. you said that you were ‘too old for that’, Exo really didn’t want you to be embarrassed, he decided to let this slide— for now.

his steps were heavy behind you, loud thumps being heard when his mechanical feet hit the ground,

you were pushing your cart through the dust and dirt, while Exo was carrying your backpack and money, who were comically small compared to his large and broad body,

you snickered to yourself as you looked back at him for a split second, he seemed to notice, suddenly his screen lit up, a blue heart blinking on the screen,

“a-ah..” he moaned out, tilting his head close to his right shoulder, you really wished you could understand the damn thing, but it seemed to be able to communicate through moans and exhales,

“Ya know I have zero idea what yer sayin’, right?” You sighed as you looked away, your cart wheels getting jammed on a rock out of nowhere,

it had you clicking your tongue as you bent down to pick the rock out of the old wheels,

the bot bent down to assist you, kneeling right next to you, there to help you if you needed anything,

“(Y/n)! What a coincidence! It has been a bit since we have last spoken, you aren’t running away from me are you?” The familiar voice of a certain admirer rang out from above you,

“hah? ‘Course not, You are my favorite person in this old dinky town..” you gave Kairo a crooked smile, dusting off your pants to face him fully,

his eyes softened, a gentle smile marking his plump lips, sometimes you really forgot how pretty Kairo was,

“..Y-You really think so..?” Aw shit, did you say that out loud? You nodded your head either way, an embarrassed flush warming your cheeks, Kairo put his hands on his face trying to hide the blush heating up his whole face, his hand gently extended out towards you,

Kairo was about to put his hand on your head, however his hand was stopped by a silver encased one, the mechanic fingers tightening around the Ginger’s arm,

“…” a certain chrome plated male stopped Kairo’s arm from going any further,

“..Huh. And who do you think you are?” Kairo retaliated, veins sprawling across his arm and porcelain face, an unnatural look to his other wise doll like appearance,

his glasses slipped down the slope of his nose, showing a pretty little bump on his upturned nose,

his thick brows furrowed, his pretty face twisted into a menacing scowl, his lively magenta eyes losing the shine they had when they met with your (e/c) eyes,

Exo on the other hand didn’t show a sliver of emotion, the screen visor he possessed didn’t show the emoticons he tends to show, instead a pitch black screen was shown,

Expo refused to utter a single sound, which was somehow more menacing than anything, fear instilled deep inside you, slimy tendrils of uncertainty and the urge to run pooling in your intestines,

“ha..haha— How about we calm down?” You suggested as calmly as you could, which was not very good since you were about to piss your pants,

You didn’t notice your hands shaking violently, your fingers and hands being unable to keep still, you were so distracted trying to tone down the situation you forgot about keeping calm yourself,

Both of the men turned to face you, noticing your shaken up state they seemed like they were about to stop,

the duo simultaneously reached out to you, trying to touch you, they seemed to have gotten distracted from their fight, however they were far from over,

“What the fuck do you think you are doing? Can’t you see she is scared? Tsk.. what a disgrace, to think you would care about a human being.. Touch her and I won’t hesitate to pull those cables out of your fucking head.” Kairo threatened, his hand balling into a fist

“…” the bot just stared at him, unresponsive.

This was your chance to book it out of here, a crowd of people were coming your way, you took advantage of their ‘moment’ to get away,

you blended into the streets, luckily you had a few silver coins on you, so you could hang out until Exo came to find you, which he always did,

you could apologize to Kairo later and spend some well deserved time with the ginger, not today though.

shit.. Did they team up to come after you? Because.. they aren’t where they were going when you looked back..

Is it just you or.. Are two people breathing down your neck?

[meguwumibear]

The first time Zayne asks you to his house, you bring him a sprig of jasmine. You pass by the flower shop on your way to his apartment on a whim and are inexplicably drawn to the thin, white petals. The shop owner tells you the plant signifies new beginnings which seemed fitting at the time.

The look on Zayne's face when he sees the jasimine is one of pain. The light in his hazel eyes dulls, and the skin between his brows wrinkles. You resist the urge to smooth the folds away with your thumb.

"Sorry," you say, unsure what to make of his expression. You scramble around the kitchen looking for a trash can. He's rich, so it takes you some time to find it. You open cabinet after cabinet in search of the thing. "Didn't want to show up empty handed."

After some awkward fumbling, you manage to locate the can. It’s hidden to the left of the sink behind the recycling bin. The trash is empty save for the bag which smells lightly of lemons.

"Wait," Zayne replies with some urgency, his usually calm voice the most panicked you've ever heard it. His hand presses your fingers securely around the stems before you can dump the arrangement into the trash. "You just surprised me is all."

You let him slowly guide the flowers away from the maw of the garbage, lips still weighed down by an unknown force.

"Don't overthink it," you tell him, unable to guess at the cause of his sadness. Seems you may have crossed some sort of unspoken boundary in your efforts to appear polite.

"They're lovely," he concedes, forcing a smile onto his face, "but they'll die in a few days."

Is that what's got him so upset?

"Hang them upside down before they begin to whither,” you offer. “They'll hold their shape, and after a few weeks you can stick them in a vase and keep them forever."

His brows knit together contemplatively.

"They'll still be dead," he tells you, wearily eyeing the plant.

You shake your head at him, "No, their form will just have changed."

"I'm not very good at tending to plants," he insists.

You shrug at him, busying yourself with finding a vessel for the jasmine.

"Lucky you have me then. I can help you string them up when you're ready to."

He lets you fill a glass with water and plop the jasmine into its new home.

Zayne doesn't say anything for a while. He just stands there, statue still, like he’s an android with stalled programming. His eyes remain fixed on the white petals of the plant, almost accusingly. It feels inappropriate to move for some reason, so you fuss with the placement of the stems, waiting for him to take the reins.

"I was thinking," he eventually starts, gaze still stuck on the jasmine, "that I'd like to dom for you exclusively. As previously stated, I believe we are compatible and that I can provide you with the subbing experience you need."

"Oh," you reply, cheeks heating. You chance a sideways glance at him, but his sights haven’t changed. "Yeah, I'd like that. I haven't seen anyone else since we started our sessions anyway."

"It's settled then," he agrees, eyes finally flicking to you. “Moving forward you’ll come to me when you need something.”

“And you’ll come to me when you do,” you add.

He looks at you funny, but doesn’t argue.

“How do you feel about shower sex?” he asks suddenly, as his mind visibly reconnects with his body. He turns toward you, awaiting your reply.

You flash him a cheeky grin, “Lead the way.”

[wulvercazz]

🌃Street Horrors☠️

a bit of a flashback for part 2💕

Previous~

It wouldn't have been so weird to find a person in such a state, Ichigo's horrified to admit; not here on the ground level of the city. His heart stopping in his throat for the half second that he catches glimpse of the sorry figure hidden behind the trash. He's actually far more shocked that what he's found, gutted and dismembered in the middle of an alley, is actually a very unique looking android. Something with this technology isn't usually discarded in such a place.

It takes him a whole four hours to go home for his dolly cart and back and forth three full trips to bring back the broken thing in pieces; unable to carry more than a fraction of the incredibly heavy machinery at a time on his own.

It sits sadly, silently. Even more disfigured now that he had to bring it in three pieces into the garage he calls a home. Something about it rubs him off in the wrongest of ways... Spare parts, is what it is. He reminds himself. Nothing more. Tomorrow, after some severely needed sleep, he'll finish dismounting it to it's core pieces to use for future repair jobs and that sorry sleeping face won't haunt him any longer.

He sleeps that night's exhaustion till noon, and is almost surprised to find the thing still sitting in the same spot he left him. Still sleeping, still sad looking. Androids he's seen in the expensive, more vast, part of the city have plain and clean looks. Friendly in the way that an appliance looks friendly. The way this thing appears to sorrowfully take up space is fucking with his perception of it.

But he's not about to stop himself from doing his job simply because this creepy rich people's toy is disturbingly more human-like than anything he's seen.

Ichigo sets his tools and a makeshift stool at a reach-appropriate height near the android, safety wear in place in case this thing runs on some kind of fuel that he wouldn't want near his eyes. It's so badly broken up, and so much different to anything else he's worked with, that he's got no other choice but to take his time investigating it all over. Following the jumble of gut-like cables that spill out of its abdominal cavity, poking at what he supposes is a very large and empty memory port right in its middle. Whatever an android would need such a powerful core for he's got no clue, and honestly, he'd rather not know. The government doesn't keep a full control of all Android unit production for no reason; he's not about to dive into conspiracy theories... but there's a reason for everything- and they tend to have the worst of them.

Bits and pieces and more length of cable shuffle about as he works, perhaps he was being too optimistic last night, thinking it'd dissassemble so easy. He changes tools with a huff, reaching behind the memory port to poke at whatever it's attached to and a dim light blinks on right above his face. Ichigo's heart drops down to his stomach and then punches him in the throat until a loud startled gasp threatens to choke him, right until the fight or flight freezes on a continuous and alarmed confusion; the thing's eyes are open and staring right at him in a chilling glowing blue.

"Get your grubby fucking hands off me." A hoarse, messed up, voice says with a hard set brow and tight broken up jaw.

The tools clank and clatter into the floor messily, and the box and tool box he'd been sitting on shuffle with a screech when he backs off as much as he can without stumbling onto his ass. "Y-you- you're- I thought- your consciousness works."

"Enough to know I don't care for a scrawny little boy feeling me up."

Ichigo has a hard time choosing whether to be pissed at the obvious offenses or to freak about how this thing is throwing sass and insults in his face in the first place. Androids 'learn' from their first owners what will become part of their personality later on; absorbing the words and mannerisms, the inside jokes as much as they retain their owners' likes and needs, and fit them along their fabrication conduct protocols. To better relate to their human, of course. He's never seen an android learn personality quite like this, never heard an android complain, or have preferences and wants of its own. Never heard one come up with an insult on the spot in a voice that didn't sound like a mere echo, a regurgitated string of words it's heard many times before.

It's almost... like a human is sitting in pieces right before him.

Next~

[peskellence]

have your cake and eat it

Explicit content (18+)

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: M/M, Birthday Sex, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Shameless Smut, Multiple Positions, Dom/Sub Undertones.

Read on AO3 here:

Summary: When Nines returns home early from a birthday outing with Connor, he finds himself in the midst of Gavin’s chaotic attempt at a surprise. Can they salvage this recipe for disaster—or will it lead to something sweeter?

(Originally written as a birthday gift for my beloved @faxaway)

Tag List: @sweeteatercat @wedonthaveawhile @gho-stychan @tentoriumcerebelli @negative-citadel @faxaway @moriahadi424 @unicorn4genocide @cptjh-arts

The lights were on when Nines arrived home, but there was no sign of anyone in the apartment.

Gavin was missing from his usual spot: reclined on the couch, aimlessly flicking through channels and periodically lamenting how terrible daytime TV was—the established ritual on his days off. Instead, the only occupant on the seat was their cat. A cantankerous mass of whiskers and fur, who was currently reasonably content. Curled into a ball, sleeping soundly atop a loosely folded throw blanket.

Their bedroom would have been the next logical search point, but this proved unnecessary. The door was ajar, and the space beyond was visibly empty, with no detectable vital signs.

“Gavin?” Nines called out, setting down the package he had tucked beneath his arm. A brightly wrapped, ribbon bound box he had received from Connor. “Are you home?”

There was no answer, although the android refrained from premature concerns. It was possible that Gavin had gone outside briefly, either to smoke or remove their trash. The cans had been overflowing for several days, but every time he moved to empty them himself, he had been met with vehement protests that his partner would “do it later.”

Perhaps the elusive ‘later’ had finally arrived. The apartment certainly looked tidier. A vacuum had been run over the carpets with modest effectiveness, and the coffee table, previously littered with debris, was now cleared.

Replacing the mess was a vase, moved from the windowsill to be placed in central focus. Nines had insisted they keep it during their last downsizing effort, admiring how the marbled glass caught against the light.

Gavin had criticised this choice. Claiming they weren’t ‘flower guys’ and calling it useless. Despite this, the narrow lip spilt over with a vibrant bouquet. Velvety petals cast shadows onto the table, as well as a small blue envelope tucked beneath the base.

His name was penned across it in a familiar, wide-lettered scrawl. Nines approached carefully, sitting on the edge of the couch cushions, mindful not to disturb their slumbering pet.

He pinched the corner of the envelope, gently freeing it from beneath the anchor. The contents were soon revealed as a folded sheet of card—edges raised with gold piping, framing a floral watercolour wreath in the shape of a heart.

There was a cursive inscription in the centre, which read:

To A Wonderful Grandmother On her Birthday

Unfolding it, Nines found a script more similar to that of the envelope. The letters grew smaller the further they descended, as if the penman realised too late he was running out of space.

This was the only birthday card they had in the store. It was this or Deepest Sympathies. Be grateful.

I’m bad with sappy stuff, so I’m not going to go on about how today’s special just because it’s your birthday—or whatever we're calling it. 

But I will say thank you to Cyberlife for building my literal dream man in the form of a 6’2” Terminator knock-off.

Hope you have a good day. Love you.

Gavin

Nines smiled fondly, scanning the uneven letters, brushing his fingers across them several times—committing each jagged tracing and hastily-corrected spelling error in meticulous detail to his memory banks.

Then, he noticed the small, compressed addition in the corner of the page. So densely packed he had initially mistaken it for an ink smudge.

P.S. Hope the cake doesn't taste shit.

> Cake?

Suddenly, a crash could be heard coming from the direction of the kitchen. A harsh collision of metal pans colliding against tiles, followed by an equally sharp expletive.

“Shit—!”

With his boyfriend located, the android set down the card, standing up with much greater urgency than he had sat. The cat beside him was not impressed. She grumbled as the foundation of her makeshift bed was unceremoniously rocked, batting a disgruntled paw towards the culprit. 

Apologies would have to wait. For now, Nines was focused on a more pressing directive: ensuring Gavin was uninjured.

As he went to open the kitchen door, something jammed under the lip, resisting any movement. A firmer press cleared the obstruction, allowing him to proceed inside.

The scene that awaited him was chaos: the aftermath of a cataclysmic nuclear fallout, tangled with the wreckage of a hurricane.

Discarded pans and utensils were strewn across the room in all directions, originating from several drawers that had been left hanging open. Multiple were caked with the charred remnants of an unidentified substance, while others seemingly had been accessed only briefly before being immediately tossed aside.

In the centre of the carnage stood Gavin, unharmed but visibly distressed as he struggled to stir and coordinate the temperatures of numerous pots. His efforts were proving ineffectual, inspiring the prolonged mantra of profanity erupting from his mouth. 

“Shit, shit , shit —” 

The sequence was interrupted as a silicone spatula slipped from his hold, joining the rest of the debris on the floor. Gavin barely spared it a glance before diving back into his losing battle with the stove. 

The smell filling the room was strange. Undeniably foul, but not in a way that seemed consistent with traditional cooking. It was distinctly artificial, like burning acrylic, making it all the more disconcerting when one of the receptacles began to hiss, bubbling over with a viscous blue fluid. 

Nines’ sensors flagged the substance as inert—but hazardous if heated further. It was at this point that he chose to step in. Not wishing to undermine his partner's ability to handle the current situation, whatever it was, but concerned about potential splashback. 

He approached the man, placing hands gingerly onto his waist before gently guiding him away. 

Gavin yelped in response to the contact, a sound more startled than it was annoyed. The reason soon became clear. Earbuds blinked on either side of his head, a heavy drum beat and distorted guitar riff cutting through the plastic. Nines quickly identified the song, belonging to a band he listened to frequently. 

“The fuck are you doing here?”

"It is nice to see you too," the android said smoothly, reaching around the man in order to switch off the oven. 

Gavin didn’t notice, attention now fixed on the phone discarded on the countertop. He stabbed repeatedly at the screen, which vehemently refused to respond. Unsurprising, given his fingers, much like everything else in the room, were coated in a thick layer of batter.

“No, I just—” 

The man paused, grunting in annoyance before begrudgingly conceding the attempt. Instead, he removed the earbuds, ripping them from his person and slamming them down with a dull thud. “I meant, what are you doing back so early? Connor must’ve bored you to tears; I thought you were going to see a movie.” “While I wouldn't say his company was boring,” Nines spoke firmly, but with a playful lilt that indicated no real admonishment, “I declined the invitation.” 

The hands, which he had propped loosely on his partner’s waist, gradually crept forward. Fingertips hooked onto his pelvis before guiding it closer. 

With their bodies near flush, the android nestled his chin into the stubbled crook of his neck. Breathing in the musky warmth, a gesture that felt instinctive. “It was becoming increasingly difficult, keeping away from you.”

Gavin retched at the sentimentality. Despite this, his body betrayed him. The tension held in his muscles dissolved as subtly, he inched back, closing any lingering gap between them. 

There was a slight return to tension as his head fell back and his attention flitted apprehensively to the previously abandoned phone. 

The screen was still active—and while extensive smudging meant the majority of contents were hidden, a small margin remained visible at the top. It displayed a navigation interface flanked by the Cyberlife logo:

THIRIUM-BASED CONSUMABLES → CONFECTIONARIES → PREPARATION INSTRUCTIONS.

While this confirmation had not been needed, Gavin still appeared upset by the discovery. 

“This was supposed to be a surprise…” he grumbled despondently, a sharp asshole tacked onto the end of the sentence.

“And a lovely surprise it is.” 

“Don't lie to me. That’s what moms say when their kids bring them soggy pancakes for breakfast.” 

“I can assure you I am being sincere.” The RK delicately traced the raised bone of his hip, intending to comfort him. “The gesture shows a tremendous deal of consideration, for which I am grateful.” 

“Yeah, well, ‘the thought’ is about all I've got to show for it.” Gavin threw up his hands, accentuating his dejection with a tense grunt. “It's pretty much all gone to shit…I'm no better with actual baking, I don't think I can save this.”

Nines hummed in consideration, a sound which reverberated against the shoulder now poised at his lips. “Perhaps if we combine our efforts, something can be salvaged.” 

His partner didn't agree initially, clearly reluctant to relinquish control. Then, one of the pans started emitting a strange sizzling sound. As though the mixture was still cooking, despite the burner being inactive. 

Gentle sizzles soon transitioned into ominous rumbles as the contents rose higher, forming a large bubble. Its surface pressure built, prompting Gavin to take a step back. Then it gave way, releasing a thick torrent of sludge, spilling over in all directions. 

The substance, paradoxically both viscous and runny, ran down the counter until it pooled in gelatinous globs at their feet. The man let out a beleaguered sigh. Carding fingers through his hair, inadvertently painting it with streaks of blue. 

“Fine. You win.” 

The two set to work soon after, with Nines establishing the lead. He scanned his partner's phone, extracting the necessary data from the website URL. A set of instructions descended on his HUD, forming a transparent overlay which guided his next steps.

“The issue here is that the mixture is overactivated.” Nines gestured to one of the neglected pots, an assessment informed by the minimal crusting on its handle.

He reactivated the burner with a swipe of his thumb before shifting the pot into position. Leaning forward, his chest pressed towards Gavin, moulding to the firm contours of his back. Hips followed suit, just enough to brush lightly against his backside.

This contact did not go unnoticed. Gavin bristled under the touch, and the RK900 detected a notable hitch in his respiratory patterns. 

He couldn't help but find satisfaction in this—both flattered and faintly amused that such small, fleeting contact could provoke such a response.

Feigning obliviousness, at least for now, he continued to busy himself with his preparation, explaining the process as he did so:

“Adding a thermoconductive compound will allow the mixture to heat evenly.” 

“Uh-huh.”

Sifting through the discarded wrappers plastered to the worktop, he was eventually able to locate a small plastic sachet. He opened the seal, dumping the contents into the now simmering concoction. It fizzled on the surface before sinking, lending a vivid pigment to the previously dull blue.

“It needs to be stirred for about ninety seconds to bind everything together. Otherwise, it will fall apart during the baking process.”

“Right.”

The android might as well have been speaking gibberish, as the dull, monosyllabic responses made it clear the human was no longer listening. 

His body spoke with greater substance—muscles twitching, responding ardently to their proximity. Blood pumped through swollen veins with notable urgency as his temperature soared, for reasons the RK900 quickly identified had nothing to do with the stovetop. He began to stir, redistributing his weight accordingly as he did so. With every shift in step, Gavin mirrored the sequence. Pushing back against him, meeting the ghosting friction with far more flagrant force.

The salacious dance continued until the android grew daring, dotting delicate kisses along the expanse of his neck, moving upwards until he had reached the shell of his ear.

“You can see now,” his voice was a purr, mumbled low and rich, as he nipped at the sensitive cartilage, “the mixture is thickening; this means the stabiliser has fully blended.”

Bites synced to the stirring before both began to slow—and ceased completely. Nines hummed in satisfaction, ensuring the sound pushed itself through the delicate canal of the human's ear, filling the space, lingering there with the promise of more.

“And that,” the conclusion sliced through the vibrations, causing Gavin to shiver, “is how it's done.”

With the task complete, the man abandoned restraint, eager to claim his prize for having upheld it so long. He pushed back, creating the space needed to reorientate himself. Nines allowed this, smirking coyly as he watched him swivel to meet his gaze. 

He did so with a glare, eyes blazing with accusation and unfulfilled need. “You smug mother —”

He never finished the sentence, as Nines sought to resolve these grievances with the firm collision of lips. 

Their mouths moved with a ferocity that spoke of pent-up yearning but also familiarity—melding in a seamless, practised rhythm, the result of innumerable passionate encounters. 

Nines wanted more, the facade of indifference slipping fast as Gavin arched forward. Rocking their hips together and demonstrating, with no uncertainty, just how excited the prior teasing had made him. 

The android gripped the edge of the counter, nails driving like chisels into granite, threatening to break it apart—a risk they could ill afford, given the already tumultuous relationship with their landlord.

Gavin repeated the action with a long, languid roll. It enraptured Nines' senses, consuming his mind and branding each synapse until nothing of his own remained.

He adored it, craved it like nothing else. To claim, and be claimed in return. 

The yearning the man inspired in him proved difficult to contain. It was something he was teased about endlessly, through accusations that his libido was permanently unchecked—rendering him unwilling, or incapable—of keeping hands to himself. 

A reputation well-maintained; his grip leaving the counter, small chips displaced from beneath his fingernails as he found his partner's body.  

There was certainly an element of projection in Gavin's accusations, as he hardly fared better. No more resilient to the call of want. They both relished it, the constant skating between innocent flirtation and a headlong dive into ecstasy.

Their descent was delayed, if only for a second. The man pulled back with a rich chuckle, swollen lips curved into a grin. “So I guess this was the real reason you came home early? Horny bastard.”

Nines captured one of the hands balling into his shirt, pressing it gingerly to his lips, sealed with a tender promise. 

"Only for you.”

He planted an equally chaste kiss on the corner of his lips before dipping in, returning to the previous show of passion. Pushing forward, driven by unbridled lust, until his tongue had explored every crevice of the willing mouth.

An appreciative groan rumbled in the man’s throat, vibrating between them with primal resonance. One which only inflamed shared eagerness, as Nines felt hips bucking against him in desperate pleas for attention. 

He responded without hesitance, hands sliding to his partner’s waistband before deftly unclasping the belt. The leather fell to the floor, whipping back like a snake before settling into a coil. He kicked it aside, ensuring it would serve no further obstacle. 

Gavin was also moved, albeit with greater consideration. Nines cleared the area of other potential hazards, deactivating electronics once again before bracing the man securely against the counter. His feet parted obediently, commanded by a firm kick to his ankles.

For a moment, Nines did nothing. Studying closely, permitting anticipation to build until it coursed in charged pulses between their bodies. Then he advanced, slipping smoothly between the outstretched legs. 

Gripping at thighs, which clenched receptively under his hold, the android controlled his descent—dropping to his knees, mouthing the line of an increasingly strained fly. Its zipper was captured between his teeth, pulled with the same fluid precision that had been used on the belt. Clearly, it was a sight that proved utterly mesmerising. Gavin gawped, his breath hitching before he leaned in for closer inspection. “ Jesus Christ. ”

Nimble fingers gripped his pelvis. Digging in and dissuading movement, with the implicit threat that their fun would end were he not willing to respond. The man did so urgently; head snapped back to its original position. 

His compliance was rewarded, and his jeans slid down. Following the tensed lines of calves until the fabric gathered in a heap at his heels. 

“You’ve been so good to me, so thoughtful.” The praise was punctuated by fluttered kisses on burning skin. Tendons pulled tight as the strained muscle fought to clamp inwards. A reflex scarcely resisted by his partner.  

Frustrated grumbles leaked from his lips, only quashed as Nines spoke again. With the same rich tenderness as before. “Let me take care of you. Show you, without any doubt, how grateful I am.” “It’s your birthday, dipshit.” Gavin opposed, albeit with a smug playfulness. “Really, I should be taking care of—” The remaining protest died on his tongue as Nines dipped inwards. Skimming thin cotton boxers caressing the man’s concealed hardness with targeted puffs of breath. 

Gavin whined—a sound that rolled organically into a moan—as the clothed length was claimed. Caressed with practised skill, in conjunction with tongue and teeth. The latter was used sparingly, with just the right amount of pressure to goad responses from delicate nerves. 

Nines expelled any pocketed air in his cheeks. Staring up at his partner, continuing to work him through the boxers. He was captivated by the wanton pants, the involuntary contortions of the man's face. Each gripped by pronounced tension, brought to break when cool lubricant seeped through fibres. Moving until it had struck the searing flesh beneath. 

“ Fuck—! ” Gavin hissed, head flung back, as his hand fisted desperately into the back of the android’s scalp. “Nines, please.” 

Elaboration was not required. The RK900 drew back, digits hooking beneath the tense elastic of boxers, pulling down in a fluid motion until no barrier remained.

The chill of artificial saliva was quickly negated as rushing heat claimed the hardness. Moving slowly, arduously, tongue swirled across it with painstaking meticulousness. Nines ensured every inch was coated, with nothing left to impede the full brunt of sensation. Only stopping when the tip had struck the back of his throat. 

He allowed Gavin to indulge in the silken tightness before slowly pulling back, stopping just shy of the man slipping completely from his mouth. Then he pushed down again. Harder—throat filled with such effortless completion that his partner almost claimed a large clump of his hair. 

“Holy shit. ” He arched his back, moving in shallow bucks against the pliant heat. Greedily pursuing more, seeking permission to make full use of his mouth. “You feel amazing.” 

Permission was granted in the form of a subtle movement against Gavin’s thigh. Fingers flitted in a neat, circular motion as the android widened his jaw.  

Gavin fucked into him with mindless abandon. Unchecked and untamed, in the security that Nines could not be harmed by the callous actions. Both hands held the back of his head, anchoring it in place. All the while, Nines pushed back against his thrusts. Allowing his nose to strike repeatedly against the dip of his pelvis, lost in a nest of tight curls. 

“ Shit, god, fuck—” 

There was no discernable pace or rhythm—just raw, animalistic need. The RK900 permitted it until the solid grip on his skull started to wane. The body spearing into him trembled precariously, as the room filled with the sounds of increasingly laboured and strangled pants. 

Nines identified the flags. Warnings that their enjoyment would end preemptively if he did not re-establish control. 

In ensuring his partner would not careen mindlessly and carelessly into completion, the android pulled away. Breaking what loose hold lingered in his hair.

“That is enough.” 

Admonishment came with a steely glare as he grabbed one of the man's legs, forcing it to raise. He propped the calf against his shoulder before grazing the expanded canvas of flesh with his teeth. “I don’t want you to come—not yet.”  

Gavin whined, but before further protest could emerge, the defiance was penalised.

Nines sunk into him. Firmly, with little restraint, in the knowledge that the action would undoubtedly leave a bruise. He continued further until the skin had almost been breached, and his partner was howling in pain. 

The RK relented, if only so he could admire the spoils of his efforts—the deliverance of salacious punishment formed in deep, purpled indents.

“As you said, it is my birthday, and I intend on enjoying my presents for as long as I can. Does that sound like a reasonable request?” 

The man said nothing. Trembling and writhing desperately, quivering lips unable to form words. 

Nines punished him again, leaving traces wherever he could. The marks of his teeth had become a signature, ensuring there would be no doubt on who, precisely, the man belonged to. 

“Answer the question.” “Yes.” The voice came strangled and broken. Almost like a cry, but with a husky lilt that signalled concealed pleasure. “It’s reasonable; I just, fuck, I wanna make you feel good…” Nines paused the charge. Instead, planting a soothing kiss against one of the deeper impressions. A gracious reward—appreciation for the obedience. 

“So, will you continue behaving while I have my fun?” he questioned. “There's no reason why we can't both enjoy ourselves, provided you choose your next words wisely.”

Gavin swallowed a lump suspended in his throat. Exhaling shakily before nodding his head. “I’ll be good.”

Nines frowned, tutting in performative distaste, as fingertips brushed the bites. Applying pressure to neatly formed lines until they were crosshatched with crescent-shaped grooves.

“‘I'll be good’, and what else?” He challenged, watching intently as his partner squirmed beneath his grip. “You hardly sound convincing.”

Gavin’s eyes widened, anticipative of the impending punishment were he not able to correct his mistake. 

Despite this, a mischievous glint passed the startled gaze. Suggesting no real opposition to the threatened consequences, leading the android to suspect he might goad it deliberately.  

It was a notion that proved far more exciting than it did irksome, although Nines thought valiantly to conceal this. A performance he knew came to their mutual enjoyment. 

Then he stood, returning to his full height. Lauding his impressive stature over his partner, his head tilted challengingly before he reached forward, gripping his jaw possessively.  

“If you truly want this, prove it to me.” He squeezed, kneading the bone, punctuating each authoritative syllable that rolled off his tongue. “Because we both know that you can do better than that.” 

Gavin paused, lingering introspection colouring his cheeks. The creeping protest of the man he was outside of this, bravado and pride pushed firmly aside in favour of yielding to Nines. 

“I’ll be good for you, sir—please. I need this. Need you.” 

“Much better.” 

The human was manoeuvred once more, twisted like a doll until he was slumped against the counter. His face pressed down, arms sprawled loosely above his head, as his knees bowed under the pressure of increasingly unsteady weight.

Nines slid between them, ensuring his partner wouldn't collapse before being beckoned closer by the tempting slope of his back. 

A hand slipped under his shirt, as well as the tie of his apron, exploring the reddened flesh. His synthetic skin unsheathed, sensors awakening to the familiar landscape of scars and moles. 

He indulged in each, lost in a spectacle that was unmistakably Gavin. Then he travelled lower, tracing the tender curves that led to his groin. 

He stopped just shy of capturing a neglected hardness, much to the chagrin of his partner. Then, fingertips skimmed his entrance, moved with featherlight tenderness, and the man promptly forgot his frustrations. 

Gavin grappled to restrain himself, unwilling to give Nines any reason to stop. His hands clenched into fists as he arched further into the counter, hips trembling with the exertion required to keep them still.

“S-Shit.” 

After a few more brushes, Nines receded. Reaching up to find Gavin's mouth, hung wanton and panting against the granite. He pried at the lower lip, teasing it with his thumb before increasing pressure, compelling it to sink.

“Suck.” Gavin did as instructed, capturing the digit in a wet seal and pulling it in. 

The sounds he made were obscene. Low whimpers and heady groans, the epitome of lustful enthusiasm. He traced the lines of exposed chassis, mapping each groove and notch as though afraid they might disappear.

More fingers were added, the man greeting them with matched ardour. Nines waited until each was sufficiently coated, a metric determined by the feedback triggering synthetic nerves. Then he removed his hand, albeit with reluctance. Struck by immediate yearning for the heat that engulfed him. 

The disappointment was fleeting, deferred by his drive to fill the absence. This time, with shared satisfaction. Returning focus to the junction between quivering legs, the RK900 pushed forward. Breaching the seal of the man's entrance with one of his fingers.

Gavin cried out, unable to suppress the call of passion coursing through his veins. He reached weakly for his partner. Imploring him to sink deeper, claiming his body in its entirety. The android denied the appeal. Opposing the motion, refusing to relinquish any modicum of authority. Using his available hand to anchor the man in place, the finger sheathed inside him curled . Striking the top of the delicate walls and dragging across with merciless force. “Just look at how needy you are. Utterly shameless.”

Another curl and Gavin fell apart. Clawing at the grimy foundation holding him upright, whimpering pitifully. Nines delighted in the struggle, enamoured by just how incredible his partner looked like this. So beautifully exposed—and vulnerable—just for him.

“You'll want to be prepared for what I intend to do with you. Now stay still and keep quiet.” 

Nines was certain he heard the sharp crack of his jaw as Gavin clamped down on his lips. Teeth pressed firmly into chapped skin, threatening to pierce through.

He began to work him open. Pumping slowly, coaxing tight muscles to yield and relax, until they had adjusted fully to the intrusion. Then, another finger was added, moving in line with the first to stretch him. 

They extended their reach, increasing pace until they struck a familiar point deep within the man. One that caused his body to seize and head to roll. 

The excursion required to keep silent became more apparent, spilling in large droplets down his temple. Nines struck the point again, fingers formed in a subtle V. Expanding gradually, pulled apart with torturous slowness.

“N-Nines—! ”

The utterance had been accidental, cursed as quickly as it emerged. Gavin winced, his bleary eyes brought to focus, filled with dismay as the android halted. Denying further stimulation and teetering on the brink of detachment.“I thought I told you to stay quiet.” “I know, shit — I’m sorry—wait.” The protests were clumsy and disordered, half-formed in desperation. “I’ll be quiet, I swear. Just, please don’t stop—”

“Why shouldn’t I?” The fingers lingered for a final, excruciating caress before they withdrew. “I think it would be rather entertaining to leave you here. Writhing, whimpering, begging for release that only I can provide.”

“Don’t you dare.”   Desperation twisted into anger, the pleading replaced by something sharper, more incensed. “I said I was sorry, you plastic asshole.”

Nines did not receive the insult graciously. His hand shot to Gavin’s scalp, weaving clumps of sweat-soaked hair into a fist before wrenching back.

He leaned down, growling in low vibrations against the taut skin of his neck. Metallic reverberations rippled across it, chasing the frantic beat of a pulse.

“You will be sorry; I’ll make sure of that.” 

His slacks were removed, practically torn from his body in a fervent motion. Underwear followed suit, with both garments left discarded at his feet. 

Gavin attempted to glance back, enticed by the dull thump of clothes against tiles. In turn, Nines found his ass. Gripping tight, warning him not to proceed with the current motion.

The man whined but complied nonetheless, as his head slumped weakly back to position. He was dazed, desperate, unable to do anything but hump ineffectually at the cabinets in front of him. 

Despite the failure of his attempt, the android ensured his disobedience was reprimanded—penance inflicted in an open palmed strike against raised flesh. 

A searing imprint bloomed, raw and welted over marks already etched by nails. 

“I'm going to fuck you.” His tone was lofty, dripping with entitlement that framed the intimacy as a courtesy. “Precisely as I see fit.”

It was all for show. They both knew just how deeply he craved their connection. Driven by the same insatiable madness as the man caged beneath him. 

Nines aligned his hips, teasing a trail between mottled cheeks before pressing forward—applying steady pressure, breaching the taut resistance until silken walls enveloped him. Clamping down with such precision that they felt melded to his skin.

The delirium it inspired overwhelmed him, and Nines felt his systems falter. His vision was fractured, distorted by a kaleidoscope of flickering mosaics. 

Sight eventually returned, but his grip on reality remained blurred—tethered only to Gavin. Every jitter of limbs and quiver of muscle felt so acutely that they could be mistaken for his own.

Once he was confident the man was ready, he moved, each drive laden with growing passion. Gavin wasn't delicate. He would not break beneath the exertion. Something made clear from the beginning of their relationship.

He wanted this. Rough and consuming in a way that surpassed any human. Frequently breaking down in the height of passion—crying, begging that the android use him to his fullest ability. 

Which Nines did, albeit with a sliver of restraint. Ensuring the man would still be able to function adequately in the days that followed. A well-practised formula, precisely calibrated, that was being pushed to its limit.

Gavin was all but screaming. Wild and remorseless. Demanding full attention, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Nonetheless, Nines persisted, each thrust sending tremors through the counter, scattered utensils trembling as if gripped by an earthquake.

“God, yes— holy shit, baby , keep going —”

Nines no longer insisted the man stay quiet. It was an undesired restraint; now they had reached this stage of intimacy. 

He wanted to hear him, to know precisely the pleasure inspired by each slap of skin. To hang onto each strangled octave as the man fell apart on his cock. A particularly brutal thrust caused Gavin to stagger as his lax grip slipped from the counter. 

Arms flailed haphazardly in his struggle to keep himself upright, as Nines noted that—in his effort to clear the area of hazards—one had been missed.

A glaring oversight, leading him to curse his own negligence. 

The wooden spoon, protruding from their finished cake mix, was catapulted from the pot, clipped by sprawled fingers. It spun through the air, grazing the RK900 across the ear as he smoothly ducked to avoid it. The wayward utensil was then halted by a nearby wall, which it struck with a dull clatter.

The pot, also displaced, teetered on the edge of the stove. It tipped precariously, with no time to stop the inevitable. Then it fell, with a resounding crash, contents fanning across the tiles in a cobalt halo. 

Nines pulled Gavin back, attempting to spare him from the worst of the fallout. Despite the effort, glossy freckles splattered their way up his leg—with one particularly agile splash streaking the line of his jaw. 

The man blinked, stunned periodically, before moving to wipe his face with a terse grumble. This only succeeded in spreading the mess, which now fanned into the conch of his ear. Slipping free from his blissful warmth, Nines reoriented their bodies. While initial analysis suggested the man was unharmed, he wanted to be sure. Advanced analytics checking for any minor scalds or concealed abrasions, that he may have missed from his previous view.

“Are you okay?”

While Gavin was able to tolerate the android's tendency to fret, there were limits to how much he’d endure. Ones that were reached as he swatted the hand delicately tracing his forearm. “Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just—”

Their bodies had been apart for a matter of seconds when the absence of security backfired. In his resistance, Gavin stepped back, breaking the circle of hazardous spillage. He lurched on the film, and his leg flung out, suspended precariously. 

Before Nines could move to steady him, the counter was rediscovered in the search for support. This proved a mistake as his palm settled into a thick puddle of gunge, squelching audibly. 

His limb was retracted, and Gavin grimaced at the gelatinous streaks trailing his skin. They clung stubbornly to every available line and crevice, mocking hopes of an easy cleanup.

“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom…before they ship me back to Pandora.” 

If there was one benefit to be found in the unfortunate development, it was that Nines—for the first time since their intimacy escalated—could see his face. 

The scrunched nose, with wrinkles gathering pockets of batter. Downturned lips, twitching disdainfully in a way that proved both amusing and endearing—

Really, this summed up the overall sentiments he had toward his appearance. Completely ridiculous. The visual encapsulation of every mistake made to this point. There was something disarmingly real about it; every imperfection laid bare. 

It was too much, as Nines found himself powerless to hold back. Irresistibly and maddeningly attracted.

Given prior caution, he surprised even himself with the ensuing actions. Unwilling to accept a delay in resuming passion, branding their arduous surroundings as a minor obstacle.

If anything, there was an element of appeal to be found in it—the unpredictability of a situation driven almost entirely by carnal impulse and manufactured urgency.

“I don't think that will be necessary.” 

Hands returned to their desired position on the human. Claiming his waist, as their bodies were pulled flush once again. Unresolved need pulsing between their legs—moved in a tight roll of hips. “Allow me to assist.” 

Gavin was hoisted upward as though he were weightless. His legs left to dangle limply over the tiles as a surprise grunt briskly transitioned into a low growl of approval. 

Ankles curled around Nines' midsection, with arms following suit. Locked around his collar, streaking the starched white with large amounts of thirium. 

Nines was far from concerned, deftly manoeuvring the drag marks left by floundering feet as he carried his prize further into the kitchen. A more attractive location was established along the wall, which led to their balcony. 

He propped Gavin against it, ensuring his back was supported. The man scoffed, smirking knowingly, as he extended an impish show of gratitude.

“Such a gentleman.” The crooned tone was punctuated with an exaggerated bat of lashes. Then coyness petered off, in line with the lustful gaze which drifted to his lips.

“...You’ve got me right where you want, tin can. What are you gonna do about it?” 

Gavin knew all too well what this shift would inspire. How the low vibrations of his tone, dripping with lust and rolling with richness against his partner’s face, risked sending him into a frenzy.  

Nines released his own lustful emission in the form of a charged, static rumble. The auditory intoxication, coupled with the dishevelled appearance of the man draped over him, proved impossible to resist.

He re-entered him without warning, and it wasn’t long until their previous pace was resumed. A cascade of long, rampant slams—deceptive in their brutishness—as every stroke was carefully measured, inching him closer to release. 

Gavin soon became swept by a rising tide of euphoria. His eyes rolling back into his head, jaw hung slack, salacious droplets gathering on his lips. 

His hardness was trapped between them, the force of each dizzying thrust levying it with friction. Despite this, swollen flesh twitched restlessly, awaiting release from coiling pressure.

Nines knew exactly the push required to achieve this. Encouraging the man to roll his head laxly to the side until cloudy sights met with the mirrored glass of their balcony door.

“Just look at you; so good for me.” 

He delivered the praise slowly, drawing out every syllable in line with a strategic slowing of pace. Hips began to roll in long, exaggerated curls. Blatantly performative, as he noted fraught muscles clamping around him with renewed intensity. 

“I could do this all day. Loving you, fucking you— ruining you for anyone else. Again and again until you are incapable of anything but screaming my name.” 

Gavin chased their reflections, visibly entranced. The sight, combined with the slew of filth spouting from the android's lips, ultimately tipped him over the edge. 

His body tensed, trapping Nines in a crushing vice; his euphoria peaked with a strangled cry. He bucked forward, release spilling in thick ribbons against lightly freckled skin. 

His rhythm was lost, cognition slipping, as Nines speared into the tightness with frenzied, discordant jerks. Then it was over. His own climax reached, filling the body that gripped him until it could not be contained—leaking down his thighs. 

Gavin continued to tremble, vibrations gripping his every nerve until his release finally tapered. Then he fell still, slumped weakly against the android's shoulder.

“ Jesus... ” He gasped hoarsely, struggling to catch his breath. “That was fucking incredible.”

Nines hummed in agreement. Revelling as soft strands of hair brushed against his clavicle. Leaning down, breathing in the familiar musky scent. “Far more gratifying than a trip to the movies.” 

“Well, shit. Don't tell Connor that. I can hear his heart breaking from here.”

“Unusual for you to express concern for my brother. I fear you might be warming to him.”

The playful rapport was swiftly abandoned. Gavin grimaced, bristling in fervent opposition to the suggestion. “I just don't want to deal with his mopy ass skulking around the precinct. That’s all.” 

Nines had never been so thoroughly unconvinced by a defence. Nonetheless, he accepted it. Carding fingers indulgently across the man’s scalp, slicking back strands plastered to his forehead, peppering kisses in their stead. 

Biometric sensors were triggered, detecting more than sweat clinging to his temple. There was another—distinctly artificial—composition present, now leaking into his inputs.

One that he responded to strangely, evident in how Gavin pulled back, studying his face. Sights locked to his mouth, which Nines suspected was now painted with cool-toned flecks. 

“Ahh, sorry about that,” he grumbled. “Some of that gunk must've got onto my—” 

The sentence trailed off with a clipped wheeze as Nines planted a thumb between stained lips. Sweeping inwards, scooping the fluid through the gap before removing the remnants with a gentle flit of his tongue. 

All the while, he stared at Gavin. Beckoning him to watch as the digit lingered longer than necessary. Accompanied by a low, rumbled hum as it emerged spotless. 

Depraved cogs of reasoning whirred beneath the man’s clouded gaze. Contesting the limitations of his physicality, deciding whether or not he could engage in a ‘Round Two’ so close to the first.

The spent body ultimately succeeded over the willing mind. Instead, he enquired about the fluid that had just been ingested. “How does it taste?”

Nines paused, allowing the material to linger on his taste buds for a moment longer before swallowing back. “Polyethylene, with a subtle hint of cinnamon.” 

Gavin did not seem concerned by the lacklustre feedback, with the RK900 uncertain if he had even registered it. He appeared far more entranced by the prospect of leaning in, claiming a stolen kiss from a now unblemished canvas. 

And so, he did. Slow and lingered. Indulging in the pliant yield of lips before tilting back, parting with a contented hum:

“Happy Birthday, Nines. I'm sorry about the kitchen…and the cake…and your jacket.” 

“I'll be sure to forward you the bill for my dry cleaning,” the android rebuked before abandoning the playfulness in favour of something more sincere: “It is quite alright. Although, can I suggest we take a shower? There seems to be a fairly large amount of ‘cake’ lodged in my ear.” 

[iwonderwh0]

I still have unposted pocket ghost snippets and exactly one person asked for it, so. This snippet actually has a second part to it, about as long as this, but I haven't managed to figure out how to finish it adequately, so I decided to post that first part of it as it is. I'm a bit annoyed at myself for how many of them happen at about the same time and place but uhhh, it is what it is

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Hank finished his late dinner and put the takeout box to the coffee table. It was getting difficult to find a free spot on it from how piled up it had become in a few days. In an ideal world, Hank should have gathered all the trash from its surface and taken it to the garbage bin, but for that, he'd have to empty it first, and that'd require stepping outside. He didn't want to leave the house even for a few seconds — it was raining, and he found it to be a good excuse. Good enough as any.

"Oh, could you put my body on charge?" Connor asked from the speaker as Hank stood up.

Hank hummed and glanced at his phone, ensuring it was already charging – he learned from before and now knew better than to leave it unplugged.

"Is it not working?" he asked, concerned.

"My body," Connor repeated, "The real one."

Hand stared at the shadow in the corner of the room. He couldn't see the light of the LED light from where he was, and the fear of not discovering it started to grow on him. He swallowed.

"Can't it wait till tomorrow? Morning, I mean."

"Sure. It's not like the battery is about to run out any time soon anyway. Just thought it would be a good idea to put it on charge ahead of time."

It was reassuring, but not enough to remove the uneasy feeling that was getting stronger the longer Hank looked at the shadow.

"What will happen if it runs out?"

"My body will shut down."

"Temporarily, you mean."

"Only if it's put on charge the same day. Otherwise, my biocomponents will start decomposing."

"You're fucking kidding me."

Hank sighed and walked to the body. It was still awkwardly covered with a blanket he had put on it, and in the dim lighting of the living room, it somehow appeared even more dead than the day before. All pale and unmoving. The android's head was leaning against the back of the armchair, and Hank would have to move it to see the LED.

He didn't want to touch it, he thought, not like this, but reluctantly, he reached Connor's head with his hand and stilled. Synthetic skin felt cold, and the sensation of it sent chills down Hank's spine. It wasn't that Hank hadn't seen dead bodies or was especially disturbed by their appearance – over the years, he had grown pretty accustomed to it. To an extent, at least. This body, however, was different. It wasn't only because it belonged to someone Hank knew, and definitely not because it was android and not human – this, in theory, should have made it better. Easier. But instead, that was part of what creeped Hank the most about it, the ambiguity of its being: it wasn't alive, but it wasn't dead either. Something in it still signalised life, but not in the ways Hank was used to, not in the ways it would in a human. Android wasn't breathing, and his skin, as Hank just discovered, was cold. Dry, too. He wasn't sure if androids had something like a pulse so he wasn't sure he'd find any if he searched. There was only the light of the LED he could rely on, the one Hank couldn't see.

He sighed, and fighting his apprehension, slightly turned android's head to the side, finally revealing the yellow light, blinking on and off slowly. The same way as before.

Hank let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

Alive. Or in any case, not dead.

"Light is on, but nobody is home," he chuckled humorlessly.

"I'm not sure you understand the meaning of this phrase."

Hank knelt and picked the green cable from before off the floor, "Do I just plug...that thing back inside?" He felt slightly nauseous at the sight of how long and needle-like the connector part was. The idea of plugging it into the neck didn't inspire any enthusiasm within him. He could as well be asked to give an intravenous injection.

"No, it's for data transfer only – you need a thick black one. It should be on the table"

Hank looked around the table and picked the only cable in sight, neatly placed beside the computer. To his relief connector part was shorter and looked like it might have belonged to some computer itself, although unlike the one Hank currently had. He turned it around in his hands, studying.

"How come I've never seen you using it?" he asked, "I didn't even know you needed to be recharged. Haven't really thought about it, to be honest."

"I've been doing it when you weren't home."

Hank turned around and, desperate for eye contact, looked at the speaker, as if Connor could see him from it.

"Why?" he asked.

"I thought it might unsettle you."

"Uh-uh, a sight of an android charging is so unsettling a few can handle it. Christ, it's not like you ever cared about unsettling me anyway."

"Well, not in a sense of frightening. I just thought you might joke about it or find it inhuman, so I found it best to avoid this attention. It wasn't hard."

The confession felt like a punch in the gut.

"Hey, when did I ever say anything about-" Hank trailed off as the memories flooded back to him.

Shit. In a moment it felt like a reasonable observation, at times just a harmless joke. He had assumed android ignored it just as anything else he found to be unhelpful. Never had he even considered that saying anything about Connor's android peculiarities could actually influence the way he acted in his presence or result in him attempting to hide some of it from his eyes in the future. How come he never thought of it this way?

"I had no idea you're taking it this way."

"Oh no, I'm not taking an offence at it. It doesn't bother me," Connor assured him, "It bothers you."

Now this was starting to piss Hank off.

"Bullshit."

"You repeatedly asked me to stop sampling things because you hated to see it, so I started doing it when you weren't watching. I thought charging may fall into the same category. Just one of those things you dislike for whatever reason. I don't mind it, it's okay."

"-No, Connor it's not," Hank interrupted, "It's been a couple of months and you never told me?"

Dynamic rustled slightly.

"I didn't think of it as something worth sharing," Connor said, voice raising in defence.

The room fell quiet. Hank stared at the speaker, expecting it to say something else, but it was silent now, only slight rustling penetrating through the sound of a TV working on the lowest volume. He couldn't help it but feel like Connor wasn't entirely honest or fair in attributing all the discomfort to Hank only. In assuming it. Insisting on it, even.

Well, maybe he did deserve it, Hank thought. After all, he couldn't deny commenting on some of android's quirks in the past. He just never thought it mattered. Never thought Connor thought anything of it at all. Although Hank was sure about one thing – he wouldn't give two fucks if he ever saw him charging.

Connor spoke first.

"I didn't know it'd upset you," he said, quiet this time.

"To find out that you've been walking on eggshells around me all this time? Of course it fucking upsets me," Hank sighed, "I just want you to feel at home."

"I do."

"It's hard to believe when you barely even have anything."

Hank looked around, searching for Connor's belongings around the room, but found that the only objects he could attribute to him were two cables: one thick and green beneath his legs with uncomfortably long needle-like connector, the other he held in his hand, "You know, usually people have something when they move in, and it makes it look accordingly. With you it's just... nothing. Like you're not even here or ready to leave any moment."

Maybe he is, Hank thought.

"I'm not people," Connor said.

Hank scoffed, his eyes not leaving the cable in his hands that he now held tight.

"I know. I know that you're not."

"-But you're more comfortable when I act as if I am," Connor finished for him, "You see, that's why I was charging in private."

"Fuck me," Hank released the cable and watched it drop to the floor.

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Thanks."

With an increasing urge to have a drink he strolled towards the fridge. He took a bottle of beer out, stared at it for a moment, then returned it back to the fridge before opening a kitchen cabinet and taking a bottle of whiskey instead. He searched for a glass, but it appeared as if all the glasses and cups were already in use. Scattered around the house or piled up inside the sink, awaiting to be washed.

"Fucking great."

He unscrewed the bottle and took a few generous swigs. Embarrassment, hot and tight, gradually overshadowed by the burning of another kind. He took one more sip to drown it completely, but with no avail — it'd require more than that.

He couldn't care less about charging, probably wouldn't even notice it. It was unfair accusation, and bitterly Hank wanted to rub it back. He swallowed this urge with another gulp and set the bottle aside. Then changed his mind and took it back with him.

The speaker stayed quiet as Hank returned to the couch and stared at the screen. Channels flickering on and off as Connor was flipping through them. Over the course of three days Hank got used to the sound of abrupt phrases or songs cut short with a flip of a channel. It sounded like presence.

"I'll do it tomorrow," Hank promised.

Channel switched to an advertisement clip, a man in uniform holding his thumbs up.

Hank stared at it hypnotised until channels switched again.

"You did it on purpose," he said.

"It repeats every half an hour."

The channels switched again, now to display a fragment of music video, something from the recent hits. 'Over and over again' was its name, shouted during the chorus part accompanied with big inflated letters.

"Jesus, are you actually watching it like this?"

"In a way."

"You want to play something instead?" Hank suggested, "I have a few games in my library or you can pick something else if you don't like what I have."

The screen blinked into the digital library and scrolled through the entries.

"Yes, that could work," Connor said.

He scrolled through the list a few times, up and down. Pointless repetitive nature of it reminded Hank of the coin Connor used to toss around. A gesture weirdly anxious on his part. And annoying. He did comment on that as well, didn't he?

He groaned and took another sip off the bottle. Then finally set it aside.

"Wanna join me?" Connor asked. Something about the tone if his voice made it sound more like an apology than a question.

Hank could feel the room around him starting to spin as the alcohol was now getting absorbed into his bloodstream.

"No," he shook his head,"you should be online, though. I'm sure you can find a company."

He lay down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. The lights from the screen were reflected from its white surface.

"You should go to bed," Connor suggested.

"I'm staying," Hank grumbled. He had been sleeping on the couch ever since the first night Connor spent in his phone. He dreaded the silent emptiness of his bedroom. Plus, the bed was still undone and the sheets...Shit, he left them in the washing machine, didn't he?

"Fuck," he muttered and started to get up, but changed his mind and returned back. 'What does it matter now, anyway?' he thought.

Connor hummed in a question.

"No, nothing," Hank waved his hand in dismissal, "Nothing important."

He sighed, his head heavy against the pillow.

"Nothing at all."

[widowlurker]

rambling about catws!Bucky because time is a flat circle

Lowkey tough being a Bucky stan (hehe) out here bc atp the mcu just doesn’t know what to do with him and it’s absolutely tragic because catws is a great movie and a huge part of that is how beautifully they presented the Winter Soldier. Like he is undeniably (personally don’t @ me) the best part of that whole movie. Last time I went this insane over analyzing actors’ facial expressions was the hunger games and that’s basically the peak of fiction for me. So, here’s me doing exactly that

warning: no beta we die like my vocal chords watching catws for the first time

Something that sits at the forefront in my mind abt Seb’s acting as the Winter Soldier is how good he is at being blank. Normally when I think of blank, no thoughts head empty acting it’s just a completely unmoveable demeanor and from what I see in fics it’s a common interpretation that the Winter Soldier is just an empty husk. And while he’s definitely a lot less sentient than he seems to be in the comics I don’t think he’s as robotic as people like to write about (and how I like to read abt so dw this isn’t me trashing on that).

I read a post on here that was either a meta or rant that I def reblogged but don’t feel like looking for that was either or about or mentioned how the Winter Soldier is def a powerhouse but that’s just a building that was made from the frame of Bucky’s own combat skills from the war.

I think his sentience is somewhat similar to that in how he isn’t so much as an empty bodyguard and more like a tunnel-visioned fighter. His mind isn’t a blank slate in a body that’s blindly committing violence but a constantly calculating fighter (a trait I also think was just built off of Bucky’s own violent skills derived from the war) whose mind is occupied only by whatever violence he’s committing.

Seb’s facial expressions as the winter soldier present this well. Again, when you think of the empty husk the Winter Soldier is you’d expect little personality and emotion to be acted out as that character. The thing is, he’s not an empty husk. Seb does a good job at having existent and moving facial expressions without any real human emotion being shown by them. When the Winter Soldier furrows his brows as he fights or thoughtfully looks offscreen when he pulls off his goggles(?) in the lead up to the reveal he’s only expressing the slightest bit of acknowledgement to whatever is happening. Particularly, usually in fight scenes when people do the former it’s to make the character look mad or determined. When the Winter Soldier does it it’s just there. Sebastian manages to move his face in ways that should indicate fully-felt emotions but still only add up to a blank face.

Perhaps in that way the Winter Soldier is somewhat robotic not in the way of an emotionless android but rather an intelligent algorithm.

so, blah blah blah Sebastian is really good at acting blank. But what about when the Winter Soldier does show emotion. Disclaimer that in my rewatch I only saw the highway fight/reveal and the helicarrier, not when Fury and Steve get attacked in his apartment. With this, the first time I believe we see the Winter Soldier breaking out of the emotionless mask is the cute little bout of panic he has shortly after the mask/muzzle comes off, when his eyes get big and be looks off in a way unlike before where instead of it being the slightest indication of thought and strategy it’s a genuine feeling of panic and confusion. This is very much in contrast to moment before after he asks who the hell Bucky is and shoots at Steve. He says the words, but that’s it. His face doesn’t move to accommodate any sort of emotion any normal person would be feeling when they said that sentence. His mouth simply moves as he asks (though the blankness is still broken by then because I have doubts the 100% Winter Soldier would ever take the time or express the confusion that’d come with asking that question). Immediately after he clicks back into reality and the mission at hand when he shoots at Steve he doesn’t return to his before blankness. His eyebrows furrow and this time it’s not simply an unconscious physical result of being focused or whatever but he’s genuinely confused and desperately trying to follow what he’s being made to do. Up until that point, not once does the Winter Soldier bother to halt anything he’s doing in a fight if not necessary. This is the first time he personally hesitates.

And then the helicarrier scene. Oh lord almighty the blessed helicarrier scene. By here the Winter Soldier is back to Winter Soldier-ing, blank and emotionless no matter what movement his face makes. And he stays like that for the entire pre-fight pleading Steve’s doing in that bridge(?) thing. UNTIL Steve says “please don’t make me do this”

Now I noticed this in my rewatch yesterday and then while I was rewatching the scene on yt to write this I fought for my life trying to figure out which cut to Bucky in that convo in which he does it, so I damn-near thought i hallucinated it. But I swear to god his head tilts down and his eyebrows go up. It’s similar to the facial movements he does before when he’s full Winter Soldier where his face moves but it doesn’t indicate any actual emotion being felt. This time however it just somehow does. He’s pleading, for what I literally cannot think of but his face moves only slightly and it somehow spreads the full feeling throughout his entirety. In the next cut after that he doesn’t have that same emotion, but it was there.

From then on the curtain is ripped. Now Bucky fights and he scrunches up his face and all of the sort and he’s not only expressing emotion but he’s doing it so blatantly. So blatantly in fact that I can tell he seems to feel almost desperate.

Remember earlier when I mentioned that not once does the Winter Soldier bother to halt himself unless necessary to survey the situation or something the sort. Yeah, none of that is here. He’s unbelievably sloppy, not as fast and hit-for-hit with Steve as he was during the highway/reveal. And throughout the fight he only gets slower and slower, his face scrunches and moves more and more., and he wastes more and more time talking and trying to make Steve suffer and feel how he’s getting hit as if to prove to something or someone that he’s not succumbing to the memories bubbling up inside him and straying from his mission.

Until finally Steve says “I’m with you til the end of the line” and fandom was never the same

and neither was Bucky, because despite the fact that his luscious locks are blowing all over the damn place, all over his face, we see down to the atom what he’s feeling. It’s the Winter Soldier’s end of the line, and now Bucky is here to get fucked over by the mcu’s writing.

Again, catws is my favorite mcu movie in terms of acting and writing and the reason why is because they did so well at writing such a horribly tragic victim. I stay saying that Seb is one of the best actors in the mcu and the reason why is because of how agonizing his performance of the winter soldier’s mental turmoil is. So why on God’s green Earth is the mcu so intent on making some bullshit atonement plotline (or a poor attempt at showcasing Bucky’s internal guilt that comes off as an atonement plotline, depends on who you ask) and throwing him in with anti-heroes/villains when it really doesn’t fit what his arc should be AT ALL???

anyway god bless Sebastian for being damn-good at acting out agony

[lebomboniere06]

Summary from June 13 to June 14 for the Korean stage greetings of the film 366 Days, featuring Akaso Eiji:

📌 June 13–14 Korean Stage Greeting Summary

What is that round thing in the left pocket of his pants?

(Some fans speculate it's a newly bought pair of noise-canceling headphones, others joke it's popcorn that got stuck between his teeth during the Okinawa screening 😂)

📍 Setagaya Ward, Futako-Tamagawa – 6/13 19:20 Screening

Q: First impressions of Korea?

Akaso: The food is really good.

Q: Anything you liked?

He said he arrived the day before, and that today both the stylist and hairdresser were Korean—it was his first time trying Korean-style makeup/hair and he found it very interesting.

Q: Highlights of the film?

He mentioned the beautiful scenery in Okinawa and how it might make people want to visit. The key theme is the missed connection between Minato and Miu—he hopes people focus on that.

📍 6/13 19:30 Screening

Introduced himself in Korean as “I’m Brad Pitt,” then immediately added, “Just kidding!” 😂

Said he had interviews that day, and hopes fans will be able to see them soon.

Film highlight:

Scenes where Minato and Miu live together mark a big turning point—he hopes fans will notice that.

Closed with “Korean is so hard” in Korean (with a laugh).

📍 6/13 19:40 Screening

What did he do the day before?

Ate grilled beef intestines and large intestines. He said he still wants to eat grilled pork belly.

Film highlight:

How the characters miss each other because they care too much. He wants fans to observe each character's inner feelings.

📍 6/13 19:50 Screening

He went for a walk and practiced Korean with store clerks, but they kept replying in Japanese—so he couldn’t really practice 😆

Wants to try going to a Korean jjimjilbang (sauna).

The film has many tearjerking scenes. He joked that he wants to wipe everyone’s tears but since he can’t be there, “please use a handkerchief yourselves” 🤣

For the giveaway, Akaso was supposed to choose seats—but picked five empty ones. He joked his blood type is B and birthday is March 1, so maybe it should be seat B-13 🤣 Finally, someone won.

📍 6/14 12:05 Screening

Said he went to a sauna the night before and felt really refreshed. Had BBQ at noon and felt sleepy afterward 😴

Behind-the-scenes: the beach scene where Minato lies down—he wasn’t crying, it was just the sun being too bright to keep his eyes open.

Trivia giveaway question:

“When Himari listens to the MD, is it track 1 or 2?”

📍 6/14 12:15 Screening

Favorite scene? He mimed the headphone-tapping gesture.

Trivia giveaway: “What color was the T-shirt Minato wore when running to the wedding?” He said he didn’t remember himself 😂

Talked about going to a sauna and open-air bath. Observed that most fans use Android phones—new discovery for him. He also learned that Korean toilet paper goes in the trash, not the toilet 😂

A fan called him a "face genius." He tried translating “genius” into Korean and said “I’m a genius” in Korean 😂 Then repeated it again during his speech.

Took letters from fans before leaving the stage 💌

📍 6/14 14:40 Screening

Said food in Korea is great, and the sauna yesterday made him really happy.

Still hasn’t had grilled pork belly—interpreter translated that, and he repeated it in Korean. Then said “Korean is hard” again 😂

Film highlight: The relationship between Minato and Miu is key—he joked “Just look at me!” but said seriously that fans should pay attention to their story.

Giveaway changed to rock-paper-scissors—Akaso won too quickly and said he’s too good at it 😆

📍 6/14 14:50 Screening

Entered the stage with an especially loud greeting 🎉

Tried using Korean with store clerks, but they mostly replied in Japanese—so couldn’t improve his listening skills.

Said at a convenience store, he thought 20,000 won was 20,000 yen, and said in Korean “So expensive!” The clerk angrily replied in Japanese “If it’s too expensive, don’t buy it” 😅

Still wants grilled pork belly 😂 Said "I want to eat" in Korean.

Film highlight: All the characters are kind; hopes fans will rewatch the film from different perspectives.

Took a while for a giveaway winner to emerge—Akaso told the winner “You’re good at rock-paper-scissors” XD

📍 6/14 16:15 Screening

Difference between Korean and Japanese cinema atmospheres?

Korean audiences are very warm. Surprised many people use Android phones and have cameras ready.

Favorite scene: the bus-stop-to-wedding scene—though he said such behavior isn't acceptable in real life 😂

For the headphone-tapping scene, it was supposed to be spoken, but because of the distance, Akaso suggested acting it out instead.

Fans asked for a "Brad Pitt pose"—he joked in Korean “That’s a lie!” 😂

📍 6/14 16:25 Screening

Audience was already super hyped when he entered 😆

Korean fans were very warm and welcoming—he felt comfortable.

Had soda ice cream for lunch (fans yelled "kawaii" XD). Said in Korean “Very delicious.”

Role he wants to try? Saito-kun (but forgot the character’s name). Fans told him it’s Kotaro. Said Kotaro is cute, but he’d have to halve his age to play him XD

Asked what he imagines Minato would be like after the film ends—said he hopes Minato lives a happy life but hasn’t imagined whether he’d fall in love again.

📍 6/14 16:35 Screening

How was meeting the audience?

Said it’s been a while since he did in-person events, especially in Korea, so he was very happy.

Difference from Japan?

Japanese audiences mainly clap, while Korean fans make noise—right after that, fans made some noise 😂

Also, in Japan, taking photos isn’t allowed.

Where would you go next time in Korea?

Wants to stroll around, discover stylish cafes or restaurants spontaneously, and maybe have a drink.

Fans asked him to perform a line—he said monologues weren’t lines, so he didn’t remember, but said “I like this smell” 😊

Giveaway: “What did I just eat?” A fan said "ice cream"—wrong. After many tries, he gave a hint “you can get it at the cinema.” The answer was “popcorn” (salted). He joked, “who would get this without a hint?” 😂

📍 6/14 19:00 Screening

Said he just learned the Korean for “I know.” Fans yelled “I love you,” “So cute,” “So handsome,” and he repeated everything instantly 😂

Film highlight: The story of Minato and Miu is central, but all the characters are kind.

Was asked to recommend a dinner—he said he’ll be eating grilled pork belly later and invited fans to join. Fans joked that he’s promoting grilled pork belly more than the movie 😂

📍 6/14 19:10 Screening

Said several Korean dish names in Korean, and fans responded with more—he said “I still haven’t had grilled pork belly today” in Korean. Since he had filming afterward, he couldn’t drink.

Said he tried to speak Korean with the audience but ended up making the vibe awkward—but fans warmly responded. He commented that Korean fans are really kind.

Film highlight: He paid attention to Minato’s feelings when interacting with Miu and hopes viewers will notice that.

During photo time, joked “my hairstylist will get mad if my hair gets messy” 😂

📍 6/14 19:20 Screening

How did he feel after a whole day of stage greetings?

Extremely happy. Each session was about 10 minutes, but it didn’t feel tiring at all.

Fans wished he could stay longer—he joked “I’ll cancel the flight and tear up my passport” 😂

Time to show off his Korean again.

Told a story about how a convenience store clerk told him “Have a nice weekend” in Japanese, then when he tried paying 20,000 won and said in Korean “So expensive,” the clerk snapped in Japanese: “If it’s expensive, don’t buy it.” He realized he had mistaken won for yen again 🤦‍♂️

Anything he regrets not doing in Korea?

He wanted to shop—he's been following Korean fashion for a while and wanted to explore more brands.

Will he come to Korea again?

“It’s a secret”

Film highlight: Asked if anyone had been to Okinawa. Said the scenery is beautiful, and those who haven’t been might want to visit after watching.

During photo time, someone asked him to wink—he said he can’t 😂

[starrspice]

Hi there

Hey hello everyone.

I have not been super active lately (I’ve been kinda busy and life’s been a little crazy) BUT

I won’t leave you entirely empty handed. You guys voted for an OC ramble so Here you go!!!!

Because OMG I’m feral and they’re all I think about! There’s a LOT of info because I love them, and want to ramble so if you’re interested there’s more below the cut

SO let’s start with the main 4 I’ve had in my brain since I was like. 15

Meet the U.F.O.S.

What’s U.F.O.S. Stand for? Universal Freelance Operation Specialists ofc. They’re mercenaries! Got a job you need done? They do it no matter what star system or how dirty the job!

The team themselves are considered high level fugitives by the intergalactic administration (but that doesn't stop them from causing more chaos) and without even knowing they actually kick started the rebellion against the administration! Some people call them heroes while others call them criminals.

As for the actual members of the team:

◇Zai is always looking to get into trouble. He's the wild of the group and despite his cheery demeanor he's actually quite unpredicatble. He was rescued from an underground intergalactic fighting ring (similar to underground dog fighting rings) and most of those violent tendencies carried on with him. He was also outfitted with painful upgrades and augmentations intended to improve his battle abilities. He often avoids physical contact with people he doesn't know well but is rather touchy feely with the rest of the crew (especially Ango who he loves to pester). He's still relatively fresh from the underground fighting scene and still battles with night terrors and violent tendencies as a result

♧Ango is a techy guy who's last nerve is hanging by a thread. He's the brains of the operation and honestly is tired of always being the smartest one in the room. Despite being great with tech he doesn't really know how to deal with emotions well. Growing up emotions were never really rewarded in his family so he struggles to embrace things that involve feelings. He's the straight man and tries to keep things on track even though he often gets carried away himself. Defensive, prideful, and grumpy He's the perfect target for Zai's incessant pestering. He isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and values hard work above all else.He's on the intergalactic administration's top 10 most wanted list due his dangerous skill with tech and a rumored hacking fiasco that caused an uproar in the administration. His body is soft and stretchy like an earth slug but minus the slime so he's able to slip through small spaces with ease.

♡Gidget is a care taker/ accompanying android originally built to guard and take care of a rich aristocrats daughter. She was intended to be upgraded to an older looking model when the girl she cared for grew too old for a doll like companion. Eventually taking on the role of a personal nanny/bodyguard.However, Under a new intergalactic ruling AI as advanced as hers were dubbed sentient and were no longer allowed to be used as free labor. Not wanting to have to pay Gidget (or treat her like a person) she was cast out with the trash. After a few years of scraping by and repairing herself with scraps and spare parts she was taken in by Captain Mars and repaired by Ango before joining the U.F.O.S. Despite her small and cute stature she is actually equipped with borderline illegal high grade defense weaponry and combat programs and acts as the muscle of the group! Her toy like design makes most people mistake her for a child companion bot to which she angrily corrects that she is an unowned sentient AI. She struggles a lot with her self image, solely due to the fact her hardware doesnt match her software. Forever stuck looking like a child's toy and underestimated. Eventually in a failed mission Gidget gets damaged beyond repair. Luckily Ango is able to save her personality and memory chips and transplants them into a new body made custom for her. The Team missed her terribly for the few months it took to rebuild her.

♤A notorious Phantom thief and criminal Mastermind, Mars has been avoiding capture for years and has become a master at all kinds of things. She's bold, head strong, confident, and a jack of all trades. She's the one who formed the U.F.O.S. and is the heart of them all that keeps the team together and everything running like a well oiled machine She gets tired of Ango and Zai's antics (so she says) but adores her team. Their health, and happiness is her top priority. She considers the team to be her own family and treats them as such. With a powerful force of fire and dragon like features She's a force to be feared and a sight to behold. Her only known injury being the scar over her left eye and her tattered left ear. It's this very same scar that left her having a hard time trusting others, being very selective about who she lets close to her. Her past before she broke out of prison and formed the U.F.O.S. is shrouded in mystery. All anyone really knows is that she has a sister back on her home planet and that they don't get along well.

I've had the idea for the U.F.O.S. Webcomic for forever but i always had trouble nailing down a few plot points. The one thing thats never changed is the bond of the team being the main focus of the whole thing. A group of misfits who fit together, and who care about eachother more than anything else in the universe.

NEXT UP

Cybil and Sophie!!!!

☆Cybil Calaway

Cybil is a Half Siren, and lead singer and guitarist to a garage band in her home town (Here in the reference sheet provided she's 19). Unlike Sophie who attends the local private academy, Cybil attends the local highschool and has a reputation akin to the cliche "Bad girl" But the truth of the matter is Cybil is unapologetically herself, which a lot of locals consider to be rude or brash. She's a little blunt and sarcastic but has a big heart and cares deeply for those close to her. She's extremely passionate about music and writes all the song her band preforms. And despite her punk rock appearance, she's actually quite kind and often helps the members of her community wherever she can! She also helps her older siblings and her father at his grocery store.She has a total of 7 siblings, 2 of which have already moved out for college. One of her siblings is her twin sister Pheobe, who tragically dies in a car accident when they were 26. Cybil and Sophie broke up when they moved to different parts of the country but Cybil often remembers Sophie as one of her first great loves and the one that got away. After getting a degree in Musical composition Cybil wound up becoming the manager of her younger sister Aubrey's pop rock band and lead the band to great success! She and Aubrey both took a couple of years off from touring with the band to grieve Pheobe (and for Cybil to adjust to now taking care of Pheobe's daughter, Allison)

♡Sophie Delavigne is A rich werewolf girl who's a bit of a goody two shoes (She's 18 in the reference sheet).Except when she's with Cybil.

Despite being the poster child for a perfect, preppy, rich daughter, Sophie actually struggles a lot with identity issues. Having done whatever her family wanted of her growing up, now in her senior year of highschool she's in a panic trying to figure out who she is and what she wants to pursue in college. Upon meeting Cybil she slowly begins to find herself and enjoys the person she is when they're together. With Cybil's help Sophie realizes she wants to become a writer and possibly run her own publishing company!

Sophie has always had a friendly rivalry with her older sister Solene, and during their college years they competed to try and be named the next head of the family. Somewhere along the line Sophie gave up the competition to instead focus on her studies and personal goals, which is what lead to her sister taking over her father's company. After college Sophie slowly worked her way up the ladder. She was extremely upset when her father bought out the company she worked for (and she believes any future promotions will be her father's doing).

In my original idea for the webcomic they met in their senior year in highschool only to break up when they move to different colleges and then reconnect about 9 years later

And there you have it there's my oc info ramble for you

Feel free to ask me ANY questions im more than happy to ramble about them any time!! These are my main ocs but ive got plenty more

[ardenwritesegos]

Emotions are High: Chapter 3

Previous Chapters: 1 2

Based loosely on @iamvegorott 's ego universe

The twins and Anti stood in front of an overly decorated door. The door itself was bright pink, with twinkle lights of a darker shade of pink covering it. And the lights didn’t look to be connected to a plug. Of course, with someone like Warfstache, there would be no electricity needed. To make it truly his room, the knocker was a pink mustache. 

“It would probably be best for you to do it,” Celine suggested to the glitch in a quiet voice. Wilford had frighteningly good hearing–likely from William’s time hunting–but everyone always felt the need to try. 

“She’s right,” Damien commented flatly. 

“Wil is already rather…out of touch, so to say,” he began, trying to be as careful as possible, so as to avoid his sister’s wrath. 

“If he were to see us, his mind would spiral even further,” the former mayor explained. 

“You’re too ashamed to face him, aren’t you?” Anti looked at Damien, not convinced of his answer at all. He merely gave a mildly frustrated look, turning his gaze to a corner. Celine snuck the glitch a quick nod, before hiding in another room with the former mayor. With that, Anti tried the polite route, banging on the mustache knocker. No response. Warfstache was sometimes stubborn and unresponsive–likely causing more chaos–so the glitch had to resort to the next best thing.  

“You in there, bubblegum?” Anti called out, a bit of playfulness in his voice. The man was always open to causing chaos with Anti. This time, however, that didn’t seem to be the case. The glitch thought for a few seconds, before shaking his head. 

‘Fuck it,’ he thought to himself, glitching himself into Wilford’s room. 

“Anti!” the mayor screamed, temper flaring as the twins followed their collective boyfriend. In a flash of blue and red, Celine and Damien joined Anti in Wilford’s room. 

“What were you thinking?!” he stormed towards the glitch who stood across from them. The seer didn’t even have a second to stop her brother. 

“The man is known to shoot at intruders!” the man scolded. 

“How is this reasonable in any–?” 

“Uh.. Damie-boy?” Anti interrupted, eyes in front of him, rather than in the former mayor’s direction. 

“I think there are worse things to worry about, here.” 

“What?” the glitch gestured to the entire room in response. The former mayor finally looked and the sight was nothing short of frightening. Everything was trashed. Pictures with old, gold frames were smashed to pieces. The glass laid on the floor, nearly turned to dust. The pictures that were once in those frames laid on the ground with the glass. Wil’s face looked to be ripped off all the images. Likewise, the mirror on the other side of the entrance was smashed. A hit point could clearly be seen on the shattered surface. The hitpoint was where Warfstache’s face would be in his reflection. His gun drawers were open, an empty space in the middle of a set of weapons. It wasn’t hard to see what happened here. He may have been unpredictable, but obvious breakdowns were easy to see. 

“He must have had that drink as well,” the former mayor concluded. He sounded like an android investigating a crime scene. 

“We need to find him,” there was blatant worry in the sister’s voice. 

“Yes, who knows what damage he could be causing,” Damien straightened his posture. 

“At least try to act worried,” she replied. There were several seconds of silence before Damien replied again. 

“Anti will look for Wil while we look for Dark,” some frustration could be seen on the mayor’s face before it switched back to stiff. 

“Or whatever is currently remaining of them,” he corrected himself. After all, they didn’t know how any of it worked. For all they knew, “their” body was all that remained at the moment. 

“Are you sure this is the best idea?” The glitch asked. 

“You are well-versed in violence,” the former mayor explained. 

“You are equipped to deal with whatever Wil throws at you,” my god, he was talking like they were in a meeting and Anti wanted none of that! 

“Yes, but he’s not good at de-escalating,” Celine chimed in. 

“If anything, he’s a master at escalating,” she insisted. 

“Need I remind you how he burst in here?” the seer recounted. 

“You yourself said he was irrational.” 

“See?!” Anti gestured to the sister, his point was made. 

“We don’t have much choice right now,” Damien responded sternly. 

“Funny, coming from Mr. ‘life is ours to choose,’” the glitch retorted, doing his best impression of the former mayor. 

“That was a…different time,” Damien commented. 

“Now, let’s stay focused on the matter at hand,” the man began. 

“A lot could be happening while we stand here and bicker,” both the seer and Anti huffed in resignation, knowing Damien had a point. Standing there fighting wasn’t gonna solve the situation. They might as well get this done. 

“Anti, you go to his studio,” the former mayor pointed to Anti. 

“Celine and I will search the music room,” he explained. The three began their way out the office door, Anti going to the right, the twins going to the left. 

[Meanwhile]

“What if we’re wrong about this?”  purple Gin shook. 

“What if Happy isn’t even in there?” Chase and Marvin could see the aspect’s breaths speeding up.

“Then we’ll keep looking,” the magician reassured. 

“But-but what if he’s not even in this house?” Worry stuttered. 

“There are other places, other dimensions, where he could be,” he started speaking very frantically. 

“We-we would have to go to who knows how many places, and–”

“We’ll find him,” Chase grabbed the aspect’s hand, rubbing circles in the back of it. 

“Also, this spell isolates itself to where it was cast,” Marvin expounded. 

“So they should all be here,” the magician put on the most comforting, calm voice he could. Both of them knew getting frustrated wouldn’t end well for the literal embodiment of worry. And it seemed to work, as the tension in Worry eased. At least, it did for the moment. In no time, they reached the door of Chase’s room. The sound of giggling could be heard behind the door. Chase would know that deep laughter anywhere.  He opened the door, finding yet another copy of Gin. This one had a sunshine yellow uniform. The copy sat on Chase’s bed, kicking his legs over the edge while looking at a photo album. Specifically, one that Eric made for them. 

“Chase!” Happy exclaimed, dashing towards Chase and giving him a hug. Brody flinched at the sheer strength of the aspect’s embrace. Gin didn’t tend to show off any of his strength. This emotion seemed to not feel a need to hide anything. 

“Oh, hi Worry,” Happy noticed Worry, waving to him from Chase’s back. 

“Hey,” Worry weakly waved back. 

“Let me guess,” Marvin smiled at the sight in front of him.

“You’re Gin’s happiness.” As he said that, Happy let go of Brody. It seemed he had let out his random bout of energy. 

“Was it that obvious?” the emotion replied.

“You uh…you really do stick out, Happy,” purple Gin mumbled. 

“Yeah, I do, don’t I?” the aspect’s eyes returned to Worry. 

“But what’s the problem with that?” he asked, rhetorically. There wasn’t a hint of irritation  or general negativity in his voice. 

“Everyone needs some joy in their life.”

“There is such a thing as toxic positivity,” Marvin murmured. 

“That’s what the other emotions are for,” Happy responded. 

“They reign me in before I get that intense,” one of his hands was flapping in the air from below his waist. 

“But we’re separated,” Worry commented.

“How are you gonna get calmed down?” his namesake started to fill his voice.

“He likely won’t,” Marvin butted in. 

“So we should probably find everyone quickly,” he clarified. 

“Fair enough,” Happy said in response. His smile still didn’t waver. 

“What’s your plan?” he asked eagerly. He didn’t question a thing, he simply put his faith in Marvin. So that was where the engineer’s trust came from.

“Happy and Worry stay with us for now,” Marvin answered. 

“Our perspectives may keep them from overblowing,” he rationalized. 

“At least, if it doesn’t take too long.” 

“Then, what are we waiting for?” Happy joyfully exclaimed. 

“Let’s get to it!” the aspect marched onwards. Chase shrugged, following along with him. The others followed suit. On to find another emotion. 

My Ko-Fi

My Ao3

[yasodhaviji]

How to Declutter Your Digital Space Without Lifting a Finger (Almost)

Digital clutter is sneaky. One day your phone and laptop are running smoothly, and the next, your desktop looks like a file explosion and your cloud storage is screaming for mercy.

The good news? You don’t need to spend hours cleaning it all up.

If you’ve already peeked at the lazy but genius ways to organize your digital life, this guide takes it a step further. These strategies are so effortless, it’s almost like you're not doing anything at all — just the way we like it.

1. Automate Your Cloud Storage Cleanup

Cloud platforms like Google Drive or Dropbox offer easy-to-use filters and automation tools. You can set them to auto-delete trash, auto-archive old files, or even color-label folders for visual clarity.

Try this lazy trick: Use Google Workspace’s "Storage Management" tool to bulk delete large files, duplicates, and old backups.

2. Use Smart Tools Like “Cleanfox” for Your Inbox

Manual unsubscribing is so last year. Tools like Cleanfox or Leave Me Alone scan your inbox, show you a list of all newsletters and subscriptions, and let you unsubscribe with a swipe or click.

Bonus points: They also show you how much CO₂ you save by decluttering your inbox. Lazy + eco-friendly? Yes please.

3. Schedule Your Phone to Auto-Delete Old Media

Most smartphones let you auto-delete photos, screenshots, or downloaded files after a set period. In iOS, enable Optimize iPhone Storage; on Android, use Files by Google to clean junk files in seconds.

Pair this habit with the mindset from the top 10 lazy but genius ways to organize your digital life, and you’ve got a phone that runs smoother without you lifting a finger.

4. Use “Stack” Apps to Organize Notes and Docs Automatically

Apps like Evernote, Notion, or OneNote allow auto-tagging, sorting, and folder rules.

Lazy Genius Tip: Set up templates or automations so that every new note is filed where it belongs — without you doing it manually.

5. Let Your Browser Clean Itself

Use browser extensions like:

OneTab: Closes all open tabs and saves them in a list

Tab Suspender: Auto-pauses inactive tabs

History AutoDelete: Keeps your browser history from becoming a hoarder's paradise

It’s a solid sidekick to the habits in the top 10 lazy but genius ways to organize your digital life post.

6. Set Recurring Reminders That Actually Work

The key word here is “recurring.” Instead of relying on memory, set monthly 10-minute digital cleanup reminders on your calendar. Automate the repeat, and you’ll never have to remember it again.

Use tools like:

Google Calendar (with reminders and checklists)

TickTick or Todoist (with smart recurring tasks)

Siri or Google Assistant (voice commands FTW)

7. Auto-Sort Downloads Using Folder Rules

Tools like Hazel (Mac) or File Juggler (Windows) can auto-organize your downloads folder based on file type, name, or date.

For example:

Move PDFs to Documents

Send images to Pictures

Trash zip files after 24 hours

This lazy automation turns chaos into calm without constant manual effort.

8. Delete Duplicate Files With a Click

Duplicate files = wasted space. Use tools like:

Gemini 2 (Mac)

CCleaner (Windows)

Duplicate Cleaner Free

These apps scan and clean up your hard drive or cloud storage with minimal interaction — perfect for lazy geniuses like us.

9. Use a Dashboard to See Everything at a Glance

Use Notion or Trello to build a minimalist dashboard of your digital world — to-dos, file links, notes, calendar, and tools all in one spot. Bonus: once it’s built, you just update it here and there.

Pair this with any technique from the top 10 lazy but genius ways to organize your digital life and you’ll become the CEO of calm.

10. Empty the Trash — Automatically

Set your system or cloud service to auto-empty the trash every 30 days. No emotional attachment needed.

Go to your system settings or storage settings (Google Drive, iCloud, etc.) and toggle on the auto-delete function.

Final Thoughts: It’s Not About Working Hard — It’s About Working Smart

Decluttering your digital life doesn't have to be a marathon. With these smart, nearly hands-off hacks, your devices can stay organized while you go do... well, anything else.

Think of this post as a deeper dive into the top 10 lazy but genius ways to organize your digital life — because the lazier the hack, the better the result.

[taldigi]

By default, the show romanticizes Paris. It's too clean. Too sunny, too empty. The city doesn't look lived in whatsoever. I like to call the show's version of Paris "Dollhouse Paris" because it looks more like a playset than a place.

The show also has... A weird sense of scifi about it. They send their trash into space (which was authorized by the mayor of Paris, which... You know most space excursions tend to be done by government entities or individual establishments not like... Cities), air purification factories are actually achievable, holograms are common and stable enough to pack into a ring... Yet, the average character has a modern smartphone and travels by subway.. and tech outside of the megawealthy is modern ( which means it's, relative to advancements in the world of ML, severely out of date) It suggests that there might be a severe pollution problem.. but that doesn't line up with how clean and unreal Paris looks.

I guess one could argue that it's a stylistic choice, ML development has actively rejected squash and stretch animation techniques and "anime expressions" (of which they use plentifuly in imagination sequences) in order to present a more "realistic" sense of motion. (This wasn't a budget concern this was an active decision) but it's just a failure in set design.

The show also makes up their own holidays/ignores the actual timing of real ones, has a warped version of history (looks pointedly at Joan of Arc) and is populated by sentient androids, homunculi (sentimonsters), and Aliens (yes, there are active desires and plans to introduce aliens into the story)

We also never have anything uniquely french make more than passing mentions or exist as interchangeable set pieces. Because we never dive into French culture, the Eiffel Tower could be interchanged with any towering monument, such as Big Ben, Statue of Liberty, or Christ the Redeemer. (Ironically two of those are of French design)

Ladybug Classic, on the other hand.. (which is the PV/pre-cannon world for the uninitiated reading this) holds a darker, gothic, art deco, and slightly dystopic feel... Which lends into it's magic-oriented and mystery theming. While holding a more candid vision of Paris as a dark, grimey city with more traditional villains (acts of terrorism, bank robberies, ECT) and actual sites such as Belleville being the home base for our main protagonist. This heavily suggests that the previous incarnation of miraculous ladybug definitely held a deeper and more honest depiction of France, means that the current version has been overly sanitized and wiped of its "culture".

I could say something like... "Miraculous ladybug takes place in the riverside city of Summer City, known for its thriving fashion scene, art focused culture, and extravagant monuments such as the Rose Tower and Sunset Bridge" and almost nothing of value would be lost.

My favorite part about miraculous ladybug is the fact that I get to treat France like a fictional country

[basicideaforum]

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[peskellence]

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Read on AO3 here:

Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 2.9K

Gavin was bent over the canteen table, squeezing his half-empty coffee cup and groaning deeply. He had held himself up to an extent, but with all the fight leaving his body, his head flopped forward and hit the wood with an audible smack. Tina seldom reacted, sipping her own coffee as she watched on, amused.

"I'm going insane. I don't know how much more I can take of this".

"Gavin, it's been less than a week".

"I know that", Gavin tried to say back, but with his face pressed against the polished wood, the words were barely audible. Tina said nothing else as if waiting for her friend to pull himself out of his self-imposed slump. Reluctantly, Gavin sat back up, ignoring Tina's giggles as she stared at his aching forehead.

"It's been the longest week of my goddamn life", he mumbled, rubbing the sore patch with the palm of his hand. He couldn't see, but he was confident he'd left a mark. "You don't get it. The thing is unbearable".

"That's what I thought when I first met you", Tina gently teased, batting her eyelashes. "Seriously though. I think you should give him a chance".

"Why should I?" Gavin lifted his cup to his lips, draining what was left of his coffee and rubbing his mouth on the back of his sleeve. "It's not like it's given  me  a chance. Five minutes in, and it's already telling me what a waste of space I am".

Tina paused, swirling the liquid in her cup and staring at it thoughtfully. Her lips were pulled into a sympathetic frown. "Gav, I know it sucks, but that's just how RK900 is. He says exactly what he's thinking, much like yourself, and sometimes that can hurt – but he's never going to change his mind if you keep giving him reasons to hate you".

Tina glanced back up at Gavin, brow furrowed in determination. Gavin sighed, recognising the look almost immediately. He knew full well that he was about to be subjected to an interrogation and simply prepared for it:

"How many times have you tried to hit him? Think fast".

"Just the once" So far , Gavin silently added. 

"And how many times have you insulted him for being an android?" Tina pressed on, "Robocop? Plastic prick? Any of those ringing a bell?".

"Oh, come on, Robocop is great!" Gavin vehemently defended, throwing up his hands. "It is the perfect evolution of 'android detective'".

Tina sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I just can't with you sometimes. Right, last one – and this is important – have you pointed your gun at him?".

Gavin bristled at this, thinking back to the 'fight' he'd had with Nines and imagining the sort of torture that the android would have subjected him to if he had actually attempted to use his gun.

"No. Hell no," Gavin insisted, shaking his head aggressively. "This isn't Connor we're talking about. The thing would flatten me".

Tina hummed, motioning for Gavin to hand her his empty cup. She stacked it into her own before crumpling them together and throwing them into a nearby trash can. "Sounds to me that all hope is not lost. You just need to try being nice".

Gavin grumbled in response, "Tell me. What am I supposed to do that it would consider 'being nice'? I don't know if you've noticed, but it doesn't  like  anything. Except licking up blood and skulking around alleyways like it's my goddamn sleep paralysis demon".

"Oh, come on, you're being ridiculous", Tina insisted, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure he likes lots of things. Why don't you take him out to lunch and try to get to know him better? You might have more in common than you think".

"I'm sure that'll go down like a lead balloon. Where am I supposed to take him?  Sal's Premier Gas and Auto Repair ?".

"Take him wherever you like, Gav. It doesn't really matter. It's more about the gesture than anything".

Gavin felt his interest in the conversation fast waning. It was no longer serving the escape he had hoped for. He looked at his watch, sighing at the time, before pushing his chair back harshly, causing the legs to screech along the linoleum floor.

There was a moment of contemplation as he considered what Tina had said. There was no way that his relationship with Nines could possibly get any worse. Perhaps it may be worth humouring his friend's suggestion, even out of morbid curiosity. This did not, however, prevent the doubts from continuously slipping into his mind.

Gavin took a long breath, closing his eyes. "There's no way in Hell this is going to work", he protested. "It fucking despises me. Why would it ever agree to spend a second longer in my company than it needs to?".

"Look, I'm not saying you have to be besties" Tina had also stood up, albeit much less aggressively than her counterpart, "but not completely hating each other would be a start. You never know. He might like your tamer side. You do have some endearing qualities, Gav, buried deep,  deep  down in your soul. It's time to let them shine".

Gavin's eyes shot back open as he gaped at his friend with a mixture of offence and disbelief. He turned on his heel, making his way to the canteen exit "Wow. Thanks a lot, Ti. I don't know what I'd ever do without your glowing words of encouragement".

Tina poked out her tongue as Gavin shot her a final piercing look. With his hand hovering over the buttons of the wall-mounted panel, he had not had a chance to press anything when the security doors suddenly glided open.

Gavin was greeted with the towering frame of his android partner, glowering down with clear disapproval on its stony face. They were stood uncomfortably close, to the extent that – if Nines could breathe – Gavin was confident he would be able to feel the warm puffs drawing down his neck.

"You said you were going to the bathroom, although I anticipated I may find you here", Nines looked over Gavin's shoulder as if refusing to acknowledge him directly. Gavin could see Tina tensing up out of the corner of his eye, and he instinctively stepped back to meet her position.

"Good Afternoon, Officer Chen. I must request that I have my partner back now. He is supposed to be working".

"How long were you standing there?" Gavin intended his words to sound forceful, but they had trickled from his lips as a laboured rasp. Apparently, he had been holding his breath and had failed to notice until that moment. "Were you eavesdropping on us? Creepy motherfucker”.

Nine's expression did not shift, although its LED flickered slightly, showing that it had acknowledged Gavin's question. Whatever the answer was, it refused to provide one, holding its focus on Tina as if he didn't exist.

"Honestly, it's totally fine", Tina insisted, a little too enthusiastically under the pressure of Nines' intense stare. "I think Gav is just tired. Really needs a  break , you know?".

Gavin looked sidelong at his friend. He could see the scheming wheels turning behind her flawlessly plastered smile. He opened his mouth to say something but was swiftly met with an elbow to the ribs. She looked at him expectantly as if to signal this was his cue.

Gavin froze in disbelief over what he was about to do. If Tina was wrong about this, he would never let her forget it. 

Even if she was right, Gavin would be reluctant to forgive her. When the best case scenario meant one-on-one quality time with 'Detroit's Most Pompous Android', there was no way he could actually win.

"Yeah... Tina's right, actually," Gavin said, trying his best to sound genuine. "I'm just really worn out from reviewing all these case files. Need to get out and stretch my legs. What do you say we head to lunch?".

Nines flinched, albeit subtly, with its eyes widening in surprise. It's LED shifted to yellow and appeared to get stuck, blinking and cycling endlessly without any sign of progression "I'm sorry, Detective Reed, but I believe I have misunderstood. By 'we', I assume you are referring to yourself and Officer Chen, correct?".

Gavin's mouth pulled into a painful half-grimace as he desperately fought back the urge to scream in the android's face. Taking a moment to relax, he was somehow able to contort the expression into something more pleasant "Actually, I meant you and me".

The android blinked wordlessly. Once, and then twice. With its head tilted to one side, it appeared utterly stumped. Gavin wondered if he might have broken it. Overloaded its sensors or triggered a soft reset. 

"I understand that android physiology may not be your area of expertise, but surely you know I do not need to eat?".

Gavin shot Tina an accusatory look, to which she seemed entirely unfazed, mouthing the words " Go on"  back at him.

"Yeah, well, I do", Gavin paused, feeling utterly foolish. "So I thought it might be nice if you joined me...dipshit".

Tina's shoulders slumped as she looked back at Gavin despairingly. He met the look with a mouthed " What?"  and a subtle shrug of his shoulders.

It was apparent that their silent pantomime had not escaped Nines' attention. Its eyes darted between Tina and Gavin before narrowing on the former suspiciously. Tina locked into place again as if anticipating the fact that she was about to be called out:

"This invitation is unexpected, to say the least, Detective. Almost as if it may be have been encouraged by some outsider influence".

"Wooow, would you look at the time" Tina abruptly announced, pulling her phone out of her pocket and staring at the screen. "I better be going; I'll leave you guys to it" As she pulled away, she leant towards Gavin one final time, speaking lowly into his ear:

"Good luck".

"Judas",  Gavin hissed back, watching with ire as Tina carefully side-stepped around Nines, pressed the exit button on the canteen door and speedily retreated.

Gavin and Nines stood in silence. There was a mounting air of discomfort as the android folded its arms, seemingly anticipating Gavin's next move. In all honestly, he wasn't sure of the next move himself. With his backup now gone, all he had to work with was the questionable advice she had left behind. As much as he loved Tina, she seemed to land him in just as many uncomfortable situations as she ever helped him escape from.

"So", Gavin whistled awkwardly before clearing his throat ", Are you in or out?".

Apparently, this was not the move Nines had expected, with a look of surprise returning to its face. "I beg your pardon?".

"Lunch", Gavin clarified. Reluctantly "Are you coming with me?.

Then there was silence again – and damn if it wasn't getting painful. Gavin willed Satan's minions to rise up and drag him to Hell already. It would be a long time coming, and at least then, he wouldn't have to deal with any more plastic detectives.

"I suppose it needn't be a complete waste of time", Nines rationalised, the LED that had seemed to stall on yellow finally returning to blue "It may give us a valuable opportunity to review what we know about the case. Away from the distractions of the station".

Of course, it would make it about work. Of-fucking-course. 

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever".

Gavin led Nines out of the station, allowing it to trail behind him like a guard dog. The android seemed a little perplexed as they cleared the station parking lot, heading for the nearest traffic lights.

"Are we not taking a car?".

"Nah, this place isn't far. We can walk," Gavin insisted, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the crossing lights to change. "Besides, I did say that I wanted to stretch my legs, or were you not paying attention to me?".

"I find that much of what you say lacks substance, although I pay attention when I feel it is warranted".

Gavin tsked quietly, shaking his head in disbelief. He almost wanted to laugh but decided against it, feeling more frustrated than he did amused. "You are  really goddamn rude, you know that?".

"I do not believe that I am", Nines said back, seemingly without missing a beat. "It is not targeted at you specifically, Detective. Humans have quite a knack for dancing around the issue. Even those who claim to be direct often fail to say what they mean...I find it incredibly frustrating".

"Yeah, well, humans are tricky like that", Gavin mused out loud, willing the lights to change faster. The sidewalk was beginning to build up, and he couldn't help but notice a few people staring at Nines. One little girl seemed particularly intrigued, tucking on her mother's pant leg and pointing upwards.

"Mommy, why does that man look so angry?".

Nine's gaze shot downwards, meeting the source of the tiny voice below him. Unblinking, it answered the little girl's question – its voice loud and imposing "I was a model created to assist in police investigations. My appearance was designed to intimidate criminals and to encourage swift cooperation".

The little girl retreated immediately, eyes bulging wide in surprise. The mother was evidently unimpressed, holding her daughter back as she shot Nines a spiteful look. "Do you mind not speaking to my daughter like that? She's a kid; she doesn't understand what you are saying".

Nines seemed a little put out, face crinkled in confusion. Ultimately, he nodded quietly before turning his attention back to the crosswalk.

THE LIGHT IS GREEN.

"Fucking finally..." Gavin muttered to himself, stepping from the sidewalk like it was on fire. As Nines and Gavin cleared the crossing with the rest of the pedestrians, the latter could hear a flurry of whispers from those passing by them:

" Do you think it's a deviant?"

"Hell no – What deviants do you know that speak like that?"

"I haven't seen an unconverted model in months"

"It could be unstable...oh damn, I think it's looking this way. Keep walking, don't look back". 

For a city that was supposed to be the cornerstone for new android acceptance and tolerance, it didn't escape Gavin's notice that many people still seemed to treat the machines with considerable trepidation. 

He understood. 

The revolution terrified millions, and many were yet to overcome that fear. Even those who wanted to believe that the androids could be fully integrated would always live with a sense of lingering uncertainty.

"Detective, you appear to be leading us blindly through the streets", Nines deadpanned. "Did you have a destination in mind for your lunch, or were you simply trying to get out of work?".

Indeed, uncertainty seemed the optimal word to describe how Gavin perceived his partner. He couldn't place exactly what Nines was. Where it fell on the spectrum of 'fully converted deviant' and 'semi-liberated machine'.

It would show glimpses of sentiment from time to time, such as how it appeared almost guilty at having scared the little girl. Other times, it seemed unyieldingly cold. So preoccupied with its primary directive that it had little time for anything else. 

Despite his uncertainty, Gavin couldn't help but analyse the situation with deeper scrutiny. It was second nature for a detective, after all. Labouring on his thoughts through several sleepless nights - he had begun to devise a theory. One which he was about to put to the test.

"You never broke away from your code, did you?" Gavin watched Nines closely for its reaction. Failing to receive much of anything, he decided to press on before his more rational mind could stop him. "Not completely, anyway. It's like you half-deviated but couldn't make it the whole way. No matter how much you think and feel for yourself, you still do it like a damn robot".

There was a flicker of instability in Nines' eyes, like the pigment was suddenly shifting and changing. It seemed conflicted on how to respond – to the extent that it grounded to a halt in the middle of a busy walkway. It appeared deaf to the grunts and grumbles of pedestrians as they tried to bypass their way around the idling android. Gavin wondered if he might have sincerely fucked up as Nine's stared him down with a look of quiet malevolence.

"Detective Reed", Its voice was low and dark, laced with some foreign emotion. It did not escape Gavin's attention that its LED had shot straight to red and was stuttering violently. As if threatening to blink. "Let me make something clear: 

Unlike my contemporaries, I do not delude myself with pretenses that I will ever 'become human'. I am a machine who is free to live for itself, but a machine nonetheless. I refuse to adjust my behaviour in order for it to be perceived as more 'agreeable'".

Gavin gulped down a nervous breath, looking back at Nines with trepidation. "Well damn, sorry if I struck a nerve there. Touchy subject for you?".

"You could say that - I would kindly ask if we could avoid broaching this subject again".

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Diasomnia time it's finally here! No spoilers this time because... no Diasomnia chapter yet. So let's a go!

Also welcome to my new sideblog for twst writing!

Diasomnia

Diasomnia Robotics is a company that custom makes several distinct types of bots, but primarily focuses on combat.

Of course... that isn't to say that Diasomnia's bots remain associated with them, in fact, none of the ones you know remain so.

Malleus, Diasomnia Robotics' newest and most advanced bot to date. Designed to show off the capabilities of their engineers, in the arena.

Built with extreme strength, speed, and specialized weaponry, Malleus was poised to win easily. Even still, no expense was spared.

A personal mechanic for maintenence, and the arena's longest reigning champion to train him personally.

Malleus was setup for an absolute victory, a victory he achieved with ease. He was the new champion of the arena after a one sided final match.

And he felt... empty. Watching his opponent's battered form get dragged away, hatred in his eyes, Malleus didn't feel accomplished or empowered. He felt... bored.

That everything he had been working towards was completed so suddenly and now he could do... nothing.

He was used goods, he wasn't going to be sold to a new master. He was glad that his trainer's master and his mechanic had managed to get the go ahead to keep him with them.

So he wasn't alone, and as he lived with them all they grew quite close. But Malleus still... didn't feel right. He didn't feel like he could explain himself to them.

He spent a lot of time alone, wandering the city or the scrapyards searching for peace. That's how he finds you.

You, incredibly, have no idea who he is. It's easy for him to let you come up a with a nickname, and begin talking to you on his nightly walks.

It's good for him. He gets to talk to someone who doesn't glamorize him, who doesn't have any assumptions about his problems.

It fills that emptyness within him, just a bit. So... maybe he does try and move his little family closer to you (or in with you).

Just so he can feel better... more often.

Lilia was the champion many many cycles before Malleus, and probably the longest lasting.

After the first few times Diasomnia stopped sponsoring him, and he began competing on his own. Just because he didn't have anything else in his programming.

After his tenth year he was finally taken in for a tune up... and afterwards he was... different.

He could feel the sun on his skin, and the wind through his hair. It was like the entire world had come into focus.

He didn't have time for more meaningless battles... he had to go and LIVE!

On one of his many forays into random parts of the world he was walking peacefully, before hearing a deeply grating sound.

Upon searching he found... a baby? It was... so small... so weak. He took a liking to it immeadiately.

The next years... many years... of Lilia's life were spent learning how NOT to kill a human. He was surprisingly successful.

After the whole group comes together he does his job as Malleus' trainer quite well if you asked him. Considering... Malleus won.

Although having to become a mentor to Malleus' mechanic was a pleasant surprise. He had gotten to quite like looking after people.

Which remained when Malleus brought him in contact with you. He's quite fond of you for making his boys (and him) quite happy!

So he'll make sure to use his abilities to keep everything that way. Don't worry!

Silver bots- Uhm. Don't exist? Surprise Silver is Lilia's adopted human son! And the legal owner of Malleus and Lilia.

Being raised exclusively by a collection of parenting books scavenged from the trash an android, he is... a bit off.

He's quite knowledgeable about the world due to Lilia's bredth of experience, what he has trouble with is... actually talking to people.

When he first met you he was... rather uncomfortable, stand-offish and professional, which is how he learned to act since he has duties as Lilia and Malleus' owner.

He adjusted quickly though, and it only took a few days for him to be more comfortable around you. At least comfortable enough to sleep around you which he does... quite frequently.

He's not entirely sure how he feels about you, although he does see the rest of his group having similar... feelings? Is this a human thing? He's still not entirely familiar with that.

Well he's not leaving for a while, so he has plenty of time to figure it out.

Sebek bots are normally standard combatants, keyword on normally. Your Sebek took a... different path.

A skilled android mechanic was... very infatuated with his assisstant bot. And they decided they wanted a kid.

Using his connections the mechanic got a blank Sebek bot, and got it into a... certain program studying android sentience. Which additionally gave him all the outward appearance of a human.

When he came back, the two began treating him as their son, including managing to get him fake credentials to live as a human.

Sebek was... confused. And mostly belligerent. While he respected his mother for having a purpose and acting on it, his opinion of his father was... less positive.

While he did act as a human if only to protect his parent's ruse, he sees mankind as beneath him, although he did pick up his father's craft.

This, however changed when he became Malleus' personal mechanic.

Suddenly he felt like he did have a purpose! Someone to devote his life to! And yet at the same time he met Silver. His opposite. A human who was raised by an android, and he felt... jealous.

Jealous that Silver felt his purpose while still being completely human, so he did what he was good at and... mostly just nagged him.

It didn't get any better when he met you, a human who didn't even think about a purpose from birth.

But his Lord is so fond of you that he can't nag you too... so he mostly watches you from afar at first, trying to 'get' what you're all about. Although as a result he's another one who winds up on guard duty for you a lot. For Malleus' sake! Not because he wants to! Definitely!

He'll warm up to you and possibly himself eventually. Just give him a bit of time to open up.