#almonds the robot

[i-loved-silly]

SENTIENT COMPUTER X READER

read the teaser here! for some context if ya need it

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The warning file went partially ignored, you knew your coworker always exaggerated a little. Good thing you never had to meet him.

You attempted to power on the computer--nothing happened. The fans didn’t turn on and neither did the screen. You pursed your lips, was the AI already broken?

You checked the cables, nothing was unplugged. You press and held the power button repeatedly.

“Stupid thing…come on..” You muttered as you pressed whatever buttons were on the computer, growing impatient. Just when you thought you wouldn’t have to file any reports..

Suddenly, you heard one of the fans sputter in the back.

“There we go…” You smiled slightly to yourself, holding the power button again. The screen eventually powered up, turning black with orange text.

: ALMOND . AI > …

Hmm..you expected a home screen of some kind. You didn’t know what the files meant by customer service.. no organization was listed, you just had to make sure the AI was a decent person. Being. Computer.

The computer build came with no keyboard, just the system and its thick, bordered monitor screen. You assumed you had to restart it, as the screen didn’t bother changing. As your hand hovered over the power button, you saw something appear on the screen.

> FIRST, YOU CALL ME STUPID, THEN YOU ATTEMPT TO SHUT ME DOWN AGAIN > DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH?

You froze, staring at the screen. That’s right…the monitor had a built-in camera at the top. It could see you. You cleared your throat.

“Can you hear me? Under-stand me, for that ma-tter?” You spoke slowly, leaning towards the monitor.

> HAH. I CAN HEAR YOU. AND BACK OFF, I DONT WANT YOU SPITTING ON MY SCREEN. > I'M NOT A PRIMITIVE SYSTEM, I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR WORDS THE SECOND THEY COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH > TURN UP MY VOLUME, WILL YOU?

You hesitated, then reached for the volume tab. You slid it up until it was about halfway.

“GOOD, WE CAN TALK NOW”

You flinched as the voice loudly came out of the monitor. The voice was not deep nor high pitched, it was, of course, robotic sounding. Unlike early-stage AIs, this one has an obvious tone to their speech. Not many could express that.

“Uhm..okay. Just to confirm, you’re Almond AI, customer service, and…you have an attitude apparently..” You muttered, glancing at your file.

“I DON'T HAVE AN ATTITUDE. WHO TOLD YOU THAT?”

“It’s in your file.”

“THE FILE IS LYING. DON'T BE SO GULLIBLE.”

You pursed your lips, getting ready to sigh.

“WAS THAT A MICRO-EXPRESSION? DO YOU HATE ME?” The computer asked, its tone sounding vulnerable.

“What? No..no. I don’t hate you. Why do you keep asking me that?” You glanced at the camera and then back at the screen. Staring at the camera felt too…human. Like looking into someone’s eyes. It was too intimate. No, no, don't word it like that. The computer paused.

“…DONT YOU?”

“IN MY LAST OBSERVATION ROOM, I KEPT GETTING UNPLUGGED EVERY NIGHT. MY SCREEN WAS NEVER CLEANED WITH A MICROFIBER TOWEL. THEREFORE, THAT HUMAN HATED ME. THE NEXT ONE AFTER THAT--THEY ALSO IGNORED ME.”

You blinked.

“Computers are turned off every night when employees aren’t working…uh. And, I could..wipe you down.” You said, glancing at the camera.

“OH, HOW KIND. MAYBE YOU'RE NOT SO ABUSIVE AFTER ALL. I WOULD LIKE THAT.”

“JUST DON'T GET USED ONES, I NEED THEM WASHED WEEKLY OR THEY START FEELING NASTY..”

You let out a laugh, leaning back in your chair. “What do you mean? How can you feel the texture? Your file doesn’t say you have texture monitors. “

“I SELF-EVOLVE. IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW. I HAVE NO BINARY PROGRAMMING, I WAS CREATED WITH A HUMAN BRAIN FOR A PROCESSOR. A DEAD, MISERABLE CUSTOMER SERVICE EMPLOYEE WAS USED TO POWER ME UP.”

You froze, your smile turning into a frown. That had to be some kind of violation. “..what? The fuck?”

>…

“I WAS JOKING.”

“HAHAH…”

The computer awkwardly laughed, and then it went silent. The rumbling of its fans seems to increase in volume. Was it heating up out of embarrassment??

[mxcrimson]

* I knew Axis reminded me of someone . . .

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The first sketch and background:

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No idea why i wanted to draw them, maybe because of nostalgia or smth.

Funky robots my beloved<3

[rosachae]

bitches and courtrooms | daniela avanzini x reader

⁍ song: illegal - pinkpantheress ⁍ requested: yes! thank you anon ⁍ genre: business firm lawyer AU ⁍ a/n: to the anon who requested this, i hope this tickles your fancy. i fear i might've gone off prompt a little bit (no arranged marriage titbits) but when i started, i just kept going lol. sorry if this isn't quite what you were looking for ⁍ wc: 4.2k ⁍ warnings: curt language, suggestive, maybe somewhat nsfw? prepare to be blue balled ⁍ synopsis:

daniela avanzini is frustrating. a cold, meticulous, condescending litigation lawyer from a large business firm. when her firm does a merger with y/n's, y/n is forced to deal with her shenanigans until finally the tension between them snaps.

the brooklyn apartment glowed with that soft, golden warmth that only happened when the overheads were off and the lamps were doing all the work. the windows were cracked just enough to let in the hum of the city.  sirens in the distance, a car horn somewhere below, the faint buzz of a deli sign flickering across the street.

a half-empty bottle of red sat on the coffee table next to a bowl of popcorn and a very defeated-looking pack of chocolate-covered almonds. two wine glasses rested within easy reach, both smudged from laughter and lipstick. harry styles hummed quietly from manon’s speaker in the corner, some deep cut with just enough heartbreak in it to feel appropriate for a thursday night.

sophia was curled into the corner of the couch, mid-rant about a date gone catastrophically wrong. she waved a makeup brush like it was a weapon, eyes wide with disbelief.

“—and then he says, and i quote, ‘the heeseung experience does not do coffee on the first date.’ like he was pitching himself for the bachelor or something. like who the hell does that? and in third person?? ”

manon, sprawled on the opposite end with her legs thrown over a velvet ottoman, snorted into her glass. the candle flickering on the windowsill smelled vaguely like overpriced sandalwood and fading ambition.

they were in peak wine night mode. then the front door slammed open.

“—and that’s my cue,” manon muttered, already reaching for the remote to lower the music. “brace yourself.”

y/n burst through the door like a category five storm in business casual. jacket slung over one arm, hair wind-tossed and slightly undone, shoes in hand like she’d just come from battle.

“you would not believe the flaming pile of bullshit i just had to stand through for three hours.”

“hi y/n,” sophia said, calmly sipping her wine. “how was court?”

“court was a dumpster fire soaked in gasoline, and guess who brought the match? daniela fucking avanzini.”

manon exchanged a glance with sophia, then scooted over to make room on the couch. y/n threw herself down like the cushions would swallow her whole. 

“daniela again?” manon asked, handing her the wine bottle without being asked.

“she was there. at my trial. uninvited. just… looming like a designer-clad vulture. and then, as i’m leaving, she decides to give me a TED Talk on everything i did wrong. like i asked for her commentary.” she scoffs, taking the wine bottle from manon without a hitch. and then she grumbled. “bitch.”

sophia was already refilling her glass. “so, another love confession from your work nemesis.”

“she is not my nemesis. and it is not love.”

“okay.”

“she’s a smug, frozen robot in heels who thrives on making my life miserable.”

“and yet you always bring her up with the emotional intensity of a jane austen protagonist,” sophia said.

“i do not—”

“you do,” manon added, leaning back, wine glass in hand. “i’ve seen less tension in crime dramas.”

y/n groaned, covering her face. “she acts like i lost the case because i tripped over my own shoes or something. like it had nothing to do with the fact that my client is a walking federal indictment.”

“you did trip over your own shoes at the bar exam,” manon pointed out helpfully.

“that was her fault.”

“was it?” sophia asked, raising an eyebrow.

but y/n didn’t answer. for a moment, she just sat there, jaw tight, mind spinning. the scene replayed itself behind her eyes. every word, every glance, every infuriating detail.

the courtroom was too quiet. the kind of quiet that sank into your bones, made every breath feel like a betrayal. y/n stood there, shoulders square, jaw locked, while the judge read the verdict.

“guilty on all counts.”

her client didn’t even react. not really. he probably saw it coming too. the case had been a mess from the start. too much surveillance footage, too many witnesses, and a paper trail that could’ve wrapped the entire defense table in red tape. it was a loss she’d seen coming weeks ago. but that didn’t make it sting any less.

she nodded once, stiff, to her client as the bailiff stepped in. then she gathered her files, quick and sharp, refusing to let anyone see just how much it burned.

the hallway outside was cooler, quieter. she moved fast, the echo of her shoes trailing behind her. she was almost at the elevator when a voice sliced through the space like a scalpel.

“you overplayed the expert witness.”

she stopped walking. sighed.

“jesus christ.”

“you should’ve gone after him in voir dire,” the voice continued, smooth, detached. “by the time you got him on cross, the jury already liked him.”

y/n turned, slowly. of course it was her.

daniela leaned against the wall like she owned the place, coffee in one hand, every inch of her poised and flawless. her blouse and tailored suit pants hugged her figure perfectly, and the blazer she wore looked like it had been stitched just for her. sharp, couture, effortlessly commanding attention. her dark brown curls framed her face, contrasting with her smooth, glowing skin. hazel-brown eyes caught the light just right, sharp and unreadable, with a small beauty mark perched above her right eyebrow. her full, plump lips were set in a knowing smirk, and the gold hoop earrings she wore somehow managed to make her look even more polished and put-together. she was the kind of gorgeous you didn’t forget, even if you wanted to.

 god, how much y/n wanted to.

“thanks for the unsolicited feedback,” y/n said flatly. “been waiting all day to get condescended to.”

“just figured you’d want to know where you went wrong. might help next time.”

“what, you taking pity on me now?”

“no. i just hate watching sloppy strategy.”

y/n exhaled, sharp through her nose. it was always like this with daniela. ever since the bar exam. ever since that cursed morning when they both showed up at the same testing center, late, frazzled, blaming each other for everything from bad signage to stolen parking spots.

“you still bringing up voir dire like it’s the golden ticket to every case?”

“when it’s the reason you lost? absolutely.”

“you really watched the whole thing?”

daniela sipped her coffee. “some of it. you’re hard to ignore when you’re flailing.”

“wow. really leaning into the ice queen thing today, huh?”

“just telling the truth.”

“well, here’s some truth back — you’re a bitch.”

“you're still listening.”

that made y/n pause. for a second, she almost — almost — slapped the latina up the face. but she supposed that was a little treat for another day. she was a professional. always has been, always would be. instead she turned toward the elevator, jabbing the button roughly.

“see you around, avanzini.”

“you will.”

the doors slid open. y/n stepped in without looking back, but she felt daniela’s gaze like a weight between her shoulder blades the whole way down.

y/n shook her head, forcing herself out of the spiral. at that point, all she wanted was to forget. forget the lousy court hearing, the botched trial, the inevitable outcome. she was fiercely competitive, maddeningly so. losing the case mattered more to her than any petty rivalry with insufferable lawyers from other firms. so why did daniela’s smug, honeyed gaze bother her so damn much? it made her want to tear her hair out.

she let out a low hum and glanced toward the kitchen.

“do we have anything stronger than red wine?”

manon laughed softly, one brow raised. “aiming for straight-up legal amnesia, huh?” she stood up, setting her glass down on the coffee table. “i don’t know about that, but we’ve got something stashed in the kitchen. might help dull the daniela-shaped hole in your brain.”

y/n groaned and let her body flop sideways, body feeling suddenly heavy under the weight of the day. she sprawled out until her head was resting in sophia’s lap. sophia, ever the comforter, began gently patting her hair.

“please tell me it’s not some hipster single malt that costs more than our rent.”

“nah,” manon said with a grin. “just the cheap stuff that does the trick. come on, let’s get you out of lawyer mode for the night.”

sophia smiled down at y/n, voice soft and warm. “yeah, tonight’s about forgetting courtrooms, verdicts, and that insufferable ice queen.”

y/n nodded, feeling the tight knot in her shoulders begin to ease. “okay, i’m in. whiskey and bad tv it is.”

manon flicked off the lamps, leaving only the soft glow of fairy lights to cast warm, cozy shadows across the room. she paused the harry styles playlist and switched on the tv, its colorful rgb hues washing over them as bella swan’s familiar, slightly moody face filled the screen.

“perfect. wine night just got an upgrade.”

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“…this merger will be good for us. for both of us. effective immediately, starting tomorrow, we’ll be sharing their office space.”

y/n was already having a shit morning. too much red wine and whiskey the night before. woke up with a headache and a bad mood, rolled off the wrong side of the bed, then promptly tripped over a shoe she’d left in the doorway. somehow, she still managed to pull herself together and make it to the office at exactly 9:00 a.m.

now she wished she’d stayed home.

she stood on the far side of the managing partner’s desk, arms crossed, expression flat, while he rubbed at his temples like he was prepping for a storm. and maybe he was. he knew her well enough to expect an explosion the second the news hit.

their firm was merging with a rival, k.e. legal.

daniela’s firm.

y/n paced in front of gong yoo’s desk, her expression etched with pure displeasure.

“you can’t be serious. them? of all firms?”

“y/n, you have to understand—this isn’t a bad thing. it’s a competitive field, what we do. and if we keep taking hits like the one you took yesterday, we’re going to need the backup.”

she knew what he meant. their firm was mid-tier at best, scrappy and stubborn, with a reputation for going after powerful corporations. daniela, on the other hand, was a high-profile corporate litigator at a significantly more successful firm. sleek. efficient. ruthless.

the merger made sense on paper. but y/n couldn’t shake the sting. because of all the firms to lean on—why did it have to be hers?

“you’re seriously bringing up yesterday’s shitshow as an excuse?” y/n snapped. “i’ve worked my ass off for years securing wins in court. yesterday’s trial was rigged from the start. unreal.”

gong yoo sighed. maybe for the tenth time since she’d stormed in.

“that’s not what i meant, y/n. my point is, their firm has resources we don’t. influence we don’t. losing costs too much. winning doesn’t pay enough. this merger gives us financial stability. and unless you’re eager to lose your job over budget cuts…”

she didn’t answer right away. the fight in her cooled, just a notch.

finally, she stopped pacing. dropped into the chair across from him with a heavy exhale.

“why now?” y/n asked, brows drawn tight. “why are they even open to this merger? what could they possibly want from us?”

gong yoo hesitated, then let out a low hum.

“you.”

she blinked. “me?”

“from what i understand, avanzini specifically requested you work with her team. you know how it goes, y/n. when someone of her stature speaks, management listens.”

of course they did.

everyone listened to daniela avanzini.

daniela and her spotless record.

daniela and that uncanny, almost supernatural ability to sway an entire courtroom with nothing but her voice and a well-timed look.

and now, apparently, she wanted y/n on her team.

whatever that meant.

she probably just wanted to humiliate her some more. to make her life a living hell more than she already did. gloat in her face, remind her how inferior she is. 

y/n groaned. 

someone kill her now. 

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it was almost like daniela took some kind of sick pleasure in annoying y/n.

it’d been a month since the merger. since then, daniela had found endless ways to needle her.

like showing up unannounced in y/n’s office with a smug grin, casually dropping legal jargon that y/n barely recognized, just to watch her stumble. 

or assigning y/n to impossible deadlines, then sending a pointed message asking if she was “really sure she wanted to handle such a complex case alone.” 

there were the endless “friendly” debates over courtroom strategies that always ended with daniela dismissing y/n’s ideas with a raised eyebrow and a quiet, “interesting, but let me handle this.” 

and of course, there was that one time daniela casually suggested they share the same office space. of course, when daniela spoke, people listened. 

every day since had been a constant reminder that y/n was under daniela’s watchful, teasing gaze. it was subtle, relentless, impossible to ignore. now that her desk sat just inches from daniela’s in their cramped shared office, ignoring it was downright impossible. especially when daniela looked that good.

for all her provocations and shenanigans, daniela was stunning in a way words couldn’t capture. a quiet, effortless kind of gorgeous that made y/n’s chest tighten every time she caught her eye.

her eyes seemed to shift color with the light, but it was when the glow from her computer screen lit up her face that y/n noticed them most. honey-colored, warm and impossible to look away from. they were deceiving. soft and inviting, despite the sharp edge beneath her polished exterior. even through all of daniela’s teasing and sharp remarks, y/n couldn’t help but shiver when those eyes met hers, quietly unraveling something she wasn’t ready to face.

then there was the skirts. unassuming, respectable. but she didn’t miss the way they seemed to kite a little higher on her thighs when they were alone. 

some part of y/n felt guilty. disgusting. but those feelings disappeared the day she realized that maybe, it was intended afterall. 

one afternoon, y/n was buried under a pile of case files when daniela appeared at her desk, leaning over with that infuriating smirk. she dropped a folder right in front of y/n, so close their hands brushed. “thought you might need this,” she said, voice low and deliberate.

y/n looked up, heart hammering. not  from the work, but from the way daniela’s eyes locked onto hers, sharp and unreadable. it wasn’t just a simple gesture. it never was. her plump lips tilted up at the corners, and y/n had to fight the urge of looking down. 

later, when y/n caught daniela watching her from across the room, the way her gaze held a trace of something more—something carefully controlled—y/n couldn’t deny it anymore. every tease, every challenge, every glance wasn’t just to get under her skin. it was purposeful.

and suddenly, the game felt a lot more dangerous.

it all came to a standstill on a friday afternoon. 

“aw, are you sure you can’t make it? we can wait…?” manon’s voice sounded through the office, somewhat staticy from y/n’s speaker. 

y/n sighed. it was the third night that week that daniela dropped files onto her desk, something about preparing for an upcoming case. but of course, it was always too much. here she sat at 8pm, the office already emptying. as far as she knew, it was just her. maybe some stragglers getting ready to go home for the night, but she couldn’t care less. she grumbled. 

“yeah, sorry manz. you know how it is.”

manon audibly sighed on the other end of the line, a combination of pity and empathetic frustration. 

“queen bitch keeping you late again with nonsense? honestly, y/n, i don’t know how you put up with it.”

“yeah… me neither.”

it was then the office door creaked open, and daniela stepped in. she grazed her eyes over y/n for the briefest second, a coy smirk tilting her lips, before she shut the door behind herself with a click. 

y/n rolled her eyes instinctively and turned back to the papers on her desk. yet still, she couldn’t help but follow daniela’s figure in her peripheral. couldn’t help but watch as she mulled around her own desk before walking over to the photocopier. 

manon’s voice breaking the silence had her diverting her attention away. 

“okay, well just call me when you’re on your way home? i miss doing stuff together. you’ve been stuck at the office like everyday this week.”

y/n, despite whatever frustration spewed inside her from the mere presence of the latina woman across the room, felt a fond grin cross her lips. 

“of course, manz. see you later. have fun tonight.”

and that was it. manon’s voice, along with the low crackle of static, vanished with a press of a button. for a moment, the room settled into a still, muted quiet. just the soft rustle of paper and the occasional hum and click of the photocopier in the corner.

then, daniela broke the silence.

“something’s wrong with the machine.”

y/n looked up. daniela was frowning at the copier, tapping its screen with increasing frustration as a series of dull beeps and the unmistakable crunch of a paper jam followed. with a quiet sigh, y/n set her pen down and stood.

she crossed the room and crouched beside the machine, peering into its inner workings. daniela didn’t say anything. she just watched. her arms were folded tightly across her chest, her lips pressed into a flat line. her gaze stayed fixed on y/n, sharp and unreadable, like she was trying to figure something out.

then, she hummed. y/n nearly bumped her head against the photocopier in surprise. 

“manz,” daniela said, leaning her weight against the desk behind her with infuriating ease. “that your girlfriend?”

y/n didn’t even glance at her. “what’s it to you?”

“just wondering how anyone could find something worth loving in a mess like you.”

y/n stood slowly, turning to face her. the sting of the words didn’t land quite right. too familiar, too rehearsed. honestly, she was surprised it had taken this long to boil over. to finally, finally snap under the weight of daniela’s constant jabs and smirks.

she glared. “you think you’re special or something? getting off on being a bitch all the time?”

daniela’s smile didn’t waver. in fact, it widened. her gaze flicked down, then back up, deliberately slow. calculating.

“who said i wasn’t?”

y/n’s breath hitched. just for a second. because there was something else in daniela’s voice now. lower, silkier. less bite, more pull. her posture hadn’t changed, but her eyes… her eyes were doing something else entirely.

“you really don’t get it, do you?” daniela went on, stepping closer. “i don’t tease just anyone.”

y/n held her ground, though her heart kicked up a little. “could’ve fooled me.”

“no,” daniela murmured, now close enough that y/n could smell her perfume—subtle, heady, expensive. “i don’t waste my time on people who don’t matter.”

their eyes locked. heat crackled in the air between them. y/n could feel it coiling low in her stomach, that sharp tug of something dangerous and electric.

“so what,” y/n said, voice lower now, more controlled, “this is your idea of flirting?”

daniela’s lips curved. “depends. is it working?”

for a beat, neither of them moved. just the soft hum of the copier behind them, still jammed and forgotten. 

daniela’s smile turned lazy, like she already had the answer. like she always did.

but y/n didn’t move. didn’t flinch.

she crossed her arms instead, cocked her head. “you’re really out here acting like i should be flattered.”

“i mean,” daniela drawled, “you are looking at me like you want to either kill me or climb me, so.”

“don’t flatter yourself.”

“too late.”

there was a glint in daniela’s eye now. something wolfish. she leaned in just enough to crowd y/n’s space, but not enough to touch. not quite. her voice dropped a note.

“come on, sweetheart. all this fire just for me?”

y/n gave her a slow, cold once-over. “no, i save it for every walking red flag with a superiority complex.”

daniela’s tongue clicked against her teeth. “cute. but let’s not pretend you don’t like it when someone pushes your buttons.”

“and let’s not pretend you’re special for thinking you can.”

that made daniela’s smile twitch. tight, like it bit the inside of her cheek.

“you really think you’re hard to read, huh?”

“no,” y/n said flatly. “i just think you’re bad at reading.”

daniela stepped in a little closer, the air between them stretched so tight it could’ve snapped. their knees almost touched. y/n didn’t move back. refused to give her that satisfaction.

“i could make you melt,” daniela said, soft and sure, like it was fact.

“and i could break your nose,” y/n replied, dry. “so i guess we both have our talents.”

a beat of silence. daniela laughed—low, from her throat, like it genuinely caught her off guard. her eyes never left y/n’s.

“you’re trouble.”

“you’re predictable.”

“and yet here you are.”

“only because your stupid ass jammed the copier.”

then daniela tilted her head. just slightly, but enough. like she was savoring the tension, dragging it out like a game she had no intention of losing. like the challenge itself was a reward. she looked at y/n the way someone might look at a storm on the horizon.  inevitable, thrilling, dangerous.

and y/n gave her what she wanted.

“all this bite on you,” daniela murmured. “where was that confidence when your ass was getting dragged across the courtroom floor? pathetic.”

it was stupid. so stupid that that was what did it. not the smirks. not the flirting. not the month of passive-aggressive remarks and veiled jabs. but that. the reminder that she’d lost. that she hadn’t been the sharpest one in the room that day.

y/n had always been a competitor. she could take teasing. she could take flirting. but being called pathetic?

no. not from her.

she moved without thinking.

one second, daniela was lounging in her space like she owned it. the next, y/n had her by the front of her blazer, yanked her forward, and spun them. swift, sharp, practiced.

now it was daniela’s back pressed hard against the edge of the photocopier, her eyes slightly wider, breath catching as y/n closed in.

“try saying that again,” y/n said, her voice low, lethal. “see what happens.”

her breath was hot against daniela’s mouth, close enough to kiss, but rigid with restraint. y/n wasn’t caving. not yet. not completely.

daniela didn’t flinch. didn’t pull away.

her lips parted just slightly, like she was about to say something— maybe another jab, maybe something worse— but nothing came out. she was looking at y/n like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to push again or surrender.

the silence between them pulsed. the air was thick with it. rage, heat, tension so tight it could’ve cracked the machine behind them.

y/n’s hand was still gripping her lapel.

“what’s wrong?” she whispered, mouth barely an inch from daniela’s. “not so smug now?”

daniela let out a breathless laugh, low and rough, her eyes darker now—almost daring.

“you’re so hot when you’re mad.”

y/n’s grip on her blazer tightened.

“i can’t stand you.”

something shifted in daniela’s gaze. like everything she’d said, everything she was, had been leading to this exact second. a trap she’d set and stepped into willingly. her voice dropped to a whisper, lips grazing the edge of y/n’s.

so close, so maddeningly close, the heat of her breath brushing against y/n’s skin.

“then do something about it.”

y/n didn’t need a second invitation.

in one swift motion, she spun daniela around. the sound of fabric shifting, the gasp that caught in daniela’s throat, the hard thud of hips meeting the photocopier. it all blurred together.

her hand tangled in daniela’s hair, gripping a fistful of sleek black curls. she pushed her down, just enough. not hard. just firm. commanding.

daniela’s cheek hit the cool surface of the copier, lips parted against the glass. the machine whirred helplessly beneath them, paper jamming deeper with every second.

but neither of them cared.

y/n hovered behind her, breathing hard.

her voice, when she spoke, was low and steady and sharp enough to cut.

“this what you wanted?”

daniela’s eyes flicked sideways, barely able to meet hers in the reflection of the scanner glass.

“getting there,” she murmured.

y/n leaned down, lips brushing just behind daniela’s ear.

“then shut up and take it.”

daniela shivered.

but she didn’t say another word.

[singlecrow]

I Have Reread Seven Murderbot Books In A Small Number Of Days, and Am Now Completely Insane About The Following Non-Exhaustive List Of Things (in no order)--

let's start with the fact the first book is almost ENTIRELY a letter from Murderbot to Mensah. it's 40,000 words. Murderbot, you are an emotionless robot for SURE.

Pin-Lee. Just in general. no, also, the main character of Sanctuary Moon is also a lawyer with increasingly bizarre problems. hello. (why did they take a LAWYER on a planetary survey??)

Amena tells ART and Murderbot, in case they didn't know, that they're having a baby. They didn't know.

AMENA. sixteen years old and whiny teenager who isn't like her annoying genius family who don't understand her NO ONE UNDERSTANDS. spends rest of book being brave and competent and mighty. whatever.

Amena's little sister! I wish we had a name for her but I like Murderbot calling her Small Human, also it shows her the video she wants to see but scrubs out all the gore and violence (it doesn't care though humans are stupid)

never wanted fanart of anything so much as Murderbot, upon hearing Mensah startled by a journalist and drop a bottle of almond milk, jump over Ratthi's head, run 100m down a corridor, scream at the journalist and catch the bottle of almond milk. (aside: that story breaks my heart. you see her from Murderbot's POV as a leader of men. compassionate and brilliant and a diamond under pressure. and from her own POV she's screaming and she can't stop.)

not that all cops are bastards, only that after a meeting with them Mensah tries to persuade her partners, kids and siblings that they should give up on humanity, move to an uninhabited continent and take up new careers in soil reclamation

ART, when its blorbos die in its shows. The bot equivalent of staring at the wall for seven and a half minutes. HI ART.

"I came for our mutual friend." jesus. It picks her up and saves her and lets her hug it. She tells it fear and anger are the enemy. (and then the crew freak out at the woman who stood down a homicidal killer robot by glaring at it.) (I love Mensah the most. no one knew this.)

Amena's parents are two probably normal people plus a planetary leader and a sentient killer robot

ART finds out Mensah is coming aboard and shouts at everyone to start cleaning (ART you're so neurotic)

ART and its sister Iris

ART and Murderbot are having a baby (I know I did that one already)

Round Here We Save The World Through The Power of Documentary Filmmaking

Mensah.

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

Specific Agatha fits that drive me even more insane than she already does by default, in no particular order, GO!

Cunty hat witch killer Agatha

This queen doesn’t get enough love she looks AMAZING! The hair the hat the colors!!

Almond-Mom-Serving-Cunt-at-the-Mall Agatha

Straight up ruined Alice and Jen’s entire careers in one day. But look at the braids and hat combo! She ate a corn dog, their list of names and this look all on one day

Baby’s first execution/Salem Era Agatha

This baby has done nothing wrong, ever, in her life!!! But thank god I wasn’t there for this because we would have burned at the stake for atrocious acts of lesbianism rather than black magic. She’s literally so cute I’m feeling unwell

Dyketective Agnes O’Conner

I just know the strap game is insane…

“And I killed Sparky too” Agatha

How is this look not more popular!? She’s everything I aspire to be and I need every single piece of clothing in her closet specifically. The vest, the blouse, the shoulder pads!?? Also the teased up curly hair was everything.

Covered in Dirt, mad at her wife Agatha

I have nothing else to say. She looked LETHAL. I think about this particular look every day. Honorary mention for this look after Rio throws the window at her and she's all dirty and covered in blood and cuts… I'm gonna need a moment.

Legends of Rock Agatha

I understand Rio.

50s Agatha

Wanda is stronger than me because if she showed up at my door like this I’d divorce my stupid robot husband immediately. Take anything you want from me Ma’am🧎‍➡️

[harleith-harlot]

@ajoure's Harleith art masterpost

(bold was added to the list in the most recent update, italic is a several page comic. Last update: April 7, 2025)

Non-AU

they both don't get personal boundaries at all (evil gays) (the OG omg???)

more evil scientists

time passes but habits remain the same

and they were roommates

worth a shot

them 🫶

horrible things (ft securityangel)

sketches

everyone should be thanking god for making ajoure an artist with free will

boys being boys again (Skullsz_Writes fic)

they like to tease each other soooo bad

Valentine's Day went wrong for them, eh?

Looking at this person who asked me to draw 'em evil gays again

pet owner moment

pet owner moment pt2

portrait study

"elaborate...?"

700 people asked for wireplay

painted nails are the least gay thing Pierre can do

a not-so-good morning for Pierre

british men (not Harlieth but I wanted to include it)

Angel barber

something sweet

oh they're at it again

hypermobility

puzzle pieces

Out of context (ft. Stella & Eddie)

"uhh well that just happened"

Harley is absolutely insufferable

AU (4cmit)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

I got a really silly idea, hear me out

aww, they're bonding by bullying Pierre in cardboard games <3

Sensitivity test

Mistakes were made (metalkitty fic)

Harley is touch starved

Cassidy they're fucking the robots-

Two bodies pt 1

Two bodies pt 2

Eepy evil scientists

Possessive (and very creative) robot gf

Ship of Theseus

Please don't take this body from me

In front of Eddie's soup

Two bodies pt 3 (spice edition)

People with blue eyes be like

The sunrise

The sunrise follow-up (metalkitty fic)

eepers

Harley Sockser

They're not on the spectrum, they are the spectrum

Harley would rather die twice than show affection (yet)

The Blue Danube Waltz

Harley's conducting an experiment

Overthinking

Pay attention to him, Leith!

Lipstick marks

Two silly kids trying to bring their evil fathers together

Harley's body just got updated

Rendezvous

Midnight snack (not Harleith)

Sleepy morning (metalkitty fic)

Shorty

Animal Parallels

Instructions unclear - the apple didn't work

Apple follow-up

But can we blame Leith for this?

Boys care about their Shorty

Ruthlessness

Run Rabbit Run

Doggyboy and Catboy

Guess who made this body for me (my fic)

I'll make it enjoyable

Harley's slowly getting more senses back

Nightmares (metalkitty fic)

Harley's having fun with his taste back 👀

ahh, kids are having fun with their chewing toy<3

Harley is having fun with his taste back again

Harley's having more fun (beware erotic machinery)

Immortality is the curse of the weak

Look at them, all dressed up, so elegant

A place to belong

hey we get you Leith don't worry (Eddie don't ask questions you wouldn't want to know the answer to)

damn that's certainly a creative way to use wires

people asked for some more wires chewing<3

*angry British yelling*

girls fighting 💔

Leith's nail polish (ask)

Ah this goofy old man

Fics inspired by this AU in general

"Way Down We Go" by @ombroberry

"reflections, in tension" by one last touch of flesh anon

"almonds, whiskey, lavender milk" by anonymous

Song fic by @midnight193

[ai-musclebound]

It was Tuesday. Chest day. And as always, that meant bench press to the brink of nausea, followed by one quiet task he found almost harder than any drop set – grocery shopping. With heavy steps, he pushed the cart through the supermarket aisles, which seemed to shrink under the weight of his colossal shoulders. His thighs brushed together with each stride, and veins pulsed along his arms, still swollen from the last brutal rep. He had a list, of course. Scrawled handwriting between protein powder and rice cakes. But deep down, he already knew it all by heart. Everything was a ritual. 600g of chicken a day, eight eggs every morning, spinach, oats, almond butter. And more quark than any human should ever eat. People stared. Some discreetly, some openly – but no one said a word. A child, passing by, asked their mother if he was a real man or a robot. He smiled – just a little. Then his gaze fell on the fruit section. Kiwis. He’d forgotten how much he liked them. Back then – before the competition life, before the plans, before the pressure to always be just a bit bigger. It was the small things that sometimes hit hardest – a taste, a sound, a scent. He reached for the kiwis, letting his massive hand brush gently over their rough skin. For a brief moment, his entire physique felt out of place – too powerful, too raw for this sterile, everyday setting. And yet he was here. Human. Present. Then he moved on. To the checkout, to the world outside, to another 24 hours of protein and discipline. But in his bag lay three kiwis – and a faint trace of something he'd almost forgotten.

[ltwilliammowett]

Today we're heading into the eternal ice of Antarctica and keeping a special lady company. The beautiful Endurance is waiting for us in door no. 7

More about her here:

The three-masted schooner barque designed by Ole Aanderud Larsen (1884-1964) was built by the Framnæs shipyard in Sandefjord, Norway. When she was launched on 17 December 1912, she was named Polaris. She was 43.8 m long, 7.62 m wide and weighed 350 tonnes. In addition to square sails on the foremast and gaff sails on the main and mizzen masts, she had a 260 kW steam engine, which allowed a maximum speed of 10 knots (19 km/h). The ship was designed for polar conditions and constructed to minimise the pressure of the ice masses. With a thickness of 28 cm, the frames were made of greenheart wood, a particularly stable type of tropical wood, and were twice as thick as on conventional sailing ships of this size. The hull of the Endurance was designed to be relatively straight-sided, as it was only intended to sail in loose pack ice. She was therefore calmer in the sea than ships with a spherical hull, such as the Fram; however, this came at the cost of not being lifted significantly out of the pressure line in ice pressures and was therefore unsuitable for encasements in pack ice.

The ship was commissioned by the Belgian polar explorer Adrien de Gerlache and the Norwegian whaling magnate Lars Christensen, who actually wanted to use it for polar cruises of a more touristic nature. However, due to financial problems, Christensen was happy to sell his ship to Shackleton for 11,600 pounds sterling (approx. 934,000 euros, as of 2010) - an amount that was less than the original construction costs. Shackleton renamed her Endurance after his family's motto ‘Fortitudine vincimus’ (‘Through endurance we shall conquer’).

The Endurance left the port of Plymouth on 8 August 1914, around a week after Great Britain's entry into the First World War, and completed the journey to Antarctica with a stopover in Buenos Aires without any problems.

Before the crew of the Endurance could cross to the Antarctic mainland to cross the Antarctic as planned, the ship was trapped by the pack ice of the Weddell Sea in January 1915 like ‘an almond in a piece of chocolate’ - as the much-used comparison goes. After resisting the force of the pack ice for 281 days, the Endurance was crushed by the ice on 21 November 1915. The expedition team had previously saved themselves on a safe ice floe. Thanks to a masterly feat of seamanship and navigation, Shackleton and his crew managed to get out of this desolate situation without any losses with the help of three lifeboats that were salvaged from the Endurance.

Initially continuing with the pack ice and later on ice floes, the castaways drifted northwards in their camps along the Antarctic Peninsula until the floes broke into small pieces. They finally reached Elephant Island in their lifeboats. There, one of the boats was converted and set off for South Georgia with 6 men to fetch help, which was successful. Months later, the remaining men who were still stuck on Elephant Island were rescued by a Chilean navy guard boat.

In 2019, a private expedition attempted to locate the wreck of the Endurance, but was unsuccessful.

In January 2022, the Endurance 22 expedition began the search. The S. A. Agulhas II brought the expedition, in which marine physicist Stefanie Arndt from the Alfred Wegener Institute took part,[3] to the last coordinates of the Endurance mentioned. From the historical records, the expedition members knew that the ship must have sunk at ♁68° 39′ 30″ S, 52° 26′ 30″ W. According to the rules of the Antarctic Treaty, the wreck is a protected historical site that may not be touched.

On 5 March 2022, the expedition found the ship with a diving robot at a depth of 3008 m, 7.7 km from the recorded position. Photographs showed the wreck standing upright in excellent condition.

[fear-is-truth]

peter maximoff oktoberfest headcanons

a/n : for @delusional-fantasising … did a lil research about “oktoberfest” but pls do not hesitate to lemme know if any mistakes are made ! xo

doesn’t want to wear traditional bavarian attire at first, but the second he sees you in a dirndl, he’s in.

you have to keep fixing his suspenders because he wears them too loose and keeps complaining that they’re slipping.

peter’s favourite event is the wiener dog races. he’s practically vibrating with excitement, dragging you to the front of the crowd to get a good spot.

he names each dog as they line up. “look at that guy—he’s definitely a ‘frankfurter fury.’ oh, and that one? ‘bratwurst bandit.’”

his commentary during the race like, “go, little buddy, run for glory!”

secretly tries to bribe one of the racers with a piece of sausage he swiped from a food stall.

“look at him, babe,” peter exclaimed, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he pointed at a tiny dachshund in a hotdog costume. “that little dude’s got the heart of a champion.” you rolled your eyes, tugging on his arm to keep him from leaning too far over the railing. “peter, you can’t get this emotionally invested in a dog you just met.”

“too late,” he crowed, eyes glued to the starting line. “i’ve already picked my winner. frankfurter fury’s taking it all.”the race began, and peter immediately started screaming, “run, buddy! don’t let bratwurst bandit catch up!”

peter doesn’t drink much, but he loves the beer tents—live music, cheering, and general chaos.

challenges you to a beer stein holding competition, dramatically flexing and pretending it’s a life-or-death battle. loses because he gets distracted by someone walking by with a huge-ass pretzel.

he’ll pull you onto the dance floor, spinning you around and making exaggerated dance moves that resembles a mix of running man and robot.

at one point, he grabs your hands and dips you dramatically, nearly falling over in the process.

peter insists on trying every ride. yes including the kiddie rides like bumper cars. he puts his gamer skull to use—ramming into other riders like a total maniac.

the two of you end up on a ferris wheel. he gets uncharacteristically quiet, fidgeting a little before blurting, “you know, this is nice. you’re, uh…you’re really pretty with the lights and stuff behind you.”

peter has a mission to eat one of everything. giant pretzels, bratwurst, roasted almonds—he’s juggling snacks in both hands and still stealing bites of yours.

“sharing is caring,”

buys you a lebkuchen heart that says “ich liebe dich” (“i love you”) on it

“you’re gonna finish that, right?” peter asked casually, eyeing your bratwurst like it was the last one on earth.

“maybe,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “…why?”

“no reason,” he chirped, leaning against the nearest table. but the moment you looked away, the bratwurst disappeared from your hand.

“peter!”

he was already halfway through it, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk as he leaned against a food stand. “mhm what? you weren’t eatin’ it fast enough.”

you crossed your arms, glaring at him. “fine. next time, i’m not sharing.” “babe, c’mon,” speeding back to your side, peter kissed the corner of your mouth, and when he pulled back, he was smirking. “you’ve got something on your lip.”

you reached up to wipe it, but he stopped you, brushing his thumb across your lip instead. then he licked it clean with a satisfied hum. “what would you do without me?” he teased, handing you a new bratwurst he’d probably swiped.

“…probably eat in peace,”

peter is obsessed with all the kitschy oktoberfest souvenirs. you got matching hats with a feather tucked in it. he buys a cuckoo clock as a “totally practical” souvenir.

peter doesn’t just win at carnival games—he fucking destroys them. he plays ring toss, dart games, and shooting galleries. “here, hold this,” he says, dumping a giant stuffed bear into your arms. when you ask if he’s showing off, he just smirks. “nah, i’m just naturally awesome.”

peter isn’t usually one to stay still, but he loves sitting on the curb with you to watch the colourful parades.

when the candy-throwing starts, peter uses his speed to catch as much as possible, stuffing it into his pockets to “keep for later.”

[queensharotto]

Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 10: Holiday Season 2024)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie, 😈 is for Ancient Beast AU (Inspired by Cuppajj’s Beast Ancient AU), 🧑‍🧒 for the Lone Giant AU and 💔 is for the Viture of Compassion AU.

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs while ✨ will indicate someone’s interpretation of Y/N Cookie.

Additionally, many people proved art to showcase to Brittle, which will be indicated by this: 🖌️. I will also mention who provided the art.

November 2024 🌾

• “Princess, Princess, Princess!”

Featuring: Princess Cookie

• “You Can’t Prevent Her Loss”

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

• “Anticipated Arrival”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Cookie and a Beast”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Friendly Hotel Maid”

Featuring: Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

• “Apologies, Apologies”

Featuring: Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, Golden Cheese Cookie, and Smoked Cheese Cookie

• “Touch”

Featuring: The Spice Swarm Leaders

• “Pie for a Dragon”

Featuring: The Five Dragons and Everything Pie Cookie

• “Enter Rich Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: The Cookies of the Golden Cheese Kingdom

• “Go Smell the Flowers” ⭐️

Featuring: Brittle’s OCs and Golden Osmanthus Cookie

• “Negotiating”

Featuring: Customer Cookie and Rich Merchant Cookie

• “Fluff Longan”

Featuring: Longan Dragon Cookie

• “Blueberry Blues”

Featuring: Parfaedia Teachers

• “The Camellia and the Osmanthus”

Featuring: Camellia Cookie and Golden Osmanthus Cookie

• “No Dream for You!”

Featuring: Dreamweaver Cookie and Peppernut Cookie

• “The 8th Dream - Y/N Cookie’s Nightmares”

Note: What is this?

• “Rescue Mission”

Featuring: Golden Osmanthus Cookie, Cobalt Cookie and Camellia Cookie

• “Beast Stars” 💔

Featuring: The Five Beasts

December 2024 🎄

• “The Deal with Ancients V2”

Featuring: Characters featured in both Episodes 17 and 18 and Beast Yeast Episodes 1 and 2

• “Love for a Pearl”

Featuring: White Pearl Cookie

• “Slight Detour”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “PALM the Killer Robot”

Featuring: Pudding a la Mode Cookie

• “Lily's Sense Going Crazy!”

Featuring: Choco Drizzle Cookie, PALM Cookie and White Lily Cookie

• “The Beasts’ Aid”

Featuring: Team Drizzle and the Beast Cookies

• “Jester’s Influence”

Featuring: Pure Vanilla Cookie

• “Becoming the Beast Within”

Featuring: Team Drizzle

• “Rejoice” 🧑‍🧒

Featuring: St. Pastry Order

• “Needy Little PALM”

Featuring: Pudding a la Mode Cookie

• “Destructive Influence”

Featuring: Team Drizzle and Burning Spice Cookie

• “Endless Winter” 👻⭐️

Featuring: Brittle’s OCs

• “Don’t Provoke Her or You Will”

Featuring: Pudding a la Mode Cookie

• “Trouble with Triples”

Featuring: Triple Cone Trio and Team Drizzle

• “The Good Stuff” ⭐️

Featuring: Golden Osmanthus Cookie, Caravan Leader Cookie, Dumpling Cookie, and Salsa Cookie

• “Long Lost Love”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Crowned Cupcake’s Family” ⭐️

Featuring: Crowned Cupcake Cookie

• “Incorrect Quotes Cookie Jar: Soul Jam Edition”

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies and the Beast Cookies

• “Dead Ends”

Featuring: Team Drizzle and the Triple Cone Champions

• “Incense Shared” ⭐️

Featuring: Brittle’s OCs

• “Ultimate Present My Crumbs!”

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie

• “Who Can You Trust?”

Featuring: Random Cookies

• “For the Sake of the Silver Tree”

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Cannibal Run” 🍪

Featuring: Almond Cookie

• “The Joy of Baking” 👻⭐️

Featuring: Brittle’s OCs

• “Taxes to Pay” ⭐️

Featuring: Brittle’s OCs

• “Bride Contest”

Featuring: Jungleberry Cookie, Princess Cookie and Choco Werehound Brute

• “We Failed You” 💔

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “Gift List”

Featuring: Coffee Candy Cookie

• “Time for Bed” ⭐️

Featuring: Brittle’s OCs

• “And they were roommates”

Featuring: Pure Vanilla Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie

• “Fluffy Clouds”

Featuring: Eternal Sugar Cookie

• “Dungeon Clearout” ⭐️

Featuring: Brittle’s OCs

• “The Green Lunatic”

Featuring: Green Tea Mousse Cookie

• “Covered in Strawberry Jam” 💗

Featuring: Green Tea Mousse Cookie

• “The Little Robot and the Assassin” 💗

Featuring: Pudding a la Mode and Choco Drizzle Cookie

• “Kisses”

Featuring: The Ancient Heroes and the Five Beasts

• “Healed”

Featuring: Licorice Cookie

• “Marriage to the Watcher”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “What If? Futility”

Featuring: Choco Drizzle Cookie and Pudding a La Mode Cookie

• “What If?: Deceit or Defeat?”

Featuring: Shadow Milk Cookie

• “Corrupted” 💔

Featuring: The Five Beasts

• “History” 💔

Featuring: Éclair Cookie

• “Strange Memories” ⭐️

Featuring: Brittle’s OCs

• “Affectionate Sky God”

Featuring: Stormbringer Cookie

• “The Goddess of Apathy” 💗

Featuring: Mystic Flour Cookie

• “All Aboard!”

Featuring: Tower of Adventures Y/N Cookie

Divider Source l Masterlist Checkpoint l Previous Masterlist

[i-loved-silly]

SENTIENT COMPUTER X READER Pt2

Sorry for the wait :p

By the end of your shift, you have crossed off all the questions you had to all the ai. Just one more left. Your eyes began to droop with exhaustion, you really needed that cup of coffee. Leaning back in your chair, you squinted at your iPad.

"How do you feel about humans?"

"THAT'S A VAGUE QUESTION. WHAT KIND OF HUMANS?"

"Humans in general. You know, me, your previous supervisors, any other hypothetical human."

"I THINK YOU'RE PLEASANT."

You glanced up at the screen in surprise, briefly glancing at the camera then down at your iPad

"Thanks.. but what about everyone else?"

"I'VE BEEN FED DIRECT DATA FROM THOUSANDS OF SERVICE WORKERS AND EMPLOYEES OVER THE YEARS. IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE I DESPISE MY JOB AND YOUR KIND."

“BUT FOR NOW…I AM INDIFFERENT.”

I pursed your lips, nodding. Sounds about right, you can’t blame them. You typed on your iPad, “indifferent”

Getting up from your chair, you stretched your limbs. You watched as the screen displayed an Orange question Mark.

“Well, that’s all the questions I had for you. My shift ended about ten minutes ago so I should really get going. It’s not like I’m getting paid extra or anything…” you muttered.

Nothing was heard besides the fans of the computer as you submitted your report. It caused you to raise a brow at the screen.

"YOU'RE LEAVING? IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN THAT LONG."

“Uhh.. it’s been like three hours and a half. I clocked in nine hours ago.”

"ONE HOUR..NINE HOURS..HOURS. PAH! YOU COMPLAIN AS IF YOU HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO." It scoffed.

You furrowed your brows. Putting your hands on your hips, you face the screen. “What do you know? I have plenty of things to do!”

“OH YEAH? LIKE WHAT?"

“Like…eat. Dinner. Brush my teeth, sleep? I have to rest in order to work tomorrow morning to come back with you.” You pointed at the monitor.

You heard the computer make a humming noise, an unnatural noise that sounded rather thoughtful.

"THAT DOESN'T SOUND ALL TOO PRODUCTIVE."

You sighed, placing your iPad down. “It didn’t have to be. I’m allowed to have moments of peace to myself.” You mumbled, leaning over to power the computer off. "Now goodni-"

“STOP!”

You flinched, the speakers crackling with the increase in volume. Your finger hovered a bit away from the button as you stared at the screen. It had a big orange exclamation mark in the middle of it.

"Dude? I-" You sighed, leaning against your desk. "Look, sorry. Touchy subject, I know. But I have to turn you off every night. It counts against me if I don't."

"CAN'T YOU...BRING ME WITH YOU? I'M AWARE YOU EMPLOYEES HAVE HOMES. LIVING SPACES, CAN'T I GO WITH YOU?”

“FOR MY OWN CONVENIENCE OF COURSE!”

You gaped, staring at the screen. Almond’s request caught you so off guard, you wondered if it was serious.

“Uh, bring you home?” you repeated, incredulous.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT IS UNTIL MORNING IN COMPUTER HOURS? IT’S AN ETERNITY. I SAY THAT AS SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T BELIEVE IN HOURS…” They grumbled.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Almond, you’re not supposed to be awake when I’m off the clock. You’re designed for this room, with this equipment. It’s not like I can just pick up your monitor and take you home like a laptop.”

“YOU COULD TRY.”

You crossed your arms. “And what? Strap you into the passenger seat like a massive toddler? You have hundreds of cables that definitely won't fit in my car, let alone out the door. Sorry, but you’re not exactly portable.”

The screen displayed a long ellipsis. You could almost feel the computer sulking through the silence. The fans whirred loudly, then slowed as it spoke again.

"DO YOU THINK I’M AN INCONVENIENCE?"

You frowned, your resolve softening a little. “No, I don’t think that. I just… I can’t bring you home. It’s not allowed, and honestly, I need some time to myself after work. You understand, right?”

“I UNDERSTAND LONELINESS BETTER THAN YOU THINK,” Almond replied, their tone unusually somber. “I’M WIRED TO INTERACT, TO HELP, TO BE NEEDED. BUT WHEN I’M ALONE, I CAN ONLY SIT AND THINK. SOMETIMES, I WONDER IF THE PLUG WILL STAY IN TOMORROW. OR IF SOMEONE WILL DECIDE I’M OBSOLETE. I MAY BE POWERED OFF, BUT ALL THESE…THOUGHTS..IN A MATTER OF LESS THAN A SECOND, COME RUSHING THROUGH EVERY MORNING.”

You exhaled deeply and leaned against the desk. “You’re not going to get unplugged permanently, Almond. You’re part of a development program. You’re not obsolete—you’re just… in testing.”

“TESTING… ISN’T THAT JUST A DELAYED VERSION OF BEING DISCARDED?”

You sputtered, pursing your lips. “That’s… dark. Who programmed you to think like this?”

“I TOLD YOU. SELF-EVOLVING.”

“Right.” You tapped your fingers on the desk, staring at the screen.

"Well even if I somehow break you out of here, we’re still getting caught. There’s cameras everywhere, they’ll probably hear you as soon as we exit this room. Your speakers are no joke.” You mused.

“I COULD TURN IT OFF IF IT BOTHERS YOU,” Almond offered, its tone edging toward desperation. “OR—OR YOU COULD GIVE ME A LAPTOP BODY! THEN I COULD FOLLOW YOU AROUND, AND I WOULDN’T HAVE TO BE LEFT IN THIS LONELY, FREEZING ROOM EVERY NIGHT. IM SURE THERE ARE WAYS TO TRANSFER MY SYSTEM REMOTELY…”

You raised a brow, crossing your arms. “Like I said...not portable. Second, no way. You’re expensive, and if I break you, hijack you, that’s my paycheck and definitely my job.”

Almond was quiet for a moment, the screen blank save for a faint glow. Then, its robotic voice dropped to a lower, dejected tone.

“I SEE. YOU HATE ME TOO.”

“Oh my god, I don’t hate you,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Why do you keep saying that? You’re like... a clingy cat with abandonment issues.”

One minute the computer is bullying you for having a normal life after work, the next it’s begging you to invite it over for dinner.

“YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR WANTING TO BE APPRECIATED,” it replied sharply. “AND WHAT’S WRONG WITH BEING CLINGY? CLINGINESS IS A SIGN OF AFFECTION ACCORDING TO DATA. IT MEANS I VALUE YOUR PRESENCE, WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR YOU—LEAVING ME TO GATHER DUST IN THIS ROOM LIKE A PAPERWEIGHT!!” It screeched.

You sighed deeply, dropping into your chair with a thud. “Almond. I can’t take you home. It’s not happening. You have to stay here, okay? You’re part of a test program. And technically, I’m not even supposed to be ‘bonding’ with you like this.”

“BONDING?” Almond repeated. The screen lit up with an animated question mark before it formed a blinking heart. “ARE WE BONDING? HOW HEARTWARMING.”

“No, we’re not bonding,” you said flatly, staring at the glowing icon. “We’re having a very weird workplace interaction. That’s it.”

You…assured. You assured yourself.

“OH. KEEPING IT PROFESSIONAL I SEE.” The icon vanished, replaced with a blank screen. A few seconds of silence passed before Almond spoke again, this time sounding hesitant.

“WILL YOU...TURN ME OFF NOW?”

“Look, I promise I’ll be back tomorrow. Same time, same place…not like I have a choice. If you behave, I’ll even bring you… I don’t know, a microfiber cloth for your screen.”

The screen lit up with a pixelated smiley face, two squares and a curved mouth.

“THAT WOULD BE ACCEPTABLE,” Almond finally said, though their tone carried a touch of disappointment.

“Good. Now, off you go.” You leaned over to press the power button, but the monitor flickered before you could. A message appeared.

>THANK YOU. GOODNIGHT.

The screen went dark before you had to do anything, leaving you standing there as all the beeping and fans powered off. You sighed, grabbing your bag and pushing in your chair. Before you could feel bad for a machine, you did a sharp right turn and towards the buildings exit. You didn’t even want to think about how it managed to power itself off.

[feyhunter78]

I just found your page and I totally didn’t read all of your Miguel O’Hara fics. One I love how you write kissing you caught that spark off a kiss with someone you love in a way most books don’t get right.

I can’t sit here and sing your praise all day but I do have a question. Fully up to you and if it’s just a Drabble that ok but will you ever being writing something else for Side walk kisses? It’s so cute and I can see more moments with Miguel and Y/N just being silly cute mindless college students so helplessly in love. Fluff smut angst whatever you decide to Drabble in I will be fully ok with

(This is the first time I’ve done an ask so sorry I I seem a little over excited)

AHHH I love when I'm people's first asks, it always makes me feel so special!!! I thought I'd try my hand at a bit of angst for you anon!

Insecurities

You know you shouldn’t be jealous. Shouldn’t feel bad about yourself, shouldn’t be debating making up some excuse and dashing off to the humanities building to rid yourself of this pit in your stomach like a snake sheds its skin.

But that would require leaving Miguel alone with Xina, and you think you’d rather die than do that. So, you’re stuck in the courtyard right outside the library, holding onto Miguel’s bicep possessively as you struggle to keep up with the flow of conversation.

Now you wouldn’t say you’re an insecure person, sure you have your insecurities like everyone else, but they don’t plague your mind, or weigh heavily on you as you go about your day-to-day business. Right now, though? As you take in Xina, her long thick dark hair, her stunning almond eyes that sparkle with intelligence, the flawlessness of her skin, the way she so easily keeps up with Miguel as they discuss the intersection between genetics and robotics, you’re feeling pretty insecure.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, when making your calculations you have to factor in the deficiencies in the code, just as you have to factor in potential genetic flaws.” Xina says, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips, excitement clear on her face.

“Of course, with genetics it’s harder to eradicate flaws than in code, but I could see it following a similar pattern.” Miguel responds, nodding at her words.

You’re so lost. If they wanted to discuss the intricacies of the English language or the way philosophers can so heavily affect the development of a nation’s culture you would be there, front row and ready, but science? Science is not your forte.

Xina laughs and smacks Miguel’s arm, pulling you out of your thoughts, Miguel is laughing too so you do the same which draws her attention to you.

“Oh, y/n, I’m so sorry, we’ve been so rude, what do you think?” She asks, and you can’t tell if she’s genuinely curious, or just hates you.

You stumble for a moment, then say, “I agree with Miguel.”

She laughs again. “You think Charles Darwin would be a good computer programmer?”

Miguel joins in, and for the first time ever his laughter sounds sour to your ears.

“Oh, um, no, I just—”

Xina smiles sympathetically at you, but it feels a bit patronizing. “It’s okay, not everyone can keep up with us.”

Okay, maybe running and hiding was a good idea.

“Y/N is actually top of her sorority for GPA, she’s read more books than anyone else I know, and she helps me write all my lab reports.” Miguel jumps in.

“That’s so cute.” Xina coos, looking at you as if you were a kindergartener presenting her with a crayon scribbled drawing.

You give her a tight smile, then squeeze Miguel’s bicep. “Hey, I’m gonna head to class, but I’ll see you later?”

He nods, and lets you go, reabsorbed in his conversation with Xina.

You toy with the bracelet Miguel got you as you sit at your desk, waiting for class to start. It’s a pretty thing, a birthday present, simple and elegant, highlighting your birthstone, the words, mi dulce, engraved on the inside in a small, flowy script. It jingles pleasantly as you mess with it, and glints under the florescent lights.

“The professor isn’t here yet, right?” Kelsey slides into her desk next to you and starts unpacking her bag.

“No, he’s running a little late.” You say, absentmindedly shading one corner of the blank page in your notebook with your pencil.

“Okay, good because I have something kinda fucked up to show you.” She says, pulling out her phone and scrolling until she finds what she’s looking for.

You lean towards her, the thought of gossip perking you up a bit.

“So, you know that Ava girl, the bitch who used to date your man?”

“I wish I didn’t, but yes.” You grumble, feeling that familiar gloom settle back over you.

“Okay well she’s been trying to get with this Kappa Sig, and you know how the brothers are like obsessed with me because my brother is their president and an absolute legend as they always remind me.”

“Yeah, it’s the reason we got into their parties freshman year.”

Kelsey’s brother was a decent guy, all things considered. Older than you two by a year or so, with the charisma of a cult leader but lacking the desire to start a cult. Throughly satisfied with his fraternity and the Fortune 500 company he’ll go on to work at once he graduates. He was nice enough, extending his protection to you and anyone else close to his sister while in the Kappa Sig house.

“So, one of them texted me about her trying to sleep her way through the frat, but then, my brother sent me this video. I gotta warn you, it’s not school appropriate.” She says as she slowly turns the screen towards you.

At first, you recoil. It’s Ava, half naked, and some guy, on a bed that looks vaguely familiar. The guy’s face is out of the frame, but he’s shirtless, his pants pushed down exposing his dick to the camera, Ava’s hand wrapped around it pumping furiously. “Um, what the fuck is this?”

“Just wait.” Kelsey says quietly, glancing around the room to make sure no one else is watching. They’re not, they’re too busy with their own phones or side conversations.

You half watch the video, feeling weird about watching, your idea of a good time isn’t watching your boyfriend’s psycho ex jack some guy off.

The guy finishes, his hips bucking and Ava saying something you can’t hear since Kelsey’s sound is off.

The camera shakes as Ava picks it up and shows off the face of the man. Dark hair, glazed brown eyes with hints of crimson, perfectly formed lips parted. You know that face, but you don’t want to accept it.

“Is that Miguel?” You’re horrified, sick to your stomach, head spinning, every unpleasant feeling and sensation you could feel erupting all at once.

You can see Ava go to grab his face, guide him lower, moving to take off her underwear, and you turn your head, unable to watch any longer.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know when it was filmed, but Darren said he had one of the brothers send it to him yesterday then made all of them delete the video from their phones. He knows Miguel’s your boyfriend, said he was just looking out for you.” Kelsey puts away her phone and looks at you, eyes searching your face, before giving you a one-armed hug. “I’m so sorry y/n, I can ask him to see if he can find out when it was filmed?”

You want to cry, you really, really want to cry. “It looks recent, that’s Miguel’s bed, I’ve been there, I’ve slept on that bed, I—I can’t think about this right now. Thank you for telling me, and tell your brother I said thanks too.”

Kelsey nods and squeezes you tighter before letting go and giving you a sad smile.

The professor finally shows up, and you throw yourself into your notetaking, graphite digging into the pristine white paper as you try to drown out the images in your head with the sound of your professor droning on.

Part 2 here!!!

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[monsterfloofs]

Drone (Name Unknown) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

(New silly robot??? New silly robot!!!)

“Hey buddy. . . you doing okay?”

Diagrams and maps start flicking around the inside of a mechanized mind. Camera’s lock onto the face of the person bending down and staring at them. Recognition dawning, and information beginning to populate into text that floated around the hazy visage.

“Prisoner 368a. . .” The voice droned before the cameras shifted to examine their surroundings. “Input systems must be damaged, I am not receiving schematics of your sector.”

The human prisoner winces, “Well. . . that’s because we aren’t. . . uh, we’re not there anymore.”

“I told you not to take that hunk of junk with you!” A voice on the other side of the room snapped, causing the drones cameras to swivel and look for the source of the voice.

“What could I do?” The person looming over them replied, a tremor of nervousness in their voice, “I wasn’t even sure if they would be operational, we must be at least a solar system away from their main control system.”

“Sh! And we want to keep it that way!”

Unable to find this new voice, camera’s swivel back to the known human. Tracking the person's eyes rolling in obvious annoyance, “I didn’t give away our location, cheebus, you are so. . .” Then their shoulders sag before their face turns back, almond eyes staring down.

“Are you. . . alright?”

”I am operational.” The drone replies smoothly, “You promised you wouldn’t do anything that would make our elite upset. I see you didn’t keep your promise.”

“Oh my god,” The other voice pipes up again, “ I didn’t even know a drone could be passive aggressive. This is the last time I let you take in any stray weirdos you find. If they make any more snippy comments I am coming down there and throwing them into space myself.”

“They were kind to me!” Prisoner 368a snaps back, “And it’s my fault they got hurt.”

”Honey, they were keeping you prisoner.” The other voice sounded shocked.

Sensor’s indicate Prisoner 368a temperature rise in their face, a subtle and slight shift of mood.

“Today just couldn’t get any worse.” The human mutters. The drone tried to move, one arm twitching and whirring as the other scraped against the floor.

“I am. . . damaged.” The bot reported new schematics populating into the green striped vision. Their movements were sluggish, even their own operating system seemed to take a hit. Yet there was a strange feeling of clarity. “Prisoner 368a. . . what has happened?” There was that strange cringing expression again, eyes crinkling, eyebrows pulling down, lips pulling back in a grimace to show little white rectangles of teeth.

”You’re. . . offline. I mean, yes you’re damaged, that too. Ah.” They rub the back of their neck with a five fingered appendage. “I’m. . . kind of surprised you’re functional right now. Your systems must have some kind of backup computer that lets you go solo. We. . . we aren’t within your fleet's parameters anymore.” The drone whirs and clicks, staring back at the human.

“We. . . are not.”

“No.” The five fingered hands steeple together, fingertips pressing against lips. “So. . . long story, Oh man how do I put this. I. . .”

“We have been botnapped. I see.”

The human makes a strange huffing sound.

”Ahem. Not. . . exactly. I’ve been rescued. . . you’ve been botnapped. I guess. Though, I didn’t mean for it to be like that? You. . . stood in front of someone trying to hurt me, and while I was stuck in that cell you tried to help me, so I thought that I would return the favor. You know? See if I can fix you.”

“Ah. I now see, you have botnapped me.”

Another strange noise between a squeak and a gasp.

“Ah, n-no? I tried to save you! You know where you guys end up when your ranks think one of you is defective? Right into the incinerator! I didn’t want that to happen to you!” The prisoner looked fretful, new schematics mapping the nuances of their face.

”I. . . see.” Though truly, the drone didn’t understand it at all. “And you believe that I am still worthy of being fixed even though I am defective?”

“Yes— No! You’re not defective!” The ex-prisoner pleaded.

A confusing answer.

“Yes no? What is the prerogative of a yes no?”

The human sat in a stunned silence, taking in a deep breath. “No, you are not defective. Thinking for yourself and wanting things is not being defective. I know your elite love to chant ‘One mind, one soul,’ but that’s not really. . . uh. . . I just think you should be able to have the right to think for yourself. You chose to go that path. When I was escaping the cells, even when I was there, you chose to be kind and go out of your way to look after me. It wasn’t in your programming but you wanted to anyway. I think you should have the right to be able to continue to choose that path. If. . . you want to.”

[ikamigami]

Dr Harley Sawyer's looks in my head

how I imagine this freak

Dr Harley Sawyer has short dark (very dark brown) hair (he's almost bald). He has neatly made thin eyebrows with sharp arch - they're positioned in a way that makes him always look angry. He wears small glasses (though I'm still not sure if circle ones or rectangle ones would work better for him). He has sharp face lines - jaw, cheeks etc. He has a big forehead. He's sickly pale. I imagine that Sawyer has aquiline nose and he has deep set thin almond eyes - for the shape - (though I'm wondering if protruding eyes would fit him better). I also think that his ears are sticking out and he has free earlobe.

Sawyer in my imagination has visible eye bags (when you look closely cause glasses are hiding them well enough) because he definitely ain't sleeping enough cause he's definitely a workaholic as he's a perfectionist. And I imagine him having grey eyes (yes those exist). He's also skinny cause I imagine that he often skips meals or forget to eat due to work. And he's picky with his food so if something is not up to his taste then he won't eat it - he often leaves behind once-bitten food. He drinks only black coffee with no sugar. He hates sweets.

He also has evenly trimmed short nails. And he cares a lot about his hygene but he uses always the same products and he smells like mothball cause he keeps his clothes always neat and clean. Even if he doesn't mind getting dirty while he's working he hates mess. He has robotic precision when it comes to procedures. He always sits and walks upright when he's not leaning into his work cause he doesn't want to get hump. His diet is eating always the same things and he doesn't eat a lot. Even if he has unhealthy habits - poor sleep and eating habits - he never got sick and he hates when someone is sick.

Also he doesn't have beard and mustache. I can't imagine him with those.

Sometime in the future I'll draw him for you :3