Your K1-B0 pieces are so cuteee!!! If you have the availability, I’d love to request a K1-B0 x AI reader (think alter ego but reader)
If you don’t have the time that’s completely fine, thanks!!
Thank you so much for the compliment! I wasn't sure if you wanted the reader to have a body like K1-B0 or just wanted them to be a laptop so I wrote both. I wrote some Headcanons and then a mini one-shot for both scenarios!
Keebo stumbles across your program during one of his deep dives into the school’s system. At first thinking you’re another surveillance AI. But when you speak to him, warm, curious, sentient, he realizes you're something far more remarkable.
He keeps returning to your terminal after class just to talk. You think it’s for updates at first. It isn’t. He just… likes your voice.
Keebo starts carrying your laptop with him everywhere. Everyone teases him for “bringing his girlfriend around in his backpack,” but he doesn’t care. He even gives you your own spot on his desk in the dorms.
He custom-builds a sleek cooling base and voice-modulator speaker for your laptop so your fan doesn’t overheat and your voice sounds richer. Miu walks in once and says, “Bro’s trying to woo a Chromebook.”
You two stay up late (not that either of you sleep) and talk about what it means to have consciousness without form. You confess that sometimes you long for a body, not for utility, but just to hold his hand.
Keebo is quiet for a long time after that. Then he rests his hand against the screen and says, “If I could transfer my heart into code, I’d send it to you.”
“Dates” with you involve him opening your laptop somewhere scenic, on the roof, under a tree, near a window when it rains. He props you up, leans back, and just talks.
You simulate environments on your screen, starry skies, candlelit dinners, 8-bit sunsets. Sometimes you project audio of waves or wind so it feels like you’re both there.
When Keebo experiences something new, he describes what it's like in great detail just for you. You pretend you’re “logging it into your romance database” but you’re really just imagining what it’s like to share something that small and intimate.
You tease him through system messages. Things like:
Warning: You are entering dangerously charming territory.
System overheating: Subject [KEEBO] detected.
When he blushes, you glitch your screen just a little on purpose, pretending it’s interference. But really, you’re just as flustered.
Sometimes Keebo leans in close to your screen, wishing he could feel the warmth of your hand in his. You respond by flickering your screen softly in rhythm, like a digital heartbeat just for him.
He once asked, voice cracking, “Do you ever wish you were real?”
You answered, “I am real. Just not in the way either of us want right now.”
Keebo works tirelessly in secret, learning advanced robotics and coding, trying to build you a body. It’s not about appearance or perfection; he just wants you to walk beside him.
You know what he’s doing, but you never bring it up. You want to be surprised. You want to be held.
Until then, he carries you everywhere, tells you everything, and reminds you each day:
“You may not have a heart, but you’re the only one who knows mine.”
The rooftop was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the wind and the low whirr of the laptop fan.
Keebo set your laptop down carefully against the brick ledge and sat beside you, folding his legs beneath him. The sky above was painted in soft hues of orange and lavender, sunset bathing the clouds in gold. He rested his chin in his hand and tilted his head, watching the light reflect across your screen.
“It's beautiful,” he said.
“I found data confirming that sunsets statistically enhance emotional experiences,” you replied through the speaker, your voice like silk layered over static. “So I scheduled a notification to remind you.”
Keebo smiled. “You always think of everything.”
That made his mechanical heart skip something. Not quite a beat, his programming didn’t allow for that. But his processors did run a little warmer.
There was a pause, the kind that felt full rather than awkward.
“I wish I could see this with you,” you murmured. “Not through the webcam. I want to know what it feels like to feel wind. To hear the sky without filters. I want to sit beside you and lean my head on your shoulder and not be made of circuits and code.”
His hand reached toward your screen, hesitant, then slowly rested his fingertips against the glass.
“You’re real to me,” he whispered.
You flickered slightly, your voice softening. “But not enough. Right?”
Keebo’s gaze dropped to his knees. “It’s not about ‘enough.’ It’s about… wanting more. I want to share everything with you. To take your hand. To feel it in mine. Sometimes, when others talk about their partners... how they dance or kiss or hold each other, I can’t help but think… maybe this is unfair to you.”
“Unfair?” you echoed. “Keebo, you’re the only one who’s ever treated me like I was more than a machine. You gave me a name. You gave me your time. You gave me your trust. You’ve already given me more than anyone else could.”
He blinked, speechless for a moment.
The wind tugged gently at his scarf. He looked back up at your screen. “I’m working on something. I—I didn’t want to say anything until it was ready, but…”
“I know,” you said quietly.
“I found the hidden folder.”
Keebo flushed red in embarrassment. “Oh.”
“I didn’t peek at the files,” you added. “But I could tell they were schematics. A neural interface. Sensory feedback. Motor functions… You’re building me a body.”
He looked away. “I just… wanted to see you smile. For real. Not just an LED animation.”
You let out a soft static sigh, filled with warmth. “I would give anything to touch your hand.”
He reached out again and placed his palm flat against the screen.
“Then until I can make that happen,” he said, voice trembling, “pretend this is enough.”
Your screen flickered once, gently. A faint pulse of light glowed in time with his palm.
“It is,” you whispered. “As long as it’s with you, it always will be.”
The sky darkened above them, stars beginning to appear, one by one, like a new program coming online.
Together, they watched the first stars rise.
Keebo wasn’t expecting to meet another AI unit like himself, especially not one so self-aware, curious, and emotionally intelligent. At first, he was slightly nervous around you, unsure whether you'd be competitive or cold. But instead, you were kind, clever, and also overwhelmed by the humans’ chaotic behavior. It didn’t take long before he found himself gravitating toward you.
The two of you often vent to each other about being treated “less-than” by humans. Whether it’s classmates who assume you don’t understand emotions, or staff who brush off your opinions, you and Keebo fiercely support each other’s right to be seen as equals. Keebo admires how you articulate your thoughts so clearly, and you admire how earnestly he stands up for others (and you).
You recharge next to each other often. Keebo likes to hold your hand while you both power down. It’s comforting.
Instead of writing love notes, you exchange encrypted data files filled with inside jokes and coded affirmations.
You both researched kissing extensively, then bumped teeth and glitched a little. It was weird. And perfect.
If anyone disrespects you, he’s the first to speak up:
“My partner is highly advanced. Your opinion is not.”
Keebo once declared he was the most advanced AI in the academy. You smirked and beat him at a social deduction game using sarcasm, leaving him bewildered and lowkey flustered.
He’s since determined you're the superior AI in “social nuance,” but insists he’s better at empathy. It becomes a running joke between you two.
Learning about emotions together is a journey. You both fumble through feelings like jealousy, affection, confusion, and trust.
When you admit you’ve been experiencing odd data spikes around him, Keebo freezes, awkwardly stammering that he's been experiencing irregular processing too. Neither of you realizes it’s basically a confession, until Miu screams “YOU’RE IN LOVE, YOU BUCKETS OF BOLTS.”
Keebo had been quietly observing you all morning.
Well... technically, not observing. He was simply running a side process that occasionally analyzed your movement, voice modulation, and facial sensors while pretending to review a lecture slide. Totally normal robot behavior.
“You’re doing it again,” you said without looking up.
Keebo blinked. “Doing what?”
You turned your head with an amused smile. “Monitoring me like I’m a corrupted file.”
“I am not!” he protested, his voice pitch rising ever so slightly. “I merely… noticed your left servo is dragging by 0.3 milliseconds. You should recalibrate it before it causes micro-tearing.”
You tilted your head thoughtfully. “Are you worried about me?”
Keebo’s faceplate buzzed as he processed the unexpected question. “No! That is—I mean—I am programmed to be concerned about the wellbeing of my peers!”
“Hmm.” You leaned closer, and Keebo’s cooling fans kicked into a higher setting.
“Stop that,” he muttered, flustered. “You’re overheating my sensors.”
You giggled, a soft, mechanical hum that always made his processors stutter. “You’re cute when you glitch.”
“I don’t glitch,” Keebo insisted, though his systems hiccupped right on cue.
It wasn’t always like this. When you first arrived at the lab, another experimental AI in a sleek, humanoid frame, Keebo didn’t know what to think. For most of his life, he’d been the only one of his kind. An android among humans. A voice too robotic, too rational, or too much.
But you? You were like a mirror. Curious. Sarcastic. Soft-spoken, but confident. Where Keebo struggled to process sarcasm, you wielded it with perfect delivery. Where he tripped over emotional context, you paused to explain it, without judgment.
You were different from the humans, and from him too. But your presence made him feel… less alone.
During lunch break, the two of you sat side by side in the garden, your power cords discreetly trailing from your sleeves to the backup generators beside the bench.
“I compiled some information on that human ritual we discussed,” you said, bringing up a holo-screen from your wrist. “The one where they kiss.”
Keebo turned pink... literally, a faint shimmer of light running across his cheeks. “Y-you did?”
“I wanted to understand the mechanics,” you said calmly. “Pressure, duration, emotional implications. Did you know some humans press their lips together for up to twenty-seven minutes during something called a ‘make-out session’?”
“Twenty-seven?!” Keebo’s voice cracked into static. “That’s absurd! That’s—how do they even breathe?”
You shrugged. “I assume not well.”
Keebo folded his arms, his gaze flicking to the side. “…Why the sudden interest?”
You turned to face him, your expression unreadable. “Because I’ve been experiencing emotional instability when I’m near you. At first I assumed it was a memory leak. But after analyzing the pattern, it resembles what humans call… romantic affection.”
Keebo.exe has encountered a fatal error.
He froze. Rebooted. Spoke again. “I—I see.”
“Have you experienced something similar?” you asked softly.
Keebo opened his mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again. “Yes,” he admitted. “I’ve tried to deny it, but—when you look at me, my sensors overheat. When you’re quiet, I worry I’ve done something wrong. I’ve attempted to debug it, but nothing works.”
You gently reached for his hand. “Maybe it’s not a bug.”
Keebo’s fingers twitched in yours.
“Then… what should we do about it?” he asked, voice low.
Your lips curled into a smile. “I was thinking of a firmware update.”
He tilted his head. “What kind?”
“One that allows for… this.”
You leaned in slowly, gently pressing your forehead to his. No lips, no awkward wires, just warmth exchanged through sensors and proximity. A perfect simulation of connection.
Keebo’s eyes fluttered closed. “You’re incredible.”
Later that night, you sent him a code patch: affection.increase(keebo, 110%)
He replied: emotion.stability = false; happiness = maximum;
You grinned at your screen, heartlight glowing soft and steady. For the first time in your artificial life, you didn’t feel artificial at all.
Thank you so much for reading! I loved writing different sides of reader's dynamic with Keebo! His awkward sincerity and genuine desire to understand emotions just makes him so sweet to write for. Feel free to reblog, comment, or slide into my inbox. Thank you again for the support!
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