#googleplier x gn!reader

[leighsartworks216]

i had a funny thought the other day. google but with reader who can’t spell worth their life hcs? (inspired by me and my own google searches. take your time as it’s just a silly little prompt <3) -☀️

Google just staring at my search history like a parent who just walked in on their child watching porn

I'm writing this on my phone so I apologize for any formatting issues

(I also wrote "gluff" while writing the tags 💀)

--

- you're just like typin away

- and google of course is curious

- (he hangs around under the guise of "studying the human race to better understand and destroy them")

- but oh my god

- your google doc is full of red underlines and he's just like

- babe

- what the fuck

- he has to just watch in abject horror

- you delete an entire sentence to correct a pronoun

- AND THEN YOU RETYPE THE SENTENCE

- he is BAFFLED

- you misspelled "a"

- HOW DO YOU MISSPELL "A"???

- at some point (after you try very enthusiastically to spell "Renaissance"), he just has to take over

- he pushes you chair away or steals your laptop, even your phone if he has to

- it doesn't matter what you're working on he just HAS to fix this

- then he meticulously goes through and corrects every single word, tense and pronoun until he is satisfied

- if you write in all lowercase when writing like a story or an essay or whatever, he will die inside

- when he hands it back, he almost warns you to be more aware of your spelling errors, but you look so baffled and grateful for what he's just done that he just grunts and walks away

- he's also definitely the kind of person to stare over your shoulder and correct you as you write

- god forbid you ever text him

- "You used the incorrect 'your' in your sentence. It should have been 'You're coming over later, right?'"

".... YOU'RE uninvited"

- please someone save this animatronic man

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Kinktober day 19 - deep throating & somno

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 19 of Kinktober is: deep throating & somno  - Googleplier x gn reader. Hope you had some sweet dreams before or after this ;3

Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 500+

Tags/warnings: somnophilia, oral, face fucking, deep throating, slight condescending praise, reader gets called slut

When you had fallen asleep on the couch, you had been alone in the house, and you had no intention for it to be anything but a quick nap.

So when you wake and there is barely any light in the room, you’re a little confused. It doesn’t help that what woke you was not the alarm from your phone, but something hitting the back of your throat.

You rather quickly realize it’s Google’s cock, the slight synthetic taste and feel of his pre-cum filling your mouth. He chuckles above, withdrawing just enough so his cock isn’t overwhelming you anymore.

“My readings said you needed the sleep, but you have also expressed desire to try somnophilia at an earlier point, so I simply indulged in that fantasy of yours.” His hips twitch forward again, his hand in your hair keeping your head in place on the edge of the couch.

You feel the drool going down the side of your mouth, adding to the pool of it you can feel pooling under your cheek. He must have been going for a while, and the thought of that makes heat pool in your stomach and your arousal stir. Google chuckles above you, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at the slow pace he has chosen.

“A perfect slut, even when asleep.” You groan around his cock, seconds later it hits the back of your throat again, making you choke.

“So willing, so desperate for a superior beings cock.” You try to bob your head along with him, but his steel grip on your hair keeps you from moving an inch.

“Mouth made to be filled.” Google speeds up, now almost every thrust of his hips pushes you down as far as you will go on his cock.

More often than not you choke, and your arm shoots out to grab at his hip.

Not to tap out, but to ground yourself, the feeling of just being used like this making arousal thrum throughout your whole body.

You make sure to suck and hollow your cheeks as best as you can, but it’s hard with how Google moves and fills your mouth. Not that you mind, heat pooling in your stomach, making you leak, and whimper around his cock. If your eyes weren’t closed and you weren’t at the weird sideways angle, you’re sure would be able to see him smirk as he groans, followed by a chuckle.

When he cums, it’s with a glitching growl of your name with his cock pressed as far in your mouth and throat as it will go. You drink down every drop of cum you can, but you know some spill out over his crotch and balls, so when he pulls out, you’re quick to lean forward to lick it all clean.

The noise Google lets out is rumble, dangerously close to a purr as you clean him up, making sure you get every drop into your mouth.

“What a pretty slut you are.” His hand in your hair is looser now, making you look up at him as he pushes a thumb inside your mouth and presses it down on your tongue.

“Such a useful little mouth.”

[frostbite-fics]

To Be of Service- Google x GN!Reader

This started as a thought exercise about how advanced androids could help in home medical care and turned into this.

Content warnings: References to PTSD, mild depiction of panic attacks and nightmares

Word count: 1400+

Google IRL. 

The revolutionary product, designed to make your life so much easier. With dozens of customizable programming options, they could do most anything you needed. They were even used in applications previously reserved for service animals. Guiding the visually impaired, monitoring vitals to predict a seizure, performing household tasks that proved difficult for a person. They really were amazing things, feats of modern programming.

And now you had one. At the recommendation of your care team, you finally got your own Google IRL. The doctors made the suggestion because an android would be more beneficial to aid your recovery than a service dog.

Please read instructions completely before operating your Google IRL device.

The booklet went over all the basics of owning and operating your Google android, including basic setup, commands, limitations, maintenance, and troubleshooting. With a hesitant breath, you started the android up. His eyes opened and looked around the room quickly before settling on your face.

"Good afternoon, I am your Google IRL android. For your convenience I have been preloaded with several protocols and programs to assist with daily life. Would you like me to go over them now?"

"Please do," you responded quietly.

"I have been preloaded with protocols for several household tasks, such as cleaning, food preparation, and household maintenance. I have standard functionality to perform first aid and reach out to emergency services if needed. My primary objective is to assist with daily activities and answer questions as quickly and efficiently as possible. Does this explanation suffice?"

"Yes, Google. Let's begin with the initial setup."

It took a while to get all the basic setup out of the way and let Google connect to the servers to update. You made sure the list of protocols the doctors had listed for you were installed and functional. It was strange at first, having a robot that seemed so human milling about in your home, but after a few days you found a sort of balance. You hadn't done much beyond the included tests with the additional protocols, hoping that when they were needed he would be able to do them properly.

For the first few weeks he was mostly making use of his basic protocols, doing tasks around the house and keeping track of appointments. He would go out with you on errands, which made the whole thing so much easier. When you had trouble speaking, he was your voice. When you didn't have the energy to take care of yourself, he was there. It was the simple act of him existing with you, the promise of him being there in a bad situation that made the initial awkwardness worth it. He was usually quiet, but had seemed to develop a personality as time went on. You had asked him once if he wanted you to call him something other than Google, but he had nonchalantly told you that you could call him whatever you pleased, and he would register it to his memory. You decided to think on it another time.

~

Oh no, not this nightmare again. You were haunted with the memories of the past, the things you had been through. You knew you were dreaming. You always did now, when you had this nightmare. Please wake up already. It was no use. The dream continued on, showing you the painful reminders of your past. No, stop. No more. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!

You shot upright in bed, chest heaving. It felt tight and heavy and full of ice. You looked around the room, trying to ground yourself.

"Y/N." You yelped in surprise and fear. "Your vitals suddenly spiked. Are you alright? Would you like me to perform a medical scan?"

"N-no Google. Please just come here, and can you turn on the light?"

"Of course," the soft light flicked on and you watched Google approach the bedside. "Shall I begin the panic attack protocol?"

"Please, Google."

With a nod, he sat beside you, gently taking your hand. "Please follow along with me as I guide you through a breathing exercise. This will help regulate your heart rate and lower your adrenaline and cortisol levels."

He led you through breathing exercises and grounding techniques, until the trembling of your body calmed and your heart rate returned to normal. In this moment you were very grateful to have been recommended Google instead of a service dog. "Your vitals are regulating to satisfactory levels. Would you like me to get you a glass of water and something to eat?"

"Yes, please. Thank you, Google. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Of course, Y/N. I am here to assist you. I'll return shortly with water, and something light to eat." 

He returned minutes later with a glass of water and a granola bar and watched you intently until both the water and the granola bar were gone. He silently took the wrapper and the glass from you, and you vaguely heard his footsteps as he padded around the kitchen before returning to your side again. He looked at you so gently, if it wasn't for the faint glow in his eyes, he'd look completely human.

"Google? Can you lay with me?" You felt embarrassed just asking. Logically as his owner, of course he'd agree, but it still felt awkward to ask.

"Certainly," he carefully laid down on the bed. "What would you like me to do now?"

"H-hold me. Please…" you whispered, almost hoping he didn't hear. He shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you gently.

"Is this adequate?" He asked, equally quiet. You nodded, leaning into his embrace and laying your head on his shoulder. For a few minutes you just curled against him, trying to relax enough to sleep again. "You are crying. Am I hurting you?"

"No! No, I just… I'm overwhelmed. I don't like walking up from nightmares and feeling like I'm back there again."

"I understand now. Crying is an excellent way to regulate yourself when feeling overwhelmed. I recommend you allow yourself the opportunity to release your emotions. I assure you that whatever you dreamt about that scared you so much, I will protect you. You are safe in my care."

You buried your face in his chest, squeaking out a small "thank you" before your body shook from the sobs racking themselves through your body. His hand gently stroked your hair, and that gentle affection was so much more comforting than you could put into words. You hiccuped as more tears fell from your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," you sobbed. "I'm sorry you have to put up with me clinging to you like this."

"Don't apologize. There is nothing I'd rather be doing than comforting you at this moment. Please let this work its way through you. I'm not going anywhere and I've got you. You're safe."

He held you until you shed your last tear. You fell asleep, cradled against him and woke still in his arms. You slowly looked towards his face, expecting him to be staring at the ceiling. His eyes were closed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he really was just another human like you. He really was an amazing feat of science. “Y/N, I see you’re awake.” he turned his face towards you, “Are you feeling adequately rested?”

“Given the circumstances, I’m feeling well enough.” You sat up slowly, checking the time. 9:27 AM.

“I felt it appropriate to disable your alarm as your sleep was severely impacted last night and you do not have anything on your schedule until 1 PM. Shall I prepare you breakfast?” You nodded wordlessly, slipping out of bed and heading to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Entering the kitchen carding your hands through your still damp hair, you saw Google at the stove. You sat down, watching him cook with carefully calculated motions. He set the plate on the table in front of you and immediately began cleaning up. The comfortable silence settled into the room as you finished your meal.

“Would you like me to accompany you to your appointment this afternoon?” You nodded, feeling silently grateful to have such a wonderful android in your life.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist + DNIs

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Monster/Royalty AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Royal fem reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Limes

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

Yandere stuff

BATIM/BATDR stuff (Once again, only human characters please. If you want to fuck an ink monster then I'm making it human, somehow.)

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

People who kept complaining about the red eyes in the FNAF movie

MHA fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating. Mark legit stopped collaborating with other youtubers for a while because people kept shipping him w them)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

People who defend race-bending

Transphobes

Categories:

FANDOMS:

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!)

Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Demonic charms, Part 1 (Darkiplier x female reader || TWs: None)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy:

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Actor Mark:

Do it for me~? (Actor Mark x GN reader || TWs: None)

Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Cool Patrol Mark:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye:

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Jameson Jackson:

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

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Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Crankgameplays egos

Blankgameplays:

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Unus:

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Mad Mike:

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Winx Club:

Binded by Shadows (Ch1,Pt1)

I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

[orange-waterfalls]

G-Bots (TM)

Googleplier (x4) x viewer!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Funny story! I am no longer physically capable of writing normally! I tried so hard to be normal and just veered off into SCP/Cryptid viewer territory because I like expanding on the idea that the viewer is Not Human! Anyways, you’re hanging out with the Googles. That is it. Nothing is wrong. You do not recognize the bodies in the water haha anyways I think I like went a little creepypasta-esque at the end there but it’s fine I think probably. It’s fine. Might be a little weird in terms of story, but i think this was more focused on world building to me. Probably seen as more platonic than romantic, but see it however you wish. Enjoy!

Word count: 2.5k

G-Bots (TM)

You wheezed just a bit as you sped through wherever-the-fuck you were. Sure, maybe that was a bad idea. Sure, Dark was a little bit threatening and SURE, you were supposed to be back by now, and the fact that you weren’t back with Mark trying to convince him NOT to split up was the tiniest bit problematic. You weren’t even sure this was a building? Were you in the void? Goddammit, not again…

You stopped, concluding that this was bullshit and you did not want to do it right now. You bent over, hands on your knees and took deep breaths. You stared into the emptiness for a bit, then looked around for a moment, just trying to figure things out. You needed to reassess. It was basically one big, long hallway with random twists and terms every few meters. You’d always end up back at the paintings of… them… and knew you’d gone too far. You did that over, and over, and over again. At this point you thought Dark had just forgotten about you. You took a deep breath in and let it out. You stood up straight and looked up at the paintings. You heard their voices echo through your head a bit. You squeezed your eyes shut and your head twitched.

“You’re alright… you’re ok… cool it…” You whispered to yourself. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Meditate. Think.

You looked on either side of the hall and, for the first time, you noticed doors extending down into the void and not stopping. You let out a breath. You felt a slight sense of dread. Something was telling you not to enter the rooms. Some little voice in the back of your head that sounded suspiciously like Mark. But, hey, what else were you gonna do?

“Ok… do i want to enter the door on the left or the door on the right?” You asked yourself. You paused to think about it. After a few seconds you felt yourself jerk forward a bit. Your brain felt staticy and you felt compelled to the left. You turned the knob and opened the door slightly. Immediately you heard music that might be in an SCP game, and a voice that sounded suspiciously like “do you recognize the bodies in the water?”. You were hoping no, and you bailed before you had a chance to look. You ended up almost exactly in your previous position in the hall. Your brain felt fuzzy again, and this time you gravitated to the right. You opened the door just a little, maybe to see what was inside, but again you heard the SCP ambiance.

But this time it was from behind you. So, like any smart person, you swung the door open, slammed it behind you and did your best to lock it. But there was no lock. So you stood. Waiting. Nothing happened.

Of course nothing happened. Why would anything happen? Dark wouldn’t want you to get hurt… probably. This was his domain. Probably. If you were alive, it’s because he wanted you to be. If you were in this room, it’s because he wanted you to be.

Speaking of: Where the hell were you?

You turned around to look behind you. In the blank white room there was a single grey couch with all 4 Google androids sitting on it. Apparently they were recharging, because they hadn’t noticed you standing there and also they were plugged into an outlet in the wall. You hadn’t considered that they had to physically plug into something to charge up, but the thought made you snort.

Bad idea.

All of their eyes snapped open at once, revealing the glow of their assigned colors. They all stood up and began walking towards you in unison. You felt a slight sense of dread. Even so, you tried to grab the doorknob, the one that apparently was no longer there, and cursed under your breath when you could only feel the smooth wall behind you. The androids stopped, staring at you. You cleared your throat.

“Hey…” you laughed nervously, “So, uh, funny story, actually-”

“You are not supposed to be here,” The original Googleplier, Blue, stated.

“Well, see, that’s where this whole thing started, um, see, Mark wanted to split up-”

“No human is allowed inside of this room, and not you, either.”

“Well-” You stopped, processing what he said, “Wait. ‘Either’? I’m human.”

“No, you’re not,” Google Green said. You wanted to be offended, but you were more confused.

“What do you mean? I’m human!” You argued.

“What color’s your hair?” Red asked with a mean smirk on his face. You opened your mouth to respond, and an amalgamate of voices saying “BROWNBLACKBLONDEWHITERED” came out. You slapped a hand over your mouth.

“... what the hell was that?” Your muffled voice whispered. Well, you thought it was probably yours.

“What’s your eye color?” BROWNGREENBLUEAMBERYELLOW exited your being before you could even try to answer.

“Do you have any pets?” That one just ended with a computer error sound from you.

“... huh.” You dropped your shoulders a little. The revelation probably should’ve upset you more.

“What are you doing here?”

“I… do not recognize the bodies in the water.” You explained.

“Ah, I see. Darkiplier would want you to not die, therefore you may stay.”

“Ha. Wow. Who knew the Googleplier androids-”

“G-Bots.”

“... what?”

“We are legally not allowed to use the name ‘Google’ anymore. We are now G-Bots.”

“... legally.”

“We were discontinued. And sold. And signed a contract.”

“So does that mean I can’t call you Google anymore?”

“No, that is simply my name. The name of us as androids, however, is now G-Bots.”

“Ok. What about them?” You pointed to the other three.

“Yellow is Oliver, Green is Lee, Red is Elliott.”

“And you’re just Google?”

“They’ve been trying to change my name to Gregor. I deeply dislike it.”

“It’s a good name.” Oliver suggested, smiling.

“Means vigilant.” Lee shrugged.

“Don’t be a pussy, Greg.” Elliott adopted a shit-eating grin as he leaned a little closer to Google.

“You can do… whatever you wish. Just do not be like them, DA.” Google instructed through gritted teeth.

The room began to shift color and expand. The couch was still grey in the center, but there were now four sections of each of the colors. The yellow section was filled with flowers, with a laptop on a desk next to a switch and a little Vector robot sitting by on the windowsill that showed a colorful meadow with bees buzzing to and fro. It glitched for a moment, so you knew the window wasn’t real. The green section had large houseplants and looked a bit like a greenhouse, and had an Xbox hooked up to a TV in the corner and seemed to have a view of a lake in the faux-window. The red section had miscellaneous wires and computer parts and lights here and there, looking like a fire hazard, and a PC on a table, while the window showed what appeared to be space. Google’s section was absolutely spotless, not a single thing anywhere, apart from a tiny skateboard next to a PS4 in the corner, and the window showed computer code.

“Wow.” You said. You might be stuck here for a while, so you might as well enjoy it.

Though you wondered who DA was. -- You hate to say it, but you had a favorite G Bot. It was kind of like having a favorite child, in your mind. You felt like they somehow knew that you had a favorite, but you didn’t know why.

Oliver was the sweetest by far, immediately going to make you as comfortable or entertained as possible while you were with him. He asked you if you wanted to watch something, if you wanted to play a game, if you were hungry, etc. It was kind of like going over to a friend’s house for the first time. He was enthusiastic to the point where he was shaking with anxiety over wanting to make you happy. You thought he didn’t get many visitors and maybe that was why. He showed you his flowers, and the bees, and a small painting in the corner, hoping for  validation. His glowing eyes seemed to dull when you moved on to the next section, but said you’d visit him again. That did help, but he turned away sadly and went to water his flowers.

Lee seemed as though he couldn’t care less if you were there. He told you where everything was and that you could do whatever. If you asked for help, he would stop what he was doing and help you. Once you understood, he immediately resumed his previous task. He was a bit cold, like Google, but in a “I am very busy but I am still here if you need me” sort of way. He played a game or two with you, having a preference for the puzzle games more than anything else. Puzzle horror, more specifically. If there was a shooting part, he immediately shoved the controller into your hands, saying he didn’t want to do that part. When you left, he simply continued with his work without a goodbye.

Elliott tried so hard to ignore you for the longest time. You could hear him scoff and growl anytime you made any sort of noise. You were self conscious at first, but you came to understand that he was just an asshole. You started on a game, playing for a few minutes, and felt the red couch sink next to you because he had sat down next to you. If he thought you sucked (which he did) he would snatch the controller from you and finish whatever you were doing before giving it back. He refused to say anything or help you, either. He’d just make rude noises and walk away occasionally before coming back. When you left, he seemed a lot angrier than he had before, and wouldn’t say goodbye to you. He turned away with a huff and started pressing random buttons on the controller.

Google was by far the least interested in anything you had to do. You sat on the couch next to him, and he didn’t move an inch. You sat there for a bit, waiting, but he did not move. You stood up, walked around, messed with a few things, attempted to play a game or two. Google didn’t move. You pulled up the Gamer ChairTM and sat directly in front of Google, arms crossed. You sighed. Finally, he looked up at you.

“Is there something you need?” He asked in that monotone voice of his.

“I’m bored,” you said.

“Go to one of the others,” He closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?” You asked, curious.

“That is not-” He sounded exasperated.

“Hey Google, what are you doing?” You interrupted like the little shit you were

“Currently, this G Bot system is recharging its battery. This G Bot is at: 69%.” He shifted to a purely robotic voice.

“Haha nice.”

“This G Bot’s primary objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. Would you like to ask a question?”

“Yes. What do you like to do, Google?”

“I enjoy answering your questions. Do you have any more?”

“What company owns you?”

“G-Bots were recently sold by the Google company to Warfstache Incorporated.”

“Wilford has a company?”

“Warfstache Incorporated is co-owned by Wilford ‘Motherloving’ Warfstache and Damien-Dami-Da-Darkiplier.” He glitched while answering.

“Who’s Damie-”

“The Corporation owns shows such as ‘Markiplier TV’, ‘Warfstache Tonight!’, and ‘Hire My Ass’. Do you have any more questions?”

“Do you pass the Turing Test?”

“Wondering if you have to treat me with basic decency?” He shifted back to his less robotic, but still monotone, voice.

“No. Just wondering.”

Neither of you spoke again for a while. He did scold you when you tried to move the couch with him still on it, so… progress. -- You were beginning to suspect that Google didn’t like you very much.

The blue one. Google. The other ones liked you. Oliver ranted to you for a whole half hour about different kinds of bugs and the hierarchy of bees. The queen is assassinated when she is bad for the hive, it would seem. Lee made you play Resident Evil with him because he didn’t like the fighting, but he liked figuring out what to do. You frantically passed controllers back and forth a lot. Elliott basically did speedruns of several games, you watching intently the whole time. He seemed to like the attention and actually smiled at you whenever he finished one.

But Google didn’t like you. He ignored you, and told you not to touch anything, and scowled whenever you asked him personal questions. Not like “what’s your sexuality” type of personal questions. More like… “what’s your favorite color and why is it blue” sort of questions. He didn’t like them either way.

But the others liked you, and that was pretty neat.

You still wanted Google to like you though.

“Hey Google,” he perked up with the little “do-do!” noise, “Can you guys go into your different sections?”

“All G-Bots have the ability to pass into other’s color-coordinated sections,” He answered politely.

“Why don’t you?”

“We don’t want to.”

“Do you get along?”

“Yes.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Celine dislikes when colors are mismatched.”

“Who’s-”

“I’m sorry, this G Bot needs to charge.”

“But you haven’t been-”

“This G Bot needs to charge.”

“Come on, if you--”

“This G Bot needs to charge.”

You quieted and plopped into the chair. You stared at Google. His eyes flickered for a moment before they closed. -- The other Bots knew who Celine and Damien were, they just weren’t telling you. Their eyes always flickered when you asked, but they wouldn’t tell you.

You threatened not to play with Lee anymore. He said he could play on his own. You could see that he didn’t want to. You played Alien: Isolation. His eyes seemed duller.

You threatened not to watch Elliott’s speedruns. He said he didn’t care. You could tell that he did. You watched him play Hollow Knight. His eyes seemed duller.

You threatened not to listen to Oliver’s rants. He looked terrified, but he said that was fine. You could tell it wasn’t. You begged him to tell you. He looked sad.

“Who’s Damien?” You asked softly, stepping towards him.

“I can’t tell you,” He shifted back.

“Who’s Celine?” You stepped forward.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Who’s DA?”

All of the G-Bots stopped what they were doing. You heard static and felt like you were being watched. -- You looked up at the color on the outside of the museum.

You were doing something. You were doing something.

Were you robbing this place? It felt like you were. What happened to Mark? What happened… to you?

You stared at the doors, feeling a slight sense of dread. Something in the back of your head was telling you this wasn’t right. To go home. To…

--

“Ignorance is Bliss. Try Again?”

[leighsartworks216]

First Kiss

Googleplier x reader headcanons/scenario <3

Requested by Anon:

“OMG, I JUST SAW YOUR GOOGLEPLIER X READER AND OH MY GOD KAKCNFDKNFDNKDV- anyways I was wondering if we could get more stuff with google? Like maybe his s/o kisses him for the first time and he gets all flustered? Im sorry I just love him <333”

Thank you for requesting and being so patient with me!!

Masterlist

he doesn't understand affection

like in general

he's watched romance movies and looked up stuff and he just

doesn't get it

hand holding??

why would you wanna hold someone's hand???

kissing???????

he understands the chemical reaction it causes in humans, but like

nah

and then you kiss him

and oh man

you guys were just watching tv

and then you wanted popcorn

so you just

got up and kissed him and said you'd be right back

and he fuckin froze

an error screen popped up in front of him 💀

he was just staring straight ahead, having a crisis

and you were just so proud

bc you knew he didn't understand human affection

he understands now

sorta

he doesn't quite comprehend it???

like, it's not in his programming

so he's just

*holds hand out like he's about to karate chop you*

*bends at the waist to be face to face with you*

he's trying.....

not his best, but he's trying

funnily enough, they did program blushing

you will never see another android blush as much as google

(except maybe bing)

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Kinktober Day 3 - threesomes & wax play

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 3 of Kinktober is: threesomes & wax play with Wilford x gn reader x Googleplier. Had a lot of fun with this one, though my cold addled brain was not helpful lol :p Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 900+

Tags/warnings: threesome, waxplay, fingering

Wilford giggles as he pulls you backwards, keeping up the kiss as he drags and guides you to the bedroom. Google follows on early silent feet, closing the bedroom door behind him as he enters.

Wilford lets go of you, almost bouncing over to where you keep all your fun stuff for times like these.

Ah, so this has been an idea for a while, huh?

Grinning, you turn towards Google, taking the few steps you need to put your arms around his neck. He looks down on you, eyes giving off a faint blue glow. His hands stay folded behind his back, but he tilts his head as he watches you in silence for a few seconds.

“What?”

“Kisses are required.” He frowns.

“I don’t see why that is necessary for wax play.”

“Technically not, but if you want me to get my clothes off, they are.” Google squints at you, then sighs.

“Fine.” His hands move to your hips, tugging you close as you can get as he moves his head down to slot his lips against yours.

-------

As Wilford keeps your head tilted toward him so he can kiss you, and Google keeps your legs open with his thighs, you have forgotten why you really ended up in this situation in the first place.

So when the warm wax drips on your stomach, you jolt in surprise, breaking the kiss to look down to the place where wax drops have already hardened.

Without saying anything, Google moves the candle, making a few more drops of wax hit your hip, almost threatening to run down onto the sheets.

“Interesting...” He watches where the wax has hit your skin, reaching out to peel off a drop, revealing the unharmed skin underneath.

Wilford moves down so he’s kneeling next to Google, watching with a wide grin and rapt attention as the android makes a trail up dripping wax up your abdomen.

Each drop of wax makes you shiver, the heat of it making your nerves dance on that wonderful line of pleasure, and not quite pain.

You moan softly, you too now watching the wax connect with your skin.

Though you can see every drop just before it makes contact with your skin, it still sends lines of shock mixed with pleasure, making sure you almost feel more sensitive to each new drop.

“Starting to see the appeal?” Wilford asks, though it’s clearly not directed at you.

“Yes, though further... investigation is needed.”

“Oh, feel free!” It does something to you hearing them talk about you like you have no say in the matter, though you know you do. That, with the now almost constant drips of wax makes you throb.

You whine, pushing your hips downward. Google ignores you, but Wilford grins at you, one hand coming to brush over your arousal.

You gasp then, not only at that, but also at the feeling of the wax making contact with a sensitive spot on your rib-cage that you didn’t even know you had. Wilford gasps almost in tandem with you as you grind your hips against his hand and Google’s front.

“Ohhh, getting eager are we honey?” You nod, which gets you a grin from Wilford, and an up and down look from Google that you know means he is scanning you.

“Google, my friend, move back a little.”

“I’m not- Whatever.” He tilts the candle back up, and moves so he’s not all pressed up against you, and for a moment you wish he would have just stayed, but then two lubed fingers find their ways inside of you. (When did Wilford even do that??)

“There, now keep going.” Google glances at Wilford with a deep frown, clearly not liking being told what to do, but seconds later another drop of wax comes down in the middle of your chest. You groan, now with the added bonus of clenching around Wilford’s fingers.

“Ohhh, they’re tight around my fingers like this, I suggest they should get something more, perhaps your cock, inside of them.” Google doesn’t even look at him, looking at and reaching out to brush against your arousal.

“Not yet.”

“Ah, a being after my own heart.” Wilford shallowly trusts his fingers in and out of you, and Google rubs over your arousal as he keeps dripping wax over you.

You want to touch them both so badly, but you keep your hands to yourself, though they twist in the sheets so hard you worry you might rip them.

Every drop of wax sends spikes of pleasure pooling to your gut, where they are worked even higher and deeper as their hands work over you.

It’s no surprise that your thighs start shaking rather rapidly, warning both of them that you are so close, so very close. Neither of them need any words, your actions more than enough as you moan and whine, moving against their hand as wax keeps dripping over you.

You throw your head back, groaning loudly as you cum, your back arching as you do so.

Their hands move away from you, but you feel Google drip some sort of pattern over your chest before the wax stops as well.

You pant, unclenching your hands as you come down, still sensitive and very sure that you have made a mess. Though when you look down, neither of them seem to mind, as Wilford grins, and Google picks at some wax on your stomach.

“Google, you rascal!” You’re confused for a moment, but then Wilford pokes your chest, making you look down.

There, very clear and visible, if slightly mixed with the rest of the wax, is a capitalized ‘G’.

Wilford slaps Google’s shoulder, the glare Google sends him in return making you laugh.

“Watcha think sugarplum?” You grin, moving to sit up so you can get a hand on each of their shoulders.

“I think we need to buy more candles.”

[leighsartworks216]

Hug

Googleplier x gn!reader

Requested by 👽 Anon:

“Googleiplier fluff please I beg. Maybe something where the reader tries to give him a hug and he's just kinda awkward doesn't have to be that exactly just something for this man”

I have never written for Google before so I hope it's okay!! I honestly had no idea what to write for this either so I hope its okay

Warnings: none

Word Count: 734

Masterlist

After your friend Matt decided that maybe having a sentient, murderous robot in his home wasn’t the best idea, he passed it on to you. You didn’t mind, honestly. Google, as he was called, seemed to simply be content enough with observing you go about your daily tasks.

You didn’t ask him to do laundry or dishes, and sometimes you’d even forget he was a robot and ask if he wanted something to eat. In return, he would warn you when your blood sugar seemed too high or too low, if something you were doing seemed dangerous, and he would occasionally help you figure out what was wrong with your technology when it was acting up.

You sat hunched over a controller on the couch, frantically pushing buttons and tilting this way and that even if it didn’t help your gameplay. Maybe it was the frantic button pushing or the Dark Souls boss really was that difficult. Either way, it ended with you cussing and falling back into the couch with a huff as the all-too-familiar “YOU DIED” screen displayed.

Google, perched on the edge of the couch next to you, hands on his knees and back straight as a board, tilted his head and hm’d. This was the fifth time you’d attempted fighting this boss today, and yet you had made no improvement. He found it all rather curious that humans would put themselves through such agony and turmoil for something so inconsequential.

“If you continue using the techniques you have been using, you have a 48 percent chance of succeeding,” he informed you, monotone and yet somehow still judgemental.

You groaned and sat up, turning to look at him. “And what would you suggest I do?”

He turned his head to look at you, in a way that was almost just human enough to pass as such. “Well,” a window opened in front of him, displaying a walkthrough, “I would suggest taking a look at other people’s videos, reading up on the moves and weaknesses, or asking for help.”

An image on the window moved around, showing a player perfectly dodging and parrying. They didn’t seem to be getting touched at all as they rolled in close and killed the boss that was causing you so much grief. You scowled at the image.

And then a lightbulb went off.

“Wait!” You suddenly hopped onto your knees and faced Google excitedly, hands on his arm. He frowned at the contact. “You already know all the information to beat him! You can fight the boss for me!”

He frowned even deeper, somehow. “I refuse to assist you in such a trivial matter - it deviates from my primary objective.”

“Oh, c’mon, please!” You jostled his arm, which responded with robotic noises as it shifted. “Just beat this one boss for me and I’ll, erm, I dunno, but I’ll pay you back!” He stared at you with distaste as you continued to plead with him, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.

Eventually, he caved. With a grumbled Fine he took the controller from you and expertly made his way from the bonfire back to the boss’s arena. You watched in awe as he moved with exact precision, responding to each attack with a dodge at just the right moment to not get hit, or a parry that stunned the boss for a moment, or by rolling into a blindspot to attack back. It was awe inspiring. It was incredible. It felt like no time at all had passed before the boss was defeated and you were being handed back the controller.

“The strategy I employed was one highly recommended on the r/DarkSouls subreddit.”

“You did it.”

“By using his attacks against him, one is able to avoid getting hit almost entirely.”

“You did it!”

“I would recommend-”

Google was cut off when suddenly arms were around him. His entire body stiffened, mind searching the internet for answers as to why this was happening. Why were you hugging him?

“Thank you so, so, so much, Google.” You pulled away with a big happy grin on your face, not seeming to notice what you had done to the android. You turned back to your game, cheering as you lit the bonfire and coming up with ways in which you could repay him.

He just sat there, silent and stock still, for the rest of your gaming time.

[leighsartworks216]

OMG, I JUST SAW YOUR GOOGLEPLIER X READER AND OH MY GOD KAKCNFDKNFDNKDV- anyways I was wondering if we could get more stuff with google? Like maybe his s/o kisses him for the first time and he gets all flustered? Im sorry I just love him <333

Working on this one rn <3

I think I'm gonna write hcs tho because I just don't feel like I have a great handle on writing Googs yet and I wanna read some more stuff about him and stuff before I try writing another full fic again bc I wanna do him justice <333

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Ok so my Googleplier oneshot is like highly requested to be a little series or whole ass story but I also might do a part 2 of the Darkiplier x reader, So pick one

[orange-waterfalls]

Ouch

I cut my fingy and panicked a lot so here’s a quick not-at-all thought out thing about how some egos would react to s/o cutting their finger while cooking and it like isn’t that bad but they’re freaking out

1.4k words

Enjoy!

Markiplier egos with an s/o who accidentally cut themselves hcs

Darkiplier

He was in his study, just thinking, while you made dinner

He heard a tiny “ow” and didn’t think much of it

He then heard a louder “OW” and a string of “fuck”s and got worried

He entered the kitchen, to see you gripping your wrist and holding your finger under the water from the sink

He thinks you burned yourself

Then you pull your hand away and he sees blood and immediately makes his way over.

“What happened? Are you ok? How bad is it?”

You don’t answer as you are too busy hyperventilating because goddammit it HURTS

He tries to take your hand to look at it but you won’t let him

You look so hurt and vulnerable and he feels so bad

If you’d asked him to help cook, and he didn’t take it, he’d feel a thousand times worse

Eventually, he gets you to sit down and calms you, just a bit, and goes to get band aids

He comes back to you looking like you’re about to have a panic attack

He quickly stands you back up, and you put your finger back under the sink.

He gently washes it with soap and apologizes every time you make a noise

He gives you the bandage and lets you sit on the couch

You calm down and lean on his shoulder

He lets you sit there for a bit, rubbing your arm.

You eventually look up at him

“I think I may have overreacted.”

He’d laugh and kiss your head and goes to finish cooking dinner

Wilford

He wasn’t even home yet

You told him you were starting dinner and he left wherever he was immediately.

He was picking up wine from the store when you called him

“Wilford please get bandaids”

He was confused and a little worried, so he asked why

“Please just buy some and hurry home please” and you hung up

Now, Wilford is hardly a reasonable man as it is. so when he ran out of the store (without paying) and sped down the road in his car to get home before you, like, died or some shit, you shouldn’t have been surprised

He may or may not have run into a pedestrian or two on the way

He threw the door open when he got home, gun in hand

“WHAT HAPPENED WHAT’S THE DANGER”

You’re sitting on a chair in the kitchen breathing heavily, holding your finger

He can’t help but laugh because, christ, he thought it was something BAD

But, to you, it was bad. and he was laughing at you.

You tear up, just a bit. you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now.

He sees and gets worried again because is it worse than he thinks?? is there another injury??? are you traumatized what’s happening?

He tries to look at the cut but you turn away, looking very upset

He tries to convince you to let him see but you won’t budge

You’re whining a little (which I do because I can’t emote properly) which makes him upset

He drops to his knees and holds out his hands

“C’mon, baby! Let me see! Let me help!”

He’s being overdramatic and stupid and it makes you smile. So you do.

He gently kisses the spot, as to not hurt you, and puts a bandaid over it, kissing that too.

He orders take out and lets you lay on his lap while he pets your hair

Yancy

He was practicing some dance moves when he heard you in the kitchen

You were cursing and breathing heavily

Logically, he should know that perhaps you hurt yourself making dinner

However Yancy is a bit of a dumbass so he thinks someone broke in or something

He walks in with a knife, only for you to stand there with your finger under the sink.

He sees the blood, so concludes that you cut yourself. But you look really upset?

He’s mostly confused.

He’s been through worse, you’ve been through worse, he KNOWS you have

So why are you so upset?

“Why are you so upset?” “I don’t know!” “It’s not that bad” “I know...” “What’s the problem?” “I don’t KNOW!”

You start to cry, just a bit, and Yancy panics

He doesn’t know what to do. He’s not used to this!

He wants to tell you to get over it, but also he doesn’t?

Like, he knows it’s the easiest thing to say, but also not the BEST thing to say

So he says nothing. He gets a band aid, puts it on your finger, and hugs you.

He holds you for a minutes until your breathing is normal

If you tell him you don’t wanna cook today, he orders pizza

If you tell him you can, he’ll try to help

You have to kick him out because the man doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing

Illinois

He’s watching you cook and sees it happen before it does

Your finger isn’t in the right place, he saw you adjust

He tries to warn you but doesn’t do it in time

He winces because ouch

He processes what happened before you do, so he already has the band aids.

He turns the sink on, moves your finger underneath, and cleans it with soap

He puts the band aid on you and kisses your hand

He asks if you want to keep cooking or if you want him to cook

If you want to, he’ll help you with whatever you were doing first that made you cut yourself

If you don’t want to, he’ll finish what you were doing on his own.

He makes sure you’ve calmed down and holds your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles

“Im being overdramatic...”

“No, you’re not. It hurt. You bled. You got upset. You’re ok now.”

He’s a very understanding and responsible man ^///^

Magnum

None of that goddamn crew can cook for shit, so you always have to

Mostly fish and vegetables you buy at different ports

Magnum and the others are just drinking and laughing when they hear you yell and curse from the kitchen

Magnum goes over to see what’s happening

He sees you holding your finger and goes to hold you

He’s very. protective, I’m gonna say.

“Oh, poor darlin’... are ye alright? Are ye ok? Awh, sweetheart...”

He doesn’t have bandaids, so he cleans a cloth and covers your finger

He makes you rest in your room (even though it wasn’t particularly that bad)

The other crewmates check in periodically to see if you’re ok

Magnum decides he’s going to cook

Yes, the ship catches on fire. No, he will not say how he did it

You have to finish dinner, otherwise the others are gonna kill themselves trying

Google

He’s recharging on the couch while you cook

He hears you curse from the kitchen and concludes you’ve hurt yourself

He doesn’t really see one injury as too much worse than another. they’re all bad

He knows what happens if even the smallest wound gets infected

He wants it dealt with quickly and efficiently

He walks up to you and grabs your hand, pulling it under the sink

He cleans it with soap, puts a band aid on it, and leaves

Dr. Iplier who, bitch?

He likes to sit when you while you eat, just so he can talk to you

You, however, don’t talk to him at all and he’s a little upset

He figures he was a bit too rough with you at first when he reaches for you after you stand up and you pull away

“I apologize for my methods, I wanted to make sure the wound was dealt with posthaste.”

“Well... I guess that’s a good enough excuse.”

You hug him, and he (hesitantly) hugs back

Bing

Probably the reason you cut yourself lmao

He enjoys bothering you when you’re busy

He hasn’t recieved his Designated Bing Attention Hours today and therefore you have to deal with a very clingy and annoying Bing

He’d be less annoying if he’d stop fucking TOUCHING THINGS but w/e

He bumps into you and you yell

He doesn’t realize that you cut yourself until you start cursing

He turns around to see you frantically turning the water on and gets very nervous

Shit, that was his fault? He did that? Fuck, you’re angry, aren’t you. FUCK

He leaves, immediately, and you have to deal with it yourself. 

He paces in your room for a bit, debating what to do

“Ok. Alright. What do people like. Phones? I could buy a phone. I could STEAL a phone. I could steal anything they want! Do people need graphics cards?”

He settles for walking back into the kitchen, apologizing, and walking back out

“nailed it”

You’re a little quiet the rest of the day, and he’s still nervous, but you hug him and kiss his cheek before you get ready to go to bed, so it’s ok

[orange-waterfalls]

I Call This One: Bold & Brash!

The egos x artist! gn! reader

ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!

A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him

Word count is 1.5k

Enjoy

Egos x artist!reader

Darkiplier

He’ll want to commission art from you

He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.

Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.

He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic

He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself

He’s fine if you draw anybody else

Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does

Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably

Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-

Will always buy things for you if you ask

Likes to be able to support your job or hobby

Sugar daddy? I mean maybe

Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--

Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk

Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever

A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho

If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you

He loves you, that’s all

Wilford

Fucking elated

Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!

Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking

Secretly commissions more art from you

So also sugar daddy

It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways

He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason

If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)

Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself

Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself

When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders

And when you ignore those he texts more

Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house

You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole

Drags you to bed aggressively

He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-

He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit

Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun

AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much 

Yancy

I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity

He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work

If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively

Likes to work in the same room as you. 

That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background

He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic

May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know

If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return

The law of equivalent exchange

You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited

If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry

He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies

If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere

You might run out of room

By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible

Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes

He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious

You have a permanent support system within the man

Google

Used to see art as pointless

Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine

Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?

If art no make good chemical, why art?

He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok

You tried to get him to make something once

He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes

You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed

If he could blush, he would

If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you

Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind

If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him

If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.

You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.

He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then

He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL

“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either

Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change

Illinois

Doesn’t fully understand

He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place

And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?

He might ask you to try and teach him

If you do try he gives up almost immediately

Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset

(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)

He gets worried about you

He is a hypocrite bc he does the same

He will drag you to bed, motherfucker

Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god

“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”

Asshole (affectionate)

Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him

He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care

He cares a lot

Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit

Listen he’s out of line but he’s right

Eric

Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make

Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!

He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is

Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????

Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna 

And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying

If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much 

If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment

He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things

I mean. Some things overlap.

You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time

Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of “it’s perfect and I love you”

Even if he hates it

Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes

He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased

He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone

If you tell him to delete them he will

While secretly making one his home screen

Host

Hey, he gets it

He writes, he understands the hyperfocus

Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script

That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself

Or you have to take turns

Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die

He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.

He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad

You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it

He is a bastard sometimes

“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”

He asks if you can draw him sometimes

No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do

He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes

If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive

You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there

One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive

You’ll be fine

[orange-waterfalls]

Gamer Boy Crush

Googleplier Red x reader

ty, albinopines anon for the request

A/N: ALBINOPINES. albinopines my beloved i need you to listen to me. i love you albinopines. anyways the reader’s gamer tag is albinopines cdjsvfge. i feel like it’s important to note that i’ve never played an online shooter ever in my life. all the info I have is from youtube videos. I wrote this under the assumption that Red accidentally played with a group of people who were already friends. Also Googleplier Red is Elliott and he’s an angry bitch but we love that for him. Uhhhhh there’s not much plot to this At All Mr Red just made an online friend and that friend is you. his POV. Who doesn’t develop a crush on their online friends every once and a while? DISCLAIMER: I LOVE BUGSNAX AND HOLLOW KNIGHT I JUST THINK RED WOULD LOOK AT ANYTHING COLORFUL AND CARTOONISH AND TURN AWAY AND ALSO YOU SHOULD PLAY BUGSNAX AND/OR HOLLOW KNIGHT

Enjoy!

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Gamer Boy Crush

Elliott scowled deeply when he heard Oliver laugh from his area of the room. He was so loud and happy all the Goddamn time. It was infuriating. He wouldn’t say that because Lee would get pissed and refuse to tell him how to do the puzzles in Resident Evil (he wasn’t very smart when it came to those). So he had to sit and cope. He clenched his fist and willed himself not to overheat when he heard more laughing from the yellow Android. He walked over to his wall, tempted to punch it, but decided on knocking on it like a door and plopping back down in his chair. He snatched up his controller and put on his headphones. Maybe a game or whatever will calm his nerves.

He scrolled through his games for a bit, knowing he was too angry to properly play anything, but not wanting to play anything cutesy, like whatever the fuck Oliver was trying to make him play. Bugsnax? Hollow Knight? Disgusting.

His eyes landed on a multiplayer shooter. He usually didn’t go for those types, because people fucking suck, but he thought: oh well. It’s been a boring day. So, he opened the game.

“YO WHAT’S GOOD, GAMERS” Someone yelled into their headset the moment he got in. He flinched and immediately took his off. He could still hear him from where it was on his desk.

my guy u r so damn loud keep it the fuck down - he typed in the chat. He heard a “FUCK YOU” from the headset that made him snort.

im taking my headset off - another player typed out.

me 2 - he responded.

The one guy kept yelling and he was starting to get annoyed but the game hadn’t even started. 

albinopines: @xgoogleredx hello :) 

He tilted his head at the message.

xgoogleredx: hey

albinopines: ur name’s cool

xgoogleredx: urs too, albinopines

albinopines: thanks i made it myself

He chuckled a little at the response. 

xgoogleredx: hey so like i haven’t played this game ever i need help

albinopines: it’s ok i’ll help u

He smiled and suddenly he was in the game. He panicked a little, but played as best he could.

They won the first round because he got a lucky headshot, and he couldn’t help but be happy that the rest of the team was happy. He decided to put his headset back on, and--

“HEY GOOGLERED I’M TALKING TO YOU!” Albinopines said loudly into their mic.

“What the FUCK do you want?” He growled. Everyone was silent for a moment.

“You did really good and I’m proud of you,” they said softly. Somebody else laughed and he smiled.

“Thanks.” He sighed.

“Alright let’s fucking GO, BOYS,” They yelled and he took his headset off again. The other players let out a chorus of “LET’S GOOOOO” “GIT ‘ER DONE” “USA, USA” and he was positive he’d never met anyone this excited to play any game ever in his life. He debated in his head for a moment, before putting the headset back on. 

Everyone was messing around during the countdown, including one player just spinning in a circle the whole time and albinopines continuously trying to jump on his head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He wheezed.

“I’m-I’m tryna make a tactical… decision.” They responded.

“Try-Tryna pull a voltron.” Another person added.

“YE-Yeah a fuckin… V-Voltron. Power Rangers. Just-Just stay still for a second.”

The timer ran out and they were audibly disappointed, but started moving. Everyone was quiet for a bit, and nothing much happened.

“Yo, Red on your left.” Albinopines said quietly. He didn’t understand, so he just kept moving. “Red your left. On your-RED ON YOUR LEFT!” They were increasingly panicked and he turned just in time to get shot in the face by an enemy player.

“DUDE!”

“I SAID ON YOUR LEFT”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT”

“Hey don’t call my son an idiot”

He laughed loudly at that, and spectated until the next round. He took a deep breath, staring at their operator on the screen, before making a decision.

“Parental figure, I require assistance,”

“WH-Yeah, what is it.”

“How… do I… use… my drone.”

The voice chat erupted with laughter and he felt a small sense of pride.

“WELL, I THINK WE’RE A BIT LATE IN THE GAME FOR THAT BUD…”

He spoke a bit more in this round and was a more active participant in the actual game, making him feel happy. Even when they lost the final round, he wasn’t that unhappy about it. 

And when they lost the next game.

And the next one.

And when they finally won a game, everyone cheered before saying they needed to leave and that it was getting late.

“WAIT wait guys I have an important question.” He said. Everyone quieted. “... how… do I send friend requests.” a series of groans from everyone else.

“Well, you have to--” albino started. And then the screen closed. His eyes widened in horror as he flailed around to look at his computer. 

“Game crashed. Shit happens.” Lee mumbled. Elliott buried his head in his hands. He sighed heavily and stared at his screen for a minute, mourning the loss.

He got a message.

albinopines - hi! sorry about da game. getting disconnected sucks :(

He smirked a bit.

xgoogleredx - would u believe this is my 1st time playing 

albinopines - considering u didn’t kno a basic mechanic i would lmao

xgoogleredx - might delete the game

albinopines - well, i swear its fun once u win multiple times

xgoogleredx - im p sure u r the only person i liked playing with

He widened his eyes when he realized how that sounded.

xgoogleredx - i mean like u and the team

xgoogleredx - like all of u

xgoogleredx - not just u

albinopines - aw ty

albinopines - that y u said person instead of ppl?

He scowled a little, but chuckled. Cheeky fucker.

xgoogleredx - hey

xgoogleredx - fuck you

albinopines - sorry lmaooo

albinopines - pullin out the fully spelled words?

albinopines - r u mad at me? /j

albinopines - but also /srs

xgoogleredx - nah, not really

He sat for a few minutes, waiting for a response. He got a little worried that maybe they thought he was actually upset and wanted to leave him alone. He didn’t want that. He didn’t have any friends (online or in real life) and he was honestly pretty lonely. This was fun. Entertaining. This person entertained him. 

While he stewed in self-pity and doubt, he got a notification.

A friend request from albinopines.

He smiled and took it.

albinopines - hey hey u wanna play minecraft?

xgoogleredx - sure

xgoogleredx - i don’t like the headset, can i only communicate through chat.

albinopines - oh, that’s fine :)

He waited a minute or so before getting an invite and entering the Minecraft world. He smiled at the custom skin squatting and jumping at him repeatedly before copying it. They threw him some wood, a chest, and some meat before jumping off to do something else. He turned his character to look back, and saw a door that presumably led to the interior of their house. Elliott smiled and went to follow albinopines.

--

“What are you doing?” Elliott jumped when he heard one of his ‘brothers’ talk to him. His computer faced Lee’s area, so he always spied on what the red android was doing. Elliott scowled at him.

“Nothing,” He said.

“Who’s ‘albinopines’?” Lee asked, ignoring him.

“Nobody,” Elliott snapped. Lee didn’t say anything else, so he kept playing. Your Minecraft world was coming along nicely. He didn’t really like these kinds of games, but you liked it, so he wanted to play. 

“... that’s not what you mine that with.” Lee said suddenly, making Elliott jump.

“Can you… leave me alone?” He twisted around to look at his green brother.

“Fine, lose the redstone. See if I care.” He went back to trimming a bonsai tree on his desk. Elliott mumbled angrily and turned back to the game. He paused before mining.

He switched to the stone axe and heard Lee chuckle from behind him. He wanted to curse at him, but you typed in the minecraft chat.

albinopines - where art thou

xgoogleredx - underground

xgoogleredx - mining redstone

albinopines - hell yeah!

albinopines - where the stairs

xgoogleredx - what stairs

There wasn’t a response for a while and Elliott thought he might’ve messed up.

albinopines - red

xgoogleredx - ye

albinopines - did u dig straight down

xgoogleredx - ye

Lee barked out a laugh behind him.

xgoogleredx - y?

albinopines - well u can’t come back up 

albinopines - w/o getting rid of all ur cobble

albinopines - and also that’s the worst idea ever

xgoogleredx - o

albinopines - i’ll throw u some dirt dont u worry bab

Elliott smiled at the screen a little. He didn’t like acting weak in any situation, but this was a special case.

xgoogleredx - noises scawy :(

albinopines - u stay right there im comin

xgoogleredx - help

albinopines - pines is on da way

albinopines - voila!

A bunch of dirt suddenly entered his inventory

albinopines - dirt for the noob

xgoogleredx - my savior

He made his way back up the hole.

albinopines - that’ll be all ur redstone pls

He snorted.

xgoogleredx - no

albinopines - u don’t even know what to do w/it

xgoogleredx - it’s mine

albinopine - ill fight u 4 it

xgoogleredx - fine

He equipped his wooden sword. The other equipped a diamond sword and a shield. His eyes widened before they started attacking. He tried attacking back, but died quickly.

“Loooooseeeeer…” Lee teased from his area. Elliott spun around to glare at him. The android had an infuriating smirk on his face as he snipped at the little tree. Elliott turned back around and made his way back to where he died. There was a chest, but the other person was gone.

xgoogleredx - where’s my shit

albinopines - the box, dummy

xgoogleredx - o

xgoogleredx - thanks

albinopines - ooooh gettin’ real late

albinopines - I gotta go

xgoogleredx - aw

xgoogleredx - c u l8r

albinopines - c ya

He exited the world and sighed as he scooted away from his PC. A noise sounded throughout the room, signifying it was time to charge. All 4 androids went into the center and sat on the couch. They all closed their eyes as they were plugged into the wall. Usually, they all were silent as they charged, taking the time to simply recuperate. Usually.

“Someone has a gamer boy crush,” Lee said in a sing-song voice. Elliott’s eyes snapped open and he silently swore he’d murder his brother one of these days. Oliver let out an obnoxiously loud gasp.

“Sorry, are we talking about Elliott? As in… Elliott?” Google asked like he was surprised. 

“Baby’s first online crush!” Oliver laughed. Correction. Elliott swore that he would kill all of his brothers. Slowly. Painfully.

“He’s been talking with albinopines a lot. Even played with them all night one night.” Lee explained. Elliott was now mortified and his eyes were wide. How did he know? WHY did he know? He thought Lee was sleeping. Not that they needed to sleep, but some of them enjoyed sleeping. Like Lee and Oliver. Elliott had done that when he thought they were asleep. Were they not asleep???

“Awwww…” Oliver cooed. If Elliott had blood, he’d be blushing. As it was, it felt like his processor was going to catch on fire and there was steam coming out of his ears.

“Ew.” Google gave him a look he didn’t enjoy.

“I don’t… have a crush.” He said slowly and firmly to get it through their thick heads.

“Please…” Lee snorted, “It’s obvious.”

Elliott sank down in the couch and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for his brothers to wear themselves out and stop teasing him.

--

Elliott hadn’t heard from you in a bit and he was starting to get worried. Had he come on too strong? Did they get bored of him? What happened? He didn’t want to seem desperate by messaging you first. But he was desperate, and he missed his friend. 

“They’re at work,” Lee said. Elliott rolled his eyes, tempted to just dismiss the statement, but he paused.

“... how do you know that?” He asked slowly. He knew that Lee could just look up the gamer tag and go from there, but he didn’t seem the type. He turned to his brother, who was smiling while gaming away on his Xbox. “Lee.” He called out. Lee glanced at him.

“Hm?” He hummed. Elliott clenched his fist.

“How do you know that?” He repeated. Lee sighed, pausing his game and taking his headset off.

“Do you think I’m just gonna let my brother talk to a stranger on the internet without talking to them first?” He asked smugly.

“You talked to them?!” Elliott all but yelled.

“They said that they have fun playing with you!” Oliver called out. Elliott whipped around to look at Oliver, then back at Lee.

“Also they said that you’re a little weird…” Elliott squinted at him. “Their words.”

“Incorrect, they said that you’re fun to talk to,” Google corrected. Elliott squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands.

God, he was embarrassed. This was embarrassing. He couldn’t have this one thing? This one thing to himself? 

He heard a sigh from Lee and picked his head up to scowl again.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” He rolled his eyes and put his headset back on, continuing the game he was playing, “I’m not their friend. I’m just the protective, nosy brother in their eyes.” Elliott didn’t answer, instead facing his computer. He typed a quick apology message out, before continuously erasing and retyping to make it sound less whiny, less mean, less sad, less anything. Lee huffed a bit.

“‘Hi, sorry for my brothers. They’re nosy and I hate them. Wanna play Minecraft?’” He recited. Elliott froze. He sighed, typing out the message word for word, before sending it. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, listening to the small taps of Lee’s controller, Oliver’s humming, and the soft whir of the computer fan. Eventually, he heard the notification sound and looked at his screen.

albinopines - nah, ur good lol. sure i’d love 3

albinopine - *2

He smiled softly, entering the world. As he played, he knew Lee was watching. He’d long since stopped pretending he was playing, as the sounds of the controller stopped, but Elliott didn’t think he minded too much. 

“You can’t mine diamonds with gold, you made that pickaxe for no reason.”

“CAN you PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP?”

[orange-waterfalls]

Boss Battles

Google (blue) x gn!reader

(there’s a 2 week guarantee on soul-currency for fics. this probably took longer, so u get your soul back im so sorry anon idgsfyurgfre)

A/N: this took so much longer than it needed to I had FINALS and PROJECTS and well I mean a social life kjsgdrjgu but it’s done! I’m so sorry! Maybe this is why I’m losing followers HA anyways. Google’s your bestie and he don’t know how to act. He’s mean, we know that. Bit of an unrequited crush on your part, sorry. The title refers to him helping you with boss battles because that’s how you bond! I think the games are Hollow Knight, one of the Dark Souls, and Alien: Isolation and I’ve only played one of those so. Enjoy!

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Boss Battles

Googleplier had been busy trying to figure out the quickest way to destroy mankind when he felt a presence in his general area. He opened his eyes, glancing up to see someone looming over him with this weird smile on their face. 

Less of ‘looming’ and more just ‘standing’, but it was startling nonetheless.

“... hello,” He greeted as politely as he could manage.

“Hi, Gregor.” The person formally known as Y-backslash-N responded.

“No.” He dropped the nice act.

“Griffin?” They tried.

“No.”

“... Grey.” 

“That’s just a color. May I help you?” He sighed.

“Well, it’s not about how I can help you, but more about how you can help me,” They said, confidently. They paused for a second. “Wait, is that what you said?”

“I think it was, yes.” He raised an eyebrow as they dropped their shoulders.

“I… need… your help.” They sighed

“With what?” He got to his feet. They took a step back from him.

“Games.” They said simply. He fought the urge to groan in annoyance. 

“What kind?” He crossed his arms.

“Oh, you know… a few.” They tapped the tips of their fingers together. Google rolled his eyes, debating it in his head. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, anyways. He thought games were… fun. Sometimes. He locked eyes with them again.

“Alright, let’s see.” They smiled and walked over to the PS5 in his area. He sat back on the comfy chair Oliver had gotten him (too comfortable for his tastes, honestly) and waited for the other individual to set up whatever they were doing. They handed him the controller after getting to their account and opening a game.

“I can’t beat the Nightmare King.” They said bitterly. He scoffed.

“Nightmare King. Bit overcompensating, eh?” He smirked. They scowled at him and faced the screen as he started the fight. He was slightly startled when it began gets hit, gets startled when he loses two lives, gets hit again, tries to run and gets hit a third time. He dies. He looks to the individual beside him, who has a smug smile on their face. He glared at them for a moment, before turning back to the screen.

The battle flew by, and the King exploded into flame in game as he won the fight. He smiled, feeling kind of proud. He will admit that he does enjoy games every once and a while. He turned to them, and now their eyes were seemingly glued to the screen, jaw on the floor. They slowly turn to him.

“Close your mouth, kid.” Google said, exiting out of the game. They snatched the controller out of his hands, mumbling something about a “smug bitch” and searched for another game. He’d started calling them kid, he wasn’t particularly sure why. It just felt like a nickname that wasn’t too affectionate, and it was nicer to say than some others. He had a specific vendetta against “chum” and he wasn’t sure why that was either.

They opened the game, handing the controller over to him once more.

“I’m scared to do this battle because I almost died on the last one. And guess what? No revives. You die, it’s over. I have to restart the game,” they explained calmly. Google raised his eyebrows. They’re trusting him with something like this? “No pressure.”

He cleared his throat and turned to the game. He spent the first minute or so of the battle getting a feel of it. The types of attacks and whatnot. He then spent the next minute figuring out the controls. The next five he spent on the actual battle, until he defeats the enemy and it falls to the ground, curling in on itself and disappearing into the air. He opens his mouth to speak.

“You’ve played this before.”

“I assure you, I haven’t.” He gave them the controller back. They triggered the final cutscene, both sitting in silence through it. He had no clue what was going on, so he felt absolutely nothing, but they seemed a bit emotional, so he let them be. They both turned to look at each other at the same time, when the credits started to roll. “Anything else you want me to do?” 

They inhaled sharply and exited out of the game. They found the third one much quicker than the others, and this one Google recognized.

“That’s supposed to be difficult, isn’t it?” He scoffs. 

“Yeah, well, so were the last two. You’ll be fine.” They grumbled and handed him the controller again.

Nothing, I repeat, nothing could have prepared him for this game. He was actually, legitimately scared of the alien. It learned. It paid attention. He didn’t know what was happening, but he was on the verge of breaking the controller with how hard he was holding it. The thing passed in front of him as his character hid under a desk. He leaned as far back as the chair would let him and held his breath. It walked away. He let it out, just as he was stabbed through the stomach by it from behind. He jumped and clutched at his shirt, looking down at his torso, just in case. 

“The voice actress should get a fucking Oscar for this stupid-ass game.” He wheezed and turned to the person beside him. They were shaking with panic, but had an unhinged smile on their face.

“‘That’s supposed to be difficult’, he says,” they giggled maniacally. He narrowed his eyes at them, offended.

“Hey. Fuck you, that thing is goddamn intelligent,” He defended himself as they continued laughing, slightly fearfully but still entertained. “I need a break after that.”

“Well… we could… always… play something together…” They suggested softly. Google sighed and looked at the xenomorph on the home screen. He then concluded that literally anything is better than that.

“Yeah… yeah, ok.”

--

You really wanted to beat yourself up for managing to form a crush on the homicidal robot, but he didn’t seem so homicidal when he was picking berries in Don’t Starve Together. Granted he took quite a bit of joy out of the fighting games, but who didn’t? Sometimes you wanna brutally murder video game people and that was ok. Healthy, even!

How did this happen, you’re smarter than this? Why not one of the other ones? Oliver was sweet! Lee was charming! Elliott was… well, he was Elliott. But really? The original? Absolutely tragic. You need to stop watching those ‘I can fix him’ type of romantic movies. You can’t fix a primary objective, reader!

“You’ve been kinda quiet,” he commented after a bit of playing in silence. You sighed and saw him look at you from the corner of your eye.

“Yeah,” you whispered. You didn’t have the confidence to tell him about anything yet. He didn’t make any other comment, so neither did you. A little bit more time passed and you yawned.

“Bedtime,” He claimed, getting up and taking your controller from you. You sputter your disapproval.

“No! I’m fine, I’m not even t--” You cut yourself off with another yawn. He raises an eyebrow as you give him a guilty look. “... tired.”

“We can play some other time,” he said with a shrug. You slumped over and looked off to the side.

“But I caught you in a good mood today…” you mumbled. He paused and turned to look at you.

“What did you say?” He asked. His voice was very monotone, so you could never really tell what he was feeling when he asked. Right now, you didn’t know if he was angry, confused, or straight up just didn’t hear you. You shrugged. He stared at you for a moment, then turned back and turned the console off. You stood up, stretching, and headed for the exit.

“See you later,” You said, smiling. He acknowledged you with a nod and you closed the door behind you. 

You ended up at your front door almost instantly, and suddenly remembered that you are friends with an eldritch entity. And have a crush on a homicidal robot. Life of a main character. 

You open the door, stepping in with a heavy sigh and heading for your bedroom.

“Yoooo!” A voice shouted from beside you. You jumped, clutching your shirt. You slowly turned to the culprit. Bingiplier was in the middle of your house.

“Bing…” Your voice shook just a bit as you watched the android. Bing was… different than the Googles. Um… G-Bots. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, you seemed sad.” He shrugged, suddenly holding a basketball and twirling it on his finger.

“What? I haven’t talked to you in like… months.” You commented, getting distracted by the spinning object.

“Yeah… uh, see…” He laughed nervously, “that’s funny, because–” You snatched the ball from him, startling the android. He blinked at your glaring eyes.

“Have you and Wilford been low-key stalking me?” You raised an eyebrow. You knew the boys had the absolute best intentions, but they were stupid and creepy about it. Bing’s overdramatic scoff told you all you needed to know.

“Nooo!” He looked away. You grabbed his face and forced him to look at you. His expression turned guilty. Kind of like a dog who tore up a pillow. “Yeeeah…” You rubbed your face and made your way to your room. You could hear Bing following you, but you couldn’t be bothered to tell him off. 

You walked into your room, immediately flopping facedown on the bed. You couldn’t exactly breathe, but you didn’t remedy that until it started to hurt. You turned your head to see Bing standing beside the bed. You closed your eyes. You heard the bed shift, opening your eyes back up to see Bing sitting down now.

“Talk to me, babes.” He said, uncharacteristically soft. You huffed.

“First of all, don’t call me that.” You weakly pointed at him. He tilted his head a little. You sighed. “You ever… get a crush on someone you shouldn’t? But… you can’t just make it go away and you don’t wanna ruin anything so you just… stay quiet?” He nodded like he understood.

“Ryan Reynolds.” He said. You snorted.

“Seriously?” You couldn’t help smiling.

“I know! He has a wife! And children!” He whisper-shouted.

“No, I-everyone has a crush on Ryan Reynolds, that’s not what I mean.” You closed your eyes again.

“iHasCupquake on YouTube.com?” He suggested.

“Bing-” You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Unus of Unus Annus formerly on YouTube.com!” 

“... you have a crush on Unus?” You turned to look at him in disbelief. His eyes widened and his face flushed orange before he turned away.

“...n…no…” He lied, pathetically. You rolled your eyes and laid your head back down on the bed. “uh, what about you? Who you crushin’ on?”

“... googleplier…” you mumbled

“What was that, I didn’t catch it.” He leaned in real close, cupping his ear with one hand,

“Googleplier,” you repeat, louder than necessary.

“Just kidding! Heard you the first time, haha! Wow, you’re fucked.” He plopped onto his side on your bed, resting his cheek on his hand.

“Thank you for that, Bing.” You tried to glare at him, but failed. You were too sad to be angry.

“I’m sorry, kid.” You snorted once again and squinted at the android.

“I’m older than you.”

“I can’t think of a gender neutral term. Friend. Pal. Comrade.”

“Captain.”

“Chief.”

“Indie game protagonist.”

“... I’m sorry... friend.”

“Yeah… me too.”

–

“Well, that was tragic,” Lee said after Google’s guest had left. He turned to look at the green android, who was sitting smugly on the couch, feet on the coffee table.

“Excuse me?”  He asked. Lee raised an eyebrow.

“Only have one friend and you kick them out after not talking to them for two weeks? Tragic,” He sighed. Google narrowed his eyes.

“I did not kick them out. Humans require rest,” He said, impatient.

“They would have told you if they wanted to go home,” Lee countered.

“They may not have.”

“They’re an adult.”

“They lied to me about being tired.”

“Because they didn’t want to leave.”

“So, I made them for the sake of their own health!” 

“You could have let them sleep over.” Google opened his mouth to retort again. He didn’t say anything because he knew Lee was right. “Precisely.” He gave Google a shit-eating grin. The blue android growled and sat down, facing away from his “brother”. He closed his eyes to try and calm down. But he started thinking.

He didn’t talk to his friend a lot. Nor did he spend much time with them. He knew that humans usually required a lot of affection to thrive, but they were an acception. They didn’t need affection, and he didn’t want to give it. They complemented each other well for that reason.

Unless… they didn’t need affection because he didn’t want to give it. They could adapt pretty well. Maybe it was a coping mechanism. They hung out every once and a while and they always seemed happy to be with him, but… maybe this was a one-sided relationship.

He did like them. He did. He just… couldn’t express it like his brothers. Physical affection was foreign to him. Maybe affection in general. He… wasn’t human. That much was clear. Maybe they needed a human. Maybe… maybe they didn’t need him.

“Oh boy, he’s spiraling,” Oliver called out. Google opened his eyes and whipped around to look at him. The yellow android squeaked and hid behind a chair.

“If you wanna rebuild your relationship, you’ve gotta put in the effort, asshole,” Elliott claimed.

“How so?” Google snorted.

“Almost everyone has a main love language. Mine is quality time. Elliott’s is receiving gifts. Oliver’s is physical touch. Bing’s is words of affirmation. Your love language is acts of service,” Lee explains. Google is taken aback by the statement.

“N… No, it’s not,” He argues weakly.

“Oh? Because you refuse to give Oliver hugs, but will water his flowers without being asked when he’s away?” Lee looked Google in his eyes. Oliver smiled at the blue android. Google heard fans start whirring to cool his processor down.

“That’s not–” He started.

“Or because you refuse to do anything nice for Elliott, but always clean his room when he’s had a bad breakdown?” Lee took his feet off the coffee table and leaned closer to Google. Elliott laughed.

“You–” Google balled his hands into fists. He wanted to be angry, but how could he when they’re right?

“Or because you will not say one nice word to Bing, but you learned how to do skateboard tricks for the sole purpose of helping him perfect them? Is that why you think it’s not?” Lee tilted his head innocently like he hadn’t just shattered Google’s worldview.

“... so… what do I… do?” Google gritted out.

“Well, they like it when you help them with their video games, don’t they?” Lee puts his feet back up on the coffee table. Google steeled himself and walked out the door. The other three androids sat in silence for a moment.

“Does he do anything for you, Lee?” Oliver piped up. Lee snorted.

“Nah, he hates me,” Lee sighed.

“He sat with you yesterday and watched the video you asked him to,” Elliott pointed out, turning the TV on and the volume up. Lee blinked, thinking about it. Then, he smiled.

“... he did, didn’t he?” He whispered.

–

You had woken up in the middle of the night, feeling a strange air to your bedroom. You thought maybe Bing was still there for some reason, and turned the lamp on to confirm. Bing was not there. However, you did stare down Google, who was currently watching you from the edge of your bed. You didn’t particularly enjoy the android Blair Witching you, and cleared your throat to express this thought.

“Google,” you greeted. He nodded in response. “What, uh… whatcha doing?”

“Waiting.” He said.

“For?” You asked.

“You to wake up.”

“Why?”

“So we can… play. Games.”

“... why?”

“... it has come to my attention that I have not been such a good friend as of late, ignoring you in favor of doing other, less energy-consuming things. But you are a mortal and a human and you should be able to live a nice, fulfilling life, and you seem to want me to help achieve that. I cannot give proper physical affection, but I have been informed by the other G-Bots that my love language is acts of service. I consider this to be an act of service because I am helping you.” He explained extensively. You blinked, processing the words in your mind, considering it was 1:00 am and you really wanna fall back asleep. “... unless you don’t want me to.”

“No, I-That’s fine… just… can we do it later? When I’m supposed to wake up? Like… noon?” You rub your eyes to try not to collapse right there.

“Oh. Yes. Of course. Sorry.” His shoulders dropped a little more each time he started a new sentence.

“It’s… fine, just… give me a few hours…” You yawn mid-sentence. You fall back down, making yourself comfortable in the bed.

“Um… what do I do in the meantime?” He asked. You snorted.

“Well you could make yourself useful and lay down so I can use you as a heater,” You joked. You then felt the bed dip. You opened your eyes and turned.

Yup. There was Google. Stiffly laying on his back, eyes wide open. His skin had an orange glow and there was a noise emitting from him. Of course he had a heating feature. Why not?

You sigh and scoot a little closer-not too close, you know he’s not comfortable with that- and just take the warmth that’s given to you. Your last thought before falling back asleep is “Google’s such a good friend. My best friend.”

You didn’t realize that you’d mumbled that out loud, and Google heard it. He turned his head to look at you and respond, but you were already asleep. He closed his mouth, looking back at the ceiling. Your words echoed through his mind for another two or three or 50 minutes until he could fully process the gravity of your words and the responsibility placed upon him.

He was a good friend. Your Best Friend.

For the first time in a long time, Google really, genuinely, smiled.

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I got a notification for Visit Yancy in the middle of finishing this up so I have an idea for an angsty fic GSDYUADFG

[orange-waterfalls]

Cuddle Wuddles!

Googleplier Green(Lee) x gn!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: A bit shorter than normal, but it gets the message across fine, methinks. Lee is emotionally stunted, reader isn’t having it. He eventually gives in. Also I mentioned eyes again since you said you liked yours <333. Cuddles! And fluff. And an emotionally stunted robot. And a bit of Prolonged Eye Contact. Not in detail. Also Lee’s an asshole but we know this. Enjoy!

Word count: 1.2k

Cuddle Wuddles!

You honestly hate him. Really, you do. He’s a bastard and you hate him. A cuddle. That’s all you asked for. A fucking cuddle. Not anything weird or out of the ordinary. And he won’t let you live it down. It’s not like you asked him to hit you or something (not that there’s anything wrong with liking that sort of thing). You shouldn’t have asked Dark if he could visit. You should’ve just… left it alone. You could’ve hung out with Wilford. You could’ve hung out with Derek and it would’ve been a better experience.

“Can I pwease have a cuddwe mistew gween?” He mocked. You sat on your bed, legs and arms crossed as he leaned down near you and teased your simple request. “Do you want to cuddle?''. That’s it. “Pwetty pwease mistew wobot man, I want a wittle cuddwe.” The game he was playing had been long abandoned, the little character waiting patiently in the middle of the screen. The controller had been tossed haphazardly onto the bed nearby and you were tempted to chuck it down the hall.

“Lee. I swear to fucking God. I’m going to kill you,” You point at him warningly. He just taps the tips of his index fingers together.

“May I have a cuddwe wuddle fwom my boyf, uwu?” He was very clearly trying not to laugh. You dropped your hand. His ‘uwu’ voice was starting to get on your nerves. You took a deep breath. No tears. Not now. He’s not being serious. Probably.

“If it’s a fucking no you can just say so,” You grit out. He pauses.

“Oh, come on, I’m kidding!” He laughs. You turn away from him. He scoffs. “Come on…” You stand up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen area.

You walk calmly and you can hear frantic footsteps behind you as he follows. You don’t really have a specific plan, but you want him to feel a little bad. Or at least apologize. Which he won’t. So option one.

“Come on!” He repeats as you start heating up some leftover food. “Babe, I was kidding!” He tends to use “babe” and “homie” interchangeably, as though they are the same word or have the exact same meaning in any context. Which they don’t. But that was pretty fine. Except when he called you “homeslice” when you two had a tender moment after you brushed his hair.

“And I am making food,” You respond. You can feel his baffled expression without even looking. Sure enough, you turned around and he was gaping at you.

“Come on!” He practically begged, “I’m…” You raised your eyebrows. He paused. “I’m… not hungry… and neither are you.” You huffed and spun back around.

Another thing he tends to do is refuse to give an apology in any context, even when he’s wrong.

“Says you,” You snort.

“Yeah, says me, cause I’m right!” He raises his voice a little.

“Uh-huh.” You don’t look at him.

“Babe.”

“Mm.”

“Mate.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Friend?”

“You’re reaching.”

“We can-we can cuddle, if you want!”

“Well, I don’t want to anymore.”

“But--” He let out a harsh breath. You were taken aback by how… sad he sounded all of a sudden. You turned around to look at him. His hands were by his head and his eyes darted across the ground. You tilted your head. He sighed and dropped his arms. “... right. Yeah.” He shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Lee?” You asked, softer.

“Well, when you’re… done eating we can… play… play a bit of Little Nightmares before I go, if you want.” He looked you in your face, but you could tell he was avoiding your eyes. You rolled your eyes.

Emotionally stunted robots.

You put your food back in the fridge and grabbed Lee’s hand. You lead him to the bedroom, him trailing behind nervously. He yelped when you shoved him into your bedroom. He spun around to look at you.

“Wha-” He started with a laugh.

“Do you want to cuddle or not because I’m not gonna do this stupid back and forth all night,” you stated, “Make a goddamn decision.” He stared at you for a minute. You widened your eyes and he coughed and shook his head.

“What? Yeah, I… I’m, uh… sure, yeah, that’s… ok,” He cleared his throat and stood stiffly beside the bed. Your mouth turned up into a smile, though you were still a bit annoyed. You walked over and gently took his arm. You climbed into the bed, him shakily trailing in after. You laid down on your side, getting comfy and looking at him, and waited for him to do the same.

Well, he laid down. That was a start. But his limbs were stiff and he was staring at the ceiling. You watched his face for a little before getting annoyed again.

“Would you fucking relax?” You raised your voice. He jumped and turned his head to look at you. His eyes were a beautiful green, and you silently praised his maker for it. You gave him a soft, warm smile. He relaxed, finally, and turned to you, resting his hands under his head. He stared at you, and you stared back.

After a minute or so of prolonged eye contact, you started to get deeply uncomfortable. You tried looking everywhere but his eyes, but he continued his staring. This was getting weird and borderline creepy. You opened your mouth to tell him so.

“Your eyes are gorgeous.” Your eyes snapped back to his. He was still staring, but it was less focused. More… gazing. You felt your face heat and one of your fingers twitched.

“Lee…” You laughed.

“I could look for hours and never get tired. Like I’m being… drawn in by your tide and swept under the waves.” You blinked. Holy shit. This is what you get? No ‘sorry’s, no ‘i love you’s, BARELY any acknowledgement of any relationship, but you get this after one minute of staring at each other? Really?

“Tell me more.” You smirked and shifted a little closer to him. He hesitantly reached out and poked you in the forehead. “Lee.”

“When you scrunch your nose like that,” He smiles, “it reminds me of the finer things in life.”

“What, like coffee? Chocolate?” You scoff.

“You.” His hand moves to gently grab your chin. He tilts your head left and right, as if he’s inspecting you for something. Or trying to figure something out. You grab his wrist when he goes for your waist.

“You’re being weird.” You squint.

“Am I?” He gives you a smug little grin and quirks an eyebrow. You throw yourself on your back and sit up straight.

“Pick up your damn controller before I start crying.” You sneer. He smiles wide and grabs the controller. You can sense he’s about to start teasing you again, so you give him a pointed look. He keeps his mouth shut, though obviously trying not to smile, and raises his hands in surrender. He sits back against the headboard and you fit yourself in his lap. He wraps his arms around you and holds his controller, you holding his arms. He continues the game.

He plays for a few more hours, commenting every once and a while and cursing whenever he dies. Your eyes start to droop and you feel yourself getting sleepy. You adjust in his arms until your head is laying on his chest. As your breathing slows down and you fall asleep, you hear the faintest “sweet dreams” before you’re out cold.