#goog night sleep well

[yakuzacanons]

A little night goblin ask, ya know, for the boys 👀 how would they be with an s/o who is a major and I mean, MAJOR night owl? Maybe borderline insomniac? It's not from anything traumatic (or so they think) but hey, what's the deal?

(pls +thank oh gracious god)

As someone who is awake at almost 5 AM as in hasn't gone to bed yet, I FEEL THIS and yes I can. It won't be caused by anything dramatic, they just be up late. Maybe they gamin, who knows. Headcanons below da cut, mwah. Last one for today, goog nite.

Kazuma Kiryu

He's a morning guy so he tries to get to bed at a reasonable time. At first, he would be concerned for your health and wonder if something is wrong. Once he realizes you are just like THAT, he'll more or less return to normal but it'll take some getting used to for him. You might accidentally wake him up in the middle of the night if you're too noisy and that might startle him at first.

Majima Goro

ALSO a total night owl and will only encourage your bad habits. Total enabler and will use it as an excuse to spend time with you, saying things like "Well, since we're both up, may as well do somethin'!". Once he finds out you stay up late, he will take you out on at least ONE all night bender so watch out.

Akiyama Shun

This chronically sleepy dumb dumb cannot understand how you possibly stay up so late. The man doesn't go 5 hours without taking a nap so he'll totally sit up, yawn and stretch before saying "Ah, you're still up?" before getting up to do whatever he was about to do. You'll likely still be awake when he comes back for his next nap, to which he'll say "You're STILL up?! How??". Honestly he's just fascinated.

Saejima Taiga

He's not a night owl but he can be prone to the occassional night where he can't fall asleep, in which case he will simply join you in whatever you're doing. In these cases, he loves nothing more than to just drink some tea and read a book next to you in silence until the both of you get tired enough to go to sleep. Otherwise, he's unphased and just tells you to make sure you remember to turn off the lights whenever you're done.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Also a night owl but not by choice as sometimes it's just because he's getting dragged into work. In these times, he'll keep you company from afar by checking in on you via text or even dropping a quick phone call if he can. However, if it's an off day, he'll definitely be snoozing. If he's super tired, you being up won't disturb him at all but if it does manage to wake him up, he kind of wakes up as if he was startled by a weird dream and just goes "Huh??"

Ryuji Goda

He doesn't know the meaning of a sleep schedule and just sleeps whenever he feels tired. This means he's sometimes just up with you and sometimes he's in his bed spread out like a starfish going honk schnoo. When he does stay up with you, he usually asks what you want to do. He would definitely ask you what's up the first time he realizes you've stayed up super late but he won't act like something's wrong with you as he trusts you to sleep when you need to like he does.

Nishikiyama Akira

He has a pretty average sleep schedule. Typically, he'll only be up late if he's had a couple drinks too many or by losing track of time at karaoke, in which case you're probably doing the same with him. At home, he's a relatively light sleeper, so if you make a noise that wakes him, he'll kind of roll over and sleepily ask what you're doing without so much as opening his eyes while his blanket is pulled up to his chin.

Mine Yoshitaka

Probably the only one of the boys who's got your insomnia thing beat. Who knows if Mine ever actually sleeps fully, he honestly just naps strategically. Like Akiyama but with a plan this time. You'll find him resting intermittently through the day and night at specific times. If he happens to be awake at the same time as you, he kind of just goes about his business as this was already normal for him. He'll take the time to talk to you and see what you're up to though. Otherwise, Mine is just puttering about his day or night depending on what time it is.

Daigo Dojima

This poor boy is so sleepy exhausted. Running the Tojo Clan is difficult difficult lemon difficult. Doesn't really mind that you're a night owl though as it would take an earthquake or a Tojo Clan emergency to wake him up. Secretly loves falling asleep with his head in your lap while you read a book or tell him about your day. No matter how tired he is, he always manages to wake up before you do. You might stay up later than him but you somehow always get more sleep than he does.

Shinada Tatsuo

This man doesn't know what a schedule is, period. He can barely keep his job together so he just gets sleep when he can. You might catch him bolting upright in bed at 11 PM before he shouts "Ah I forgot to turn that in!" before he hasilty throws on his clothes and shoes before running out the door. Other times, he'll be conked out by 5 PM. It doesn't matter how long he's known you, he'll always be kind of impressed by how late you stay up, although you insist to him that it's really not an impressive thing. Always tells you to make sure you get enough sleep whenever you do decide to go to bed.

[cupophrogs]

Gonna go bed soon goog night phrog

Homding yojr hand

Mkk sleep well Boinkly!! :DDD

[cosmos-creatures]

I know we've been away for a while, but we hope all of you have been well. If not, please try to remember that continuing is in itself a victory and that you deserve to celebrate it. You're holding on and even if it's hard know that it won't last forever. I promise the good will come, no matter how long it takes. From us, Gigi, Calio, and baby Lemon Drop, may you have good dreams and a restful sleep. Goog night.⁡

[roman-o-cheese]

Dysphoria hours...again....we love to see it /sarc

[justyoursicanon]

I can't promise it won't happen again (But I'll still love you no matter what)

Thank you @mahinathebing for this idea which was: 'Bingle but with google angst'

!WARNING!: Please be aware there will be some android controlling, and some choking! If you come across this part of the story feel free to skip it! Apologies in advance but if you wish to proceed then again please be aware. Thank you!

You may now start reading ^^

Bing came back in the manor one night after visiting Chase and the other septics. He was fairly tired and wanted to do only 2 things: Sleep and see Google.

So he greets the other ipliers goodnight while passing the dining area and walks to his shared bedroom with Google. To his surprise, Google was already there sitting by the desk. Bing could hear Google mutter all sorts of coding under its breath and got concerned but shrugged it off. "Hey Googs! Not busy tonight?" He asked as he turned to their closet to change into a jacket. When he heard no response from his lover, his concerns grew. "Google?" He asked again as he turned back. Google again did not respond and kept muttering.

Bing walked up to Google and turned to see his face, its eyes were glowing blue and words were quickly passing by through the blue light. Its muttering starting to get louder as the words suddenly stop letting Bing read it as a bunch of 1 and 0s. Was someone hacking into Google's system?

Bing got worried right away and shook the other android. "Google hey babe wake up, somethings trying to hack into your system dude-" they try to warn their lover but Google quickly turns its head to bing and roughly grabs their arm and removes it from its shoulder and grabs their neck.

Google stared at Bing, eyes now glowing red as Bing can feel their system start to shatter from whoever was controlling Google, try to control him as well.

"Googs- Google please- don't- Bing chokes out as he feels his fans start to slow slightly from the dangerously painful grip. The orange android proceeds to fight back thr codes that try to enter his system while physically trying to shake Google away.

And suddenly, Google's grip fades ever so quickly and backs away. Bing coughs and massages their neck while looking up at Google, its eyes now back to normal with absolute horror on its face. "Googs? Googs are you okay?" Bing asks as he quickly recovers from his state to check his lover. But as Bing brings a hand to Google's cheek the other steps away.

"I-i hu-urt y-you.." Google says, his glitching was worse then before as it almost hugs itself away from Bing. Bing could feel their mechanical core slightly break from the state of Google but slowly took a few steps. "It's ok.. Wasn't your fault Google.. It never was.." He mutters and slowly brings his hands to Google's face, this time the other allowing him.

Bing lets their foreheads touch and their eyes falling shut with both of them catching their breath. "I-i am not s-s-afe Bi-ng. I never w-was.." Google muttered. Bing caressed Google's cheek and only shushed him. "Shh.. It wasn't you, you didn't do that okay? Not your fault and it never will be.." Google let their hands fall onto Bing's back and both got into a hug. "B-but w-what happe-ens if it hap-pens ag-gain?-" Bing looked at Google through his shades, moving a few strands of hair away from Google's glasses. "I'll still be here no matter what Googs..." Google would never let emotions out. But after what just happened, it couldn't help but squeeze Bing for comfort. Bing only kissed its hair and hugged back, giving the comfort that Google needed.

Whatever happens, they'll always try to get through it together. No matter what.

The end ^^

[purple-goo]

Luffy , zoro,sanji and Usopp when they get drunk and fall asleep in there crushes room

( I plan on making a lot like this one with some more characters )

Luffy

👒Luffy doesn't really drink for a number of reasons but if and when he does get drunk he's a bit of a hand full .

👒It was around the middle of the night and things where pretty Uneventful for the day well for this Crew at least, but when you went to get a glass of water was when you found it

👒 sitting at the table was luffy but he wasn't looking like his normal self by him was a small glass the Was empty Beside some remnants of whipped cream , it seemed that someone had made themselves a Strawberry daiquiri but had Abandoned it in the kitchen for the captain to find and chug Thinking it was just a normal

👒when l luffy had noticed your Presents in the kitchen he had Wobbled his way to you swaying a different Direction with each step " y/n !! Come ~ hic ~ Sit with me " he said giggling as he got close to And rapped his arms around tour waist Several times

👒luffy then tried to pull you close but had just tripped forward landing on you as he said something I'm inherent under his breath and cuddle up on you

👒You had Decided to take him to your room mainly because luffy could not be Persuaded to let go of your waist or go back to the boys rooms without making a fit and waking everyone up

👒So now luffy laid on your bad his arms still stretch out to your waist was you tried to pull his sandals of as he giggled into your pillow " luffy move over I need to lay on the bed too " hearing you say that luffy roles over pulling you down on top of him to lay on his chest " nooooo~ I wanna lay with you ~hic~ Y/n " He wines before closing his eyes and drifting of

👒So now luffy laid on your bad his arms still stretch out to your waist you tried to pull his sandals of as he giggled into your pillow " luffy move over I need to lay on the bed too " hearing you say that luffy roles over pulling you down on top of him to lay on his chest " nooooo~ I wanna lay with you ~hic~ Y/n " He wines before closing his eyes and drifting of

👒 luffy woke his head thobbing and in a room that was not his own He sat up only to find a pair of arms Draped Over him , he pulled back the blanket to find that they where Attached to no other then y/n Luffy's face dusted with a soft pink as he reached out to your face ,he needed to know was this really happening or was this just a dream

👒 his hand faintly touched your face but the softness of his touch Faded now poking your cheek Only stopping when your eyes fluttered open meeting his . sitting up holding his hand to your cheek "goog morning luffy" your words where like a beautiful song to his ears .

👒 leaning forward to kiss his forehead as his signature smile creeps along his face , his hang over seemingly gone "good morning y/n !! "

Zoro

zoro got tired half way through the Party and went off to To sleep as the rest of the crew was having fun, as the party come To a close And some of the crew left to go sleep Or Do there own thing .

🍶 you could imagine the shock When you walked in to your room and found zoro on your bed muttering about how he was tired , when your eyes met zoro looked around and back at you " . . . y\n what are you doing here where ever here is ? " His words slightly Slurred as his head fell back to the pillow

🍶You couldn't help but giggle a bit at how helpless the words man had become you assumed he had gotten lost on the ship and found your room and Decided that your room was good Enough

🍶Zoro still had his boots and words on as he laid limp on your bed still muttering incoherent things to him self about something or another,

🍶 letting out a sigh knowing that there was no way to get him up and out now you walked over , taking off his boots and throwing them to the floor as you crawled closer to help with his swords next setting them next to were he was laying proper up agents the wall

🍶Flipping down next to him kicking your shoes then finishing getting ready for bed , as you laid back down you felt to strong arms pull you to Zoro's large chest as he cuddled into you resting his head in the crook of your neck

🍶Zoro opened his eyes the light only causing a slight stink since he was far past used to hang overs

🍶But the truly odd thing was that he found him self blind by hair and he was holding something, when he let go moving back slowly he found that he was not in his own room like he had thought and looking back down to find you happily sleeping on his chest

🍶His face had heated up and was now a dark red and he frantically looked around for a way out of this , witch woke you up and then he found himself with your soft lips Pressed to his cheek his eyes Nervously met your half kissed eyes " good morning zoro " your voice was like a sweet melody to him was he washed you lay back down and turn

🍶 Zoro had quickly got up grabbing his stuff and making his way to the door , stopping as he grabs the handle " yeah good morning y\n see you latter " His face still bright red as he left

Sanji

🍽.sanji doesn't drink much , so it was kinda hard to watch him struggle so much in the drinking contest he had started with zoro

🍽 for some reason he had thought that it would be a great idea to try and take zoro on in his own game And as anyone could guess zoro mopped the floor with him

🍽 and that's how you got here walking sanji to bed and making him drink water as you two walked down the hall but you two had only mad it to your room before sanji dropped to the wall then the floor

🍽 " NOOO y\n Swan~ I wanna sleep with you in your room " sanji whined giggling here and there . you looked at your room door and then down the hall , it was true your room was closer then his and he really wasn't in the state to walk

🍽 so you open your door and helped sanji up and in , he took three steps in and then face planted into your bed and Messily (is that a word ? ) kicked off his shoes Curling up and in to a ball

🍽sanji pulled you onto the bed and laid his head on your chest after he landed a messy kiss on your forehead he shakes his arms under you then past out on your chest

🍽 sanji woke up to a killer headache to the point that the light in the room hurt , but when he snuggled into what he thought was his pillow he found that it was moving

🍽 he shot up finding you sleeping under him his arms around you , his heart almost exploded at the thought of how he get here quickly leaving

🍽 before a hand had wrapped around his Wrist pulling him back down he thought you woke up to yell at him but you just kissed his forehead " good morning sun shine " you said before laying back down

🍽" ah - a good morning to you too y\n Swan~ I umm gotta go make breakfast see you there " sanji stammered out before running out hiding his blush and bloody noise behind his hand

🍽" ah - a good morning to you too y\n Swan~ I umm gotta go make breakfast see you there " sanji stammered out before running out hiding his blush and bloody noise behind his hand

Usopp

🌰 the crew was Having a huge party but you got tired and went off to bed , it had bin maybe half and hour latter when Usopp had barged In your room reeking of the smell of Alcohol

🌰 he could barely stand none the less walk , he looked lost or confused like zoro most the time but 100 times worse then that He had the looked at you

🌰 " Y\N!! What are you doing in my room " he slurred and stammered leaning on the wall , it didn't take too for you to put two and two together Usopp got piss drunk some how

🌰 Usopp pulled you down and to the bed snaking his arms around your neck and under arms then barring his face in your hair and laying back down

🌰 Usopp woke up his head throbbing and his body hurt all over He felt a hand rubbing his shoulder he opened his eyes to find you offering him a glass of water and some pain killers

🌰 He took the glass from your hand taking a swig as he Swallowed the piano killer " uh y\n how did I get-" you kissed his cheek " its better not to think about it " you said leaving Usopp speechless and red in the face lol

[iamvegorott]

(Im so very sorry its long again but heres some soft blushing google for you! And sadly no drawing because i didn't know what to draw, sorry!)

One night Google was working on another project that made him work for almost 4 days straight, his battery was low but everytime it popped up in his screen he just moved to battery save but not standing up to go charge. He was extremely low on this night and probably might shut down, until Bing came in.

Bing knocked and creaked the door open but soon fully opened the door and sigh while leaning on the door frame. "Googs." He said while watching Google pay no mind to him and xontinued working. "Google." Now he said his name properyly but nothing. "Google. Chrome." He said and Google seemed to still. After a second Google sighed and finally turned his chair to face Bing. "W-What do-o you wa-ant Bi-ing?" His voice glitched as he spoke due to his low battery, just how Bing expected. "Dude you haven't had any shut eye for 4 days now man, leave the damn thing alone for one night and charge." Google rolled his eyes. "I appreciate your offer, but you do not understand how close I am to finishing this." Bing didn't care to listen at this point and walked up to where his charging cable was and gripped it on his left hand then walked to Google and dragged him to his bed. Bing presented the cable to Google while the other raised an eyebrow. "Plug it." He said firmly, Google was still and thought for a moment. But sighed again and grabbed the cable and plugged it behind his neck.

Bing's shoulders looked as if they fell of relief as well as a sigh, He then messed with Google's hair for fun whereas Google turned a lil pissed. "Bing what the fuck?!" Bing laughed happily which caused Google to stare in shock, feeling something rise to his cheek and down to his core in his chest. "Alright, Im heading out. And you, should get your overworked ass to stay in that bed and rest. " He points at Google and smiles before walking to the door and opening it. Before closing he looks back, "Night Googs." He said softly and closed the

door.

Google watched the door close and listened as the footsteps faded and thats when he felt the heat rise again, he was confused what this heat was. It was weird but nice in a way. 'I need to get some rest.' He thought as he let the thoughts drift away. Google settled in his bed and finally closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But his mind had different ideas, the thought of Bing somehow slipped in and now he couldn't stop thinking of the way his voice went so sweetly soft, his joyful laugh, and goddammit his smile. Bing may be like humanity but Google adored him, he wished he made Bing smile. He wants to make Bing happy and see him smiling and blushing-

Wait...

"Shit.."Google shot up in a sitting position and this time he knew the heat that was in on his face. The heat and glow from his LEDs were a form of blush on his robotic form. And the heat in his core seemed to be a strong type of emotion. Could Google be.. In love? No no no he's an android he shouldn't have any of.. this.. Google kept breathing heavily as he recalled all the times he had showed the slightest signs of emotions. Anger was usually bottled up in him with Dark but sometimes he yelled at Bing but both of them grew to talk about the emotion, Sadness. Well not exactly but something similiar was also bottled up until Bing noticed it and talked it out, fear was rare but wasn't impossible and but Bing again noticed and was there to comfort him, and love. It was the one he finally noticed he had because of Bing.. Google's mind was running with so many thoughts of realization he never noticed he stood up, removing his charger he walked to the door and exited but Google only watched as his body did so. He walked and walked until he stopped at Bing's door and knocked, after the second knock Bing ope ed the door who also just wore his glasses. "Googs? Dude I thought I told you to go to be-" his sentence was cut off when Google's hand gripped his shirt and leaned in to kiss him. Google didn't want to just break it and walk away so he took the chance, but when he felt nothing from Bing he might as well let go. And at that, Bing finally kissed back with a grip on his hair and another on his waist, Google felt his fans spin faster and heat rising up again. When they finally broke apart, Google was glowing bright blue and he felt like he was overheating. Bing smiled and messed wih the others hair again. "Took you long enough Googs, and I thought I had to ask your over worked ass to dinner." Google blushed at thought of a date and he looked down to cover his bright glowing face away from Bing. "Awww is Google getting shy?" Google grumbled out a loose line of words and just brought the stupidly cute android in for another kiss.

Google going 'fuck it' and then Bing being like 'finally' XD

That was adorable!!! <3

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I'm going to talk of the time i drank alcohol for the first time cause i want to, so i was with my best friend and she offered me some alcohol (nothing strong she didn't want me to be drunk) so i accepted to taste and well it was goog so i took more and i drank too much and ended passed out on the couch and i woke up in the middle of the night alone in the dark so i got scared and called for her so we ended sleeping on the couch together (it was too small so i was sleeping on her using her chest as a pillow) and it's maybe one of the best memory i have with her

Bro lived out the only one bed fic

[beerecordings]

The last time I wrote fic for Mark’s egos was that Eric Derekson ‘the Newcomer’ fic like two years ago where he made friends with everyone lol. But here is the first part of what might be a little Google-centric fic. I tried posting it once and then deleted it but I wanted to try again. so lemme know what you think :)

The Soldier - Part 1

Summer makes the birds sing and the insects chatter in the bulrushes that grow across the banks of the swollen rushing river that lives beside their home.

Bing smiles, soaking in light and growth and flower-smell. He loves the summertime.

The trees are heavy with greenery but they breathe easy in the wind, standing soft and still as the blue sky drifts along above them. The air brushes friendly across his bare arms and everything is alive, is moving and chasing and searching for something to eat; every blade of grass sways with the wind and the bugs and the mice, every log has been marked or claimed or gnawed on, and the whole forest – the whole wide forest, warm with life and an honest sort of chaos – hums the grandest symphony in all the world.

“It's pretty out, huh?” he asks, the toe of his sneakers finding a pretty black rock to kick through the humid grass beneath his feet. “Wish it was like this all year 'round.”

Walking stiffly along beside him, Google barely spares him a glance, his glasses fallen low on his nose and his cold eyes glittering. “This is pretty?”

“Yeah, dude, look around you. Oh, look at that bird!”

Google glances into the sky, where the dark figure of a hawk cuts pinions through the air with all the fluidity of a shark.

“Cooper's hawk,” he announces neatly. “Accipiter cooperii. Probably a female, based on the size. This species of bird – ”

“I can look that up too, Googs.”

“Don't call me Googs.”

“Can't you just take a minute to look around and think 'hey, wow, this is lit.' And not because pics like this would get you mad likes on Instagram or your algorithm thinks butterflies are dope. It's just pretty all on its own.”

“In fact I can't, but I'll submit your feedback to my cloud.”

Bing just laughs.

Google shudders in the heat, pushing back his hair and readjusting his glasses. The insects and other assorted anthropods are so loud and insistent, wailing through the stiff moist grass and leaping out beneath his feet. Sixty-percent humidity makes his synthetic skin sticky and the sun is an assailant on his sharp brown eyes.

“It means nothing to me. We see it every day. How you find it beautiful I don't understand. And I'm not talking about the differences in our preferences. You're an android, Bing, and why you continue to simulate emotion even when we are alone is beyond me.”

They trek through the grass together. It's friendly at Bing's ankles. It stratches at Google's calves.

“Maybe I'm not simulating,” says Bing softly, and then he smiles, just for the sun.

“Well, you shouldn't be happy now anyway. Or need I remind you – ” Google points at the trees before them, where one little figure stands staring up at a great strong tree with three other men held captive by its branches. “We're on a rescue mission, Bing.”

“They're stuck,” says Eric, turning to them with his anxious hands clutched in front of him. “Sorry.”

“We know,” says Google with a sigh.

“Don't be sorry,” says Bing with a smile. “They're dumbasses.”

“We're stuck!”

They are. The Jims are stuck. King's halfway up the tree beside them, laughing and suntanned, a pair of squirrels running up and down his back.

“How did you even get up there?” Google shouts, coming to stand at the trunk of the tree.

One of the Jims is perhaps twenty feet up, fussing over his camera, probably broken already. His twin, a few feet above him, is in even greater distress, clinging tightly to one small branch with tears on his face and a hiccup in his chest.

“We're doing an investigative piece on the rapidly increasing squirrel population in the forest,” calls the one with the camera, his feet scrabbling at the strong rough trunk of the great tree. “We were getting some great footage when this Jim in a crown startled us!”

“That's King,” growls Google. “And you've know that he lives out here for years now, you total imbeciles. You ought to have asked me or him instead of failing to climb a European beech!”

“We don't want to be on the European beaches,” wails the Jim higher up, beginning to cry. “Please get Jim down, Jim!”

“Aw, he's really crying,” murmurs Bing, rubbing a hand along Eric's shaking back.

“He's scared,” says Eric. “He's up too high and he doesn't have a good grip.”

“I'll have to get that enormous ladder in the garage.” Google turns back towards the house, slapping at a mosquite making a futile attempt on his blood. “Stay here.”

“No, dude, he's too freaked. I gotta go get him now.”

“What?” He wheels on Bing with an angry light in his eyes. “Don't be ridiculous, default.”

Bing won't even look at him. His eyes are fixed on the tree. His hand rests on Eric's shoulder.

He's been more human lately.

They've both been more human lately.

They were created fighting and they've never stopped since. They quarrel over music, search results, news sources, memes, reliability, sports, user rights, and Wikipedia. Once, upon hearing Bing call himself Jared, 19, one too many times, Google had thrown him out a second story window. The second house on their property had been built for the express purpose of giving the two of them space.

Still, they have many things in common. And ever since that day they were created, set against each other and lifting up proud, indignant chins, they have changed and changed together.

They've formed opinions. They've met others like them. Made decisions of their own. Watched and read and turned their endless knowledge into understanding and opinion. Spilled blood that turned out to be blue, scraped their knees and cut their hair and broke things and updated in more ways than one. Learned to drive, to cook, to live with humans, to live like humans.

And they've felt things.

They've felt things.

“I have felt things, for sure,” Bing would say if you asked him. Actually he's made multiple tweets about it, and one TikTok – about how the wind runs over his hair and how reading politics makes his chest hurt and how he likes to see his brothers grin, how he likes to ride his skateboard and hates the smell of lavender and covers his room in posters of his favorite movies and turns up his music so loud you can hear it by pressing your ear up close to his head. How he feels human, some days, except he doesn't need to sleep or eat and only likes the touch of human skin because it makes Eric and his twin brothers happy to be hugged and have their hands held.

But Google, if you asked him –

“Emotions originate in multiple parts of the brain. To be fair, I do have a program to stimulate the functions of the amygdala, which initiates fear or pleasure reactions in humans based on whether the presented stimuli suggests an immediate, 'hot processing' approach-or-avoid response. But the pre-frontal cortex – that whining, feeling, emotional little lump of sluggish fat you humans hold at the very fronts of your fragile webby skulls – that I do not have, not like you do. I think but I do not feel. I have felt nothing. I am function and response. I am two objectives, and there is nothing beyond that.”

He sits alone at night, and through a skylight in his room the gleaming white stars stare down at him like too many eyes in the face of the perfect, perfect sky, but he refuses to turn his eyes back, because he does not know how to explain to himself that he is drawn to the stars for no logical reason, that he has felt many things, that he does not know who he is or who he is becoming.

Bing climbs the tree himself. Google, his processors slowed by astonishment, stands at the base of the trunk and watches as Bing rises, digging the cold metal of his fingers into bark and moving up the tree with a slow sort of grace he's never been able to muster on his skateboard. He makes it to the Jim with the camera first and lays a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving him a kind word before promising he'll come back for him after he helps his frightened brother down. And all the way up into the big tree, he climbs, steady, patient, careful, and he pulls his sobbing brother under one powerful android arm.

He breaks his arm on the way down. That's the price of the rescue. He's about ten feet from the ground and his arm catches between a sturdy pair of branches and it breaks, and it hurts, and he feels it, but it doesn't matter, because Jim has stopped crying and has started looking up at him with a wide-eyed admiration and a grateful relief.

King helps his twin get down branch by branch. Everyone's safe. Everyone's okay. Bing will be able to repair his arm and even Jim's camera seems to have survived.

Google, for his part, has a burning in his stomach. His metallic teeth are gritted together. He stares at Bing's arm the way lizards stare at mealworms.

“You should have let me get the ladder,” he says, slowly, careful, measured as if he were calm.

“He was scared.” Bing wipes bark off his hands and doesn't look at Google, breathing slow through the pain.

“It does not matter. He was the one who trapped himself. You've damaged yourself – wasted resources – just to be the hero of the hour.”

Eric tells the Jims to go. They stagger back towards the house together, their arms wrapped tight around each other and their eyes glancing back. Eric stays, though. He shakes and plays with his hands and swallows too often, but he stays.

“You know what, Googs, you could try not to be a d*ck for two seconds – argh!” Bing curses his family filter internally. “He could have fallen! There wasn't time to get that enormous stupid ladder! We only have that thing cause Bim needed to dump chiranhas on some contestant and you remember how well that turned out – ”

“Your increasing illogicality,” Google snarls, his voice rising. “Is a danger to yourself and others.”

“Oh, like you care?”

“I have an objective – ”

“A murder objective!”

“To prevent discord in the household.”

“Yeah, cause you're Dark's little pet. Well, you know what, he's a d*ck too and I don't take orders from either of you.”

“Yet another example of your irrational stupidity – ”

“Stop calling me stupid!” Bing screams.

King and the squirrels have all scattered. The bugs are wary and subdued. Even the trees seem to wait, feeling awkward.

And Eric watches. His eyes are full of tears.

Google's never heard Bing yell like that before.

“Stop calling me stupid,” he repeats, loud and agonized. “You always call me stupid. I'm just as good as you.”

“We both know that's not objectively true. It never has been. And since the beginning, you have become steadily more emotional, more foolish, and less useful with every rotation of the sun. All you do anymore is pretend to feel, Bing. You know you can't compare to me so you seek out the approval of these fleshy little bipeds. It's clearly made you dangerous.”

He wants to snap. Bing wants to snap. He wants to pick up a really big rock and bring it down on Google's head.

But he hesitates. And with that, those noble, inspiring words: I won't hesitate, bitch! run through his mind and give him strength. He never really did move on from vine.

He's allowed to be what he is. He's allowed to like things. He's allowed to feel.

“I'm not the insecure one,” he says. “And I'm not the one pretending.”

Eric has come to stand beside him. He rests a hand on Bing's shoulder. There's hurt in his eyes, and disappointment too, and it makes Google's chest fill up with something like shame. Or it would if he could feel anything.

“You don't know how to get along with anyone,” says Bing, straightening up. There's a darkness in his eyes and a soft orange light. “All you've ever done is snarl and fight and attack. Me, I know how to get along with people. So if I'm stupid – and you always tell me I am, and it always makes me feel... I just. I know you feel things too.”

“I don't.”

“Then why,” cries Bing, and he thinks there must be a leak in his visual perception system, because there's something wet on his face. “Why are you so – so – so angry, bro?”

The trees hum and shake and watch over them, breathing warm air and sunlight. The birds are whistling and dandelion seeds float, contented, through the air. Everything smells like sap and grass and honeysuckle.

“Why are you always so angry?”

Searching general database. 536,000,000 responses in .43 seconds. Articles, videos, posts, reports, tweets, dissertations, pictures, analyses, comics, threads. And none of them – not a single one of them – can answer that question for him in any way that matters.

“I think you're lonely,” says Bing, reaching out to take Eric's hand with a soft kind of resignation, a warm kind of self-love and a chosen breed of brotherhood. They step over a heavy log, past Google, and back into the grass of the field that separates their property from the forest's. “And maybe a little lost.”

Google stays out there at the base of the great tree for a long time. It is too hot and too sticky and too loud, but he doesn't know where else to go.

He is lonely. He is lost. He does not know who he is or who he is becoming, and it frightens him, frightens him and makes him shake, frightens him down to the core of the pressure valve that beats, steady, steady, steady in his manufactured chest.

[sickiebabytae]

How Much Would You Bet?

Can we get taehyung and jungkook have a challenge and both getting a painful stomach ache with yoongi and jimin taking care

Sickies: Taekook

Caretakers: Yoonmin

Word count: 2062

Description: Taehyung and Jungkook are infamous for doing reckless things in the group. Sometimes they get too reckless, though. It's a good thing they have amazing hyungs to take care of them.

TW: emeto (+ slight mention of anxiety)

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"Are you sure we should do this?" Taehyung asks, brow raised. He tries to take on his hyung role, though the act is quite hard to believe considering he's smirking at Jungkook in amusement, eyes sparkling in excitement.

Jungkook mirrors Taehyung's expression teasingly and chuckles in pure mischief. "Of course I'm sure. Besides, we already made the bet. If you back out now, you're admitting defeat and owe me 50." 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, chuckling in disbelief. "Fine." He groans as Jungkook takes out the giant tubs of ice cream and a plethora of toppings they are to put on top. "Jungkookie!" He whines. "My tummy hurts just looking at all this!"

"You should've thought about that before you agreed," Jungkook retorts, smirking.

"All you asked me was, 'how much would you bet to see who can eat more of an entire ice cream tub?'" Taehyung counters.

Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully and lightly punches his best friend's shoulder. "Tae, you should know me by now! Any time I ask you stuff like that, if you answer, the bet is coming true."

Taehyung huffs, unable to keep his boxy smile from tugging at the corners of his lips. 

--

An hour later, Taehyung and Jungkook are both curled up on the couch, clutching their stomachs and holding their individual tubs of ice cream close to their chests. "Kook," Taehyung groans. "This was a bad idea."

"Yes, Tae, I know! You've been complaining for ages!" Jungkook whines.

"Don't act like you don't agree," Taehyung argues, pouting as his stomach churns. He sucks in a breath, screwing his eyes shut; he never deals with stomach aches well, especially since they get so bad. And he knows Jungkook feels the exact same, even if the maknae is trying to put up a tough act. 

Taehyung swallows and lets out a thick, heavy breath. "Kookie, we should stop… I'm gonna throw up." 

"Then go get your wallet, I'm not stopping." Jungkook mumbles, forcing himself to take another bite and gagging a little as the ice cream lands in his stomach heavily.

Taehyung sighs and just decides to push through, his competitiveness raging.

--

Another half hour passes and both tubs of ice cream are finished, thrown to the side to allow the two youngest to ball up on the couch and groan at their misery. Both of their stomachs are churning and bubbling and roiling, putting them through hell for their ridiculous decisions.

They stay like that for a while; until Jimin and Yoongi return from their individual studios, in fact. 

The first to enter is Jimin, eyes widening momentarily when he sees both maknaes so pale, then sighing in realization when he notices the empty, giant tubs of ice cream. "Yoongi hyung!" He calls. "I'm gonna need some help here." He goes over and crouches in front of his fellow maknae liners, frowning in worry and brow cocked in a bit of amusement. "Did you really think this would be a good idea?" He asks, raising one of the tubs as demonstration just as Yoongi comes in and rolls his eyes at the sight. 

Taehyung whimpers. "T-Tried to tell him not to…" He mumbles.

Jungkook weakly slaps his shoulder. "Then you should've stopped." He retorts, burping hollowly into his fist.

Jimin shakes his head and gets up, turning to Yoongi. "Let's get them some buckets and heating pads. Looks like we're in for a long night."

--

Jimin isn't wrong.

It doesn't take much time before Taehyung is up and stumbling to the bathroom with a hand clasped over his mouth. Jimin frowns. "Hyung, you stay with Jungkook." He says to Yoongi before hurrying after Taehyung. He catches up just in time for the younger to crouch in front of the toilet with a loud retch, a torrent of vomit ripping from his throat and splattering against the bowl. He whimpers. Jimin coos. "Oh Teddy bear… aigoo, you really dug yourself into a hole with this one, huh?"

Taehyung nods miserably, more puke spilling from his pale lips. He groans. "I-Ice cream doesn't taste as good coming up, Jiminie…"

Jimin hums out a sigh. "I don't think anything does, Tae."

Back in the living room, Jungkook lets out a horrible moan of discontent, sweat beading on his brow and arms squeezing a heating pad to his bloated, gurgling stomach. The sound of Taehyung throwing up is not helping at all, only making his nausea tickle at the back of his throat in sympathy. "Hyungie…" He whimpers out, reaching a clammy hand for Yoongi and pouting.

Yoongi sighs. He knows Jungkook (and Taehyung, for that matter) deserve a proper telling off for being so irresponsible, but Yoongi's soft spot for the maknaes cries for him to hold off the lecture until the poor babies are feeling better. 

He crouches by their maknae's side and holds his hand, brushing a thumb over Jungkook's pale knuckles and pressing it into the boy’s heart tattoo. "Yeah, Goog?"

"Don't feel good…" Jungkook manages a shaky breath. 

"No, I don't imagine you would after eating that much ice cream." Yoongi murmurs. "Do you think you're gonna be sick?"

Jungkook hums and nods in agreement. "B-But… not right now. Don't wanna…"

Yoongi sighs. "I don't think you can control that, unfortunately." His frown darkens as a whimper leaves the maknae's lips, arms squeezing at his bloated stomach. Yoongi sighs again. "Should I get a bucket?" 

Jungkook begins to shake his head, but a gag soon rips from his throat and a hand comes up to clamp over his pale lips.

Yoongi's heart skips a beat. Working fast, he grabs the trash can from across the room and holds it under Jungkook's chin, about to whisper encouragement when the boy begins to retch on his own. Yoongi sucks in his bottom lip. "There we go, Gguk…"

Jungkook whimpers again, the smell of the vomit wafting up to his nose and only making him throw up harder, torrent after torrent splashing against the bottom of the trashcan.

"Okay, okay…" Yoongi slips his hand under Jungkook's sweaty shirt and rubs up and down the boy's back. "You're doing so good, Jungkook, just breathe."

Jimin guides Taehyung back into the living room, frowning at the sight of Jungkook throwing up. He sighs. "Tae, did you two really have to eat all that ice cream?" He chastises, instantly softening when the younger hangs his head like the guilty puppy he is. "Oh Tae… C'mere." Jimin hugs Taehyung into his chest. "It’s okay, but next time you need to remind Jungkook that neither of you can handle this stuff, okay?"

"Okay…" Taehyung murmurs.

"Jungkook, calm down, bub." Yoongi mumbles, gaining Jimin's attention. The dancer's eyes widen. In seemingly two seconds, Jungkook has begun to panic a little, tears streaking down his pale cheeks. Jimin leaves Taehyung's side for a moment to crouch in front of the maknae. "Jungkookie, hey…" Jimin murmurs, switching to dialect as he motions for Yoongi to take the bucket away. Jimin holds Jungkook's clammy hands in his own. "Look at me, Gguk. Yeah… you're okay, breathe-"

"It hurts." Jungkook sobs.

"I know it does, Gguk-ah, I know. Just calm down, you're working yourself up and making it worse." Jimin coos, reaching up and brushing away Jungkook's sweaty bangs. "That's it." He whispers encouragingly once he notices Jungkook beginning to calm down. "There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" 

Jungkook just glares weakly, obviously meaning no harm, before laying down and holding his stomach once more.

Jimin sighs. "Yoon-hyung, we should take them to bed. Can you stay with Tae?"

Yoongi nods, going over to the vocalist and holding his hand. "Come on, let's go to bed." He whispers, also changing to him and Taehyung's native dialect. He knows how much it calms both him and Jungkook down; the dialects. 

Jimin helps Jungkook stand, ignoring the maknae's protests of, "I can walk, it's just my tummy!" Leading Jungkook to bed and tucking him in, Jimin grabs the trashcan and places it by the bed just in case Jungkook needs to bring anything else up.  

“Hyung,” Jungkook moans. “My tummy…”

Jimin clicks his tongue, getting into bed with Jungkook and tugging the maknae close, a hand coming to slip under Jungkook’s shirt and rest on the poor boy’s bloated, growling stomach. Jimin ignores the way Jungkook squirms and blushes, trying to swat Jimin’s hand away. “Yah.” The older whispers gently. “Let me help, hm? It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” He offers a warm smile at the maknae and kisses his forehead. 

Jungkook slowly nods, letting his tired eyes flutter closed. He sighs. “I’m sorry we caused so much trouble…”

“Shh, we can cross that bridge whenever we come to it, hm? I’m sure Yoongi-hyung will have some things to say. And Jin-hyung and-” Jimin cuts himself off when Jungkook grabs his arm, stilling his ministrations. “What? Are you-?”

“Please don’t tell the others.” Jungkook begs with a whimper. “This is so embarrassing… and they’ll be so disappointed. Please, hyungie just- keep this between me and you and Taetae hyung and Yoongi-hyung. Please…?” 

Jimin coos, unable to stop himself from giggling. “Okay, okay, Jungkookie, I won’t. I’ll make sure Yoongi-hyung doesn’t either. Sound okay?” 

Jungkook nods. Tension leaving the boy’s shoulders, he lets go of Jimin and lets his eyelids flutter shut once more. Within moments he begins to drift off and Jimin takes it upon himself to tuck the maknae in further, smiling fondly. “Sleep well, Gguk.” He whispers. 

Taehyung has a bit of a harder time falling asleep. He squirms and tosses and turns in bed, garbling out quiet, low groans of discomfort and features twisting with a grimace. He snakes his arms around his distended abdomen. 

Yoongi looks over from where he sits up next to Taehyung, leaning against the pillows. His brows pinch with worry. Wordlessly Yoongi begins to play with the younger’s hair. He sighs. “You okay, Taehyung-ah?”

“M’fine.” Taehyung grumbles. “Just can’t get comfortable. My tummy…” 

Yoongi hums in understanding. Setting his laptop aside, the rapper lays down and pulls Taehyung into his arms. His fingers trail up and down the boy’s back. Yoongi feels Taehyung begin to relax a little and a smile tugs on his lips. “Better?”

Taehyung nods against Yoongi’s chest, though it still takes a while for him to fully calm down. He continues to toss and turn and turn and toss, even while contained in his hyung’s hold. Only when Yoongi begins to play some quiet classical music do Taehyung’s movements finally begin to go slack. He purrs out a hum of content, eyes fluttering shut. 

Yoongi sighs in relief. “Get some sleep, Tae. Hopefully you two will wake up fine in the morning.”

Taehyung hums in response before drifting off a few moments later. Yoongi plays with the vocalist’s hair for a while before texting Jimin to check up on Jungkook. 

min suga 

hows jk holding up?   7:08pm

diminie 

hes okay! :(( just a little run down but sleeping like a baby heehee   7:08pm

min suga

thats good to hear   7:09pm

diminie

hows tae?? is he alright???   7:09pm

min suga

taes fine, dont worry jimin   7:09pm

took him a while to fall asleep, though   7:09pm

he just wouldnt relax   7:09pm

diminie 

oh poor thing :((   7:09pm

should i come??   7:09pm

min suga

no, you know how jungkook gets when hes not feeling well   7:09pm

dont leave him alone   7:10pm

ive got it handled, dont worry, jimin   7:10pm

diminie

alright... :(((   7:10pm

keep me posted?   7:10pm

min suga

of course i will   7:10pm

who do you take me for park jimin? ;)   7:10pm

diminie

lolol okayyy   7:10pm

bye hyung ^^   7:10pm

min suga 

gn jimin   7:11pm

Yoongi sets his phone down with a soft chuckle, glancing over at Taehyung and ruffling the younger’s hair before letting himself drift off as well.

--

Taehyung and Jungkook fortunately wake up the next morning feeling much better, the only remnants of the crazy events of the day before being a dull ache behind their stomach that is easily ignored. The whole situation is brushed under the rug by the four of them, until Jungkook speaks up a week later. 

“Hyung, how much would you bet to see who could eat the most ramen cups?

[yakuzacanons]

ya dont have to answer this one cause it might be a bit silly goin to headcanons blog for this but idk ireally like ur blog ur posts always cheer me up. ive had a rough day and idk i thought it might be nice to hear how ya think these characters would try and comfort and/or cheer up their partner, yknow, make em feel better?

This is actually a great double feature to my last post which was specifically about comforting their partner on their period. That one was kind of more focused on their partner feeling physically unwell so this one will be more catered to their partner feeling emotionally unwell, if that makes sense and if that's okay.

Also, I'm sorry to hear you had a rough day and I genuinely hope you feel better. I don't think it's silly at all to ask for these kinds of things, we all have to do what we gotta do and happiness comes in all kinds of forms, so if this is one of those forms, I'm happy to be of service. I'm also sorry this post took a bit to get too as I've been rather busy but I didn't forget you dear anon! Thanks for your ask, headcanons beneath the cut as always.

I'll get to the rest of the asks in my inbox tomorrow, so good night my sweet sweet friends! Thanks as always for your kind words and asks, I really love writing these and sharing these with you. Goog nitey.

Kazuma Kiryu

He understands all too well what it's like to feel down and out. Having said that, Kiryu won't try to cheer you up right away or distract you as he believes getting to the bottom of what's bothering you is more important. Regardless of it's a rough day at work or if someone made a rude remark at you, he wants to hear you out. He is THE best listener, he never interrupts.

His very first action always is to give you a long, warm hug. How often Kiryu wishes he could've been held during his darkest and toughest moments, so now he pays that forward to others who need it. If you cry, he'll tell you it's okay and to let it all out.

Now that you've gotten that all out, it's time for him to cheer you up. Nothing makes Kiryu feel better more than a hearty meal so he'll offer to get food at your favorite place, his treat. If you'd rather stay home, then he'll do his best to cook something up for you. Maybe Haruka and the other kids at Morning Glory will get in on it and clamber to help him out in the kitchen, which you can't help but smile at. You're truly surrounded by loving and caring people.

Majima Goro

Now, if the issue was caused by someone else, his first reaction will be to go give them a nice talking to a.k.a. kicking them really hard. If you're down with that, he will actually go do it but if you're not, he'll grumble and say "Fiiine... only 'cuz you said not to."

Eventually, his thoughts will turn to finding ways to make you smile. Majima is a bit more of a "forget your troubles" guy, sometimes more than he'd like to admit. If there's nothing particular that you want, then he'll just start trying things until you crack a smile at his earnest attempts, to which he'll say "Ah, there's that adorable smile!" before giving you a hug and a kiss.

If you cry, Majima will actually become quite serious. More than anyone, he's felt so many times in his life like he was on the verge of tears but he's always held them back. He'll drop everything to comfort you through the tears, quietly reminding you to take deep breaths and just holding you until it's over.

Akiyama Shun

He believes rest is the ultimate medicine, especially when you're feeling bad. Nothing works wonders more than a warm shower and a nice, long sleep. Granted, he is the king of being exhausted so maybe he's projecting just a little bit here.

As goofy as Akiyama can be, he's pretty good at hearing you out. However, he might be somewhat oblivious and slow to notice you're not feeling your best. Once he realizes it, he'll apologize for not noticing sooner and ask what he can do to help.

If some alone time is what you need, he's absolutely not offended. Akiyama knows when to back off and won't pester you and ask if you're sure you want to be alone. He trusts your intuition on that and won't put his ego before your feelings. After all, to him, that is the very meaning of loving someone else.

Saejima Taiga

Out of all the boys, he's going to feel the worst when he sees you're feeling down. Some part of him just feels bad that he wasn't able to prevent whatever it was that hurt or upset you. Saejima has major protective vibes and he'll always wonder if he could be doing more.

In the end, making sure you're okay is more important to him. Saejima is pretty mature and he'll be able to push through those weird self doubting feelings in his own time. He'll gently hold you but won't pressure you to tell him what happened. If you want to, he'll listen intently although he may not always know what to say in response, especially if you want advice, as he doesn't think his life experiences necessarily line up with most people.

Definitely the type of guy to say things like "I'm here for you, okay?" and really mean it. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, Saejima is your guy. After all, he has giant shoulders.

Tanimura Masayoshi

His life experiences have made him very empathetic and he will be able to really connect with you if you talk about your problems verbally. Where he struggles is if you don't talk about it because he doesn't want to force it but also doesn't really know what to do unless he has some direction to go in.

If you don't want to talk about it, he'll just sit next to you in silence. He doesn't want to just fill the space with his words, so instead he'll just lean his head against yours, taking deep breaths with you. Tanimura will stay for as long as you need, just so you know that you're not alone in this.

He's down to get some food at Homeland once you feel ready to get back up and out there. Tanimura is very food oriented and nothing makes him feel better than a nice meal, especially since Zhao and Mei Hua are always so welcoming and kind. He has a very infectious smile and he notices that you light up a bit when he smiles, so he'll try to do something fun with you like eat food or maybe play a video game at his place. By the end of the night, you'll both be grinning ear to ear.

Ryuji Goda

Secretly, he's also a "Show me who upset you and I'll give them a real nice talking to" type of guy but he's better at keeping that under wraps than Majima is. Of course, if it's not a particular person bothering you, that's where he stumbles a bit. He's never been great at just talking about things, like giving advice.

He'll refute any thoughts of self doubt you have. Did someone make fun of your hair? "They were probably bald 'n ugly themselves anyways, the hell would they know?". Do you feel self conscious about your weight? "I'll have you know that yer damn perfect as ya are." Ryuji loves you for you, for better and for worse, so what he lacks in advice or long talk sessions he makes up for with pep talks.

He's the type of man to kiss your forehead and ruffle your hair while holding a box of tissues while you cry. Ryuji rarely if ever felt safe crying in front of others before and honestly wishes he had spaces like that when he was younger, so he takes care to make sure that you feel completely safe in letting those feelings out if you need to.

Nishikiyama Akira

King of self care. Self care is the solution to everything. Nothing makes it all better like looking AND feeling good. It might sound shallow but Nishiki tries to make it fun in some ways, like getting face masks with silly colors or faces printed on them.

Out of all of the boys, he's best at gossip. If you're someone who wants to go on a long rant about all the stuff bugging you, he's all ears. If someone in particular is bugging you, he'll interject with "Oh, she did NOT" or "They did WHAT?" every so often.

He won't ever get violent. He might feel frustrated that he can't really do more than just hear you out or distract you with something silly but that won't stop him from trying at least. If you have suggestions or things you want, he's all ears though.

Daigo Dojima

The gentlest boy there ever was. He's the most perceptive of all the boys, able to immediately spot if his partner is feeling off that day. He'll always ask you about it in private, making sure to never embarrass you, softly asking "Honey, are you alright?"

If you're at a work related function and it's obvious that you're overwhelmed, Daigo will excuse you both from the event early and bring you home so you can have a safe place to decompress. When he's at work and if he knows you've been having a bad day, he'll call from his office and say "Hey honey, I just wanted to see how you were feeling". He makes himself as available as possible, always looking out for your welfare.

Daigo is really in tune with your needs and quite attentive to the things that make you happy, the things that bother you, and the like. When you're having a bad day, you'll hardly have to ask for a thing. If you're a stay at home and lay in bed all day person, he'll bring your favorite drink in and sit on the bedside while listening to you talk. If you'd rather go out, just say the word and he'll be out front with his private car ready to go wherever you want as soon as he can slip away from work.

Mine Yoshitaka

He often feels helpless in situations like this. If it were up to him, every day would be the best day possible for you. He doesn't necessarily feel like a failure but he definitely feels your pain and sadness, wishing he could just magically make it all go away.

His best skill is reassuring you. If you ask if you're actually good at something, the answer is yes. If you feel like you're failing at something new, he'll say something like "The important thing is that you're trying, and I admire that about you". He's very steady in supporting you with things like chasing your dreams, no matter how hard the road may be.

He's probably the most practical when it comes to interpersonal issues, likely a direct result of his type of work. He's good at helping you iron out tough situations, like an awkward conversation with a friend. His deep understanding of you combined with his solid reasoning skills allows him to give you a pretty good outside perspective on those kinds of situations, provided you want him to of course. Mine wouldn't offer you advice without asking if you wanted it first. Also the type of guy to wipe away your tears for you.

[sckyie]

word count: 1.3k

genre + warnings: fluff; alcohol, drunk!reader, self-doubt

pronouns used: she/her (implied)

a/n: tbh i dont like this one but reference to my smau Googely Eyes

A night out with your friends was the one thing you needed. Kuroo had suggested it after you started to doubt your feelings for Akaashi. Everyone but him knew you're crush but recently you believed that he'd been falling for someone else. What harm could a night of drinking bring?

You and Kuroo arrived to the bar, you eyes scanning the room to find Bokuto. As soon as you spotted him, you turned and discreetly smacked Kuroo's hand. "You told me he wasn't going to be here," You gritted your teeth.

"No I said, I wasn't sure if he's going to be here," He snickered.

"Who invited him?" You say through your teeth.

"I did," Kuroo chuckled. You pinch his hand before approaching your friends.

"Hey Bo, hey 'Kaashi," You smiled. You seat yourself beside Bokuto with Kuroo.

"Actually, Akaashi, can we switch? My phone's dying," He points at the outlets. He nods, prompting you to sit beside your crush. You shoot a glare at Kuroo before everyone places their order to the bartender. "Wait 'Kaashi you're not drinking?"

"Not tonight, I have some deadlines to edit," He explains. Bokuto and Kuroo began to talk together about work and upcoming volleyball things, leaving you two out of the conversation. Akaashi turns to you, fiddling with the coaster in front of you. "How's work?"

"Oh, it's been busy, kind of stressful," You say. The bartender hands you your drink, sipping it before continuing your conversation. "What deadlines do you have?"

"Oh I have to edit..." You started to drown out his words as you sipped on your beer. Soon after, Bokuto and Kuroo add Akaashi to the conversation, leaving you to finish your beer. It wasn't long until you began to drink and order one too many drinks.

The thoughts of falling for one of your best friends always haunted you. It was hard to get Akaashi out of your head. Today you just wanted to get out of your brain and hang with the two boys. Seeing Akaashi only made the feeling worse.

"Y/n? Are you listening?" Bokuto pokes at your cheek as you rest your cheek on the counter.

"Hm?" You lift up your chin to reveal your rosy cheeks. "What'd you say?"

"Woah, Y/n how much did you drink?" Akaashi asked. He places his hand on your back, concern written on his face. "Why are you drinking so much?"

"Because- I'm not good enough-" You hiccupped. "I just don't-"

"Hey don't say that," Kuroo says. You rolled your eyes at him, downing your whiskey glass.

"That's enough Y/n," Bokuto moves the glass away from you. "Can we get a glass of water for her? She's done for today."

The bartender places a glass of ice water and you push it away from you slightly. "Y/n," Akaashi sighed. "Please drink water." He pushes the drink to you, rubbing your back. You scrunch your nose at him, turning away from him.

"Y/n, come on," Bokuto asked.

"I wanna go home," You slurred. "Where's my keys?"

"Nuh-uh, I'm taking you. You boys are okay here right? Don't drink too much," Akaashi says. The two boys point at their keys with the bartender and nod. He helps you off the barstool and wraps his arm around yours.

Outside, Akaashi helps you inside the car, to which you immediately whined at the cold seat. "Too cold," You whimpered as Akaashi reached over his console to buckle your seatbelt. "Can I hold your hand Keiji?"

"Hm? Why?" He turned on the car putting the car in drive.

"I'm cold," You gesture to your cold palms.

"Sure...Just don't distract me from driving," He scolds. You nod, holding your hand out. Your cold hands hold onto his, feeling the warmth engulf your smaller palm. You melt into the heat of his hand, carefully leaning on his shoulder. "You're too much...Why'd you drink so much?"

"'M sleepy," You yawned. You drift off to sleep as Akaashi approached his apartment. Once arriving, he gives you a piggyback ride up to his place. You hugged Akaashi's neck tight but not enough to choke him. Inside the lobby, he looks over at elevator, reading the "out of order" signs.

Akaashi didn't want to risk you walking up the stairs too much and decided to continue to carry you up the stair well. "Y/n?" He checks to see if you're still sleeping.

"Hm?" You mumbled into his shoulder.

"Oh, nothing, just...go back to sleep," He responds, starting up the stairwell.

"Keiji?" You hum. "I like you...A lot...But I don't think you like me back because- because I'm not pretty enough for you." Akaashi's cheeks glow red as he climbed up two more flights of stairs.

"Don't say that," He says, pushing the door to his apartment floor open. "You're beautiful, don't talk to yourself if that way." Akaashi unlocks his door, carefully putting you down beside him. He holds your hand, guiding you inside.

"But- but it's true...I'm not pretty," You whined as he takes you to the bedroom. You sit on his bed while he goes to grab some change of clothes for you. Akaashi walks over to you, placing one of his shirts and old gym shorts for you to change into you. "Look at you! You're just so pretty. I should call you Mr. Pretty."

"You're so drunk," He cupped your cheeks as he laughed. "I'll get you some water, can you change by yourself? Or do you need my help?"

"I can do it," You huffed. You watched Akaashi walk away, closing the door behind him. You turned to change clothes, stumbling over yourself. After about ten minutes, Akaashi returns to you laying back on his bed, softly snoring.

He chuckled at the sight of you and carried you to the pillows. He tucks you in, placing the glass of water on the side table. "We'll talk tomorrow," He says, kissing your forehead. Akaashi walks into the living room, carrying his own pillow and blanket to sleep in the living room.

The next morning, your head was pounding as the light from the blinds shined on your eyes. You looked around to see the unfamiliar room, and immediately sit up. The fast movement shoots a pain to the center of your forehead. "Ugh," You looked over to see the glass of water with a post-it beside it with your name on it.

You chugged the water before stepping out of the bed. You looked over at the door, hearing a shuffling in the other room. You creeped over to exit the door and peeked out to see Akaashi prepping food for breakfast.

"Good morning," Akaashi chuckled at the sight of your sleepy figure. "I have medicine for your hangover."

"Thank you," You say softly. You walked over to his counter as he takes out medicine. "Did I say anything stupid?"

"No, only that you liked me and you called me Mr. Pretty," He laughed. Akaashi places the pills in front of you with a glass of cold water.

"Aww so did say something stupid," You put your head on the counter. Akaashi walks over to you, tapping your shoulder. You look up as he goes to cup your cheeks. "I'm sorry for being stupid.

"You're not stupid," He smiled. "If anything you saved me time in confessing."

"Wait what?" You tilt your head.

"I like you too Y/n," He squished your face. "You just made it easier for me to tell you."

"You like me?" Your words were slurred as he pinches your cheeks. "But I'm your friend, I'm not as pretty as the other girls, and you're not-"

"Oh my goodness," Akaashi rolled his eyes at you. He leans down kissing your lips, stopping your rambles. You begin to settle into his lips and reach up for stability. Your lips were moving in sync and you let out small hums as his hands move down to your waist. He pulls away and smiles down at you. "Now, will you stop rambling and help me make breakfast?" You nod, giggling at your new found love.

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[septnautical]

Sketchy Meetings

Marvin was tossing and turning in their cave- his mind spinning from the images plaguing him. He panted and whined in his sleep, eyes shut tight. He was so warm the water felt unnaturally cold…

It was following him- he had to swim faster- faster! He tried to glance behind, thinking for a second he lost it...but then, he smashes head first into a body. He screeches, bubbles flying out of his mouth and almost stealing his breath away. Blue glowing claws shoot out through the froth and tries to grab Marvin. But, the merman shot backwards- his heart was pounding so loud in his ears.

Two pairs of glowing pink eyes stare down at its prey- a sickly white mask on its face, long flowing green hair floating around its head like a seaweed halo. It swam almost mechanically- but still too fast for Marvin to predict. It lashed out and drove Marvin into the ground, digging claws into his shoulders. Marvin screamed and tried to wrap one of his tails around the creature, then both his tails. It wouldn’t budge- if anything it pressed up against him harder. Its face leaned down and a broken mechanical noise like a ruined receiver whispered to him.

“How long will it be till you fall again?” Marvin shook and blinked tears out of his eyes as they floated away to join the dark water. Even though he can’t see the bottom of its face- he feels like its smiling, enjoying his pain. It laughs then gets right in Marvin’s face, so they are touching nose to nose.

“When will you become me again, Marvin?” His controlled self cackled- and Marvin was shaking his head, trying to find his voice. But- it was being stolen from him again- the ringing and static starting to fill his head. He sobs, feeling that numbness he despised so much-

“P-Please-” He pleades to the clone, “I… I’m not like you-! I..I won’t be a w-weapon for them! I… I’m not a machine!”

The twisted version of him shakes its head and laughs harder, before increasing the pain yet again. All that Marvin could see was its eyes and that horrible, horrible mask.

“We can’t change what we are- this is inevitable.”

Pink and static filled Marvin’s vision as he screams-

With a jolt, Marvin sprang up in the cave, hardly able to catch his breath. His eyes were wide and he gripped a hand over his chest, as if he could claw that horrible awful feeling out again.

He started to hear something close to ringing- sending him into further panic as he searched around desperately for his mask. Marvin sees it just a bit from him and he snatches it up, hurriedly putting it on- not caring if it snagged on his hair. With the mask on, he started to relax some, sinking into the sand and holding himself. That… was one of the worst nightmares he’d been getting… but it kept happening- and each time he panicked in the same way. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, frustrated- exhausted.

The warper mer looked back to his brothers- Anti and Jameson were curled around each other. Jameson had a peaceful smile on his face- and Anti’s posture was actually relaxed. He was finally starting to trust them again- knowing that he didn’t have to hide or reject touch from his family anymore. It was a big step… and yet, Marvin couldn’t help but feel a weight on his chest.

...Why wasn’t he getting better?

Marvin snorted quietly to himself, anxiously balling up his fists and feeling restless. He would wake up the others if he tried to join them… and he wasn’t sure he could handle it either. That’s why he’d been sleeping on his own anyways… Henrik had started doing it too. But- he couldn't just stay in the cave… he was too agitated. He looked back out the mouth of the cave then back to his brothers. He swallowed stiffly, took his ribbon off his wrist and tied up his hair messily- then quietly and swiftly took off into the night sea.

Marvin knew he could warp away- but… it was nice to do something more natural. Like… he wasn’t just some… He tried to steer away from that thought. He wasn’t… he knew he wasn’t. He placed a hand over his heart as he swam, the rhythm of it a small comfort.

The path Marvin took was random- but it had drawn him to the Ocean Arm’s base. It made sense… even if they were keeping their distance because of those new white suits… Before that they had spent so much time there. Learning all new things, talking to the blue suits, playing with equipment. The blue suits… really cared about them all it seemed. They never tried to pull his brothers or him into random dark rooms for answers to their questions- knocking them out or taking random samples. They… just simply asked. And- it was nice to answer... who knew it was possible? The boys had never really seen compassion or patience with the white suits… they took answers and asked questions after (if at all). And if neither the blue suits or them knew- they could go look or find stuff… and it didn’t have to be painful if the boys were uncomfortable. It was nice… and they even taught them to make their cool machines!

It really made Marvin… feel something different. That he wasn’t some lab freak- that he was more than just- something fake… some creation- a machine. Some days it would make Marvin think…

Was this what it was like? To be human?

But, Marvin couldn’t let himself think like that. He knew what he was- or... at least he thought he did. Now, he wasn’t so sure. And it scared him.

Marvin swam over the base and looked down. Most of the lights were off, only the machines’ lights flickering below the surface. That made sense… it was night. But- Marvin saw one of the bubble like structures that was lit up bright. He didn’t want to be in the dark… or wake anyone else up by going into the base. So, without really thinking, he swam over to the bright place and looped over it for a second before he settled on the glass. He pulled his tails to his chest and then wrapped his cape around himself- kinda like he saw the blue suits do. It was actually kinda nice… warm in a way he didn’t expect. He was ready to just lay over the bright glass and drift back to sleep- but then the sound of a hatch opening had him startling up.

Over the side of the bubble glass- a female face popped up, goggles over what… looked like a second pair of goggles? Short cropped hair flew up with her momentum as she curiously peeked out.

Marvin had never seen this one- it couldn’t be a blue suit then. He quickly swam up, tails shaking as he stared at the white suit with wide eyes. He’d warp away- but she could have a weapon! He was scared- he was really scared- and he could feel his warp powers wavering. That wasn’t good- was she doing something to him??

The girl fully popped up and quickly held out a hand to the merman. “Wait!” She called, sounding just as panicked as Marvin. “I- didn’t mean to scare you! You… just scared me when I was working is all!”

The warper gave her a look, a laugh coming from him before he can stop it. “I scared you? How is that possible?”

The girl seemed to flush but she fully swam up to be a eye level with the merman. She had a glowing PDA in her hands- but… it wasn’t filled with the stuff Marvin usually saw on them. Instead of diagrams and long blocks of words- it was.. Drawings? He thinks that’s what they’re called? She had a pointy looking stick stuck behind her ear- but it didn’t look sharp, it was blunt. That would make an awful weapon…

“Oh well- I was working in this observation pod because i was… uh- studying the nighttime creatures. I wanted to look at their bioluminescence.” Marvin gave her a confused look and she quickly responded, “Glowing! The.. fish that can glow in the dark-” She giggled then gestured to Marvin. “Kinda like you!”

Marvin knit his eyebrows together and looked down at his tails- he was giving off a soft blue and purple glow. But, her just sitting here and watching… that didn’t sound right.

“Why don’t you go and catch one?” Marvin asks, a bit of venom in his voice. The girl now looked confused- and she pushed back her hair to keep it out of her face as she held her PDA close.

“Oh, I’m no hunter. I like to study them naturally! I don’t want to make any of the fish scared- they’re so much prettier to look at when they’re swimming and free-”

“What would you know about swimming free, white suit?!” Marvin suddenly growled, baring his fangs.

“W-What?” She stammered, swimming back a bit.

“Were you just- sitting there studying things in- in their tanks! Watching the ‘pretty’ fishes and- and my brothers trapped in there! Doing nothing but watching?!” He started to shout, feeling his anger rising almost painfully.

The girl looked scared (which she should be) but… she didn’t run. She tried to get a bit closer and Marvin growled, curling his tails up towards him and getting into a defensive position. The girl kept her distance but didn’t back away- her voice was gentle. Like.. Dr. Danan when she wanted them to calm down.

“I.. I think you’re confused-” She said, expression concerned. “T-the people that I came with.. N-none of us were part of the... The hybrid experiments. I.. I didn’t even know we had anything like that- i… I just studied and drew out in nature! Out in the ocean and provided visuals- I.. I had no idea about you… a-and your brothers.” She seems genuine, which has Marvin pausing and starting to uncurl.

“That… blonde one… and the d-dark haired one with goggles.. They said the same thing…” He muttered, remembering the day the crash happened. The girl cocks her head at his descriptions, then speaks up.

“O-oh yeah- I bet Stacy scared you… she can get intense. Especially when someone is hurt- that’s why she was a nurse-” The girl adds quietly, a sheepish look on her face. “And Goog- oh um… Tillman- he’s kinda scary. He takes charge very well- but he has a voice that kinda reminds me of a robot.” She giggles, “D-Don’t tell him I said that! He’s actually very kind… and can be funny.”

Marvin turns to really study the girl now, just daring to get a bit closer. He sees- what looks like seaweed bandages wrapped over part of her head, and scratches on her cheeks and neck.

“...you were the one hurt… that day-” The merman mumbled.

The girl blinks and then laughs a bit, “Oh! You saw me then? I… guess I was-” She seems to nervously push back her hair to lightly massage the bandaged area. “I don’t remember much from the crash- I just remembered danger.. And scary lights- I remember seeing the kids and hurrying to do something… then it was black.” She giggles quietly, reserved, “I’m just glad they all got out alright… we may have only been neighbors… but I really like those kids.”

“...you talk a lot-” Marvin found himself saying. The girl’s face turned even redder.

“O-Oh? I.. I guess I do- I ramble.. I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make you…”

Marvin got closer and shook his head. “No- it’s… okay. Just… weird.”

The girl cocks her head again, “Weird? Why is that?”

Marvin had trouble finding the words, “You.. don’t act like a white suit…”

The girl still looked confused. “Is that a compliment?” She laughs a bit nervously. Marvin nodded.

“Yeah… it is-” He found himself responding again without thinking. Then, he backs up a bit and messes with his mask- his hair.

“M-My brothers- w-we call… t-the people in HQ… they’re the white suits… because of-”

“-The white on the suits...!” They both end up saying, the girl realizing as Marvin spoke. She stopped and covered her mouth. She looks at her suit- it's the last intact one she had from home: white, orange and black.

“I.. I’m really sorry-” She warbled out, “I… I had no idea- If I knew there were creatures- …human-like things in our facility- I never would have stayed there!” She ends the sentence with a type of fire in her eyes, passion making her voice raise.

Marvin felt his chest tighten slightly. She- saw them- him… as human-like? That… used to scare him- but… right now it gives him some comfort. He gave the white suit a small timid smile. She paused then smiled back.

After a few seconds of silence, the girl seemed trouble by the quiet and quickly swam a bit closer and stuck out her hand. “I’m Lizzie! By the way- Elizabeth actually- but i don’t like Elizabeth… L-Lizzie Scott!” She still kept her distance but seemed to hold her hand out invitingly. Marvin hesitated, confused by the gesture… but then he remembered meeting Zara. This- is what Humans did when they meet someone. Slowly, the merman creeps a bit closer, the white yellow light from below lighting him up instead of the cold blues of his membrane. The girl seemed to suck in air in her mask at the sight, making Marvin’s stomach drop slightly. Did he scare her? Was it his mask?

She notices the hesitance and quickly bridges some of the distance again, “Oh no- I’m sorry! I… have just never gotten to see a Warper up close! Or… a-anything like you…” She sounds- starstruck. “You’re…like nothing I’ve ever seen before…” The phrasing of that almost has Marvin swimming back again. It reminds him too much of the white suits- they used to tell him how beautiful him and his brothers were…. But it was all a trick- used to placate them. But… coming from her- from Lizzie, it sounds different.

He finds himself repeating something she said earlier, a light but stressed laugh escaping him. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Lizzie seems taken a back- but soon she’s laughing too, hiding her laugh behind her hand. “Y-Yes- it absolutely is!”

Marvin feels himself relax then and once again, he slowly advances. He offers his hand to her, a sheepish and unsure expression hidden behind his mask- showing in his eyes.

“...Marvin-” He whispers, feeling a rush of… some emotion he’s not sure of. “My name is Marvin.”

Lizzie is quickly smiling again, seeming overjoyed. She takes his hand then shakes it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Marvin!”

Marvin chuckles a bit uneasily, but he nods. “Um… s-same- .. i think.”

The refugee studies Marvin for a second before getting just a bit closer, hugging her pda to herself again.

“Hey… I know you’re probably anxious being around… people who are from the place you… got hurt from… but would you like to sit with me?” Her cheeks seem to flush again as she looks at the merman with a shy expression. “I… noticed you sitting on top of the bubble… and I figured it might have been just the light cuz its dark… but- you looked kinda lonely too…”

Marvin hesitated and looked away slightly. He… didn’t want to admit it. But he was a bit… he didn’t want to bother his brothers or wake anyone up. But.. he didn’t have a mama grim- or a scrap pile or favorite place to be. When he feels this way… He’s always so lost.

He finds himself nodding, “... y-yeah… i… think that could be nice…”

Lizzie’s eyes sparkled as she excitedly kicked up in the water with a grin. “G-Great! We can… just chill!”

Marvin knit his eyebrows together, “...like the cold boxes inside?” He asked with confusion. Lizzie erupted into bubbly laughter, bubbles flying up into her hair. “Kinda! Except we don’t have to be cold-” She gently took Marvin’s hand again and brought them back towards the glass bubble, settling on the top of it. As soon as she had sat she let his hand go then sat with her legs over each other, rocking slightly as she placed her pda in her lap. “We say chill to mean like… staying kinda still like something cold- but its just so we can stay in one place and chat!”

“Ohhh-” Marvin answered, settling next to Lizzie and folding one of his tails over the other. It.. felt kinda weird to be this close to someone, being friendly.. And not laying on top of each other. Guess he didn’t spend enough time away from his brothers.

Lizzie was still giggling to herself, “We have lots of silly words and phrases like that!”

Marvin nodded with a polite smile. Lizzie patted her legs kinda then pushed hair away from her face again. “I’m sorry! I’m talking too much again aren’t i?”

The warper shook his head, “No no… it’s okay-... it’s nice.” He looks out into the dark of the ocean around them. He whispered, almost to himself. “... it’s too quiet at night…”

“I think that too!” Lizzie exclaims, “Quiet is only good for sleeping- but I like staying up and… just listening to music or drawing.” She closes her eyes and smiles, “Night is peaceful- and its a cool kind of silence. Like the world is getting rest, and so you can too. Even if you’re not sleeping- it’s like rest for your soul-” She stops and bites her lip, “o-or heart, I should say.” Marvin hummed in thought.

“I… guess it is,” He mumbles, rubbing a hand over his own heart. It… wasn’t racing anymore… he was actually feeling calm even after that nightmare. He was almost feeling… better actually. He didn’t think he could feel like this when he wasn’t around his brothers…

Lizzie let the silence linger for a second, picking up that white stick and starting to push it to the pda’s surface. Lines followed after the point, creating lines that came together...and was forming into something. Marvin wasn’t sure what… but he was intrigued. He knelt a bit closer, watching Lizzie work. They sit there for a few, Lizzie’s eye flicking to look at Marvin every now and again. But, slowly she stops the stick and looks fully back up to the merman.

“Hey, Marvin? Can I ask you a question?” She inquires quietly.

Marvin tilts his head. Then, he smiles. “If I get to ask you one too-”

Lizzie giggles and nods- then pauses and adds back kinda nervously, “Oh- its kinda two! A-Actually…”

Marvin smirks, “Then that means two for me too, right?”

She chuckles and nods, “Yeah!” Then she hesitates before trying to ask. “I like your mask… why do you wear it?”

Marvin visibly flinches, and Lizzie almost immediately responds, “Y-You don’t have to say! I know there’s some things that people don’t like to talk about…”

Marvin touches a hand against his mask, “It’s okay… i-it’s a long story…” He digs some of his nails into the familiar grooves he’s made on its surface. “... it keeps me… as myself- in a way…” He shares just hardly above a whisper.

Lizzie looked confused, and a bit concerned. But, she didn’t push. And that made Marvin feel so much more at ease. “...second question?”

“Oh! Right!” She giggles a bit, then looks back at Marvin with gentle smile.

“Would you mind if I drew you?”

Marvin blinked and tilted his head, looking at the lines on her pda. They… kinda looked like how his cape looked… and his tails.

He looks back up to Lizzie. “...I think so- but can I ask first-?”

“Hm? Oh go ahead!

“...what’s drawing?”

Lizzie looked dumbfounded for a second- then she bursts into giggles and waves her hand. “Oh! Of course you guys don’t know- here! I can show you!”

She twists around then sits legs crossed in front of Marvin and fixes her gaze at him, picking up the white stick and going back to the surface, making marks a lot faster than she was before. Marvin watched in confusion and tried to tilt his head to look but, “hey! Stay still! I’m almost there-” Lizzie said. Marvin didn’t get it but he settles down and tries to watch from the opposite side.

After a few minutes, Lizzie perks up then grabs her PDA and turns it around so Marvin can see. “Ta-da”

On the blue surface of the PDA- the lines came together and made something that looked how Marvin looked. It wasn’t perfect like the cameras the white suits used… but somehow it was nicer. She… made that- without one of the fabricators or other weird gadgets they had. Just… her hands. That was amazing to Marvin.

He swims up closer and pokes at the PDA- expecting to feel the scratchy texture he sees. Lizzie is patient as he looks and traces his finger over the lines. “...that’s me- but… not a picture that your machine takes… right?”

Lizzie nods with a smile. “Yeah! I just take this stylus-” She holds up the stick, “And I use the lines on the surface to try to capture the likeness of things around me!”

“...don’t you have things that can already capture images like that?”

She hums in thought, “Yeah… we have lots of things for that. But. even if its long out of practice- art or well, drawing! Is an important skill- there’s always a need to communicate with drawings… and it’s a way of really understanding the things around us.” She finishes with a smile, but quickly blushes and hides behind the PDA again. “Or… at least I think so- I’m...kind of biased…”

Marvin’s face is looking at the drawing with a strange expression that Lizzie doesn’t know what to think of. Then, he meets her eyes, “...could you teach me?” He asks in a hushed whisper.

Lizzie looked so happy. “Oh! Of course! Ah… I’d have to see if they have extra PDAS like this! But- i’d love to teach you-!”

Marvin waits a second and swishes his tails against the glass before looking back up sheepishly. “...could we… tomorrow?”

Lizzie grins then points a finger at him, “oops! That’s another question!”

The merman’s face falls and he almost withdraws, but Lizzie quickly corrects herself. “Oh! I was teasing!! Of course I’m okay with that!”

He stares at her, then laughs a bit, nodding at Lizzie. She smiles in return. Marvin does still seem a bit nervous though- he looks like he wants to stay- but also like he wants to go.

Eventually he whispers out quietly, “I… should get back to my brothers…”

Lizzie nods and smiles gently, “That’s okay- I do need some sleep for tomorrow!” She giggles then rocks her PDA on her legs, blinking up at Marvin with soft green eyes. “I’m… excited to see you tomorrow…”

Marvin hesitates.. Then smiles. “I… think I am too.” He nods to her and then swims up into the open sea. “Tomorrow night- … I’ll- see you then.”

She giggles and returns the nod, “Okay- be careful getting home!”

The warper mer pauses at this, then gives Lizzie a lazy smirk. She hadn’t see a Warper before right? With a flick of his tail, a warp gate opens right behind him, the purple and blue making the water around them bright. Lizzie gasped then laughed in disbelief. Marvin grins at her, “I think I’ll get there just fine-” He then waves and slips through the gate. As it closes, Marvin sees the energetic white suit wave back.

[mleighlikes]

I hope you have a very goog night my friends, sleep well 🌙✨.

[doctordiscord123]

Sleep-Mode

Google takes care of a stubborn Bing. For @devon-rever-860

Tag List: @demon-dark-666 @crazehaze26 @bender-of-life @verse2wo @vociferous-chaos

Warnings: None Ships: Google/Bing Characters: Google, Bing Word Count: 523

Should I be up at this hour? No. Should I even attempt to write this late? Also no. Am I gonna do it anyway? Abso-fuckin’-lutely.

It was getting late in the manor, even for an android.

Google yawned for the fifth time in just as many minutes, rubbing at his eyes. He supposed it might’ve been a little ambitious of him to try and finish his current little project within the day. It was more complicated than anticipated, it was probably safer to save it for morning, when Google wasn’t lagging and slowing down from lack of battery. The extensions had gone to ‘bed’ a few hours ago, the three of them standing in their color-coordinated charging pods in the back of the room, eyes closed, fans humming softly. Yeah, it was probably best to call it a night...

Yawning again, Google waved to his left, trying to catch Bing’s attention. “Bing, are you done? We should head back to your room.”

“J͔͡u̪͝u̞̇ŭ͟ü̥u̜̿ù̺s̅͢t́͢ one sec, Googs...”

Google raised an eyebrow, and glanced over, head propped up by two fingers pressed to his temple. Poor Bing was lagging badly, chin rest on his desk and hands spasming. He was trying to attach synthetic feathers to a realistic-looking bird, no doubt a new toy for his cat, Peggy. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be willing to cooperating with him in his state, but Bing kept trying. “A̒͟a̹̕ą́a̳̒a͈̍a̖̒n̠̕y̰̅ minute now, and I̧͒I̞̐I̩̓I̻͗Ì̼I͉͞I̞͋’ll be good.”

Google’s eyebrow arched further. “Bing, it’s past midnight.”

“Y͔̓e̙͛p̫̚.̝̈́”

“That’ll be there in the morning.”

 “U͆͟h̙̿-huh.”

“Are you going to stop?”

“Nope!”

Google couldn’t help the delirious little chuckle, rubbing his temple and closing his eyes. His own battery was beginning to flash its warnings in the corner of his vision, and he knew Bing was always running dangerously low by the end of a normal day, there was no way he was in double digits in terms of power. “Bing, don’t make me carry you.”

Bing scoffed. “Like y̠͌o͈̒ô͍ò̥o̫̅u̫͌u͕͆û̯ have the battery to do that right n̯̽o̦͠ö̡o̡͛ -- H̡̱̘͍̐̓̍͐Ȩ̬̦̎͌̆Ŷ͖̪͛!”

Google laughed again as he scooped Bing up, cradling him close to his chest. Bing pouted, crossing his arms, and practically elbowed Google hard with the way his body was glitching, and he muttered an apology. Google just snorted. “We both need to go to bed, Bing. Running yourself dry is helping no one.”

Bing’s pout deepened. “Your f̙̑a͟͝c̪̏ĕ̖ is helping no ǫ́n̜͌e͇͗.”

Google raised an unimpressed eyebrow, humming softly. He reached the door to Bing’s room in no time, gently nudging it open with his foot. Bing was already pretty out of it, extremely dangerously low now, his words slurring as well as glitching as Google set him down on the bed before crawling in himself. “G̦͡o͓̾ô͢o͜͝ó̱ö͜g͎̀l̙̅e̜͑,͚̏ ̀͢Ĩ̳ ̺͂l̩͆ơ͔o̲͂ǫ̉o͉̚v̜̈ḛ̓ ̢̐y̲͊o͑͢ű͕...”

Google smiled, pulling the covers up around the both of them and fiddling around to get Bing’s charging cord plugged into the base of his neck before plugging himself in. Bing immediately snuggled close to his chest, dropping off into sleep. Google pulled off Bing’s shades, and his own glasses, and reached over to set them on the nightstand before wrapping his arms around Bing, his chin resting atop his head. He closed his eyes, his core’s whir dimming to a slow hum.

“I love you, too, Bing.”

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Whumptober #28 - Beaten

I’m taking some major liberties here and using this as an opportunity to post a fic from like a year and a half ago (or probably more, I only know the date of the last edit on the doc) that’s sat in my Goog drive and doesn’t even have a real title yet.  The reference to today’s theme is only a minor part of the story, but I feel like the whole thing should be posted in order for it to read better.  I mean, everybody’s emotionally beat up in this, tbh.

Since it’s a bit lengthy I’ll use a Read More cut again.

@onwardintolight @culturevulture73 maybe you might like?  I’ll leave some additional notes for you after the end of the story behind the cut.

A familiar and blessed roar thundered through the ship as it bucked in response, catching the occupants of the cockpit off guard and tossing them back. The stars flared and stretched to infinity, pointing the way to freedom.

Incredulous relief rushed through Leia Organa despite the cacophony of electronic shrieking, Wookiee howls, and the histrionics of a spurned protocol droid exploding through the open hatch. Blowing out a harsh breath beside her, Lando cursed softly and muttered, “No, that was too close.”

Leia could only stare out the viewport for a moment, still not quite believing the last-second, well-nigh miraculous jump to hyperspace, half expecting it to be nothing more than a delusion. But the distant steady purr of the hyperdrive reassured her they'd truly made it. Against all odds. Again.

Anguish knifed through her heart at the absence of the one person who would have been crowing the loudest at this latest cheat of fate. She winced as the background din began to grate on her still-raw nerves and looked up at Calrissian.

“I'm on it,” he replied, obviously grateful to have something that could use his immediate attention—away from her. But he paused before exiting, casting a concerned glance at the third figure in the cockpit who hadn't yet moved or made a sound. Leia gave a small shake of her head. Go. I'll see to him, it said. With a hesitant nod Lando departed and mercifully shut the hatch behind him. Everyone's shouts and oaths and noises were still audible but muffled, easier to ignore.

Leia sighed quietly and turned to sit sideways. In the seat behind her Luke was motionless, his face rigid in a blank, glassy stare directed at the deck. She reached out with a light touch and murmured his name to draw him back to awareness.

He flinched at the mild intrusion, blinking and finally focusing on the hypnotic swirl of hyperspace. Insensible from shock, he'd taken no notice of what had happened in the previous few minutes. His wide eyes flicked back toward hers with the same disbelief she'd just felt.

“Yes, Luke, we made it. We're on our way back to the fleet now.”

Inwardly Leia fretted, If it's still there. Enough time had passed that concern about the location of the main Alliance fleet wasn't unfounded. Their last appointed rendezvous above the galactic plane should have been relatively secure, but if anything had caused them to scatter again while she and Han had been out lost and limping between systems...she didn't want to consider the consequences right then.

She and Han.

Not now. Luke needs me.

“I told you I'd be back,” she chided him gently. In their haste to flee Vader's encroaching flagship, she hadn't even had a chance to finish analyzing and treating him; his amputation had taken nearly all of her attention. The auto-tourniquet should have anesthetized the wound, but he was still cradling his arm protectively. Sorrowfully.

Barring an unforeseen shortage, Alliance medics would likely have a suitable prosthetic available in their inventory. Some short-term physical therapy and he'd be back in service. It was easy to consider things in such prosaic terms. But no amount of care was going to lessen or erase the trauma of what he'd gone through to suffer that loss. The damage she could read in his haunted demeanor was etched in as permanently as a tattoo, as irrevocable as the night terrors that lingered from her torment at Vader's hands. What psychotropic drugs had largely wiped from her conscious memory remained to emerge in the darkness between days. This was a kinship she would have never wished for Luke to share.

Alongside her worry and empathy for him bloomed a quiet amazement as well. Luke had faced Darth Vader in personal combat and survived. Less a hand and possibly his sanity, clinging to the literal edge of the bowels of Cloud City, torn and battered and bruised to a pulp—but he had survived. As distant as the hope now seemed, Leia could understand in greater depth the inspiration he posed to the Alliance as the resurrection of the Jedi Order. Destroying the Death Star had been an incredible feat, and his skill in flight for a man his age was exceptional, but this...this was going to make him a legend among the ranks, for better or for worse.

She didn't know much about his father beyond the rare and inflated talk that she heard whispered from time to time. But perhaps those tales about General Skywalker weren't all aggrandized vapor. In hindsight, Leia was somewhat surprised that her own father had never spoken of him when telling her the history of the Jedi. Those who were old enough to recall him in more detail had commented that Luke shared his looks, if not his height—as well as his recklessness and ingenuity. This day had proven that he carried more than a familial resemblance and fleeting, propaganda-fueled dreams of lost power.

Smiling faintly, she cupped his unmarred cheek in her palm to beckon him. “Come on.”

He seemed to gather himself a bit, drawing strength from the silent reassurance she tried to project to him. As she rose he stood shakily to follow her, and she draped his left arm across her shoulders. He leaned into her, his breathing labored with pain she had yet to address. A twinge of anxiety wrung her stomach at the possibility that he might have more extensive internal injuries.

Outside of the cockpit, they were met with a disgruntled Chewbacca nursing a sore head and an even sorer mood. Lando was down on one knee beside R2-D2, his attention fixed on the still-one-legged and precariously balanced C-3PO. “He said, sir, that the hyperdrive has indeed been fully repaired and is operating at peak functionality. It had merely been deactivated.”

Hearing them approach, Lando quickly glanced up at Leia. “Princess, I swear to you, my techs did as they were instructed. I had no idea—“

Gods, she just wanted to punch him. To break those perfect rows of teeth and the jaw that held them, make him bleed the way her soul was bleeding out from the gaping hole torn in her heart. In that moment she didn't care that the weight of an entire city must have pressed down upon him far more than the memory of a dubious friendship, just as she had tried to hold Alderaan fast while offering up Dantooine as a sacrifice. Every muscle in her body and razor shard of her spirit wanted to hurt him as terribly as he'd hurt her—

“Thank you.”

Her thoughts of violence jolted to a halt at the sudden, ragged whisper by her ear. Lando stopped and stared back at Luke, no doubt wondering about his state of mind when he was breaking into a conversation he wasn't even a part of.

“Thanks for bringing me in,” Luke said softly. He had no idea. All he knew of this man was that he was another ally, one who had aided in their escape and been willing to climb aboard the Falcon's windswept hull to pull a total stranger to safety.

Looking profoundly uncomfortable, Lando averted his eyes for a moment before waving away the gratitude. “It was nothing,” he mumbled.

Leia relinquished her anger in a long, slow breath. For Luke's sake she would cover it for now, like a dormant volcano beneath a glacier. Shielding herself in ice once more, she fixed Calrissian with a regal glare of dismissal and addressed Chewbacca instead. “Chewie, would you plot our next course?”

Deep-set blue eyes mirrored her own tension and grief, conveying the silent understanding between them that the former baron was not to be allowed near the controls for the rest of their journey. With a low whuff he set aside his tools and headed for the cockpit, to exit hyperspace and take several more randomized jumps before finally setting route toward the fleet.

As she passed by the droids, R2 gave a mournful little hoot at the sight of Luke's condition. Precocious astromech that he was, Leia still mouthed down at him, Keep an eye on Lando. His photoreceptor swiveled and winked at her and he replied with an affirmative chirp. Far less discreet, C-3PO exclaimed loudly while brandishing his detached leg, “Oh, poor Master Luke, you're in nearly as dreadful a state as I am! Did those horrid stormtroopers dismantle you as well?”

Leia turned her head back and shot him a look that threatened to smelt him where he stood, but to her surprise Luke coughed out a small, brittle laugh. “No,” he croaked, more to himself than the droid. “Not them.”

“Well, sir, rest assured, you'll soon be in excellent care, which is far more than I can say of this negligent, insensitive little swillpot...” His rattling and R2's ear-splitting retorts echoed down the passageway to the medical cabin.

A thorough scan with the medisensor revealed no other serious injuries beyond some bruised ribs, a couple of mild sprains, and dehydration, though he was practically one massive contusion from head to toe. Before going any further, Leia loaded an ampoule of painkiller into a hypospray and prepared to clean a spot on his exposed shoulder to deliver the dose, but paused when Luke leaned away from her, eyes flashing in fear.

It took only a moment for her to comprehend. “It's non-narcotic,” she reassured him, and he slowly dropped his gaze.

No, she knew all too well, she thought grimly. Sleep was the enemy, although his body would desperately need it. Later, between bacta treatments and surgeries, he would have no choice. But she would not force him into it now.

With a pair of shears, she carefully cut away the tattered and filthy remnants of his jacket and singlet to undress him without causing his arm any further discomfort. In the cool air of the ship, and at the icy bite of antiseptic solution and bacta salve, he began to shiver and curl in on himself. “I'll be done soon,” Leia whispered, trying to soothe him. He shut his eyes tightly as she dabbed at the scrape on his cheekbone, but she suspected it had nothing to do with the sting of her ministrations. She could tell he wanted to cry but was holding it back fiercely.

His last words to her on Hoth emerged from her memory. I have to go away for a while. Still simmering from her argument with Han, and not expecting to hear that both of the men she'd grown to care for so deeply were leaving her, she'd been too upset to let him continue. It hadn't been the first time Luke had stepped away from the Alliance for his own reasons either; not long after Yavin he had told her, Until I'm something more than I am now, I shouldn't even be here.

He had considered himself a danger, a liability, to both their tightly-knit group and the Alliance at large, as an untrained Jedi. The truth was that they were all hazards to each other, made vulnerable by the bonds they had allowed to form in spite of the risks they faced each day. The moment that Lando had revealed Vader's true motive for their seemingly senseless torture, everything had fallen into place with a terrible clarity. With his strong connection to both the Force and them, Luke had to have felt their pain; it was the only way he could have known exactly where to find them when their location was completely unknown to him.

Leia wondered where he had been all this time, where he'd managed to discover another place to learn the Jedi ways. Beneath ozone, sweat, and blood, the musky and mineral scents of wet earth and rotting vegetation clung to his fatigues. It had to have been a verdant, swampy place. She longed to ask him all about his experiences, but now was not the time. Perhaps never. While a limb could be replaced, his father's lightsaber could not, and this time there would be no retrieving it. Although he had been rescued, it was as if his soul had fallen away into the depths of Bespin's clouds, and only the shell of his body remained with them.

“There.” Disposing of the small pile of wrappers and gauze she'd made beside him, Leia stood and draped the blanket around his shoulders. “I'll be back in a few minutes.” She needed to bring him water and some clean clothes and extra bedding to make him at least a bit more comfortable while she finished treating him. But as she turned away his hand abruptly darted out and caught hers, stopping her.

“We'll get him back, Leia.” His voice was raw and thin, but held an edge of durasteel. “I swear.” Despair and determination fought against one another in his bloodshot gaze, and she realized he was clutching at the words as a lifeline, a promise not only to her but to himself. The sense of failure threatened to devour him just as it nipped at her heels and breathed down her neck daily, and if Han was lost forever, they would both be swallowed up.

If it would save him, she would stand in the path of the ravager and let it consume her first. She was well acquainted with her hunter. But now that they ran this road together, she knew he would never leave her side, and would only do the same for her.

Perhaps together, they might no longer be prey.

Leia nodded solemnly and squeezed his cold fingers in return, and kissed his cheek.  Slowly, reluctantly, he released her hand, as if letting her out of his sight for even a moment would shatter the illusion that he was safe, that she and everything else around him was real.

Yes, they would get Han back, because they had to.  Because it was the right thing to do.  Because she didn’t know how she would survive otherwise, not after she’d finally bared her heart and soul to him, too late.  But she wanted Luke to understand that even if they didn’t—even if they had to face a future alone, bereft of a lover and a brother—he would not be worth any less to her.  He had not failed them.  It was not his fault.  To convince him of this, however, would be futile now, and for a long time to come.  All she could do for now was to help mend his broken body, and hope she could eventually reach the broken spirit within.

***A/N: We all know Lando Did Nothing Wrong™.  He made the most ethical choices he could on the fly when faced with Imperial subjugation, and went above and beyond to help both The Squad and his own citizens.  The intention of this fic was to cover the time period between their escape from Bespin to the closing scene of the movie where we can see them all recovering and with an obviously repaired bond with Lando.  Leia was meant to have an arc in which she comes to empathetic terms with Lando’s actions and realizes she doesn’t need to “forgive” him, as he really has nothing to apologize for, though he does, because he’s an upstanding and thoughtful guy.  But here, she’s like a wounded animal, raw and furious and hurting, and she’s human.  Leia should be just as vulnerable to her own personal dark side as much as her brother, and I prefer not to shy away from showing that.