Ipliers x reader x Septics Oneshot book

Fragile (Googleiplier x reader)

((The word fragile is going to be used a lot. And slight Lime ahead))

Never in his life would he think to fall in love. He had two objectives and they were clear.

Answer questions as fast as possible.
And destroy mankind.

He was doing his normal routine of killing the last human that took him in. And then moving on to the next one.

But this human was different. She was...fragile. And he couldn't bare to harm her. She was too nice, too sensitive...

Every time he tried to kill her, wether is be by choking or knife, he would always have second thoughts. Tonight was like any other night...

Google watched you sleep, the only thing glowing was the white 'G' on his shirt. A pillow tightly gripped in his hands. Ready to kill.

He watched your chest rise slowly, telling him that you were alive. He raises to pillow to his face and stared at it. Was he going to do it?

"...Mhm..." Your body stirs slightly. Fluttering open your eyes the only thing you see was Google's shirt.

"Google...?" You yawn slightly. "What are you doing in here? It's..." You Turn to your clock. "2:00 in the morning. Why do you have my pillow?"

Google stared at you. Listening to your soft voice, how innocent, how...fragile.

"I am requesting to sleep here tonight. I am picking up your pillow so I may rest my head when I fluff it." He said in a cold voice.

You hum. "Sure...I wouldn't mind..." Turning your back to him you fell asleep rather quickly.

Google gives a small sigh. Fluffing the pillow and gently placing it back on the bed. Laying down with his hands on his chest. Shutting down without another word.

And that day when you had brought him to a friends dinner. He hated it. He wanted to leave.

But he stayed. You were so fragile. So he needed to stay.

Google watched as you eat at the soup. Noticing how you gag every time you take a bite. It looked like you hated it.

"From What I am adsorbing. You seem to really dislike that soup. Yet every time we come. You eat it quickly..." He tilts his head.
"Why?"

You sigh shakily as you out the spoon back in the bowl as you glance at your friend who was making you another batch.

"I don't want to hurt her feelings...the first time I came over. She made it. And it tasted horrible. But I downed it quickly and told it was great. I didn't want to hurt her feelings..."

Google listens. Nodding along with you as you told the story. "And...she keeps making it?"

"The first time when I came over? She thought I loved it. So now every time I come over. She makes so much...that I feel like I have to eat it..."

Google sighs softly. Nodding slowly as you finish your bowl. "Your different..."

You laugh a bit. "I'll take that as a compliment..."

Google thought you were so stupid. You were throwing up over the toilet for at least an hour. So he had to take care of you.
Fragile stomach...fragile mind.

"Google?" You mumble. "If you could think of me in one word...what would it be?"

You had just been sent into the hospital  due to your stomach being almost ruptured due to some sensitive foods you had eaten. But Google thinks it's your friends cooking.

"One word...?" He turns to you. 'Well...I would say fragile..." The corner of his lips turn upward into a gentle smile.

"You have a fragile body, personalty...and feelings..." Google mumbled. "But if it helps....I like that about you..."

"R-Really? Normally people think the word fragile means child, or baby..." You hide your face into the hospitals blankets.

Google's eyes flashed red. "If I ever hear someone call you that. I will not hesitate to swing a hammer over their heads until it cracks." His voice glitches.

You giggle softly. Not realizing he was being serious. "Okay..."

Most of all. Your body was fragile. Very fragile. It's like one thing could send you to the hospital. And he knew that.

So why didn't he do it? He had every chance to make you suffer. To make you feel pain.

But instead. His heart told him to make you feel good. For your heart to beat faster then before. He had the power to make you tremble as his power. But you trembled at his touch.

"G-Google..Ah~" Your body shakes with pleasure as he was rubbing you through your jeans. It felt wrong, but it also felt so good.

He didn't listen. His finger going in a medium, but slow pace. It was bliss to you. And he knew it.

"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself..." He whispers. His finger still going slow.  "I want you to feel safe in my arms..."

"I-I do feel s-safe." You stutter. Your face bright red as you hide in his shirt. "I...feel amazing..."

Google felt his eyes lower. Them landing on your head. It was so simple. He could...crush it. End it now.

But he placed a simple kiss. It was sweet, and short.

First objective: Answer all questions as soon as possible.

Second objective: Keep (y/n) safe at all costs.