#DO YOU FEEL MEEEE DO YOU GET UT

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champagne problems, ch.11

Spencer is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Chapter Eleven: I Know It’s Over: Things get a little more clearer as you deal with the pain Spencer caused. A/N: chapter is titled after this song if you want to listen while reading. Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: swearing, heartbreak, unrequited / unreciprocated love, jealousy, talk of breakup/s, mentions of alcohol consumption / intoxication, serious serious angst, this whole series is a real slow burn.

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A/N: everyone go thank @ellesgreenaway​ for getting me out of my writing rut just in time to get this chapter done! and as always, i wanted to reiterate how fucking grateful i am that y'all are reading, and liking, this little story! it means the world to me! also, i didn't reread this so there may some mistakes ill fix later, sorry!!

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People love weekends. They’re like a mini holiday. A break from the tedious and repetitive cycle that is Monday to Friday. Weekends are time spent away from the office, your profession and whatever that entails. They are time spent away from completing menial tasks. A break.

Saturdays and Sundays help regain all of the lost energy. When people get caught up in everyday life, weekends remind them to enjoy the simple things. They gives the opportunity to try new things, visit family and friends, or allow to simply spend some time alone. People love weekends.

Your weekend however, was an utter blur.

Aiding a killer hangover on Saturday, you opted to spend the day in bed. A plastic bucket within your reach and a bottle of water on the side table. You slept a lot. Partially to ease the headache, but mainly to ease the pain you were experiencing in your chest. The heartache.

The only thing you could remember from the night before was Spencer completely shattering your hopes and dreams, and the first six shots of tequila you took after at a nearby bar. You weren't entirely sure how you got home; the next morning Ethan clarified he picked you up after the bartender rang him using your phone. Not one of your proudest moments.

Your lack of motivation carried onto Sunday. The grief you were experiencing was not unfamiliar, after all Spencer’s broken up with you before. Although this time the agony that accompanied it felt a lot more intense. You couldn't move, or eat, or even shower. You were frozen. Stuck to the bed as if it was your only lifeline.

Thankfully Ethan was working both days. In your eyes, he was too preoccupied to notice something was wrong. Unbeknown to you however, he knew exactly the reason behind your melancholy.

The weekend soon ended, almost as soon as it began. Monday morning rolled around and with it the encouragement to get out of bed. Not like you wanted to. If you had it your way, you would never leave the comfort and safety of your duvet again. You knew however, you couldn't stay home without at least some of your colleagues questioning your absence, asking what was wrong. No. It was time to face reality.

Time to face Spencer.

The brunette doctor was sat at his desk. He arrived to work today earlier than usual, about four hours early to be exact. He made his usual cup of coffee and since then he hasn't moved an inch, just staring silently at his phone.

It wasn't something he done often, honestly he only carried the thing around for work purposes. But something happened that he couldn't quite get over.

On Saturday morning, Spencer woke up to a message left on his voicemail. A message from you.

At first it was hard to decipher what you were saying, or rather what you were mumbling. Between the drunken hiccups, slurred speech, and obnoxious background noise, Spencer initially thought it was a butt dial. It must have been, right? He was after breaking your heart for a second time, why would you leave him a voicemail?

However, hearing your melodic tone just saying his name, prompted Spencer to listen to the message again. It was then he really heard the distorted words coming out of your mouth.

“Spencerrrrrr, I uh I don't believe yo-ou. I know-w in uh my hearrrt-t you d-didn't mean it.” Hiccup. “P...p-please let’ssss forgetuh abo-ut it.” Hiccup. “I-I love youh-uh anddd I kno-ow you love meeee. I jussst kno-w.” Hiccup. “I-I me-an you uh couldn't-t even look me-e in the eye when you sss-said it.... please-e S-Spencer-”

The message cuts off and he’s left dumbfounded.

Blood drained from his face. The voicemail registered in his brain and he suddenly felt dizzy. Nauseous even. His hands began to tremble in his lap, and he swore if he wasn't sitting down he would have fainted.

By Monday, Spencer had listened to the voicemail a painstakingly two-hundred and eleven times. He had it memorised, and yet he kept playing it over and over again just to hear your voice.

As he sat at his desk, waiting for his colleagues to arrive, he wondered whether you remembered sending it. Truthfully, he hoped you didn't. It would be easier to move on that way - as if moving on from you was an option.

The glass door opened and he heard a faint sound of footsteps walk across the bullpen. Footsteps Spencer would honestly recognise anywhere. Taking in a deep breath, he glanced up from his phone and slightly turned his head, his gaze landing on you.

The air caught in Spencer’s throat, the voicemail instantly replaying in his head.

He wondered what you were thinking. Simply by looking at you he could tell you were in pain. Pain he caused, and he hated himself for it. Having spent countless hours over Saturday and Sunday rethinking the situation, he knew he made a mistake. He should have never given into Ethan’s smug demands. And even if, he should have told you what happened. Leave the choice up to you, as it was in the first place.

It was too late now to fix this, Spencer knew even if you remembered sending the voicemail you wouldn't listen to what he had to say anyway. Selfishly, he wanted you to look at him. He wanted to gaze into your eyes as the drunken message replayed in his mind yet again.

And although you could feel his eyes on you, you couldn't bring yourself to meet his stare. No. The heartache would only intensify. This was a mistake. You should have stayed home. With a blank expression, you placed your bag on your desk and hurried in the direction of the office kitchenette.

Spencer on the other hand followed you with his gaze. Every fibre of his being screamed to follow you, to talk to you. But he was completely frozen and remained glued to his own chair. Once again, a true display of cowardliness.

By lunch time, the whole team picked up on the odd dynamic between you and the handsome doctor. Two people that spent every waking moment together were no longer speaking to one another.  It didn't take a profiler to see something was wrong.

You hid in Penelope’s lair with the bubbly blonde and Tara. Enjoying a couple minutes of peace away from the prying eyes of everyone you worked with, most importantly however, away from Spencer.

“So chicken, are you going to tell us what’s wrong?” Garcia enquired, taking a mouthful of her lunch. “Because a blindman could see something is off, and don't you dare telling me I’m delusional or something.”

“Penelope is right, Y/N. Last time you were this silent and upset was when Spencer was in prison.”

You let out a deep sigh at the sound of his name. It was no use hiding your feelings from them, they would figure it out eventually. Plus these were the people you trusted more than anything in the world. If you couldn't tell them, then who could you tell what was going on?

“It’s something similar.” You mumbled, avoiding their gaze. “Just much much worse this time...”

“Well whatever it is, you can tell us. We’re here for you.” Penelope chimed, and reached out her hand to grab yours. She gave it a gentle squeeze and shot you a reassuring smile.

“Yes, exactly. We will support you through anything, you know that.” Tara added nodding along.

You sniffled. What were becoming all too familiar tears formed in the corners of your eyes, and you knew you would break down at any given second. Taking in a long breath, you began to tell the two girls everything that’s happened since your engagement. They listened attentively, never turning their attention away from you. As they listened, they both held your hands and took turns whispering ‘it’s okay’ or ‘take your time’.

“I’m going to kill our resident genius. He won't know what’s coming.” Penelope murmured after you finished in an attempt to lighten the mood. The corners of your lips twitched ever so slightly upwards as you wiped the tears away from your face.

“What are you going to do?” Tara asked after a congenial moment of silence.

“Ehm...” You cleared your throat. “S-Spencer wants nothing to do with me, but uhm... I after everything I c-can’t, I just can't be with Ethan. I can’t-t.”

The girls both nodded their heads, and even though they understood exactly what you meant by what you were saying, you still felt like you had to say the words aloud. For your own sake.

“So, uhm, I-I’m going to break up with Ethan. I-I’m going to end the engagement.” You stated, and even though your heart still ached, you felt as if a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. You felt free.

And I know it's over - still I cling I don't know where else I can go 

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Could I ask for some h/cs for UF and UT Sans, as well as US Papyrus? They're having a silly 'arguement' with their s/o when said s/o suddenly exclaims: You wanna go?! Fight me!!' and jumps on them only to smother them in small kisses all over their face until they give up? Thank you so much!!!!

UF!Sans: “for the last time, the mandela effect ain’t a real thing.”

“You are a literal byproduct of a multiverse how do you not believe in the Mandela Effect?”

“cus i’ve bopped around the multivers and i’ve never seen them melt into each other like that. even remembering alternate timelines dead hard, no way a lot of people would remember at once.”

“How do you explain the Berenstein/Berenstain thing then?!”

“its cursive, e looks a lot like a, lot of people misread it and dont realize it.”

You shook your head, leaning on the counter opposite him. “You have unbelief in your heart, and it makes you cynical.”

“i got common sense, dollface, there’s a difference.” He said, grinning at you.

You returned the smile, raising an eyebrow. “You saying I don’t have common sense?”

“lemme put it this way, if common sense makes you a cynic, then you are starsdamned pollyanna.”

“You are asking for it, boneboy.” You smirked.

“you have no idea how much.”

“you wanna go?” You say, circling the counter. He shifted and turned towards you, grinning wolfishly.

“you don’t have the guts.”

“Fight me.” You say, jumping for him. True to form, he splutters but catches you. Your legs hook around his waist and you start kissing every inch of his face you can reach. He snickers despite himself and shifts his group to hold you a little tighter.

“don’t know how many fight you’ve been in,” He says in between kisses as he walkeds towards the bedroom. “this ain’t exactly effective technique.”

“Hush,” You laugh, continuing your barrage of affection. “I’m wrecking you.”

“yeah?” The door closes behind you and he tosses you on the bed. “we’ll see about that..

UT!Sans: “It wouldn’t kill you to help out, you know.” You repeated for the tenth time that day as you bustled around the house with a stack of cleaning supplies.

“yeah, but why risk it.” He said, voice slightly muffled by the couch he was currently face down on.

You sighed. He’d been like this for two days. Normally you didn’t mind much but with your parents coming over soon you felit like he should at least pitch in a little. You weren’t asking much, just maybe pick up the pile of dirty socks forming in the corner of the room.

“Sans….”

“Zzzzzzz”

“no on actualy just says the letter z over and over again when they’re asleep Sans.”

“shhhh.” You can tell from the sound of his voice he’s grinning.

You give him a look (for all the good it does, he can’t see you), then back at the socks….and suddenly your eyes glimmer.

“hey babe.”

“mm?”

Smack.

Something soft hit the side of his skull. He looked up, confused….only for a sock to hit him square in the face.

“what-” Smack

“ba-” Smack

“you-” He was suddenly pelted by them while you laughed. 

At some point he finally started tossing them back at you, making you both laugh. The sock war went back and forth for a while.

“give it up, sweetheart”

“You wanna go? Fight me!” Forgoing the socks, you tackled him to the couch. He grunted (as did you, bones weren’t exactly a soft landing) and fell backwards, laughing harder as you started kissing every inch you could get too. He started returning the kisses soon after.

“you taste like socks.” You said.

“who’s fault is that?”

“Probably the person who left a big pile of em in the middle of the living room.”

“alright, alright, point taken.” He said, kissing you and grinning. “i’ll pick em up.”

“and help me with the rest of it?”

“yeah, sure.” One last peck on the cheek and you sat up. He went to go pick up the socks….but not before stuffing one in your mouth.

Looks like the battle had just begin. 

US!Papyrus: “You are such a dick!”

“aw, hon, talk like that ain’t gonna get this back.”

It probably was funny to an eternal view. Stretch was currently dangling your phone well out of your reach. You kept jumping to try and get it but his height advantage was fmormidable, as well as his stubbornness. 

“Give it back!”

“hmm, i dunno…” He had a shit eating grin as he ducked your latest attempt, moving to the opposite side of the room.

“Paps, I’ve got calls to make!”

“you’ve been makin calls all day.”

You caught the faintly pouty undertone.That’s when it hit you this was his way of asking for attention. And much as he was being a little shit right now there was something kind adorable about the neediness. Only problem was if you asked him directly if he wanted some time he’d deny it. 

You had to fight a grin as the perfect plan enters your mind. After a few more minutes of keep away you circle on opposite ends of teh kitchen. 

“Think you’re reaallll funny, don’t you?”

“i mean, kinda.” He smirked, waving your phone.

“you wanna go?” You suddenly charged. “Fight meeee!” And you launched yourself at him.

“wait, babe-!” He somehow managed to catch you but the force knocked him backwards into the wall. He grunted but didn’t have time to really feel it before you had him in a deep kiss.

You let it linger for a few minutes before moving to kiss his cheekbones, forehead, neck, everywhere you could get to. He got more and more flustered and finally carted you to the couch, pinning you to the cushions and returning the favor. 

About twenty minutes into it you mumbled. “coulda just asked if you wanted some time together…”

He flushed. “shut up.” He kissed you firmly.

“Can I have my phone back.”

“we’ll see~”

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ase-trollplays​:

N● shit, Sherl●ck. I’m n●t telling y●u t● get started ●n it anytime this perigee ●r s●mething. I’m talking ab●ut when y●u get ●ut ●f here, and y●u will get ●ut ●f here whether it’s with the suit ●r n●t. After what y●u’ve survived, there’s n● way y●u’re dying here.

And I hear y●u l●ud and clear. ●nce it’s time f●r the suit t● c●me ●ff, I w●n’t watch. I already leave when it’s time f●r y●u t● eat since y●u pr●bably d●n’t want me t● watch that, either.

>> You don’t want to consider the very real possibility Ullane could fuck up and kill him trying to remove him from the suit. He’s going to be okay. In a lot of pain, probably, but he’ll eventually heal and be okay, and he can live a mostly normal life once he’s better.

>> A loud groan escapes you when he mentions throwing in a nonsensical romance. Needless romance is your absolute biggest pet peeve when it comes to movies. You drag your hands down your face in frustration just imagining it.

●h G●●●●D, d●n’t even j●ke ab●ut that. Christ, I can already see it. An anguished declarati●n ●f l●ve when y●u’re at y●ur l●west and ab●ut t● give up.

“●h Xrum●n, please, please d●n’t die!~ I l●ve y●u, I always have~ Y●u must stay alive~ D● it f●r meeee~”

>> The melodramatic exaggeration in your voice is palpable, and you dramatically drape yourself over his body. Well, sort of. You’re a couple of inches above his body so you’re not actually touching him.

Uuuugh, just d●uble kill me n●w. D●n’t get me wr●ng. I like y●u. Y●u’re a t●tal assh●le in the best way, but I’m n●t ab●ut t● c●nfess undying l●ve f●r y●u. That’s n●t my area.

“/\/Oh, jeez, mmmy poor heart. How will I ever go on, knowing you don't feel anything for mmme?“

> You actually winced at hearing Thrixe translate what they had just said, and it was doubly fortunate you couldn’t see what she was doing else you’d be cringing even more.

“/\/Don't worry, I wasn't gammmbling on the dead sommmehow... getting, eugh, 'feelings' for mmme. That's the kind of shit that's in mmmovies though.”

“/\/This 'mmmovie' is staying true to life, where I ammm... totally unloved. Oh, oh, the mmmisery of it all. Can you not hear how mmmy heart... weeps?”

> You sound distinctly deadpan as you say that. Naturally, you’re being sarcastic. Not about being unloved, that’s a real thing, but it’s not really high on your list of ‘things to be upset about.’ 

“/\/Your faith in mmmy continued survival however... is totally mmmisplaced. Death doesn't play favorites, or decide to back off after enough suffering.”

“/\/Did you know that when the systemmm keeping mmmy... keeping mmmy heart on is disconnected, there's going to be a mmmassive... drop in blood pressure? Yeah, turns out, giving your heart a super pacemmmaker mmmakes it... very reliant on the thing.”

> You shake your head, your certainty of your doom evident in your voice. There wasn’t a chance you were going to make it, their faith be damned. But if you were going to die, you’d face it with at least some dignity.

“/\/Besides, I thought you... thought you wanted mmme to becommme a ghost with you. Then you'll be less... bored.”