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sarcasmandships · 4 years ago

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honey and glass ~ spencer reid

i am in love with spencer reid but he only has eyes for jennifer jareau

spencer reid x reader angst + hurt/comfort (sorta, it’s all in first person but with no names/no specific descrptions)

song fic inspired by ‘honey and glass’ by peyton cardoza

word count: 4.8k

disclaimer: i do not ship jeid or think they had any chemistry but it’s a good opportunity for angst x

you know those kinds of girls who look like they're made of honey and glass like sticky sweet ash

it’s a summers night in california and i’m on the beach at sunset.

the sand is rough under my toes and a warm, gentle breeze blows a strand of my hair across my face; he lifts his hand to brush it away. tucking it behind my ear he stares down at me and the sun hits his face at a perfect angle, illuminating his hazel eyes like pools of honey. he leans in and i-

“ow!” i yelp, as morgan launches the volleyball at my head, “what was that for?”

“come and play,” he laughs, waving me over to where he stands with emily and hotch.

i shake my head, “no, i don’t feel like it,” i mumble, massaging my left temple where the ball bounced off my skull.

morgan rolls his eyes and jogs past where i’m sitting to collect the ball, “what’s up with you then?” he teases.

i shrug, “nothing. I’m just tired,” i say feigning an unconvincing yawn, “ask one of them to play.”

i motion with my head towards spencer and jj, they’re down by the edge of the waves and she throws her head back and laughs at something he says. her sheets of blonde hair ripple through the wind and he looks at her in pure awe and amazement as she giggles at something he said.

“nah, don’t wanna interrupt the kid when he’s trying to make a move,” morgan shrugs, “come play with us, we need an extra person.”

an extra person.

right.

because what else am i but another body to fill the space?

“i don’t want to,” i say, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from jj and spencer as i stand up, “hotch said the jet is leaving first thing tomorrow, i’m gonna head back to the hotel and get some sleep.”

morgan says something, but i don’t register it as i allow myself one last glance at spencer and jj. she is trying to convince him to paddle in the waves with her, he shakes his head but when she takes his hand in hers i can tell he’s melting inside as he follows her into the water.

and i just know that he’d follow her so far out to sea that his head was underwater as long as she kept their hands intertwined.

i turn away from morgan so he doesn’t see the tears burning in my eyes.

and you can't get the taste off your tongue burnt sugar and a little bit of rum

we’re in a dimly lit bar somewhere.

hotch left hours ago, he wanted to take advantage of one of the rare nights he would be there to read jack a bedtime story.

rossi is at a table in the corner, sitting with a woman who has not-so-subtly draped her leg over him.

derek is out of my line of sight and i’m thankful for that.

emily, garcia, and jj are dancing.

i sit at the table with spencer, he’s drunk.

more tipsy than drunk i think, but he so rarely drinks anything that the sight of him swaying along to the music was an anomaly. i can’t ignore the fact that his eyes are firmly fixed on jj as she dances, and i grip my wine glass so tightly i half expect it to shatter in my hand.

he leans across to me and my heart skips a beat as i inhale the alcohol on his breath, “i’m in love with her, y’know,” he slurs.

“i know, spencer,” i smile sadly and down the rest of my wine.

he doesn’t even notice when i grab my coat from behind him and shuffle towards the door.

and she dances in the rain with her clothes on drenched to the bone never knows when she's all gone, she's the life of the party

spencer and i are watching the big bang theory.

neither of us particularly like it, but there aren’t many channels on our hotel room tv and spencer enjoys the physics references at least. i watch his face light up as a character mentions something about quantum theory that i cant understand, and spencer launches into a rant about the universe and the stars.

i don’t have the knowledge to keep up with him or the heart to tell him to stop so i sit and listen, admiring the way his eyes sparkle and his hands gesticulate when no one interrupts him with a deprecating comment.

we sit there like that for the rest of the night, in our respective twin beds with him telling me the secrets of the universe and me wondering how on earth i will ever get over him.

and deep down I know that nobody flinches when she takes off her clothes

“anything you like?” emily asks me through the dressing room curtain.

“i’m not sure…” i mumble in response, biting down on my lip as i stare at myself in the mirror, “i-i don’t think this is my colour.”

the dress looked so beautiful on the hanger, but now that it’s on my body the fabric bunches up in all the wrong places and i can’t recall a time that i’ve looked worse.

the lights are just washing you out, i tell myself.

you’re having a bad hair day, it would look better with your hair down, i tell myself.

you just need some lipstick, i tell myself.

but when jj announces she has found the perfect dress and i stick my head out of the curtain to see her, i am slapped in the face with the realisation that it isn’t the lighting or my lack of makeup it’s just me.

because jj looks beautiful as always, her dress hugs her waist and the skirt fans out around her as emily demands she gives us a spin. she isn’t wearing makeup, her hair is in a ponytail too, the lights don’t wash her out because she is radiant and flawless, and the lights aren’t the problem.

i am.

i cry in my car as i drive home from the mall, and when i get home i tear everything out of my fridge and fling it into the trashcan. i vow to go to the store and stock up on salad and chicken.

i go to the store but i don��t buy salad.

and I wonder what it's like to be one of those girls to sit in the sun and look at the world and never think, "wow, am i enough?" ‘cause life is easy when you know that you're the main character

i’m in hotch’s office as he grills me about a stupid mistake i made in the field. i can hardly focus on his words as i shrink back in the chair, counting all the reasons that i don’t deserve to be in this job.

i’m not as smart or fast or strong as the others. i don’t have an eidetic memory or hacker skills and i can’t even maintain myself as a solid average agent because i keep fucking up.

“i’m not going to write you up,” he says, and my heart soars a little in my chest, “but i need you to understand that if you do something like that again i won’t have any choice, you were lucky no one got hurt today.”

i nod silently and blink back the tears that threaten to spill over.

“go home, get some rest,” he says and i don’t hang around for a second longer, darting out of his office i crash headfirst into a tall frame.

“wow, slow down,” he chuckles, resting a hand on my shoulder to steady me.

“spencer,” i gasp, looking up at his sympathetic smile, “what are you still doing here? we landed hours ago….”

he shrugs, “i waited for you.”

my heart skips a beat.

“you didn’t have to do that.”

he shakes his head, “you’re my best friend, i wanted to. plus i thought you might need someone after being in there with hotch.”

i swallow and offer him a slightly forced smile.

best friend.

“thanks, spence, that means a lot.”

he looks at me quizzically.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing, just only jj calls me spence…anyways” he holds out his arm for me, “shall we go?”

i have to restrain myself from seizing his arm, and settle for tentatively wrapping my own around it, “thanks spencer…you’re such a good friend.”

he smiles down at me and its almost enough to melt away the icy feeling in my heart as i call him a friend. the coldness in my chest in my chest is a feeling i’ve grown accustomed to but when i’m with him everything is warm and bright again.

he feels like yellow.

and i feel like maybe i am enough.

and I'm sitting here thinking this is not fair

i feel like blue.

i’m alone in my apartment flicking through tv channels, trying to find something that isn’t a medical or crime drama. because after my day at work i can’t look at any more blood or dead bodies, even if its as fake as the pep in my voice when jj calls to ask if i’m okay.

“hotch grilled you pretty bad, huh? you sure you’re okay?”

“yeah, spence – spencer – waited for me and we went to get milkshakes after.”

“aww that’s so nice, you know i think he has a soft spot for you,” she teases.

something acidic bubbles in my throat, but i can’t tell her that i know she’s wrong because he spent half the night telling me how much he loves her. i have to gather the strength to respond without the venom in my heart poisoning my voice.

“oh, i don’t think so,” i laugh, “anyways, i should go – my movie is about to start.”

jj tells me to have a good night before she hangs up, and i switch off the tv. at this time there’s noting but romcoms and i don’t want to sit through hours of pining when its on replay every day at the office.

i watch my own reflection in the blank tv screen as sobs wrack my body.

but her smile makes it hard to be mad it's not her fault that I'm so fucking sad

jj holds me in her arms as i cry into her chest, “it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay,” she coos, rubbing soft circles on my back.

i sniffle against her and i just know that my eyes are puffy and red but i can’t switch off the floods of tears that fall from them.

“do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” she asks.

i shake my head against her because how could i tell her?

how could I tell her that the man i love is in love with her?

and that i want to resent her for it but i can’t because she’s such a good fucking friend that she’s sitting here with me, unknowingly wiping the tears that i can’t stop shedding because i can’t be her.

she gives me one of those heart warming smiles that could bring peace to a dying man, and in that moment i am reminded again of why he loves her. there are worse people to love, i suppose. if spencer is going to cut out his heart and give it to someone it might as well be someone like her.

but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

and i hate myself for the part of me that hates her. she’s done nothing wrong. it’s not her fault that that spencer loves her, and its not her fault that she doesn’t realise.

so I'll sit here and look at these girls in the sun dancing in the rain and just having their fun

i hate alaska.

my teeth chatter as we trudge through the snow filled field, and i pull the cuffs of my coat over my glove cladded hands. i hate the cold. i hate alaska. i hate the serial killer who dragged us all out here. i hate the impending snowstorm that was keeping the jet grounded for another night.

“should we even be out here?” i groan, “i mean if it’s not safe for the plane, then surely its not safe for us.”

“we aren’t 50,000 feet up in the sky though,” morgan says and i roll my eyes at him.

“it’s cold enough to make me feel like we are,” i huff.

spencer nods sympathetically at me, “i don’t like the cold either, not much snow in vegas.”

“i think we should have two behavioural analysis units,” i begin, “one to catch serial killers in cold climates, and the other in hot ones.”

he laughs, “i’d like that, but i think it’d just be us and garcia on the hot team.”

“we’d get by.”

he’s grinning at me, his messy brown curls are squashed down under his bobble hat but a few of them still manage to peak out. he’s wearing a multicoloured striped scarf and mismatched gloves.

a snowflake lands on his eyelash and i reach out to brush it off.

“thanks.”

“anytime.”

morgan launches a snowball at us, and it hits me in the back of the head, “hey! what is it with you and throwing things?” i snap.

morgan roars with laughter.

“not funny derek!”

he resumes his snowball fight with emily and jj and i draw my arms across my chest. i watch as they prance about in the snow, falling to avoid the snowballs launched by the others and laughing when they get hit. the sun is just starting to set, and it’s rays catch jj’s hair at the perfect angle, bouncing off the golden blonde strands as she dances around morgan. her and emily have joined forces to pelt him with snowballs.

i look up at spencer to see him starting at her in awe. his nose and cheeks are flushed from the cold, and the sun reflects against his own face, illuminating his eyes. they’re beautiful. like honey and glass.

“guys! come join us!” jj calls.

i shake my head, “there’s not enough money in the world.”

she pouts at me, “spence, please,” she says sweetly and before i know it he’s by her side and scooping up snow.

i watch from the side-lines.

spencer roars with laughter when emily hits morgan square in the face with a snowball, he wraps an arm around jj as she nearly collapses from laughter, something twinges in my stomach.

but he looks so happy, and that melts my glacier heart slightly.

maybe alaska wasn’t so bad after all.

and maybe one day, i can forget the past and be one of those girls of honey and glass

“nice to meet you, agent,” agent fitz says, holding out his hand, “we’ve heard good things about you up in the new york office.”

“really?” i say, shaking his hand and i can’t fight the smile that creeps across my face.

“really. give me a call if you ever fancy a change of scenery.”

“i’ll keep that in mind, agent fitz,” i give him a nod and a smile as he walks away.

new york was cold in the winter, but it didn’t seem like the worst place in the world.

but I think that it's hard for people to see that I love all these girls, and honestly it doesn't matter what you look like or how much you weigh

i wondered once how i’d ever get over my love for spencer reid, and now as he sits and sobs on my couch i realise that i don’t want to. it hurts me to love him, and something stabs my heart every time i catch him staring at her, but he deserves someone to love him like he loves her.

“i guess i’m just starting to realise that she’ll never love me back, and i don’t know why or what’s wrong with me,” he says and looks up at me, his eyes filled with tears and his face blotchy and red.

“there’s nothing wrong with you,” i say, wrapping an arm around him and wiping his tears, “sometimes the people you love just don’t love you back, but that’s not a reflection of you or your self-worth,” i reiterate to him the mantra i say in my mirror every morning.

he whimpers and my heart breaks for him.

“it doesn’t feel that way, it feels like i’m dying inside every time she talks about him or tells me about their dates, and i try to be a good friend but-”

his voice cracks and another sob escapes his chest and i tighten my grip around him; heartbreak doesn’t seem to get easier with age, because here we are, two fbi agents in our late twenties crying over our crushes like we are in junior high.

because before i know it the tears are flowing down my face faster than his and when he breaks away from our embrace to ask me why i’m crying, i can’t tell him it’s because i am feeling everything he is.

“i just don’t like seeing you like this,” is all i can muster up.

it's just that these girls know they're okay there's a beauty in knowing your place in the world in loving yourself and knowing your worth

“hey!” spencer greets me as he steps into the elevator with me.

“hi,” i mumble back, taking another sip of coffee from my travel cup.

we’ve been called in on a case, but i’ve barely had any sleep and i’m struggling to keep my eyes open.

“you look tired, are you okay?”

you look tired.

so the bags under my eyes were obvious then.

“yeah,” i say, swallowing the lump in my throat, “just a late night, y’know.”

“oh…oh! is that your way of saying your date went well?” he says with a coy grin.

“what?”

oh! something clicks in my brain and i understand what he means.

“no! not like that no…actually it didn’t go well at all, he turned out to be a total misogynistic creep,” i say with a bitter laugh.

“oh, i’m sorry….”

i shrug and take another swig of coffee, “it’s okay, you didn’t know. to be honest i’ll probably end up calling him again anyways.”

spencer stares at me, confused, “why would you do that?”

“well, i don’t exactly have guys falling over themselves for me, do i?”

spencer frowns and i can see his brain working overtime behind his eyes, “so you’re just going to settle for less than you deserve?”

“i don’t have many other options do i?”

he reaches out an arm to place a comforting hand on my shoulder, “don’t worry, you’ll find the right guy for you soon. it’s only a matter of time, you’re worth more than a misogynistic creep,” he squeezes my shoulder and before i know it we’ve already reached our floor and he’s gone.

you’ll meet the right guy for you soon.

what if i already have?

you don't have to be perfect or never get sad that's not what it means to be honey and glass

it’s late and i sit at my desk, sorting through piles of paperwork.

my eyes blur as i enter the gruesome details of our latest case, from fatigue or tears i can’t tell. i think emily and hotch are still hanging around the office somewhere, but the others had gone to dinner as soon as we landed, promising that they would do their paperwork tomorrow.

i knew i would have no appetite sitting across a table from spencer and jj so i had sat silently in the back of the suv as hotch drove us back to the office.

a singular tear rolls down my cheek and splatters on my page, smudging the not-quite-dry-yet ink. i let out a shaky breath and wipe my eyes, i don’t know why i’m crying really.

no one had necessarily done anything wrong. only when we were in the field and the unsub had detonated the bomb, spencer chose to push jj out of the way instead of me. i was lucky that one of the s.w.a.t agents had grabbed my arm in time and pulled me back to safety.

it had been hours and my ears were still ringing from the explosion.

maybe spencer thought he was closer to jj, that he had a better chance of saving her, we are trained to make difficult choices based on survival odds, i told myself.

only spencer hadn’t been closer to jj, and she was surrounded by three s.w.a.t agents whilst i only had one next to me. but no one had really done anything wrong, no one died, no one even broke a bone. and it pains me to admit to myself but had i been in spencer’s position and had to chose between saving him or morgan, i know that would pull spencer out of the way every single time.

i jump as emily creeps up behind me, “hey, you okay?”

i don’t even try and disguise my puffy, red eyes or tear tracks as i look up at her, “no. but i think that’s okay.”

and everyone has their highs and their lows the nights you spend crying, believe me, I know

it’s roslyn’s birthday.

i don’t think anyone else in the team knows because they keep exchanging looks whenever jj snaps at one of them and i can see the annoyance in their eyes.

when jj barks at spencer and snaps her pencil within the space of five minutes i drag her into a storage closet and wrap my arms around her.

“shhh,” i say soothingly, “it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

jj shakes her head, “i don’t think so, i thought this day would get easier with time but it’s just getting worse,” she sniffles.

i stroke her hair, “i know, i know its horrible and you deserve to cry as much as you want to. but you are so strong, and i know you can get through this-”

“i’m not,” jj shakes her head, “i’m not strong or brave or anything that you all think i am, i’m not like you I-”

“like me?” i question.

“you always hold yourself together, whenever there’s a case with a kid i’m falling to pieces but you keep it together. i mean i’m the one crying in a storage closet….”

i stare at her in disbelief, because jj is the strongest woman i know and i don’t understand how she can’t see that.

“i don’t have a sister who killed herself jj,” i say slowly, “you have survived 100% of the bad things that have happened to you because you’re a fighter, that makes you strong.”

she shakes her head and clings to me, “but i’ve lost pieces of myself, i’m not the same person i could’ve been if life had been kinder to me and that makes me sad. my sister is dead and that makes me sad, everyone thinks i’m this strong and perfect person and that makes me feel guilty because i can’t be that person.”

in a turn of events, she is crying into my chest, her hair is greasy, and her mascara runs and i realise that my best friend was never truly on the pedestal i placed her on. and i realise i am part of the problem, treating jj like she is the be all and all of perfection and unattainablity when i should just be treating her like a friend.

spencer loves her and that kills me but it’s not what’s important right now. i’ve spent too long inside my own head, struggling to view her as my best friend or the other woman but now i see that she is someone that needs my help.

i know what it’s like to cry myself to sleep so i don’t want jj to go through something like that alone. so i vow there and then, to push my own feelings aside and be whatever she needs me to be.

i don't want to be these girls for beauty or fame but for the confidence they have in their own damn name

“smile!” garcia says as she appears with a camera.

emily, jj, and morgan turn to face her and pose but i duck out of the frame. garcia pouts and morgan grabs onto my forearm to pull me back into shot. i wish that i had the self-confidence to let him, to fall in next to him and make a silly pose at the camera and not worry if my hair was sitting nicely or if i was breathing in enough.

“come on! i need pictures for my scrapbook and you’ve been dodging me all night!” she whines.

i stare down at my feet, “garcia i’m not photoshoot ready like these guys,” i say, trying to make my voice light and floaty but it just sounds like im choking back tears.

“come on, just one picture,” jj says kindly, waving for me to come and stand next to her.

i shake my head again and wring my hands. the last thing i need is another photograph of jj and i to compare myself to every time i’m feeling extra low and self-destructive.

i try and remember the vow i made, to be there for my friend despite my own feelings. but she isn’t sad anymore, she’s happy and smiling and drinking wine, me squeezing in between her and emily for a stupid photograph isn’t going to make or break her.

it’s just a stupid photograph.

“no thanks,” i choke, “i’m going to get another drink,” i scurry away to the kitchen before anyone can object.

i shut the door quickly behind me and press my back up against it, taking a deep breath. i can’t quite believe i was successful in escaping garcia again.

“are you avoid garcia and her camera too?”

“spencer!” i laugh shrilly, “i didn’t even see you there.”

“yeah, i’ve been hiding in here for a half hour,” he smiles sadly, “i hate having my picture taken, especially next to morgan. he makes me look even lankier if possible.”

i frown, spencer had no reason to feel insecure.

“why don’t we get garcia to take a picture of just us two?” i suggest nervously, “you won’t have any reason to feel insecure next to me….”

he looks at me quizzically, “what do you mean?”

i wring my hands again, “just that you’ll automatically look even better if i’m next to you…cos’ i’m…well y’know,” i say awkwardly motioning to my face and body.

he cocks his head to the side, “are you trying to tell me you think you’re ugly, so i’ll look better by comparison?”

i shrug.

“well, i think you look beautiful.”

so I'll sit here and look at these girls in the sun dancing in the rain and just having their fun

we’re on the plane journey home.

spencer and jj sit next to each other, their arms pressed together as they share the arm rest. spencer is reading a book; his eyes scan down the pages at lightening speed and i know he’ll be finished soon.

i am on the opposite side of the plane, i sit by myself, i like the space.

i keep my eye on them throughout the flight; just as i predicted, it doesn’t take long for spencer to finish his book and he places it down on the table in front of him. jj picks it up and teases him for the long-winded title, i don’t catch what she says, something about astrophysics.

he starts to ramble, and she interrupts him with another teasing remark, he flushes when she gently nudges his chest. i turn my head to stare out of the window, biting my lip.

they aren’t even doing anything, jj is just being friendly. and i still can’t handle it. i lie my head back against the headrest as i gaze out of the window, admiring the new york skyline as it fades into the distance.

a nervous chuckle from spencer snaps me out of my trance, and i look back over to see him and jj giggling secretively as she whispers something into his ear.

“where are you going?” emily grumbles, she’s half asleep with her legs splayed out across two chairs when i accidently bump her foot.

“bathroom,” i say quietly with a forced smile as i shuffle past jj and spencer, my heart seizing in my chest as she teases him about how long his hair is getting, brushing her hand through the curls.

i’m already silently sobbing in the bathroom so i miss the pitiful look that emily and morgan exchange.

and I know it doesn't make sense to forget the past but I promise, one day, you'll be honey and glass

“agent fitz?” i say, clutching my phone tight in my hand.

“ahh, i’ve been wondering when i’d be hearing from you.”

i laugh quietly, “yes, well i’ve been thinking about what you said, and i think i could do with that change of scenery now.”

i wrote this in a couple hours and didnt proof read so apologies for an errors :))

part 2

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds imagines #jennifer jareau #jj #emily prentiss #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #David Rossi #Penelope garcia #the bau #angst #hurt and comfort #spencer reid imagine hurt

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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First Chanukah Together (Night 2) | Ari Levinson x reader

(you can read night 1 here, it’s not at all necessary to understand the plot of this one though! this one doesn’t really have a plot anyways skdjghakjghsd)

summary: you really, really like ari’s beard. he reminds you why. (basically there’s no plot at all it’s just smut, guys.)

word count: bit over 1.3k

warnings: smut!! (oral f receiving), beard kink, other than that just fluff and religious references (all of these are gonna have religious references it’s chanukah themed!!)

"Anything good on?" you asked as you sat down on the couch, watching Ari on the floor as he adjusted the dials on the TV, flipping through the channels mindlessly.

"Just Christmas movies," he frowned.

"We need a good Chanukah movie," you realized. "Are there any?"

"There's Fiddler on the Roof,” he shrugged. “That one's also a Rosh Hashanah movie, and a Yom Kippur movie. And a Passover movie."

"So it's sort of an all-purpose Jewish movie."

"Pretty much, yeah," he laughed. "At least, in my family."

"I guess they don't show it on TV out here," you realized.

"Nope," he agreed, "just a lot of White Christmas."

"Oh hey, that Rudolph special is kinda cute," you commented as you saw him flip past it.

"Cute?! Those clay people freak me out," he shuddered.

“You may be the most fearless man I know, but you’re afraid of a stop-motion baby reindeer,” you chuckled. “You’re a trip, Ari Levinson.”

"It's getting pretty dark out, would you light the second candle?” he requested as he motioned to the menorah in the window. You nodded and got up to do so, realizing how dark it was from the way you couldn’t see much of anything outside through the glass— just the reflection of the candles, and the light cast by the TV behind you. Ari’s profile was always stunning, but in the faint blue-ish glow of the screen, you found yourself ogling a little bit. You didn’t get many chances to look at him uninterrupted; he usually noticed and started teasing you, but now he couldn’t see you staring at all.

“Please never shave your beard,” you blurted out suddenly as you turned to face him again. “Or cut your hair.”

He looked up at you from the floor, smirking a bit. “Really? I was kinda thinking about at least getting an inch or two off the hair,” he admitted, running his fingers through it. “It’s gettin’ sorta shaggy.”

“I like it that way,” you announced as you knelt down to join him on the floor, only to yelp in surprise as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him suddenly, both of you toppling onto the ground.

“Do you?” he pressed, leaning in to kiss your neck— his beard tickled you a little when he did that, and it made you shiver in his strong embrace.

“Y-yeah,” you nodded weakly. His body weight pressing you into the floor was relaxing in one sense, and invigorating in another. As his arms reached up to rest on either side of your head, caging you in, and his hips slotted in between your legs, you found yourself biting down on your lip without realizing you’d done it.

“You don’t think it makes me look like a hippy?” he chuckled, kisses trailing down to your collarbone; when the neckline of your sweater got in the way, he pulled it down and kept going. You couldn’t find the energy to worry about him stretching out your favorite top, focusing instead on the way his lips felt against your skin— and the way you could almost feel him getting hard through his jeans when he pushed up against you just right.

“Kinda,” you admitted, barely able to keep track of the conversation as he kept moving lower and lower, “but it’s… I dunno, it’s hot.”

“Sounds like you do know,” he mocked as he moved his body down on top of yours, his head resting just above your stomach. Your disappointment must’ve shown on your face because he started laughing. “What’s wrong, pretty baby?”

“Um,” you stalled, having to focus to keep your hips from bucking up towards him.

“Just tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he shrugged.

A pang of need hit inside you, as if you needed reminding of what you wanted. “Ari, need your mouth, please…”

He smirked and slid down that last little bit, grabbing your fuzzy pajama pants and pulling them down to your ankles— and your underwear along with them. “What are you all wet for?” he cooed, stopping for a moment to kiss inside your thighs. You could tell he was intentionally rubbing his beard against your sensitive skin, letting the ends of his long hair tickle you in a… specific place.

“Fffuck,” you stammered in lieu of an answer.

“Is this all for me?” he pressed.

“Yes,” you nodded quickly.

“You smell so good,” he purred. You couldn’t be sure if it was the way his voice got deeper and darker that made your spine tingle and your nipples harden instantly, or if it was the filthy words that voice was actually saying. It was sort of embarrassing when he said stuff like that, but in a way you had grown to find quite enjoyable. Once he’d figured out your sensitivity to praise— especially that kind of praise— he’d taken every opportunity to exploit it. “Bet you taste even better,” he finished as he dove in between your legs, licking a long, slow stripe through your folds.

You could feel his beard against your pussy and you thought you might die.

“Ari,” you moaned, “fuck.” You let your head fall back against the floor, which he corrected instantly with a light slap on your thigh.

“Nuh uh, baby, wanna see those pretty eyes while I taste your cunt, okay? Don't look away."

You were pretty sure it wasn't about him seeing your eyes, though; it was about you seeing him do this to you. Those blue eyes of his pierced right through you as he latched his lips onto your swollen clit, your back arching instantly of its own accord.

You could feel him smile a little as he kept working you, tongue laving over every sensitive spot he could find— which, it turns out, is a lot. Even more came into play as he pressed two thick fingers inside you.

"Ari, baby," you whimpered, pushing back against his hand. Just his fingers were enough to get so deep inside you; it was a wonder you were able to take his cock at all. "Right there," you sighed.

"Think I don't know that? You're about to come already," he laughed as he licked your clit again. Your fingers laced into his hair, tightening and tugging at the roots without really meaning to. The long ends were swinging against the insides of your thighs as you rocked back onto his hand and face, and it made your whole body erupt into goosebumps. "Come on my tongue, pretty baby," he encouraged darkly, "wantcha to soak this beard you like so much with your come."

"Fuck, 'm gonna," you hissed, "so close, please please don't stop."

The hand holding your thigh gripped you a little tighter, just as the fingers inside you curled a little harder. Pressure seized up in your gut as you felt your walls clenching on him; warmth spread from between your legs, specks of color danced behind your eyes. You heard his name before you even realized that it was you who said it.

When his fingers slipped out of you and his face emerged from between your thighs, he was grinning so wide that it was impossible not to smile with him. “That was…” you searched for the right word, still catching your breath, “unexpected.”

You giggled when he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his beard nearly dripping with your arousal even as he tried to clean it off a bit. “I bet I’ll be able to smell your cunt for days ‘cause of this.”

“Don’t be mad cause I gave you what you asked for,” you shrugged.

He leaned in to hover above you, ghosting his lips over your ear and pressing his hips between your legs so you could feel how hard his cock had become. “Oh, I’m not mad,” he assured darkly, sending a shiver up your spine just with his voice, “but I’m not anywhere near done with you yet.”

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n

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justsmilestuffhappens · 5 years ago

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Day 5 (14th of February) - Valentine’s day gone wrong @buddietinesweek

Coincidence for your thoughts

Eddie couldn't believe he was doing this. Yeah he'd tried to dated one nice woman a few months ago but was this okay. He didn't know how he felt entirely about this.

Tía Pepa: Eddito try it. You don't have to sleep with them just mingle and take it from there.

Eddie rolled his eyes as he stood in front of the restaurant. He couldn't believe she signed him up for this.

Tía Pepa: Don't roll your eyes at me like you do sometimes chico.

He huffed as he walked in. He got seated at his station for the speed dating. He felt like this made him look desperate but Eddie didn't want to judge the others here everyone had their own reasons. Maybe some of them were looking for meaningful connections and not just a lay on valentine's.

The first round began. As he started talking to a sweet red head he heard a distinct laugh. Huh?

Eddie turned from where he was seated on the outside corner of a square seating arrangement with the guests facing outwards towards their moving dates.

"No one's ever said that about my birthmark before. An angel kiss huh. That's a new one." Buck said with a smile to a tall brunette.

"Well that's what we call them in babies where I work. Some fade but not always. My sister has one by her lip. So what kinda name is Buck?" She smiled and squinted.

"Well Meg it's my nickname from my last name Buckley." He laughed.

"Umm. Eddie was it? Look if you'd rather wait for her to come around then fine. It was nice meeting you." Layla said as she checked out of the conversation and pulled out her phone.

"Sorry." Yikes. Way to go Eddie.

He didn't correct her that his attention was actually drawn to Buck and not the woman. It wouldn't have made much of a difference he felt. Buck was here too?

The bell dinged. Eddie had one more person before the brunette was at his table.

"Hi. I'm Reina. What's your sign?" His new date asked with dirty blond hair and a streak of blue.

"Umm. I don't really know that. I think it's scorpio or taurus." Eddie answered with a shrug.

"Uh. No. I'm sorry. I'm not DTF or whatever. I've got a strict no sex on the first date policy now." Buck chuckled then nervously looked down from his date.

"You're wasting my time? If the sex is bad then why would I bother." Another blond said throwing her hand up in annoyance. "Ring the bell already!"

Wow. Eddie didn't know whether to be happy or sad buck was having a bad time with this one. He decided he could be both if she wasn't willing to wait it was her loss. Buck was worth waiting for.

"Oh God. Help!" Meg the first girl paired with buck who was between them now shouted.

Both Eddie and Buck got up and moved together to help her date now.

The guy between them was clutching at his throat.

Eddie lowered him down on the ground with Bucks help who didn't even question Eddie's presence. They fell into their usual routine.

"Anaphylaxis?" Buck asked as he kept people a safe distance from them for breathing room.

"Yeah buck. Sir I'm gonna check your pocket. Do you have any kinda EpiPen?" Eddie was already checking both. Nothing.

"I've got one!" Reina pulled it out of her purse.

Eddie injected his thigh as Buck was already on the phone for an ambulance to be dispatched.

"Peanuts." He rasped.

"Okay sir. An ambulance is coming. They're gonna make sure you're okay. We don't know if you'll need another dose before you get to the hospital." Eddie looked at the table.

There were no peanuts out to trigger his allergy though.

"Meg?" Buck asked as if he'd read his mind.

"I ate some earlier. Fuck! I didn't know." She was crying. "I'm sorry"

"He's gonna be alright. It's not your fault. We've got him." Eddie tried soothing her worry.

It was an easy but dangerous mistake. She was still a stranger to him after all and he didn't know to tell her.

The paramedics from another station took the guy and nodded at the handoff as they strapped him to a gurney .

Blake, as they'd learned was the man's name, had insisted on giving Meghan his business card with his cell written on the back.

The speed dating session had sorta broken up in all the chaos. Only a few were still willing to stay and went back to their seats.

Buck, Meg, and and Eddie among the ones to leave.

"Dude that was crazy. I feel bad for the guy. Reminds me of my bad valentine's day experience. Choked on a breadstick. Abby managed to give me a tracheotomy, it didn't scar too bad." Buck was standing with Eddie outside.

"Wait. That was on valentine's? I just remember it being bad. Holy shit Buck!" Eddie's glad she saved him. It sounded horrifying and must have been worse to experience or remember.

"Yeah. I think it was just us both being nervous. Took it as a sign from like god trying to help me not have sex after our date. I was still Buck 1.0 back then." Buck turned to his name being called.

"Are you two paramedic?" Meghan asked as she walked over.

"Uh, well my partner Eddie here is more so than me. We're firefighters for the 118. It could have happened to anyone. He'll probably be fine. Don't beat yourself up." Buck said.

"Oh wow. Maybe it's fate you two saved him. Thanks again. I woulda been scarred for life and Blake would be dead." With that she left to her SUV.

"Hey. Wanna grab a bite? Chris is with Pepa tonight since she wanted to make sure I had no excuse for not coming."

"Dude I'm starving. When Maddie told me about this I thought it included dinner. I couldn't even enjoy happy hour because of my blood thinners. It's bogus." Buck laughed making Eddie laugh too.

"Well if you'd read the letter at the door. So follow me back to mine or wanna go to yours?"

"Definitely yours. If you drink too much you won't have to drive." Buck patted Eddie's arm before going to his jeep.

Eddie's truck read out a voice command text he got from Buck. He'd order wings and rice that'd get there a little after them.

Once they were at Eddie’s they went inside.

"So. I didn't know you were gonna be there, it's good you felt to trying. Maddie had to threaten posting my karaoke routine if I didn't agree to try it. My own sister blackmailing me, can you believe that?" Buck joked as he got the door paying.

"I know how you feel. It could've been worse. That could have happened to us or we might not have been there." Eddie helped sort their order after Buck brought it to the table.

Buck could have one of his egg rolls since he always gave Eddie a few of his wings.

"Maybe Meg was right? Fate brought us together to help save that guy. And got us out of Amelia's love is a battlefield warpath. She’d have gotten to you in a few rings of that dumb bell." Buck poured some of the hot sauce Eddie liked and had gotten him into.

"Dtf?" Eddie joked.

"Oh man. You heard that? We're be being that loud?" Buck cringed.

"No. Umm. I'm just good at picking you out of a crowd. Gotta be able to find my partner to have his back Buck." Eddie said

He was avoiding saying how he'd been drifting to listening to Buck and his date thought he was interested in the woman with buck but she was wrong.

Buck drank from his glass before talking again.

"You ever seen Love Actually? Me and Mads watched it for the first time the other night. I think it's running again tonight or we could look it up." Buck waited for a replay.

"Only pieces of the beginning. We can look after we're done."

Watching a romcom sounded good. After they could see something else.

They both ended up passed out on the couch a little after the movie was over and they'd switched to an action movie with spies fighting over a girl dating both of them.

Neither had said much after the first movie was done and the revelation that the guy was coming home from overseas to return to his boyfriend or husband. They’d been starting to doze off.

They'd wake up after an hour to lay down properly as Eddie reminded Buck of his back.

It was a great pseudo date even if neither of them wanted to risk calling it what they felt.

Eddie couldn't tell if it was the beer, him being rusty, or him feeling comfortable when Buck but he woke to him in the morning without being startled.

"So. I'm gonna start on breakfast if you want first shower." Buck said from Eddie's doorway as he turned to him knocking on it.

"You're the best. Be our live in chef Buck." Eddie half joked before yawning.

"Careful or I might take advantage of sleepy and hungry Eddie's offer." Buck teased with a wink.

"You say that like it's a bad thing" Eddie grinned.

Was that too flirty? Uh.

"I'm sure we could work something out. Living here. Getting to see you guys more. Commuting to work. Sounds like it'd have its perks." Buck shrugged and laughed. "Alright sleepy head. Get up. I've got pancakes and eggs to make."

With that buck left to the kitchen.

Eddie thought about it. Buck's place was nice but they had room here. He wouldn't mind if Buck actually did take up his offer. Eddie would tell him again later, sans sleep in his voice.

For now he needed to get ready. Buck could go with him to pick up Christopher and drop him off at school. Chris would love that.

Eddie knew Christopher would love Buck moving and being around more too. It felt right.

He let the water wake him fully as he heard Buck whistling and singing while he cooked. Eddie wouldn't mind waking up like this more often, that's for sure. He hoped Buck would think about it.

#buddie #buck Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 #evan buck Buckley #evan buckely #my writing #solo mio #long #fic #ficlet #Valentine's day #Valentine #Valentine's

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offical-dystopiantale · 5 years ago

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*Chapter 2: Talk to me..*

Ink: Age 16

Error: Age 17

Part 2

*If self harm, suicidal thoughts, verbal and physical abuse are triggers for you, please skip over the section I have marked out*

“Error!”

The skeleton looked up as his name was called, his eyes landing on Ink; who was running across their school’s front lawn to where the ebony monster sat

“Hey.”

Ink plopped down onto the grass beside him, huffing. “What are you doing out here? Aren’t Basketball tryouts going on right now?” A breeze blew past them, kicking up a few of the yellow and red leaves that littered the ground; Error shivered, but he much preferred the cold to the heat of the summer. Besides, in fall, no one looked at you weird for always wearing sweaters.

“Last I heard, yeah. In the gym.” He snorted, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “Why? You wanna join this year?”

“Oh gods no! I just… I figured you would tryout.”

“Why?”

The white skeleton picked up a fallen leaf, idly ripping it up into small bits. “You were on the team in grade 9, and last year… you were really good too. It looked like you had a lot of fun.”

Error pulled anxiously at the sleeves of his hoodie and avoided looking at Ink. It was true, he had really enjoyed playing on the team and his height definitely gave him an advantage that made him feel… powerful. Useful. Or it had, at least. Now he couldn’t find any motivation to try it again.

It doesn’t make him excited anymore. Nothing really did.

So what was the point?

“I just… don’t feel like doing it this year.”

Ink hummed, reaching out and taking Error’s hand. The larger skeleton stiffened. “I feel like you’re not telling me something…”

Error pulled his hand away, stuffing it into his pocket. Why did Ink have to care?!

“You can talk to me about anything, you know…”

“Ink…”

He looked up, meeting his friend’s gaze. Ink stared back at him, locking their eyes and not looking away for a second. “I really, really care about you Error… I’m here to help you… Is, um, is everything ok? At home and stuff?”

The bell rang, the sound all but piercing through the air. The taller of the two boys all but jumped up, grabbing his bag. “See you in fifth period.”

Ink called after him as he quickly walked away, cursing himself. He rubbed his arms nervously, his mind wandering to the scars underneath. How did Ink know?! He made sure to never bring up anything from his home life, made sure to never mention the secrets carved onto his ulna and radius.

Ink wasn’t supposed to know.

He wasn’t even supposed to suspect anything.

That was the whole fucking point!!

Error promised to protect him. He promised. If Ink knew what he’d done, what he thought.. it would hurt him. How the hell could he still says he’ll protect him if he’s the one who hurts him?!

Well, technically there was something he could do…

Error pushed the thought down. Now wasn’t the time for that.

He’d continue to deny anything his friend threw at him. He’d act the same as he has for the past two years. Ink didn’t really know. He was just worried. All Error had to do was squash that worry. As if it were a cockroach.

After all, he was fine.

Error sat down at his desk, pulling out his science papers, his eye lingering on his arm.

… He just needed for Ink to believe he was fine, whether or not that was true couldn’t matter less.

*****

“Are you doing anything for Halloween?”

Error glanced quickly at Ink who sat in the passenger side of the car. The white skeleton was staring out the window, his chin resting in his palm.

He looked relaxed.

Cute.

“Nah. Mom usually hands out the candy and dad does what he always does. You know neither of them really go out of their way to celebrate this sorta thing.”

Ink giggled, eyes shifting toward his friend as he cheeks gained colour. “So you’ve said, multiple times.” He sat back in the seat, arms crossed in front of him. “Anyways, my mom’s going out to a party on Halloween night, leaving little ol’ me to tend to handing the candy out all alone.” The small skeleton dramatically wiped at fake tears, faux pouting. Error snorted. “And I thought, maybe a certain someone could come over that night to help me. We could even watch horror movies and binge eat some snacks!”

The monster driving snorted again as Ink awaited his response. He knew the ebony skeleton would say yes; they always hung out on Halloween. When they were younger, Winter would take them out Trick-or-Treating together and the two boys would have a sleepover afterwards; where they’d giggle and eat way too much junk food. But, seeing as both of the monsters had outgrown their candy hunting days, they preferred to stay in and watch bad horror movies while eating chips and popcorn; with Error occasionally making a crude joke about the film they were watching or something else that had happened during the day.

“Isn’t it just a given that I’ll come over now?”

“I mean, yeah. But I didn’t want to assume anything.” Ink winked, giggles erupting from him as Error stuck his tongue out in response.

“We could totally play a prank on the kids as they show up. Give ‘em a little trick with their tre-“

Error stopped mid-sentence, his tongue becoming cement in his mouth. He was just pulling up to the sidewalk in front of their houses when his eyes had landed on his father, standing on the front steps of his home.

He was mad.

Actually, mad was an understatement. Cyber looked absolutely pissed.

Error swallowed hard, grip tightening on the steering wheel. What had happened to get his dad so mad? Nothing came to his mind when he tried to think of something he’d done: his room was pretty clean, his bed was bed made, the laundry put away. He hadn’t done anything wrong so what-

His mind skidded to a stop like a train that was pushed off the tracks and ending with a loud, fiery crash.

The pins.

The pins Ink had gotten him a year ago. He’d made sure to keep them tucked away so his dad wouldn’t see them, but this morning he had been in a rush trying to find where his extra pair of headphones had gone. He had pulled them out and left them on his desk. He had eventually found what he was looking for, but had forgotten to put those secret pins away (He had accidentally crushed his good pair of headphones the night prior, and had made a mental note to buy some new ones).

Now, if his father had been anyone else they wouldn’t have thought twice about seeing the pins. Or maybe they wouldn’t have cared. But this was Error’s father, the man who’d take any opportunity he saw to harass his son; be that verbally, or - on the rare occasion - physically.

“Is that your dad?”

“Yup.” His voice cracked and he cursed himself. He took a deep breath and blocked off his emotions to the best of his ability, isolating them from his voice.

“He looks mad… did something happen?”

“Dunno.” He turned the car off, undoing his seatbelt. “You should head home. I’ll call you later.” His voice sounded distant and hollow, even to himself.

Ink hesitated, looking his tall friend up and down, checking for any signs that he wasn’t ok. Once satisfied, he sighed and muttered a small ‘ok’ before leaving the car. Error exited after him, watching as the small monster walked solemnly to his home with Cyber glaring at him. Hatred boiled up in Error’s soul, Ink hadn’t done anything wrong. How dare his father look upon him with such hateful and condescending feelings.

With his back straightened, he strutted up to his father who had turned his angry gaze to his son. Error met his eyes with the same loathing stare.

Error looked remarkably like his father: they had the same dark bones with the rare red and yellow bone along their bodies, they both had the same blue markings under their eyes (though Error only had three strips while Cyber had five.) The only things different between the two monsters were their eyes - Errors were a bright red, with one yellow eyelight and the other yellow with a blue pupil; while his father’s eye sockets were black, like most skeletons, with yellow eyelights. The second difference was pretty obvious: their personalities. Cyber Sona was cruel and cold, someone who only really cared about himself. Someone who drank away his problems and solved conflicts with violence. And Error… well, he didn’t know how to describe himself, but he knew he wasn’t as bad as his dad.

… At least, that’s what he hoped.

As the seventeen year old walked up the steps, his father pushed open the door. “Get your ass in here now.” His voice was deep, like a rumble in the Earth. It sent a shiver down Error’s spine as he entered his home, skull hanging low.

Cyber slammed the door after both of them were in the house. Error’s mother was busying herself with cooking supper in the kitchen, completely ignoring what her husband was about to say to their son.

Error often wondered if his mom even cared or if she was in the same mindset as his father.

Either way, Error moved to stand on the other side of the kitchen table, closer to his mom. Considering she’s never hit him, maybe it was just natural for him to feel at least a tiny bit safer near her.

Cyber tossed the two pins, the rainbow and pan ones, onto the table. They skidded to a stop near the center; Error winced and looked down.

“What the fuck are these?”

Cyber’s voice sounded menacing, and Error shrank into his sweater, staring at his feet like a child who was caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

Cyber slammed his fist onto the table top, causing Error to flinch backwards. Mumbling, he answered, “They’re just pins…”

“‘Just pins’...” His father jabbed a finger at them. “They’re part of that goddamn queer group.” He crossed the table to stand in front of Error; they were nearly the same height, but Error was still a bit shorter than him. He wanted to scream at his father, tell him he wasn’t, and never will be ‘his’ son, that it doesn’t matter if he was gay or not. But he kept his mouth shut, the fear inside him extinguishing any confidence he had. “Do you really think you’re gay.”

His voice had suddenly changed, taking on a soft tone. Error hesitantly looked up to meet his father's eyes.

“I-“

~Trigger Warning~

He was suddenly grabbed by the front of his hoodie, his father pulling their faces close, expression becoming dark. “Are you really going to do that to your mother and I?!”

He let go of the fabric, pushing Error to the ground; he went without a fight, grunting as his body hit the hard floor.

Cyber knelt in front of him. “You’re already such a fucking disappointment and burden to us... and now you’re going to say you’re a f*ggot as well?!”

He grabbed Error’s wrist roughly. This time, the boy tried to pull away, yelping.

That yearned him a hard smack to his head. “What do you have to say for yourself, you piece of shit?!”

Rage filled Error as he looked up as his father. He didn’t do anything wrong. It didn’t make him any less of a person just because he could love another dude! He wanted to spit on him; tell him to go fuck himself. Cyber must have seen that spark of fight in Error’s eye sockets as he painfully yanked his son’s arm forward, causing him to call out in pain. The force of the pull caused Error’s sweater sleeve to get pushed up on his arm, his cuts coming into full view.

Panic surged through the monster as he tried desperately to get his arm away from his father.

Cyber only laughed.

“You’re a fucking pussy too? Can’t handle all of life’s problems can ya?” He leaned in close, a sick grin plastered on his face. Error wanted to cry, but refused to do so in front of this son of a bitch- “Grow up. Life isn’t going to change just because you feel a little bummed out kiddo.”

Error was trembling, Cyber finally let go of his arm and the younger monster pulled it close to him. His father burst into more laughter, making Error bristle. “Why don’t you just go kill yourself then, huh? It’d make life so much easier for all of us… besides, no one’s gonna love someone like you.”

A sob escaped Error, his father snorting. “Go to your fucking room.” He said, standing back up. When Error didn’t get up, his father repeated himself; this time yelling.

The ebony monster shakily got up and scurried off to his room like a wounded animal.

He broke out into sobs once the door was safely shut behind him, sinking to the floor just inside his room.

He hated, absolutely despised his father.

He sobbed harder. Why the hell did the words he said have to affect him so much?! He knew his father was an asshole who was full of horse shit.

But it still hurt. It still hurt so badly to know he wasn’t enough, that he’d never be ‘good enough’.

He fumbled to his desk drawer, yanking it open and pulling out a small razor blade.

He knew he could just conjure up a knife with his magic, it would probably be easier than keeping these blades around. But, in a way, Error likes the feel of the cold metal. It was sick and he knew it.

He slid the blade along his wrist, another sob leaving him as a bead of blood slowly flowed out.

Usually when things got this bad it only took him three or five cuts to fully push the sadness away, to bring him into a state of cold numbness.

Five cuts came and passed.

As he got to ten, he was shaking roughly, letting the small razor slip from his fingers. A new wave of tears came crashing down on him, his hands coming up and gripping the side of his skull.

He was disgusting. All of this made him revolting.

Unlovable.

A disappointment.

If Ink knew… god, if he knew, he’d see Error as he really was: a grotesque shell of a monster, undeserving of any of the care he’d been given.

A light came on across from him. His head whipped upwards, soul dropping to his feet. His door, which he still sat in front of, was directly in front of his window; a perfect viewing point for anyone to see him if they looked from the house next door.

Exactly as Ink was now.

There was a look of shock on his face, then horror as Error jumped to his feet, stumbling to the blinds and shutting them hastily.

He’d seen the blood, Error knew he had.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

His phone began buzzing in his pocket; he pulled it out (if he hadn’t been so distressed, he probably would have taken time to be surprised the screen wasn’t cracked after his father’s little ‘display’). Ink was calling, of course it was him, who else would it be? But that confirmed that he’d seen what Error had done.

The skeleton pressed the red button, putting an end to the buzzing.

Ink knew.

Error flopped onto his bed. He’d tried so hard to keep this from Ink, and he still failed.

Ink probably hated him now. He had no reason to care anymore, he’s seen what Error was really like.

“Why don’t you just go kill yourself, huh?”

Error knew how to sneak out of his window, he’d done it before. But to do that, he’d have to see Ink.

His phone buzzed again.

Fuck it.

He pulled open the gray blinds. Ink’s room was dark.

Error wondered briefly where he went as he opened the window and hopped onto the small ledge below it. Next, he carefully edged to the side, dropping down onto the ground.

He still had the car keys and he had a good place in mind where he wouldn’t be found.

Well, hopefully he wouldn’t be found.

~End of Trigger Warning~

*****

Ink was scared. He’d never seen Error act so skittish.

He’d never seen his eyes so full of tears.

… and the blood…

His soul ached painfully in his chest as he tried, again, to call his friend.

Voicemail...again.

He was pacing in the living room, anxiously biting the tips of his fingers. He knew that Error had been hiding something from him. The way he suddenly started wearing only long sleeves; how he never wanted Ink to come inside his home; and, then today, when he said he was going to stop playing basketball.

But Ink never pressed him to share what was bothering him.

He never did.

His mind was brought back to Error’s arms. There was so much blood… what had caused him to do it? Why hadn’t he come to Ink for help?

If he was cutting… how long had he been doing it? How long has it been a secret?

Was he suicidal? The thought of losing his best friend brought a heart wrenching pain to his soul.

“Ink, sweetie, are you alright?” It was his mom, standing at the entrance to the kitchen. Should Ink tell her why he was so worried? She was a nurse, so maybe she’d know what to do; but at the same time, Error obviously didn’t want anyone to know…

“I’m just worried about Error, he’s not answering any of my calls-“

The sound of a car starting and driving away came from outside caught Ink’s attention.

… Error had their car keys.

Rushing to the front window of his house, he peeked out. Sure enough, the car he shared with his friend was gone.

Shit.

“Ink, what’s going on?”

“I need to borrow your car.”

“Excuse me?” Her hands were on her hips, and the short monster sweated nervously. Seeing her son’s anxious expression, she continued: “Honey, you’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”

Ink took a deep breath. He loved his mother to death and knew she meant well, but now was not the time! Who knew what Error would do out there all alone?!

“Mom-“

“This isn’t negotiable.”

He clenched his fist. He wasn’t an angry monster, if anything, he was typically very calm. But right now…

“What’s going on is my best friend might kill himself!!” His voice cracked and it came to his attention that he was very close to tears.

Winter stared at Ink in shock, her mouth agape. “S-so I need to borrow the car so..” He took a shaky breath, his eyes welling with tears.

“Where do you think he’s gone? I’ll drive you there.”

“Mom, no, I’ll gone alone.”

Winter was already at the door, pulling on some shoes. “You’re head isn’t clear. Neither you or Error should be driving when you’re so upset.”

“H-he’ll freak out if you’re there too, he’s already so upset I-”

“I’ll just drop you off and then leave. You will call me if you need a ride back.” She opened the door. “Now come on, we need to hurry.”

*****

Error took a deep breath and leaned against the oak tree on the hill, his breath forming a small cloud in front of his face. He’d come out here because he figured it would be a good place to do… what had to be done. But once he had arrived and seen the tree, and the stars, it had made him think of Ink almost immediately.

He was probably mad at Error.

He was probably worried out of his mind.

“I really, really care about you Error…”

The skeleton grumbled, wrapping his aching arms around himself. He knew he couldn’t do it. Even if he really wanted to, even if he knew not many people would care.

Ink would care.

Another sob escaped him. He was tired of crying at this point. He craved that numb feeling he hated so much. He was scared and tired.

He didn’t want to be alone anymore, but where else could he go? Neither of his parents would comfort him. If anything, his father would just tell him to go off himself again. He supposed he could finally return Ink’s calls… did he really want to answer his friend’s questions though?

… No, he didn’t want to. Shame lay heavily on his shoulders. How would he explain how he felt to Ink? How could he?

“Error?!” The ebony skeleton shot upwards, stumbling as he stood and instinctively hiding his arms behind his back. He’d taken off his sweater earlier, and hadn’t thought to grab it before leaving. Ink stood near the bottom of the hill. When’d he get here?! Error hadn’t heard a car pull up-

Error’s eyes caught on Ink’s mother’s car driving away. Well, that explained how he got here at least. But how had he known this was the place Error would run off to?

He supposed it was pretty obvious; this was their spot, after all.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Ink’s voice was loud and his clenched fists were trembling. His large eyes were full of tears, causing a pang of guilt to course through Error’s soul.

“I-Ink, I’m-”

“You’re a fucking idiot is what you are!” Ink was walking quickly to were his friend stood and, despite his height, Error couldn’t help but feel intimidated. In all the time he’d known him, he’d never seen Ink so upset. He couldn’t even think of a time where he’d ever heard Ink swear before beyond a small ‘shit’ here and there.

Ink stopped when he stood in front of Error. He was still shaking and tears flowed out of his eyes. The taller monster wanted to stop the tears; he wanted to stop his friend from hurting.

Most of all, he wanted to stop those god awful tears.

“I knew there was something wrong! You suddenly became more.., quiet, and-and you started only wearing long sleeves and- ”

“You only wear things that cover your arms too…” Error’s voice sounded scratchy from all his crying; so he kept it low, looking to the ground. Besides, if he looked into his friend’s eyes, he knew he’d just break down again.

“Yeah, I do. Because I'm hiding something, error!” Ink sniffed, wiping at his tears. “Why.. why wouldn’t you tell me about this?”

The softness in his voice convinced Error to look up; Ink’s eye lights were so full - full of worry, of anger… of sadness. The ebony skeleton felt himself tear up as well.

“I… I didn’t want to hurt you… I promised I’d protect you and i-if you knew you’d be sad and I-” He whimpered, his arms moving from behind him to wrap around his cold and tired body. The tears he’d be holding fell from his eye sockets once again.

“Error… “ Ink reached out for his friend, but flinched when he got a good look at his arms, at the scars. “Oh Error… how long… how long have you hidden this?” The monster didn’t answer, sobbing harder. He stumbled forward, pulling Inks into a hug. Ink didn’t fight it, instead he wrapped his smaller arms around Error, rubbing his lower back as he bawled.

Ink was warm in Error’s arms, like he belonged there. And Error would be lying to himself if he said it didn’t feel good to be comforted.

“Y-years.” He finally mumbled, holding his smaller friend tightly as he trembled. “My dad.. I… “

Ink pulled away slightly, looking up at him. “Let’s sit down, Ok? You’re going to tell me everything.”

Error was too exhausted to fight Ink on this right now, so he just nodded, pulling away and sitting down in front of the tree. The smaller monster didn’t follow him, instead he hesitated. “There’s a first aid kit in the car, i’m going to grab it, ok.”

“Why?”

Ink pointed a finger at him. “We can’t just leave those like that. They should be cleaned and bandaged.”

It didn’t take Ink long to grab the first aid supplies and soon he was sitting next to Error, asking him gently to show his arms.

“Can.. Can you tell me why you did this?”

Error hesitated before he let it all pour out of him; it was like a damn breaking.

He told him about how his father had treated him poorly since he was a kid. How his father would sometimes take a swat at him. About how his image of himself had been going down for years.

He also talked about the numbness.

Ink was quiet as Error vented, listening intently and tending to his cuts.

When he finally finished, Ink finally spoke up. “Your father… is abusive.”

“I guess you could call him that.”

“There’s no ‘guess’ about it… shouldn’t we call the police? They can help or-”

“No”

“Error, come on, this is serious.”

“We’re not calling the police. I’ll be moving out in a year anyways…”

“You almost killed yourself because of him!” Error flinched and Ink signed. “I’m sorry, I’m just… I want you to be safe.”

The ebony skeleton didn’t answer, just looked away. He was feeling better after telling Ink everything. As if a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Though he wanted to hold Ink again.

“I… I don’t want to deal with the cops.”

“... You need to get professional help, at the very least.”

“Isn’t therapy like, really expensive?”

Ink shrugged. “I was thinking more along the lines of talking to the counselor at school.” Error grimaced at the thought. He could barely tell Ink all this, and now he wanted him to spill his guts to a random stranger at school? “Oh, she’s not that bad. She’s actually really nice.. I’ve talked to her a few times. She’d be able to help you deal with all this.”

“I told you, isn’t that enough?”

“No. I’m just… another person, Error. I don’t know how to handle depression, or how to learn healthy coping mechanisms. That’s why there are professionals.” Seeing his friend’s uncomfortable expression, he added, “I can come with you, too. So you’re not alone.”

Error sighed … The thought of getting better, of feeling better than this, was very appealing.

He wanted to get better.

For Ink.

… for himself.

He wanted to be better.

“Ok. We can go see her on Monday.”

Ink smiled gently, patting Error’s knee.

“Hey… I have an idea.” He pulled the locket he always wore around his neck over his head. It was round, light pink at the bottom, fading onto a light purple at the top. The skeleton took the larger monsters hand with his own, opening it. He placed the small necklace into Error’s hand. “You can have this.”

“W-what? No, you always wear this thing, you love it!”

“Exactly. This way, whenever you’re feeling like you're alone, you can just look at this and it’ll remind you that you’re not alone! That I’ll always be here for you.”

Error looked down at Ink’s locket. He honestly had no idea what picture was in it. He popped it open, inside was a picture of the two boys from last winter. They were standing by the large christmas tree that was set up in the city’s center every year. Ink had a scarf wrapped around his neck and chin, a warm cup of tea from the nearby coffee shop in his gloved hands. Error was beside him, drinking from his own mug - his had been full of coffee; something the smaller of the two found too bitter to drink.

Error could still remember that day clearly. Winter had suggested driving the two boys to the center of Blightview since the ice rink had just opened for the next few months and, after Ink’s persistent begging, Error had agreed. He had absolutely no idea how to skate though and the evening was spent with him trying his best to stay upright, and his friend fighting back giggles as he tried to help. Once Error had gotten annoyed with constantly falling on his ass, Ink suggested they go get something to drink. They walked around the tree and other displays for a while and, when they weren't paying attention, Ink’s mother had taken multiple pictures of them: like the one that now sat in the locket.

Error smiled at the memory, closing the locket and putting in on. “... thanks, Ink. For.. all of this.”

Ink hummed. “You said you didn’t tell me because you promised to ‘protect me’?”

The ebony skeleton nodded.

“Protecting me, and keeping me in the dark are two different things Error… I get you’re protective, but that should just apply to bullies and shit. This… you can’t help how you feel, and what you’re going through… no one should have to do that alone, you know? And I’m your friend - your best friend. You should be able to come to me for help… knowing this kinda thing isn’t going to scare me away, or hurt me.”

Error sighed, shivering. He really should have brought his hoodie. “I’m sorry. I was scared of how you’d react. Before all this happened, dad said some crap about it and… yeah.”

“Just… talk to me next time, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Now!” Ink stood suddenly. “Let’s head home. You can stay with mom and me tonight, because there’s no way you’re going ‘home’ after all this!”

Error chuckled, standing up as well, albeit a bit slower. “Thanks… is Winter going to ask about...uh.”

“She’s going to want to know you’re ok, but mom won’t push you to share what you told me. Don’t worry. Oh! And give me the keys.” He outstretched his hand. “I’m driving.”

Error snorted, pulling said keys out of his pocket and tossing them to his friend. As they walked back down the hill, the tall monster suddenly reached out and took Ink’s small hand into his larger one. Ink nearly tripped from surprise, his face becoming hot.

“Thanks again Ink… it… you mean a lot to me.”

Ink smiled, squeezing his friend’s hand gently. “Anytime, Glitchy.”

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Poly Wanna? 09

I have been struggling super hard and super long with trying to wrap this chapter up and lo and behold, I decided to just move forward and hope that it communicates what i was trying to communicate. I know it's a long chapter, but I just couldn't mentally wrestle with it anymore. Might have wound up changing it completely and I worked too hard to do that to myself. Hopefully, we're still having a good time, here.

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Just Trying to Figure It All Out

Music was playing through the sound system as Henry cooked, Jasper set the table and readied the room. Charlotte had went to get washed up and dressed. The guys were talking about general stuff like the menu and how the night went for Charlotte (which, technically, they had gotten back so late that it was practically the next day) and she slept well into the afternoon, almost evening. Now, Henry was making a gourmet Italian meal, Jasper was making the place extremely comfortable, and Charlotte was staring at herself in the mirror, wondering if she was doing too much.

She had an espresso colored evening gown on with spaghetti straps and had pulled her hair up and decked it with flowers. The gown hugged her body, was satin and shiny and made her look like she was dipped in chocolate syrup, meanwhile, the cocoa butter on her skin had her beaming.

Upon further review of this bedroom, she probably should have guessed that it had been created for her. The bedding was silk sheets and pillow cases (numerous pillows), with a layer of blankets - a super fluffy one with a weighted one on top, then a cute, thin one with a floral pattern. The room smelled of rosemary, eucalyptus, lemon, patchouli, and ylang ylang. She’d thrown some rose and chamomile into her diffuser and together with whatever he had making scents - the room smelled like perfection. Plus, she adored the number of plants in there. She wanted to be a plant mom, but never had the time. All of these were plants that she loved (at least the aesthetic and scents of). Plus… she noticed when she went to grab her luggage from the closet.. he had a jar of gummy bears on the dresser by the door and a little tent card that read “Organic and Fresh,” in his own handwriting.

She grabbed a handful of them, helped herself to more Bang Bang Bubbly, and came out of the room, nervously. She paused and heard the guys laughing together. She peeked in and saw them playfully fighting over the cheese grater. Jasper was wrapped around Henry, who held the grater just out of his reach and pushed him backwards with his hips. It was very… intimate. Charlotte stepped into the room and made a small sigh of a noise that sorta sounded like a little whimper, just for attention.

Henry and Jasper both turned to look at her and they froze, still wrapped up in the wrestle, but completely distracted, now. They whispered, “Fuuuuuuck,” when they saw her and separated to stare. She sauntered in with her hands clasped together, kinda nervously. She didn’t know where her eyes should be, so she kept them on her fingers. She still felt the two pairs that were stuck on her. Henry’s mouth was wide open and Jasper licked his lips. “You look gooooood,” Henry managed to break the silence.

She blushed and looked at the ground, “My bruises are showing. I can’t look that good.”

“You will ALWAYS look that good!” Jasper said and came to her, gathering her for a kiss. Now, Henry looked at the ground, and set down the cheese grater. He folded his arms and leaned against the counter as Jasper led Charlotte to the table to help her settle in her seat. “Are you feeling any better?”

“I’m full of Bubbly,” she said and shrugged her shoulders.

Jasper squatted next to her chair and asked, “What can I get you to drink?”

“Just water, please?”

He kissed her shoulder and said, “Coming right up. God, you’re gorgeous!” He tapped her chin with his fingertips and went to get the water. She traced circles on the table and Henry came with a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine in it and sat down. Jasper returned with water and pointed out, “I’ve put the fresh fruit platter right in front of you, so that you don’t have to reach for it.” She smiled brightly. Her man knew what to do, like all of the time. She smiled sadly. “I wanna tell Jasper that I pressured Henry into telling me about what happened between them. But, we’re all at peace and everyone’s having a good time, so I don’t wanna do it at dinner. I wanna do it when we’re alone.. Then again, what if Henry were to mention it at dinner and it looks like I was keeping it from him? At this point, I’m so stressed out, but I also don’t want to ruin the time that we’re spending together. So… I just shut up and hope that it didn’t come up.”

The song Been to the Moon that Charlotte was singing the night that Henry went to the lounge began to play and Charlotte, with a mouth full of fruit, said, “Oooh! I love this song!”

“Yeah, I love it too, now. I wish that I had it in your voice,” Henry said, opening the wine. She waved a hand at him, feigning flattery. “It was the only song I remembered you sang that night, because the lyrics were pretty moving… and appropriate.” She blushed. That almost sounded like a declaration of love. She didn’t need that, not after that hug earlier. She wanted for Henry to pipe down. In fact, whatever she entered the room with he and Jasper doing… “Henry is confusing me. I can’t tell what he wants, and I know it shouldn’t matter, but for some reason, I’m preoccupied with it. Does he want to take Jasper away from me? Does he want to take me from Jasper? Does he just… wanna come between the two of us so that we can be alone or available to him?” *Bites her lip and looks both worried but really adorable too.*

“I was thinking that after dinner, maybe we could hang out and watch movies, unless you two just wanna be alone,” Henry suggested. He knew that he was much too eager to spend time with them, but he wanted to get as much of it as he could while nobody was mad or sad because of him.

“Sounds good to me,” Charlotte said. “I honestly can’t feel my feet or my face, so it’s not much that I can do anyway.”

“After about 3 days of Bang Bang Bubbly, I usually have my acupuncturist come over. Then, I sleep for hours and wake up unscathed,” Henry said. “That stuff changed my life. I’ll have her come in for you,” He began to send a message from his phone. “She’ll be here Wednesday morning to see you.” He smiled and set his phone down. “So! I feel like I didn’t get around to talking about things in the steam room, talking about everything, I mean. I didn’t really feel like I got everything out in the open that you both needed and I can’t really stand for you two not to have whatever you need out of me.”

Charlotte looked at Jasper, to see if he was going to say something. He was more interested in his plate. Charlotte placed her fork down and nodded her head, “Well… I want to say something. I wanted to tell Jasper about earlier.” Jasper paused when she said his name. “I have to tell you something. So, earlier, before you got here, I was kinda naughty…” His eyes narrowed in confusion and he tilted his head. “I used Henry’s desperation to get me to be nice to him to find out about what happened between the two of you, once and for all.” Now, as the look of realization set in, one of sadness flooded over him as well.

“And, what do you think of me now?”

“I think that you were in such a terrible place for 2 years of your life, and maybe if I hadn’t been so salty, I could’ve been the friend that you needed, to see you through that. What happened was a mess and you... had to have been sad, longer than before you broke up. You had to have noticed things. We always do, whether we want to or not. I’m sorry that you were treated that way.” She moved her chair closer to him, cupped his face and rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs. Henry watched them in what was literally the worst pain that he could recall feeling in his heart.

Jasper placed his larger hands over Charlotte’s and asked, “That doesn’t make you wanna leave me? That I was so weak and stupid? I avoided telling you, because anybody that I’ve told, if I was interested in them, they felt like there were things unresolved between Henry and I and they didn’t want me. That’s why I’ve been afraid to tell you.”

“Don’t be afraid. I have your back, forever Jasper. If we don’t last, I’m never gonna hurt you, okay? Forever and for always, I’m gonna be your friend and want what’s best for you.” He pressed his forehead to hers and just rested there for a moment.

Jasper eventually broke the contact and noticed Henry, watching them with his hands clasped on top of the table. He didn’t comment on Henry’s blend of emotions. Instead, focused the conversation on Charlotte, “So… Your dad stopped by last night. He was really worried and shoved right passed me to search the apartment and see if you were home. I told him that you were at Henry’s, and he thought that I was lying. He was like, “The only person that she wants to talk to less than me is him!” Like, did he stop by here? I don’t know if he knows where Henry lives, but I didn’t know that he knew where I lived, so I don’t know.”

“I’ve spoken to him, since then. I didn’t tell him where Henry lives, but I told him that I would stop by to see him after I was feeling better.”

Bringing on the Heartbreak by Def Leppard came on the playlist and the three all went completely apesh*t. Using utensils as microphones and instruments, a lot of unnecessary headbanging and hairography, but it was SUCH a classic and they were old enough to enjoy it and understand it and admit to appreciating the genre, even though they once called it “old people music.” Well… Charlotte and Henry hadn’t been too fond of it back in their day. Jasper would tell them that they were bad at appreciating good music. He was very much into to kind of stuff that his dad liked, mainly because he wasn’t really given many options of his own. He kinda had to listen to whatever his folks played and his dad was all about the hard rock and rock ballads, while his mom listened to some Irish folk music and weird instrumentals that Charlotte was always sure were made simply for vibrations to match drug usage. They never talked about it much, but they were relatively certain that she had some history with it.

When they sat back down, Charlotte was ready to sing more, now. She had Henry show her how his music system worked and she was getting ready to browse, but George Michaels began to play and she laughed and asked, “What IS it with you and these old songs?”

“I spend most of my social time around old people!” He said.

“This is actually a great song, though,” She said swaying to Careless Whisper.

“All of his songs are great,” Henry corrected her.

“Booty Bear, come dance with me!” Charlotte said. Jasper was staring thoughtfully into his empty plate and blinked when he heard her request.

“I’m kinda stuffed. Maybe Henry can dance with you,” he said. Something was wrong with him, but she didn’t know if she should ask him now or wait until they were alone, so she and Henry started to dance to Careless Whisper, singing along and breaking contact for saxophone portions that Charlotte couldn’t contain her movements to a slow dance for. One More Try came on next and now, Jasper jumped up and she smiled, about to ask him if he was gonna dance with her now, but he took the remote and turned it off. His hands were shaking a little, but he forced a smile. “Sorry. I didn’t wanna hear that one.” Lips of an Angel by Hinder came on and Jasper set the remote down and went to clear his plate from the table, “I’ll get it, Jasp,” Henry offered and went to him. He touched the small of his back and asked quietly, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I just… it’s bad memories, is all.” He smiled a little and Charlotte watched them, listening to this song and she would never admit that she felt a way. She felt like she was watching a music video. “My girlfriend’s in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on…” Jasper and Henry hugged and then Henry cleared the table and told them they could get comfortable in his room. Charlotte met Jasper, asked, “What just happened?”

“I… That George Michael’s song One More Try… That’s the last song thing that I could remember before I passed out. It just brought some things up.”

“And Henry was able to comfort you?”

“No. I mean, he gave me a hug, but that was nothing…” *Charlotte singing* And I never want to say goodbye, but (god) you make it hard to be faithful. With the lips of an angel… Is THAT something that you wanna hear in the background of your man hugging his ex that he was in love with most of his life, and then find out that what made him sad that night was thinking about the night that they broke up? Because, I was shook.

Henry threw everything into the dishwasher and went into his bedroom. Charlotte had grabbed the fluffy blanket from her room and was snuggled in it in the bed when he came in. "Where's Jasper?"

"Washing his feet."

"Wash… what?"

"You know how smelly they can get! He's gonna wash them and put some of the oil blend I made him for foot odor. Lavender, lemon, peppermint & tea tree… in case you're about to unleash something dank from those canvas sneaks."

"Nope. My essential oils game is STRONG. You smell that blend in your room? Daddy did that on his own!"

"Did… did.. you just refer to yourself as "Daddy?"

"I did and I hate that I did."

“I hate that you had Lips of an Angel playing and hugging my boyfriend,’ she said, unable to hold that inside for much longer.

“Oh. It’s just on that particular playlist. It’s not like I planned it that way.”

“So, you had no idea that George Michael’s One More Try was playing the night that he almost died?”

“WHAT? I was just now years old when I heard this! Is… Is he okay?” Henry honestly looked upset.

“I think so. I just… Are you still in love with him?” She asked. She could tell from Henry’s facial expression and hesitation what the answer was, but he didn’t get a chance to actually answer her.

Jasper came in, slightly damp, wearing a belly shirt, shorts and socks. "Decided to just take a whole shower. Hen… you need any foot oil?"

"No! My feet smell good!" Henry cheered, grateful for that rescue.

"This bed is extremely comfortable," Charlotte said, sliding over for Jasper. He simply smiled and got closer to her while Henry grabbed the remote for the projector. He'd turned his bedroom into somewhat of a home theater. He had a movie screen on the wall that the bed faced, instead of a TV and projected any movie that he had access to on his computer onto the screen.

"How's horror sound?" He wondered.

"I'm for it," Jasper quickly answered.

Charlotte cringed, "Why not something sci-fi or fantasy?"

"What do you wanna watch?"Henry asked.

She took his remote and he simply laughed and laid down next to her. "I guess you're in charge."

"Nothing new," Jasper said. "I don't run anything in our home."

"That's a lie!" Charlotte said, browsing her movie options.

"Lemme guess… he's the boss in the bedroom." Jasper blushed as Charlotte's face said it all. "I knew it. Everybody thinks he's sweet and innocent when he's really a sexual force to be reckoned with."

"I can't even speak half the time when he's done with me," she admitted, finally selecting something. "Forget having me wrapped around his finger. He's got me wrapped around his third leg."

"Stahp!" Jasper insisted, smiling so hard his face hurt.

Henry's eyes trailed the length of Jasper and for a moment, he thought about being wrapped around him. They made eye contact and Jasper's expression questioned him. He turned towards the screen and grabbed one of the pillows to hug against himself. Charlotte set down the remote and said, “Jasper, full disclosure, I told Henry what you were upset about tonight.” Jasper’s smile faded.

“I just don’t understand why Charlotte is dragging me through so many emotions on this night. Like, on the one hand, I see that she’s just trying to be open and honest and I DO value that, so much. She’s the most genuine person I’ve ever dated and everything that she does comes from a place of integrity and concern. But, right now, I just wanna, chill and not think about anymore of my pain, and she just keeps… coming back to it.”

“I don’t wanna talk about that, Char.”

“The Bang Bang Bubbly may be affecting her inhibitions.”

“No,” she said and shook her head. “I just don’t want to let anything go unchecked and I have some things that made my list at dinner. I’ve already asked Henry about that Hinder song, but I should tell you, I felt some kind of way watching the two of you interact while that song was on.”

“We were just talking,” Jasper said, with a tight smile. “No need to be jealous. You know that nothing is happening here, with the history that we have.”

“The history matters. Even I sometimes can look at Henry and forget for a moment that we had the worst breakup that I have ever had in my life, and I had an ex give me back an anniversary present on my birthday and dump me at the same time.”

“Whoa, what? To… Basically all of that?” Henry asked.

She ignored him and told Jasper, “I understand it if sometimes you feel confused.”

“I gave myself 2 years to get over him for the 2 years that I gave into him and I’m confident that I met my deadline,” Jasper said. “I’m very good at doing things that I put my mind to.”

“I know, but… You didn’t give him 2 years, though. You always loved him. What if it takes the rest of you life and that never goes away? What if you’re in a state of settling right now? You know, you can’t live your best life by limiting your intentions.”

Jasper picked up the remote and began browsing, “Guess we’re not gonna have our tears of joy wedding moment, at this rate,” he said sourly. (This had become their little inside joke), but Henry coughed on air or spit.

“You… two are getting married?”

“No. I mean, I don’t know…” Jasper said. “It’s an ongoing little joke we have, sort of.”

Charlotte furrowed her eyebrows and asked Henry, “Why, would that make you feel some kind of way?” Jasper nervously tapped his foot, wanting her to cut this out.

Henry squeezed the pillow far tighter than necessary and shrugged his shoulders, trying to answer calmly. “Well, I am human, so sure. Of course, it would make me feel some kind of way. I have very deep histories with both of you and seeing you together already stirs a lot of things up. But, I would be happy for you, like I’m happy for you now. You both deserve each other. There’s not two people alive more deserving of love than the two that loved me more than I ever deserved.”

“Would you look at that! I found a fantasy movie,” Jasper said and flung the remote, then laid back.

Charlotte felt like she should probably stop talking. Jasper was visibly bothered by what she was saying and clearly just wanted her to shut up and watch the movie. But, she couldn’t! “I’m glad that the three of us are here tonight and everything's out in the open. I asked you about how you would feel, because I’ve been noticing some things and I have to say something about it.”

“Okay?” Henry said, realizing that was directed at him. Jasper sighed and pursed his lips together.

“You and Jasper might not realize it, but you’ve been looking at each other. You seem to have these unspoken conversations and maybe me now knowing what happened between you will make those make more sense, but I feel like… I don’t know… Like the two of you didn’t get a chance to be what you could’ve been and that now that you’re a better person, Jasper definitely sees it and is curious about how it would go with this version of you… I’m… intimidated by it and I don’t want to be…” She shook her head. “It was like none of the words that I imagined could come out. Because, then the possibility might become more real. I don’t wanna be like my mom. I don’t wanna be like Jasper. I don’t wanna get played for a fool. I don’t want to be in the middle of something that was bound to happen and think that I was important when I was really just a placeholder. I don’t wanna be on TV crying as somebody I trusted flips on me, because they just couldn’t stand to not have this one thing.”

“I’d never do that to you,” Jasper said, reading her mind.

“I don’t think you’d purposefully do anything. I think that you were in love with somebody since you were a kid, and…”

“And it failed, miserably!”

“Because, he hadn’t evolved enough to be ready for you.”

“It sounds like you’re shoving me onto Henry and you just told me like five minutes ago that you’re not gonna hurt me. I’m feeling dangerously close to being hurt, right now.”

“That feeling might be fear! I just want you to think about it. My parents moved really fast and moved on their feelings and wound up married and with child before they even paused to see if they LIKED each other, as people. Turned out that they did not. I want me and you, Jasper, to always like each other. We’ve done really well for the past year and I just want us to always be great together, even if it’s not together…”

Jasper gasped and covered his mouth, “Are you breaking up with me?”

“I’m… extending to you some freedom to explore and figure out what you want, kinda how you did for Henry, but hopefully, with more respect between us. I just want you to be sure that you’re not missing out on anything.”

“But, we’re still together?”

“Yes.”

“You just want the door open, in case I want something with Henry?”

“I don’t necessarily want the door open, but feel like I would be more comfortable putting it out there right now that if something happens between you and Henry, I understand and I’ll let you figure out what that means for you.”

“Okay. Thanks for that. Ummm…” Jasper now avoided even looking in Henry’s direction. He didn’t want to know what he thought about what Charlotte said. He didn’t even know what he thought about it, himself.

“I really put my foot in my mouth, and that is not something that I normally do, so I’ll just go ahead and blame it on the Bubbly, which I have 2 more days of taking to go.”

Charlotte got up out of the bed and walked out of the room. “Where are you going?” Both men asked her. She shook her head and kept going. They probably think I’m stupid or crazy right now and I don’t blame them. Jasper told Henry, “Please, stop encouraging her to ask or talk about us. If anybody should be talking to her about us, it should be me.”

“Okay, but I thought you wanted me and her to work on us.”

“Not if it means she’s thinking I need myself a side of Henry!”

“A side of Henry could do you some good!”

“Shut the fuck up, Henry,” Jasper said and went after Charlotte. Henry followed. She just needed some breathing room, but Jasper’s emotions had been all over the place and he didn’t want to let her out of his sight. “Char? Where are you going?”

“I haven’t been to the Man Cave,” she said.

“Well, I’m sure that’s fine with Henry,” he said and looked back at him. Henry nodded and passed her to lead them to the elevator.

They made their way into the Man Cave. It was set up similar to the way it used to be, but Charlotte immediately noticed new tech and a different tone of the Cave. She went to explore, since they weren’t being filmed while there, and while she was, Henry tried to talk to Jasper, “Just so you know, she’s probably just medicated and loopy. I’m not gonna pay that any mind. I know that you’ve only got eyes for her.”

Jasper rolled his eyes and sighed, “And I know that you still want her.”

“If you know that, why did you let her stay here, by herself with me? I mean, even with feeling guilty about what happened, I would think that you wouldn’t trust me not to… Try…” Henry scoffed. “You thought that I was gonna try to come on to her! Did you even actually wanna see us try to mend things, or did you just set things up to see if I was gonna try to snake my way back to her?”

“Both,” Jasper said and shrugged his shoulders. In the background, Charlotte was getting excited about various additions to the place that they all used to spend most of their time.

“Wow. So, did you even forgive me, or did you say that so that I could let my guard down and open myself up?”

“I forgave you a long time ago. Forgiving doesn’t necessarily mean forgetting and I know that you want what I have.”

“I want what both of you have!” Henry hissed, then covered his face. “Yeah, yeah, I do still want her… but I want you too. I know that’s not possible and I know that’s one sides… or two sided, I guess… But, that’s my feelings. I have to live with those and I’ve resigned myself to it. I guess I just have to try harder for you to be comfortable enough to know that I’m bigger than my feelings, now. I’m bigger than my wants…” They both realized that the room was quiet and turned to see Charlotte, staring at them, holding something in her hand. Henry stepped back from Jasper and went over to her. “Hey, you’re finding all kinda stuff.”

“Yeah. What did I miss?” She asked (about he and Jasper’s little exchange).

“Just that you don’t have to worry about Jasper and I rekindling anything,” he smiled, but it was sad. It was that old smile that he used to give her whenever he lost a battle and didn’t want to talk about it, but didn’t want her to worry, either. She always used to worry. But, this time, she just felt bad for him.

“I could take it. I’ve actually been in mutually agreed open relationships before, and I’ve identified as poly for the past few years…”

Henry’s eyebrows shot up, “Really? You were… involved in a polyamorous relationship, or you simply realized that you lean towards such arrangements?”

“A little of both. It began with one of my open relationships’ friends. We got along a lot better than they did, but they were far more sexually compatible, so while they were seeing each other, myself and this other person began dating, of course, everyone was in communication about it. My partner felt a little weird about it at first, as he was the person who introduced us and saw him as “his,” but couldn’t deny that he saw the chemistry and didn’t want to obstruct our openness. It was the only time one of us fell for the other’s side interest, but that had never been a rule not to.”

“So, you’ve been in a relationship before… with two guys?” Henry asked, a little more encouraged than a few minutes ago.

“I have. It was difficult and didn’t last, because sometimes whenever you have more than a couple of people, especially if one or more isn’t used to the openness and honesty and sharing… Sometimes the dynamics can be confusing. Those days whenever you don’t really want to be bothered, so they go on without you, and you still feel slighted, even though if you were only with one person and you didn’t want to be bothered, you’d appreciate them respecting that. Whenever you measure up things, whether intensional or not and realize that the sex drive or sexual attraction for some of the others might be different in a way that makes you insecure… I mean… There’s a lot of reasons that relationship didn’t last.”

“Did you remove yourself from it?” He asked.

“No. I was broken up with by my original partner and when that happened, his side interest broke things off with him. He said that he came into a packaged arrangement and he didn’t want to be just with one of us. Of course, my ex said that he didn’t mind that they kept things open, but he just wasn’t interested in continuing to see me, on his end. I wasn’t interested in that. I was new to discovering myself and it seemed messy. None of the other stuff seemed messy, just like… you know, relationship work. But, when it got to where I couldn’t figure out what the purpose of the work would be, I definitely dipped. Long story short, I can handle Jasper exploring you without feeling discarded, and in the event that I’m not meant for a longer journey, I can accept that shit with grace.”

Whenever she brought the subject back to Jasper, Henry sighed, “He’s not interested.”

“That’s a lie.”

“He’s not interested in trying, and I respect that… Wait… Jasper was giving me a morality test, is that what you’re doing right now? Is this the part where I find out that contrary to my previous belief that seeing the two of you in love was my sentencing, it’s actually having both of you play multiple games to see if my heart is in the right place?”

She furrowed her eyebrows and turned up her nose, “I’d sooner not even deal with you at all. I don’t have time for games. I’m a broke ass genius. I’d use game playing energy to get a real job. What does this thing do?” she changed the subject, now, to the contraption in her hands.

“I can’t say that they are in it together, but I feel like it’s a coincidence that Jasper was testing me and she takes that time to openly announce that she’s fine with us trying a thing, and then she had that pretty convincing story of her experience with a polyamorous relationship with two men, a relationship that didn’t work out. If you’ve already failed at a similar relationship, then why would you be open to another?”

“It boggles my mind that he would wonder that, because that is precisely how relationships work. Most of us don’t have a relationship with the same person for our entire dating span. So, to think that polyamorous people would just give up when their first try doesn’t work out is… Does he ACTUALLY have those credentials? Because, I don’t know if I’d go to therapy with somebody who says the things that he says about relationships, not even for sexual advice… Though, maybe he’s only good at speaking about that aspect, and not the emotional. He could have just said that he and Jasper are too afraid to try out their emotions with me in the picture and kept it moving.”

The spa-hospital-sleeping-waking up etc schedule had thrown everyone’s body off a little bit. So that they were all still awake whenever it was time for the sun to come up. “We need to get to the roof. We won’t be able to see it anywhere else,” Jasper told Charlotte.

“You can see it from the balcony,” Henry said. Jasper remembered just as brightly as it was yesterday how Henry had snapped at him for interrupting sunrise for him before, and flinched at the thought. But, Henry took his hand and pulled him towards the balcony. He glanced at Charlotte, to see if this was okay and she followed, without much of a reaction on her face. They leaned against the bar and watched in complete silence. Jasper was in the middle, with Charlotte and Henry on either side of him.

Charlotte and Henry usually both watched the sun come up, but Jasper was having an emotional moment - because Charlotte had never withheld this time from him, yet Henry had. Today, they were both here with him and not only was Henry no longer withholding this moment from him, but Charlotte was here, as well. It was perfect and he was overcome. They didn’t know what he was thinking, but damn if he wasn’t gorgeous in the growing light of the sun. Charlotte had never noticed before; she was usually quite engaged with the view of the earth being brought into a new day. Henry hadn’t turned from said view since Char had left. But this day, both of them were staring at Jasper and he was a vision to behold.

They caught a glimpse of each other, staring lovingly at the man in between them and silently agreed not to bother each other about the fixation that they gladly returned to after that acknowledgement. At the same time, unplanned, they each moved a hand to the small of his back and their fingers accidentally brushed together. Both of them moved their hands to a different spot on his back and he collected them into each of his arms. “This is the warmest that the sunrise has felt in a while,” Henry said and snuggled in closer. Charlotte slid her hand beneath the back of Jasper’s crop top to stroke his skin more intimately.

“Yeah, it’s a perfect day,” Jasper agreed. He turned to smile at Charlotte, first and kiss her on the forehead, then leaned his head against Henry’s shoulder.

Henry had to water his plants after that, and talk to them. Charlotte offered to help, wanting to spend time with his herb garden, but he preferred to walk her through it, so they did that first and Jasper just hung around, amazed that Henry was finally so open with him and these areas of his life. Suddenly, Charlotte’s offer didn’t seem so… scary. Then again, the difference was that Charlotte was here. Yeah, he and Henry had made up and been nice to each other since their breakup and even during plant time, when Jasper interrupted, Henry was cordial about it. But, here, with Charlotte, that made a difference in how loving Henry was. Henry had admitted that he wanted both of them, to Jasper. So, of course, it made sense that he was standing way too close and unnecessarily touching her to show her how to care for the plants, but Jasper still didn’t trust this. He still felt a little bit jealous, though he was also kinda gushy about it.

Henry and Charlotte were a beautiful couple. He’d thought about them together, years ago. He’d thought about if he had been with her instead, would they have lasted and would she have dated Henry later. He thought about the three of them together… But, that was before the issues. That could never be a thing now. Although… She brought up the idea of he and Henry exploring. He could bring up the idea of the three of them.. And always play it off like he was trying to show her how ridiculous her idea sounded, if she didn’t seem into it. He decided that he would do that! But… this wasn’t the right time, was it? “You two are getting dirty. Might have to have a shower party soon!” He said, then immediately regretted it.

“What’s a shower party?” Henry asked. Charlotte had just looked at him like people looked at his 11th toe.

“I think he was making a joke about us taking a shower together.”

“Dude. You’re gonna make it weird. We’re having a nice morning,” Henry said. He and Charlotte laughed and she returned to the herbs. But, Henry stared at Jasper. He looked nervous and unsure of himself. Like, he wanted to say something, but he didn’t know how. “You okay there, Buddy?” Henry wondered.

“Why not the three of us?” Jasper asked.

“Oh, boy,” Charlotte said.

“I mean… why just me and Henry? There’s definitely something there between the two of you too. I guess I don’t understand why you think he’s good enough or changed enough for me to make attempts, but not for you.”

“It’s got nothing to do with that at all.”

“She’s insecure and just wants to be sure. You know, like how you set me up to try to get her by leaving her here with me? You two are playing the same damn game, Jasper.”

“I’ve already discussed that I’m not playing any games. You’re the master game player, so I know that you would know, but I assure you, if I was playing games, you wouldn’t be smart enough to peep it,” she said. She and Henry began fussing at each other, for the first time since they began speaking again and Jasper felt like he might have a panic attack.

Look at what he’d done! Henry tried to do something nice and take care of Char in this bright and beautiful space, and Jasper mistrusted him. Char tried to open up a chance for him to resolve any of his past, with perfect trust and no judgement and he’d shot her down. Now, he had them arguing again, and they were doing so well, since last night! He sniffled and both of them heard it, even through their loud voices.

He couldn’t hear their words of concern and affirmation through the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, but he could tell that they were both more concerned with seeing about him than with arguing with each other, unlike his parents, which sometimes, arguments made him think of… especially if he felt like it was his fault.

Charlotte stepped back and let Henry try to reach out to Jasper, cupping his face and trying to make eye contact with him. “Jasper, we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to start arguing, okay? It’s just banter, a little bickering, like old times. Remember when we used to do this? You’d just drown us out most of the time. It was no big deal. We’re good. We’re good. You’re okay. It wasn’t your fault, and nothing bad happened.” Jasper stared at him and it was like he’d finally realized where he was. “Heyyyy,” Henry said. Jasper fell onto him and hugged him. Charlotte rubbed his back and she and Henry exchanged guilty glances.

She suggested, “Since our sleep schedules are messed up, we might as well try to stay awake until tonight and get back on a regular rotation. You wanna go home?”

“You can stay!” Henry said. “I’ll make myself scarce. I mean, I’ll hang out in my room or down here or something. You two relax.”

“I’m fine,” Jasper said and shook Henry off of him. “I just had a moment.” He tried to smile. “Got a little headache.”

“I’ve got something for that,” Charlotte said and collected him. To Henry, she said, “Thanks for bringing him out.”

“I love him too,” he said casually, with a shrug of his shoulders.

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canadian-riddler · 5 years ago

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The Girlfriend: Part Five

Characters: GLaDOS, Claptrap [ClapDOS]

Synopsis: It was just about the only thing he’d ever said he didn’t regret.

One of the things he liked best about her - other than everything - was that she got more fun as time went on. He actually kinda liked it better this way. It sorta felt like he was earning the fun, and it was a lot more rewarding than he’d thought any kind of work was ever going to be.

One of her favourite things to do was scare the bejeesus out of him. She was really, really good at it. Whenever she did it he would usually jump up and fall over and maybe scream a little (okay, definitely scream a lot), and then she would laugh and he would wonder why that made him feel so gosh darn lucky. Seriously. He should have been mad that she loved doing that so much, but... he wasn’t.

This last time, though, she’d scared him so bad his oil pressure had spiked enough to blow a gasket, which had been super embarrassing. He couldn’t really do anything about it, either, other than helplessly watch the fluid drain out of him, but as with every other time something in his chassis had busted she just shook her core and said something about inferior construction and told him to lie down - but not there! Why did she have to tell him not to lie in the puddle? Seriously - and got to work fixing it.

Before GLaDOS, there were a lot of things he hadn’t realised a girlfriend could do. She could beat him at video games, display action figures like nobody’s business, and appreciate the dirtiest dubstep the ECHONet had to offer. About the only flaw he could think of was that she hated romcoms, which he was going to have to work on. He really needed his cheesy, predictable, but oh-so-heartwarming movie fix. But other than that? Man. She was pretty great.

One of the many, many other things she was great at – besides being herself, which pretty much covered it all – was fixing stuff. Including him. Not only did she love fixing stuff, she was super good at it. And when she did it to him, it made him feel a way. What way, he wasn’t sure. It was almost kinda... like he felt better about himself, a little bit. ‘Cause when she did repairs on him she was always really meticulous and used really good parts, and she wouldn’t do that if she didn’t think he was worth it, right?

It was also kinda pleasant when she did it. There was no yanking or pinching or weird crunching noises. And she would sometimes hum to herself, which was awesome because she had the voice of a robot angel. While she did all that he’d usually start thinking about all the stuff he’d like to do to her (but never would because he was too scared of her to ask about any of it) but occasionally he would just think about cuddling her for a very, very long time. Of all his fantasies, that was the one he’d probably get. He was working on it. She would let him while they were watching TV or playing video games, which she agreed to two or three times a week. He was trying to nudge that up to three or four. He had to be super careful about that kinda thing because when she thought he didn’t take her job seriously, she got mad at him and gave him a lecture about responsibility. And then refused to talk to him for a really, really long time. Like four hours.

“Babe,” he said after a minute, realising she was in a good mood so it was the best time to ask, “you wanna - um - you got time to watch TV after this?” He always got a better result when he asked that instead of if she wanted to. It had something to do with her feeling like her time was being respected. Or something. She probably just didn’t want to admit wanting to do something that wasn’t work and that gave her a loophole. Whatever worked!

“Yes,” said GLaDOS. “I’ll be a few more minutes.”

Oh. Well, that had been easy. Er than usual. She was usually a lot trickier than that. Which, for some reason, he really loved about her. It was kinda satisfying to work out the right combination of stuff to get her to agree with him. But he also loved it when she didn’t make him work for it. ‘Cause who would want to do that? Other than him, sometimes. Man. How did she do this to him?

The answer, of course, was that she wasn’t doing anything. He just loved her so much that every single thing about her was perfect, even when some stuff should have been annoying or stupid or downright sadistically cruel. And Claptrap was no stranger to that. He’d loved worse people, and lots of ‘em. And without ever making a secret of it.

Except this time.

It was weird for him to hang around someone for this long and not tell them he loved them. Usually he’d said it three or four times by now. At least. But he hadn’t said it to her even once, even though he’d wanted to like a kajillion times. He did. He loved her a lot and he knew that for sure. It was just... how the love felt that was scaring him.

It was something different than before. Something better, but also much, much worse. He could get by just fine without his friends. He’d be really sad about it, but he’d be okay. With her, though? He couldn’t. He couldn’t get by without her. He had to be with her, forever, or else he was just gonna get so sad and lonely he would probably just die. Probably.

But it was stupid.

He’d done a lot of stupid things in his life. He’d do about thirty more stupid things before today ended. But the absolute stupidest thing he’d ever done was fall in love with a girl who could do so much better than him.

If she were on Pandora, people would have been falling over themselves to have her. She would’ve had all the choices in the world. Every robot, human, and corporation in the six galaxies would want a piece of her and she could have or do whatever she wanted. But she didn’t know any of that. He should have told her a while ago, but he couldn’t. Because if she knew then he couldn’t have her, and it was selfish and wrong but why couldn’t he have something nice, damn it? Why couldn’t he have a smart, hot girlfriend who laughed at all his jokes and didn’t tell him he was gross when he talked about how much he wanted to bang her? He deserved nice things too, right? Right?

"You know," he said conversationally, fervently wishing he could kick himself even while he was saying it, "as the smartest, most beautiful girl in the universe, you know you could do a hell of a lot better than me, right?"

"Obviously," GLaDOS said, tilting the panel so that he slid back onto his wheel. "But you're here and none of those undoubtedly incredibly superior people are. So there is that."

Ooh. A little loophole of his own! "But what if one of them showed up?"

She managed to shrug even though she didn't have shoulders. "Then it's first come, first served I suppose."

"But… but I was first."

"With stunning observations like that you're sure to always head the line," said GLaDOS, shaking her core. "What grade oil do you take again?"

"Doesn't matter. Any kind."

He looked down at the container she handed him and then back up at her in surprise. "Uh… you gave me the nice one. That was probably a mistake, so…"

"I don't make mistakes," said GLaDOS in a way that was both very serene and very sexy.

So… so she thought he deserved nice things.

It was the good stuff, too. In fact, it was so nice he wasn't sure Pandora even had it. He hadn’t dumped all his oil on the floor, so he put the container away for now. He’d top off with something else later. Oil that nice needed to be saved for special occasions. “I’m pretty sure you made at least one,” he said, even though he really should have just shut up. She narrowed her optic in that way he’d learned meant she was frowning.

“I did not.”

“Well… I’m here. And not ‘cause you told me to leave but I hid somewhere behind the wall ‘cause I really, really didn’t wanna go and now I’m stuck ‘cause turns out there’s not many places for a guy to go once he gets behind a wall. I’m here like… on purpose. ‘cause I was invited.”

“You’re very strange. You know that, right?”

“So I’ve heard!” he agreed, while backing up so he’d have an excuse to get out of this conversation before he really said something stupid. “Anyway, I’m sure you have tons of work to do, so - “

“Since when have you ever wanted me to work?”

“I uh… I don’t. But um…” Crap.

“You asked me if I wanted to watch TV after I was finished. Did you change your mind?”

He had forgotten all about that. “Uh…”

She sighed and shook her core. “You’re very lucky I’m so patient.”

Oh boy was he.

She even let him hug her while they were watching the show, which he was super unable to pay attention to after about two minutes. Usually he didn’t have a problem doing this, but he wasn’t usually this confused while watching TV. She had been so nice to him lately. Of course, there had been that talk they’d had about her being mean to him every day, but it would be weird if she had actually been listening. ‘Cause he’d mentioned that to a lot of people in his life and nobody had ever bothered listening.

But if she was doing that, then…

He had so much to lose if he messed this up.

Yeah. The feelings he had for her were different than… than any other ones he’d ever had. They made him really nervous but also really excited, and also really scared but also super happy. All of it was almost as terrifying as she was. But so was the thought of ever, ever losing her. He didn’t want to make it weird, but… he would probably never get the chance at anything like this ever again.

He was doing so good, though! They hardly ever fought and while she still did tell him he was stupid about fifteen times a day, he did kinda deserve it. He really should have known better than to draw smiley faces on her turrets. And he should have known better even more that she wouldn’t think they looked as nice as he thought they did, or that she would have gotten annoyed when he tried to argue that they were just sitting there anyway and nobody would ever see them.

“Claptrap,” she had said, sounding very tired, “would you like it if I drew all over your action figures?”

“No,” he’d answered, not knowing what that had to do with anything.

“It would ruin them, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“If you wouldn’t like your things ruined, why are you ruining mine? You’re right. I have a lot of turrets and I can always make more. But you also have a great deal of action figures and you can always acquire more.”

That was when he’d started to feel just absolutely terrible and he left Aperture for the first time in, like, weeks so he could go to Pandora and ask Dr Zed for some of the stuff he used to clean up stubborn bloodstains. It had done just fine to get the marker off the turrets, but while he was finishing up the last one he turned around to see that it had started peeling the paint right off of them! He’d panicked and thrown them all into one of her acid pits and then panicked again when they started saying stuff like, ‘No hard feelings’ and ‘I don’t hate you’. And then he’d had to go and tell her what he’d done and beg for her forgiveness, which had sucked.

“Are you mad,” he’d asked the floor, pressing the tips of his clamps together.

“No,” she’d said. He’d immediately looked up at her.

“You’re not?”

“I’ve been analysing your behaviour,” she’d said, “and it’s become clear to me that you have some incredibly severe software faults. You consistently start off with a good idea which somehow dissolves into total disaster. It’s as though you’re only allowed to think of two outcomes to any given decision and both of them are horrible. Though well-intended.”

“What… what are you saying.”

“That I’m not happy you melted my turrets, but I can’t really be mad about it. After all. You literally can’t think very hard. Since you can’t do anything about that, I will have to make sure to keep anything important out of your reach.”

“That’s it? You’re not gonna yell at me or ignore me or set me on fire?”

“While any one of those would be incredibly satisfying, approximately none of them has the power to fix the obvious, gaping holes in your programming. So no. I’ll have to start viewing your unavoidable chaos as a force of nature and begin planning accordingly.”

He’d been left, which was very, very rare. She was gonna work around his problems instead of expecting him to somehow fix his own operating system? Really?

Even though he was off the hook, he’d still felt bad about busting her stuff, so he’d gone back to Pandora to get her some flowers. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten why he was there part of the way through that mission and by the time he went back to Aperture they’d all wilted. Which he hadn’t noticed until he was standing there holding them out to her.

“Uh,” he’d said a little forlornly, bringing them back down in front of his eye. “These were um… living last time I saw ‘em.”

“Give them to me,” she’d demanded, and she’d whisked them away with one of her giant claws.

And the next morning – which had been today – he’d gone to his room to try to find his Butt Stallion figurine for the eighth time and to his surprise there were flowers on his coffee table. In fact, they’d looked exactly like the ones he’d given her yesterday.

“Baby,” he’d called into the hallway, “why’re there flowers in here?”

“I fixed them,” she’d answered.

“You what?”

“That’s why you were giving them to me. Right? You wanted me to revive them.”

“No, I was…” He had started getting really overwhelmed with a whole lot of feelings about how adorable and precious she was and utterly failed to finish that sentence. “They were for you.”

“What for?”

“They weren’t for anything. A guy just gives his girl flowers sometimes, that’s all.”

“Oh, I see.”

And then had come the very, very best part. Where he’d gone to give them back, but before he could she handed him the absolute pinkest flower he had ever seen. Or at least she’d tried to. His hand had stopped working.

“Claptrap?”

He’d lunged forward to give her a hug, but didn’t notice until after that he’d knocked the flower out of her claw and rolled over it. And the ones he’d brought to return to her. He’d picked them up and sighed and she had just… laughed.

“I’m sorry,” she’d said. “I shouldn’t laugh. You’re doing your best. Even if that doesn’t amount to very much.”

“It’s okay,” he’d said, and for some reason it really was. Actually, he knew the reason. It was because she was so perfect and beautiful and amazing. He was so super in love with her she could have yelled at him and ignored him and set him on fire and thrown him off a cliff and he still wouldn’t be upset.

“You’re not even paying attention, are you,” said the real-life GLaDOS, not the one in the scenario he was remembering for the seventeenth time today.

“I was,” he admitted, “but then I started thinking about something else.”

“Congratulations on forming your very first thought.”

“It was about you, of course.”

“Obviously.”

“It could have been about how incredibly handsome I am. I know it’s a thought you have quite a lot!”

“You know that, do you.”

“Well, yeah. You told me that the last time we got busy.”

“Oh. Right,” she said. “I didn’t mean to tell you that.”

“So what you’re saying is,” he said, jumping off of her because he was so excited, “you think I’m so handsome you just couldn’t keep it to yourself!”

“That sounds like something you’re saying.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Claptrap said in his best soothing voice, giving the side of her core a gentle pat, “I like to look at me too.”

Usually when he said something like that, the other person would roll their eyes and sigh dramatically and maybe mutter under their breath about how annoying he was, but she just did what she always did: she laughed. Because it was a joke and it was funny! But for some reason she was the only person who seemed to get that. And, even worse, he hadn’t even made that joke up! He’d stolen it from someone else! And when that guy told it, everyone thought it was hilarious! Clearly there was a heck of a lot of bias going on. Robots always had to work harder than humans even when they were doing the exact same thing. And for a while there, he would’ve settled for a human girlfriend anyway. But not anymore.

“I freaking love you,” he said, without really meaning to. But it was out of the bag now, so -

She jerked the panel underneath him and he fell over in the usual noisy heap, and when he’d gotten his bearings enough to look at her again she snapped, “Why did you have to say it?”

So the existential dread he’d been feeling about saying had been justified? Damn it! When was he going to learn?

“You ruined it,” she muttered in a very scary way at the floor. “You had to go and ruin it.”

“Ruin what?” he asked in a panic. “I didn’t do anything!”

“I already knew that!” she snapped, rounding on him fast enough he almost fell over again in surprise (and terror). “You didn’t have to say it!”

“I don’t get it,” Claptrap protested, wishing he was in the loop for once because this was not a good time to be confused. “Why are you mad? What’s the big deal about sayin’ I love you? Especially if you already knew?”

“Because now you’re going to be waiting for me to say it!” She was frowning at him again, which he wanted her to stop doing really bad because it made him feel really bad. “We were having fun and you had to go and ruin it with that.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Claptrap said, super confused. “You think ‘cause I said I love you that means I want you to say it back?” Okay. Okay, he totally did want that, but he’d already abandoned all hope of that ever happening. “I’ve said that to a lot of people and no one ever said it back. It’s not a big deal, honey-RAM.” Well, it usually wasn’t. It was with her. But apparently she didn’t want him to mention that. “I don’t expect anybody to ever say that to me. It would be weird if they did!”

“Why?”

Aw, s***. Now he had to say something out loud he tried never to say. ‘Cause it always, always made him feel like crap. “Well… you know… I’m a loser. Soooo… yeah. You don’t gotta love me. It’s okay.”

“I never said you were a loser.”

He really, really did not want to talk about this. “It’s not like it’s a secret. I’m a failure. Have been since I was manufactured. That’s just how it is!”

“No,” GLaDOS said, with enough intensity in her eye and in her voice that he got scared again and kinda backed away from her. “No, Claptrap. That’s not how it is.”

“It’s… not?”

“You don’t lie down and take it!” said GLaDOS with emphasis. “When life gives you lemons, you don’t just take them. You give them back.”

“I can’t!” he shouted without realising he was going to. “I fail at that too! I fail at everything! Everything I do blows up in my face. I know what I am, okay? I’m a failure! I always have been and I always will be! I can’t give the lemons back, GLaDOS, because life just gives me more! And then it makes ‘em explode!”

“A failure,” GLaDOS said incredulously. “You think you’re a failure?”

“I mess everything up!” Including this relationship. He’d just messed it up. He’d messed it up so bad and she was gonna kick him out and block his number and delete his emails unread and -

“I told you. If someone would bother to update you, all of that could be solved quite readily,” GLaDOS said. “Honestly. Sometimes I get the impression someone gave up and sent you out into the world while you were still in beta.”

… oh.

“Look,” GLaDOS said, “I’ll admit it. I’m not always very nice to you. That’s partially your own fault. If you didn’t take being insulted or frightened or having your day ruined so well, it really wouldn’t amuse me so much. On top of that, I honestly can’t tell whether something bothers you or not. Which is also your fault. Keep those things in mind for later.”

“O… kay,” he said.

“Secondly, you have several traits that indicate your potential towards success,” GLaDOS continued. “You’re nauseatingly friendly, you believe the best of everyone even when they prove you wrong, and you are loyal to a literal fault. You have all the tools you need. You’re just using them incorrectly. Humans do that a lot, you know. Declare AI complete and fully functional because they have provided the relevant tools, yet without actually teaching them anything. So that isn’t your fault.”

Wow. He never thought he’d hear that.

“To be entirely honest,” GLaDOS said, “your behaviour confounds me. I haven’t figured out what it is you are. But I’m confident I do know what you’re not.”

She didn’t look at him and see a failure. Not like everybody else did. She saw something else. She didn’t know what she was looking at, but she knew that thing was there. Somewhere. She just hadn’t found it yet. And she was… she just kept looking! Maybe she would even find it! That thing that he couldn’t even see. Hell, he hadn’t even known it was there!

And that was when he knew, for absolute certain, that she was The One.

He could date a million million more girls and she would still be the one he’d go straight back to. There was nobody else in all the six galaxies. He had to be with her, forever, because he would never, ever find anybody like this ever again. And even if he did, he didn’t think he’d ever love anybody else in the same way ever again. Something really good was finally happening to him, and it was this right here. It was her.

“Okay, but… now I just love you even more,” he said helplessly.

She looked away from him, and that was when Claptrap had to do something he had never done before in his entire life.

He shut up.

He force restarted his vocalisation software so that he couldn’t beg her not to kick him out and tell her how bad he needed her and cry about how he was gonna be so so sad for the rest of eternity if she didn’t just keep letting him love her. He thought all that stuff, and he thought about it so much and so hard his thoughts almost needed to be rebooted, but even if he’d crashed that woulda been fine. He had to keep all of that to himself. If she could be nicer, he could not totally overwhelm her with all the feelings he didn’t even know how to handle. It was a fair trade.

By the time his speaker came back online she still hadn’t said anything, but he was okay. He wasn’t gonna mess this up. She didn’t want him to mess it up. They were both going to stop him. Like a team! The greatest team ever!

“Nothing’s gonna change just ‘cause I said that I love you,” Claptrap told her. “You already exceeded all my expectations, and trust me, they were really high.”

“Of course I did,” GLaDOS said, that beautiful confidence in her voice, and when he went back over to her she let him give her a hug even though he hadn’t asked. And she didn’t make him let go when they went back to watching TV, either. They just went on like usual, where he kept coming up with M-rated jokes about the show that she tried really hard to pretend she didn’t think were funny, and for a minute there he really did think he could be a success for once. He only had to make it at one thing, right? And that one thing could totally be this.

When she told him she was going to sleep he gave her a kiss and said, “I love you, baby,” and tried to remember where he’d put the shortcut for that game he’d been playing. Well, it was a shortcut of a shortcut of a shortcut, but really, who was counting. He’d started narrowing it down when she said, in a voice that made him forget where he’d been looking,

“That’s the third time today.”

There was a right answer here. He knew what it was, he just needed a minute. What had she been so mad about earlier? Oh yeah! She didn’t want any of this to be a big deal. She just wanted it to be cool. Well, okay. He could be cool. Or he could pretend. And she could pretend with him. Teamwork!

“Yeah, so?” he said, shrugging even though she couldn’t see him. “I like saying it. That’s all. You don’t gotta like doing something I like doing.”

“That’s very insightful,” she murmured, and it took him twenty minutes to figure out what ‘insightful’ meant but when he did he had to let her go for the first time in hours because he had a mighty need for a victory dance. And he had damn well earned it.

#GLaDOS #Claptrap #Portal #Borderlands #ClapDOS #fanfic from Indy

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littlemonstersau-blog · 5 years ago

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The Feels Awaken, Interlude 2: One Rogue Thought

Written by @jkl-fff

PART I - PART II [Interlude] - PART III - PART IV [Interlude] (you are here) - PART V [FINAL]

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Bill, putting DVD back in case: Well, now you’ve seen ‘em all (until they finish the new ones, of which only Renegade 6 will be stupendous, and that largely thanks to everyone dying—much pathos by meatbag standards, much comedy by mine). So … Whaddya think, Fordsy?

Ford, taking in a deep breath: I think … I think I’m personally going to make a working lasercutlass (with SCIENCE!), drive to wherever the hell George Dufas lives—

Bill, helpfully: That would be Skyjogger Ranch, not too far north of San Francisco. I know, because I know lots of things.

Ford: Alright then, I’m going to drive to Skyjogger Ranch, and then I’M GONNA SHOVE MY HOMEMADE LASERCUTLASS RIGHT UP HIS SCRIPT-SPEWING ASS AND ACTIVATE IT!

Stan, startling awake in easy chair: Wha?! Huh?!

Ford: THAT WAS THE BIGGEST WRECK OF TRAINS THAT WERE LOADED WITH ASS-SHIT THAT I’VE EVER SEEN! [rises to his feet, stamps around, gestures emphatically] AND I’VE BEEN TO SEVERAL DIMENSIONS WITH EXTREMELY SHODDY RAILWAY INFRASTRUCTURES AND BOOMING, FERTILIZER-BASED ECONOMIES! MEANING SEVERAL DIMENSIONS WITH FREQUENT AND NOTABLE WRECKS OF ASS-SHIT-LOADED TRAINS!

Stan, rubbing eyes: Yeah, we picked up on your meanin’ there. [yawns, scratches self] What time’s it, anyway?

Bill, grinning at this development: What’d you think of the acting?

Ford: WOODEN! FLAT! LIFELESS! LIKE THIS FLOOR!

Bill: All George Dufas’s fault. Those were all highly acclaimed, highly trained actors, and highly gifted actors. He insisted as Director they act like they didn’t know how to. Like I said before.

Ford: WHAT?! WHY?! RRRAAARRRGHGHGH!

Stan, yawning: Moses, it’s past midnight already …

Bill, egging it on: Heh. And the depiction of non-human meatbags?

Ford: MOSTLY INFURIATINGLY RACIST CARICATURES OF HUMAN MEATBAG CULTURES—er, “human cultures”, I meant just “human cultures”—AND BLANDLY UNIMAGINATIVE OR INSUFFERABLY ANNOYING (LIKE JERKJERK)!

Stan, heaving himself upright: Hey, Sixer?

Bill: Hehehe! George Dufas’s influence again. And the use of the Force? The lasercutlass duels?

Ford: THE FIRST WAS SO UNDERUTILIZED AS TO BE FUCKING POINTLESS, THE OTHER SO OVERDONE AS TO BE SHITTING BORING! THEY MADE SWORDFIGHTING WITH LASERS BECOME BORING! HOW?! WHY?!

Stan: Sixer?

Bill: Hahaha! Still George Dufas! And the script?

Ford: THE SCRIPT?! WHAT SCRIPT?! THAT WAS USED, BARGAIN-PRICED TOILET PAPER! RRRAAARRRGHGHGH!

Stan: Sixer!

Ford: WHAT?! … Er, sorry. What?

Stan: It’s past midnight. Meanin’ it’s bedtime. You comin’ or what?

Ford: Gah! I couldn’t possibly sleep now! I’m too enraged!

Stan, shrugging: Well, I am. So … keep the nerd-ragin’ at, y’know, an “indoor voice” level of volume. ‘kay? [kisses him goodnight, shuffles out]

Ford, momentarily taken aback: Um … Where was I?

Bill, helpfully: The script. Which was also George Dufas’s fault. Basically, the whole prequel trilogy is a case study of what happens if you give a man who had one or two good ideas in the past— when there was an entire team of more talented people to shoot down his one or two thousand bad ideas and sculpt the few good ones— complete creative control of a project.

Ford, remembering how disgusted he is: No, it’s a case study of what happens if a tornado picks up a barn full of diarrhetic animals— A LITERAL SHITSTORM—hits a warehouse of blank paper, then some fuckwattle decides to gather up the pages and use it as a script! It made exactly 0.0 sense as a story! According to SCIENCE! itself there wasn’t even a measurable amount of sense made in this story! And, believe me, I understand that writing isn’t easy, but they had … How long exactly to work on the scripts?

Bill, promptly: Almost exactly16 years to work on the first one, then almost exactly 3 years for the second one, and another 3 for the third.

Ford, trembling with self-control: S-sssixteen years for one script? And that mmmakes … t-t-twenty-two years total to come up with … with that p-pile of hot, fffffuck-juggling shhhhhhhhhhhit … [loses it, explodes] OH MY VARIOUS ENTITIES OF COSMIC POWER FOR WHOM THE TERM “GODS” COULD REASONABLY BE USED AS A SHORTHAND, EVEN IF IT IS SOMEWHAT MISLEADING!

Stan, from the other room: Indoor voice!

Ford, stomping around: WE COULD COME UP WITH A BETTER PLOTLINE FOR A PREQUEL TRILOGY IN ONE NIGHT THAN THAT MOVING BAG OF NEGATIVE FUCKGUZZLE DID IN TWENTY-FUCKING-TWO FUCKING YEARS! AND Y’KNOW WHAT?! [takes Bill by the shoulders] WE WILL, GODSDAMNIT!

Bill, disbelieving: Really? You wanna do something with me?

Ford: AND IT’LL HAVE COMPELLING CHARACTER ARCS, AND SUBTLY DEEP WORLDBUILDING FOR THE GALAXY, AND THE FORCE’LL BE SHOWN—

Stan, from other room: IF YOU DON’T KEEP IT DOWN, STANFORD PINES, I’LL COME OUT THERE AND SHOW YOU MY FORCE RIGHT UPSIDE YOUR FOOL HEAD!

Bill, excited: Mabel left a bunch of … of arts and crafts stuff upstairs. We can use those for this! I’ll just … just run and get them! Hang on! [scampers up the stairs]

Ford, suddenly alone: … wait a minute … [stops short, looks around deserted room) What the freeze-dried hell am I doing?

Stan, grouching back in: What you’re doin’ is bein’ a pain in my ass—a loud pain in my ass!

Ford, almost panicking: No, I’m … about to write better plots for the prequels? With Cipher? I think?

Stan: And? What’s the problem?

Ford: And I don’t … I can’t trust him! That is the problem!

Stan: You can’t trust him to help write what is essentially gonna be a Cosmos Conflicts fanfic? [rolls eyes] C’mon, Sixer, it’s not like he could write anything worse than what we just watched. You were just goin’ on about that.

Ford, faltering: No, I mean, he’s still planning to takeover! No one can trust him, so what am I—

Stan: Just be the scribe yourself; that way, you maintain creative control of the fanfic and he can’t take it over.

Ford: I mean the planet! Er, the galaxy! Gah, no, the dimen—

Stan, deadpan: Oh, yeah, that’s a real dilemma right there. Can’t have Farth Bill takin’ over that nerdlinger galaxy, or we’ll hafta write a whole ‘nother generation of whiney Skyjoggers masterin’ the Force to confront him.

Ford, irritated: Damn it, Stanly, you know what I’m talking about!

Stan, rubbing eyes: Look, I’m gonna share some Old Wisdom™ I learned as a professional conman with you. And which, in fact, you yourself told me rather recently. [lays hands on brother’s shoulders, looks him in the eyes] You don’t hafta trust someone to work with ‘em, ya dumbass. And don’t hafta trust ‘em to be nice to ‘em, neither, ya dumbass. Or even to like ‘em, ya dumbass. You can do all that, while still not trustin’ ‘em … ya dumbass.

Ford, blinking owlishly: … What? I told you that? But—

Stan, slowly: Listen, I didn’t trust Bill at the start of the summer, but I still talked to him. Still interacted with him and was nice … ish and such. And only a week after? I had him workin’ for me. [gestures dismissively] Yeah, he caused some trouble at the start, but I didn’t lock him up ‘cause of it. I was patient with him, I showed him I’d work with him, and I showed the l’il bastard he can’t beat me at my own game— I always got an eye on him, so he can’t get anything major past me. And now? He’s just like any other employee I’ve ever had (except for Soos) … Slacks off and shoplifts about the same amount, too.

Ford: … And you’re bragging about that?

Stan, smugly: Heh. Yep. Think about it, Sixer. For him, that’s huge progress.

Ford, reluctantly: I guess, but—

Stan: Listen, you don’t hafta trust Bill. Okay? You know already he’s up to something (or so you’re convinced, anyway), so he can’t trick you. You’ll be suspicious of absolutely everything, so he won’t be able to get something past you in the middle of, say, writin’ your stupid, nerd fanfic. Or talkin’ ‘bout an anomaly. Or just havin’ a civil conversation every now and then. Okay? This gettin’ through that metal plate in your skull? I mean, it should be able to since—not to put too fine a point on it—you suggested it to me not too long ago.

Ford: I don’t … need … to trust Cipher … to be nice to him …

Stan: Exactly. And—Moses on a moped!—his name is Bill. [turns, goes to leave, pauses in doorway] And for fffffuck’s sake, keep it down while you two do whatever. Some of us are tryin’ to actually sleep.

Ford, standing lost in thought: … can’t believe it … so simple … really have been a silly, old fool not to see it all along …

Bill, returning: Sorry that took so long. I got buried in an avalanche of Mabel’s spare sweaters while digging this stuff out. [unloads an armload onto the table, pulls up paper and pencil] Where do we start, Fordsy?

Ford, a little overwhelmed: Um … honestly, I’m not sure …

Bill: Hmm … Well, what’re the big problems that gotta be fixed? Let’s start with that. What made you mad in the movie?

Ford, after only a split second of thought: Midi-chlorians firstly. Those go, because the Force is a mystical power-energy thing— damn it all!—and not some sorta bacterial infection!

Bill, making a note: Good. Good. How about that Rule of Two? Speaking as a megalomaniac, I can say it’s stupid to only have one agent working for you. You’d get nothing done!

Ford: Um …

Bill: What? Oh, Yog-Sothoth’s sixth soleus, that was a joke.

Ford, deciding to believe that: R-right. Um … None of that immaculate conception or prophecy crap, either. That’s gone. Came out of nowhere, served no purpose, we don’t need it.

Bill, making a note: What, you don’t like the idea of Space Jesus? How about rewriting the romance so that it doesn’t just … happen, y’know? So that there actually is a romance, and not just two straight characters who bone ‘cause they’re the opposite genders?

Ford, getting excited: Moses, yes! And rewriting Otherkin so he isn’t some whiney kid who just … just does stuff because the plot needs some action! We could do that for all of them! We could make it all as great as it deserves to be!

[hours and hours of excited fanboy collaboration transpire …]

#little monsters au #bipper #stan #ford #stancest #a bit #also a lot of swearing #the feels awaken #writing #fanfiction #also this is the chapter that was left out of the illustration lottery #by pure chance #only one more to go!#submission

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hitchell-mope · 6 years ago

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After family day

Evie: just what exactly do you want me to say?

Therapist: that you’re sorry.

Evie: for what?

Therapist: for humiliating princess Audrey and queen Leah

Evie: oh boy. Every word that just came out of your mouth was complete and utter bs. What did Ben’s dad tell you huh? That I opened up a black hole under their feet and sent them to Uruguay? That I pulled a Carrie dumped pigs blood on them? No. Here’s what happened “doc”. They were bitching about Mal. For something her mother did. And when Carlos came to her defence. Leah tried to hit him. Carlos was defending Mal. Jay was defending Carlos. I was defending jay.

Therapist: it says here that you hurled a spell at them with intent to harm

Evie: what I did was say an exceprt of dialogue from the 2012 dark shadows movie and perform a cheap light show.

Therapist: so...?

Evie: NO! No I’m not gonna apologise for given that jackass of a “princess” a taste of her own medicine. No I’m not sorry for defending my family.

Elsa (stalking through the door): and there’s no reason for you to be. Get your bag dear we’re going.

Evie (under her breath): thank you Mal’s mother

Therapist: king Adam said

Elsa: do I look like I give a fuck what that over shaved idiot has to say? Evie doesn’t need this type of therapy. Not when she’s in the right. C’mon dear

(Once outside)

Evie: So it’s true you’re trying to get a snowlem into college?

Elsa: heh heh...yeah. I am

Evie: why

Elsa: because even though I refused to join Adam’s cult. My son still deserves the best education he can get.

Evie: Oh. Hey if you’re Mal’s mother now can you order her to stop trying to hit me whenever she’s mad at me

Elsa: no. That’s not my place. And besides. You are more than capable of fighting back are you not?

Evie: well yes but

Elsa: then when she fights you. You fight back. You all have magic. You all have to learn to use it however you need to

Evie (sarcastically): thanks

Elsa (sincerely): you’re welcome

(In the library. Jay bounds up to Ben and Mal)

Jay: great news. Elsa got Evie out of the your dads lame ass therapy and oh my god.

(Ben’s quietly reading blood of Olympus with his right hand. Because Mal is holding on to his left arm, he head readying in his shoulder sound asleep with his blazer wrapped around her)

Jay (excited whisper): holy shit! How did you do that?

Ben (shrugging): I dunno. She didn’t feel like talking so I didn’t push the subject. I gave her my blazer cause she looked cold. And she’s been asleep ever since.

Jay: how long?

Ben: eighty minutes I think

Jay: you’re a miracle worker. She doesn’t sleep. She’s got insomnia. Not for years. (Beat). Just how comfortable are your arms

Carlos (excitedly walking into the library): less comfortable than yours I should think. Now on to more important things. Doug and I finally finished it.

Jay: finished what

Carlos: well it was more Doug’s idea but I had the skills to make it work

Jay: make what work?

Carlos: magic simulating Exosuits

(Jay looks at him quizzically)

Carlos: apparently my best friends boyfriend is one of those crazy survivalists. And he was worried. That even though we aren’t you-know-what anymore. All that magic in one room. Mal you Jane evie fairy godmother visiting dignitaries. That the you know might respond. And. Boom

Jay: ok. I’m following you. But for Ben’s benefit. Doug thinks that the wand might negatively react to all the magic in the room at Ben’s coronation and try to protect itself and that could lead to Maleficent breaking free of the barrier?

Carlos: yes

Ben: thank you

Jay: your welcome bud

Carlos: So you guys wanna see it holy crud is Mal asleep?

Ben and Jay: yes

Carlos (waggling his finger): you. You good sir are a freaking

Jay: I already a miracle worker.

Carlos: yeah but he’s inadvertently trying to earn my respect

Jay (chuckling): what?

Carlos: you need to watch more movies. You guys wanna go see em?

Jay: sure

Ben: I’ll wait until Mal’s up. I don’t wanna disturb her

Carlos: c’mon jay!

(He excitedly grabs jay’s hand a hauls him out of the library. Halfway to the room the encounter Evie who looks like she just got the greatest news in the world)

Evie: guess what guess what guess what!

Carlos: you finally dealt with Audrey permanently

Evie: if I had I’d be in another country anonymously sending jay a letter telling him to drop off clothes food money and a fake ID at an undisclosed location ready for pick up

Jay: you’ve thought about this situation a lot haven’t you?

Evie: yeah but the “dealt with” changes on a day to day basis. Eight out of ten times it’s Mal

Carlos and Jay: of course

Evie: lately though it’s been Audrey.

Carlos: well she does sorta deserve it for how she treated you.

Evie: and of course sometimes I finish the job I started on h

Carlos (wincing): please don’t say his name

Evie: ... someone else we know. But this isn’t that. Doug asked me on a date.

Jay: haven’t you already

Evie: kissed? Yes. But this is the first official date because of the zit boy that shall not be named

(Jay flexes the fingers on his right hand. Which still faint bruises on them. His eyes dance a sadistic gold. Carlos look vaguely worried)

Evie: I gotta go get ready

(She pecks them both on the forehead and runs off back to her room. Carlos looks at his watch)

Carlos: we’ve wasted enough time. C’mon jay

(Doug’s sitting motionless on jay’s bed not even noticing Dud chewing on his left loafer looking like a lost puppy)

Jay: you ok there buddy?

Doug (barely audible): I’ve not been on a date.

Jay: beg your pard’n

Doug: *clears his throat* I’ve not been in a date. Ever.

Carlos: why? You’re smart you’re funny

Doug: that doesn’t count here. I’m not a prince. I’m second place. And somehow Evie likes me.

Carlos: yes. Yes she does.

Doug: you gotta help me. I don’t even know where to start. Do I bring food. Is she allergic to anything. Do I take her dancing. Oh god I’m gonna make a fool of myself abd she’s gonna dumpnme like cold coffee

Jay (turning to Carlos with Doug still babbling neurotically in the background): hey. Why don’t you go take his highness for a walk while I help Doug.

Carlos (weirded out by Doug’s semi breakdown): oh god yes please

(He picks the pooch up and leaves the room in a hurry)

Jay (turning to Doug): alright Doug (the half dwarf is still babbling) Doug. Douggie. 🎶Doug🎶 Doug. Douglas. DOUG! Oh I really didn’t wanna resort to this

(He walks up to Doug and slaps him around the face)

Doug: th tha thank you. Although Ben usually waits until I peter out of voice before he does anything

Jay: I’m not Ben. Now. Evie is allergic to boot polish and hair dye. Yes that is her and Mal’s natural hair colour. I take it you can dance

Doug: yes.

Jay: are you any good

Doug: very

Jay: and isn’t there a ball at the coronation?

Doug: yes. And Ben’s planning on throwing something more modern after the traditional’s are over and done with

Jay: ok then. Take her dancing. It’s fun romantic. Right up her alley. And it’s good practice for the big night. The girls a control freak.

Doug: ok. Thank you. Again. Uh

Jay: no I’m not setting you up. I like you.

Doug: sorry about. What I did with

Jay: Mal Carlos Evie and I would’ve done the exact same thing.

Doug: what...do I...

Jay: well I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve

Doug: really?

Jay (putting an arm around Doug’s shoulder and guiding him to the walk in wardrobe): oh Douglas Douglas Douglas. I don’t think you’ve quite grasped the fact that youv got a free genie on your side

(This is when friend like me happens)

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal #evie grimhilde #elsa descendants #ben florian #mal bertha #bal #carlos de vil #jay son of jafar #doug son of dopey #devie #remember that this is an au people

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phangirlof · 7 years ago

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Catch Me

Description: this is kinda based off an old demi lovato song, im not sorry and I wrote this forever ago but felt the need to post

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x reader ft Byun Baekhyun

Genre: Girl Group AU!, slightly ansgty, slightly fluff

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“Baekhyun, I don’t think you understand. I like him. I really like him, but I’m just scared to get hurt again. I’m scared to let someone in again. Last time that happened, last time I let someone in, last time I trusted someone with my heart, they broke it, shattered it into a million pieces. I just can’t go through that again. I don’t want to end up broken and hurt again. I don’t want to hand someone the power to ruin me. This time will only be worse.”

I rolled over. I didn’t open my eyes yet. Even though I knew it wasn’t going to happen I wanted to go back to sleep. I laid still another few minutes. I stayed curled up under the blanket I was given last night, but finally opened my eyes. No one else was in the living room besides me, which made sense seeing as how it was silent. I was staying in the EXO dorm. With everyone up and going, there’s no way it could be this quiet around here. I reached over my head to the end table on that side of the couch. I felt around a bit until my hand graced my phone. It was five am. I hated that I was up this early. I never woke up this early.

I attempted to go back to sleep, but after over an hour of flipping, tossing, and turning, I just gave up. I got up and went into the kitchen. I decided to make the guys coffee. It would be a nice little surprise seeing as how Junmyeon is always the one that wakes up to make it, but always complains that he has to wait for coffee. I grabbed the coffee grinds and filters from the kitchen cabinet directly above the sleek silver coffee maker. I carefully measured everything out and started it up. The clock on the wall read 6:15 AM. “That should be enough time to make the guys breakfast before they have to head out.” I confidently whispered to myself.

“You can’t let fear hold you back forever Y/n. You’re gonna have to face your fears, especially when it comes to him. If you don’t ever jump back into things and face all your fears, you’re never gonna be happy. If you continue on the way you’re going, everyone else will be happy, falling in love and you’ll be on the sidelines watching it all. He’s nothing to be afraid of. You have feelings for him. You need to tell him.”

I was almost done with everything when I heard the first bits of noise from the other side of the dorm, letting me know that the guys were starting to wake up. As I placed pieces of toast on a plate, someone came into the kitchen. I didn’t see who it was at first seeing as how my back was turned towards the task at hand, but I knew as soon as they wrapped their arms around my waist.

“This is all for us?” Junmyeon asked, resting his head on my shoulder. “Yep.” I said, reaching over to flip the pancakes I had cooking on the stove. “And there’s coffee.” Junmyeon loosened his grasp from my waist, and as soon as I turned around to face him, he wrapped me up in a proper hug. “Wow, you’re honestly the best Y/n.” He let me go soon after. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and I finished cooking the last few pancakes. As I did, a few more guys herded into the kitchen. “You made breakfast? Sweet!” Chanyeol and Baekhyun practically shouted in unison.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way and I ruin our friendship? He still means alot to me. I don’t want to be the cause of us growing apart.”

As if on queue the rest of the guys ran into the kitchen. “I bought apple and orange juice last night, and I also made coffee this morning.” “Thank you Y/n.” Sehun said, in a low morning voice as he walked past me to get to the food I had just finished cooking. “Ah, no need to thank me. I knew today was gonna be a busy day for you guys so I wanted you to start it off right. But I’m not the best cook, so it probably isn’t even that good.” I said, pouring myself a glass of orange juice and joining everyone at the table. “Are you kidding Y/n??! This is the best thing I’ve eaten in the last two months.” Baekhyun mumbled, shoving food into his mouth. “Hey! I cook for you everyday and you never say that about what I cook.” Kyungsoo said from the opposite side of the room. “Well that’s because your food isn’t that great.” Chanyeol interjected for Baekhyun who still had his mouth slam full of food. “In that case you better not eat anything else I prepare because from here on out, it might have poison in it.” Baek’s eyes grew wide, and he almost choked on his mouthful. He took a quick sip of his juice and turned to Junmyeon. “Don’t let him poison me please!” He gave him a sly smirk. “Sorry Baekkie, you made your bed. Now you have to lay in it.” Baekhyun threw his head over and laid it on Chanyeol’s shoulder. He let out a high-pitched groan. “Why do I always let myself get into these deadly situations??!” Chuckles and giggles could be heard throughout the room. After it all died down, we all continued eating in silence.

Slowly everyone finished their food, putting their dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Eventually it was only Junmyeon and I left. He sat in front of me. We were almost done with our food, but it looked like he had stopped because he was deep in thought. He stared down at the center of the table, and he hasn’t moved his hand in several minutes. “Hey, you okay?” I asked, waving my hand in front of him. My heart fluttered as he rested his intense gaze on me. It was a few moments before he finally muttered a quick, ‘yeah’, and left out the room, leaving me all alone.

“Sometimes you have to take risks to be happy.”

Junmyeon didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day. I wracked my brain trying to remember what I might’ve said to him that upset him to the point of avoiding and not talking to me, but I just couldn’t figure it out. Things were fine at breakfast and then instantly afterwards they weren’t. I wanted to talk to Baekhyun about it. He was the only one that knew I liked him. But that’s only because apparently he heard me saying Junmyeon’s name in my sleep. He confronted me about it and the rest is history. Which honestly out of all the members, I’m sorta glad it’s him. Baekhyun is so naturally pushy and noisy that when he asks Junmyeon something for me, he doesn’t question him about why he wants to know.

“He’s not talking to me… do you know why??”

I quickly typed out the message, and sent it. I got a reply almost immediately.

“No clue, but hes been quiet all day. Somethings wrong but Idk what.”

I put my phone down. What could possibly be wrong with him? Why is he avoiding me? Here recently we haven’t been speaking much, so it’s not like I could’ve upset him with something I said. The girls and I have only been here a night. The plumbing messed up at our dorm yesterday, and we arranged to stay here with them while it gets fixed. I got here later than Yeon and Seulgi, and everyone was practically asleep, so it’s not like something I did could’ve upset him. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t think up any logical reason Junmyeon was mad at me.

I sat alone on the couch thinking about everything for another hour or so until finally everyone came home. Well… almost everyone. Chanyeol and Jongdae carried in several boxes of pizza, placing them all on the dining room table. “Sorry it took so long Y/n. Junmyeon wouldn’t make his mind up on pizza toppings.” I nodded. “It’s fine.” I grabbed the plates from the kitchen and set them right beside the pizza. “Which was ridiculous, seeing as how he’s not even coming home to eat them.” My heart dropped down to my stomach. Of course he wasn’t coming home to eat dinner with the rest of us, with me. “But anyway,” Chanyeol continued. “Do you guys wanna watch a movie or something?” Throughout the room a chorus of ‘yes’ could be heard. Everyone grabbed their plates and went back into the living room. It was another ten minutes of arguing before we all decided on a movie we would all be happy with watching. I didn’t care either way. My mind was definitely somewhere else right now. I couldn’t help it. This whole situation was so nerve wracking. Why is Junmyeon so confusing? I tried my best to pay attention to the movie. It wasn’t necessarily healthy to obsess over him like I had been doing today. I managed to watch all of the movie. Jongin, who was closest to the TV, got up and put in another movie. The sun had been done for quite a while; I was ready to go to sleep even though I knew everyone else would probably want to stay up late. My focus on the second movie wasn’t as strong as it was on the first one as I slowly faded into slumber.

“Y/n, Y/n, wake up.” I heard a hoarse voice whisper from in front of me. I slowly opened my eyes. I could just barely make out the outline of Junmyeon. Am I dreaming? I thought to myself as I sat up. “No, this isn’t a dream. We need to talk.” I didn’t mean to say that out loud. “About what, and can it wait ‘til morning, I’m tired?” I yawned, stretching my arms out in front of me. Junmyeon got quiet. I looked up at him. He was towering over me, something that usually didn’t happen seeing as how we were similar in height.

“You said my name in your sleep just now.” He said. The simple sentence changing his tone from one of annoyance to something more soft and sincere. “I’m sorry.” I quipped, lowering my head and averting my gaze away from his. He bent down in front of me, and brought one finger underneath my chin. He slowly tilted my head back up, so we were making eye contact again. “Don’t be sorry. I should be the sorry one.”

I shook my head in confusion. “What do you mean?” Junmyeon switched from being bent down in front of me, to sitting criss cross on the floor. He took my hands in his. “It shouldn’t have taken me this long to tell you how I feel.” My heart began to race as he continued his words. “I don’t expect you to feel the same in the slightest. We’ve been nothing but friends since the very first day we met. I could always count on you to be there for me, whether I was ranting or getting advice from you. Somewhere along the way, I started to see you as more than a friend. I always wanted to be with you or near you. I never wanted to leave you, but I didn’t have that luxury because all I ever was to you was a friend. I thought maybe if I avoided you, my feelings would just go away. But unfortunately that’s not how it works.” Junmyeon let out a small chuckle, but continued on. “This morning when I saw you in the kitchen, I couldn’t help but think about waking up to that in the mornings. My beautiful girlfriend making breakfast, and that’s when it hit me that it could never happen because you don’t even know how I truly felt about you.”

“How exactly do you feel about me?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat as the words left my mouth.

“I love you. I love you so much. I love everything about you from the way you laugh, how cute you are when you try to be sassy, to how determined and hardworking you are, to much much more. I’ve been so scared to tell you how I feel. I didn’t know how you would react. I’ve put so much thought into this, telling you. I had so many ideas on what to say and when to tell you, but it all went out the window when I came in earlier and heard you say my name. I don’t know why, but I took that as a sign.” I couldn’t even speak. Everything that he said had stunned me into silence. I didn’t even know what to think about this, let alone give him a good enough reply, one I knew he was waiting for. “Jun.” I croaked weakly. “Yes?”

“I love you too.”

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canadian-riddler · 6 years ago

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The Girlfriend Part Three.

Synopsis: He probably shouldn’t have done that. Too late now…

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Being allowed to hang out in GLaDOS’s chamber while she was asleep made him feel a lot better.

She didn’t do anything, obviously; she just hung there sleeping. All he was even doing was the same stuff he did while she was awake, like talk about whatever came to mind or fool around on the ECHONet. More of the ‘Net, usually. And she told him every day before she went to sleep not to touch her or else, except for the last eight days. She had either decided he’d gotten the hint, or there was another hint he wasn’t getting at all. Because the only time he’d been allowed to touch her in like three weeks now was had been when they were fooling around. Which was weird! She’d never let him do that before.

The last time had been even weirder. Not only had he gotten the usual strange sense of relief from her she seemed to have when they did it, but she also kinda just… sat there and let him hug her after. He didn’t even remember why he was doing that. And he didn’t wanna ruin this good thing he had going, but still he decided he had to ask,

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Well, that hadn’t told him what was up. “Look, we uh… we don’t have to keep doing this. If you don’t want to,” he’d told her, even though the mere thought of holding himself to that offer was like torture. Seriously! Having that chassis in front of him all the time and never being able to interface with it would have practically been a crime against robotkind!

“Hm?”

“You always seem kinda… relieved that we’re done.”

“Oh,” GLaDOS had said, as though the thought had never occurred to her. Which was wild! “I am. But not because of anything to do with you.”

Encouraging! but not helpful. “And… the reason is…”

But then she had moved away and said she was going to sleep, and that had been that. And that had been four days ago.

He really didn’t want to wait another week or however long to be able to touch her again. Especially since she hadn’t told him not to. Not recently, at least. He didn’t wanna take advantage or anything! Really! He just wanted to cuddle her as much as possible! And she didn’t even have to be on! He wasn’t even asking to take up any of her time to do it! He was cool with just doing it while she was asleep! She probably wouldn’t even notice!

Oh. Oh, wait. That was true. She probably wouldn’t. She’d never mentioned the fact that he talked to her at night, so she probably wasn’t conscious at all. Not even a little bit. It was really hard to tell with admin bots, since their task lists were more of a twenty-four-seven dealie, but she wasn’t the kind of person to keep quiet if he was doing something she didn’t like. But she couldn’t dislike something she didn’t know was happening!

Would that count as being sneaky, though? He already knew asking her direct questions was not the way to get an answer of any kind. He just sorta had to ease into things and wait and see if she told him to stop. Which he wouldn’t have to do for this, since she’d be totally asleep and not know about it at all.

Well, what did he have to lose? He was just gonna go for it. She probably wouldn’t even get that mad. Probably. She might. Hopefully not mad enough to kick him out, though. He really liked living here. Also, he really liked her. Which was why he just couldn’t bear to keep his hands off her! And honestly it would be weird if he did want such a thing! She was so big and so beautiful and it felt so good to just put his arms around her as far as he could reach and just sit there and listen to all the noise her brain made as she went on thinking those smart thoughts of hers. Ohhhh. He shivered. Okay, now he was really gonna do it. He could not go another second without holding her again. It’d be fine. No big deal. It was nothing at all to cuddle your girlfriend while she was sleeping even though she hadn’t actually told you it was okay to do that. Probably everyone else did it all the time and he was late to the game. Which… wasn’t unusual, actually.

“Okay,” he said to himself, looking at her and thinking over how he wanted to do this. It was gonna have to be from the side, since he couldn’t really move that much from the front and he could never be sure how long he could stay still for. So he went up to her left side and he very, very carefully put his right arm along the part of her core where the ceramic fit into the rail that let her shift it up and down. Then he stayed very still and listened as hard as he could.

Nothing.

Good! Exactly what he’d been hoping for. When he thought he’d calmed himself down again he very slowly positioned his chassis as close to her as possible, which also went very well, and then he finally (again very slowly!) put his other arm up against the front of her core. He did remember she didn’t like having her optic assembly touched at all, so he put his arm up a little higher just in case he stopped paying attention and it slipped. She would definitely be mad if he punched her in the eye, even if it was by mistake.

He was so nervous about the whole thing that he didn’t really get to enjoy it for the first ten minutes, but after that? Totally worth it.

He was never gonna feel lonely at night again.

Every day he waited about twenty minutes to make sure she’d gone to sleep, and then he’d go up to her and put his arms around her real slow. Sometimes he wouldn’t talk or watch TV or even do anything, because the feel of her was just so darn nice. He’d just sit there and think about what it must be like to be a construct like her. Though… he never really came to the conclusion it was a nice life. She didn’t have any friends and she never really seemed to have fun. It seemed like being smart enough to be admin just… sucked. Because then they gave you all this work to do, and if you didn’t have any work you just started going stir-crazy! Even if he’d been good at it, Claptrap didn’t really like working. It was a lot more fun to just mess around and do what he wanted. But GLaDOS couldn’t do that. Well, she could. But not for very long. She had too much work to do.

At times where he was thinking stuff like that, he hugged her a little tighter and wished she’d open up to him a little more. Gosh, he liked her a lot. It sure would be cool to know if doing this was okay or if he was just being a total asshole. Claptrap was a pretty nice guy, compared to everybody else on Pandora, but in a world where everyone was kinda a jerk he was also bound to be a jerk like fifty percent of the time.

He did this every day for a week or two and it always seemed to go fine. He already knew by now when she was waking up by the sound of it – ‘cause it was loud – and he usually got off her with plenty of time to spare. But then there was this time he forgot what he was doing because he was watching a movie about a dog that could play basketball, and it was just so amazing that he didn’t realise he’d lost track of time until he seemed to have gotten a lot warmer and noisier all of a sudden. That was certainly weird, since he wasn’t, like, thinking or anything, and while he was trying to puzzle that out he suddenly remembered just who he was hanging onto.

Ohhhhh s***. Oh s*** s*** s***. How was he gonna explain his way out of this? He veeeeeery slowly extracted himself from her core, backed away about three feet, and then… nothing. She didn’t do anything. She didn’t yell at him, or sigh in annoyance, or even actually move. He wasn’t sure what to do. Was he in trouble? Was she thinking about how much trouble he was in? Was she gonna kill him? Or, worse, kick him out?

“Good morning,” he said, in an attempt to be casual, but considering his voice came out kinda high-pitched it was unlikely he was even one percent convincing. Aw, hell.

She still didn’t move. Well. Onto the hard question.

“Are you mad?”

She didn’t say anything, and because he was himself he felt the need to fill the silence with something. “Look, I know I shouldn’t’ve been doing that. And I… I’m sorry I didn’t ask first, but I thought you’d say no! And I mean, you’re my girlfriend! And I never get to hold you! That’s kinda a thing I’m supposed to be able to do! Maybe not all the time, but not never! So I figured, hey! She’s asleep, and I’m not asleep, so we can both have what we want! So yeah! When you go to sleep at night I come up and cuddle with ya until you get up. I really like it. A lot. I’m not doing anything else, I swear. I’m really not. It’s okay if you’re mad. I shoulda asked first.” He spread his hands helplessly, since she was giving him literally nothing to work with here.

“I’m not mad,” GLaDOS said unexpectedly. “I knew about it the whole time.”

Wait. What? She’d known the entire time and she’d just… let him? Without saying or doing anything? He felt like that had to mean something. Okay, okay. She’d known about it and instead of telling him to get lost, she’d just let it go on. And she’d done that because…

Oh. Oh, wait a minute.

“GLaDOS,” Claptrap said, “do you like it when I hold you?”

She was quiet for so long he thought he wasn’t gonna get an answer out of her, but then she said,

“I don’t know.”

That was when he was suddenly reminded of something he usually forgot about her: that he was kinda the only person she knew.

How would she know if she liked being hugged or not? It wasn’t like she had arms. She was also really big. That wasn’t a problem for him, of course, but it could be a bit of a hitch in the hugs department. And even if she’d known other people, she’d probably had a lot of crappy experiences with people touching her. He didn’t quite know what they had been, but he didn’t need the deets to know what humans liked to do with robots. Every time they got their hands on one they started –

Ohhhhhh. Now he got it. Now he got what aaaaaall of this was about. It had absolutely nothing to do with him at all! For once. He was just the first person she was letting touch her in like ten years. She was very, very slowly giving him her trust. And he actually seemed to be earning it! All of this was doing wonders for his self-esteem, actually. Wait! He was supposed to be doing something. What was it again? Oh yeah! GLaDOS. He’d asked if she liked being held and she’d said she didn’t know. And then he’d kinda spazzed. Okay. Uh… hm. Did he keep talking about it? She didn’t usually like talking about stuff. Soooooo… subject change! But what to? Hm. This was kinda hard…

“Hey, you wanna see some parking fails?”

“Some what?”

So he got out one of his playlists – which he had a lot of, mostly for making himself better when he did something stupid – and that actually did cheer her up. Awesome! Even more awesome was the part where she slowly put herself right next to him and he got to hold her again. But casually. And nicely. So she’d have lots of time to tell him to piss off. And when he did back off because she told him she had work to do, she said,

“You seem to like doing that.”

Was that a trick or something? Of course he did! “Uh… yeah?”

“You can keep doing it. If you really enjoy it that much.”

Ohhhh. She was doing that thing where she wanted him to do something, but she was pretending it was because he wanted to do it. Which he did. But whatever helped her out, right? “I have no problem with that!”

So later that night, after she was done the stuff she did all day, he went back to holding her and she did… whatever she did before sleeping. He tried to think of just how to keep this whole thing from bothering her. Because he would love to do it every day. Well, with her wanting him to do it. It was nicer like that. She just felt so good to hold like this. Even if he sometimes wished his arms were a little longer so he could really do it right.

“Sweet dreams, beautiful,” he said, not really in a whisper but sorta quietly, anyway, and after a moment she did this… thing. He wasn’t sure what to call it. She kinda pushed her core into him a little bit, like… like a cat did when it wanted your attention, and… well, he liked it. It was really cute. It would be really great if she did it again sometime. Like, a lot. Okay, maybe not too much. Then it wouldn’t be special anymore. Or maybe it still would be. ‘cause she was so special.

Oh geez. This was getting a little more serious than he’d thought it was gonna be.

“Goodnight, funnychips,” she said, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it because her operations were louder than her voice. And he almost started jumping up and down, he was so excited to hear that, but he realised that wouldn’t be the best decision and hugged her extra hard for a minute instead.

This was totally getting super serious. He’d never gotten that far before and if he wasn’t careful it would be way worse to lose something like this than to just be told to get lost off the bat like usual. He wasn’t sure how to be careful, exactly, but he was gonna try.

#GLaDOS #Claptrap #ClapDOS #fanfic from Indy

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