#ooooh shit how did I forget pitch perfect

[aquastelli]

*Sees a group dancing/singing scene with an overall message of working together*

Me with an Aqua stellium paired with Venus in Pisces: 🥹

[nad-zeta]

Arthur - Drive from hell

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Arthur x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1600

Warning: Learning to drive.... so yeah

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“You ready, duckling?” Arthur asked, full of beans, climbing from the driver’s seat and doing a light lil ol jogging around the car to open the passenger door for you.

Today was the day! You were now officially legal, and Arthur had taken it upon himself to teach you how to drive. To say you were nervous would be a gross understatement— you had barely, BARELY even passed your learners exam, and now here you were, about to be sat behind the wheel of arguably your greatest challenge yet, a 4x4 Hilux, a beast of a car in its own right.

You had already started regretting your life decisions when Arthur had to give you a hand up to get into the big beast of a car, never mind barely being tall enough to see over the steering wheel.

“Safety first, Luv,” he grinned from the passenger seat, reaching across you to help secure your seatbelt as you acclimated yourself to the change in position. How strange it was to be sitting on the other side, peddles below, massive wheel in front. And not to mention all the switches and buttons— so many little things that you had no idea what they were for or how they worked— and yet all so tempting to press and try out.

You looked over at Arthur, anxiety only growing as you had no idea where to even begin. “Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road,” he clapped his hands together, smiling broadly as he put on a pair of blue polka dot sunglasses.

Truly this man had far too much faith in you.

“Arthur, are you sure about this?” you asked one final time before placing your one foot on the clutch while the other pushed the brake—you know, just in case.

“Of course, what kind of rotten boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t even teach my lovely lady how to drive, now first things first, the safety checklist.”

He held up his gloved hand, counting off all the points to remember when driving, “Number one, make sure the car is in neutral before starting it. Number two, keep your foot on the clutch. Number three, turn the ignition all the way, and once you are ready to rumble, release the handbrake and slowly lift your foot from the clutch as you step on the gas. Got it?”

You nodded, half the instructions going completely over your head— you got this, you got this, you kept repeating to yourself like a mantra.

Your shaky hands reached for the keys, turning them until the car roared to life.

“I did it! I DID IT! Loook Arthur, look! I switched the car on!” you exclaimed, smiling brightly at Arthur, who clapped his hands together in praise.

Next, you slowly release the clutch forgetting all about the petrol and hand brake, causing the car to lurch forward and stall. You let go of a high pitched squeak, eyes going wide and knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel.

Clam as ever, Arthur patted you on the head, “Ah, it’s alright, Luv, see nothing to be afraid of; you simply forgot to step on the gas.”

It appeared as though Arthur had nerves of steel talking you through every instruction, patiently teaching you, and frankly, it wasn’t before long; you actually got the car moving. More than moving even, you were DRIVING!, no jerky movements, just girl vs the open road! Oh, the freedom and sense of independence were exhilarating, even at 20km per hour.

Meanwhile, Arthur was having a very different experience from the passenger seat.

Oh Lord Arthur was thankful he had taken you out to an abandoned field to learn how to drive, even more, grateful that you were driving an off-roader and not Vincent’s old fashioned bright yellow beetle, cause heaven knows death would be knocking otherwise.

Yes, despite his calm facade, he was desperately gripping the fear handle— an appropriate name, really, for what he felt in this moment was truly fear. “B-bird d-don’t you think you should slow down a little,” he stammered out; any chance of composure had been long gone as you drove at top speed (40km/h) across the planes of the field, launching the car into the air as you drove over yet another tiny hill.

“By Thunder, please, I beseech thee if there is a god I promise to live a wholesome life from this point onwards, please just spare meeee- ahhh,” he implored, sunglasses now halfway down his nose, revealing his wide shot eyes.

You drove without a care in the world, thoroughly enjoying the whole experience of driving over the small rolling hills. You rolled your eyes, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one giving Arthur’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, Arthur, don’t be so dramatic, ooooh look another dip, hold on tight,” you quickly announced with a delighted squeal navigating the terrain like a self-proclaimed pro.

The car rattled and jerked,” F-f-f-udge,” Arthur yelled out, hand shooting forward to the glove box to steady himself and prepare for the impact.

“Whoooooohooo! This is great! Who knew driving could be this fun,” you exclaimed full of joy, eyes sparkling as you spotted the next mountain to go up and conquer.

Arthur’s panicked eyes followed your line of sight, and it certainly didn’t take a genius to know what you had planned. “My love, my darling, my heart and soul, for all that is good and holy, please I beg of you, please PLEASE STOP THE CAR”, he pleaded and prayed. It was not his birthday, but hells, he was making a birthday wish on your behalf—the wish to see another day.

You looked over at Arthur once more, and upon seeing the distress crossing his feature, you cut your bundu bashing adventure short. Although realization quickly dawned upon you, spending all this time driving across the mountainside, you had not really mastered the art of coming to a smooth stop. So, you did what any new learner would do when someone demands the vehicle to a standstill. Thrust both your feet forward at the same time and pull at the emergency brake.

Arthur launched forward as the car came to a screeching halt, dust being kicked up and settling around the car— the perfect execution of an emergency stop, you mused.

Heart hammering in his ears, Arthur let go of broken laughter, hands feeling himself in disbelief, “I’m alive? I’M ALIVE! GOD, I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.”

You rolled your eyes, looking over at him, completely unimpressed, “ohhh, come on, it was not that bad? Was it?”

“I think I might just need a change of underwear after that ‘thrilling experience’,” he exaggerated, throwing the car door open and dramatically flopping onto the ground.

Why he was so happy, he almost kissed the ground. He looked at you from his place on the dirt, “I am going to need a stiff drink. Blimey bird, that was nerve-wracking.”

You turned the car off, hopping from your seat and slinking up to Arthur to offer him a hand up, mischief glowing in your eyes, “I mean, but did you die tho?”

With a shake of the head and another thankful chuckle emanating from his chest, he placed his hand in yours, “And who taught you to be this cheeky, honestly Luv.”

Climbing into the driver seat, Arthur adjusted the mirrors and started the car, his usually charming grin once more gracing to his features. “Shall I show you how it is done,” he bragged, full of confidence, happy to be back in control of the mechanic stallion.

He started the car; however, as the saying goes, ‘pride before the fall’, he failed to give enough gas and stalled the vehicle upon pulling away.

‘Shit’, he thought, sparing you a sheepish glance only for you to burst out into full-blown laughter. “You are going to show me what now; perhaps I should be the one to teach you,” you smacked your knee snorting out.

Arthur pouted, a shade of pink coming to rest upon his cheeks in embarrassment. But before he could even answer, an unimpressed grunt could be heard coming from the back seat, “That’s it, both of you out! NOW!”

Two pairs of eyes snapped back to the source of the voice only to lock onto a very, VERY traumatized and unimpressed looking dutch. He stomped out of the car before dragging Arthur from the driver’s seat.

“That is the last time I EVER let either of you near my car,’ he scowled angrily, turning the ignition and putting the car into gear.

“Hmpf can’t believe I fell for the ‘let’s go and get some birthday pancakes’ trick,” he grumbled under his voice, making his way back to the main road.

“Why old goat, that is an excellent idea!” Arthur chimed in from the backseat, starting a chant that would inevitably lead to getting what he wanted.

You joined in, of course, chanting happily with an equally broad smile littered on your face, “birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes.”

With a scoff of irritation, Theo was helpless but to go along with the whims of the day; after all, he did love pancakes, and after that traumatizing experience, he would need some sugar to cleanse his soul.

“Hmpf fine, but only because it is this one’s birthday,” he finally barked out with a roll of the eyes, yet an unmissable smirk of excitement making its way onto his lips.

[how-to-survive-a-factory-tour]

How To Survive A Factory Tour - Chapter 18

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory FanFiction

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Okay. Okay! Oooookay, Roman, it’s going to be fine, everything is going to be fine! I mean, at least you won’t suffocate from a lack of oxygen now! And if you do end up dying, it’ll be in a possibly slightly faster way? Or at least slightly more painless?

Hopefully?

So, um, funny story. I was brought to this room, the Caramel Carving Room, I think Wonka called it, and some Oompa Loompas began to chisel me out. So good news! My eyes are now free to see my surroundings, and my nose is free so I can breathe. The bad news is my mouth is still covered though so I am unable to scream in abject terror, like I feel the need to.

That links to the next bit of bad news: all the Oompa Loompas who were in this room, either working or helping me escape my caramel prison, are now dead. I am surrounded by doll-sized corpses, and I won’t be surprised if I join them soon..

I have no idea where they came from, but a bunch of snakes just slithered out from the darkness and started to attack the Oompa Loompas! The venomous ones bit, the constrictors strangled, and left me the only living non-snake being in the room. They slithered back into the shadows, leaving me here, alone and terrified. Also close to puking, which is something I do not want to happen, given as the caramel in the way means it’ll just be reflected back into my mouth. Which is gross.

What do I do? I can’t cry out for help, I’m just stuck!

I feel close to crying, literally seconds away. I’m doomed to either dying in minutes, or being a living statue for all eternity…

“Roman!” 

I look up. Virgil! Virgil’s just run in the door! Oh, my knight in pitch black and purple armour!

And Patton! Patton’s alive, and just behind Virgil, limping on crutches with a bloody bandage around his ankle.

But thank goodness they’re here! They can break me out, and then we can flee to safety-

Oh no. No no no no…!

I try as hard as I can to cry out and warn them, but I can’t. I scream as loud as I possibly can, but my words are indistinguishable. They’re just muffled cries.

“It’s okay, Ro, we’re gonna break you out,” Virgil reassures as he reaches me. It’s not me who’s in danger! Look behind and around yourself for Christ's sake! Can’t you see the Oompa Loompa corpses?! “Okay, how do we do this…”

“There’s a chisel there!” Patton points out. Virgil picks it up and starts breaking at the caramel at my neck to free my whole head. And while that’s good for me, so I can speak again, it’s not for them! Death is fast approaching! The reaper is watching, ready to take them away!

I don’t care if this isn’t the time for metaphors! I’m panicking!

Oh goodness, they’re getting close, dangerously so… Oh shit, oh fuck.

Virgil, either hurry up freeing my mouth or actually look around!

“Okay, one more break and your head should be freed and… There!”

Oh, thank god, I can speak! “SNAKES!”

Virgil and Patton both freeze. They share a glance, before both turning around. They’re facing away from me, so I can’t see their faces, but I can only assume their plastered with terror.

They finally see the corpses of the dead Oompa Loompas. Patton wretches as the sight of them. They also finally see the snakes slithering closer and closer.

“Oh fucking shit…” Virgil mumbles. “We’re gonna die, we are going to die.”

They both shuffle closer to me, backing as far from the snakes as they can. But the deadly vipers and pythons and boa constrictors and cobras and such keep advancing, coming at us from every side. We’re completely surrounded and screwed.

Patton’s started sobbing. Between his cries, he calls out to the door of the room. “LOGAN! I-I DON’T KNOW IF YOU’RE AWAKE TO HEAR ME, BUT… I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH, AND I ALWAYS WILL! NEVER FORGET THAT!”

Virgil bites his lip, before muttering. “You’re supposed to, like, confess things before you die, right?”

I nod. “Yeah. Well, um, I don’t actually know about real life, but, uh, that’s definitely what usually happens in movie-”

“For some weird reason, in my head, I called Roman handsome and dashing when he was fighting the dragon!”

I look away from the snakes to Virgil. “You what?!”

“Shut up, I panicking for you, adrenaline was pumping through my veins, I was thinking irrationally! Just like I am now for saying that because I probably have more important confessions!”

Before I can respond, I’m interrupted by a hiss. The snakes are a metre away from us. This is it. They’re getting ready to strike. We’re so fucked dead… Bye Dad, bye Pa, bye Valerie, bye Patton, bye Logan, bye Virg-

CRASH!  

A large vat of caramel suddenly tips over and the rim slams into the ground. Liquid caramel flows out and covers the floor, and covers the snakes. Every single one of them. In mere seconds it hardens, and the snakes become frozen statues.

There’s a moment of silence between the three of us, all coming to terms with the fact we skimmed extremely close to death, but are still here. Are still safe. Virgil is the first to speak. “Can everyone, like, forget my confession?”

There’s the sound of footsteps. “I’d ask you to thank me for saving your asses, but I have some questions first.”

Patton’s eyes sparkle and a grin appears on his face. “LoLo!” He sprints over to Logan (well ‘sprints’ on his crutches, so it isn’t overly fast), throwing one of his arms around him and - I can only assume they confessed their feelings to each other earlier - presses a kiss to his lips. Logan’s face flushes a darker, more bluish purple, and then Patton pulls away. “You saved us!”

I, like Logan, now also have several questions. “Logan, what the heck happened?! You’re fat! And you have breasts?”

Logan sighs, leaning against the now empty caramel vat. “Yes, the matter of my size was one of my questions, along with where my binder is, and what on earth happened to Roman, and why are snakes trying to kill us?”

Binder? “Ooooh, you’re transgender! That’s why you’re so small and have a baby face!”

Logan glares at me. “Not all people born biologically female are shorter and ‘younger looking’.” He pauses. “But in my case, yes… Anyway, back to my questions?”

“Well… Lo, since it took so long to get you juiced, you had started to ripen by the time it started,” Patton explains. “It meant not all the juice could be gotten out. And there’s no other way, so… you’re stuck with it.”

Logan frowns, looking down at his stomach. He presses into it, I guess trying to come to terms with the news that he’d just have to get used to it.

Patton continues. “As for your binder...” He looks to Virgil, who reaches into his hoodie pocket and holds up a ripped chest binder.

Logan looks like he’s just been told a beloved pet just died. Purple tears are welling in his eyes. “...What?”

“I’m so sorry, Lo… but it’s okay! We could try and fix it?”

“Even if we could, it wouldn’t fit me anymore… I’ve definitely gone up a few sizes now…”

“Well…  you can get another?”

“No, I can’t... “ He shakes his head, taking a deep breath. “I, um… When I was younger, my parents raised me and my brother to fit the stereotypes and expectations of our genders. My dad made sure my brother was a sports and fitness fanatic. My mum tried to live vicariously through me, and tried to make me obsessed with my appearance and femininity and all those things… Child beauty pageants aren’t a thing in Britain, so mum would take me on ‘holidays’ to America and force me to take part in them. Surprise surprise, I hated it. I wanted to focus on school and learning, I preferred blue and black to the pinks my mum would make me wear, and I eventually realised when I was six, I wasn’t even a girl but a boy. And that made my parents mad. I knew it would, so I didn’t tell them. I asked my parents to let me get my hair cut short, telling them I just wanted to try out a new look. They weren’t really happy about it, but let me. However, Joan accidentally called me my chosen name in front of my parents one day, and I was outed.

“My parents struck up a deal for me: I could be a boy if, like my brother, I pursued sport. I refused, wanting to focus on school. So, they refused to let me transition. They neglect and ignore me in every way except for when it comes to policing my gender identity. Ever since I got my first binder, they’ve monitored everything I order, so I haven’t been able to buy a second binder to wear when I’m washing mine, or buy a packer. They made sure I never went to the doctor for consultations about surgery or starting HRT. When I turned sixteen and no longer needed parental permission to change my name, I was ecstatic, since they couldn’t stop me.

“But anyway, in short, I can’t get another binder. My parents won’t let me.” He shrugs, wiping his eyes.

Patton doesn't waste time in pulling the berry boy into an embrace. Logan hesitates, before burying his face into Patton’s shoulder and hugging him in return.

“I have an idea,” I speak up. “Us three could, like, chip in some money to order you a couple new binders and send them to you? Then your parents won’t be able to stop you getting them because you weren’t the one to order them, and they won’t know they’re coming.”

Logan looks up, shaking his head. “No, you don’t need to do that…”

“I think it’s a great idea!” Patton smiles. “We should probably get you some new clothes too. I mean, they’re looking just a liiiittle small now…” He gestures to Logan’s exposed belly.

“Oh, no, I should be alright on the clothes stuff… One of the things I did when I was younger in protest of my parents was purposefully put on weight, since my mum was obsessed with keeping me ‘perfect’. When I changed my name and started to take more steps to transition, I started going to the gym and doing exercises which were supposed to give you a more masculine build and lessen curves, so I ended up working off all the weight. I still have all my old clothes tucked away somewhere in my closet, so I can just wear those until I pick up new things myself.”

“Oh, okay. But we’re still getting you those binders!”

“Well, you two will,” Virgil corrects, having gone back to chiselling me out the caramel. “I’m still broke. Sorry, guys, I won’t be able to pitch in.”

“That’s alright, Virge,” Patton reassures. “We understand.”

Logan, having calmed down substantially already, looks over at me puzzled. “So, can someone tell me what happened to Roman?”

“I valiantly fought a dangerous, caramel-breathing dragon!”

“More like made the most idiotic decision on your life,” Virgil mutters as he frees my legs, so the only part of me left encased are my feet.

I smirk down at him. “Idiotic? I thought you said earlier it was dashing and that I was handsome?”

His face burns and he glares at the ground. “Shut up…”

Logan turns to Patton. “Did I miss something?”

“Virgil decided to confess his feelings for Roman in his ‘final moments’.”

Virgil turns to them, glaring. “I don’t have feelings for him! It was just the adrenaline of the moment!”

“Oh, hush, Virge,” I grin. “Just accept it. No one can resist Roman Prince.”

Virgil glares at me, while Logan mutters. “I certainly can,” causing Patton to chuckle. “Anyway, my last, and probably the most important question: why on earth are snakes trying to kill us all?!”

Patton looks to Virgil. “Virge said he had a hunch as to why…”

Virgil doesn’t respond, but his expression darkens. He continues to chip away at the last of the caramel while the rest of us wait for him to answer. He doesn’t until I’m fully free. He stands and straightens up.

“I think Ethan sent them. I think Ethan set up all the ‘accidents’ to kill you.”

I blink at him, stretching my legs and trying to pick off small leftover chunks of caramel stuck to my clothes. “Ethan? Seriously? Wouldn’t it make more sense if it was, like, Mr Wonka’s fault? I mean, this is his factory. How would Ethan set up accidents for us in a factory he’s never been in before?”

“I don’t know… But it can’t be Wonka. I mean, why would he kill a bunch of his own workers?” He gestures to the Oompa Loompa corpses around us again. “Not to mention, Ethan’s just… weird! I mean, Ethan - a guy with half a snake face and patches of scales all over his body - we caught whispering into some bushes in a language with a lot of sibilance, almost like parseltongue in Harry Potter, and then it just so happens that you are almost murdered by, of all things, snakes? It has to be connected!”

Logan raises an eyebrow. “We have no evidence. Even if this is somehow true, we have no way to prove so.”

“We don’t necessarily need it. If we confront him, he might panic and admit to it. It’s our best shot. I mean, I’d rather we expose him now before whatever murder plot he has worked up for me happens.”

“But what if it wasn’t him?” Patton asks. “He might get mad or upset at us for accusing him.”

“In all honesty, Pat, I don’t particularly give a shit about his feelings.” Virgil starts walking towards the door. “Come on. We have a snake to expose.”

I share a glance with Patton and Logan, before we all follow him. Virgil is looking between two buttons in the lift. After a moment, he mumbles “fuck it” before pressing one of them.

The doors close, and there’s a pause, before we zoom off, Patton and Logan leaning against each other, neither of them used to the ride yet.

“Okay, so, do we have any idea what Ethan’s motive could be? Just why he’s doing this to us?” I ask. “There’s gotta be a reason. Like, if it were my brother who did this, I’d just let it slide as ‘oh, no motive, he tries to cause chaos and attempt murder almost everywhere he goes’-”

“He what?”

“But Ethan seems different. He seems like a man with a plan. He doesn’t seem like he’d do this without a reason.”

“True…” Logan nods. “Has he said anything to any of you that could drop hints? Because I only really had one conversation between just the two of us, and there was nothing suspicious there.”

“We just talked about musicals,” I shrug.

“I didn’t really have a conversation with him,” Patton says.

“Me neither. I went to the bathroom right after Roman got taken away, so I wasn’t really alone with him to talk to him,” Virgil adds.

“So we have no clue what the motive is…” Logan sighs. “Awesome…”

There’s a jolt as the lift stops, and apparently I’m the only prepared for it as Patton and Logan almost fall into each other again - even though they’ve both confessed, they still get awkward and flustered about it. However, I’m immediately distracted from them by Virgil, who was also knocked over by the force of the abrupt stop, falling backwards. My reflexes kick in and I grab his hand, catching him before his hits the floor, and then pull him back up.

Which in turn means that we’re stood facing each other, faces millimetres apart.

I grin. “Did you just fall for me, Virgil Sanders?”

His face is burning red and sours, refusing to look me in the eyes. “Is this really the time for joke flirting?”

“Who said it was a joke?”

And now his face is burning even more. Then the lift ‘bing!’s, and he shoves me away, straightens his hoodie, and steps out of the lift. The rest of us regain our composure, before following him.

Time to put my affections aside and get the snake to confess his sins.

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Roman is now available for asks

NEXT

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Asking of me ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Google gritted his teeth as Wilford looked to him imploringly, he knew Wilford was entirely innocent and most likely didn’t mean to be so….consistent. However, Google decided that he wanted to change things up a little.

'Did you say “flinging puppies”? Searching instead for flinging puppies…’

'WHAT?! Nonono cancel cancel!!’

Google repressed a grin at Wilford’s mortified expression, Wilford shuddered and sighed.

'Jesus….okay let’s try something else…’

Google waited patiently as Wilford racked his brains, the droid felt a small bubble of excitement at the thought of toying with Wilford a little.

'Oh oh! How about kittens playing?’

Google’s eyes shone a little at Wilford’s innocent, hopeful look; his lips twitched as he spoke.

'Did you say “kitten flaying”? Searching instead for kitten flayi-’

'AHHH NO NO NO! DARK I THINK THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH GOOGLE?!’

There were in a spacious living room currently, Google was sat on a two person couch with Wilford situated next to him. The only other person in the room was Darkiplier, he was in his armchair with a newspaper in hand. He looked up and flicked his eyes between the two of them.

'Perhaps it’s your voice Wilford.’

Wilford glared lightly and folded his arms as Dark chuckled gently, Google perceived that he too enjoyed playing around with Wilford.

'It isn’t! He was perfectly fine before!’

Dark furrowed his eyebrows, he flicked his eyes to the droid curiously as Wilford pouted and inspected his nails. Google locked eyes with the serene man, who then raised his eyebrow minimally and flicked his head towards Wilford. Google looked over to the distracted man before looking back to Dark with a small shrug and a smile, Dark smirked slightly.

'Wilford, perhaps you should try again? Try speaking slower.’

Wilford sighed and turned back to Google who had quickly schooled his features, he gave Wilford his attention as Dark discarded his paper so he could watch the scene.

'Alright fine, search mon-ster truck-ing Google.’

Google’s shoulders shook with the force of holding back his laughter.

'Did you say “monsters fucking google”? Searching inste-’

'NO I FUCKING DIDN’T THAT’S GROSS!’

Dark burst into loud, rumbling laughter as Wilford grimaced and cringed heavily. Google could no longer hold himself back as his chest shook with gentle chuckling, Wilford immediatly looked at him confusedly.

'Wait and now he’s shaking? Dark what’s the robot version of a seizure?!’

Dark was encased in laughter as he shook his head, he grinned heavily at Google before looking to a concerned and confused Wilford.

'Hehe’s not hahaving a seizure, he’s laughing yohou moron….’

Wilford’s face immediatly slackened as he stared at Google, taking in his light chuckles and wide grin as a wave of realisation passed through him. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

'Oh you piece of shit…’

Google smirked widely at Wilford’s annoyed and slightly embarrassed state, Wilford raised his eyebrows.

'Oh this is funny to you is it?’

Google’s mirth dimmed a little at the warning in Wilford’s voice, he picked up the new glimmer in his eyes and tensed his body readily. Despite Wilford’s tone, he still smiled as he retorted.

'It is somewhat amusing, yes.’

Wilford narrowed his eyes at Google who snickered gently, in his head Wilford made a decision.

'I’m gonna give you….five seconds, to run.’

Google’s eyes widened a little, there was a small spark in his core that acted as his equivalent to adrenaline as he bolted from the couch. He ran out of the room, the sound of his breathing loud in his ears before he registered the sound of fast approaching footsteps; he turned and found himself grinning at the sight of Wilford approaching him. They were both smiling, how could you not during a cat and mouse chase?

'You can go faster than that can’t you Wilford?’

He heard a loud growl emanate from behind him as the footsteps inched closer.

'YOU ARE SO GETTING IT GOOGLE!’

Google was mid-laugh when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind, he let out a surprised shout as he was forced to the floor on his back; he looked up to see Wilford smirking triumphantly, and also quiet breathlessly.

'I…told you I’d…get you….’

Wilford gasped for breath as he sat on top of Google’s thighs, there was a short silence before the latter mumbled with a smirk.

'Tahake your time Wilford, don’t over exert yourself….’

'RIGHT THAT’S IT!’

Wilford yelled before digging his fingers into the droid’s sides, wiggling them furiously. Google’s eyes widened as a strangled yelp left his lips, making Wilford retract his fingers with a shocked expression; he grinned slowly.

'Oh…my…GOD!’

Google tried to clear his throat but the nervous glitches and jitters still plagued his voice, he shuddered under Wilford’s stare.

'W-w-wilford y-yo-ou do-on’t ne-’

'Ihi didn’t thihink that would actually wohork!’

Wilford cackled loudly as Google averted his eyes, a turquoise flush of enbarrassment slowly rising as Wilford’s eyes gleamed mischievously. Wilford decided to reach forward and spider over the exposed sides before him, and he was well rewarded.

'Ahahahaha nohohoho!’

Google jumped and jerked at the sudden sensations coursing through his synapses, Wilford was ecstatic as he squeezed the synthetic flesh curiously.

'Oh this is just perfect…’

Wilford sneered as Google tried to bat at his arms, but Wilford’s determination outshone Google’s strength as he decided to move up to dig into his ribs.

'NOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!’

Google cackled heavily as he tried clamping his arms over Wilford’s hands, which didn’t really do much. Wilford pinched the bones through his victim’s thin t-shirt, relishing in what he managed to coax out.

'Ticklish ribs G?’

He snickered when Google tried to glare at him from behind his spectacles, but his wide grin meant his expression morphed to one of…well, constipation essentially.

'CEHEHEHEASE THIHIHIS AHAHAT OHOHONCE!’

Wilford raised an eyebrow at Google’s demand, humming in faked thought as he wormed his fingers into the droid’s underarms.

'So impolite jeez, did no one ever teach ya the word please?’

Google howled as Wilford tortured his underarms, his laughter was pitched high and almost seemed to jump and twist round the room as Google himself jumped and squirmed.

'FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!’

Wilford snickered gently.

'I’ll take that as a no…’

Wilford experimentally scribbled at the sides of Google’s neck, grinning as the droid brought his shoulders up with a loud screech.

'NAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!!’

'Ooooh, bad tickle spot huh?’

Google was almost desperate as he tried to squeeze Wilford’s fingers between his head and shoulders, but that only allowed them to be trapped as they kept torturing the sensitive area.

'STAHAHAHAHAP YOHOHOU IHIHIMBEHECIHILE!!!’

Google was still attempting to glare which amused Wilford to no end as he narrowed his eyes at the droid beneath him.

'You realise you are doing yourself no favours by insulting me right?’

Wilford slowed his touch momentarily to allow Google to breath, since that was something he did need to do. Google didn’t reply as he panted heavily, and settled for setting an annoyed expression onto his features; Wilford sighed.

'Alright, if that’s how ya want it….’ Wilford resumed his scratching and flicking at Google’s neck, making the droid yelp and descend back into desperate laughter.

'AHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAIT!!!’

Wilford snickered heavily and mischievously.

'I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way!’

Google grinned widely as warm saline fluid began to build at the corners of his eyes, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. But Google would be damned if he submitted to Wilford Warfstache.

'STAHAHAHAP YOHOHOHOU FUHUHUHUCKIHIHING AHAHAHASS!!!’

Google shook and writhed defenselessly, Wilford sneered as he reached round to the back of the droid’s neck and squeezed roughly; he tutted a little.

'If only you were more polite, maybe then I’d let up on ya!’

Google grimaced as he shook and seemed to spasm, warm tears streamed down his cheeks. He had no choice. 'M

'PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!’

Wilford grinned satisfactorily as he removed his fingers, Google gasped heavily as his eyes blinked and fluttered.

'Now, that wasn’t too hard was it?’

'Y-YE-ES!!’

Wilford was grinning widely at Google’s flustered demeanour, he shuffled off his thighs and watched curiously as Google breathed and ran a hand through his hair to neaten it. Google was relaxing a little more, especially now that his sensors were no longer being….over exerted, so to speak. There was a little silence as the two of them sat somewhat awkwardly, but after a few minutes Wilford found himself speaking up.

'Look I uh…I’m sorry if I kept asking stuff of you, I get now that it was probably really annoying-’

'Do not apologise Wilford….’

Google interrupted, smiling gently at the normally joyful man; who here and now was plagued with immense guilt. Wilford looked up at him carefully as he rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.

'To be fair, I did not notify you of how I felt, so you are utterly blameless.’

Wilford chuckled with a new grin as Google removed his hand after giving his shoulder a light pat, it was a nice comfort.

'That makes a change…’

Google laughed loudly as he stood, offering a hand to Wilford who grasped it gratefully. They both sighed as they adjusted their appearances accordingly, Google smiled genuinly as Wilford wiggled his moustache reflexively. Said man turned to him with a wide, hopeful expression.

'Ya wanna watch some puppy videos with me?’

Google’s lips wavered. He smiled again but….something in his core seemed to, just pause. And then continue. He blinked amidst his hesitation before nodding, Wilford cheered a little and was none the wiser to what Google had experienced. Wilford grabbed his wrist and dragged Google along. Emotionless. Robotic. A Machine. I think not.

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