Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Heart-To-Heart - Pt. 2

"Spamton. What do you mean?" There's an unexpected desperation in your voice as the words fall out. Fear, confusion, and anger, even- What did he do? What does this mean for you? He could have asked you, he should have asked you, why would he-?

"11-1-1'm [s0rry]. i WasnT'' i[[n]] [Remote Control]. My [[HeartShapedObject]] has-has-h@s- a [[Min/ndful M3ditatio-n]] of it--s owN, hheEAhHEAEHheEAHEha!!11!..." His laughter rings hollow. It's an apology and a shield, all at once. You can't tell if he's being honest.

You grip his hand tighter. To find the truth, all you have to do is calm your mind and tune into the beating of your heart.

Warmth ripples through your fingers as you open yourself to Spamton's emotions.

Thump-thump.

Fear.

Thump-thump.

Regret.

Thump-thump.

L o v e - 

Suddenly, a wave of self-loathing crashes down on you, slamming any positive emotions down. You hate yourself for what you've done. You shouldn't be thinking these thoughts right now, after hurting them like this. They've been working so hard to help you, and now you've just cha1]ned them to you. You're s3lfish. You nEver learn. They didn'7 want this. Th3y don't want y0u-

"I do want you," you gasp. You're barely aware of your lips moving, of the sounds forming, of the confession breaking free.

But the silence after is deafening, and the words are very real.

A soft static hangs in the air.

Tentatively, sweetly, Spamton just barely whispers.

"You don'7 [[meane]] th@t."

You refuse to let him believe that. You know you're in a foreign situation, confused and emotional, but even so, you know how you feel. When you think back on all the tense moments, the blushing and the flirting and everything in between, you know that it's time to stop denying it. You need to come clean, for your sake as much as his.

"Spam, I... I really, really like you. I-"

"Stop. Plea$e. DoN't saY w0rd$ you d5nt' m3an. It woULd br3@k my-my- [CandyHearts]." He frees one of his hands from yours, reaching out to just barely brush against your cheek. "You ar3 so-so-so- [[Good]] [2] me alreaD.ey. Y0iu don't haV3 to [liar liar] to [[ComFORTABLE]] me," he says, choking on fresh tears. 

"No! No, I would never do that to you," you insist, pressing your cheek fully against his hand. You lean into his touch, cherishing the feeling of cool, strange porcelain. The feeling of him. "Just... listen. Please."

You cradle his other hand in your lap.

"Spamton, I know we haven't known each other for very long. And I know you weren't the best person before, and you still aren't perfect. But I... You're wonderful. I already can't imagine just... leaving, and being without you. You've made my life so much better already. If you can feel me the way I can feel you, then you'll see that I'm telling the truth."

You trace along the joints of his fingers, warm and gentle.

"I don't know if I really do love you. I think maybe it's too soon for that. But I definitely have a huge crush on you," you chuckle, nervous and flushed. 

He looks at you with wide eyes. But as he opens his mouth to speak, you cut him off.

"B-but before you say anything! I get it if you don't want to do anything, but I really hope we can still be friends. And, if that's what you want, just, please, I don't know, pretend I never said anything? And I'll do the same?" You can't meet his eyes.