Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

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You and Spamton sit on the loveseat, tucked away in the privacy of your room. Awkward silence leaves you picking at the skin around your fingernails as you try to think of what to say. You had planned out your words on the walk here, but they all turn to smoke in your hands now that you're actually here, trying to set boundaries. ...And engage in any sort of actual vulnerability, now that you think about it. You want to tell him your honest thoughts, but it's... Well, it's harder than you thought it'd be. Flirting and wondering is one thing, but confirming your thoughts to him as much as yourself...

As you shift slightly, you find your eyes wandering to the plush fabric of the loveseat. You leave a considerable indentation, but Spamton, small puppet man he is, makes an adorably small dent. He could be replaced with a large plush toy and it would amount to about the same weight.

He follows your gaze, and his nose wrinkles. He opens his mouth to say something, but he closes it just as soon. He just grips his knees in anxious silence.

Eventually, the strange tension becomes too much for him. 

"What are you wait- [[Waiting In Line Forevver]] for? Just [GET it before IT'S GONE!!!]!" His glasses hide his eyes as he waits for your judgment.

Your mind goes blank. What are you supposed to say to that? 

"I- I want to date you," you blurt out. Immediately, you blush, embarrassed at your bluntness. You meant to build up to it, to make it flowery or exciting or anything romantic, but here you are, confessing in a moment already so awkward that your skin is prickling.

He flushes and furrows his brow, opening his mouth again, but you cut him off just as quickly.

"-But! I didn't like that you linked us without asking or explaining or anything! That was really fucking upsetting, and I still don't really know what to do with it! Even if we end up not working out, we'd still be linked together, right? And that just-" You sigh, trying to slow your words. "-It's fucked up, is what I'm trying to say. I should hate you, I think. But- I like you. A lot."

You feel your stomach fill with butterflies. While you still feel the sting of damaged trust, you mean it when you say "-And I forgive you."

He curls in on himself, threads of his hair hanging down in front of his face pitifully. He looks ashamed of himself, but all the same, his feet wiggle and his face is red as everything hits him.

"So... What does that [find your meaning] for us?" He tries to maintain a guilty expression, but the corners of his mouth twist up in a flustered smile. You know he's struggling to balance the feelings, and you're grateful that he's still listening patiently.

All that you wanted to say comes back to you in a moment of confident demand.

"I want you to tell me more about soul bonds."

You falter at your second point, blushing as you push it out.

"And- I want a safeword."

"Wh-wh-WHAT?? That's- Well, that's sure [[forward to all your friends!!!]], HEaHheahe-" He shivers, blushing even harder at what he thinks you're proposing-

"-Not like that! I mean, I know what they're usually used for, I just- I mean in general. I just want to know that I can trust you to stop if I want you to. So in a situation where, say, you use your magic on me and I don't like it, I know I can-- tell you to stop, I guess? It would just... make me more comfortable to have an agreed-upon term or something..."

"-Oh! Oh. Yes, sure, anything [You Could Ever Want, Here At], angel!~ What were you [Thinking about starting a busines]?" He still seems to have... thoughts, you can see it in the twist of his hand on his knee, but he does seem generally more on the same page as you.