the lightbrush drabbles

✦ ╮Final Swan Song

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Fluff/Tiny bit of Angsty teen

(Possible S2 Ep15 Spoilers !!)

Plot: Paintbrush and Lightbulb cuddle!!

[Requested by Moonlit_Nova]

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"See you guys later!"

Paintbrush and Lightbulb waved their goodbyes at Baseball, Fan, and Test tube before walking away. Baxter, who was on Lightbulb's head, snipped his claws in a timely manner.

Both Paintbrush and Lightbulb chuckled at this. When he did that, it meant he was a hungry boy.

"Let's head to my room, shall we?"

Paintbrush then grabbed ahold of Lightbulb's hand and walked towards the elevator, pressing the up button. Lightbulb was grinning like a madman and tightened her grip on Paintbrush's hand, definitely not wanting them to leave again.

The elevator arrived with a ding and both objects went inside. Paintbrush pressed the 4th floor and the elevator began to ascend.

"It's been so long since I've.. y'know.. held your hand."

Lightbulb started, breaking the silence (and maybe calming the tension down as well).

"Pfft- of course. We haven't seen each other in like.. 6 years?"

"Now you're making me feel old, silly!"

"Alright, alright. Sorry."

The two exited the elevator and headed towards Fan and Paintbrush's shared room. Paintbrush pulled out the keys from their bristles and unlocked the door. Lightbulb let go of her best friend's hand and flopped on their bed, Baxter being plopped down next to her.

"Hey, hey. Don't mess up my bed, you minx. I just fixed that."

Paintbrush followed suit and lay down on the bed next to Baxter. They reached toward their nightstand and pulled out their phone (that Test tube made) and began scrolling through social media. 

Lightbulb played with Baxter before the latter got tired and was fed. She glanced in Paintbrush's way, wanting more attention from them.

"Paintyyy.. you're not gonna treat me after not seeing me for 6 years??"

Paintbrush's eyes moved to look at the bulb's and they sighed, giving a small smile.

"What could you possibly want, hm?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe your undivided attention?"

She whined, bouncing on the bed. They shook their head and gave in. Paintbrush gestured for her to come closer and patted their chest. Lightbulb's eyes beamed and she rushed to be close to them.

"Warm as ever, eh?" 

She whispered to her dear Painty, curled up near them, head on their chest. Their arm snaked on her glass and gently caressed the smooth surface, emitting a small sound from Lightbulb. A few seconds later, Paintbrush felt a little thirsty and nudged the smaller object.

"Hey, I gotta get water. Stay here, alright?"

Paintbrush then gently pushed her off them and scooched off to the edge of the bed, standing up. They began walking outside, giving Lightbulb a small glance before fully leaving.

...

Lightbulb was alone again.

Oh, but she trusted Paintbrush. They'll surely come back!

Right?

They're gonna leave. 

Lightbulb pulled a pen out of thin air and started clicking frantically, having one goal in mind. It was the same pen Test tube gave to her for emergency.

The only emergency Lightbulb had though, was abandonment issues.

The door slammed open and there was her precious Painty with a cup of water and french fries.

"Lightbulb, I was gone for 5 MINUTES."

The watch, that Test tube also made and gave to Paintbrush so they could see the emergency signal, was beeping really loudly. Lightbulb frowned at them and looked away. Paintbrush gritted their teeth and mumbled to themself.

They approached their silly friend and crawled back into their bed. Their arms spread out, inviting the fragile object to resume the cuddle session which Lightbulb reluctantly gave in to. They rubbed her head and sighed.

"You should really stop abusing that pen, you know?"

Lightbulb just shook her head no and buried her face into their chest, causing Paintbrush to growl.

"Don't leave again, okay? I'll miss you."

Paintbrush pulled her closer, moving her leg to wrap around their waist.

"I promise I'll never leave, okay?"

"Okay."

Lightbulb then dozed off, and Paintbrush was quite the opposite. They sipped on the water before focusing their attention on their friend. They stared at her sleeping face for a while before giving her forehead a soft kiss goodnight. The art tool followed soon after their friend. 

Both sleeping in comfort and the warmth of each other.