Flowey x Reader

Chapter 3

You had just walked in to your house, bringing Flowey into the kitchen. Papyrus had gone to sleep already. "Hey Flowey, you want some water??" You ask, looking in the refrigerator for some food. "Umm...Sure..I guess.." He says, looking at the ground. "Flowey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a flower, and flowers need water. It's like how humans need food. Is it weird that I need food??" You ask. He shakes his head no. "Yeah. So it is completely normal for you to need water, okay?? There is nothing wrong with you. Remember that, okay??" You say. Flowey nods his head. You grab a glass, and pour some water in it. You walk over to Flowey, about to pour the water in his pot. "No, don't do it. I can." He says, reaching for the glass with his little leaf arms. "Flowey, there is no way that you can lift this full glass of water. You have little leaf arms." You say. "I can too lift the water. Watch me." He says, trying his best to lift it. You start laughing uncontrollably at him. "Hey!! I can do it!!! Just...Just watch me.." He says, again trying to pick up the glass. He barely lifts it off of the counter, then drops it. You can't stop laughing. "Oh my God Flowey....I..I'm sorry, I just...OMG HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" You say, not able to control your laughter. "Hey, that was better than I did last time!! Last time I....Couldn't even lift the glass off of the counter...." He says, looking away embarrassed. "Oh, come on Flowey, there's nothing wrong with being physically weak." You say, grabbing the glass and pouring the water in his pot. "WOAH WOAH, THAT WAS COLD!!" Flowey says, trying his best to scoot away from the stream of water. "Well, would you rather have freezing water, or steaming hot water??" You ask."Lukewarm water??" He asks. "No. Do you want to be a manly flower, or a pussy flower??" "Well, I can't be a man, because I am a flower, and I can't be a cat either so..." Flowey says, shrugging. "That's not really what I meant..." You say, giggling. "Then what did you mean??" Flowey asks. "Oh...Nothing...." You say, still giggling uncontrollably. "Whatever. I'm tired. Can we go to bed now??" Flowey asks. "Sure...Let's go." You say, walking up the stairs.

~Time Skip~

You wake up to Flowey patting your face repeatedly with his little leaf arms. "(Y/n)......(Y/n), get up....(Y/N)!!!!" He says. You look at the clock. It says 11:41. It's the afternoon. "Flowey, it's too early for you wake me up. Let me sleep for another 12 hours." You say, turning over. "No, you need to get up." He says, making a pouty face. "Aww, you look so cute with a pouty face." You say, laughing at Flowey. "How many times do I have to tell you?? I AM NOT CUTE!!!" He yells. "Aww, is the little baby mad??" You say, imitating him. "Yes, as a matter of fact, the little baby is mad." He says, and crosses his leaves. "Oh, come here, you cinnamon roll." You say, and pull him into a hug. "H-Hey!!! Let me go!!!" He says, barely struggling against your grasp. You jump out of bed, and start running around the house. "NOPE!!! YOU ARE TOO ADORABLE FOR ME TO LET YOU GO!!!" You say, laughing. "HEY!!! I SAID TO STOP CALLING ME ADORABLE!!!" He yells back at you. "Flowey, you know me. I am never going to stop calling you adorable." You say. "I'm tired now. That's all the running I will do for the rest of my life." You sit down on the couch, putting Flowey in your lap. "No, what you need to do is exercise." Flowey says, and smirks at you. "Eww... What is...Exercise??" "You are hopeless, you know that??" "Yes I do, thank you very much." "You're welcome, asshole." Flower says, again smirking at you. "No problem, douchebag."You said, smiling at him. "What is a 'douchebag'??" Flowey asks. You burst out laughing. "You do not want to know...Trust me..." You say. "Okay, whatever. Let's just watch some T.V." Flowey says. "Yes, your highness." You say, and turn on the T.V.

You have been watching T.V. for about half an hour, when Papyrus comes downstairs "Hey Paps!!!!" You say, smiling at him. "HELLO HUMAN!!" He says, coming to sit beside you on the couch. Flowey gives Papyrus a mean look. You look at him, raising one eyebrow, silently asking "Why are you mean mugging Papyrus??" Flowey rolls his eyes and looks back at the T.V. 

After an hour or so, Papyrus says he's going to make spaghetti, and you and Flowey are left alone. "Flowey, why were you looking at Paps like that?? He didn't do anything wrong." "Yeah he did...He..." Flowey whispered something under his breath, and you couldn't hear it. "What was that?? I couldn't hear you." You said. "Nothing." He says, turning away from you. "Flowey, I'm getting sick and tired of you getting all pissy, and then you don't even want to talk about it when I ask." You say, getting angry at the little flower. "I just don't tell you because you wouldn't understand. You would judge me. You wouldn't-" His voice cracks "You wouldn't understand what I am feeling..." He says, with tears in his eyes. "F-Flowey...Look, I'm sorry I got mad at you, okay?? I'm just tired of you getting emotional and not wanting to talk about it. If you want to talk about it, I'm here, but if you just want to sit there and be a pussy and not talk about it, don't cry to me, okay??" You say. "Yeah. Okay." Flowey says. "So, do you want to talk about it??" You ask. "...No...Not yet..." Flowey says. You sigh. "Okay. It's okay Flowey." You say, wrapping your arms around his pot. 'Damn, what is it with him?? Why do I feel so bad for him?? Do I.....Am I starting to like Flowey??'