The Operator doesn’t form attachments or bonds. The concept alone was foreign, ill-fitting, and laughable at best. Like asking death itself to spare a mocking jay out of kindness—
So why in the world is there a human standing by his side?
!! The Operator x GN! Reader !!
-> he’s ancient and confused but you are very dear to him I fear ->
Divider by @im4yeons 
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If someone asked him how this happened, he wouldn’t be able to answer.
The operator was older than the soil itself. A creature- a deity who oversaw the land, sea and sky.
He had prided himself on being above humanity, above the finicky mortal needs. Things like touch, acceptance, and affection were all unnecessary. They were considered earthly attachments, and he thought of them as practically worthless.
Tall as the trees and imperceptible to the average mind. He would never be able to understand how deeply humans felt. It was impossible.
He could theorize, perceive their dreams and aspirations through science, but it wasn’t a firsthand account by any means.
Not that it mattered, he didn’t care about the archaic fine print of humanity’s want for companionship. It wasn’t important—
“Sir, can we get food now?”
Or so he thought.
Standing before him was a human. One who lacked fear at that. Still finicky, fragile- yet familiar.
You.
His self-proclaimed favourite mortal.
Blinking up at him from the forest ground, you were none the wiser to his dilemma. Naive was the word he’d use, but at this point, could he even fault you?
He had let you live on a whim. You were intriguing, a little odd, yet he found himself drawn to you. So in a way, he supposed that this was his responsibility to bear.
“Very well.” The baritone resonated through your skull like the ghost of a statement, and you grinned, reaching to cling onto his hand. “Can we get dessert after?” Your request was met with a nod, then he reciprocated your affection.
His palm swallowed yours, overlapping your entire hand, even covering a decent portion of your wrist. “Kay.” You hummed, hurrying to keep up with him.
Except, two steps onto the path, you suddenly stopped. It made him peer down at you expectantly, and you smacked your lips together. That usually meant you were about to ask for something nonsensical.
“Can you carry me?”
There it was.
His befuddlement was understood without a single word uttered, and you swayed on the spot, pouting. “My feet hurt- please? I would carry you if I was super tall.” If he had lungs, he’d sigh.
The operator didn’t know what spell you’d cast on him- because before he could question himself further, he was stooping down. Lifting you by hooking his grip under your thighs, then hauling you up. Your arms circled his neck instantly, and you were held to his chest as he began walking once more.
“I finished putting up the posters really fast today. Did you see?” Your feet dangled, kicking while the branches passed overhead. “Yes.”
However, instead of your usual cheeriness, you remained staring at him, anticipating. Ah, of course. “Good job.” He echoed, and you grinned. “Am I your best worker?” His suit always felt so soft.
It was too smooth to be fabric, yet not exactly like flesh. A mix of the fuzz you would find on the leaves of exotic plants and something alive, as if it were breathing.
The operator’s warmth didn’t radiate from beneath the layers either; instead, it pulsed in the bubble around him.
There was a temperature change of about an inch off his frame, and it reminded you of hovering your hands in front of a space heater. Nearly comforting, even with his otherworldly qualities.
“I thought you were tired.” Almost a tease- he murmured, the crickets chirping faintly in the distance. The twigs were silent under his steps, and his ability to bend your surroundings carried your weights effortlessly.
You hummed. “Only a little- and answer my question!” Your finger jabbed into his cheek, and he tilted his head towards you.
Why on earth does he let you get away with these things? “Yes, you are my best worker.” His reply made you laugh, the blunt tone conveying no tolerance. He sounded mean, but you knew he didn’t mind. At least not enough to correct your behaviour.
“Knew it.” Cocky, you returned to playing with the knot of his tie, the diner finally within view. The forest edge was only a few feet ahead of you, and he carefully set you down.
“Continue your duties tomorrow. I expect you to cover the western territories by noon.” The breeze began to shift, fizzling with an invisible static that signalled his departure— the air grew stagnant when your hand latched onto his. “I mean, I kinda’ hoped we could hang out for a bit.”
Despite his lack of features, his focus bore into you nonetheless. He angled his chin down, glancing at your connection, then back to your face. “You want to… hang out?”
His confusion was tinged with surprise, and you simpered, shrugging. “I don’t know, I only see you when I’m doing work. I wanted to eat dinner together.” You were so terribly peculiar, he thinks.
Such casual wording as if you weren’t speaking to a being that defied all logic. His very existence went against the laws of nature, and still, you clung to him. Asked to spend your free time with him, and would go out of your way to seek his presence.
Your relationship, if it could be called that, didn’t have a label. He simply spared you, just because. There was no rhyme or reason for his decisions, but your proximity to him lingered anyway. How strange of you to believe you could form a bond with something so far from grace.
And perhaps that was why he hesitated.
Not even he himself had an explanation for it- your gaze reflecting a brightness he didn’t have the cruelty to break.
Too fond to be aimed at a creature that had rotted many of your kind, and too vulnerable for him to ruin. He couldn’t understand what was so special about your sanity, what set you apart from the others. Yet it was present, and after a beat, he nodded.
“Mm.” The ambiance filled the woods once more, his influence receding completely. You lit up instantly. “Okay, because I found a clearing last week and it’s like perfect for picnics! There are big rocks to sit on-”
Rambling, you talked as you shuffled away, still looking at him. “I’ll be back in ten minutes tops.” You gave him a double thumbs-up and spun, rushing past the trees.
He watched your figure shrink, perplexed at his own actions. He wouldn’t say he was attached to you, but he wasn’t in a hurry to rid himself of you either. He didn’t know how to categorize you. You weren’t just a tool in his plans to disregard after use, and it’d be ludicrous to define you as a friend. But at the same time, he had agreed to carry you.
The operator permitted you to do things others could not fathom. Him, cradling your body because your feet hurt? It was laughable. Except he had, and now he was waiting for you to order food.
Your touch had become bolder and bolder throughout the days. It had started with you requesting a “fist bump”, then that turned into a high-five. Then it escalated to you asking to hug him as a reward for your diligence. And somehow, he always gave in.
You stopped flinching when he appeared, not dithering before grabbing onto him or calling for him. Your original nerves had vanished, and you would reach to him for safety.
There had been countless times when he had come to check on your progress, only for you to be curled up in tears. You’d spring to your feet, hurrying over with your arms already extended.
Venting about your mortal struggles, the mean people at your day job, and the worries that have overtaken your mind. These moments were crucial to your perception of him- and what did he do? Reprimand you, burn the image of his curse into your memories, the way he had done since the creation of your stars? The way he should have?
If he did, you probably wouldn’t be bounding towards him with upturned eyes, a paper bag in hand.
The blame was his own, as in those moments, he had done nothing but embrace you. Done nothing but brush the salt from your cheeks and ease you with a softness he wasn’t aware he possessed.
If somebody told him that one day, there would be a human who saw him as the sun, he would have painted the oak with their slaughter. For accusing him of something so unimaginable, and for being wrong. He had met you under the moon, after all.
Your shoes thudded against the dirt, the takeout raised over your head. “I’m trying something new. They had a deal going on.” You chirped, and he hummed in acknowledgment, swivelling when you walked in front of him.
Both of you strolled with you in the lead, guiding him to the alleged perfect picnic spot.
You arrived at the destination shortly, and he was ushered to settle on the flat stones at the centre of the clearing. The paper crinkled while you pulled out a tinfoil-wrapped burger, peeling back the layers. You sat side by side, thighs touching.
“You can try my fries if you want.” You said between bites, making him tilt his head slightly. “I don’t need to eat.” You snickered at that.
“Yeah, but they’re good.” Though your logic was awfully flawed, he decided to entertain you. He had already allowed you to get this far, hadn’t he? “My mouth is quite unsightly, little human.” He uttered, and you swallowed, wiping the crumbs from your lips.
“You’re literally smooth everywhere with no eyes, sir. I think I can handle your mouth.” You couldn’t say he didn’t warn you.
It was unnoticeable at first, then a quiet crack. The porcelain-like flesh over his jaw began to split, stretching to reveal a pitch-black void, with the skin near the sides of his face hanging in strands. His maw was gaping, devouring all light, and seemingly endless.
You stared at him, lips parted. “Huh. That’s… cool.” Your effort to hide the evident shock was oddly endearing, and he lowered his face, voice rumbling into the roots as he spoke. “Does it bother you?”
You straightened up. “No! I would never judge you for how you looked, ‘cause that’s mean.” Digging into the bag again, you had your sandwich in one hand, the fries balanced in the other. “Here- try.”
He felt strange picking up fast food from you, the item comically small between his fingers. The single French fry was brought to his mouth, and you observed in amazement while he chewed.
Salty. Not terrible, he supposed. He could see why you liked it, at least. Or rather, he assumed that was the reason. He had never tried human food; he didn’t feel the urge to. The nuance of what exactly made certain dishes appealing wasn’t a priority, so he was basing his knowledge on other factors he’d witnessed in your kind.
“So? How is it?”
“Edible.”
His monotone answer had you snorting. “Well, if you want more, you can have some.” Going back to munching on your burger, you went on to tell him random facts.
Apparently, cows and horses can develop many problems with their hooves due to rocks and stray wood chips. And fish could have wheelchairs to help them swim.
You finished your meal, continuing to offer him bites here and there despite him assuring you it wasn’t necessary. You slouched into yourself once the trash had been shoved aside, the day's toll catching up to you. “Mm, I’ll set an alarm for tomorrow. I wanna’ get the stuff done early.” You yawned, lids drooping.
Your body slumped into him, shoulder to shoulder, when he readjusted himself. Stabilizing you with a large palm on your back. “If you want the energy, you must return home soon.”
You rubbed your eyes lazily. “I know- but I don’t wanna’ walk.” Pouting, you tiredly cuddled into him, and he brushed the hair out of your face. An act a little too human for someone who claimed to be unfeeling.
“Such a handful.” Then you were scooped up, your nose buried in the crook of his neck as he started the trek to your house.
The air in your bedroom warped, atmosphere distorting before shadows climbed up the walls. You were barely awake by the time your frame hit the mattress, and he gently slipped your head onto the pillow.
“Your deadline is extended to dusk. Do not over-exhaust yourself.” His words seeped into your mind like warm fog, making you sag further into the blankets.
“Can you stay until I fall asleep?”
A meek question that held the weight of worlds. He sat on the edge of your bed after a moment, tugging the covers over you. “Rest.” You slurred inaudibly, and faint snores left your lips only a second later.
Looking at you in this state, comfortable beneath the sheets he had pulled onto you. Your trust in him had him mulling over why he went along with your wishes.
Then, with your curtains fluttering and the pale moonlight spreading across the floor, it finally clicked. The rightful title to assign to his anomalous situation with you.
Characters: ticci toby, eyeless jack, masky, hoodie, jeff the killer, homicidal liu, laughing jack
Warnings: none, just sickeningly sweet fluff
ticci toby
- contrary to popular belief, toby only likes physical touch when he’s the one initiating it
- he’ll tolerate the other pastas and proxies tapping his shoulder to get his attention or the occasional rough housing but he doesn’t actually like it that much unless he touched them first (his way of giving silent “permission” to touch him back. he starts half the play fights in the house)
- do NOT hug this man from behind unless you want to be flung across the room
- that being said, you’re his s/o! you get special privileges! touch this man whenever you want, when you’re his lover he encourages it
- ruffle his hair, jump on his back (with a warning), tackle him onto the bed, hang off of him like a sloth if you want. he can’t feel pain so use all your strength to manhandle him, he loves it
- unfortunately with those privileges comes cons too tho
- he’s actually the worst person ever in the summer bc he perpetually wants to cuddle, even when you tell him it’s too warm
- his CIP makes him unable to sense when it’s just way too hot to cuddle so you’re not getting away from him sorry
- full on whines when you try to shimmy away from him while he’s sleeping, AND he forgets how strong he is so he basically squishes you against his chest to make sure you stay put
- “toby. it’s 95 degrees out. I AM SWEATING.”
- “why don’t you love me :(((((((“
- on the flip side, he’s awesome in winter
- he can’t really feel when it’s cold out, so it’s up to you to make the bed all cozy
- but he’s down to snuggle in comfy pjs and layers of blankets. use him as a blanket too while you’re at it. as long as he gets to hold you, he’s cool with however you wanna lay
- he loves being held just as much as he loves holding you
jeff the killer
- yk how some people “cuddle for warmth”? yeah that’s not possible with him
- i mean YOU can warm HIM up if you want but don’t expect his skinny ass to insulate any heat
- he’s super lanky and boney in most places on his body, and he tends to run cold on top of all of that
- actually jeff lowkey sucks to cuddle don’t even bother
- jeffery woods doesn’t DO cuddling. he’s far ABOVE huddling under blankets like stray dogs. he doesn’t LIKE it.
- (he’s lying)
- at first he doesn’t really see the appeal, but he’ll indulge you because he’s oh so generous (i hate him so bad) and he ends up liking it more than he thought
- he prefers to hold you above anything else— slinging an arm over your shoulder on the couch, or plopping you on his lap to watch TV over your shoulder
- while he doesn’t like being held down, he still likes your weight on him in some ways?? like specifically you, your legs, or your head in his lap. easy access for kisses and strokes his ego
- he likes stuff that makes him feel like a MAN ykyk
- but late into the night when he comes home exhausted and covered in sweat he’ll quietly crawl into your lap and promptly fall asleep with his head on your chest. or he’ll sorta curl into your side if you happen to still be awake and pass out with his head on your thigh
- it’s not his favorite activity, but sometimes it hits him all at once that it’s an easy way to be close to you and that’s all that matters in the moment
homicidal liu / sully
- much like his brother, liu also lowkey sucks to cuddle just on account of his lankiness
- but! he at least makes an effort and doesn’t just lay there like a dead fish
- he doesn’t mind being little or big spoon, though most nights i think he’d like being big spoon more (he feels like he’s protecting you)
- i also think liu isn’t big on being held down— so positions where you’re on top of him or pressing your weight down too much aren’t his favorite. he’ll probably tolerate it for you but for his sake pls just put HIM on YOUR lap <3
- i think he likes to be able to look at your face. he loves a good honeymoon hug. he’s so corny
- ok we have to address the elephant in the room
- does sully woods cuddle
- NO 😡
- sorry i lied yeah he does
- granted its not his favorite but he’ll do it if you really want to
- “i have better things to do than hang out in bed 😒”
- “please sully…. :((“
- “……….” <- that’s the sound of a weak man giving in
- especially if he knows you had a bad day, he will hold you and grumpily fluff your pillows and crankily play with your hair and maybe give you a forehead kiss when he thinks you’re asleep
- if liu doesn’t like being held down then sully hates it don’t even try it
- he’ll hold you down tho. perch him on your knee. he’ll frown at you but he’ll let you
eyeless jack:
- it surprised him how much he likes to cuddle bc physical touch isn’t something he’s big on
- he’ll tolerate the necessary actions here and there on his own terms but he prefers to keep his distance. he’ll wave at you politely instead of giving you a handshake ykyk that type of thing
- YOU on the other hand, his s/o, he’s all over you and wants you all over him
- he’d attach you to his side like a barnacle if he could
- he takes immense comfort in having something so sweet and warm to come home to
- his favorite sight is genuinely just you all cozied up in your large shared bed surrounded by blankets and pillows
- jack getting some work done while in bed… on the phone with a colleague… his hand in your hair and your head on his lap…. yes very good.
- he’s very tall so you can big spoon if you want but it’ll be less spooning and more backpacking
- he’s fine w it tho so if you want to, just tuck him in and he’s ready to go
- is this a safe space to say i hc jack can purr because he can and absolutely does ESPECIALLYYYY when you’re laying on his chest or vice versa. he loves being able to hear your heartbeat and also loves engulfing you so the head on chest position is definitely his favorite
hoodie:
- ok i actually hc brian doesn’t really like physical touch at all
- like he doesn’t like when the other proxies or pastas touch him at all, even casual touches
- not that anyone really tries to touch him anyway (he lets tim give him the occasional back slap or shoulder check when he’s feeling testy— brian goads him into it so he can’t complain abt it), but i wanted to mention it
- over the years he’s become increasingly closed off and unacquainted with touch that’s not violent
- the operators static is a constant buzz echoing in his skull, the last thing he wants is anyone touching him
- the distance he maintains is a firm grip on his own autonomy and he’s very protective of it
- but that aside this is YOU we’re talking about!! he loves you. if he were any stupider you could have him on a leash
- he loves holding you oh my god pls let him hold you :’)
- he’s the ceo of hugs from behind
- picture this. eeearly morning, you’re making scrambled eggs for the both of you, he comes behind you and just holds you by your waist and rocks you gently back and forth and kisses the back of your neck. the world (and his head) is quiet for once in this moment
- OHHH HES SO STRONG can a white boy give you a lil princess spin tonight ❤️
- he used to like physical touch in that playful frat boy way before the operator got his hands on him :// so you remind him of those buzzy and warm feelings he used to get when hugging someone he cared about
- or the zero stakes play fighting he used to do (dw he lets you win sometimes)
- he doesn’t say it out loud but there is this very liberating feeling about giving and receiving affection freely
masky:
- listen it’s been a while ok
- it’s been a while since he had a s/o, let alone one that didn’t go running for the hills as soon as they found out his deeper, darker secrets and thoughts
- so for a while there he actually thinks he doesn’t like physical touch. at the very least he doesn’t like when others touch him without permission
- physical touch was far and few between growing up and sure, brian will occasionally lean his body weight against him to shove a camcorder in his face or toby will poke at his arm but he usually answers these antics with a glare because he knows they’re trying to annoy him
- he genuinely doesn’t realize what he was missing until he finally got it
- soft touches are his newfound weakness when he gets to know you. he doesn’t even realize how much he subconsciously wanted it until he gets it
- the gentle doting of cradling his face in your hands or tracing his spine with your fingers. helping him shave in the mornings. scooting into him when he comes home late in your sleep
- sucker for allll that domesticity
- he’s not one for being restricted but he DOES love the feeling of your weight on him, it grounds him and reminds him you’re there
- he is your pillow. your HEATED pillow he’s so warm. use his bicep as a headrest. sleep on his stomach. lay between his legs. the world is your oyster
- i think he’d also give you a princess spin if he were in a particularly lovey mood
laughing jack:
- HES SOOOO STRETCHY OMG
- YOURE CUDDLING WITH GUMBY
- his arms can wrap around you twice over no i dont care how tall or big you are he can and will do it ❤️
- usually LJ likes activities a bit more engaging but he’ll cuddle! he’ll probably end up making you a balloon animal or hand feed you gummies while he does it though
- he likes holding you but you holding him amuses him due to your size difference so he’ll let you if you ask nicely. he thinks you backpacking him is hilarious
- another one who likes to look at your face. he’s so corny
- except for when he’s not corny and he’s just kinda creepy because he’s toothily grinning and staring unblinkingly at you while you try to nap
- it’s ok he’s trying to be cute just let him
- princess spin enthusiast 3.0. except his is more of a “clutch you close to his chest and giddily spin around at a nauseating pace”
- you give him cuteness aggression it’s not his fault
- i think he’d try wacky positions just for the hell of it. like you laying on your stomach and him using your ass as a headrest. him flopped across your body just because he can. maybe even shoving his head under one of your baggy hoodies so y’all can share it and cooing about how he’s gonna crawl inside your skin next
- he’s so silly ❤️
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A/N: as much as i love tim and brian i feel like im not that good at writing them :’)
capturing their personalities is just hard for me for some reason idk
n e waiz i hope you enjoyed, im just yellin into the void so feel free to share your thoughts !
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