builderfan finally meeting builderman but the admins eyes are on you instead (some worker at the doomspire and also builderfans gf prob) and builderfan is like freaking out and fangirling and notices him staring at u and offers to let him fuck u in exchange for keeping in contact…
Hii! Idk if character x reader reqs are still open but if they are, can you do Builderfan x reader when they get a puppy or guinea pig? (If you wonder about the reader's pronouns and gender, I lowk say they/them or smth)
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requests are: open!
A soft thing makes contact with the salesperson and gets stuck in their mind... Though Builderfan wonders whether that is you or the little sweetheart you're holding.
ANON I LOVE YOU I HAVEN'T GOTTEN A REQUEST FOR ANYONE YET SO I FORGOT I COULD JUST WRITE WITHOUT PROMPTING i love this request!! it made me all soft, and so you shall get the softest joy ever from the fan! do forgive my mild sloppiness, i haven't written for them as much as i have drawn them :]
Builderfan was not used to gentleness in a place like this.
Sure, they're durable in being polite as a vendor and a comforting weight to his fellow salespeople, but The Evil is always just... A cacophony, waiting to be reckoned with.
They've heard stories before, as a little one playing in the now rumbling with omen playgrounds; he especially liked the ones implying there's someone underneath, just... Messing with controls and buttons like the world was just clicks away from suffering. It made it easier to accept, easier to have hope when you knew it was in the heartbrick of a robloxian who probably could be swayed into guilt.
It's easier to be hopeful when you think there's calculated control in something so arrhythmic.
...Builderfan is not a little bloxy anymore. Their excited behavior towards authority turned more into a fawn response, an instinct marred into their code. He is just as out of control of his heart as the Disasters were.
But this...
"I found her while scouting Winter Wonderland, the thing was shivering under her fur! I know I don't often ask but..." You scratched behind her ears gently, concern peeling under your irises watching her barely freak out over being cradled by a complete stranger. A thought the shopkeeper kept under their hat bloomed, over how you would react to hold him.
Builderfan wishes their datastrings could be pulled to obey. Actually, scratch that, they already are being pulled. This is unfair.
"Could I take a few rest days to nurse her? Please? I know everyone else is super good at keeping alive!" You encouraged, trust in your just as fanatical as him team making his fingers twitch as he hid an embarassingly bright flushed face behind their RPGS.
He was doing soo good at being normal, don't you think? Please agree, he'll die.
"Ah, I'm sure you can let them deal... I have a few empty boxes from the soda restocks if you'd like some help making her a cardboard cabin!!!" He folded as easily as the Deck o' Cards he arranges in his clammy hands, a flippant attempt to distract himself from your growing hype. Goodness, what a bright light... Telamon would almost confuse you for his ring of fire, you know?
"Really? Oh, perfect! I'll scour for some hay, and— Oh! I can ask my friend for their cosplay fabric to make her some big ole' bedding! Awe, man, our daughter's gonna be so spoiled...I'll be back, gotta go tell Chat we have a Doomspire mascot!"
It's only after he sighs a fond noise in response to the farewell that he freezes. Completely. His Patapon completely loses it's rhythm.
Yours— His—
His brain pauses. And then processes twice too fast to be able to discern which are words and which are the disappointment of the little void blob staring at him. Overcharged with standing straight while his nerves are slamming back and forth across their bones, Builderfan completely folds into their desk; Flustered. Defeated. Destroyed.
He hears a low squee...! beside him
Oh. Right. His fluffy infant. Your fluffy refuge.
He mumbles, freckled cheeks pouting before he pokes her gently right beneath where the spot on her ears were. Right where your hand touched just moments ago.
"Your savior has me limp like you too, little buddy..." Their imagination runs wild like a hamster wheel. The concept of something joint overwhelming. Sure, they call the spire "our" but in the moment it felt... Too right for their own good, daydreaming away of connection like that to share something so heartfelt. But now...
This isn't just connection. This is life itself. Their heart thrums on beat again.
Builderman created life, and today, Builderfan nurtures it with the one thing in the world who fights for it.
"And I'm going to fight for that challenge of theirs, too."
He plucks the guinea pig with gentleness, placing her in a box with a little soda cap full of water.
She peed in their hands.
He complained the whole day to you.
And you?
You could say you have yourself a fan of your own in this shared little song of yours.
