Cuddle Wuddles!
Googleplier Green(Lee) x gn!reader
ty anon for the request!
A/N: A bit shorter than normal, but it gets the message across fine, methinks. Lee is emotionally stunted, reader isn’t having it. He eventually gives in. Also I mentioned eyes again since you said you liked yours <333. Cuddles! And fluff. And an emotionally stunted robot. And a bit of Prolonged Eye Contact. Not in detail. Also Lee’s an asshole but we know this. Enjoy!
Word count: 1.2k
Cuddle Wuddles!
You honestly hate him. Really, you do. He’s a bastard and you hate him. A cuddle. That’s all you asked for. A fucking cuddle. Not anything weird or out of the ordinary. And he won’t let you live it down. It’s not like you asked him to hit you or something (not that there’s anything wrong with liking that sort of thing). You shouldn’t have asked Dark if he could visit. You should’ve just… left it alone. You could’ve hung out with Wilford. You could’ve hung out with Derek and it would’ve been a better experience.
“Can I pwease have a cuddwe mistew gween?” He mocked. You sat on your bed, legs and arms crossed as he leaned down near you and teased your simple request. “Do you want to cuddle?''. That’s it. “Pwetty pwease mistew wobot man, I want a wittle cuddwe.” The game he was playing had been long abandoned, the little character waiting patiently in the middle of the screen. The controller had been tossed haphazardly onto the bed nearby and you were tempted to chuck it down the hall.
“Lee. I swear to fucking God. I’m going to kill you,” You point at him warningly. He just taps the tips of his index fingers together.
“May I have a cuddwe wuddle fwom my boyf, uwu?” He was very clearly trying not to laugh. You dropped your hand. His ‘uwu’ voice was starting to get on your nerves. You took a deep breath. No tears. Not now. He’s not being serious. Probably.
“If it’s a fucking no you can just say so,” You grit out. He pauses.
“Oh, come on, I’m kidding!” He laughs. You turn away from him. He scoffs. “Come on…” You stand up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen area.
You walk calmly and you can hear frantic footsteps behind you as he follows. You don’t really have a specific plan, but you want him to feel a little bad. Or at least apologize. Which he won’t. So option one.
“Come on!” He repeats as you start heating up some leftover food. “Babe, I was kidding!” He tends to use “babe” and “homie” interchangeably, as though they are the same word or have the exact same meaning in any context. Which they don’t. But that was pretty fine. Except when he called you “homeslice” when you two had a tender moment after you brushed his hair.
“And I am making food,” You respond. You can feel his baffled expression without even looking. Sure enough, you turned around and he was gaping at you.
“Come on!” He practically begged, “I’m…” You raised your eyebrows. He paused. “I’m… not hungry… and neither are you.” You huffed and spun back around.
Another thing he tends to do is refuse to give an apology in any context, even when he’s wrong.
“Says you,” You snort.
“Yeah, says me, cause I’m right!” He raises his voice a little.
“Uh-huh.” You don’t look at him.
“Babe.”
“Mm.”
“Mate.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Friend?”
“You’re reaching.”
“We can-we can cuddle, if you want!”
“Well, I don’t want to anymore.”
“But--” He let out a harsh breath. You were taken aback by how… sad he sounded all of a sudden. You turned around to look at him. His hands were by his head and his eyes darted across the ground. You tilted your head. He sighed and dropped his arms. “... right. Yeah.” He shook his head and cleared his throat.
“Lee?” You asked, softer.
“Well, when you’re… done eating we can… play… play a bit of Little Nightmares before I go, if you want.” He looked you in your face, but you could tell he was avoiding your eyes. You rolled your eyes.
Emotionally stunted robots.
You put your food back in the fridge and grabbed Lee’s hand. You lead him to the bedroom, him trailing behind nervously. He yelped when you shoved him into your bedroom. He spun around to look at you.
“Wha-” He started with a laugh.
“Do you want to cuddle or not because I’m not gonna do this stupid back and forth all night,” you stated, “Make a goddamn decision.” He stared at you for a minute. You widened your eyes and he coughed and shook his head.
“What? Yeah, I… I’m, uh… sure, yeah, that’s… ok,” He cleared his throat and stood stiffly beside the bed. Your mouth turned up into a smile, though you were still a bit annoyed. You walked over and gently took his arm. You climbed into the bed, him shakily trailing in after. You laid down on your side, getting comfy and looking at him, and waited for him to do the same.
Well, he laid down. That was a start. But his limbs were stiff and he was staring at the ceiling. You watched his face for a little before getting annoyed again.
“Would you fucking relax?” You raised your voice. He jumped and turned his head to look at you. His eyes were a beautiful green, and you silently praised his maker for it. You gave him a soft, warm smile. He relaxed, finally, and turned to you, resting his hands under his head. He stared at you, and you stared back.
After a minute or so of prolonged eye contact, you started to get deeply uncomfortable. You tried looking everywhere but his eyes, but he continued his staring. This was getting weird and borderline creepy. You opened your mouth to tell him so.
“Your eyes are gorgeous.” Your eyes snapped back to his. He was still staring, but it was less focused. More… gazing. You felt your face heat and one of your fingers twitched.
“Lee…” You laughed.
“I could look for hours and never get tired. Like I’m being… drawn in by your tide and swept under the waves.” You blinked. Holy shit. This is what you get? No ‘sorry’s, no ‘i love you’s, BARELY any acknowledgement of any relationship, but you get this after one minute of staring at each other? Really?
“Tell me more.” You smirked and shifted a little closer to him. He hesitantly reached out and poked you in the forehead. “Lee.”
“When you scrunch your nose like that,” He smiles, “it reminds me of the finer things in life.”
“What, like coffee? Chocolate?” You scoff.
“You.” His hand moves to gently grab your chin. He tilts your head left and right, as if he’s inspecting you for something. Or trying to figure something out. You grab his wrist when he goes for your waist.
“You’re being weird.” You squint.
“Am I?” He gives you a smug little grin and quirks an eyebrow. You throw yourself on your back and sit up straight.
“Pick up your damn controller before I start crying.” You sneer. He smiles wide and grabs the controller. You can sense he’s about to start teasing you again, so you give him a pointed look. He keeps his mouth shut, though obviously trying not to smile, and raises his hands in surrender. He sits back against the headboard and you fit yourself in his lap. He wraps his arms around you and holds his controller, you holding his arms. He continues the game.
He plays for a few more hours, commenting every once and a while and cursing whenever he dies. Your eyes start to droop and you feel yourself getting sleepy. You adjust in his arms until your head is laying on his chest. As your breathing slows down and you fall asleep, you hear the faintest “sweet dreams” before you’re out cold.