#terrorwrecker

Another Terrorohm fic “Brian. Brian, wake up.”

“Hgnn what time is it?”

“Its 4:30 AM.”

“…. then why are you waking me up?”

“Its your turn.”

“It was my turn last night!”

“But you didn’t have to get up last night!”

Really? I didn't know that people don't like it 😢, I think it's a cute ship. I've even noticed Evan pushing the ship with his animated video. 😅😂

I know you sent two requests of this, but I hope it's okay if I only do one. Maybe give me more variety with the ship. I like robot Brian, but idk, I wanna do different things with it. I hope that's okay.

Please enjoy! 😄

~Melon

"Are you feeling alright? No stinging pain or anything?" questioned Ohm, while he does a regular adjustment on a metal arm.

There have been a constant flow of customers in his shop, while he noticed Brian not being present. He built that machine to help him with a steady flow of repairs, but instead his machine would act sarcastic and snappy with him. Ohm didn't really understand the behavior, and maybe it was some odd teenage faze, despite Brian having the appearance of an older male. Maybe some form of error might've occurred during the construction, he wasn't sure of the reasons behind the odd behavior. The only hope he had was that maybe it'll go away, or at least he hoped it wouldn't last. Ohm was good at fixing mechanical parts, but not repair broken relationships or understand other people.

"Brian? I'm done with work? Do you want to go out and eat?" suggested Ohm, since it's a peace offering of sorts.

"I'm not hungry," replied Brian defiantly, while he sat in the living room couch, and pouting the entire time. It wasn't like he needed to eat anyways, though Ohm gave him taste buds to enjoy it.

"I know you're not hungry, I thought maybe we could go to your favorite place. We could have burgers and a milkshake," Ohm pointed out, though his creation wasn't budging.

"I don't wanna, just fuck off Ohm," grumbled Brian, as he expects Ohm to leave like he usually does when he's like this.

At first Ohm stood there, unsure on what to do. He really cared for Brian, not just because he built him with his two hands. They became quick friends, but it all changed when winter was over, which meant more business came his way. Brian started giving him more attitude, and it wasn't Ohm's fault that he was so busy. There was just more accidents, and people roaming around town. Instead of giving up this time, Ohm got on the couch with him, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. This successfully pulled him into a hug. Now Brian couldn't run either, and maybe they could talk it out.

"W-wha? Ohm l-let me go," stuttered Brian embarrassingly, though it didn't seem like Ohm was pulling away.

"No, I'm not letting you go this time. I miss spending time with you," admitted Ohm, though he half expected Brian to try and throw him off.

He kept hugging Brian's head, but suddenly there was a pair of arms that wrapped around him, pulling them closer and not apart. "I miss this too," mumbled Brian into his chest, right now he felt a bit foolish. They stayed like that for a long time, neither of them speaking. Maybe there didn't need to be any words, because all they needed was each other. Ohm planted a kiss on his forehead, but stopped when he felt a hand grope his butt. His face was flushed and he pulled away a bit. He was going to scold him, but then Brian pulled him down for a kiss, and effectively silenced him.