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moon1ee · 1 year

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there is something to be said about jimmy’s death. something to be said about a curse looming over his head that they keep mentioning, as if repetition will dull the pain, will cause the bleeding wound to scab over and form calluses. something to be said about bdubs throwing himself forward, shouting “KILL ME”, something about joel trying to sacrifice himself. the love was there. so was the fear. the canary sings a warning. then comes the bloodshed.

grian watches joel out of the corner of his eye, taking slow steps over the ramshackle bridge that looks over the server. joel sprints ahead, careless, movements strange and distorted, body tensed, fingers curling. the setting sun flashes red back into his eyes. a bloodied reflection. he is being reckless. he is going crazy. grian remembers last life, remembers passing through and hearing joel’s ear-spitting screaming, remembers cracking open a laugh as bloodlust that should not exist under stained green thrums through him. HOW ARE YOU DOING, JOEL, he called, and there is a snarl in response. “going a bit mad, going a bit MENTAL.”

joel was, in a word. dedicated. the best of them. the worst of them. grian remembers a pack of wolves, remembers fingers curling into pale fur, remembers agonized cries as the dogs fell.

he cannot ignore the similarities. run, rabbit, run.

he makes plans, he plots. he feels the time tick down. sends down explosives. one takes out four. he laughs, ear-splitting, thinks, i’m learning.

four. five. six. seven. he loses count. he doesn't stop.

joel’s teeth keep flashing.

grian sneaks down, around, ducks his head, whispers allyship to bigb and pearl, feels eyes humming around them.

he will not stop planning. he needs allies, in a place like this, after he loses his.

joel, he says, just kill me. the man glances at him, once, does not respond.

into battle they go. smoke rises in his lungs. scar, grinning, scar, falling, scar, protesting not to kill his beloved animal.

grian sees a creeper sneak up behind him, almost hisses a warning, stops himself. waits. watches. scar turns his head, jumps back, laughing. he has learned, too.

joel’s time is running out. grian runs after him.

joel is being reckless. he goes after scar. JOEL JUST KILL ME, grian shouts. "NO, NOT YOU," joel screams. "I'LL KILL HIM INSTEAD."

grian remembers a hand that stayed ever dedicated to the coming winter.

DO IT, and joel splits him, and then someone else, and then dies, the absolute fucking idiot, and they are. back where they started. or maybe right where they will end.

joel looks rabid in the moonlight. grian makes plans for when he is gone.

joel, just take one of my lives. just do it. "no," joel says, turning around, eyes searching frantically for something, for butter yellow canary wings that do not fill the space any longer, hands reaching to claw around grian's wrists, nails stinging, drawing blood. "you have to win," he says, pleads, begs, "for us. you have to."

grian says nothing.

joel is being reckless. he runs ahead. “scar-“ grian swallows down the name, frantic at the flash of red rushing off without him. JOEL.

lightning, singing his back. he turns. silent. shocked. remembers a hand’s agonized scream. remembers an attempt at revenge that ended him.

the bad boys were never that army of dogs in renchanting, were never loyal enough for it. too brittle, too untrusting, even jimmy. especially jimmy.

there is a tombstone. grian does not grieve. his sorrow is short-lived. he has a new alliance now, new loyalties. ones that may be smarter. it is for the best.

tick tick tick.

his wrists still ache.

edit: cross-posted on ao3!

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saucymalum · 11 months

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Who fell first, and who fell harder MCYT

George: You fell first and harder

Dream: He fell first and harder Sapnap: He fell first, you fell harder

Tommy: He fell first and harder

Punz: You fell first and harder Foolish: He fell first, you fell harder

Quackity: He fell first and harder

Wilbur: You fell first, he fell harder

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majickth · 1 year

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[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]

According to Pearl, it’s tradition for newcomers to eat their first meal at the Stress-Free Diner.

“It’s, like, a welcoming thing, y’know?” She shoveled another forkful of pancakes into her mouth. “And everyone goes here, so it’s a nice way of saying hello.”

More likely that she simply wanted a free meal, as I ended up paying for it, but I won’t deny that she was right about feeling welcome.

There was an air of familiarity as folks slipped in and out of the diner, trading hellos with the cheery-faced waiter. From the corner, I could hear Cher crackling out of an old radio, the melody partially drowned beneath the chef’s own rendition from the kitchen. I stuck to coffee and eggs, but after much insistence from Pearl, I finally caved and ordered the pie. Which, yes, really is the best around.

Several people stopped by our booth, mostly to say hello to Pearl or introduce themselves to me. None seemed to recognize me as anything other than her brother. It was surreal. Maybe even a little relieving.

She must’ve seen the look on my face, because at some point she nudged my leg and gave me a small smile. “See?” Pearl said. “Welcoming.”

I merely hummed in quiet concession, sipping my coffee as I watched a small town come to life in a tiny little diner.

[End of transcript.]

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gayritory · 1 year

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!GN Dating quackity headcannons! (fluff warning!)

this is in an headcannon format but it has details like it's a story!

Tws: cussing, DARK HUMOR, use of y/n,no care for punctuation, fake addictions

TYPE OF LOVE;

The type of love you feel with quackity is one of a kind.

It's not the physical love, it's not the gifts, it's not the words, it's not the gifts, and it's not the act of service.

It's the silence. It's the feeling you both feel together. It's the euroma or vibe that surrounds you both. It's the tension. It's the content feeling of what the other person feels, and it feels like home.

In other words the type of love is what you feel for each other.

(you'll recognize what I'm talking about the more you get into the story!)

PLAYFUL INSULTS:

y'all insult each other so much.. (like it's kinda concerning...)

it's getting to the point where you'd tell each other to jump off a cliff.

"y/n...What'd you do if i was at the edge of a cliff?"

"I'd ask you to do a backflip "

"Y/N-"

"I dare you."

"Y/n I'm not jumping off a cli-"

"NO BALLS??!"

Most couples compliment each other on looks, but you'd rarely see that happening in your relationship.

"your a fucking disgrace y/n".

"shut up quackity! You look like an Edgar combined with Justin Bieber"

"y/n……..to far"

"not my fault you look like that"

"SHUT UP! you literally walk like Daffy duck! No not even walk, you wobble"

You don't have to worry about getting disgusted looks in public from PDA! you'd instead get annoyed looks from you both bickering too much.

Arguments like these always end up with you loving the way how both of you connect. The playful feeling bouncing off of one another and on to each other. You endear the feeling of how you both match each other's energy.

CONTAGIOUS LAUGHTER:

The contagious breakout is usually started by either one of you stumbling with your words..

"okay c-chat, me and y/n went t-to the sToRe the o-o-other d-day-"

all hell breaks loose.

When you guys start laughing there's no stopping until you both run out of breath.

Usually contagious laughter is from the sound of the other's voice, but your guy's contagious laughter is from the fact that one of you is happy and content.

It's the fact that your loved one is feeling happy, so the happy energy that surrounds them ends up surrounding you.

LOPSIDED SMILES:

THIS IS A BIG THING IN YOUR GUY'S RELATIONSHIP!

you know quackity's little lopsided smirk?

yeah, that!

it could be at social events when a fan asks you a question, or it could even be when your both with a group of friends and you just zone out.

In other words, everytime you talk with passion, quackity will ALWAYS smile with adoration towards you.

usually you never notice him smirking at you but, of course chat points it out!

he ignores the chats 'awws' until a dono mentions it; he just simply replies by saying "shut up".

they're was this one time you caught him glancing up at you while you rambled- your rambling always causes him to slightly smirk at you in content...

Your passionate energy bounces off of you and on to him and he just adores the feeling of it!!

"chat, you can't see my shirt? Here, I'll stand up!"

"My cousin gave me this shirt for my birthday! It's been awhile since i met them but, hopefully i can visit them in the summer- OH MY GOD QUACKITY YOU SHOULD COME WITH ME!! it'd be so fun for you to meet my family-

You then look down to see a boy in an awe coma.

Nothing is in his head except the feeling of adoration! adoration of how much he loves your passionate energy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?

When you're happy, he's happy.

"QUACKITY STOP! your making me feel all blushy inside!!!"

ever since that moment you caught him staring, you paid extra attention to see when he slyly smiled at you so you decided to start smirking back at him.

The feeling you feel when you return his small smiles makes you feel all warm inside.

Your relationship is 100% reciprocated and is not one sided at all.

whenever you reciprocate each other's ways, it gives another reason as to why your soulmates.

COUNTING HIS MOLES:

it's a weird thing you do..

instead of counting sheep when you can't sleep, you count quackity's moles instead.

you end up noting down how many moles you counted each night to see the difference.

one night you were just counting his moles and noticed you counted 50 more today than yesterday!

"QUACKITY!!"

"Y/N? what the fuck-"

"HOW'D YOU GROW 50 MOLES IN A DAY??" are you dying???"

"bye. I'm sleeping on the couch."

In the morning you ended up telling him what you've been doing at night, and ever since then he always teases you.

"CHAT, do you know what y/n does to me while i sleep?

"quackity….no. sto-"

"SHE COUNTS MY MOLES!"

"ITS NOT THAT BA-"

"YOU LITERALLY STARE AT ME WHILE I'M IN MY MOST VULNERABLE STATE!"

"STOP MAKING ME SOUND LIKE A CREEP!"

deep down quackity is in awe that counting HIS moles helps you fall asleep! He loves that even the most random things about HIM could bring you to peace.

The fact that counting HIS moles brings you to comfort, makes him feel comforted as well.

But, no one needs to know about that! he will always end up teasing you about counting his moles no matter what he feels.

HATS:

quackity obviously loves beanies, but on the other hand you prefer bucket hats! So, tons of arguments arise;

"Y/n you look like you're to jumanji! Bucket hats make you look like you're going to the jungle."

"BEANIES SHOW MY WEIRD HEAD SHAPE"

Usually you both make fun of each other's looks.

But,this time he wanted to argue against your self-discrimination because he didn't want to give you another reason to hate beanies!

"YOU DON'T HAVE A WEIRD HEAD SHAP-"

"YES I DO"

"NO YOU DONT"

*sigh*

"quackity…. my head looks like a baked bean."

after all your bickering you both FINALLY came to an agreement! you wear your bucket hats and quackity wears his beanies!!

YOUR TRUCE ENDED UP WITH YOU BOTH GETTING TONS OF HATS THAT MATCH!!

It brings you to excitement whenever someone asks about your "jelly" bucket hat!

It reminds you of the relationship you have with quackity, the relationship that led to you both getting matching hats!

No matter how many times you get asked about the hat, you could never get tired of explaining that quackity has a matching "peanut butter" beanie.

You literally could never get tired of talking or explaining about quackity.

THINKING ABOUT HIM:

This is a simple cute thing; everytime you see the color yellow or navy blue you end up getting reminded by quackity.

Another simple cute thing would be to SOMETIMES get duck themed things for him! but, EVERYTIME? And i mean EVERYTIME you go out and see something duck themed, you get it for quackity!

every time you leave you have to end up coming back home with at least 3 duck themed items

you get him the most useless stuff; a screw driver with the head of a duck, a duck themed nail polish, a duck cat toy (you guys don't even have any pets!!), and way more random things!!

At first you got him the duck themed things because it was cute, but now you start looking for the most random things ON PURPOSE so you could get a reaction out of quackity.

Each others reactions and reassurance is what makes this relationship unique.

It then came to the extreme of getting him a duck shaped lawn mower!

"y/n……….."

"my dearest y/n….i appreciate you so very much, but what is this?"

Little did you know that you weren't the only one acting in this facade, quackity knew that you did this on purpose, but this just led him to loving your relationship more!

"it's a ducky lawn mower…!"

"bUt We LiVe In An ApArTmEnT!!!"

You love doing this just to get a remembrance on why you love your relationship with quackity so much.

"y/n, how much was this…"

"LOOK HOW CUTE IT I-"

"y/n. How. Much. Was. THIS."

"758…"

"YOUR RETURNING THIS"

"CAN WE AT LEAST TAKE IT FOR A TEST DRIVE AT THE PARK?"

"fine"

At least the park got a good trimming in the end of all this!

LATE NIGHTS:

Since both you and quackity have school, your late nights are filled with you both studying side by side.

The comforting silence while studying with Quackity is one of the best feelings.

But sometimes you guys end up spicing things up and share ear buds that end up tangled!

Even the music doesn't separate the tension surrounding you both.

Usually in relationships at least one person is responsible for bedtime, but you both are equally late studiers! (Like I said, your basically a copy and paste of quackity)

Since you both didn't get any sleep in the night due to studying, you both end up sleeping in and waking up to the bright, sunny afternoon!

LAS VEGAS:

You both went to Los Vegas a joke because of quackity's Minecraft server;

"CHAT THIS WEEK IM GOING TO LOS VEGAS WITH MI AMOR! I'm going to gamble till i have enough money to buy the whole casino!"

Turns out he was wayyy off, he didn't even end up having enough money to buy the chocolate bar he promised!

"i think it's time to leave quackity...

"no NO! Y/N! I JUST WON 5 BUCKS FOR YOU MI AMORE!!!"

"quackity if you even won 3k, we'd still be at lost of money from when we started!"

Just like your fake addiction to buying random duck things for quackity, quackity had a fake gambling addiction as well!

He does this for the same reason you do your "addiction". he wants to see your reactions to his goofy, love-side that wants to give you something, but instead of a duck lawnmower it's money and a casino!

Just like how he secretly knew about yours "addiction", you secretly knew about his!! It brought you joy that you weren't the only one finding pleasure in your "relationship games"

Because of quackity's protest you guys started doing monthly trips to Los Vegas.. he was determined to buy the casino for you.

Even though he never bought the casino..

everytime you left the casino paradise, you both ended up losing more money then what you came with! but that doesn't even matter since that quackity doing this for your guy's personal amusement was more than enough for you.

HAIRCUTS:

You used to beg quackity for a haircut, but now you started to beg him for a haircut just to get his reaction! you love the way he is.

"quackity you haven't had a hair cut in a decade!"

"WHY DOES IT MATTER, NO ONE SEES MY HAIR ANYWAY!"

"I SEE YOUR HAIR"

"Oh wow! So you don't love me for who I am? I have to change myself for you? WOWWWWWWW!!!"

"N-NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M SAYI-"

"NOPE! I now see your true colors….. y/n, or is that even your real name??......"

"Quackity what the actual f-"

"MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH LIES!!"

You love the way this relationship makes you feel. It's immaculate!! no one has ever made you feel this comforting, goofy way you except quackity.

PHOTO OF YOU:

quackity always carries a picture of you both in his wallet!

He loves being reminded of you no matter the situation!

One time he was doing a cooking stream with George and his wallet fell out of his pocket.

chat was spamming about who that was! (they couldn't see your face cause of how blurry it was for them)

"CHILL! chat chat! I'm not cheating on y/n you blind chalupas!

you'd think something got leaked but in reality your relationship is very open to the public and quackity loves talking about it.

he then happily brings the photo up to the camera with a smile on his face!

George knowing full well he's going to spend a full 20 minutes talking about you.

Whenever he's reminded of you his face lights up due to the fact of him remembering the way your existence makes him feel.

"chat this is y/n! if you're new you might know them by y/s/n (your streamer name)!

"we've been public for almost 2 years! This photo is the photo on our 3 day anniversary!"

"chat! quackity can't go one second without talking about y/n!

"shut up George, I'm not done talking!"

He loves talking about you so much, whenever someone brings you up he always has to say something!

you can visibly and audibly see the difference between him talking normally and talking about anything that resolves around you.

LATE NIGHT DRIVES:

It started with the first time you noticed quackity was feeling home sick. And since you both feel each others feelings it hurt you as well!

You decided you wanted to fix both of your feelings on going out for a night drive!!

You decided to get some taco bell since, it was the only restaurant closest to being a Mexican that was being opened. You just wanted to give him something that could remind him of home.

"Maybe it'd taste like home tacos??"

"y/n this taste nothing like my mama's tacos!"

"oh-"

"It taste like absolute shit"

"sorry! I just thought that maybe it'd remind you of your home life and you'd feel better! I didn't know you'd hate i-"

Quackity abruptly looked at you with a half of a taco hanging out of his mouth;

"NO NO NO! Talking shit about tacobell helped me feel better about being homesick!"

"I love what you DO for me. I love what you do TO me. But most importantly I love you."

These night time drives soon became a weekly occurrence!

Eating some random food while being parked in the middle of a stoplight became a habit for you both!

these night drives has been your guy's get away from the harsh reality and it has been an escape to your relationship reality..

Going on these night drives reminds both of you that you still feel the same feeling as you did before. just because life is tough doesn't mean that feeling ended. All you need is a little quiet-time TOGETHER to be reassured of your love.

HOLDING HANDS

I feel like Quackity isn't an extremely physical affection person.

but one thing for sure is that he WANTS to hold your hand, the only thing is that he's embarrassed and doesn't know how too.

it usually starts with him nudging your arm or him getting close to you..

Sometimes he even puts his hands in your hoodie pockets to get your attention.

The moment you noticed that holding hands with Quackity was not a playful thing, but more of a 'I'm so greatful for you and i love you so fucking much thing' was when Quackity was driving down a long rode on the express way.

There was no other car on the never-ending slim road, which was surrounded by grass that went on for miles.

The HD view of the sunset, with a hint of peaceful breeze coming from the cracked down window.

The silence was extremely comforting and cozy.

This situation made you feel at home

Quackity gave you his signature smirk, and you decided to take matters in your own hands.

literally.

You took quackity's unaccompanied hand in yours, causing Quackity to give your hand a little squeeze but instead of letting the squeeze go, he kept the same compression.

You both gave each other comforting smiles that lasted dangerously long. But soon later you both ended your shared smiles, still staying in a slightly tight handhold whilst looking and driving out into the sunset.

In this moment no words needed to be said to know what this hand holding gesture ment.

no cuddles or hugs could compare to the feeling you feel while holding hands with Quackity.

feelings of a mixture of comfort, cloud 9, warmth, and happiness, the feeling cant be described in a word but a description; a comforting content feeling filled with warmth, the feeling is as intense as getting burnt alive.

No word could summarize this feeling but, the closest thing to that word is home.

Being around Quackity is a full abyss of unseriousness, warmth, and energy.

The love is rarely spoken or noticed in words but every, lopsided smile, hand hold, eye contact, thought of each other, shows the same type of feeling that you crave.

The main reason you're with Quackity is for the "feeling" you feel with him.

Your love and comfort for eachother shows the most when no words are spoken, the extreme feeling shows most when you hold hands, or when lopsided smiles are shared, but most importantly being in each other's presence.

you're a copy and paste of each other, you do everything for each other, you know each other's motives, and no one is left out.

Everyone and everything in this relationship is equally involved.

you both are truly soulmates in the most literal scientific way.

THE END

other dating headcannons!!

GN!Karl Jacobs x reader

A/N

notice how the "hand holding" and "late night" hand cannons had 0 dialog in it!! yeah I was just trying to show how strongly i feel about how the love from each other would be from mostly energy and the feelings you feel.

I got kind of deep into this because I had the same type of love with someone and I desperately crave it again. I don't miss them as a person but I miss the relationship we had. i was the one who said and did stupid shit for their protest, seeing them happy and reciprocating the same energy as me made me feel like I'm liked. We weren't dating but we just had this amazing flirty, joking relationship that i need agian

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definitelynotshouting · 1 year

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sometimes u are bit with the scarian rabies and the only cure is to write neck smooches about it

thanks @squish--squash for the unintended prompt, heres a funky little unedited snippet for your woes and troubles<3

Scar has his hands on him before the door even closes; Grian's pushed against the warm sandstone wall with one firm shove. Scar crowds in after him, nuzzling into the space between his neck and shoulder, sending shivers up Grian's trapped spine. "Hi, Scar," Grian says, a little punched-out, and a whole lot breathless. "Hi, yourself," Scar murmurs against his neck. He presses a close-lipped kiss to Grian's carotid. Hovers there, breath fanning over the sensitive skin. "Border look okay?" "Border was fine," Grian scrapes out as Scar nudges his head further to the side. "Uh, Scar, are you– this isn't very normal, Scar." "Sure it is," Scar says, pressing another kiss to Grian's neck. He pauses. Dips to press another, and this time his mouth opens slightly, chapped lips gently scraping. Grian goes rigid as a wave of heat rushes through him. "You were gone! I missed you." "I was gone for ten minutes." "And I missed you for ten minutes," Scar responds patiently. His lips curve into a smile against Grian's neck, then a small trail of kisses are peppered into his skin from collarbone to jaw. Each one goes off like a firecracker, scattering sparks beneath his sternum. Grian lets out a shaky breath. "Scar–" he says, because someone needs to have sense around here. "Scar, if we're caught being distracted–" In direct response, Scar folds two soft kisses into the corner of Grian's jaw, just underneath his ear. Every inch of him melts; Scar's large hands curl into the fabric over his waist, holding him steady. "What was that?" Scar's voice is light and sunny. "Sorry, G, I don't think I heard you there–" "I'm going to kill you," Grian says when he's caught his breath, surprisingly even. He reaches up with both hands to grip Scar's shoulders, digging his nails into thin grey skin. "Stop teasing and actually kiss me." "Hey, I thought I was the one giving orders around here," Scar grins, but does as he's told without any further complaint.

#scarian #goodtimeswithscar #grian #3rd life #trafficshipping #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #shouting speaks #my snippets #MAN. THIS ISNT ANYTHING TO WRITE HOME ABT BUT GODS I DO LOVE NECK SMOOCHES #[shaking and shivering like a hypothermic chihuahua] i need to write i am fed's sequel. i need to write i am fed's sequel. i n #dont mind me just being homosexual on main #you know how it is #txt

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cryptic-bee · 5 months

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Untitled TCD!Cleo and Scar fic (1/5)

and it's staying untitled because my stupid ass can't decide a name for it <3

Idea from @/stiffyck and its silly anons that plagued me with TCD brainrot hehee

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CW: Scar has a gun and attempts to use it (he does not (sorta))

Cleo finds herself lost in another Hermit's past after an experiment with their time magic goes wrong. Maybe, just maybe, they'll find a reason to leave to stay.

Also it/he TCD!Scar and Time Witch!Cleo my beloveds

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Cleo knew a lot of things.

It came with being one with time, they supposed. They had to know things. It's what they were made for, to know and to learn and to teach and to repeat the cycle over and over again. To keep the flow of time running calmly through the gaps between their fingers, pulling loose strings tighter and tighter till the weak ones snapped and faded into a void of forgotten, making paths for new rivers of timeline to flow in their place. Cleo knew a lot of things. Most things, some would argue.

She certainly didn't know what to do about this.

Because now she stood in unknown territory, a server she'd never even heard of - What in the Void's name was a 'TCD'? It was a hardcore server, judging by the line of tiny, pixelated hearts now altered on her wrist. And there were, in her opinion, an obscene amount of zombies around. Actually, it seemed like there were only zombies around - none of them paid her any mind though. A perk to being somewhere between alive and dead.

So they began to explore this new world, curious but always cautious. They knew better than to let their wonder overtake their logic, knew better than to let their guard down when their mind was screaming danger. They knew to stay alert at all times. Which proved them useful, when a click went off behind them.

Cleo whipped around as soon as the sound went off, eyes widening when something that definitely was not an arrow shot through the gap in their abdomen, missing their lower rib by mere centimeters. After making sure the object didn't knock anything loose, her eyes darted up to meet the face of a terrified kid, maybe in its late teens? It didn't look very old, and he definitely didn't look like he should be holding something that was meant to kill her.

Still, child or not, nobody sneaks up on ZombieCleo like that and gets away with it.

"What the FUCK was that for?"

Good to know cursing was enabled here.

The kid flinched, fumbling with the thing in its hands - it was a gun, Cleo finally realized, more modern looking than the one she'd temporarily received from Pirate Joe back in Empires. His eyes were opened wide, staring them down as it tried and failed multiple times to get a sentence out.

Cleo scoffed, stepping forward. It was enough to snap him out of his trance, cocking the gun again before aiming it at her with a hint of expertise that had them stunned as they swiftly retracted their steps.

"You can speak-" The kid muttered, mostly to itself. "You can talk, how the hell can you talk-"

"Ey. Language, kid. You're like- What- 12 years old?"

"12 years-" He stopped, glaring at them as they held back a laugh. "How are you talking!?"

Cleo waved their hands as they very seriously replied. "Maaaagic~"

When his response was to point the gun at what would be her heart, she rolled her eyes. "You're no fun."

"And you're supposed to be dead," It snapped back, though they could see his hands shaking against the barrel and trigger. "Or..undead? Sorta dead- You're not supposed to talk!"

Deciding that maybe preserving their life was more important than messing with this kid, Cleo carefully pushed the weapon away, then shrugged. "I'm not a zombie, Mr. Trigger Happy. Or- Technically I am, I guess? But I'm not- Y'know, I'm not, like, a mob zombie. I'm a..player?" Is that what Martyn said they were called? Cleo could never be bothered to listen to his crazed ramblings.

That seemed to be good enough for it, shoulders falling slack for a blink of a second before he had his gun trained on her again. "No, that's not- That's not possible. I'm the only player left."

Only player left? Cleo chose not to question it. Instead they held out their wrist, showing the health bar imprinted into their skin. "Well clearly, you're not anymore."

And then he froze, and Cleo wondered if she'd be able to reverse whatever freaky time magic she accidentally caused to get here in the first place. Because having a child point a gun to her not-heart in a world full of reminders that she wasn't human anymore was not how she planned to spend her Saturday afternoon. Was it even Saturday still? How much of the main Hermitcraft timeline has she screwed up by meeting this kid? Because she must've known him in current time, right? Void, she was going to kill Zed when she-

Their thoughts were cut off at the sound of a shaken exhale.

He nearly fell over with how hard he'd begun trembling, flinching away when Cleo attempted to reach for him before he did. It wasn't hard to figure out why he'd reacted that way, trying so desperately to not let tears slip. In the moment Cleo had been thinking, he had been as well. And it didn't take long for Cleo to realize what it was he was thinking about - he wasn't alone anymore. That's what they had accidentally told him, that he wasn't alone anymore. They mentally scolded themself for it.

Because being Cleo meant she had to know things. And she knew a lot of things. She knew of timelines where her friends were suffering, being taken from the lives they once knew only to be thrown into a cage of misery, and there was nothing she could do about it. She knew of timelines where she was the one to suffer, and Void did she wish she could wipe her memory of those ones.

And despite the few where things were good, where their friends loved and were loved and lived lives of genuine joy together, they knew of thousands of timelines where the only constant was pain and agony and torment in the worst possible ways. They knew of timelines that made them physically ill to think about. This was one of those timelines, they realized. This kid, this younger version of someone she would die for in the present times, someone she loved, was raised in one of those timelines.

This kid has been alone his whole life.

And what were they meant to do, knowing that? They couldn't change this life for him, because this was someone's history - someone's past that they were unintentionally invading for what was supposed to be some silly Zedvancement experiment gone wrong. It was bad enough that they were here, talking to him, making her presence known and Void it was entirely her fault but she was really going to kill Zed for this.

But it was hard not to notice the way the kid looked exhausted, thin beneath his baggy clothing and deep half circles etched beneath his eyes, like it'd done nothing but survive its entire life. How it flinched at every small noise, hands tensing against the deadly weapon in its hands and no child should feel the need to have a deadly weapon in its hands. He was afraid. Living - no, surviving on a life of constant fear and adrenaline.

A low groan emitted from an undead stalking toward the two. The kid fumbled with his gun, just barely getting it in position before the realization hit it that the mob- the entirety of the small horde previously wandering near them, now that it noticed, was backing away. Completely avoiding them now. An idea struck her.

"They're not going to come over here, you know," Cleo, in a voice so soft she didn't think she'd ever be able to mimic again, offered him, holding back a laugh when it yelped as if he'd forgotten she was behind him. "The zombies, I mean. They avoid me."

They shouldn't be doing this.

His voice came out hushed, somewhere between awe and disbelief. "They won't?"

But then he turned back to them, and something protective burned in them upon seeing the remaining tears drying on his face. "..How do I know that?" How do I know you're not a threat?

You know better than this, Cleo.

"You don't have to trust me. But you have eyes, you can see them walking away from us right now." She stepped toward it, and this time it didn't back away. "You'd be safe." I can keep you safe. He nodded, slowly, not quite trusting yet.

She wasn't entirely sure why she was doing this, letting her guard down - promising something she had no possible way of permanently keeping. It went against every rule she'd set for herself when it came to visiting other times. Don't let your guard down, don't get attached, don't interact. Maybe it was the knowing that somewhere in this kid's future, they are friends. Somewhere in its future he is free from this world, safe in a server full of life and love and in one of those good timelines she had been thinking about earlier. But for now he's stuck here, a hopeless world. Alone, until she showed up.

The kid led them a few miles, presumably to a base of some sort, constantly flicking his vision between the strange device in its hands and the forest surrounding them, still unsettled by the undead beyond the trees. He began to slow down eventually, taking a few more sluggish steps with a yawn before Cleo had to rush to prevent him from slamming into the dirt face-first. It took an unnecessary amount of restraint to not burst out cackling at that, a new warmth of fondness between her ribs as she gently scooped the kid up into her arms upon confirming it had fallen asleep. She carefully removed the gun from his sleeping form and slung it over her shoulder by the strap, glaring at any undead who dared even look in their direction, and wandered off to find them a home for the night.

Maybe this time, breaking a few rules will be worth it.

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if-you-feel-lonely · 1 year

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GINGERBREAD HOUSES WITH SCHLATT I BEG OF YOU!!

ask and you shall receive :D can be seen as platonic or romantic!! it's not meant to be romantic, but you can perceive it however you like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lonely's Advent Calendar - Day Two!

Prompt: Gingerbread houses

TW: Swearing, mild sexual joke

Event masterlist (discontinued)

"Build a gingerbread house on stream" they said. "It'll be fun!" they said.

They lied. They lied so so so much.

"That looks like shit." Schlatt said blandly.

"Oh my god, shut up, this isn't about you." You replied in a fake, exaggerated, angry tone. You looked at the camera with a deadpan look on your face. "Men, am I right? All about them." You sighed dramatically.

In all fairness, he wasn't wrong. The walls were falling to bits and the icing was incredibly smudged. From all the failed attempts at trying to fix it, the house had become more icing than gingerbread.

"That's me at midnight on the first of December," he grinned, earning a loud smack on the back of the head.

"What would Pope Francis say?" you shook your head at him, still trying to fix the monstrosity that was your current gingerbread house.

Said cardboard figure had been temporarily stationed in the kitchen. Schlatt turned to him with a thousand-yard stare.

"I've been thinking," you began.

He swiftly cut you off. "Don't hurt yourself."

"I'll hurt you in a second, if you keep this up." You glared at him playfully. "But I've been thinking, and I now have a plan, and a very good one at that."

You began to enact your plan whilst he watched in a mix of fear, judgement and confusion. The walls no longer stood tall - now fallen over to lean on each other, with the roof pieces been broken into two pieces each. Then came the strawberry laces that were haphazardly thrown over the gingerbread men, which all had a variety of clothing. One had a poor recreation of Charlie's first merch hoodie, one had Tommy's signature red and white shirt, and the final one was split in half, black and white with no added details.

"What is this scene?" He asked, laughing.

"Gas explosion." You deadpanned, staring into his eyes. "Not everybody gets a good Christmas, Schlatt."

"What's wrong with you?"

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ohworm-writes · 1 year

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▬ LOVERS ROCK PT. 1 ▬

Pairing: Jschlatt x Gn!Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Minimal cursing

Synopsis: Fall is in full swing in you and your boyfriend’s shared home. So, that means some baking is in order, yes?

Word Count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: Miss me? Here’s a little something to give you a taste. I’m back.

“So, do I do it like… this?”

You take a glance at your boyfriend from your peripheral, watching as he carefully presses his palms against the butter, shortening, flour and salt mixture in the bowl. None of the ingredients are combined as yet, mind you, not even the flour and salt, but you don’t have the heart to tell him his mistake as he gives you the softest, most concerned voice you’ve ever heard on him.

Schlatt looks over in your direction, hands stilling as he continues to wait for your response. He’s met with wide eyes and a quick nod, which is enough of an incentive as any to continue his ministrations. He gently, yet effectively, works his hands into the bowl, gripping and grabbing on to the dry ingredients and turning them over in his palms, mixing them all together as best he can.

A smile graces your lips as you watch him work at it, the beige ingredients forming a coarse meal like texture. For now, this is exactly the step you need to be at. You wouldn’t want him to overwork the ingredients, now, would you? Placing a hand on Schlatt’s forearm, he immediately stills and, once again meeting your gaze, swipes his hands against one another to rid himself of it.

“Okay, so now it says we need to add our water. But don’t add it all at once! It says we should go in one tablespoon at a time and mix until it’s all incorporated smoothly. It also says we need to add ice to the water which is… strange, but we still only need that half a cup. Does that make sense?”

“Nope”

“Perfect.”

Wiping your hands with a clean rag, you open the cupboard, taking out a measuring cup as you do so and adding half a cup of water, along with a few ice cubes. Schlatt takes it upon himself to walk over to the sink and clean his hands off, scrubbing extra carefully in spots where he can still feel the butter coating his hands.

You, on the other hand, are much too preoccupied with your tasks of mixing the ice cubes around in the water to focus on what your boyfriend is doing (he’s pulling up his phone to play some music for you guys to bake to, just so you know). Glancing over at the recipe, you pour out any excess water or ice cubes that go over the one half mark and begin, very slowly, incorporating your wet ingredients with your dry. It’s not all that entertaining of a process, but you still keep full attention on what you’re doing.

The mixture is already almost at the consistency you want it when you pour the last of the water in, save for half a teaspoon (if that) you decided you didn’t need. You transfer the blend from its previous home of a ceramic bowl to a nice, floured cutting board. The surface did need to be floured, right?

“Jay?”

“What’s up?”

“Can you read this back to me? These instructions don’t make sense.”

He’d been leaning against the sink, only a few feet away from you, when you asked for his help. He’d never say nor show it, but he really does like it when he can be of help to you. That’s only half the reason he proposed you bake something as the fall season makes itself comfortable in your home. The pumpkins and candles he so adamantly shoved into your shopping cart a few weeks back, the multitude of cooking ingredients he came home with the other day and— just the promise of being overly domestic, much like he is now, is one he’d been looking forward to.

Like now, when he presses a hand against the small of your back as he reaches over you to grab your phone. He knows the way the feeling of his icy hands make a shiver run up your spine and the way a small smile graces your stunning face with it. He knows the ins and outs of you, he does, and that’s exactly the reason he cherishes moments like these so much.

“Uhm—okay, yeah. You got flour on your hands?” A nod. “Good. Alright, so it says to fold the dough in on itself until it becomes, well—dough. ‘Til it's incorporated, at least. If it’s too dry, a lil’ more water and if it’s too sticky, a lil’ more flour. Make sense?”

You nod once more, doing what he says as the dough gets to the consistency you want it.

“Now, ‘says you need to roll it up into a ball and half it—did we make more than we needed?”

“Maybe…? ‘Dunno, I followed the recipe to a tee, so maybe that’s just what it was goin’ for.”

“Whatever. Flatten it a ‘lil more ‘till it’s about… wait. Yeah, perfect. ‘Says we should wrap it in plastic and let it sit in the fridge for two hours at least. We can work it out afterwards.”

It doesn’t even take you five minutes to follow his directions, wrapping up the dough and playing it on an empty shelf in the fridge. Washing your hands under warm water, you let your body slump down a bit. You’ve been at this for nearly an hour already, having already finished making the filling (thank the gods).

You shake your hands dry, turning to find Schlatt, who's chosen to scroll through his own phone now instead of yours, and making your way over to him. He’s laying down on the couch in the living room, which is conveniently right next to the open kitchen you’ve become accustomed to these past few hours. He looks so comfortable as you look at him, your pace slowing in order to appreciate the sight in front of you.

In all honesty, you rarely see him like this— much less get moments like these. One of his hands is at the back of his neck, holding his head up enough so he can see the screen of his phone but also in a position where he’s comfortable and can lay back as far as he is. His entire body is placed so lazily over the cushions of the sofa with one of his legs on the couch whilst the other begins to slowly fall off the side of it. He looks ethereal.

As you approach, he looks up from his phone up at you, and you watch as his body and posture shift slightly. Not enough, mind you, to not be in a comfortable state, but just enough so you can slot yourself against his body in a position that simply belongs. It’s akin to two puzzle pieces matching with one another, you note, as you move to lie against him.

You let your hands move to his chest, placing one under your head and the other further up, reaching toward his collarbones and neck, you note. The rest of your body falls onto his sternum and the area of the couch he moved his legs so you could lie down. He brings up a hand of his, the one that was previously behind his head, to rest on your shoulder, swiping his thumb across it every so often as you shift into a more comfortable position.

Once you find that position, your body positively melts. He’s so warm, and the couch is so comfy and the entire house smells sweet. All of it—it’s intoxicating.

Letting out a slow, shallow breath, you breathe in deeply and allow your eyes to close, smiling.

…

“You know, since we have a whole two hours to wait before we can even play with the dough, so why don’t we..”

He quickly shoves his hands, which are ice cold mind you (you don’t even know how his hands got to being that cold), but with the way you jump three feet out of your skin, you can tell they are fucking cold.

God dammit.

You’re so in love with him.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich x you #chuckle sandwich x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfic #chuckle sandwich fanfic #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt fanfic #You guys miss me?#Please tell me you did.#Love ya <3

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pixiemage · 3 months

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Do you ever just get randomly inspired to continue an old AU you never got around to finishing, even though you have multiple WIP’s that need work first?

…yeah me neither 😅

(AKA the FNaF Security Breach x Team Rancher AU that nobody asked for)

#Team Rancher #Trafficblr #Pixiemage Writes #Jimmy Solidarity #TangoTek #MCYT Fanfic #Traffic Life SMP #FNaF Security Breach #FNaMCYT

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basilly · 2 years

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dad ! pt 2 || mcyts x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what they would post with their children | pt 1 here!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned

dream: "pattycake is going well"

george: "totally didn't almost drop him"

sapnap: "can't wait to show them the rest of the world"

quackity: "hands full"

karl: "can't wait for one of my own"

wilbur: "showing him how it feels to be tall"

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cryptskeep · 17 days

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If you're still doing disability headcannons, perhaps a hermit with tourettes?

can do boss!!!

For this, methinks Tango, I saw a really awesome fic where tango had tourettes and I wish I could find it again so I could link it

this is mainly based on my own experience having tics

Tango

General Lore:

owns an escape room called Decked Out

graduated college/uni/whatever a few years ago and uses his enginering degree to make peoples lives more difficult

buys wayyyy too much stuff from Xisuma's craft store (X jokes that tango's singlehandedly keeping him in business.)

has a bad habit of picking at his skin

Tourettes Lore:

has mostly motor tics

sometimes makes noises but rarely full sentances as tics

has absolutly given himself a concussion by slamming his head against a wall

migraine haver

#fanfic #hermitcraft #fanfiction #life series #i disable the hermits #tangotek #tangotek fanfic #hermitcraft au #hermitblr #hermitcraft fanfic #mcyt #mcyt au #mcyt fanfic #tourettes #neurodivergent

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saucymalum · 11 months

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What's This? (Consequences of my Actions) W.S

Wilbur Soot x Gn! reader (they/them pronouns)

Warning: Angst, Enemies to lovers, mentions of past death, y/n being dumb, miscommunication.

Summary: Bro idk figure it out.

Word Count: 2.6k

I always knew he hated me. He didn’t hide it. He didn’t like that I was “Invading” his friend group. That I was getting along with them. He didn’t like me. It infuriated me how he acted like he was better than me. All I wanted was to be his friend and he didn't give me a chance. I couldn't understand how he could hate me for no reason. So I gave him a reason.

I tried to annoy him everytime I could. He didn’t want me at a party so badly he would text me to not come and I’d arrive early with baked goods. He didn’t like me tweeting about his band so much that he’d intentionally be the only member not following me? I tagged them all in every tweet. I became his hell. Did I hate him? No. But I hated that he treated me like he was better. Like I was insignificant.

To the fans, I was their biggest fan. I’d cover their newest songs on my Instagram story and take pictures in their merch. Some thought I was even dating one of them, which was almost laughable. I truly loved them all. The party's welcoming environment they created pulled me in as Wilbur stood in the corner. His dark brown eyes look almost black in this light as he watches my every move. Watching me talk to everybody while he tries to keep up the small talk and savors his beer. His eyes left a burning trail down my skin. It became a game for me, how far I could push him.

I’d try to ask him questions in conversations, simply because I knew he didn’t want to talk to me. And that's when my plans started to crumble. I liked the guy. I thought he was fucking funny. Being antagonizing was so much easier when I didn’t know him. I wanted to be the asshole's friend. I kept trying to keep up my game, but I failed every time unless it was social media. It’s easy to fake things there. So I did.

I ignored my emotions, my guilt, and the rising feeling that I refused to acknowledge. I posted pictures of myself at their concerts; I posted their songs on my story. I was a good friend, but I avoided Wilbur. And at the end of the day, it didn't matter much to him if I showed up to the parties. I saw the glares he’d given me that made me want to laugh in his face. I missed not knowing him.

I started showing up early at parties and sneaking out early. I’d avoid Will even if I felt his eyes burn me. It seemed fine until he caught on.

I sat at their EP release celebration, an hour in, and I zoned out and stared at a wall. People passed by and I sat drinking my now warm beverage. Blurs of people, laughing, smiling, dancing, pass around me. I can't believe I did this to myself.

The seat beside me dips and I look to see Phil looking expectantly at me. One eyebrow raised slightly and his blonde hair messed up a bit.

"What's wrong?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?" I laugh nervously.

He sits there, giving no answer, knowing I'll break. And I do.

I spilled everything, beginning to now. Frustration pours out every word as the temperature in the room seems to rise. I don't want to be here anymore.

Phil sighs and I feel shame replacing my relief.

"Why would you do this to yourself Y/N?"

"I DIDN'T WANT THIS! I JUST WANTED THE STUPID LITTLE PRICK TO BE HUMBLED. Or at least annoyed enough to stop being a dick." my breaths shake for a second "In no universe was THIS my plan. "

I fall into the back of the couch. "What do I do?"

"Talk to him."

I groan, "I forgot you're a 'communication is key' person"

Phil lightly shoves me, "So are you until you get scared and run away. You can't run away this time. Avoiding him means avoiding us and you know that."

“I know.”

“So what do you think you need to do?” He asks softly.

I take in a deep breath and straighten my back. My eyes find Wilbur chatting up some girl in the corner. I let my feet guide me to him and without a word, too scared to speak, I grab his jacket and pull him out onto the back porch.

“What the Fuck, Y/N?”

“What is your problem with me? You refuse to talk to me, You hate my presence, and you constantly make an effort to show me you think I'm less than you. Why?”

“Maybe because you do shit like you just did without thinking about how it’d affect me.”

I scoff, “What a cop-out. You’ve hated me from the beginning. I want you to tell me why.”

He creeps further into my personal space. His height becomes increasingly harder to ignore when he looms over me. His breath fans over my face, and I want to cringe at the warmth.

“Has it ever occurred to you in your self-centered little head that not everyone likes you? You’re not some god or goddess Y/n. You grate my veins and you enjoy it. You TRIED to annoy me and you’re confused why I don’t like you? How into yourself can you be?”

Electricity pricks at my skin and the back of my eyes burn, “Don’t act like you didn’t hate me from the get-go Wilbur. I know what it feels like to be disliked.”

“Then why does it bother you so much if I don't like you? Huh? Sweet little Y/N just wants to be loved and cherished by everyone, isn't that right?” My breath shakes as the back of his hand brushes against my cheek. “Well, life doesn’t work like that. Some people will hate your grating voice and some people can't STAND your GODDAWFUL laugh. So get over it and be a fucking adult about it. Stop being a little baby.”

WARNING: description of a panic attack, stay safe and skip to the end of the trigger warning <3

He steps back and I quickly escape the cold night that suffocates me. My throat closes in on itself and my eyes water. I can’t breathe, I can’t BREATHE. I try to drag in breaths, but the effort is beyond fruitless. Through my watery eyes and past the blur and dizziness, I walk to the bathroom. I need to escape. I need to GET OUT. Everyone hates me, such a stupid baby who can’t even handle a man not liking them. How pathetic can you get? Everyone's eyes are on me. They’re laughing at me, aren’t they? I bet they are. The bathroom door’s soft close sounds like a thunderclap in my ears but that thunderclap is the most comfort I have felt since Phil and my conversation ended. My ears are ringing. I don’t know what to do.

I sink to the floor, and my back hits the cold tile, shocking my skin through my thin shirt. I've prepared for this. Ok, just find something you can smell. Ok, I can do that. My mind wanders into my negative talk, but quickly it snaps to the smell of the Febreze air freshener going off.

Good, good. One down, four more to go. I can see the design in the ceiling, that's another.

My lungs slowly feel less pressure on them. Not a semi-truck but maybe a minivan. I can hear yelling outside the door, maybe someone knocking. It's so hard to hear when I feel like I'm underwater.

I can feel the tile under my fingertips, the cold feels nice against my skin, the hot trails that the tears leave sting and I almost want to press my face into the floor to cool them.

The sweet drink still lingers on my tongue. Good, I got all five. Now breathe. It's so hard when the hiccups interrupt but I practice these exercises daily.

The weight on my chest slowly releases and the tears go dry. I'm left exhausted. I want to go home. The room goes steady and I slowly stand on shaky legs.

I avoid the mirror as I cool my hands in the water flowing in the sink and press them to my cheeks.

WARNING OVER: Stay safe, love.

The yelling outside gets clearer when I open the door, the house has been cleared away of any guests and the pounding of my heart gets louder. Phil stands in front of Wilbur yelling at him, words I barely have the energy to decipher.

“What the fuck is wrong with you right now, Wilbur? You are a grown-ass man. What the hell would possess you to think talking to someone like that was ok?” Kristin stands next to Phil. She shoots a disappointed look at Wilbur, but he ducks away.

“Oh don’t give me the disappointed parent act.” He scoffs.

Wilbur walks over to the couch, closer to me, and I press my back closer to the bathroom door that I closed.

Phil chases after him, “Well, if you didn’t act so immature, maybe I wouldn’t have to Will! What were you thinking!? You barely know her and you already decided to chase her away?”

“If she didn’t want me to hate her maybe she could have tried to not do everything I hate on purpose.”

“You gave them a panic attack! Nothing they did made them deserve that. We just want you to explain. Can you please just let us understand?”

Wilbur pauses putting on his jacket and sighs, “I’m scared, ok?”

“Of what?”

“Phil, they remind me of Lacy, and I can’t get hurt like that again.” He turns around and his eyes meet mine. Shock and remorse fill his eyes, but he brushes past me and bolts for the door.

I take a shaky breath in and look at Phil and Kristin. "Who’s Lacy?”

We sat in the living room of Phil and Kristin’s house as they tried to explain it in the most delicate way. But really, how can you explain to someone that they reminded a person they considered an enemy of their dead girlfriend? That they reminded someone they thought hated them of someone they were in love with? I didn't think I could cry anymore. I was wrong. I reminded Wilbur of a love that was ripped away from him. I hurt him by being around him.

I wanted to be mad at him. Hurt him for punishing me for something I had no part in but I couldn't.

I just wanted to go home and never leave.

And that's what I did. I stayed in bed, emotionally exhausted and numb. My self-destruction hit me like a brick, canceling my therapy appointment for the next day and turning my phone to do not disturb.

Wilbur POV:

No one had heard from Y/N in almost a week. Seeing their face when I left made me feel like I swallowed a brick. A part of me felt glad that finally, FINALLY, they would feel just a sliver of what they've made me feel for months.

But the guilt…the guilt at that thought overwhelmed my brain quickly after. What kind of person would that make me to want someone to hurt the way I have? Even if it was someone who hurt that doesn't make it ok.

This guilt led me straight to Y/N's front door. My hand hovered over the door. What was my plan when I got here? I don't think I even gave myself time to make one.

Before I could attempt to knock on the door, it swung open with the image of Y/N's dark-circled eyes staring shocked at me.

"Oh Jesus!" they exclaim and hide behind the door a bit. The wrinkles in the pyjama shirt clinging to parts of their body. A small smile creeps into the corner of my mouth at seeing them again. To see that they were at least still alive and kicking.

"I'm so sorry to just show up like this!" I step away from the door, giving them some space. "I want to check in."

Their bottom lip moves between their teeth as they chew at the loose skin. A mental debate wars on behind their eyes, no doubt wondering who asked me to come here.

"Who blackmailed you?" they ask.

A hesitant silence floats between us as I wonder if it'd be wrong to tell the truth.

A sigh passes my lips. "I felt bad."

Their eyes quickly widen again as they forget the effort to hide themself behind the door. They rush the 2 feet to me and place a hand on my arm.

"No! No, you have nothing to be sorry for! I was a goddamn asshole, Wilbur! Why didn't you slap me earlier? I was so arrogant and antagonistic towards you. I can't believe it. You did nothing but try to avoid me because you were hurting and I made it ten times harder."

"Y/N, I said horrible things to you. I felt like a villain. I never want to feel like that again. I am so sorry for talking to you like that." My shoulders sink in a subconscious effort to get down to their level. To look they straight in the eyes. To maybe show them all the emotions that I felt the moment I left Phil's house."

Y/N sighs and releases my arm from their grip. They step out of the doorway, a silent invitation. Luckily, I'm not a vampire.

"Will, what you said was true. I can't fault you for saying the truth."

How could they think that? That anything I said was true, calling them such stupid names in order to belittle them and make them feel small? What have I done?

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, I said to you was true. Yes, I was hurt and yes how you treated me didn’t help but none of it was true and keep telling you otherwise until you believe.”

They look away from my eyes to the ground, “Well, that's gonna take a while since I thought all of those things about myself long before you told me.”

A sour feeling rises in my stomach. Everything in me wants to protect them.

“Well, I’ll be here every time you doubt me.”

They scoff, “Like you’ll call me at 3 in the morning.”

“Who says I won’t” I shrug.

Their eyes glaze over with tears as they look hopefully into mine, “This isn’t how I wanted things to go, you know. I didn’t want us to hate each other.”

They turn away from me, busying themselves in front of their kettle. “I wanted to stop that stupid game months ago.”

My eyebrows wrinkle quizzically, “Then why didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t admit to myself I had feelings for you.”

Their shoulders tense quickly and they spin around to me, “Not that I’m pressuring you at all, I swear. I just-I just had to let you know I didn’t want to hurt you like this.”

“But you did mean to hurt me?”

“I thought you saw me as less than you. I wanted to prove you wrong. Now I know I was the one in the wrong.”

“Y/N I thought you were amazing. I was stupid and thought if I avoided you I wouldn’t fall for you.” I step forward into their space, “I didn’t think I could handle it.”

“Did you?”

The space between our bodies shrinks til we’re breathing the same air.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hand gravitating to their hip.

“And can you handle it?”

“With you, I think I’ll be more than fine.”

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emiliaexists · 22 days

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Ladies and gentlemen I've actually finished a fic. Absolutely unheard of 👏💃

The final chapter, Chapter 3 of my tlou hideduo au "Long Long Time" is out right now :D

you can read it right here on ao3

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gayritory · 10 months

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DATING KARL JACOBS

TWS: mental health issues, swerving (driving), LIGHT dirty jokes

TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP;

Bro... the relationship with Karl is like a best friend relationship, like you both do things best friends don't do, but your guy's relationship has tons of best friend elements.

Tbh your relationship is like the definition of always being in a "silly goofy mood", and it always has a mix of wanting to know that you both love each other.

Your realationship doesn't have a Dom or sub, it's just you both look after each other and no one takes care of one person. but in love sometimes your the more dominant one. (If you look closely you'll notice that later)

Your relationship is different from other relationships cause you both do repetitive habits that make your relationship the way it is. (You'll see TONS MORE of that later:))

TYPE OF LOVE:

The type of love is obviously physical affection, but it's more deep than that. Any touch of Karl's feels like your getting surrounded by God itself.

Maybe it's the idea that the touch is from Karl but, something about Karl's touch makes you see heaven.

PHYSICAL AFFECTION:

As said before touch is your guy's love language. anything revolving around touch means love.

For example sometimes you guys randomly give eachother nose boops and head pats to show affection. It's a joking thing you guys do but it's just a way of saying "don't forget your my favorite person on earth"

HUGS! random hugs bro, this man... it could be anywhere. It could even be at a restaurant where your sitting across from each other and he ends up standing up to hug you.

"Karl what are you doing-"

"Just givin' you a hug so you know I'm still here!"

"silly, your right across from me"

"Thats to far away"

You also give each others hugs when you notice one another is nervous, it's a way of saying "hey! just know your favorite person is here for you always", meaning that you both will never feel lonely.

It kind of brings into the "best friend" aspect where having a best friend is someone you rely on all the time.

He loves your hands.

EVERYTIME he has a chance to hold your hand he does it. Everytime he's around your hand he will kiss it, it's kind of a habit that you both love. It could even be just a squeeze but he will always make time to touch your hand.

Karl takes his hand off the steering wheel to grab your hand. You look at him knowingly.

He started kissing all of your fingers contently until he got to the pinky you interrupted him. .

"KARL WATCH OUT",

In response the boy giggles loudly and pulls over.

"you messed me up, how dare you" and with that he continues to kiss your fingers.

THE MAIN TOUCH ELEMENT IS CUDDLES ALL THE FUCKING TIME!

it could be anywhere- car, couch, park, movie theater, doctor's office, even universal studios.

The cuddling comes in different undescribable forms, splayed out, tangled all together, head on lap (he loves having his head on your lap or in-between your thighs), or even just on top of each other.

EMOTIONAL STUFF:

you both don't like having emotional talks since sometimes it gets awkward. You guys always talk about the latest drama but that doesn't mean you guys do the same with feelings.

You guys rarely talk about feelings, and if you do it never gets in depth, it's usually straight to the point like: "I'm sad", "i got fired", or "i could really use a hug right now"..

Whenever you guys ask for a hug it's your guy's secret code for saying "please distract me, i need you right now", so whenever you ask for a hug you better be ready for Karls movie marathon.

Its so cute oh my god. wait. Whenever you have something stressful happening Karl just texts you random things like; "did you know that the white bubbly stuff in the ocean is whale sperm". Get used to him texting you funny stuff when you're in a bad mood…

this is also super cute! When you isolate your self in your room he messages you things like "I got our movie marathon snacks ready" or "come out, I miss you:("

Whenever your in a stressful situation Karl ends up just texting you "hi". You came to know that you don't need to reply to him, his meaning of that text is just telling you that he's still there for you.

Another thing is not only do you guys not talk about feelings, you don't talk about how much you love eachother. in other words, your not poetic:

Your relationship is almost like a elementary school relationship.

"y/n- i think i have a big hunormous crush on you!"

"No way!! ever since we dated i had-" you then interrupted yourself to say something deeper to show your affection.

"Karl? just know i love you"

"y/n-"

"OOOO is Karl blushing???"

He then just lets out a girly squeal like a school girl that's finding out his crush likes him back.

bro another thing about the relationship thing is that you always tease each other about blushing! Usually Karl is the one getting teased since your sometimes the more dominant one:))

Whenever you guys straight up talk about love for eachother without any secret meanings you both get tons of butterflies.

Since you guys usally don't talk most about this stuff, it leads to needing boundaries which you both are respectful too!

Unless your boundaries are physical affection… maybe you guys wouldn't be a good fit..

EXPERIENCES:

You also have to know that whatever you do with Karl, it will be something fun.

The thing about your relationship is that your never bored. If you both were bored you'd end up moping about how bored y'all are and then end up making jokes from it.

Talking about boredom, most people stay inside when it's cloudy/raining, you guys love running in downpour

(AHEM read this for more info)

Sometimes you guys don't go outside when it's that cold type of weather, but never assume that you guys become bored!

The rainy day beginswith your head on Karl's lap while he reads his comic book he found on his way to Mr beast's wearhouse,

"IM BATMAN" karl randomly says into your ear and starts reading again.

you guys even start playing just dance and old Wii games, which end up being over shortly after you due to you accidentally hitting Karl in the face.

"OW-"

"I'M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY-"

You go up to him to comfort Karl's poor throbbing head, unaware about what he's about to say next.

"so aggressive and feisty…. that's kinky"

"karl-"

"HUAHAAHUAHHEHE"

Even though Karl has tons of energy-in depressing weather you both decide to chill out and watch anime, cartoon network, or nickelodeon.

Cartoons are an important part of the relationship, for example when sapnap came over…

"What if we watch jungle cruise-" sapnap tried saying but then got interrupted by the couple intensely staring at each other…

Sapnap knew something was up.

"I'm kinda in the mood for an animated movie." Karl suggested it for both of you and you thanked him for that by gently squeezing his hand.

The most popular experience you both have together is late 7-11 runs in PJs.

Every night you guys decide to order an Uber to drive you to the furthest 7-11.

"Why can't you drive" or "why the furthest 7-11" you may ask, well it's because you both want to stick your head out the window and if one of you is driving one of you is missing the fun.

You guys make the trip as far as possible so you both can stare at each other with big goofy smiles and windswept hair blowing in the breeze, all night long.

You both could never get enough of each others company.

Karl loves making handmade gifts for you both, especially matching bracelets!

he loves putting funny matching messages like "Karl's lover" and "y/ns lover" or "peanut butter" and "jelly"

Sometimes the messages could just be something goofy like "what the honk" or "pickles", but they can be as meaningless as ever but everytime you look at your wrist you'd think of the one and only 'Karl Jacobs'

This could fit into the habits category but you guys love doing art for each other. Whenever someone makes art for each other the other puts it on their fridge so it always reminds you of them.

GOOFY HABITS:

the main thing you both have are Habits that are unbreakable which make your relationship the way it is.

there's so many cute little habits, it's crazy.

Karl has tons of reaching habits so you ended up picking up 2 of them: Karl's habit of doing piece signs in pictures, and Karl's habit of covering his mouth while he laughs, for example;

You and Karl were both taking a mirror selfie together and you decided to do the infamous peace sign.

"HEY LOOK WERE TWINNING!"

Another habit that you love is Karls puppy dog eyes!

"Karl no it's 3 am I'm not going to a party"

"Please…" Karl says as he digs his sad puppy dog eyes into your soul.

He knows the tactic, you can never say no to puppy dog eyes.

You guys love each others smiles and laugh. snorting when you both laugh is always contagious, expecially the smiles you give eachother. The cure to a bad day is to see Karl's big goofy smile.

you both LOVE painting eachothers nails. but a habit of you both is always chipped nail polish!

This habit is just cute; him playing with your jewelry.

you sitting and Karl laying on the couch with his head in your lap, not paying attention to the movie but to the bueatiful person above him.

Since he's so caught up into your looks he ends ups having a habit of swatting your dangling necklace. (Almost like a cat)

If you ever wear hoop earrings Karls intrusive thoughts win by him just sticking a finger in them just for fun. he loves doing that whenever he wants attention or he's bored.

Karl isn't the only one who plays with ones jewelry, you do as well. mainly his rings. It could be you laying on his lap or waiting nervously at the doctor's office, you love moving around his rings.

This habit is extremely used; corny dad jokes/ pickup lines, every single second you both have something silly to say;

you both were chomping on some french fries in the car, sinking into the comfortable silence.

"Y/n Did you know that the first french fries weren’t cooked in France?"

"Wait what I thought they originated in franc-"

"They were cooked in Greece!"

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"KARL!" you dramatically scream as you ran up the stairs meeting him at the top.

"Y/N, LOVE ARE YOU OKAY-"

"NO I NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL"

"Baby what happened-"

"I broke my leg falling for you" you said as you winked and fake fainted

but sadly you forgot you both were on top of a stareway so you ended up falling down the stairs, ending up literally breaking your leg.

The next time you both stream you'll have a story to tell.

Another main habit you enjoy is about Karl being nerdy about Pokemon and anime. you love listening to him ramble about his interests.

the last main habit is kind of random but it has to do with energy drink bottles.

if you enter Karl's room you step into a floor covered with monster energy drinks.

habits spice up your guy's relationship since your always waking up and wondering what silly think you guys would do next.

OVERALL;

Karl's and your realationship is unbeatable, you guys are lovers and best friends and it will always stay that way.

other dating hcs

quackity x reader gn

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tunastime · 2 years

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the various skills of ethoslab and how he learned them and when. the list of a man who's lived a bit longer than he should have. (inspired by this post)

field meals: it's just soup. he never makes them for anyone else, not until they lose the grainy texture they start with. he learns from a man in a village that questions why he covers his face. etho laughs, but he never tells him why. the man doesn't ask again. he tells him that if he lets the vegetables soften for longer that they won't make a gritty soup when mashed. he learns spiced pumpkin, beetroot, chicken and potato.

(he stays for two weeks. he rids the nearby temple of infestation in repayment. when the temple master tries to repay him with gold, he tells him that he only wants a written recipe of how to bake bread. the baker’s son gives him one with honey in it.)

soap making: is something he learns pretty early on in his career in machinery. it's no good just to rinse your hands in water and it's still no good just to be buying soap up-charged, and lye isn't any good alone. lye doesn't smell, or worse yet, smells heavy and thick and doesn't come off your skin or out of your clothes properly. he picks up a book somewhere about it. one part lye. one part oil. one part anything else. beeswax and honey. pine tar and coconut oil. he learns what mixtures get redstone out of his clothes and what he can use to wash his hair with so it doesn't frizz. he washes his clothes in a basin of warm water and honey and rosemary soap, as he does his blankets and his sheets until his whole home smells like rosemary and honey and lye and beeswax. he washes his hair and it smells like pine.

plant identification: it takes one bad meal. one bad berry before etho starts learning. pause gets sick in the snow, really sick. he doesn't cough up blood but the sheen of sweat never leaves his face for the entire week that he lies shivering under two coats and a blanket. every time etho and beef try to say something comforting, he says, “stop fussing over me, i'm fine, just food poisoning. beef cooked the chicken wrong.” (it wasn't the chicken. it was the elderberries. etho spends time figuring out what the ripe ones look and taste like. he learns mistletoe, nettles and hogweed, rosary peas and lily of the valley. he doesn't see any of them except the lily again. but he keeps the information for later.) pause gets better after a week of his eyes far away, glazed over, sweating, of him unable to keep down fluids, of shaking awake in the night, holding etho's hand. they get sick, but nobody gets sick like that again.

sewing: pause steadies his hands. he tells him that if he messes up he'll poke himself and beef tells him to stop fussing. etho can thread a needle, can't he? (he can't.) he stabs his index finger three times poking it through the fabric to make a crude patch with their initials on it. then he sews shut a tear on beef's jacket, then he affixes a handful of new buttons to an old shirt of bdubs'. bdubs has him sewing squares within the week, and they stitch together a quilt of scrap fabric big enough for them both. there isn't a cold night that the quilt doesn't stave away. it's in a different spot each time etho sees him: draped over a chair, lovingly folded on the bedside, pulled over his shoulders. they wear it threadbare.

braiding: his hair gets too long. he ties it back himself the first time, some loose thing that falls out as soon as he does it. he says to himself (a reminder): “you break it into three. you're always crossing over the middle most strand. right over middle, then right becomes middle, so left over the middle. and repeat. pulling tight.” he gets better at it, until he can tie a strong three strand braid that he learned from tying twine together to make a stronger rope. bdubs sees him pull it back a few times and braid it like that, and one of those times, late, when they're both tired and leaning on each other, he turns and takes his loose hair and asks if he can braid it. etho shrugs and says “sure.” (and his voice says only you can do that). bdubs says “sit still.” etho sits in front of his crossed legs and bdubs combs out his hair. he tells him as he works: “it's different than the three, but not that different. you pull an extra strand in each time. it looks like fish scales, so people call it a fishtail.” bdubs braids and pulls it tight. he leans forward into etho and etho leans back into him.

(etho spends two days knotting fraying ropes in fishtail braids so his hands learn (and he fidgets, and he fidgets, and it becomes his new fidget, to tie rope together) before he attempts it on his shoulder-blade length hair. bdubs guides his hands, starting him off until he can braid the top too. he only cuts it once—right before the second death games, and even then, bdubs manages to braid a little braid into his hair.)

tea specialist: it's methodical. that's what he learns, when he travels out further than he had in a long time and wanders into the city. he, like many adventurers, takes refuge, and he, unlike many adventurers, stumbles into the tea shop and takes it all in. steady hands (beef taught him that) keep him from crushing the leaves too fine to strain. he learns what hot water feels like in a tin kettle and how to prop it properly on the coals so it heats even and doesn't char the underside of the tin. he buys two wooden cups there, sealed with wax, and brings them with the kettle. it stays on the countertop.

(he uses it every night. later, in a snow fort in the middle of nowhere, he sets one of the wooden cups into the calloused hands of his partner and friend, and bdoubleo looks at him with eyes wide and round and red. he doesn't kill him when he sleeps.)

staving off the effects of sleep deprivation: there's a body sleeping next to him that needs him awake. there's a place someone can sit between wake and dream that makes sure that the body doesn't tire and it's here where he stays. his heart slows way down, but his eyes stay alert through a bleary haze. there are things he hears that aren't real. when his partner (partner, the word feels weird on his tongue now that bdubs is a red life. if they were anywhere else, he would be safe to sleep) wakes two hours from now, then he will rest. he will lie there and listen, waiting to hear him stop breathing. he never gets to that point, but he certainly sleeps very little. beef and pause never told him off for doing it, but when there were sections of the day that he didn't remember and he sat up and there was a coat draped over his knees with a tag that had VB written in chunky letters, he smiled to himself. he's tired now, but he's good at pretending he's not.

separating the things that are dreams from the ones that are not: he's still waiting for someone to tell him how to do that

#fics #text #ethoslab #etho #the life series #last life smp #llsmp #team canada #etho's modded minecraft #im not gonna tag it but mindcrack is in here #vague references to various ethoslab things #oh wait and a reference to captive minecraft 4 :)#peep the hot tea reference i care them #yeah i'll tag them actually #ethubs #mcyt fic #mcyt fanfic

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