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OKAY SO what with the TWO new Hermits implied by the updated banner I will say that, though the Skizz truthers have me convinced, I now have room to do my own crazy red string monologue and throw my hat in for my choice
1) Mythical J. Sausage (the J is silent) is a multitalented S-tier builder that absolutely deserves to be shoulder to shoulder with the Hermits. The man does buildings, interiors, terraforming, custom trees, and he does them SO WELL.
2) The production values!!! Beautiful replay mod sequences with shifting camera perspectives, shaders, music that sets the tone for each segment that's different from series to series. He already has more than a million followers on YouTube and for good reason!!
3) He has been SO consistent lately. He started a hardcore world about three months ago (about the time you might expect the Hermits to finalize their s10 choices maybe...???) and already has 15 episodes and hasn't gotten involved in any other big content. (He did just start playing a little of the BCG server but from what I understand that's super casual /copium copium copium).
4) That hardcore world is conveniently about to reach a good "pause" point. He started his world on a cherry blossom biome island that he's filled with a medieval village and starter farms, he's said it's almost full and what's left is the castle. I'm guessing the new season will start the first week of February, so if Sausage puts out a video this week building out that Castle and finishing that island it will be MIGHTY CONVENIENT TIMING.
5) This man can GRIND. His Hardcore world hasn't even been going half a year and he's built... So much??? Magnificent! And when he was on the Hermitcraft server he did the Razorcrest for scar AND the player head baby yoda/stormtrooper merch AND the noteblock themesong AND still built in the xmas village and other "diamond of peace" and so many other shenanigans. Did the man even sleep? He can grind with the best of them.
6) He can do redstone, too! Maybe not unique designs, I honestly don't know, but he builds farms for build materials no problem.
7) The DRAMA this man loves his improv and his backstory and trauma lore! For every series he does! Can you imagine if he gets to interact with Ren for an extended period of time, what that would do to them, to us?? Give Martyn a run for his money!!
8) Which brings me to my next point, which is that Sausage is already One of The Gang, because he's been in series with so many of the Hermits already! Empires and the crossover, obviously, but also Pirates with Cleo and Origins with Scar, and he's even done MCC! Joel is the only other player with the same depth of different series but there are other people truthing him already.
9) The EPIC BROMANCE with Pearl. My god the devotion of this man to his sunflower goddess bestie. I would try to do ot justice but y'all have seen floweroflaurelins work, you already know.
10) He's already a PG streamer but with HILARIOUSLY PG-13 tendencies. Imagine him and Cleo cracking each other up at an HHH stream, *grips your shoulders* IMAGINE IT.
11) Sausage comes with his own mascot in the form of interdimensional dog extraordinaire Bubbles, but he's also just an animal lover on general. Mans drinks his "I love Jellie" juice and had her in his world even before the sad news of her loss.
12) Diversity win! No one should be hired just for their gender, race, sexuality etc etc unless it's truly necessary to the job, but we were all happy when more women got added to the server in s8 and I know a lot of people would be happy to see some ethnic diversity added, too.
... That bulletin board had a lot more pins in it than I thought it did but anyway MYTHICALSAUSAGE TRUTHERS/ALL OTHER TRUTHERS RISE UP SPEAK YOUR TRUTH! we'll only get to wildly speculate for a few weeks so we might as well make it everyone else's problem ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST!!
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In which Scar knows he’s in love
In which Scar falls asleep at a Boatem party, and the morning after.
Or: Scars down bad for Mumbo and doesn’t know how to deal with it
Warnings: mentioned alcohol, hangover, headaches, mentioned dying (in Minecraft, where you respawn, nothing painful), mentioned toxic masculinity (only one line, not too severe)
Scar watched the two red lights dance in his blurry vision as they moved in a slow and rythmatic manner. He smiled up at them, they were so pretty, and he felt so heavy. The darkness around his eyes crept closer until he couldn’t see any more. Distant muffled music closed to an end, and he breathed. He could see his breath, cold and unwavering, though fading back into the darkness. He blinked, and god, did he feel that blink. His eyes felt cold and dry. He looked around. Darkness, everywhere. But then, a looming light, overhead, holding that same crimson he saw as he passed out. He watched it with amazement, it didn’t scare him, it comforted him.
He smelled motor oil and pinecones and warmth. He smelled electricity and melted wax and happiness.
And he didn’t smell that familiar cold. He felt warm.
His eyes warmed up, and they weren’t dry anymore, they weren’t freezing. They felt nice, they felt normal.
He looked down and he was fully dressed. He looked beside himself and there were stars. Beautiful, blinking, stars. Were they eyes?
He moved his head to the side, and his face touched something soft. It smelled stronger of that wonderful smell than his surroundings, and so he buried his nose in it, and breathed. And his breath wasn’t to be seen.
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„Is he smelling you?“ Impulse laughed and pointed at the man, face shoved deep in the neck of his fellow hermit Mumbo. The fellow hermit, in response, laughed nervously with Impulse, and said, „he must be dreaming of smelling pies- like in those old cartoons! You know when they float-„
Grian chuckled and agreed, setting his drink down on the stone floor of The Boatem Hole, „We should prank him,“ he smiled.
Pearl lightly punched his shoulder, „I was just about to get me markers and cream,“ Grian snickered mischievously. „Maybe a mustache, like our CEO‘s?“
They collectively agreed.
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Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to get drunk in The Boatem Hole. A hole that went beneath Bedrock, falling in which would result in certain death in the void, earning that yucky staticy feeling. But the Boatem crew loved that hole, so they had all their meetings there. Including parties. It was really, really stupid. But it was fun.
Many deaths occured that night. Nothing the crew couldn’t handle, though.
The following morning, Scar would awaken in his own bed, it was warm and it was comfortable. It would be more comfortable if he hadn’t had that headache, he realized as a pang of pain shot through his head.
Scar sat up, and dragged his hand over his face, trying to wake himself up a bit.
He blinked slowly, something felt absent. What felt absent? He looked around. There was a glass of water and some pills on the side of his bed, huh. He usually wasn’t that prepared- someone must’ve put it there… maybe Jellie?
He washed a pill down with the water, and groggily got up. He was in his clothes from the day before, minus his Jacket, shoes and corset. Hey, when’d he take his vest off?
He blinked slowly, and noticed his missing clothes folded neatly on the ‚couch‘ in his room. The builder scratched his head. His mouth tasted disgusting, he should brush his teeth.
He sighed, and he sauntered to the bathroom.
It looked fairly normal, unchanged. He stepped infront of the mirror and reached for his toothbrush, putting paste on it, wetting it up, reaching it towards his mouth, looking up, and stopping-
He nearly dropped his toothbrush as he exhaled a quiet laugh. His face was scribbled all over! He started brushing his teeth, and observed his general appearance. He has a quite dashing mustache drawn on his upper lip, long and curled at the end. ‚Almost like Mumbos‘ he thought, but he knew, nothing could match the mustacheness of Mumbos mustache. A drawn monocle adorned his face, although that one looked less dashing, and more crude. Definitely Grian. He had whiskers drawn on his face in squiggly lines, Pearl, and a shaky heart on his jaw, Impulse. Now where did Cub draw? Was he even at the party? Scar wasnt even sure if Cub was a part of Boatem.
His hair was a disaster, to put it lightly. Hairstrands were sticking up and to the side in places they shouldn’t and those were. Quite a few knots. That’s going to be hell to comb. What happened last night?
His suspenders were down, hanging against the sides of his thighs. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, and his sleeves, well, one sleeve was rolled up, and one sleeve wasn’t. Both were unbuttoned.
He definitely had to shower.
He spit the toothpaste into the sink and washed his mouth and toothbrush respectively.
Scar stretched with a wince as he heard his neck and back pop.
After his well needed shower, and getting dressed, Scar grabbed some food and exited his wagon, wincing at the sunlight. Grumbling over the sun, and the fact that he was unable to scrub the marker off, he merely smudged it, he ate and searched for Grian, making a beeline towards the mans house.
He knocked on the mans door and waited barely two seconds before opening it, entering the pesky birds home. „I know what you did, Gri!“ he called into the home, and he heard a muffled noise coming from Grians bedroom.
He went up the stairs, and he knocked on Grians door, and he opened it, finding Grian still half asleep in his bed, wearing the same clothes as yesterday like Scar did when he woke up. His fellow builder emidded whiny noises, „shhhsjihs quietttt Scarrr“ he drew out, burying his face in his pillow and lifting the sides of it to cover his ears.
„What happened last night?“ Scar asked simply, he only remembers the smell of melted wax and warmth, among other things, but he couldn’t seem to remember anything else, only blurry images, none of which he could yet identify. How wasted did he get?
Grian responded with a snore, and Scar knew he was asleep, so he left the mans home. He’ll prank him for this later, he’ll prank all of them! He shook his fist at the angry sun, and he audibly whined at the bright beams of it.
Who’s next on his list.. he looked around, either Impulse or Pearl or Mumbo. Who would be awake at this time? Both Impulse and Mumbo were early risers, but Scar genuinely had no clue where Impulses living quarters were in that huge base of his. And so, he chose Mumbo.
He made his way towards Treesa, and he weakly climbed her vines, and he fell, and he groaned, and he climbed again.
Now inside the mustached mans base, he blinked his eyes a few times, and he smelled pinecone, and he smelled motor oil.
He inhaled the scent, and the light was just right in Treesa. He moved the vines to cover up the makeshift doorway, and he sauntered to search for Mumbo.
He found him fairly easily, he was still sleeping in bed, in his van, it seemed. What time was it? How come Scar awoke before Mumbo or seemingly Impulse? He shrugged, and he leaned down to get a better look at Mumbo, the only hermit he’s seen today covered by a blanket whilst sleeping. He looked peaceful, and the smell of electricity and warmth strengthened.
He kneeled, and he gently shook the mans shoulder, and Mumbo huffed, and Mumbo rolled over.
Scar couldn’t help but smile.
He leaned over and onto the bed partially, his torso hovering over it, and he shook the mans shoulder again. „Pssst, Mumbooo wakey wakey eggs and bakey, dude!“ he almost whispered.
He’s more gentle with Mumbo than with Grian, he knows why, but he won’t admit it to himself. He knows why he looks at him differently than the other Boatem members, he knows why he wants to learn every last detail of the man, he knows why every touch they share feels electric to him, he knows why he dreams of him, and he knows why-
Scar was pulled out of his thoughts by the noise of Mumbo groaning. The redstoner blinked his eyes open slowly, looking up and above at the builder looming over him.
His eyes were half lidded and glossy, his usually neat dark hair was messy and curled.
„Scar?“ Mumbo muttered out, muffled by the blanket covering the underside of his face. He tugged the blanket away from it slowly, going below his neck.
Suddenly, Scar forgot all about why he went to wake Mumbo up, he just looked down at him and felt that tug in his chest again.
He was so pretty.
Could a man be considered pretty? Could a man be considered beautiful? Scar grew up being taught those terms were rude to refer a man to, but those were also the only words Scar found himself being able to describe the man below him. He was pretty and he was beautiful and oh gods he was in love.
„Scar?“ Mumbo tilted his head, tired and confused, and Scar wanted to kiss him. He’d never.
The builder blinked a few times before his brain started working again. „Hm? Oh, right! Mumbo! Do you have any idea what happened last night? Because my brain completely blanked yesterday,“
Mumbo reached up to rub his own eyes, leaning up a bit on his elbows, which made Scar lean back a bit, they were so close.. „Well you fell asleep, and so we decided to draw on your face, I figure you’ve already made out that part?“ he said in a soft voice, it was almost faint, the man was still waking up. Scar wanted to hear his voice like that every morning.
Scar chuckled, „yes, yes. I’ve made out that much, but what else? I honestly barely remember anything!“ „well what do you remember?“ Mumbo sat up more, not having to lean on his elbows anymore, and Scar leaned back further, opting to instead get up and sit on the mans bed. „Mh..“ Scar looked at Mumbo in thought. „Well, I remember that at some point we played duck duck goose?“ „Oh that was before we even touched any alcohol, how quickly are you able to get black out drunk-„
Mumbo looked at the man with bewilderment in his eyes, but he still looked tired. „I’m a lightweight,“ he simply answered. „Hey, how about we talk about this when you’re more awake, hm?“ Scar put a hand on Mumbos shoulder and guided him to lay down again, Mumbo complied.
The tired redstoner made an agreeing noise, and slowly moved himself so he’s laying on his side, curled up and quickly slipping back into dreamland.
Scar watched, and Scar wanted to stay. Was he allowed to? The sight of his fellow hermit falling asleep so quickly and so easily made him tired all the same. He could lay with him, for a bit. He’d get up and leave before Mumbo does. He yawned, and he laid down gently beside the man, watching the back of his head. He rarely sees the mans hair ungeeled, it looked so soft. He wanted to touch it, he wanted to touch him, he didn’t.
He laid his hands folded underneath his head, and closed his eyes, smelling motor oil and pinecones and warmth, smelling electricity and melted wax and happiness.
And he fell asleep, and he was happy.
#my art#fic#my fic#ficlet#one shot#redscape#mumscar#mumbscar#Scarbo#scumbo#gtws#goodtimeswithscar#mumbo jumbo#pearlescentmoon#impulsesv#grian#hermitcraft#hermitshipping#hermitblr#hermitcraft season 8#Boatem#Boatem crew#Boatem hole#pining#longing#gayness#mlm#still don’t know how to tag these#queued
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Mochi I’m brainrotting over your secret husbands AU, are there anymore crumbs you can provide for a poor Scarian lover?
I CAN ABSOLUTELY PROVIDE MORE CRUMBS YES <- just got to class and is bored
we haven't touched on season 8 too much, have we? I think there's a lot of funny moments to be had from this season. because boatem. mumbo, impulse, and pearl. they definitely have bets in the betting pool, and you know they're going to be trying whatever they can
from pearl locking grian and scar in the g-train. to mumbo asking both grian and scar to join him on a picnic only to back out last second. to impulse making one of those cheesy "boat of love" trips in the chocolate river in his factory for them
these guys are pulling out whatever stops they can to get grian and scar together. and I think it's boatem that finally makes our married couple realize what their friends are trying to do. they don't get away with it for very long
cue scar meeting with impulse and just. starting to wax poetry about how wonderful grian is, and how much he loves him (impulse is sick of it /affectionate). cue grian moping around mumbo's base because he misses scar (he'll see him in a few hours) and he can't just tell scar he misses him (this one is true, because scar would tease him for days if he knew)
bonus points for scar bothering cub about his "grian situation" and grian bugging pearl about his "scar situation" (both are So done with their respective siblings)
impulse calls an emergency meeting. boatem is empty. grian and scar get an entertaining date night
the hat scar made for grian? has an engraving on the inside that says forever and always, light of my life. grian makes scar backup gear that's extremely mushy and scar solemnly swears to never lose it (he has it stored away in his ender chest)
the pranks!!!! pranks a plenty!!!! scar gives grian a run around over where he's building his mountain (they both know scar is going to choose his spot). scar getting stuck in bedrock is absolutely Layered with flirting upon flirting. they die in the void together, holding each other because grian tried to catch him
grian officially renames the magical menagerie to magical bebegarie for forever (once again, scar claims the charged creeper is their child now. grian is exasperated)
they pick up a habit of star gazing together in midnight alley, and have definitely fallen asleep together before. scar's started to keep a blanket up there when that happens
speaking of blankets... he's missing a few. and some of his shirts are missing. and huh, would you look at that, scar's found them in grian's nest. How Odd
though grian loves sleeping in the swaggon, it's unfair how comfortable scar's beds always are! and boy do the other members of boatem go crazy when they see grian leaving scar's base in the morning. and upon being questioned, grian and scar always say that they stayed up doing blueprints of builds together. which isn't technically a lie, sometimes. but most of the time it's a lot more... hands on ;3
and oh my god the ravager prank from big eye crew... I'm not saying grian and scar try to keep each other in their sights the entire time, but I'm definitely saying grian and scar keep each other in their sights. and after the ravagers are taken care of, they're hiding away in grian's base and cuddling for the next few hours, Do Not Disturb
also this extends far past season 8 but scar often wakes up with jellie curled on grian instead of him. he declares grian is feeding her extra treats so she'll love him more. grian denies this, but scar doesn't believe him
:D
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short boatem summer fic
based on this post -> (link) by @applestruda
Picture this:
It is the hottest day of the year. The sun beats down relentlessly upon any poor sap that gets caught out in it. The heat can only be described as ‘being hit in the face with a sack full of bricks that have somehow been set on fire.'
We see the Boatem crew going about various activities as the very same sun spills into an overly warm room onto well-worn floorboards. The room is small and neat. There is a crooked green carpet on the floor and pictures on the wall of five laughing people. It is a room that has seen lots of love.
A fan whirs steadily in the background. Impulse turns the page of his book, letting out a long sigh. Mumbo waters his plants, mumbling to himself and occasionally making a noise that is either pleased or disgruntled as he inspects his plants. So far, he has said “Ah!” in a pleased way fourteen times and “oh!” in a displeased way twelve times. Scar began counting an indeterminate amount of time ago out of sheer boredom. He’s been sitting in front of the fan for what feels like forever. It’s only been five minutes. Jellie meows. Impulse turns another page. Time drips by like honey. Every heat-filled second seems to take an hour to pass.
Footsteps. Enter Grian, bright wings flashing at the edge of Scar’s vision. He would look over, call out a greeting but that would mean exposing his face to the heat. Grian is not worth braving the heat, he decides.
“I am never going to move again,” Grian complains. “I am just going to lay here and melt.”
“That seems like a good plan,” Impulse agrees with a small chuckle from the only shady corner in the room. A foot prods Scar’s side.
Poke. “Scar, move over.” Another, more insistent poke.
He turns his head, just a little. The right side of his face is now uncomfortably warm, exposed to the Void-forsaken heat. Grian really does look terrible, hair plastered to his forehead, face red and sunburnt and ear-feathers limp.
“I was here first!” Scar says, a bit indignant. First dibs, right? “Go get your own fan. There’s one somewhere around here.” He ducks a little, but not enough to avoid the wing that whacks him in the head.
“Ow!” he says halfheartedly, turning his head to face Impulse. Ah, sweet, sweet relief for the right side of his face, not so much for his left. “Impulse, Grian hit me!”
“Grian did nothing of the sort,” Grian interjects, tone bright and innocent-sounding. Another wing whacks Scar again. “Scar’s the one hogging the fan.”
With a long suffering sigh, Impulse looks up from his book. The glare that Scar receives is just short of withering. Got it. Don’t interrupt Impulse. Scar yelps as he is rudely pushed over onto the floor and into the sun. The floor burns to the touch. His poor, poor, super muscle-y arms. Betrayal! Blood! Trauma! Death! He will never forgive Grian for this. He will pay.
A thump. Grian’s sigh of sheer relief is almost pathetic. Sure enough, Grian’s face is now inches from the fan, eyes closed in pure joy. Scar groans dramatically.
“Grian, how could you? My very own brother-in-arms!”
Grian scoffs. “Like you wouldn’t do the same.”
“Me?” Scar gasps. “I would never.”
“Oh you absolutely would,” Mumbo says with a snort.
“Fine, fine! I see how it is around here. No love for good ol’ Scar! C’mon Jellie, we can go join the Big Eyes Crew. I bet they have a fan. I bet their fan is bigger than ours. After all, Bdubs’ smile is the biggest there is. He’s probably got the biggest fan too.” Impulse snorts and turns the page. Grian’s wings rustle. Mumbo makes his fifteenth “Ah!” His plants must be doing well.
Scar sighs, pulling himself into an upright position and drapes himself over Grian’s shoulders. “See, this way we can share the fan!”
“Scar,” Grian whines, dragging his name out exasperatedly. “You’re too warm! Go away.”
“Come on Grian, you can say it,” he teases, smiling. “I’m too hot. I’m too hot for you.”
Scar grunts as Grian elbows him in the side, throwing him off his shoulders. Huffing, he leans against Grian’s back instead. If he can’t get the fan, a nice backrest will do. Even if that backrest has really, really pokey bony wings that dig into his back. Maybe he’ll take a nap and when he wakes up, it’ll all be over. He closes his eyes.
After what barely seems like ten minutes, he hears Pearl say “What’s all this? You guys look absolutely pathetic.” Cracking his eyes open a little and turning his head to face her, he sees her in all her moth-y glory, standing over them. She has a shopping bag in one hand. Slowly, she reaches in and pulls out-
A freezer pop.
Scar might cry. He’s never seen such a beautiful sight. He might pick Pearl up and twirl her around in joy if it weren’t so dang-blasted hot.
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#hermitcraft#boatem#grian#pearlescentmoon#impulsesv#goodtimeswithscar#hermitcraft fic#mumbo jumbo#hope its ok#never written boatem before#anyways i saw the art and just had to write a little silly thing about it#hopefully its not too stiff or weird or ooc idk#just realised impulse does not. say anything#whoops#hope i tagged everything right#i. did not tag everything right#my writing
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The Watcher's hands weave threads of green and gold and red throughout those Grian loves.
And in those threads the Watchers tie souls. Souls bound in love. Souls bound in pain. Souls bound between one another. Some try to fight it--insisting that they are not soulmates, that their soul belongs to another, but it's a tiresome, futile effort to reject the manipulation of the soul.
Not that Grian thinks so.
He's seen how the others react as they try to reject their soulmates. Scott thinks of Pearl constantly, dotes on her well-being, obsessively calls her to him under the guise of toying with her. Martyn sobs for Cleo. BDubs panics when Impulse is too far from him.
The Watcher's threads are strong.
But not to Grian.
"We're not soulmates," he insists one evening, the harsh words riding on the breeze rushing pass their base and off into the ravine.
He's perched atop pointed dripstone, watching lazily as Scar puts the Jellie pandas to sleep. His friend looks up at Grian with a start, brow quirked in a teasing glance. "Oh?"
"Yep," Grian goes on. Clipped wings help him leap from the cake and onto the perimeter of the Jellie Sanctuary. "Big B's my soulmate now. Just so you know."
Scar snorts then turns back the Jellies, feeding one bamboo. "Well, alright then!"
Grian squints. "Seriously. I'm leaving you. Big B and I are running away together."
"Right."
"Far away," Grian says, placing emphasis on the distance as he looks to the sky, pretending not to be drinking in Scar's every reaction. "We're gonna build our own ranch in the mountains. Farm goats."
"Sounds nice."
"Without you."
"Just remember to eat," Scar says with hum, scratching beneath a Jellie's chin. "I'll try not to get us on Red!"
But the red has already infiltrated Grian's soul, shown through a burning in his cheeks. He puffs them out in frustration (a little more bird-like than he'd prefer) feathers at his back fluffing in a similar response as he jumps into the sanctuary.
It spooks the Jellies and a few grumble in response, the one nearly tipping Scar's chair backwards. Scar rights himself with a laugh, finally meeting Grian's eyes.
And he's fine. No hidden jealousy, no subtle longing. Nothing. He's...
He's fine.
Grian puffs up a bit more. "Do you not care if I leave?"
Scar finally seems to register Grian's tone and sobers. He tilts his head, full attention on Grian.
Finally.
"Do you want me to?" Scar asks, and Grian feels like he could explode.
"YES!! We're soulmates! We should be doing what the others are, shouldn't we? Being alone should sound miserable!"
Scar just offers a confused chuckle, looking around the sanctuary as if the Jellies could help him escape. "Well it doesn't sound fun but I don't own you, G. If you want to leave, you can leave!"
"But--" Grian fumbles for words, trying his best to soothe a soul that won't calm. He ends up just crossing his arms. "This isn't how the game goes. Everyone else--they want to be together, they're obsessed with each other. Why aren't we?"
"Because we're not them?" Scar guesses. He's clicked off his brakes so he can move closer to Grian, offering a hand. "Why do you want to be?"
Grian looks away from the open palm.
He doesn't know. He doesn't know why this is so important to him, why he wants to see Scar get worked up and angry and insist that they're meant to be together. He doesn't know why this has him panicking.
Everyone else--their soulmates are their everythings, but no matter what Grian does, Scar's attention can easily find something else. Does that mean he doesn't care?
"Gri?"
Grian sniffs. "You do care, right? About me? You like being soulmates?"
Scar laughs, a bit more genuine in his surprise. "Of course I do! Did you think I didn't?"
"Maybe?" Grian shrugs and, finally, places a hand in Scar's offered palm. Familiar fingers wrap around his, and he's happy to let the sensation calm him. "I just don't get why it hasn't affected us like everyone else. Guess I figured something was wrong."
"Something wrong--?" Scar shakes his head and tugs an unsuspecting Grian forward, the man squawking a bit as he falls forward and into Scar's lap. Scar immediately traps him in a hug, pressing their foreheads together.
When he speaks again it's with a fond smile and a faux British accent. "'I am in your service until you lose your first life'."
The anger disperses at the poor mockery and Grian snorts, making an attempt to shove Scar away. "That's borderline offensive!"
Scar only pulls Grian closer, a teasing glint in his eye. "'I don't want to see him go! I just can't let him go!'"
"Alright," Grian laughs, and he gives in. He melts in Scar's arms, wings a curtain of feathers separating them from the Jellies. And they're alone. And they're together. And Grian is putty in Scar's lap, sturdy arms holding him close. "What's all this then?"
"Proof," Scar says, voice normal again. "And accent practice."
Grian shakes his head. "Needs work. And proof of what?"
"That we're soulmates." Scar's hand moves from Grian's back to his chest, plucking the ethereal thread between them. "The Watchers didn't tie this, Grian. We did. Back when this all started."
"I don't--"
"If we aren't like everyone else, it's because they're all new to this! They've never been bound to someone else before. But we have." Scar's fingers roll into an open palm pressed firmly over Grian's heart. He can feel his heart race at the sensation, and Scar's follows. "We're soulmates, Grian."
And Grian collapses. Tears which threatened his eyes spill and he shifts to wrap his arms around Scar, chests pressed together so that two synced hearts might combine. He buries his face in Scar's neck and Scar holds him.
Scar holds him.
"We're soulmates," Grian whispers to the wind and the evening stars.
And a loyal partner whispers back: "We're soulmates."
#pov i can fix them i can make their relationship better#grian can also be soulmates with big b tho#poly rights#anyways#mcyt#grian#gtws#double life smp#double life#dl smp#trafficblr#scarian#desert duo#fic
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Little fanart of GoodTimesWithScar and Jellie! I did this in class a few days ago from memory (mine is really bad) but I like what I did! I didn't saw a lot of Scar's episode but I love his vibe; and when I learnt about Jellie, even if I knew her for only a month, I needed to do a little fanart of her too. So here we are!
Rest in peace Jellie, watch over Scar from where you are
#goodtimeswithscar#goodtimewithscar fanart#jellie goodtimes#jellie the cat#gtws jellie#gtws#gtwscar#queen jellie#rest in peace jellie#hermitcraft#hermitblr#hermitcraft fanart#hermitcraft smp#hermitcraft goodtimeswithscar#hermitcraft gtws#gtws fanart#jellie fanart#my art
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Let me take care of you.
This fic/chapter literally tried to kill me, It's a miracle I got it to a point where I can post it lol I hope you guys enjoy it!
Continued on from this fic.
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Scar was woken up a couple of hours later by Jellie pawing at his face. “Well, hello there, Miss Jellie…” Scar smiled at the cat sitting on his chest like she owned it, “You’re hungry, I’m guessing?”
Jellie meowed in response, rubbing her cheek against Scar’s face.
“Hmm, well let’s not keep you waiting, huh…” Scar hummed, giving Jellie an affectionate scratch behind the ear as he did so. Giving Jellie a nudge to jump off him, Scar glanced over at Grian.
The avian was snuggled up beside Scar, his feverishly hot cheek smooshed up against Scar’s shoulder.
Scar smiled sadly, the sight was adorable, yes, but his pesky bird didn’t look anywhere near well at all. Grian’s face was flushed red, his hair/head feathers damp with sweat. Scar could physically feel the heat radiating from Grian.
It concerned Scar on so many levels.
Scar sighed as he began untangling himself from Grian’s hold, carefully lowering Grain’s head onto their pillow. Waiting a second to see if that had disturbed the avian, (It didn’t, thank the Void…) Scar carefully slipped his legs off the bed; and sat up.
Scar yawned as he stretched, allowing his mind and body to adjust to being vertical. It was important Scar let his body adjust, otherwise he would probably trigger a dizzy spell and fall over. No one wanted that.
(Scar had gotten up too fast before…it’s not fun facepalming the floor)
Chronic illness was a bitch but at least it wasn’t too bad today. Scar would have been devastated if his medical issues kept him from looking after his pesky bird. Jellie meowed, her tail held high as she rubbed her body against Scar’s legs.
She was getting impatient.
“Oh Shush, Little Miss…” Scar mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, grabbing his cane as he stood up with a small grunt. “I know you’re hungry, but we don’t want to wake your papa-”
“Scar?”
Scar grimaced as he turned around, finding Grian groggily peering up at him. Scar couldn’t help but notice how the avian could barely lift his head off of the pillow. Concern once again flooded Scar’s heart and soul.
“Hey love…” Scar sighed as he gave Grian a soft look, leaning down to press a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “I’m just feeding Jellie…you go back to sleep, okay?”
Grian looked briefly ready to argue against that. But any attempts to get up were short-lived as Grian was wrecked with full-body shivers and stomach cramps. Grian nodded with a groan, wrapping an arm around his upset stomach.
“Oh love…”
Scar bit his lip, glazing down at Grian, who seemed sicker each time Scar looked. There had to be something he could do to help? Maybe they had some health or regen potions lying around?
Jellie howled, causing Scar to wince. (And worst, it caused Grian to whimper)
“Okay, okay…I got the message Jellie…” Scar pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing as he made his way out of the bedroom, cat following close behind. “You could be a little more con-con-siter-...dang it! Kind, you could be a little more kind, girl…”
Jellie jumped up onto the kitchen counter, meowing like she didn’t have a clue what Scar was talking about. She was a little angel.
“Your papa’s not feeling well…” Scar explained as he grabbed Jellie’s food out of the fridge, scooping some into Jellie’s little bowl. “So meowing at the top of your lungs doesn’t really help, missy…”
Scar placed Jellie’s bowl down near the kitchen window, unable to stop himself from smile as she began to devour it. “You’re lucky you’re too cute to stay mad at…hmmm, that’s something you and your papa both got in common…”
No matter what Grian says, his pouting face is adorable. Actually, Grian was just adorable in general. (Though he could also be downright terrifying, which Scar found sort of hot-)
The morning sun was long on its way up into the sky, lighting up the apartment. Now that Scar was up, he decided he might as well get ready for the day. First things first, Scar needed a shower, (Plus nature was calling).
Silently, Scar made his way back into the bedroom (For clothes) and the sight that met him made his heartache. Grian had curled up into a feeble ball, cuddling Scar’s pillow close. With a sigh, Scar grabbed some clothes out of his dresser.
Stopping briefly by the bed, Scar leaned down and kissed Grian’s cheek. Grian hummed softly in his sleep, snuggling deeper into the pillow with a slight smile. Mission accomplished, Scar made his way to the bathroom.
TBC...
#scarian#desert duo#hermitcraft#hermitshipping#grian#goodtimeswithscar#domestic au#traffic smp#trafficshipping#mcyt#my fanfiction
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Hi i read your yandere fyodor called 'stop controlling my life' and I was wondering if you would do a part 2 of it? I really loved it!
Ofc i can make a part 2!
'•.¸♡ you are only a thing to be had ♡¸.•'
Yandere!Fyodor x gn!reader (platonic)
Angst
Warning! Scars, negative thoughts about self, suicide by drug (pain killer) overdose, description of overdose, throwing up (vomiting), toxic relationship.
If this subject is triggering in anyway please do not read, your mental wellbeing is more important.
Masterlist
Part i
Alternatively ending
Enjoy!
Some time had passed since the incident with Dazai, you kept having nightmares about it and spent all of your days daydreaming about how you could have escaped or atleast help him. Fyodor started working from home, everything had gone back to the happy family you had always been.
It was a hot summer's day, the heat was unbearable. You got yourself a glass of water and put some ice in it. The taste of coldness felt nice against your lips, it was a nice type of cold, not like the metal of handcuffs. You went up to Fyodor's study and knocked on the door before opening it, the glass still in your hand, it was half full with the ice melting away. 'Fyodor, it's so hot, can we go somewhere so I won't die from heat stroke?' You whined standing behind Fyodor's chair.
The room you found yourself in was quite dark with the curtains pulled shut. 'Where would you like to go?' Fyodor asked still typing away. 'I don't know, somewhere cooler, like the beach! And we can get a watermelon or pineapple on our way back?' You cheered cheerfully. 'We hadn't had a pineapple in some time.' Fyodor commented, not lifting his head from the flashy computer screens. 'Can we go?' You asked once more. 'Please.' You pleaded, wrapping your arms around his neck playfully, trying not to spill your water onto him. 'You can get some ice tea while we get the pineapple, how about it?' 'I prefer warm tea.' 'Fine, if I make you a cup of tea can we go to the beach?' 'I'll think about it.' Fyodor ended and you left, taking the last sip of your water before leaving.
Usually when Fyodor said he'll think about it it meant yes so you got your hopes up. You made a cup of black, lemon tea and brought it Fyodor. 'Here, your hot tea.' You placed the cup next to him on his desk. 'So, can we go?' You asked once more. 'Fine.' Fyodor responded, turning his chair around to face you.
You cheerfully went to get everything ready as Fyodor turn around once more to finish what je was doing.
You were looking for a bathing suit to put on, you found one hidden deep inside your closet, you took it out and tried it on. When you looked at yourself in the mirror your face turned into a frown, the scars were still visible, too visible. A month had passed since then, but your scars don't want to leave your skin, you really are his and only his, there is nothing you can do to escape you are stuck there for ever you can never be happy never even when you pretend to be and distracte yourself with random things you will never be truly happy you were doomed from the beginning and there is no reason to ever hope for a better life your life will stay the way it is you are to be forced to stay with him forever you are worthless you-
'How long are you going to stare yourself in the mirror?' Your thoughts were interrupted by Fyodor. Your frown quickly turned once more into a joyful smile, and with a pep in your step, you continued to gather the stuff you needed for the beach.
You had decided to not wear the swimsuit and wear shorts so you could still go into the water. Fyodor helped you carry the blanket as you took the rest into the trunk of the car. While you were driving Fyodor stole your sunglasses to mess with you.
It was a nice day out on the beach, you played in the water a bit, trying to drag Fyodor to join you but he acted as if he was allergic to the water so you were forced to look at the jelly fish swim by yourself. Fyodor brought a book to read, nothing special.
While you were going back you stopped by the shop and got yourself some summer fruit and ice cream. It was a wonderful day, filled with joys activities but something inside of you kept telling you that everything was all put on for you as a show, you always had this lingering thing with for some reason you could feel it this time, it was hard to explain but it ruined many fun times you had with Fyodor.
When you got home it was late but Fyodor still had some work to be done. 'I'm going to sleep soon.' You yawned and left to get ready for sleeping. 'Don't forget to tell me when you plan go to bed.' Fyodor reminded you. 'But I just told you!' You responded sarcastically.
You finished getting ready and knocked on Fyodor's study's door. 'Come in.' His voice sparked some fear in your heart but you went in anyways. 'I wanna sleep now.' You yawned to Fyodor who was siting faced some computer screens. Without a word he stood up and left with you to the bedroom. You laid down and covered yourself with a thin layer as you couldn't stomach more from the heat. You lifted your hands above your head to the headboard and Fyodor cuffed them so you couldn't escape, yet another reminder of your constant trapment there.
Before going to sleep your mind drifted a little, you feel asleep quickly as the day was tiring. Fyodor walked into the room and slept on the other side of the bed to make sure you were safe.
It was always like this, you tried distracting yourself with days out of with pleading Fyodor to do something for you and you went to bed handcuffed to the headboard so you wouldn't escape with Fyodor by your side. You hated it, you hated every second of it, you were afraid of getting pets or making friends, you were afraid of anything Fyodor didn't approve of and worst of all you were afraid of Fyodor. He was everything you could ever have, you were too perfect, too brittle, too horrible for anything else. All you deserved was Fyodor but even then you felt as if he was too good for you, did you really deserve going outside? Did you really deserve all those little trinkets Fyodor got you? No of course not! You were worthless and no body could love you, how could they? You were only a thing to be had, a thing to be had by Fyodor and only Fyodor, no one else, and if anyone even dared to think about having you they would get their head chopped off, literally.
You had enough, everything made you miserable so you decided to take matters in your own hands and end your life. What other options did you have? Non. You couldn't even dare to think about killing Fyodor, he would torture you till you were as good as death, he would probably skin you alive of something. The only option you had to escape was to kill yourself.
You walked into the kitchen and found the medicine cabinet, you took about thirty pain killers and took them all with a glass water. What now? You strolled into your bedroom and laid on the bed waiting for the pain killers to do their thing. You closed your eyes waiting for death.
You suddenly got an urge to throw up, you ran into the bathroom, trying to walk straight as you could feel the whole room swaying, you got to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, it felt horrible, you felt horrible. Your heart was racing and you left weirdly light-headed. You sat by the toilet throwing up every couple of minutes. Fyodor heard you being sick and quickly ran into the bathroom to make sure you're okay. He knelt down by you and pulled your hair out of your face and rubbed your back.
When you got a break from the constant throwing up Fyodor asked what you took, he knew you would take something, he knew everything and you hated it, but atleast he pulled your hair back. Maybe he was right to lock you away, who knows what you would do if he wasn't here, he was there protect you and keep you safe, it was your fault for falling in love when you shouldn't have, he wouldn't help you like Fyodor would. 'Pain killers... I'm sorry Fyodor, I shouldn't have done that.' You cried, took the piece of paper, whipped your face and through it in the toilet before flushing everything. 'I'm sorry I tried leaving you, I'm sorry for everything I did, will you forgive me?' You cried into Fyodor's arms as held you close, waiting a bit before responding, he knew you only wanted to hear his words of forgiveness but he wanted to toy with you for atleast a little while.
'Please Fyodor, can you ever forgive me?' You pleaded desperately wanting to hear his forgiveness. 'I don't know if I could after what you had done, but I can try.' He responded.
༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻
Done.
Sorry for putting heavier topics into this one :( hope you enjoyed it tho!
Have a wonderful day/night and enjoy the lovely weather if you can :)
-love, Az
#bsd#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs#fyodor dostoevsky#fyodor x y/n#fyodor x reader#bsd fyodor#fyodor x you#yandere fyodor#yandere fyodor x reader
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Hi Jelly! If possible I would like to make a post war levi x reader request! Where the reader was a vet as well and when the war finally ended they get together. Both of them taking care of each other. Nsfw, sfw, and fluff are all good but up too you! Thank you have a wonderful day!
Finally together.
Pairing: Post war Levi x Fem!Reader
Tags and warnings: Post war, canon world, fluff, romance, becoming a couple, kisses, scars, burns.
You and Levi are finally released from the hospital and decide to meet up on a date. The two of you express your feelings and become a couple.
@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn
You felt nervous meeting Levi again because you were covered in burns. During the last fight, the steam from the Titans burned your skin. You knew before the burns Levi had been attracted to you, but you weren't sure what he'd think now. The burns weren't many, but they were on your right arm a bit, your right leg and the right side of your neck.
You lightly touched the burn on your neck and liked how soft the healed skin was. You looked into your bag and checked the gifts you had for Levi. You smiled a little and made your way to the meeting stop you'd agreed with Levi through your letters.
Levi had been at a hospital, but not the one you were in. You both needed hospitals that could help you with the injuries you had. Levi needed a place to help with the loss of limbs, along with joint issues and large scars. You needed a place that could treat burns well. So, you and Levi were kept apart but you sent letters.
You slipped into the cute cafe and gazed around the room and tried to find where you could sit. You paused when you saw Levi sitting at a table in a little quiet corner. You blushed a little and made your way over it Levi as if a magnet was pulling you over to him. You were just attracted to Levi in every single way.
Levi looked up when he felt your presence. You always soothed him and he was always drawn to you. He stood up and used the table to support him a little. He smiled softly as he fought tears at seeing you again. He said your name and laughed a little and said it again.
You grinned at him. "Hi."
"You look..."
"Bad?"
He shook his head. "Incredible. May I hug you?"
You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." He released you and pulled your chair out for you. "It's so good to see you."
"It's wonderful to see you."
Levi sat down and reached over to you. "Are you well?"
You took his hand and held it on the table as you remember the words of love that had been said in the letters. "I am. Things don't hurt as much as they have done."
"Good, I'm glad." He eyed your arm. "It looks pretty."
"Really?"
He nodded. "Yeah, unlike mine."
You lifted his hand and kissed it. "I'm sure you look incredible. To me, you are still as handsome as ever."
"Thank you." He smiled a little. "You're so pretty." He blushed a little. "I-I was thinking, th-that you and I c-could live in umm Paradis t-together."
You nodded. "I would love that."
"Y-You would?"
You hummed a gentle laugh. "Yes. Levi, I told you in my letters that my dedication to you will always be strong. My love for you is never-ending. I want to be with you."
"I want to be with you too. I don't ever want to be apart from you." He blushed hard. "I've always loved you, but I was so scared of dying or you dying."
You leaned over and kissed Levi taking him by surprise. "I felt the same. My heart was always yours, but this world is cruel and we could have died. I'm glad we didn't so we could be together at last."
Levi shoved his fingers into your hair and yanked you close for a kiss. He moaned against your lips before releasing a long sigh through his nose. "Tch, sorry for kissing you out of nowhere, but I just...I love you."
You smiled softly. "I love you too."
He pulled back as his cheeks burned. "Shall we order something? My treat."
You giggled. "That'd be nice."
#levi ackerman#aot levi#snk levi#levi#aot fanfiction#fanfic#levi x y/n#levi x you#levi fanfiction#levi x reader#captain levi x you#captain levi x reader#captain levi ackerman#captain levi#levi attack on titan#levi aot#jelly fanfics#levi x reader fluff#levi x yn#levi ackerman fluff#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x y/n#levi ackerman x female reader
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Day #6 of @redscapeweek | Baking/Mornings | T
Just some goofy guys. Finally, writing one where they're dating
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Scar wouldn't say it was a tradition for him and Mumbo to bake every Monday morning, but it did happen every week. Scar usually invited Mumbo over for the night, so he would be right there in the morning.
It wasn't as if Scar didn't want Mumbo to spend the night, regardless of their Monday baking. He loved being able to spend time with Mumbo as much as possible. Scar would always try to get him to come over as early as possible, so they could spend the day with just the two of them. Sometimes Mumbo got distracted with his builds or some Redstone contraptions, but that was fine. By the end of the night, the two of them were cuddled up in bed, asleep in the other's arms.
This morning they were both in the kitchen, having woken up around the same time. Coffee had been brewed, and their matching cups were on the counter behind him, Mumbo's mostly drank and Scar's still halfway full. The cups were of cats, the tails curling to make the handles. Scar's looked like Jellie and Mumbo's was a tuxedo cat. When Scar got them, he thought it was so funny.
"You know because you wear a suit a lot! So you'd have a tuxedo cat."
"I'd have one or be one?"
"Hmm. Either is fine. You'd be an adorable tuxedo cat."
"Cuter than Jellie?" Mumbo smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to his boyfriend. Scar looked scandalized.
"The betrayal. Making me choose between two things I love." Scar giggled and leaned in to kiss Mumbo on the cheek. "It'd be you, but it'd be a tough battle."
They had laughed and kissed for a good long while after. Even now, looking at them made Scar think of the day he got them. It filled him with warmth. Being with Mumbo was so wonderful.
"What should we make this morning? Do you have anything you've been wanting to bake?"
Scar tapped a finger against his chin. What did he want to make? "How about lemon muffins? I have all the ingredients here to make them."
"Been a while since I had a good muffin. Alright. You get the ingredients, and I'll get the pan and other kitchen tools." They both nodded, moving around the kitchen to gather what was needed. Whenever they passed by the other one, they always leaned in for a kiss or let their hands linger on the other's waist. Or something else to touch the other one.
They knew not to linger too long. In the past, they could sometimes get caught up with one another that the baking wouldn't get done, or they'd forget something or even a few times, accidentally burning their baked good. At least they hadn't burned down Scar's kitchen. Yet.
Once everything was placed on the counter, cat mugs in hands, they tried to divvy out the steps between the two of them. Neither had a real preference for what they did, but Mumbo loved watching Scar use his hands. He'd measure things out for the both of them and then watch Scar squeeze lemons or mix the bowl, his arms flexing. Scar loved showing off just a little during these mornings. Having Mumbo swoon over him was always wonderful. He looked so cute blushing.
"You know, I think we make the perfect team, you and me," Scar told Mumbo as they filled the muffin pan. Mumbo had made sure to set two timers for the muffins, just in case they didn't hear one of them. "It's almost like we were meant to be together."
"Ah yes. The perfect baking duo. No one could do it better."
They both laughed again, taking the time while they waited for the muffins to bake, to talk and kiss and just enjoy the other's presence. When the muffins were done, they were the best thing they'd ever tasted.
Just as it was every week.
#redscapeweek23#hermitshipping#redscape#mumscar#this was so cute#I was smiling the whole time writing it
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Hi lovely! Hope your day is going well! For the winter blurbs, 7 or 14 with Rhett. 🫶
Was definitely in need of some soft Rhett today! I combined both prompts—#7 (“I wish every day could be like this”) and #14 (Old bookstore on a cold day). I hope you enjoy! ☺️
“Rhett Abbott, you are going to get us in trouble,” you whispered, swatting at your boyfriend’s arms as he came up behind you, his lips planted firmly on your neck as his large, calloused hands massaged your hips.
“Who’s gonna get us in trouble, hm?” Rhett murmured against your throat, his voice low and rumbly in a way that had your skin buzzing with pleasure. “Old Man Johnson? He’s way up front and I have it on good authority that his hearing aids haven’t worked since 1985.”
You giggled at that, smacking his arm again. “Don’t be fresh,” you teased, rolling your eyes playfully. “And stop distracting me. I’m trying to browse.” Biting back your smile, you kept your gaze fixed on the dusty row of books in front of you.
It had been Rhett’s idea to stop into the old bookstore that you loved so much, the one you and he had frequented all the time as children. You’d driven into town with him to help pick up some supplies for the ranch and run a few other errands, but since it was still early afternoon, Rhett figured it couldn’t hurt to make one more stop before he ran everything home. It was also a good excuse to get out of the bitter cold. Not to mention, he knew how much you loved the bookstore, with its faded awning and mismatched furniture and scarred wooden bookshelves reaching from floor to ceiling.
“There’s just something so magical about it,” you’d told him once when the two of you had stopped in to pick up a book for Amy’s birthday. “It hasn’t changed one bit since we were kids, and I love that. It always feels like a whole other world when you step in here.”
Old Man Johnson—who must have been born an old man because you’d never seen him without his white hair and whiskers—always sat vigil behind the counter up front, and based on conversations with him, you didn’t doubt that there was some validity to what Rhett had said about his hearing aids.
You and Rhett had gotten in trouble on more than one occasion growing up for running amuck through the store, chasing each other up and down the aisles and playing hide-and-seek among the antique couches and chairs that you were certain Old Man Johnson had pulled in off the street just before garbage collection. They were some of your fondest childhood memories.
Rhett groaned low against your ear, which nearly turned your legs to jelly right then and there. “You’re killin’ me, honeybee,” he whispered, nibbling playfully on your earlobe. “How much longer you gonna be browsing?”
Grinning, you leaned your head back against his shoulder, peering up at him from beneath your lashes. “Need I remind you that it was your idea to come in here, cowboy?” you asked teasingly.
“Only ’cause I know how much you like it,” Rhett mumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple as you pulled a book off the shelf that looked as though it had been sitting there since about the same time that Old Man Johnson’s hearing aids stopped working.
“I thought you liked it, too,” you shot back with a grin, flipping through the pages, which triggered a small plume of dust.
Rhett chuckled as he rested his cheek against the top of your head, holding you in his arms and swaying back and forth slightly. “Only when we were chasing each other around and playing hide-and-seek,” he confessed, slipping his finger through one of the belt loops on your jeans.
“Oh, really?” you asked, arching an eyebrow. “Huh,” you murmured thoughtfully, placing the book you were holding back on the shelf. “Well in that case…” You paused for a moment, turning around to look up at Rhett before suddenly poking him in the chest. “Tag! You’re it!” you exclaimed, taking off down the aisle and making a sharp left turn.
You could hear his little whoop of amusement behind you as he began his pursuit, your mingled laughter bouncing off the walls of the old bookstore as you chased each other up and down each aisle and all around the store, your movements quick and limber to avoid being caught.
“If you want to catch me, you have to find me!” you taunted with a laugh, dropping to your hands and knees as fast as lightning and crawling behind an old futon in the back of the store before your boyfriend could spot you. Covering your mouth with your hand, you tried very hard not to giggle when you heard Rhett’s footsteps approach.
“Now, honeybee, where did you get off to?” he drawled slowly, enunciating each word as he made a show of scratching his head and turning in every direction, searching for you. “Hmm, I don’t know, I might just have to admit defeat,” he sighed, turning and stepping closer to the futon. “Unless…”
Without warning, he suddenly dropped to his hands and knees as well, spotting you curled up against the back wall. “Caught ya!”
You let out a loud shriek of amusement as he reached for your leg, trying without success to scramble out of his hold.
“Hey! What are you kids doing back there?” Old Man Johnson’s raspy voice barked from the front of the store.
“Sorry!” you and Rhett both called out in unison, as if you were eight years old again.
Breaking out into another fit of giggles, though quieter this time, you allowed Rhett to help you out of your hiding spot, the two of you wiping the dust off each other’s clothes.
“C’mere,” Rhett growled playfully, grabbing your waist and pulling you down with him onto the old futon. Once you were seated comfortably in his lap, he kissed you thoroughly, his fingers tracing delicate designs along the curve of your jaw.
Letting out a soft sigh of contentment, you curled up against his chest, smiling to yourself as he began playing with your hair. “This was fun,” you murmured, running your hand over his muscled chest. “I wish every day could be like this.”
Rhett smiled, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “Honeybee, every day that I’m with you is the best day of my life.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a real smooth talker, Abbott?” you asked, eyes sparkling as you looked at him.
“Maybe once or twice,” Rhett laughed, closing the distance between you as he kissed you again.
You loved that old bookstore indeed.
January OTP Prompts 📚
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“I heard you wanted Big B.”
There’s no accusatory edge in Scar’s voice. He’s just stating a fact as it is. The “instead of me” remains unsaid.
Grian sighs. He studiously trains his eyes on the wheat he’s planting. “Scar, I love you and you’re one of my best friends, but Big B is too. And we’ve— we’ve done lots of stuff together. Especially in Third Life and Hermitcraft. But Big B and I… we don’t have a lot of chances to hang out here. It’s nothing against you. Really.”
“I know!” Scar exclaims, genuine. “I’m not bothered. And I love Big B; he’s a beautiful, beautiful man who loves his cookies. And I guess the universe just adores watching us two together.”
Grian snorts. He’s the one who created this universe and the two that came before, and he thinks the universe may hold a grudge against him. Somehow, he and Scar keep on gravitating towards each other, locked in each other’s orbit, dancing away only to inevitably return. They live, and they die.
(They love, and they die.)
“At least you chose me the first time.” Scar sounds as cheerful as always. He affectionately rubs the head of one of his Jellie pandas, and Grian feels a stab of— a stab of something that’s not jealousy, because Grian knows Scar will always love his cat above everything and everyone and it’s a fact. (And as a cat lover, Grian understands him all too well.)
Grian’s hands shake just a little bit when he breaks off a bit of bamboo and tosses it to the Jellie panda. “That’s right. I could’ve left you once the debt of my first life was over. But I didn’t.”
I couldn’t.
“And we could’ve betrayed each other,” Scar says. “I think- I think Martyn really valued you until the bitter end. Your diamond sword alliance or something.”
“And you could’ve stabbed me in the back. We could’ve broken apart.”
“But we didn’t.”
“But we didn’t,” Grian softly echoes. “We chose each other and stuck to it.”
And then Grian looks at Scar, and Scar looks at him, and despite the humid and warm weather they’re having, for a split second it’s like they’re transported back to the arid desert, their desert, the hot and dangerous nights, their doomed llama, their bloodied ring of cacti. Grian’s the first to break the stare.
“Well, that’s in the past. We don’t have a choice now, Scar.”
… It comes out as more callous than he intended. But either Scar didn’t pick it up, or he doesn’t care.
Scar grins at Grian, and Grian almost sees a glimpse of that grey skin and bright red eyes. “For the record, I do like being ‘stuck’ with you, Grian.”
Scar’s iron armour glints in the strong sun, and Grian feels like he has to look away before he gets blinded. “Likewise.”
They work on their individual tasks, hearts thumping in tandem. It’s easy to settle into their old rhythm. Scar’s humming and Grian’s grown so used to it that he can tune it out, and that unsettles him. Sure, Scar is his constant, but is he getting too used to Scar? Grian doesn’t want Scar to annoy him, his antics to seem normal, for him to get used to Scar’s characteristic unpredictability. He wants his friendship with Scar to remain fresh. Grian likes surprises, and that’s why he likes Scar. But now, it’s almost predictable that they’re together again.
The universe chose this for us.
Then Grian remembers his initial bellow of despair when he finds out. He’s shocked into silence, scarcely believing the truth until Joel whacks Scar with a sword and Grian yelps in pain. Grian’s mind is in a whirl, yet when Scar comes back from his wild soulmate chase (not knowing his soulmate is right there), Grian still offers him food, his tone almost shy. It’s unnecessary, because Grian can just eat and heal for the two of them, but he likes doing things for Scar.
(And Scar, of course, willingly takes it, but not without a comment of how everyone’s been so kind to him today, because Grian is just another “everyone”—)
And Grian can’t help but trail after Scar. He yells when mobs are too close, yanks Scar away when he’s about to fall, and generally go through his usual routine of being Scar’s bodyguard. It’s like clockwork. His body knows what to do, especially now when their souls are linked. Scar’s still oblivious and Grian genuinely thinks it’s a long, long joke, but it’s not. It’s really not.
Joel and Etho make jokes about ditching Scar and Grian laughs along. “Do I just let him go?” “He still doesn’t know about me— know about us!” Grian even lets Scar wander for a little while, but ultimately the compass in Grian’s heart points to Scar. Grian can stray, but in the end, he returns.
(He chooses to return.)
And Scar, with his easygoing smile and ridiculous charm (that Grian knows too well), can choose anyone he wishes. Scar’s a magnet for death, but people can’t help but look after him. It’s instinct. And Grian’s probably not been a good soulmate considering he’s passively hiding the fact that they’re soulbound. And maybe Scar’s tired of him as well.
But then Grian remembers the way Scott and Cleo chose and fiercely defended each other. They ditched their soulmates for each other, calling them their “chosen”, leaving Pearl and Martyn in the dust. In a universe where it allows, no, forces them to love, people can still resist and rebel. Everyone still has a choice, even if it’s easier to go along with what the universe wants. Soulmates can run away from each other. Soulmates can hurt each other. Soulmates don’t have to care for each other.
Grian’s eyes scan over their base. It’s not the desert and it’s not their mountain. That time has long gone past. Their home is lush and green and full of pets and life. They both still have three lives and there’s no debt bridging between them. They live in near perfect conditions. For once, the universe is generous. Grian doesn’t need to take Scar’s life in order for them to be bound.
“You know what, Scar?”
“Yeah?”
“I was wrong.”
Grian stares at Scar, and he thinks Scar can sense his solemnity.
“I think, in this life—“
Grian places a hand over his own chest and feels Scar’s steady heartbeat, a comforting reminder that they’re linked.
“—we still chose each other.”
#double life smp#double life spoilers#grian#goodtimeswithscar#desert duo#ria.fic#having a normal one rn#ok i think ill stop#i just think that desert duo，#(can see as ship)
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I dunno if I'm late but maybe scar and grian? Or either one by themself if you are uncomfy with poly
Caught In The Middle
You wake up to find your boyfriends in the middle of a prank war, both trying to win you over.
It's very sweet of you to want to be careful of my boundaries, but I myself am polyamorous, I'll absolutely write it lmao. I also write Scar with various mobility aides (A cane in this) and Grian with wings.
GoodTimesWithScar x Reader x Grian
Fandom: Hermitcraft
Format: Oneshot
Warnings: N/A
Gender-neutral Reader
Hermitcraft Masterlist
Kofi Link
Your house had been peaceful this morning. From the moment you'd woke up, sunlight streaming in through your window, to now, as you stepped out the door, it had been calm and quiet.
Naturally, you knew that meant something was wrong. This server was never calm and peaceful; nowhere was that more true than your home. Your boyfriends constantly found themselves in the middle of chaos and started it more often than not.
It wasn't rare for them both to be gone before you were awake. They were early risers and always had more plans than free time. Given that you'd slept in longer than morning, it made sense that you hadn't seen them yet. But usually, you'd see a note left behind by Scar or a scattering of feathers.
Today, there was no sign of them at all. Everything was clean and in its place. It was eerie.
Closing your door behind you, you set out to find out what was going on.
-
It didn't take you long to find Grian sitting in a tree and trying to pull a trip wire taut. With his brightly colored wings, stealth had never been his strong suit. But he clearly wasn't trying to hide from you, as the moment he spotted you, he dove down from the tree with a grin, landing in front of you.
"Good morning, love! How's it going?"
He was bouncing on his toes as he spoke, in a way that you knew was a sign of trouble, especially with how he kept glancing over your shoulder.
"I'm fine, what are you up to?" You asked, glancing behind you. There was nothing there, but you wouldn't put it past him to be staring at a dot on the horizon.
"Nothing! Working! What are you up to?" He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, clearly trying to distract you.
"Mhm? And the tripwire is for work? I'm not stupid, what are you doing."
He laughed, sheepish and endearing. "Alright, yeah, you got me. I'm setting up a prank. But it's not for you, it's for Scar! Do you want to help? We'll be partners in crime, the terror of the server!"
You couldn't help but smile at him. "You are ridiculous. I have stuff I need to do today, but good luck with your pranks, I won't tell him."
He shook his head, feigning disappointment, but he was still buzzing with the excitement of his mischief. "Alright, I love you! I need to get this done before Scar gets back."
"Love you too, birdbrain," You replied, briefly kissing him before you set off to continue your day. You could hear Grian whistling behind you, and his joy was infectious.
-----
Scar, naturally, was getting into just as much trouble as Grian was. You really couldn't expect anything less from either of them. They were drawn to trouble like moths to a flame.
You heard him before you saw him, recognizing his warm voice in the gentle coo that was reserved for his cats.
"Now you see, Jellie, our Grian cannot resist pressing buttons. Especially if we add a sign that says 'Do Not Touch'. It's his kryptonite."
Your boyfriends were both ridiculous. You chuckled as you stepped up to the edge of the clearing he was standing in.
"Morning, Scar," you called out.
He was standing in the midst of a bunch of signs with a cat (That you were pretty sure was a wild cat, and was not his pet) and he scrambled up with his cane when he heard you.
"Hello! Good morning!"
"Are you building a prank for Grian?"
"What? No, no, no, what would ever give you that idea?" He was still smiling widely at you, in the soft affectionate way you'd become so familiar with. He was also desperately trying to cover the signs that he had been writing.
Stepping closer you could see they were mostly variations on warnings to not press a button, some directly addressed to Grian.
"Mhm? Then what's all this then?"
"Uhhhh, a game? A scavenger hunt we're doing! Yep, absolutely!"
You laughed and walked right up to him, kissing him with a grin. He was smiling into it too, and his free hand gently rested on your waist.
"Mm, now that's a nice good morning, don't you think?" He asked after you pulled back. "And yeah, it's a prank. But you can't tell him!"
"I know, love, I won't." You really had a type, didn't you?
"Although, now that I think about it, you could be a great help if you'd like to join me! He'd never see it coming! We have a bet riding on this, and I'll split the winnings with you~" His voice leaned into a sing-song tone as he tried to convince you.
"No way, Scar. I am not getting into the middle of this competition. I know exactly how it'll turn out if I do. I'll be pranked more than either of you will."
"We would never! Just ask Jellie here. Jellie, would Grian and I turn our pranks on them?"
The cat stared up at the both of you for a long moment, then yawned.
"That was a no," Scar immediately said.
"No, it wasn't, honey," You snicked and kissed his cheek. "Have fun, I need to get going. And if any of this competition gets brought into my house, you are both getting locked out."
#finnwrites#grian x reader#x reader#oneshot#goodtimeswithscar x reader#goodtimewithscar x reader#hermitcraft x reader#grian x reader x scar#grian x reader x goodtimeswithscar#scar x reader#gender neutral reader
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After screaming about Scar and Pearl for roughly an hour, i have been convinced to share some of my thoughts. Which may or may not hurt. ALSO: secret life spoilers ahead, be wary. (all of the below entries are copy and pasted, and may not make sense altogether. some go with others, but maybe a little more of them are alone)
While Scar and Scott were half fighting with each other (Scott was trying to shoot him) he was talking about how he chose Pearl and their team over him, and Pearl and Scar were stuck together in the end, the two most wronged by their partners in Double Life (Martyn is up there, but he didn't really have it bad because he has always been a free roamer, unless he has someone to devote too) but Scott, the one who was talking to Scar about this, was also the one who left his soulmate alone. Maybe Scar saw that Scott was to blame. Maybe he saw some sort of hope in Pearls eyes that he wasn't going to tell Scott he was just playing both sides. And maybe Scar figured that she needed someone. And he could understand. They were quite similar, after all :)
Not a copy and paste but thinking about ship names (or duo name) whether platonic, qpr, or romantic, and a dear friend of mine said Moonflower, or Scarlet moon (i am a Moonflower girlie myself)
grian can go to Hermitcraft knowing that we are reaching the end of Hermitcraft (LAST SECRET LIFE SESH RECORDING was 9 days before the end and we have 5 now. how many minecraft days can our weirdo blobs fit) and he thinks, I can finally talk to scar about 3rd life because he's a winner now he remembers if we're doing backwards winners curse, and then be goes to talk to scar in scarland, but stops because. He's with Pearl. And the two of them are laughing and crying, but Grian can see just how close those two winners are so instead he turns and walks away, knowing that he's safe from the watchers with Pearl even if it hurts so badly.
AND AND. specifically. how they won. because it's not like, oh we can talk to each other and get answers from each other, its that it was the exact same method. Scott killed himself both times, and both Scar and Pearl were alone
grian can go to Hermitcraft knowing that we are reaching the end of Hermitcraftthey were both treated wrong by soulmates, (Grians cheating, Scott leaving Pearl), AND OMG that hurts so much more in that paragraph i wrote before cause what if Grian's like, i deserve it for how i treated him, because he knows that he unintentionally uses other players just so he can survive in the games (LAST SECRET LIFE SESH RECORDING was 9 days before the end and we have 5 now. how many minecraft days can our weirdo blobs fit) and he thinks, I can finally talk to scar about 3rd life because he's a winner now he remembers if we're doing backwards winners curse, and then be goes to talk to scar in scarland, but stops because. He's with Pearl. And the two of them are laughing and crying, but Grian can see just how close those two winners are so instead he turns and walks away, knowing that he's safe from the watchers with Pearl even if it hurts so badly.
quoting a friend (not the one who helped with the names) as a reply to my earlier idea of grian angst: "GRIAN THINKING HE DESERVES IT AUGH I LOVE THAT. the two soulmateless people becoming eachothers soulmates !!"
my reply to my friends words (the bit one line above this one), and the thing that really hit my the most: "no no not soulmates. that's two bittersweet for them. no they want something more fluffy, like tilly or jellie. Something like 'partners.' or 'Lovers' but never soulmates. Because really, as much as how they were treated hurt. their soulmates lead them too each other. And well, if you have a soulmate that isn't romantic, it's only fitting if they lead you to the person for you that is, whether they mean it or not.
Help i need sleep but the token semi straights are slapping me with swords-
#Scar and Pearl#secret life#secret life smp#secret life spoilers#life series#traffic smp#goodtimeswithscar#pearlescentmoon#The new “shipname”#Moonflower#(please let me know if anyone has another)#i need them
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Hi Lunar! Its me Logan, obviously, but I wanted to request a Scar x gn!reader hurt/comfort where the reader is really clingy and Scar is really busy and like shrugs the reader off, maybe calls the reader annoying because hes in a bad mood which hurts the readers feelings and Scar has to think for a bit before he realizes he hurt the reader and looks for the reader so that he can comfort them?
Sleep-deprived anger is not a good combo for your loving partner!
Pairing: Goodtimeswithscar x Reader
Summary: In which you try to do something nice for your boyfriend only for it to backfire.
Genre: Hurt/comfort
Words: 1.5k
Extra notes: I'm not so good at writing angst, uhhhh yeah- I hope you enjoy! Oh! Also established relationship!
Content warnings (If any): ANGST ANGST ANGST!!!! Scar being sleep-deprived and hurting Y/n by not watching his mouth, its not exactly discussed but it is insinuated they talk out it later and they do, just not in this one-shot, don't be like scar kids
"He hasn't been home since almost a week ago," You said, wringing out your hands as you paced your and Scar's home "I'm getting worried. He at least comes by to check in every other day."
"Maybe check around his Megabase," Gem suggested "He could be hyperfocused on that. You know it's his pride and joy."
Gem was your best friend, even if you had barely met almost two years ago when she first joined. She was the one who encouraged you to tell your feelings to Scar.
"Yeah," Y/n murmured stopped in their tracks "Oh! I can even make him some lunch!"
"Yeah!" Gem smiled "I'll leave you to it! Have fun!"
"Darling!" You called out to the man with a smile, petting Jellie on your way into the Scarland Theme park "I have Lunch!"
When he didn't answer, you were curious. He always answers you, no matter what. You walk around the park looking for the man until you see him balancing precariously on some scaffolding about to fall. You placed the food on a stray bench and when you looked back at him your soft smile turned into a panic when he took a step back and lost his balance when there wasn't anything underneath him.
"Scar!" You called and rushed forward to catch him
he landed in your arms and crushed you under his body weight but you could care less. Scar was safe.
"Thanks," He murmured and got up off of you before he immediately tried to go back to work
Not even a kiss?
You grabbed his hand and pulled him back and towards the bench. He didn't fight until he realized what was happening.
"What are you doing?" Scar hissed and ripped his wrist away "I still have some work to do! Plus it's dangerous for you to be around here!"
"I made you lunch!" You smiled at him despite his harsh tone "I wasn't sure if you've eaten a full meal in a few days so I made it. I'm here because I need to make sure you're eating!"
"Yes, I'm eating." He groaned and stared at you
His stare sent chills down your spine. His eyes, usually filled with fondness and love when he looked at you, were now dead, cold, and... angry.
"Now Please, get out. I'll eat later. I have to finish this building." He muttered and turned around
Usually, you would have let him leave. Usually, when he gets like this, you let it slide. You knew how much he loved you and you knew he didn't mean it but today?
Today, for some reason, you couldn't let it slide.
"Scar," You said "Eat. I won't leave if you don't eat in front of me."
"Oh, void-" He groaned and dragged a hand down his face and through gritted teeth he said "Good void Y/n please shut up! I am trying to work here and you're just distracting me. Please go home. I need to finish this one last thing."
"We both know it won't be 'this one last thing' Scar!" You exclaim "You will get distracted with another thing once you're done or find another detail to obsess over! Please take a breath to eat and come home! I miss you and I'm worried that you're pushing yourself too hard!"
"OH MY VOID SHUT UP Y/N!" Scar yelled
You shrunk back into yourself when he yelled. Scar never yelled, especially not at you. So when he suddenly turned to you, his face and eyes turning bright red and full of rage and vex wings splayed out to appear threatening.
"BE QUIET! I AM WORKING ON A HUGE PROJECT THAT I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT! I DONT NEED SOME CLINGY, NEEDY AND ANNOYING PERSON TO BE PESTERING ME EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF MY DAY!" Scar screamed into your face and rose his hand angrily to run them through his hair
although, when he rose his hands you flinched and blinked back the tears in your eyes
"Fine," You said, you felt your body shake and forced your voice not to wobble "I'll leave you alone. I didn't realize you thought I was that annoying."
You flinched when he let out a harsh sigh and wanted to sob when you heard him say "Finally" under his breath
You turn around and walk down the main street before looking back at Scar, who continued his work before you turned back and sprinted off to find somewhere -anywhere- to hide your face from your angry lover
Hours later Scar jolted awake and wiped the drool from his face. On his back was a wool cover and a note attached to his forehead.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for bothering you and I'm sorry for being annoying. I found you asleep so I put a cover on top of you and decided not to bother you. I won't be sleeping at the house tonight. There's warm food at the house. - Y/n
"Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!" Scar groaned at the note and hit his forehead with the palm of his hand as hazy memories of just a few hours ago danced across his mind "Why would you say that to them?! Oh god, they must hate me!"
With shame and disappointment rising within him, Scar took off to find his partner in hopes of begging for forgiveness
When he got to their shared home the note was correct as you were gone and there was warm food in your place.
He sighed and looked at the note once again.
Maybe Gem would know!
Gem knew all too well
She stood at her door, hoove tapping angrily and nose flaring as her green eyes were lit ablaze with fury.
"What were you thinking?!" She whispered harshly and grabbed Scar by his ear "Are you crazy? Even after you got mad at them, they still brought you a blanket and made food for you!"
"I know I know!" Scar whined, "I messed up!"
"You did more than mess up!" Gem rolled her eyes "They think you hate them! How dare you say they were annoying?! They care about you! And have cared about you since season 4! Five seasons isn't anything to sneeze at! That's a long time!"
"I KNOW!" Scar sobbed and he coved his face with his hands "I messed up! I'm a horrible boyfriend! I was so caught up in trying to make a perfect place for the both of us and I didn't want them to get hurt and I was so sleep deprived and I-"
"I don't want your excuses!" Gem tugged his ear again, pointy tip turning a bright red "I will let you into the house to apologize only if Y/n wants to see you! If they don't, you will have to wait until they are ready."
"I will wait for millennia if they want me to," Scar insisted and dropped his hands from his face an earnest expression on it
Gem only sighed and moved inside only to come back a few minutes later with a furious expression on her face
"You are so lucky they are head over heels for you." Gem scowled and swung open the door for him "They're in their bedroom."
Scar rushed inside and while the giant castle wasn't entirely finished, Gem and Y/n had fully made and decorated rooms. He rushed to the door of Y/n's and as he went to knock he hesitated
What if they said yes to make him feel better?
What if they were still mad?
Did Scar really deserve to be forgiven?
Should he give them more time?
What if they decide to break up with him?
What if-
"Scar?" a familiar and calming voice snapped his mouth of his trance
"... May I come in my love?" Scar asked, voice weak and shakey
There was a moment of silence before the door creaked open and your eyes, your beautiful eyes, the ones that enchanted Scar were red, puffy, and glossy
... All because of him
Scar swore he could feel and hear his heart crack but it may as well could have been his knees as he dropped to the ground and began to grovel at your feet, begging for forgiveness and crying his apologies.
Your arms wrapped around the man who was sobbing until he calmed down and burrowed his face in your collarbone and had his hand gripping your hips like his life depended on it
"Oh my Darling," You whispered and your throat suddenly felt tight "I"m sorry."
"No!" Scar looked up so fast he should have gotten whiplash "I'm sorry! What I said to you was undeserved and I should have never talked to you like that and whatever I say will never make up for it and you don't have to forgive me but-"
"Oh shut up," You mutter and grab his face before pulling him into a kiss "We need to talk about this but we can talk about it later. When I'm less sleepy from crying."
"Whatever you want my love." Scar sighed into your lips as he chased another kiss
#goodtimeswithscar#gtws#gtwscar#hermitcraft#goodtimeswithscar x reader#gtws hermitcraft#gtws x reader#hc gtws#C! Goodtimeswithscar#hurt/comfort#angst#fluff#oneshot#luna has written
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hi!! are you the author of my grave is mine to dig on ao3? i just saw your url is the same as on that fic and i was just wondering haha! i love that fic sm!
YESSSS, sorry for the late reply, that's me, that's me!!! sorry if im late to update it, chapter three is being a bitch and i might be splitting it into two big parts since it's where the subplot line begins closing in with the reveal of the main plotline, but AHHHH!!! hope ur patient enough for it 😭😭😭 here's a snippet from chapter three, if this helps!
There was something in people sharing sentiments with inanimate objects. How Steve’s affection extended to the unreal, to the immobile, and to the lifeless. Like he could love even beyond what normal loving did and there was something about that. With children loving anything and everything.
As if they could both love like kids could; like how they used to. Unfettered, limitless, real. (Like they had the power to do this: keep on loving again.)
“Come on. Ma’s this way,” Eddie’s voice was hoarse and quiet, and Steve must’ve been learning a lot about him too because he didn’t make a comment. Just let himself be pulled away.
“You think she’ll like me?” Steve asked quietly.
“I don’t know,” Eddie teased, “what do you think?”
“Eddieeee,” Steve dragged him to a stop, earning a chuckle out of him.
Eddie turned around and met Steve’s eyes. Found the churchyard, trapped in dawn, the sun breaking through the clouds at a time where Eddie and Steve would usually be sat at breakfast—after Steve came back from whatever run he did in the morning. They’d be sharing a plate by then, with food that Steve cooked up, listening to Eddie’s old records on the turntable Eddie had dug out from Wayne’s old stuff. Steve would have bandaids over his fingers. Eddie would ask about them—and Steve would hum until Eddie forgot ever asking. Take his hand and dance him around. Pretended the world didn’t exist for a moment—that they weren’t hurt everyday.
He swallowed past the lump in his throat.
“Well, Steve, I don’t know. She likes to wake up early, though. She leaves conditioner in her hair, and can't go out without her favorite bracelet. Ma, she would sing this tune from a show—I forgot the name, I don’t remember—but all I knew was that Ma loved to sing it in the kitchen.” He swept Steve’s hand up to his face, pressing a kiss into the knuckle just cause he could. “She liked cats, and those silver wind chimes you’d see hangin’ from windows. I think my favorite memory of her is—”
He thinned his lips to meet Steve’s eyes once more; how Steve was full of wonder and adoration. A soft vacuum in a world that held his mess. Eddie couldn’t think of anything more treacherous. Beautiful.
“Is what, Eds?” Steve whispered, in a manner so reverent, like he knew how Eddie was looking at him then. Caught in the dredges of his heart. If only he knew.
Eddie suddenly felt shy. Christ.
“Every time I called her a hero, she’d light up like a fucking Christmas tree. She knew how much I loved superheroes an’ shit back then. I was fucking ridiculous.” Eddie shook his head, laughing through his nose. “She’d take me out on Fridays, get me those jelly ice pops and sit by the curb. Good shit. We’d count the birds that flew by—name ‘em some stupid things—like Spot, or Dot or whatever.” Steve throwing his head back in a laugh didn’t make the names so stupid, so Eddie grinned softly in return. Continued, “We’d watch the sunset, and sing a few songs too. We’d wait until Pa left so we could go home. The best days were always when the bastard was gone. Ma always made shit better somehow. It’s her magic powers or something. It always blew my mind.”
Eddie took a shaky breath. Steve tightened his grip and he looked over.
He didn’t know what he saw, but he knew what Steve was seeing. He was looking at Eddie, and the jagged mire inside him; broken and scarred over. Steve’s body—just this time, reflected in Eddie’s heart. A hurt manor, full of cracked windows and creaky doors. Alcoves of people—in a life that nearly fell apart.
Steve wasn’t scared to take a look.
“She sounds amazing,” Steve told him, “and you turned out amazing. Fucking amazing. I’m glad she was there to love you. That she was your superhero—your mom.”
As if Eddie wasn’t fucked up for always losing people. For constantly loving and being left behind. For caring so much, that he felt like he was suffocating the people he wanted to stay; squeezing them so tight in his grasp, that his grip—his care—was horrifying. A desperate thing that forced people to leave. That he was a broken boy, always forced to stay.
But this was Steve, daunting and fearless. Loved with scars, never without them—because what the fuck kinda bastard would say shit like that right off the bat?
Eddie didn’t know what to say, except, “She was. And you know what? I think she’d love you too,” which was the truth.
Because it was kinda like that. Seeing the people you loved, reflected in the people you were loving.
Mallory Munson would’ve probably loved Steve Harrington for how similar they were. Maybe they had the same look in their eyes. People who gave a bit too much; who worried for the future, and what it would bring. Who had people for whom they cared for a lot; for whom they gave themselves up to. People who might be facing this future—with or without them, so they gave themselves to the world—if only it meant that the world could love them a bit more easier.
Eddie looked at Steve and saw something familiar. It scared him. Made him feel tender and weak, in the face of something so fleeting. (In his grasp, squeezing, running away—dying.)
“I think I could love her too.” Steve whispered, and Eddie hoped (fucking hoped) that it was true. That he’d stay.
With that, they strode forward across the dead.
And Eddie wondered if given the chance—he could love Steve Harrington any easier too.
#steddie au#monster hunter AU#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things au#fic#stranger things fic#alternate universe#my grave is mine to dig#trashpocket fic
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