This is just a place to collect art, fic, posts, and clips related to slabtek (also etho and tango in general), both romantic and platonic in nature. I like organising things, so this is mostly to satiate that desire without filling my main blog. Most posts will be queued.
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At first I didn’t get what you were cooking, but like two people who show their love by arguing versus a man who’s greatest sin is kindness is kinda fire
this scene from session 3 of secret life, except i wrote it with added sexual tension for flavor. fyi, the dialogue is 100% taken line for line from etho and tango's combined perspectives of this scene :)
word count: 546 words
pairing(s): tango/etho
warnings: none
general tags & vibes: canon-compliant (basically just a scene transcription as a drabble)
Catching sight of Etho from across the field, Tango raised an arm to wave “Hey, heart man!” he called out. It seemed to be a pleasant coincidence that the two of them had happened to run into each other once again, and Tango couldn’t help but smile as Etho ran towards him, the gap between them closing in.
“Hey!” Etho greeted in return.
“How’s it going?” Asked Tango. “Seriously, how’s the heart situation going?”
“They’re great, they’re great, yep” Etho slowed his pace, stopped, then moved in a step closer to Tango. There was barely a meter between them, their shoulders practically touching.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm”
“You’re still gr-” Tango interrupted his thought to take a pace back, suddenly aware of how close Etho had gotten without him noticing. He felt heat rising beneath his skin, “you’re getting a little bit close there-” a giggle escaped him as he spoke, “-you gotta work on your personal space.”
Etho tilted his head, watching Tango back up, before reclaiming the closeness between them in one stride. In a fluid motion, he seized the fabric of Tango’s vest, pulling him in closer still. Tango made a sound as he was pulled in, their chests pressed flush together as Etho leaned nearer. “You don’t like me being close?” He asked softly. His voice was practically a whisper in Tango’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.
All at once, Tango’s face flushed over as he took another step backwards. “Here we go again!” He said, laughing. “What are you up to?” Each step he took back was matched by two of Etho’s paces forward, maintaining a minimal distance between them. Don’t be jammin’ your- never mind-” he cut himself off with another bout of giggles.
“What? What am I up to?” Asked Etho. “What’s you with all the whispers today, Tango?” Etho finally stopped following him, pausing in place to meet his eyes with an even, calculating gaze.
Tango laughed nervously. “What are you talking about? I’m just… strategizing…”
“I think your task is to pretend you have an invisible friend today.”
The accusation made Tango fall silent for a moment. When Etho came close, he didn’t step back this time, instead biting back a smile to maintain his composure as Etho raised a hand back to Tango’s chest, idly twiddling the zipper of his vest between his thumb and forefinger waiting for a response while maintaining patient eye contact. Tango finally broke, glancing back over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Yep.”
Tango looked back at him, his cheeks still red as he grinned and leaned in, murmuring into Etho’s ear, “Too bad you’re not yellow.” He made sure to playfully graze Etho’s shoulder as he finally took off running, laughing to himself as he bounded up the hill.
“Hey, wait a second!” Etho called after him. “Wait a second!”
“He doesn’t know! He doesn’t know~” Tango sang aloud. He laughed to himself as he ran, and was off again in bounding strides with hardly a glance thrown back behind him. Even as Etho’s voice began to fade with the distance, however, the color in his cheeks remained. Even long gone, out of sight entirely, the thought of Etho made his heart flutter, and his smile remained stuck for the rest of the afternoon.
With Decked Out 2 finally finished, Tango is able to rest a bit. Find a hermit every night who's bed he can share, see the sun occasionally, normal and healthy things for the local blaze hybrid. Following Etho home after a successful run for some sleep was exactly what Tango indeed to do. No more looking through his maze of redstone and carefully themed rooms for every minor bug, flaw, and crack in the system. A game for his family to enjoy at their leisure.
That is, until Jevin accidentally reveals a far bigger flaw of Decked Out 2 to Tango - and it's one he can't just fix. Not on his own. His hands shake and the tiredness leaves him entirely as he's called back to Decked Out 2, back to home, in order to fix it before it's too late.
TW: Temporary Character Death, PTSD from the Life Series, Child in danger [but not harmed], Injuries, Panic Attacks
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Hiiiii I got a little possessed by Decked Out 2 do you still love me. I blame @em-mermaid bc she was like 'what if the hermit kids' and i said 'what IF the hermit kids!!!' and. Well. Here we are.
