I have a lot of thoughts when it comes to impdubs/clock duo, like a LOT and i have read many interpretations of their relationship as well sd had LONG discussions about them and I thought I'd share with yall my thoughts. So this is my interpretation of clock duo throughout the life series
When it started out, in 3rd life, I think it started with them being very very close friends- and this will never change their friendship will out way a lot of the hate, even the love, because no matter what they're friends that care about each other, and I think for Impulse this is specifically important to mention. Because of course after 3rd life, after the betrayal, there will be that hate, that disappointment that betrayal, that anger, and it sits in his chest, it sits in his chest every single time he sees his friend after this, especially after the fact that in the end game- Impulse and Bdubs started show a really intense affection towards one another. So when that betrayal came up, it was really really hard. But the thing is, while impulse holds a grudge, and oh he holds it hard, he doesn't show it as aggressive as most people might. All in all impulse is REALLY REALLY friendly. He loves his friends so so much, he cares a lot about all of them, but with certain people there is this feeling that makes him feel frustrated, angry, but he's really good at hiding it. Bdubs is sorta one of these people.
So during last life, bdubs and impulse didn't interact a lot with one another but when they do, it ends up being ... well, tense. When Impulse sees Bdubs his chest hurts, not only his heart for his friend who betrayed him, for someone he loved, in a way, but also the feeling of the scar that lingers from the final attack from when bdubs permakilled him. It was an intense pain that he knew how to hide, but it sat there every time he looked at this man. The man who took his life.
And I think that something interesting that happened in last life is when they did interact it was kinda hostile. Of course they're still friends, they're still caring about each other but they are taking a LOT of space from one another. They do NOT want to interact a lot. But when Impulse helped Grian with the wither, I think he really did it to kinda hit back at Bdubs. When Bdubs died to the wither, he came back, towards Grian and Impulse and yelled something along the lines of "Are you happy with yourselves?!" Or something like that, something parallel to that kinda thing and I think the smirk that Impulse had on his face was BIG with a refreshing feeling of revenge. It wasn't he who cause his permadeath, sure, but he got back HARD on Bdubs. And I think that this feeling of relief and is really the reason why that Impulse can actually be with Bdubs in the next life is because he got this revenge. But of course, in the same way, it wasn't really... enough. Even when seeing the scar that was left on BDubs from the wither
But when it comes to double life, it changed. Because these two, they're a power couple, they're in love, they will not stop portraying this OFTEN with one another in front of people and with themselves too! But the thing is, how they got there is ... weird. When Impulse and Bdubs were first interacting in double life, Impulse put it together QUICKLY that he was Bdubs' soulmate after they met up (with etho and scar) but Impulse REALLY really didn't want this. Listen, he loves his friend, he cares about Bdubs, there isn't something that could change his care for his friends, no matter what. Even if Impulse can hold a grudge real fucking hard, he also still loves people so so much, too much, to hate unreasonably. But when it comes to all of this? He couldn't convince himself that he could be connected to Bdubs. He couldnt' imagine living, protecting him, with his own life. Not after what happened. But then as time went on, something chaneged-
Something that happened to a lot of the people who were connected- it wasn't just their lives but their hearts that were connected. Their emotions, their love, their hate-
And suddenly there was a LOT of love in his heart, there was this sudden burst of affection, of love, and there was no reason for it. The only explanation that could come to Impulse was the love that BDUBS felt- felt for him felt for the situation, especially after Bdubs and Impulse figured out that they were soulmates officially. But Bdubs also felt the frustration the grief the betrayal that sat in Impulse's heart and he found himself really really wanting to make it up to Impulse, to show the love that he really had for Impulse and I think Bdubs' love alone built Impulse up so so much, built the love Impulse had for Bdubs and built up their relationship. The hate, the betrayed feeling that sat in Impulse's chest becomes muffled and he's engulfed with this love for Bdubs and that's why they can truly be a couple through and through, even till the end.
With Limited life his feelings of betrayal and hate does bubble up again because that connection that he had with bdubs gets severed after they die and the uncomparable love that sat in Bdubs chest leaves. He still loves Bdubs, this will never change, but now that betrayal sits in his chest again and from what I know of Impulse's pov and, from what happens with him and bdubs, because the love that he felt from Bdubs fading because their connection severs, Impulse almost like- 'rebounds' in a way into that hate and wanting to get that true revenge because until he gets a perma kill on bdubs that want for revenge will never go away. And while he still loves bdubs, the fact that hate and that betrayal came back so suddenly without bdubs' love to muffle it really fueled him wanting to get revenge
But when it comes to Secret life- I think so much time has passed, years- that Impulse has had so much time to sit- to think. Maybe even WITH bdubs in double life- i mean with the fact that impulse gave bdubs a clock in double life all of it, I'm sure they discussed what had happened, the feelings that, now, they BOTH were feeling that originated from Impulse's heart. When it comes to Secret life, Impulse has finally learned to forget but there's something missing- something needs to really set it in place and thats why when heard Bdubs and Gem, his very very close friend, talking about death or something, he voulenteers. The interaction they have, "Bring the smoke" becomes what builds up their friendship, even the love they had again because it's this consensual death that impulse wanted, that he became EXILERATED with. It was a new age for the two, a new moment, a new feeling and how this kill, rather than representing death and betrayal, symbolizes rebirth and change.
Pairing: Soup Group x Reader, ImpulseSV x Reader, Geminitay x reader, Pearlescent Moon x reader
Summary: In which a heist ends up with you talking about how you feel
Genre: Fluff
Extra notes: I might've added a sad bit because I wanted this to be an okay-ish length but this was based off of something I saw from @stitchthesewords!!! I'll reblog immediately after!! Enjoy!
Content warnings (If any): none
WC: 1.4k
”My loves,” You whine out to your partners who are hidden somewhere in your home
Three heads popped out from behind the corner of your kitchen at your call and the sweetest little redhead asked
“Yes our darling?” ink was smudged on Gem’s button nose and Pearl’s hair was ruffled and messed up while Impulse’s man-bun was let down “What's going on?”
“I was bored, but seeing as how all of you are kinda off because of your planning I was thinking we all clean up and take a nap?” You said before adding on “or I can help and we can terrorize the king all together?”
Sinister grins spread across their faces and the three picked you up and moved you to their 'secret' underground location where they have their plans
"So," You hummed as they set you down gently "Where do I start?"
That evening, you were placed in front of the crastle doors, a distraction while your partners were hiding to quickly fly in and steal the crown and then some. You knocked, flinching when you heard the dull echo from inside the castle. The door opened with a creek and Bdubs stood before you a proud grin on his face.
"Y/n!" he exclaimed "Welcome! What can I, the royal right hand, do for you?"
"Oh!" You smiled gently, before rummaging around your inventory satchel to pull a bag of cookies and peppermint tea bags "I just wanted to come by for tea and cookies! Would that be okay?"
"That's perfectly fine!" Bdubs said before whispering "I think he's been too stressed. He's so paranoid about the soup group trying to steal from him and I know you're their partner but we can trust you right?"
"Of course Bdubs," You said with a soft smile, trying not to let the evil smirk spread across your face
They have no idea
"Perfect! Come in, come in, I'll introduce you to the King." The man covered in moss said and allowed you to walk through the door and closed it after you before he led you to the king's throne room where you see your partners glued against the window high above
Meanwhile, in front of you, A giant nearly 8-foot Werewolf hybrid sat in front of you, half alseep on the throne he was manspreading on.
"My king!" Bdubs exclaimed, waking up Ren with a large jolt "You have a visitor. I present, Y/n of hermitcraft."
"Good evening My king," You gave a deep bow, figuring you have to play the part "I have come with a treat, of delights of tea bags of my own brew and warm Pastries."
Ren's eyes widened and he looked to Bdubs who nodded before he turned to look back at you and said "I would... enjoy that. Please, follow me. The throne room is no place for tea."
You waited til he got up and went ahead to follow the wolf hybrid, winking to your partners who gave you a thumbs up
Bdubs boiled water as you set up cups and Pastries, making conversation with the King and his right hand in the crastles kitchen. You sprinkled to be what looked like sugar on the pastries and in two the teacups and put them in the tea bags right as Bdubs turned around with boiling water. You grabbed the two tea cups with the 'sugar' and place them in front of Ren and Bdubs who just sat down.
"Please, Enjoy," You said and placed the plate of cookies and other baked goods in front of them
"Why aren't you enjoying this?" Ren asked as you sat down "Without your partners I mean?"
"They haven't been home lately," You explained softly and poured a spoonful of honey into your own tea "And while I love and support them in whatever endeavors they do, I miss them quite a lot."
Your words were not a lie. Even doing this you were separated from your partners and it made your heart ache. You missed them dearly, but you never wanted to hold them back so you made no sound. You took a slow sip of your tea and looked at the two with sad eyes, And Bdubs put a gentle hand on your forearm, and Ren took a sip of his drink... finally.
looks like the two were waiting to see if you would drink it in case it was poison.
So they can be smart.
not smart enough though.
Bdubs took a sip after and you talked to them for nearly five minutes until the 'sugar' finally worked.
Nothing like tea and crushed-up sleeping pills to make people sleep.
You soon rushed out of the room after leaving a note and helped her partners pack up some of the diamonds and get out of there before the sleeping pills wore off.
And boy, You were glad they did that when they did because Ren woke up FURIOUS.
Giggles echoed through the night as the three made their way back to their secret base that The soup group made and stashed the diamonds away in a secret place. You joined your partners in the extra extra large shower for all of them and got dressed to sleep in the hideout. All of you lay on the bed you commissioned scar for at the beginning of the season and curled up into each other. It was calm but there was an anxiety in the air.
"Y/n?" Gem's voice was soft and insecure from the end and being the smallest spoon
"Yes Darling?" You whispered and subtly tightened your arm around her waist
"Do we make you feel lonely? Like-" Pearl asked but started to stuble over her words
"I think what our girls are trying to ask if we make you feel left out when we go after Ren." Impulsed filled in the blanks
You were quiet for a bit. Should you tell them the truth? Should you hide it from them?
"...Sometimes." You admitted "But I could never ask you guys to stop. You are doing a great thing. It's just- It just gets lonely when you guys aren't here. The bed is so... cold when you three aren't there and when I wake up you guys are asleep or already gone again. Don't get me wrong, I don't need to be by your sides 24/7 but-"
You were cut off by Gem turing around and giving you a big kiss to your lips
"You don't need to explain anything," Impulse said and wrapped his arms around you, pearl, and attempted to hug gem as well from the very back of the line up, "We're so sorry to make you feel even the slightest bit left out."
"It's-" You tried but was stopped
"It's not fine, Y/n." Gem said softly "Please tell us when you begin feeling like this. We love you so much and we want to give you the world. You shouldn't have to feel alone because we want to start a coup."
"I love you guys," You whispered "I love you all so much."
"We love you too our queen," They all chimed at the same time and held onto you tight
"And we will always be here," Impulse whispered "We are in your dream, in your life, and most importantly, in your heart."
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ PAIRING \ C!GoodTimesWithScar x GN!Reader
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ SYNOPSIS \ To say that you had a crush on Scar was an understatement- it seemed like you had been pining for the man forever. However, despite your desire for more, you are firm on not doing anything to ruin your current relationship- even if that meant going to extreme lengths not to get caught standing under any mistletoe. (Un)fortunately for you, it seems some other people might have a different idea…
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ WARNINGS \ Mild language, self doubt
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ A/N \ Here we go! Rock N’ Roll buckaroos!! First part of the Big Holiday Thing!!! To be honest, I’m just glad to get this all posted. I started writing this series sometime in early November (smack dab in the middle of prepping for finals), and it’s been a pretty wild ride trying to keep my grades up as well as making sure I’ve been completing these on time. I hope you all enjoy!
Living on the Hermitcraft server was an… interesting experience.
More often than not, you were stepping out of your base to find your friends in the crux of some crazy scheme, stalking other players while disguised as trees, running about willy-nilly on the hunt for a dragon egg, or spawning in thousands of boats to make the lag caused by the Redstone farms look like child’s play.
You had gotten used to the chaos, even grown to appreciate it during both of the wars that Grian had started, but it was still a shock for you to wake up to find the entire server blanketed in a thick sheet of sparkling snow.
Your breath clouded in the chilled air as you walked along one of the Boatem pathways, your hands tucked tightly into the pockets of the thick winter jacket you had scrounged up from the deepest parts of your storage system. Frost crunched under your boots with every step, the shimmering green-blue of the mending enchantment shining through even the ice that had built up over the few minutes you had been out and about.
It was like the entire server had been overtaken by a tundra biome, the snow swallowing up the sounds of the world and leaving only the sound of wind. It seemed like there was nothing around for hundreds of blocks, as you stared out across the server. For a moment, you felt like you were the only person in the world.
That illusion was shattered as soon as you glanced to the side to see Cleo’s grinning face.
You yelped, jumping almost two blocks into the air as the redhead cackled, patchwork face twisting into a brilliant grin full of mirth and light.
“C-Cleo!” you gasped, resting your hand on the pommel of your netherite sword. “You can’t just scare me like that!”
“But it was funny!” she protested as soon as she got her laughter under control, still grinning like the absolute madwoman she was.
You puffed your cheeks out in a pout, crossing your arms over your chest with a dramatic huff. “Meanie.”
You paused.
“By the way, where is everyone? You’re the only other player I’ve seen since I woke up this morning.”
Cleo’s eyes lit up, and the undead woman excitedly slung an arm over your shoulder. “You didn’t see the message on your comm? Well, no, obviously, but Xisuma sent one out earlier. So, you know how we normally have a Christmas district? Well, since we don’t have any districts this year, we’re all getting together to make the entire server holiday-themed.”
You brightened, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Oh? That sounds cool!”
Cleo laughed once more, green eyes glinting merrily in the sunlight. “I know, right? The meeting’s starting in about an hour, so we should probably get going.”
You ducked out of her grip, giggling at her faux-wounded expression, and summoned your rockets from your inventory, shifting your coat to allow your elytra to extend fully. You had always found them pretty, the iridescent membrane sparkling all colors of the rainbow as soon as the light hit them.
Shooting a short wave to Cleo, you launched off the ground with a whizz of a rocket, carving an arc as you flew through the cloudless blue sky. Behind you, you could faintly hear the sound of the other player following your path over the sound of wind rushing through your ears, and you huffed to yourself as she playfully darted underneath you.
Dipping and weaving like dragonflies, it wasn’t long before the pair of you caught sight of the spawn point where everyone was supposed to gather. Already, you could make out the figures of the other server members swarming the area, the height at which you were flying making them appear as though they were as big as ants.
You smirked. Better give them a show.
Folding your elytra completely, you allowed yourself to dip into a free-fall, air shrieking past your ears and dragging at your clothes. You laughed, the sound being thrown back at you as you tumbled through the air, the giddy feeling that always came with flight bubbling up into your chest.
The ground rose to meet you, and before you could splatter all over the ground, you banked out of your dive, landing with a solid ‘thud’ right behind Mumbo Jumbo, successfully scaring the ever-living daylights out of the tall Brit.
“What’s up, potato boy?”
“Oh my goodness!” he cried, pressing a hand to his chest in a manner that reminded you of a genteel Victorian woman. Cleo landed behind you, grinning wryly as she moved to pat the man on the shoulder.
“Sorry about that Mumbo,” she said, completely not sorry. “Managed to spook them earlier, and you know what they say! ‘What goes around, comes around’.”
Mumbo blinked, fearful features morphing into bewilderment. “What? I don’t- I don’t think that’s how that works-”
The spud was cut off by the sudden appearance of another Hermit, their crunching footsteps approaching from behind you.
“What’s going on over here?”
Immediately, you felt heat rush to your cheeks, and you scowled at the equally teasing looks both Cleo and Mumbo shot at you. Steeling yourself, you turned yourself around to see Scar approaching, a confused but happy grin affixed to his face.
The usual maroon suit he wore had been discarded, replaced by a thick overcoat that swirled around his feet as he walked, collecting a thin layer of snow. A plush olive green scarf was clumsily tied around his neck, and your fingers twitched as you repressed the urge to fix it for him. When his eyes landed and locked on yours, you felt like you had been punched in the gut, all of the air whooshing from you in one heavy breath.
You recognized this feeling.
The way your heart seemed to stutter and come to a screeching halt in your rib cage, the way you felt as though you had contracted altitude sickness, light-headed and struggling to breathe, and how your hands seemed so much sweatier than usual. (It was kind of gross, to be honest)
You had a crush on GoodTimesWithScar.
“O-oh, hey! I wasn’t sure if you were coming or not!”
Scar’s words broke you out of your daze, and, as you shook your head subtly to clear your thoughts, you smiled at him, trying not to let any of your embarrassment show.
Judging by Cleo’s stifled giggle, you didn’t think you were a hundred percent successful.
“I didn’t see Xisuma’s message, but, ah- Cleo here rounded me up quickly enough to get over here on- on time,” you explained, fiddling with the zipper of your coat nervously. Gods above, it was so annoying how much Scar’s mere presence affected you, sending butterflies fluttering through your stomach and tying your tongue into knots.
Scar grinned, that same damn grin that lit up his entire face and made it something beautiful, ethereal, almost.
“That’s amazin’! Thanks, Cleo! I don’t know what I’d do if my best friend weren’t here!”
Ah. There it was.
You had a crush on GoodTimesWithScar, but it could never be anything more than a crush because the man was your best friend. Your partner-in-crime. Someone who you could trust with all of your deepest, darkest secrets.
But not this one. Never this one.
You chuckled, trying not to let the pain you felt show. “Right.”
Any further attempt at a conversation was quickly doused by Xisuma’s sudden appearance, the Hermitcraft admin teleporting in front of everyone in an explosion of rioting green and purple code.
“Alright everyone,” he started, bringing his two gloved hands together with a clap. “Let’s get started with this thing, yeah?”
As you listened to the British man’s spiel, it turned out that everyone had gathered together in order to enlist in the ‘Christmas-ification’ (as Grian so eloquently put it) of the server. What impressed you the most about the entire endeavor, however, was just how much of a tactical operation it was.
Xisuma had organized the effort in such a way that different teams of Hermits would be decorating different areas of the map. Unsurprisingly, you found yourself grouped with the rest of the Boatem members (much to everyone’s delight), tasked with transforming the village into a winter wonderland.
As Scar wrapped an arm around your shoulder, brown hair bouncing up and down as he wiggled excitedly, you wondered if the mischievous gleam in your fellow server member’s eyes was a trick of the light.
… Why did you feel an impending sense of doom?
It was almost absurd how many materials the Hermits hoarded, the entire center of Boatem village dotted with chest monsters and spare materials just lying about. Not that you were exempt from the sentiment, though, as you produced yet another shulker box from your inventory filled with spruce leaves and ribbon.
The holiday beautification project was well-underway, and, as you looked over Boatem village, observing your friends as they built beautiful Christmas trees and strung lights all across their builds, you toyed with the thought that maybe, perhaps you all were a bit too invested in this.
The mountain megabase that was still under construction was dotted with pine trees, glittering with glass ornaments and golden tinsel. The gaping maw of the cave that led to Grian’s alleyway base had been modified to include an aurora borealis in the stained glass ceiling, the light from the end rods making the colors shift and dance like the real thing.
On the other side of the village, Grian was helping Scar out with stringing wreaths and ribbons all over his starter base, the avian insisting on outfitting all of his bees with little Santa hats.
It was a miracle the blonde gremlin didn’t become a walking pincushion, what with how many times he could’ve been stung.
“Hey, can someone help me over here?”
You perked up at the sound of Mumbo’s voice, dropping the tinsel you were carefully wrapping around a tree to trot over towards the sound of his voice- coming from in front of the façade of one of the shops Grian had built as part of his base. The tall dark-haired man was perilously perched on a wobbling tower of scaffolding, something that you couldn’t make out held in his hands.
Instinctively, you were moving to hold the stack steady so that the spud didn’t slip, him shooting you a thankful glance for your efforts. You watched as he strung the bundle he was holding up, directly over the door frame. After squinting your eyes for a bit, you suddenly realized what it was he was putting up- mistletoe.
“Does this mean I have to kiss you now?” you asked, only half-joking as Mumbo clambered back down from his place in the skies. The Brit shrugged, dusting off his hands with a satisfied hum.
“If you think you should, I guess. If I were you, though, I might want to save that kiss for someone else,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice that left no questions about who he was speaking of.
“Gods, does everyone know about that?” you said, face flaming at Mumbo’s cheeky grin. He shrugged again.
“Pretty much.”
You groaned, allowing your head to ‘thunk’ into the mustached man’s chest, and he patted your back comfortingly.
“... Why don’t you just confess?”
You blinked your eyes, which had previously been screwed up in righteous pain, open, staring up at Mumbo with a confused look. “Confess? Mumbo, do you know what would happen if I did that? Hels below, that would ruin everything. I’d much rather stay friends than say something and torch our relationship.”
Mumbo furrowed his eyebrows. “But that wouldn’t ruin anything?”
You pulled away, scrubbing at your face in exasperation. “You don’t know that. I’d rather not take the risk, thankyouverymuch.”
Hearing Impulse’s shout in the distance, you reached over to tug at Mumbo’s hand.
“C’mon, let’s-let’s just go.”
The rest of the group had huddled up at the center of the village, just a little bit off to the side of the Boatem hole. As you approached, Mumbo in tow, your eyes caught on the dramatic gestures Grian was making, red-green-blue wings puffing up from the force of his excitement. Smiling amusedly, you didn’t notice Scar’s eyes flicker over to land on where you were still holding the taller man’s hand, usually bright eyes dimming as his smile became strained.
“There you guys are!” Impulse exclaimed, obviously relieved to have a reprieve from Grian’s emphatic ramblings.
“There you guys are!” Impulse exclaimed, obviously relieved to have a reprieve from Grian’s emphatic ramblings.
You waved cheerfully, not-do-discreetly pushing Mumbo towards where the avian was standing. At his bewildered stare, you pinned him with a look that hopefully said ‘calm your bestie down’.
“What’s up?” you said questioningly, eyes flickering between everyone who had gathered together. Impulse grinned, propping his hands up on his hips.
“Christmas cheer, that’s what!”
The group broke out into groans at the corny joke, excluding Scar, who giggled like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Your face softened at the sound, watching him fondly out of the corner of your eye as he doubled over with laughter. Silly.
“No, seriously- we’ve all been working hard, so I was going to ask if everyone maybe wanted to take a break?”
The response was a resounding ‘yes’, all of you tired and sore from the sheer amount of decorating you had been doing, deciding to make your way over to Impulse’s base for a quick rest. Even your hands, as calloused from building and mining as they were, were tingly and chafing. At this point you were tempted to pull off your gloves and just bury them in a nearby snowbank to relieve the stinging.
Scar must’ve noticed your discomfort, your mouth pressed into a hard line, because soon enough he was dropping back from the rest of your group to walk beside you, nudging you slightly with an arm.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, expression open and concerned as he searched your gaze worriedly.
You huffed slightly, offering him a small smile. “I’m fine, just scratched my hands up a little.”
Scar frowned, the expression reminding you hauntingly of a sad puppy, and grabbed for one, holding it gently between his own. You flustered at the contact, averting your eyes with a slight cough and praying that he didn’t notice how stiff you had suddenly become.
“Well, when we get inside we can patch you up, alright?”
You nodded, tucking the shy smile that was spreading across your face into the warm collar of your jacket. Gods damn it Scar, why do you have to be so cute?
However, as you reached the main door to Impulse’s base, you realized that you had one glaring issue: You and Scar were heading directly towards the door, where somebody had hung another bunch of mistletoe. The green sprigs innocently swayed in the breeze, almost as if it was taunting you with its very presence.
Your eyes darted towards the brunette at your side. The last thing you wanted to do was kiss him. What if you made everything weird? What if he didn’t like it? What if he realized that you had a crush on him and didn’t want to speak to you anymore?
Yeah, you were not going to risk it.
…
… So how, exactly, were you going to deal with this?
You glanced towards your feet, thinking, and, after a moment, it was like a lightbulb had gone off above your head. Surreptitiously, you wiggled your foot out of one of your boots until the garment was barely on, your ankle bent at an awkward position to account for the sudden looseness. Then, in what could be argued to be the most graceful move in all of Hermitcraft history, you tripped, sending your shoe flying.
Scar made a sound somewhere between a bicycle horn and the yelp of a kicked puppy, practically teleporting over to where you were sprawled across the ground.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you said, answering the unasked question in his eyes. “Just- go ahead without me. I need to get my boot.”
“Are you sure?” Scar queried, worrying his lip between his teeth. You tried not to stare at his mouth for too long.
“Yeah, I won’t be far behind.”
Mission success!
You entered Impulse’s base a few minutes later (your boot safely secured back on your person) only for Scar to drag you to one of the chairs, the material surprisingly comfortable despite the industrial theming. As the brunette fussed over your injuries, you glanced up to catch Pearl’s exasperated look towards you, scrunching your face up in confusion. Before you could ask her what her problem was, however, you were interrupted by Impulse.
“Scar, I think I have some bandages and health pots somewhere in storage if you want to go get those.”
“Yes! Those would be amazin’!” the other player breathed, a relieved look on his face as he hurried through the door that Impulse had gestured to. You paused as you watched him leave, suspicion suddenly crackling through your body as though you had been struck by lightning.
Whipping your head around, you catalogued every entrance and doorway in the vicinity, horror dawning on your expression. You made eye contact with the rest of the group, face paling as you recognized the self-satisfied expressions painted across their features.
They had hung mistletoe from. Every. Single. One.
Was this what true betrayal felt like?
The next few minutes were spent avoiding getting caught under any of the doorways with Scar in a grand maneuver that would’ve made even the greatest spy proud. Whether it was by ‘conveniently’ forgetting something in the other room, or furtively pulling up next to another one of your friends to kiss them instead (completely missing the injured flash in Scar’s eyes), you were quite proud with how well you had been able to keep yourself from being put into an awkward situation with the man who was only supposed to be your best friend.
Naturally, you couldn’t stay winning forever.
“Alright gang,” Grian chirped, a strained smile on his face as he attempted to hide the frustration he was sure that everyone else was feeling. How the hell had you managed to slip out of their trap for so long? “I think it’s time to head back out.”
Gathering up your things, you filed out with the rest of the group, finally allowing yourself to relax as you exited the base. After this, you wouldn’t have to worry about having to kiss Scar. As nice as it would be, you would basically be taking advantage of him. You felt sick even thinking about it- you never wanted to abuse his trust like that. Ever.
However, as you reached the doorway, walking a few paces behind Scar, you weren’t counting on Pearl’s annoyance with you to bubble over. The two of you had been avoiding your feelings- mutual feelings- for each other for too long, in her opinion. It was time to end this.
For that second time that day, you stumbled, a well-timed push sending you tripping over your own feet and into Scar’s arms. You went shock-still in his embrace, even as the brunette’s hands encircled your waist to keep you from tumbling over. Dazed, you blinked up at him, only to find his gaze already on you, something so soft in their olivine depths that it sent heat scorching through your cheeks.
Your eyes were glued to his face, even as he glanced up, a shy, lopsided grin working its way across his cheeks.
“Look,” he said, voice so low it was almost a whisper. “We’re under the mistletoe.”
And, as your gaze flickered up to follow his, you realized that he was right.
Well, shit.
You were about to pull away, panic settling over your features as it suddenly occurred to you that this was it, this was the end of your friendship, when he tightened his grip on you, something that almost looked like desperation flitting over his features.
“Please,” he said, a beseeching tone in his voice that sent your racing thoughts screeching to a halt. “Please kiss me.”
You never wanted to abuse his trust, but who were you to deny him when he asked so nicely?
As you pushed up, gently pressing your lips against his in a sweet, slow moment, you were deaf to the elated cries of your friends.
Hi! I'm not sure if you write yandere stuff, but if you do, could you possibly do, like a Yan!Grian x reader where the reader was like "kidnapped" by a different hermit as a joke but like, he does NOT take that as a joke lmao- Thank you and sorry for bothering you! Have a great day!
I DIED (IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT)
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ PAIRING \ C!Grian x GN!Reader
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ SYNOPSIS \ It was your fault, for being so blind to the red flags, for allowing Grian’s unhealthy obsession for you to grow unchecked. And now? Now, you have to face the consequences.
۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ A/N \ Yes, anon, I indeed write yandere content! And, yandere Grian? Oh ho ho~ I'm feeding the simps today, boys!
Have you ever heard of a game called ‘chicken’?
There’s been a lot of different variations on it throughout the years, but in essence, they’re all pretty similar- two players are sent hurtling towards each other, and the first one to swerve away from imminent pain and destruction is deemed the loser. A ‘chicken’, if you will.
What do you think would happen if neither person had the good sense to turn away? What if they just collided with one another, bones snapping like matchsticks as their limbs tangled together and their bodies crumpled under the kinetic force?
Do you think that they would care about their own demise? Or do you, perhaps, think that they would revel in the pain? In the pride of winning their own sick prize?
You had never thought much about the dilemma of the entire situation if you were gonna be honest. I mean- it is a children’s game, a dumb party trick designed to strike the fear of death into a youth that has never had to face their own mortality.
Ironic, considering that the last few years of your life have been spent running headlong into your own worst nightmare.
Despite his best efforts, it was well-known that Grian was far from subtle when it came to his feelings. He was, quite honestly, a terrible liar, stumbling over his words as his voice jumped an entire octave from nervousness alone. He was chaotic and a magnet for trouble, and persistent as all get-out, but he was your best friend.
Maybe that was why you were blind to the red flags, the dark, possessive gleam in his eyes when he looked at you. The way he would try to get you to cancel out on plans with your other friends to go hang out with him instead, or the way that you were accustomed to waking up to find him making breakfast for you in your base, the perfect picture of domesticity if it weren’t for the fact that you were only friends.
Friends.
The word tasted bitter on your tongue now.
It was only meant to be a prank, originally, when Impulse had convinced you to skip out on Grian for one of his daily check-ins. Your fellow Hermit had told his plan to you with a hushed tone, mischief dancing in his eyes as he explained what he wanted you to do.
Naturally, you were immediately onboard- You did hang around Grian all the time, it would be absurd if you hadn’t picked up on at least a little bit of his chaos-causing ways. Besides, you didn’t see the harm in going along with it. Consider making him sweat for an hour or two penance for whenever he had strong-armed you into dipping on your other friends countless times before.
You wished you had thought your decision through a little bit more. Maybe you could’ve prevented this whole mess. Maybe less blood- no blood at all was too much to ask for, you know that now- would’ve been spilled.
This is your fault.
This is all your fault.
The tears staining your cheeks have long since dried, the leftover saline sticking to your skin uncomfortably as you sit, tucked away deep in the annals of Impulse’s industrial base. You had always been a little jealous of the eye that the builder had for architecture, but now you were only thankful for the multitude of hiding spots it allowed you as Grian tore through the build like a man possessed.
Maybe he was. The avian wasn’t acting like the same person, the same best friend that you had known for so long.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
Grian’s soft call send tremors wracking through your body, blood chilling as you raised one shaky hand to press against your mouth. You whimpered softly, trying to contain your terror as you tracked the subtle sounds of his movement throughout the base.
You had holed up behind a thin patch of wall that Impulse had yet to fortify fully (not that he was ever going to get the chance to), replacing the material behind you as carefully as you could in your rush to hide.
The sound of Grian’s sword plunging through the brunette builder’s stomach kept replaying in your head over and over again without end, Impulse’s choked off gasp before his body crashed to the floor filling your view whenever you closed your eyes.
“Aren’t you tired? C’mon, mobs’ll be spawning soon,” you heard Grian say once more, his tone deceptively light and conversational as it drew nearer with every step of his bloodstained boots. It would’ve fooled you if you hadn’t seen the manic light in his face as he cut one of his fellow Hermits down, satisfaction drawing the corners of his lips up in a grin at the loss of life.
You flinched as something scraped across the wall directly in front of your face, a sound like a hard point being dragged across the material filling the small space you were curled up in. Choking back a gasp, your eyes blindly darted towards where the noise originated, desperately trying to track the blonde’s movements through hearing alone.
“I’m sorry if I scared you,” he murmured, voice dipping into something softer as though he actually felt upset. “I wasn’t planning on you being there when I had to take care of him, honestly. He was just- just getting too close, is all! I’m sure you understand?”
No, no you didn’t. His rambling speech felt foreign, the words jumbling up in your mind like alphabet soup. You wished that this had been some horrible nightmare instead of what you knew it was, was the ache in your legs from holding your position for so long proved- this was reality.
You shifted in position and hissed involuntarily as your muscles screamed in protest. Realizing what you had done, you froze, jaw snapping shut with an audible click as you raised your eyes to where all sound had silenced outside.
You barely had time to release a gasp as light poured into your little hidey-hole and you were yanked out into the open air. For a brief moment, you were free of constriction, floating, before two arms were wrapping around you and cradling you to a toned chest, broad from hours of back-breaking work.
“There you are,” Grian breathed, an uncontrollable grin splitting his face. You desperately tried to pull away, only for his grip on you to tighten, enough so that you knew you would have bruises come the next day. “Oh, enough of that, now. Let’s get you home.”
As the coppery stench of his red sweater flooded your senses, a wave of helplessness washed over you.
I have a lot of people that I write for, so for this ask I'll just answer for the Hermits :> (hope you don't mind anon!)
Grian... well, it's kind of hard to articulate the vibes that he gives me. Barely restrained chaos in the form of an unassuming Gremlin? Comedic relief that turns out to be the villain all along? The Fall by half●alive
Mumbo Jumbo... he's just a guy! A guy that wouldn't hesitate to murder, and would do it with a cheerful smile on his face, but a guy all the same! He does give me more nostalgic energy- a Walkman whose songs are almost crunchy in quality because of how many times they've been copied over. Chapstick by COIN
Scar... will inevitably scam you out of something. He’s not actually all that malicious, more like a cartoon villain than anything else, but he’s legitimately good at manipulating people. He has a kind of goofy charisma, an ambition for power and an involvement in things- a talent for living that is more often than not underestimated. Mamma Mia by Austin Webber
Xisuma... is a star burning from a million light years away, whose impression upon our worlds is a pinprick of light in the night sky. He’s ever-present, constant and steady... comforting, to some. For all that he is, though- a leader, a protector, a friend- you could never remove the memory of mystery from his being. Overthinker by INZO
Etho... he’s the ghost of the server. He has an undeniable talent for everything he deigns to put his mind to, as well as the time spent to perfect the skills under his belt, but at the same time he’s not in a rush to show them off. Where other people might train their entire lives just to stand before a cheering crowd, he is proving his worth to nobody other than himself. Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier
Tango... is an interesting mix of one of the most tenacious and talented builders in the server, as well as a littol guy who delights in destruction and hijinks. I mean- he built Decked Out, there’s nothing more I can say for this man other than that he has a kind of mental illness (/j) that would make gods weep. Crazy = Genius by Panic! At The Disco
Impulse... can and will convince everyone that he’s human when, in reality, he’s probably one of the furthest things from it. He just... something about him makes him capable of going to lengths few could even dream of, whether it’s grinding materials or moving his entire goddamn base up by a block. He behaves the most “normally” out of most of the Hermits, but he’s really Not. Adventure Is Out There by AJR
Rendog... is a theater kid who was given the ability to fight God and win, plain and simple. He’s dramatic, he’s stubborn with the stories he wants to tell, and he’s filled with a simple zest for life. It’s only an even bigger bonus that he gets to be able to make his friends laugh with the characters he creates, and what more could a dog want, really? Best Friend by Rex Orange County
DocM77... has no qualms about breaking the fabric of reality itself, not because he actually is a villain, but because, to him, it’s a normal Tuesday afternoon. He’s not a mean or a malicious person- hell, he’s really only antagonistic for the bit! It’s just become second nature for him to play the villain because it’s funny, so why stop? Supermassive Black Hole by Muse
Bdubs... he’s feral, he’s climbing on the walls, he’s going to descend into hell only to come back with a smoothie and one of those tropical shirts that dads wear like he was on vacation. He’s both someone that is hard to take seriously, and a cosmic horror that would melt your mind to fully comprehend. He can and has cried during an argument because he has that many Feelings. Under My Skin by Jukebox The Ghost
HELLO i lov u!!! also idk if there’s a sunset anon yet but if non can i be sunset anon? ALSO picture this:
mr impulse is restocking a shop and reader walks by and impulse totally forgets what he’s doing because reader is just so ATTRACTIVE and someone walks up to him and is like ‘yo you crushing on y/n again???’
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Awwww! You’re so sweet! And, of course you can be 🌅 anon! Welcome to the crew!
Tbh one of my favorite tropes is when someone just cannot function within like 10 feet of their crush, so this? Immaculate.
Impulse… it’s like he short circuits when you pass him, waving cheerily. Whatever task he was doing, whether it be restocking his shop, returning from an hours-long grind session, or even just walking around, is immediately forgotten in favor of paying attention to you.
The other Boatem members find this equally frustrating and hilarious, probably making a game of it to see how long it takes for him to snap back to reality and notice they’ve been standing next to him for the past 15 minutes.
Someone help this poor man, one of these days he’ll get distracted doing something actually dangerous and… well, y’know. Can we get an F in the chat for this man’s items?
