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➣STAB WOUNDS AND A SOMEWHAT GREATFUL PAITENT✓

Joel Miller x platonic! Reader | Ellie Williams x platonic! Reader

summary: after joel gets stabbed back at the university, it's up to you and ellie to try and fix him back together. but what if the actual thing that needs to be fixed is you and joels relationship?

cautions: heavy mentions of blood and injury, some cursing, lowercased words, somewhat bad writing, maybe some spoilers, description based writing, and could be ooc actions/dialogue, angst angst angst, some humor to cover up the big bulge of angst, and I wonder if anyone really reads this section of my writings.

word count: 1,889 words | 9,982 characters.

authors note: f uppercase words. it's been a while since I've watched tlou on hbomax so give me a break will ya? some of it may be inaccurate but I don't think it will kill you. also sorry for being gone for so long lol. if this fic was good, call it my redemption, if it was trash...call it a filler.

prompts: "You deserve a day off. Please, just take it." @creativepromptsforwriting

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since joel got stabbed it seemed like everything started to slow down. you and ellie had managed to find an empty house in an abandoned neighborhood after throughly making sure that you were not being followed. after quickly going each floor making sure there weren't any clickers, you settle joel down on a dirty cot in the basement.

ellie looks at you after placing a ragged blanket on the unconscious man, "we need to clean him up."

glancing back at her, you kneel down to his level to peel back the blanket. the flannel he was wearing had rips in multiple places, a huge gap in the spot where he was stabbed. the dried up blood on the fabric had started to crust making the shirt stick to his skin. moving it gently to not hurt him, you take note that blood had no longer flowed from the wound, but there was a thick layer of something over it.

sighing, you place the shirt back and spare ellie a look, "i need you to do me a favor," ellie nods quickly, "i need you to try and find something to help clean up the wound. it most likely needs to be stitched up. i know it's a stretch and everything might be gone but we need to fix it up."

ellie agrees quietly and goes to the staircase leading to the main floor, but hesitates and retreats, "what...am i looking for exactly?"

you grab your discarded bag from next to joel's head where you left it when you first came in and start to rummage through it. your fingers hopefully dance around the limited items in hopes to find him something to eat until you can go out and hunt, "um," you sniffle, taking notice of the breathe in the frigid air, "a needle, scissors, chopsticks, i mean anything will work as long as it's sharp. oh! and some string. just bring me whatever you can find and i'll work with it."

ellie nods and dashes up the stairs, almost tripping on the last step. you roll your eyes and turn your attention back to joel who was still fast asleep. it had been a long time since any of you had the time to stop and rest so you decided it was better to let him replenish his energy rather than run on empty.

you let your fingers softly caress the crown of his head and sigh, grim and healing scars liter his forehead and cheeks, you lightly scratch at the dirt but give up after seeing it wouldn't go without a wash.

underneath your fingers joel shifts underneath the blanket, you retract and replace your hand on his cheek, he groans with every movement. face scrunching, tugging at the pain in his body.

you frantically look towards the stairs, wishing that ellie would hurry up just a little more. "ellie, quickly!" from upstairs a distance voice shouts "i'm coming!" followed by a hollow thud.

you internally cringe. there was a metal canteen tied loosely on the side of your belt loop with a shoe string, you swiftly untie the knot and spare some drips of water on a ripped cloth you found in your sack and drag it lightly above the grays in his eyebrows. a sudden and firm grip finds its way to your wrist, halting your movement. you look down and see joel now wide awake and alert, his bleak eyes staring back at yours.

"where's ellie?" a hiss comes after. unfazed, you remove his hand and drop it to his chest, continuing with the cleaning.

"good morning to you to sunshine," your voice monotone with a unamused smirk, he makes a taunting noise in return as if saying 'how funny', "she's upstairs getting some supplies," you ring out the cloth and dab the dry parts on his now clean forehead, "speaking of which- ellie!"

as if your voice commanded her, she stumbles down the stairs with an arm full of items, but stops short when she sees joel eying you down, “i’m here-! holy shit he's awake."

"yeah," you grumble dropping the cloth on your lap, "come say hi."

she runs over, not before dropping everything in your laps without a second look, and rushes to the old mans side. she takes a good look at his face, moving it around with her hands. a worried glint passes over her face as her eyebrows furrow, then as quickly as it came anger replaces and she weakly slaps him across the face. you suppress a snicker. "don't ever do that again! you know how scared we were?! we had to haul your big ass on top of callus and y/n was worried and frantically looking for a place for you to recover-" joel glances at you, you avoid eye contact, "and don't even get me started about how much blood you lost, we thought you were going to-"

you quickly cut ellie off with a nervous laugh, noticing the quick breaths coming from joels chest, if he didn't die from the infection then he was certainly going to die of high blood pressure, "oh-kay! that's enough from you, how about you go over there and read one of your comics while i fix him up?" you stand up and grasp ellie by her shoulders and start pushing her to a snug corner in the basement.

"but-!" she starts but you lightly shove her.

"that wasn't a choice, go!" you give her one last exasperated shove and turn back towards joel who was struggling to get up. "no!" you shove him back down, keeping a firm hand on his shoulder. in return he gives your hand a bewildered look, "you are hurt, you need to be patched up, or you will die. if you ever try to get up again i assure you that the infection isn't going to be the thing to kill you, you understand me?"

joel shrinks in his place and stares over your face, after a minute he reluctantly nods and his body relaxes. "thank you." a relived sigh leaves your lips, grateful that you don't have to fight him anymore.

you give a look over the items ellie gave you and- god bless, in the pile were a small needle, string, and a small bottle of jack daniels, along with a surprisingly clean dish towel. you give a quick glance at joel to see him looking at you already with a intrigued squint. "don't look at me like that." you mummer. taking the needle you dip it in the bottle of alcohol and place it on the clean rag and move everything to the side where the wound was.

after threading the string through the small loop in the needle, you take the rag and splash the liquor on it. before you could place it on the floor joel stops you and motions towards the bottle, "gimme it."

confused, you slowly had over the drink and he swipes it, chugging half the bottle down. deadpanned, you snatch it back and place it on the floor, "joel."

"what? if you were in my position you'd want to be drunk too."

"why?" you question, pulling the blanket down and pulling his shirt up. "you don't trust me?"

"no."

"remember your life is in my hands." you place you hand just above the wound and look towards him with the needle in the other. grimacing, you press down on his stomach, "brace yourself."

after a couple hours of white knuckles, gritted teeth, incoherent sorries and gut wrenching pain, you had finally finished the stitches. halfway through ellie had taken her spot across from you, occasionally patting joel's temples free of sweat with the rag you abandoned.

without looking at her, you reach out your hand and motion towards the canteen on the floor. getting the memo, she hands it to you and grasps the back of joels head gently, lifting it up for you to better access his face. "joel." you hum quietly, raising the canteen to his lips, pulling at the bottom one, "open up, you need to drink something."

he emits a grunting noise of protest but doesn't fight it when he feels the cool water fill his dry mouth. he was half asleep, the pain from earlier wearing him out, draining him of any energy he gathered form when he passed out before.

he opens his mouth but a hoarse noise replaces any words he tries to form. you give him some more water. he coughs and wets his lips, looking to you, then ellie, then you again. "d...did you search the area?" his voice slightly cracks.

you roll your eyes and drop the canteen, "what do you think i am? a fucking noob? of course i searched the goddamn area."

"did you search the house."

you give him a blank stare, "ellie did."

"did you-"

"why do you doubt me so much?" you wouldn't call your tone annoyed, maybe disappointed, ellie noticed a hint of sorrow, "i mean i got you this far, ellie's not dead, i'm not dead, you're not dead so I honestly don't see what the issue is. do you have something against me?" your voice pitches an octave up like someone about to cry, though there is not a tear in your eyes.

joels face scrunches up, as if he was taken aback and grunts.

ellie abruptly stands and dusts off her pants, "well i'm going to go," she motions to the two of you, "i don't know what the fuck is going on but i don't want any part of it. so i'll be in my corner reading and trying not to cringe."

you watch as she walks off, then look back towards joel with an annoyed glint in your eyes. after a moment of just staring at each other you shake your head towards him, "so?"

he says nothing, and you have to look away. you been with ellie and joel since loosing tess, and that was months ago. after being through everything with joel it wouldn't kill him to be a little kinder. hell you just saved his life and all he does is just stare at you. a wave of emotions comes over you without any caution and you have to cover up an aggressive sob with a cough. "whatever," you go to stand, kicking the items out the way, pushing the almost empty canteen of water towards him. "you've just been through hell, so you deserve a day off. please, just take it."

you over to ellie who was deep in her comic, "ellie, you have a gun right?" she looks up at you, her lips between her teeth and nods, "if he tries to get up shoot him."

her body shakes from her quiet giggle and mumbles nice. you walk to the wooden staircase and pick up the shotgun you left when you first came in. "i’m going hunting, i can imagine we're all hungry."

before you walk up the stairs you spare joel a glance, to find him staring back at you. his eyes furrowed, a deep frown prominent on his lips, his eyes watching you with despair. please don't go, they say but only if you could read eyes.

you sigh and walk out the door.

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can I request c!tommy hcs (or anyone else with this concept) for him with a reader who does pvp and the reader sees him for the first time and it’s like “oh I’m ur bodyguard now” so they just rock anyones shit if they’re a threat to Tommy’s well-being

❝SKILLED PROTECTER❞

warnings:: curse words, bullying, etc.

parings:: tommyinnit x reader (c!annon, p!latonic)

genre:: fluff, angst.

summary: when tommy can't defend himself, he needs someone else to do it for him.

a/n:: thank you for the request, I hope its up to your standards! (also sorry about the double line, they won't go away :(.

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it was known throughout the whole server that you were a pro at pvp.

you could take down anybody no matter the height, weight, or skill.

but you still needed practice, some help mastering a move that kept tripping you up. So, you asked Technoblade for help.

and he was more than happy to. you guys practiced outside of his home, it was a undisturbed place with very few people, meaning less distractions.

or so you thought.

Philza had been sitting on the steps watching as Technoblade stood behind you- guiding your legs and hands to where they needed to be.

when out of nowhere from inside the house the sound of crashing and glass breaking caught Philzas attention.

Tommy waddled out with a pan on his head and his arms and torso stuck through a wooden chair.

he ignored Philzas questions and stared as Techno let go of your arms and watched as you swung your sword while simultaneously ducking and flipping.

but you stopped when the glare of the pan in the sunlight caught your eye. You bring your hand up to cover it up and laugh.

the sight of him in such a puzzle told you that he most likely did this a lot, and from what you heard from techno he wasn’t one for defending himself physically.

so you took it upon yourself to be the one to “rock anyones shit” if they messed with him (thanks anon)

when he got bullied by dream and was shoved to the ground and you appeared behind him like a goddamn ender man- tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned the first thing he came in contact with was your fist.

if wilbur was ever being a absolute idiot and just started being a prick towards tommy (but never laid a finger on him) you’d give him a small slap on the cheek.

not enough to hurt but enough to let him know that he shouldn’t act like that towards him.

you always followed him everywhere just be safe. you had no way of communicating to each-other if something was wrong so you opted to following him around.

you sneak behind him, he knows where you are but never said anything- just taking in your presence.

if you were shorter than him and something went wrong you'd unsheathed your sword, slowly revealing it along with yourself from behind tommy, while he smirked.

if you were taller though, the person messing with him could already see you, you didn't even have to pull out our sword.

just pull that creepy ass anime smile and then you're good.

on occasion tommy would get insecure because he had to have someone else take care of him and protect him.

that added more stuff to the things he'd get bullied for.

honestly, it'll only take some kind words of encouragement to get him back to his snarky, arrogant self.

"if it makes you feel better, I could teach you how to fight? So you can defend yourself!"

tommy grins, grabbing your sword from off the table, "aw that's so badass! I can go swoosh then swoosh and-" the weight of it immediately weighs him down and both crash to the floor.

you suck your teeth, bending over slightly to pick it up from his hands, "yeah, lets just start with the basics."

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Okok so like cc sap and Wilbur and their playing like something on steam with like their streamer crush and then reader gets like flustered by something they say or something and reader is like known for being like SUPER unfazed and intimidating and they're immediate reaction is to like literally FORGET how to speak English and respond in their mother language and so how would that go down

That was probably hard to read/understand but I hope u get the general gist, have a nice day

❝PICK-UP LINES❞

warning- light banter, spanish (I don't know if this is a warning, translation at the bottom), inappropriate pickup lines, sapnap being sapnap.

genre- fluff

summary- sapnap flirts with the reader using cheesy wiki pickup lines.

a/n- for this one I choose sapnap because I don't really support wilbur, sorry! though I hope you enjoy this anyway. thank you for requesting!

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"If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged."

"sapnap, enough." you stress, eyeing as the chat went quicker by the minute. they found it hilarious by his constant flirting using cheesy pick-up lines he found on wiki. you narrow your eyes towards the camera, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

sapnap giggles in response and clicks out of the tab. "what? I'm not doing anything."

you take a swig of your white claw, making sure to make the gulp loud in the mic. shaking your head you wipe the residue off your mouth. "you know exactly what you're doing."

"and that is?"

"don't play with me." your fingers move quickly across the keyboard, the letters lighting up beneath your fingers. the search engine loads and sapnaps' stream appears on the monitor next to your main.

you press esc on your game and sapnaps character crouching in-front of you repeatedly catches you off guard. the sudden movement of your cursor makes him stop, turning his attention to you.

the unblinking eyes of his minecraft skin watches as you watch him. you take a moment to look away and back to chat. it gives him time to use creative mode and pull out a random item he finds.

he walks to stand before you, dropping the item to the floor.

"Are you a lever? Because you turn me on." he teases leaning back in his chair. he boasts- puffing his chest out like a bird. he has a cocky smirk on his face, taking pride at the silence on the other line.

"what? that's- what?" you remove the drink from your lips, choking back a cough.

he doesn't miss a beat.

"Are you a pig? Because I wanna ride you all night long."

your eyes widen, your minecraft character stops moving. all throughout the night sapnap has been hitting you left and right with pick-up lines but that one had to be the most profound. every single one you heard you'd brush it off to the side, not even batting a eye to it. and everytime he tried to get a reaction out of you it'd be ignored.

but this time a unfamiliar heat rises to your face. you put a hand over your camera while using the other one to cover one of your cheeks, pushing the other one into your shoulder.

"AYE QUE VERGA- QUE TE PASA CONTIGO?? COCHINO." you spit back aggressively, though the voice crack when you shouted showed your true embarrassment.

"what?" he laughs, watching as you remove your hand from the camera, he looks at your chat.

@bootylover445 : ARE THEY BLUSHING? LMAO

@y/unapsh1per : SAPNAP KEEP GOING I NEED THIS FOR EDITS

he giggles at that one.

@rainiedai : this is the first time we got a reaction like that, good job sapnap.

he then realized that what rainiedai said was true, you were known for being the most nonchalant, unfazed person on twitch, not really giving the time of day for anything. people were usually scared of you, they could say the meanest thing to you and you'd just shrug in response. so the fact that he made you blush will forever be on his mind, he took pride in it and you looked amazing in red.

"aw is y/n blushing?" he teased at you, squishing his cheeks in mockery, you scoff rolling your eyes.

you pull your lips into a thin line, furrowing your eyebrows, the blush was now gone and a mean look replaced it. but your voice contradicts your face, you wouldn't ever tell him but it was effective and cute, and even if the pick-up line was vulgar, it was funny enough to get a rise out of you.

in a hushed out, light tone you mumble.

"callate idiota."

and he smiles.

* AYE QUE VERGA- QUE TE PASA CONTIGO?? COCHINO. | aye what the fuck- whats wrong with you?? nasty. *

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hihi can I request hcs for c!sbi or c!dt and how they would act towards a younger pvper reader joining the server? (13-15)

❝HOW THE DREAM WOULD ACT TOWARDS A YOUNG PVPER!❞

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DREAM™;

dream would feel hella intimidated

why tf is a teenager better at fighting then he is?

and why tf is a teenager fighting in the first place.

he would most definitely make you fight against him to show that he knows more.

but if he loses...well.

you're the kid? looks like the roles are reversed because he'll throw a tantrum.

he would try to stay as far away from you as possible. for the sake of his ego.

if he heard anybody praise you for your skills he'd immediately shut them up.

"did you see the combo they put on him? shit was wild!" - some random smp member.

"shut the fuck up bean bag ass bitch."

k that was ooc but I thought it fit.

after a while he'd get used to you and your skills.

thinks of you as a 'mini me' even though that's, y'know, a bad thing.

follow you everywhere to make sure you're safe because he has a lot of enemies and ya'll are known by association.

attached to the hip kind of thing.

doesn't want to admit it but he cares about you, though he doesn't really care for anyone (prison arc wise, anytime else he cares for his friends.)

he is your shadow whether you know it or not.

SAPNAP™;

he thinks its BADASS.

always asking questions and wondering how you did this and how you did that.

"when did you first learn to fight?"

"when did you first pick up a sword?"

"are you self-taught?"

"how old are you again?"

they're endless.

he thinks what you have is amazing but also tiring so if you ever needed anything he would get you it.

wouldn't want you to wear yourself out, so from time to time he'll make you sit down and rest.

if there ever was a war and dream needed someone who could fight he would enlist you, but sapnap would protest because you then again are still just a child.

like dream he would be your shadow, though he's not as sneaky with it.

and even if he was dreams right man hand (at the time) he is still afraid of everything, creepers, zombies, spiders - especially spiders.

would make you kill everything even if he had a perfectly working sword.

sapnap screams, eyeing the wandering mob that roamed across the community house. "Y/N!"

"what?"

"HELP ME!" he yells from on top of a crafting table.

"what happened?"

"there's a spider!"

you roll your eyes but kill it anyway.

GEORGE™;

honestly wouldn't really care.

he'd be impressed, but wouldn't care.

he would be sleeping half of the time but would ask you to watch over him incase somebody came around.

you're like his personal bodyguard.

would walk into the line of danger without a care because he knows you're right behind him to protect him.

people make fun of him for having a child be his guard.

would help you train and teach you knew attacks, some he learned from dream others he made up himself.

unlike the other, you would be his shadow instead of the other way around.

when he became king of the smp the first thing he declared was that if anyone hurt you they'd be sent to death. that was his way of repaying you for everything you'd done for him.

he thinks of you as a little sibling except you're not the pesky kind.

you didn't know this but he made sapnap and dream give him updates on your whereabouts to make sure you were out of harms way, even though you could fend for yourself

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!

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❝LIKE WILL SMITH❞

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 - 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾- 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, blurb?

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒- 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗁- 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. (𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐.)

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“and then he was like bam! smacked that motherfucker right across the face.” timothee recreates the events from earlier that evening with your face. bring his two palms up close and fake slapping you, connecting the hand with the other. you swing your face away, joining in on the charade.

“timothee stop.” you giggle, bringing his hands down letting them rest on your dress. you feel as he plays with the fabric, he quirks his mouth into a mischievous grin. you lean towards him whispering, “there could be cameras watching us right now.”

he shrugs his shoulder, letting his arm rest around your shoulders as he guides you out of the venue, “let them, they’ve already seen it go down once, it was funny as hell.”

“I know, I was literally sitting right next to you.”

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WHERE ARE YOU?

manhunt boys x reader (building up)

part 2 coming soon.

warnings:: mentions of blood, and fear.

a/n:: I hope you like this! I got some of the idea for this from this fanfic! go read! a little out of the norm’ playing with writing styles

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blood poured down the side of their neck, a cut took up half of it but they paid no mind to it.

the lighting in the forest was horrible, trees covered the sun making everything around them move like shadows.

their fingers move quickly; in and out of their pockets- grabbing what they need in order to craft. they have move fast- silently in case someone was around.

the compass they carried was long deserted, left behind in a rush. he had ambushed them in a swamp, everything smelled of fish and mildew blinding their senses, making it hard to concentrate.

them- they had a group, 4 more of them; all lost in the endless world and vast seas. all of their communications had been broken in the fight for their lives.

if they would’ve just moved quicker, stealthy and lighter they still would’ve had some reliance on the iron sword they carried.

supply was low and morale was lower, with no team mates nearby they knew demise was soon to come. yet they had to play it out, fight with the devil and hope that some kind of boost would come with.

but if they hold out- waiting a little longer, surely someone was going to come for them. the sun was setting and owls started to appear, hooting out into the sky- it was a shrill, a cry for help. y/n so badly wanted to scream, not because of the situation they were in but the lost of friends, they couldn’t; one wrong movement- one wrong sound would make him crawl towards them.

they finish crafting. the blood caked up on their collarbone started to itch, the pain was undeniable, every little movement pinched every nerve in their body, their face smushes at the friction.

the small lighting under the pile of leaves where they hid it was enough to light up the small space, it wasn’t bright enough to attract outsiders, especially bugs.

they take the communicator off the crafting table; in a attempt to try and fix it, they manage to piece back together, having to scrounge around for replacement parts that were beyond destroyed.

they crouched down- fixing their loose shoestring.

the next couple of hours were quiet, not a word was spoken as they try and wait out till sunrise.

growing tired, they slump against a spruce tree that stretched farther then they could reach. with the communicator in hand, and a piece of bread in the other, they gently place the communicator in their ear. taking a chunk out of the bread.

if it didn't work there would be nothing to lose, and it wouldn't hurt to try. yet it would be detrimental if dream got ahold of any of the others. he would be able to track them down with it, if he hadn't already.

satisfied on how it fit, they press a few button and turned a small crank on top of it. nothing happens and they groan out of frustration. "c'mon you stupid piece of junk."

a squealing noise shoots out of the earpiece, y/n rips off the piece at lighting speed, ditching the bread onto the floor and using the hand to grasp at the ear. it felt as if someone had speakers and blasted them at full volume, making them double over in pain.

"jesus fu-" the noise stops, replaced with radio silence.

the rub the ear again and hesitantly picks up the earpiece, cautiously holding it up to their ear again. "h-hello?" they stutter trying to hear a voice on the other end. the ringing in their ears slowly succumbed but it felt as if their brain had been set on fire. "anyone there?"

no response.

"hello?" they raise their voice a little more, as if that would work. "anyone there?"

"...anyone there?" something repeated back

they gap at the device, had it finally worked? they sit up a little better from their slouched position, a look of hope washed over them. "sapnap? is that you?" they asked, pushing the device in further. "sam? bad? george?"

"...sam? bad? george?" the voice repeated again.

something wasn't right, the voice sounded like you.

maybe the communicator was malfunctioning, maybe they didn't put the pieces in the right place. they were never good with redstone, that was sams' forte, not theirs. maybe the feedback was from their device and not any others.

but they couldn't help to feel fear. they suck in a breath, wishing right about now that they could run over to the small torch and blow it out, diminish the tiny flame that birthed light. it wasn't a good idea, if it was feedback from another device- it meant that it was near, maybe 10 to 20 feet away.

the communicator buzzed in their ear, the only sound that came out was occasional static. they let out the breath, the light was getting brighter, paranoia sunk in. if someone was close by then they would be able to see it, guiding them directly towards where they were.

the best option to not be seen by the stranger was to crawl, the hard forest floor combined with the leaves and sticks would scratch up their hands and knees but it was worth it.

they place the communicator on the tree stump right next to the bread. ants started to crawl on it, digging into it making the bread their home.

now, the light was only a couple of feet away, which is a 30 second crawl, but they had to be quick. the owls overlapped the crunch beneath their knees, they grunt and traverse the thick weeds, the communicator still emitted no noise yet the still frequent static.

the sky was dark, the only light besides the flame was the stars in the sky, illuminating the fear engraved into their worn out eyes.

"c'mon, c'mon," they mumble, kneeling besides the torch. they brush the leaves away- cupping it in their palms trying to kill the flame. yet every breath they blew towards it it kept popping back up.

the communicator made another noise but y/n dismissed it as the static. "c'mon," they repeat bringing the torch closer to their face.

they suck in a breath and blow it with all the force they could muster, killing the light. not before seeing a shadow sneak up over their trembling body.

the communicator gives one last static, a voice started seek through.

"oh.." static "y/n~"

the voice was crunchy and inaudible.

they turn towards the sound with the torch still in their hands. their eyes glued to the abandoned ear piece, the ants scattered at the noise. please god, please let it not be him. they had no weapons, no food anymore and no armor. they were out in the open with no protection.

"oh, y/n~" the voice repeats in a taunting tone, despite the earpiece being so close the voice sounded closer, their breath becomes shaky, knees almost caving in from under them. the voice sounded uncomfortably familiar.

they look around at the bushes around them, all of them stood perfectly still, the night making it harder to see. a owl flew by their head, they turn at the sound. they hear a twig snap from their right, they follow the sound with their eyes, to scared to move.

they gulp.

the voice stops, replaced by heavy breathing. a snap comes from the left.

their heartbeat thumps in their ears, they sway trying to gain their bearings, the intense adrenaline rush pumps through their veins. pure fear.

a husky voice says four words, four words that feels like everything's over, four words that will forever be terrifying.

"I can see you."

[seobrangii]

❝ WHY WON'T IT STOP? ❞

pairing:: slimecicle x reader (c!annon)

genre:: fluff, angst.

warnings:: yelling, some minor curse words, crying, etc.

summary: slime experiences tears for the first time in the worst way possible.

-HAPPIER THAN EVER-

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this first time slime felt emotion was when quackity yelled at him. It was over something stupid- something out of his control. quackity had been in a shitty mood all day, purpled came to him and said some messed up stuff that tore him apart, mentioning his ex fiancés.

Slime didn't know what to do, when purpled left quackity crumpled himself into a ball, a defensive state to not show any signs of breaking. And he was worried, worried for his friend who lied motionless in his bed.

He went to comfrot him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder before it got slapped off. The sound of skin to slime echoing off of the quartz walls. the feeling made him jump back, shock, makes his mouth drop and his feet shuffle backwards.

Slime couldn't feel the stinging pain in his hand, being who he was he had no nerves in his body, he just knew that that shouldn't feel good.

"go." a weary voice mumbles out from beneath the blanket.

slime stumbles, rubbing the hand. "b-but quackity from Las Neavdas, I can't leave you like-"

the voice interrupts his, this time louder. "go slime, get out."

slime shakes his head, bits of goop slip off and onto his shoulder. he's never went against quackity. he always followed everything he said no matter what, no matter how dangerous the situation was. That's why quackity liked him, Slime didn't try and be defient, he was loyal and never said anything he wasn't supposed to. he followed directions.

but this time Slime closed his ears.

"no, I will not leave you. You are my friend and friends don't leave other friends when they are upset."

quackity stands up, the blanket falling off of his body. a fierce looks fires in his eyes, it makes slime retreat. quackitys hands clam up into a fist, his nails digging into his palms bound to leave marks when he checks later. he can’t even look slime in the eyes, he knows he’ll regret it later but he just, can’t.

“GET THE HELL OUT SLIME!” he shouts, his fist bend and he points to his bedroom door, “GET THE HELL OUT, JUST GO. LEAVE ME ALONE!”

slime whimpers, his arms crossing over his body defensively. he can’t move, his feet feels like it’s glued to the floor. he gulps his mouth moving but no words come out. he’s stunned. hes never seen his friend react in such a violent way. He doesn’t know how to go about it.

should he stay and try to help? or risk getting yelled at again and sparking some unwanted rage.

his vision starts getting clouded, this has never happened before- he thinks, what is this?

what he is feeling is indescribable, it was wet, and when it hit his skin it just sunk right in. he licks his lips, drops of it coated the top of it and rests on his buds. salty.

he has seen it a little while ago, one of the first times quackitys ever cried in-front of him, when he came back from seeing his ‘friend’. He didn’t question anything, just told quackity that he was there if he needed help.

quackity never accepted it though.

“GET THE HELL OUT SLIME!”

and he did, he ran and ran until his legs gave out under a spruce tree. the wet had gathered more under his eyes, he tripped a few times because of it.

everytime he would wipe them away it just kept coming, he felt useless. exhaust and defeat showed as he slumped down, pulling his knees into his chest and he just cries.

he hated this feeling, he wanted it to go away. he wanted it stripped from his body and thrown away into a river, he didn’t know he just wanted it gone.

it felt like hours until he had stopped crying. his face was still covered in the tears but he had stopped, finally.

“Charlie?” a soft voice murmurs, gently rubbing his cold shoulder, “is everything okay?”

he lets out a sob and quickly covers his mouth with his dirt covered hand. the soft voice coos at him and he feels another body press up against his. the person lays their head on his shoulder and wraps a arm around him.

“do you want to talk about it?” they move the cardigan off of their shoulders and around his, he hadn’t noticed he started shivering underneath the dead moonlight. he protests; trying to shake it off but the heavy hand of the person weighs it down and he gives up.

he sniffles, adjusting the cardigan on the both of their shoulders, they person smiles at the gesture. “Quackity of Las Neavdas got mad at me, he yelled at me- and he never yells.” he rushes out, wiping the tears that started to build up again.

“I tried to help him but he just wouldn’t- he just wouldn’t take it. i don’t know what to do.” his voice cracks as another sob builds up, the overwhelming feeling makes him lightheaded.

the person rubs his shoulders, “it’s okay Charlie, I promise. he will realize what he did and come back for you. he’s just upset right now and that’s normal. No, it wasn’t okay how he took it out on you but quackity builds up his emotions until it explodes. it was bound to happen. he’s like a walking volcano.” they assure reaching over to wipe his tears.

he nods his head. he watches as they bring their hand to their pants and wipe off the liquid. “what is that?”

the person looks at him and hums, “what is what?”

he points to the tear stain on their pants then to his face. the person acknowledges what he’s trying to say. “oh, those are tears, when some one gets upset or emotional they come out, it doesn’t have to be just when you’re upset though. Could be if you’re happy about something.”

“I’ve never cried before.” he says eyeing their face, he’s worried if they find him weird but they just shrug.

“that’s okay, sometimes people just don’t have it in them to cry.”

“and you don’t think that’s weird?”

they shrug again, “why would that be weird? we all have emotions, some just work differently than others.”

he smiles for the first time that night, thankful for the stranger that made him feel safe. he slips the cardigan back over their shoulders. “thank you…”

they look up at him and give him their hand, “y/n”

he takes it and shakes it, the warmth of their palms- filled with love and care, radiate throughout his body despite the cold air.

“thank you y/n from nowhere.”

[seobrangii]

𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑺 : 𝑴𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑶𝑵

note: I got this idea from @m0chaminx "beat up" so partial credit goes to them! I hope you enjoyed this, I wrote this for a video so it might not be the best LMAO, hope you enjoy!

Eddie munson x gender neutral reader

synopsis: Eddie is accident prone and cannot stop hurting himself, luckily you are there to dress his wounds.

warnings: mentions of wounds, descriptions of wounds and blood.

beholder | time: 10:58 pm

"You're a real klutz, you know that right?" Eddie groans at the pressure above his eye. The gash was big- no more than 6 inches but was bleeding profusely. He leans back to rest against the toilet tank, it creaks under his weight but continues to hold up.

You grab his hand, removing yours so that he could hold it, and reach down blindly to pull out the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Eddie recoils away from you at the sound of it moving around in the bottle, but you forcefully grab his shoulders to make him stay put.

"If you put that on me, I will scream." he complains, moving the cotton bandage out of his eye so he could watch you pour some peroxide on a Q-tip. "Maybe even bite you."

"Well if you bite me," you take the bandage from his eyebrow and replace it with the Q-tip, "That abrasion isn't going to be the only scar that you'll have." you give him a snarky smile as he jolts back at the stinging sensation, shouting like a Scooby-Doo character.

"That hurts!" He shouts, taking the Q-tip and flicking it at you. You skillfully dodge it, listening as it hits the towel rack and bounces towards the floor. You ignore him and dap a hefty amount of Neosporin onto the tip of your finger, Eddie watches you with his tongue poking out. Possibly in concentration or to fight the impulse of smacking it out of your hand.

You reach towards him but stop short, seeing the reluctant look in his eyes. The gash was looking better- the bleeding had stopped, but you had to be quick so it wouldn't get infected. "Eddie?" you whisper, he hums back, his eyes still on your outstretched pointer. "D'you wanna do it?"

Eddie says nothing for a moment, just watching you crouched on your knees, holding yourself up with a stable hand on the sink. You nudge him lightly with the tip of your elbow and he clears his throat quickly, shaking his head. "No, uh-," he repositions himself, pushing his face closer towards you. "I want you to do it."

You observe him, looking over his face for a definite answer. Though by the way his eyebrows hunch and a look of determination scores his face you get your answer, "okay," you say lightly. An idea crosses your mind and you quickly put the cream on his instead, "How about we do this, you put it on but I'll do it for you."

His face crinkles but he understands, and nods.

When everything is finished, the wound is dressed and the products are put away, both you and Eddie find comfort on his bed. His fingers lightly danced across the bat designed bandage while using his other arm to hold you tight.

"Thank you," He says after a beat, dropping his hand when he accidentally hits a sensitive spot.

You hum, "For?" You know why he's thanking you but its always nice to have an explanation. Context is always amazing.

He scoffs, "You know why."

"Your welcome, just make sure you don't get hurt again. I don't feel like being a Doogie Howser."

He grins, you can't see it but you can feel his jaw moving on your forehead, "No promises."