#tangotek x reader

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

can i request reader x hermits (seperate) ? like reader has a bunch of old scars and on a hot day they wear a tank top and expose all of their scars? completely okay if not AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF🫶

Okay, let me tell you, as someone with quite a visible scar on my face (I was a very courageous and dumb kid) and a few less visible ones on my hand, I get asked about it so so often and this request hits hard and I have decided to put my whole soul into it as headcanons. I've just picked a couple hermits I feel would have different reactions to it so here u go!

HEADCANON:

Grian

This boy is not going to mention it, like, at all

He has his own bad memories and sad backstory so he understands that you might not want to talk about it

The only reason he would ever talk about it would be if you ever showed any discomfort or insecurity about it

If you just never talked about it he wouldn’t either

Maybe at some point he would reassure you about yourself if you’re both deep in a relationship, but he would never explicitly mention the scars 

If you do mention them at all, it depends on how you approach it

He knows how to tell situations very well and I think he would still be careful about it

If you approach it humorously, like it doesn’t affect you then he will too

Maybe ask you where some of the bigger ones are from and expect you to tell him some good stories

If you get uncomfortable about them, or insecure he will reassure you

“I love you no matter what” or “I think they make you look cool”

He will always be supportive

Mumbo

He does try his best, but the moment he sees you he can’t help it

Shock on his face as he clearly looks you over

It’s clear he is concerned, and if you’re alone he will ask you about it

Stuff like if you’re okay, if you ever want to talk about it or if you need anything

If you reassure him you’re fine, he will totally dote on you after he is done being shocked

Will kiss your exposed scars and talk about how pretty or handsome you are to him

He will totally try to spend extra time with you, both because he learned a new thing about you that makes him love you even more but also because he is secretly making sure you’re totally okay

Even if you say you are, he would rather make sure

He will keep a little bit of a closer eye on everything you do and every little emotion you display just to keep himself sure you’re really okay

Either way he loves you how you are

Scar

This fool, this dumbass man

He cannot keep his mouth shut at all

He thinks communication is so much easier and better than having to just bottle things up or keep guessing what everyone else is thinking

So he just mentions it, asks where they’re from if you’re okay with him asking

He tries to guess it, if you’re not

The guesses will start out super detailed stories that are so far fetched as to ease you into it

“So this one is obviously from a wolf attack, where you managed to fight off 3 wolfs the size of the moon with nothing but your bare hands”

Then he will slowly try to reel it in and guess them more accurately

If one is sort of a piercing one, he will say you lost a duel in a bow fight

The one on your arm? That one is a cut from training your sword skills

He is just spitballing, trying to get it right

Either way he will pester you until you open up to him, he will not let it go

He thinks it’s so cool and really makes you look tough

Will ask you to protect him since you’re so strong

Will also definitely trace your scars whenever you are idle and he has the chance to

Even if you ask him not to, it just happens and he will laugh it off

He starts to slowly like them, the more he sees them

Every rare moment you show them, he slowly appreciates them more and more 

Really weird but he has favorites

He just loves them to be honest

It makes you so uniquely you

Etho

No matter what he will start out by making some sort of snarky little comment

“Did you fight your kitchen drawer and lose or something?”

It’s not mean spirited at all, it’s supposed to be humorous 

He just likes to approach things with lightheartedness and jokes 

He knows it might be a serious topic, but his objective is always to turn it into something fun or less serious to try and make you feel better about it

He won’t dote on you or reassure you like the others unless you open up about it

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you the way you are, his love is just more subtle like that

It’s small things you wouldn’t immediately notice about his reaction to it

Sometimes he will look at one of them and imagine the pain or maybe even accidentally imagine the person who might have given it to you

It’ll make him look at them with hatred, but it’s not directed at you even if it would seem that way

He’d make up little fantasies of revenge in his head to clear the thoughts

At this point you might even be the one who will have to reassure him that it’s no problem anymore, if it ever even was 

Bdubs

He will instantly be all over you, and no matter your approach he will be excited

Unless you just start straight up crying he won’t notice if you’re sad or insecure about them cause he is just so excited about seeing a different part of you

He’s the same as Scar where he wants to know where every little scar comes from

If it’s serious he will of course reassure you, but he will definitely also compliment them no matter what

He just think they suit you, and in the end Bdubs is sort of just a hopeless romantic

Anything that is a part of you, he loves it

Anything that is you is beautiful

Which in turn makes your scars beautiful too

He feels closer to you, looking at them because in the end it tells your story and your past, making him feel like he is closer to it 

It’s something he’s probably been sad about before, that not every inch of your life is tied together, that there are parts of you that he can’t be a part of which is before you met

But seeing the scars can help him understand that part, and sort of relate to you in a way that he finds very intimate

So of course he will pester you about them any given time they are on display

He does love them, just as much as he loves you

Pearl

She’s definitely the most careful out of all of them, at least out of the ones who want to approach the topic at all

As much as she is a rambunctious personality she is also an extremely caring thoughtful individual 

And as much as she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries she also has to know you’re okay

So she approaches it very head on, but she picks her words very carefully

“I don’t know if you ever want to talk about it, but I’m willing to listen if you ever want to tell me anything about your scars.”

That’s all she ever says about it, and at that point it’s up to you to go to her about it

She wants to be as respectable to you about it as possible

She has the mindset that she doesn’t need to know if you don’t want her to know

As long as she’s sure you’re okay now, your past doesn’t matter to her

For what she thinks about them look wise, she does think they suit you

It’s not going to change how she thinks about you, knowing you have a few scars

And she has a couple herself so it doesn’t really matter

She still loves you

Tango

Tango is probably the one with the roughest reaction

He is pretty emotionally driven, and just seeing something like that on you genuinely breaks his heart

It’s almost like he is going through the pain you went through with every single scar at once

He’s almost just,,, getting teary eyed seeing you and you might get confused at the looks he is giving you as you see each other

You probably won’t understand exactly what is going on with him and he simply takes your hands in his and he stares at you before embracing you in a warm hug

He wants you to feel physically that he is there for you

“Where are these all from?”

You cannot get out of a heart to heart with this man, and even if it’s all from totally normal and uneventful encounters he still thinks it’s very serious

Even if it was not traumatic like, at all, just you at some point being in pain is awful to him

Just the few times you’ve gotten hurt while on the server with him has been awful for him so to know you’ve gone through pain that’s left scars is unbearable

He doesn’t like your scars, hands down I will just say it

He hates having a constant reminder that you experience pain because he wants nothing but happiness for you

Obviously it’s delusional to think you’d never experience anything bad, he knows that, but he still wants that to be the case so bad and having to see it every time just sucks for him

That’s not to say he doesn’t think you’re still beautiful, he does, he thinks you’re amazing

But he does just wish you’d never have to go through that 

Xisuma

Oh boy

His first thought, and I am sorry to admit this, would be how hot that is

He loves that type of thing, he can’t help it

This guy loves a man/woman with a story to tell, and scars to show

BUT that does not mean that the next thought isn’t slight worry

He’s been through it all, considering he is experienced with every kind of server and an admin who has had to consider all kinds of walks of life and he knows what some servers are like

That in itself has lead to him being very observant and mindful, and he also knows exactly how to handle it no matter what

He won’t ask, he will wait for you to come to him, if need be

If you do explain them, he will take it from there. Sad? He’s got just the right words to assure you that you’re both safe and that it changes nothing in his opinion of you (It does.. He finds it so hot)

Happy and uncaring? He is making the best jokes you’ve ever heard about it

There is no losing with this blessing of a man

[hermit-lover]

Hey hey!! Ur hermits x raccoon reader was so good ^^ could u do a Tango x raccoon reader who brings him shiny things and little trinkets they think hed like and Tango has a full shulker box in his ender chest filled with things given by the reader

Love ur work stay hydrated <33

Trinkets!

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Character: Tango x Raccoon!Reader

Type: Blurb (~1.3k)

Theme: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: Decked out's secretes are ever alluring, combined with the irresistible game master, you cant help but want to slink around.

TW: Brief panic.

A/N: Glad you liked it! I'm always down for some good ol raccoon shenanigans. Kinda strayed from the prompt, but I had fun, sorry!

Its been a small while since you've joined Hermitcraft, and despite your original apprehension as to how well you'll get along, you've fit in perfectly.

The group welcomed your absentminded chaoticness, and eagerly joined in shenanigans.

Yet, above all shone one hermit- who was quite literally a hermit this season. His shiny glowing eyes and welcoming personality, combined with apt for the strange and wonderful, made him so alluring. And that wasn't even touching on his project!

Yes, his project- the sprawling grounds of complex spaghetti redstone and brilliantly decorated caves that wove intricately through the large hole.

Decked out.

It wasn't finished yet- but that wouldn't stop you from trying to explore it! The cold breeze that emanated from the space ruffles your ears and tail, chilling them in the familiar way. You tuck your pickaxe away, sending it into your inventory with a flash of pixels. It was exhilarating breaking in- the pounding of your heart combined with the shaky excited sparks through your limbs only served to drive you further. Maybe this time you'll be able to fully explore the card sorter!

Skittering along a wool line of redstone, you dodge and weave around frankly unsafe contraptions. The glittering messes draw you in, with the promise of secrets and treasures. Whispers of grand prizes and knowledge no ones has keeps you moving. Once at the end of this line, you can see the card sorter, the splay of observers and hoppers making your tail twitch in excitement. Making redstone was fun, but exploring someone else's? especially when not allowed? that was the best.

Eyeing your route down, you begin to slink. Off of the white wool, and down onto a yellow line, then onto an observer, which leads you to a blue line- then you can just put your foot on this extended piston-

CLUNK

Your foot meets nothing but air.

With a screech you plummet- open air surrounds you- your heartbeat fills your head- Eyes screwed shut.

You prepare for respawn.

"OOF- gotcha!"

....You're not dead?

At that realization you open your eyes, ears still pinned back in fear.

A grinning face greets you. Pointed teeth gleaming in the shadowed lighting, dimly glowing blue eyes squinting from the effort. Above that- flickering blue flames leech of his head, calm, content. His presence instantly calms you. Tango.

Going boneless in his arms- he briefly struggles to maintain grip- you sigh.

"I thought I was about to litter my items all over decked out!" You laugh, adrenaline wearing off.

"pft I cant have that! All deathifications must be done inside the dungeon- When the game is actually finished." His tone isn't lost on you, while it was obvious he isn't actually upset, he's scolded you plenty of times for your premature interest in his death game. You crack a guilty smile, trying your best puppy dog eyes.

"Oh i'm sorry- I had no idea! I was just mining and then-"

"Mhm, toootttally." He interrupts, rolling his pupilless eyes. You gasp in offense.

"Hey!- At least let me finish my excuse!"

"I can do whatever I want- I caught you after all." His logic is....sound. He did keep you from losing your levels and well- your head. You sigh, crossing your arms and pouting.

"Fine."

He grins again, starting to walk back towards his storage system- and the exit. Panic fills you, you just got here! you didnt want to leave already, an excuse, you need an- AHA!

"Tannggoooo~" You drawl, leaning further into him, the strange chill that poured from his chest soothing to your warm face. Tango raises an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Yea?"

"Did I mention that I had something for you?"

He squints, debating whether or not it was a ploy.

"No...Is it something I should be concerned about?"

Now its your turn to grin.

"Maaayyybbeeee- do you want it?" You always had a gift for Tango, it was as though every shiny thing you saw reminded you of him, and called to be in his possession. You'd almost say your incessant gift giving was why he kept you around- but he clearly was fond of you too.

Tango huffed, depositing you into one of the plush chairs you pestered him to add into the storage room. It certainly did make it cozier, and he deserves somewhere nice to rest. You pop up, tilting your head. "Is that a no?-"

"I didnt say that-" Tango points an accusing finger at you, "But I still haven't forgotten!" You sigh, flopping over the back of the chair exaggeratedly.

"You give a guy someone else's robotic arm one time!-"

"Doc nearly skinned me!"

"You would make a good rug." You defend. Tango blinks at you a couple times, then sighs, smiling growing.

"Okay fine, i'll bite. What did you get me?"

You grin, wiggling your fingers to summon the blue shulker box you had shoved it into. Painstakingly, you place it down, and slooooowwwly reach for lid-

"Close your eyes~"

Tangos brows furrow in worry, but he obliges, glowing blue pools hidden behind his eyelids. You peel the top of the shulker off and grin inside- your best catch yet. Picking it up delicately, you stand, stepping towards Tango and reaching forwards.

"Open your hands."

He obeys, fingers splayed in curious confusion.

You take half a second to admire the treasure. Shining green surface so smooth and perfect, sturdy and rare. Then, you delicately place it in his hands, and skitter quickly backwards.

His eyes flutter open, brows still furrowed as he takes in the object. Then his face flashes in alarm.

"Oh no- You'll take this back to him this instant!" He thrusts it towards you, and you dodge out of the way. Plucking up the shulker.

"What you don't like it?" You pout, tilting your head and scuttling as he approaches.

"No!" Tango laughs, "Xisuma's glove isn't something you can gift!"

"But he didn't notice! and its shiny and cool!" You protest, unable to hold down the pleased grin splitting your features.

"He will notice! And he'll go looking for it!" Tango insists, trying to corner you, arms held out, flicking the green glove towards you. You weave backwards, matching his every step.

"Nuh uh!" You insist, childishly.

"Yea huh!" Tango replies, giggling. His pure laughter rings in your ears and clenches your heart. Heat rushes to your face- focus, you remind yourself.

Your back meets the wall, and you begin sliding along it, still avoiding taking back the glove. You continue the standoff for a couple seconds- then Tango lunges towards you.

His arms pin either side of you- halting you in your tracks. Pressed against the wall.

"Ha!" He gloats, grinning down at you, "gotcha."

Heat burns your face, your throat closes up, and your knees nearly buckle.

He is gorgeous.

Half lidded blue eyes focused on you, lips parted revealing his pointed fangs while he pants into your space. He seems unaffected, lucky bastard.

Then, a horrible idea.

Slowly, you lean forwards.

"Yep, you got me-" You begin, voice low.

He tenses slightly, breath hitching. For a split second you worry hes uncomfortable, but the sudden addition of deep blue on his face makes your heart soar. "But I haven't even given you the entire gift."

"You...haven't?" He's slightly breathless but manages to keep some suspicion. You nod slowly, now completely in his personal space. Your nose brushes his.

"Nope." You confirm, tilting your head slightly. "Would you like it?"

Theres a beat and you worry he's going to say no- but he nods once. You fight down your grin.

You close the gap- but miss his mouth and press a kiss to the side, just barely brushing lips.

Then, while hes recovering, you duck- weaving out of his arms and sprinting for the bubble elevator up.

"Bye Tango! Enjoy your gift!-" You call, cheeky grin ever present. He sputters.

"You!-" He rushes to the elevator, narrowly missing you as you step in. "I'll have my revenge!" He calls after you.

That's exactly what you were planning on.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Reunited

Oneshot Tango x Reader Contains: Fluff -----------------------

With a sigh, you rise from your seated position, checking the clock again. 10.03am. Mornings are long these days, and not just because it's summer.

No, that's how it would be anyway. But these mornings drag even more. These mornings are unusually quiet and uneventful. You have no Tango to make them anything else.

He's been gone for so long now. At this point, you've lost track of the weeks, but it's got to be nearing three months now. Perhaps that's passed already.

At first, you kept going as per usual, seeing hermits you'd normally see, getting in on the community projects. Lately you just haven't had the motivation. You've not even ventured outside your base.

You spend much of your time in the cottage you built for Tango and you at the beginning of the season. You've added a few things to the grounds outside since Tango has been gone, but nothing major. You don't want to remove all the Tango from this space.

It's safe to say you miss him. No one can doubt that.

You glance out of the window as you walk past, the giant silhouette of Deep Frost Citadel no longer intimidating. At this point it only brings you sorrow.

You've spent many an hour staring from various windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of the one you love. Hoping he will come home at last. Sometimes you think you see something moving in the distance, but who knows? Maybe you're too far away to tell.

Your communicator beeps quietly in your pocket, it's not an uncommon occurance but it doesn't happen often still. Every now and then someone will check up on you, see if you're okay since you're not venturing out as much any more. That's what you expect this message will be too.

You're pleasantly surprised when it isn't. When the message reads - <Xisuma> I'll be 5 minutes, be ready to leave. Or else ^.^

The threat and uncharacteristically cute face give you mixed messages, but you decide you'd rather be safe than sorry. X isn't very threatening, sure, but while you don't think he'd hurt a fly you've never seen him in that situation to be sure.

So you move away from the window and go sort yourself out for company.

Before you know it there is a pounding at the door, you find yourself pulling on your footwear and trying not to smack your face into the wall as you rush to silence the knocking.

Xisuma looks unimpressed, or so you think behind the mask anyway, pulling you out of the house.

"We'll I'm at least glad I didn't have to drag you out of the house." He says, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. The emphasis on the word 'you' seems strange, but you decide not to question it.

Xisuma gives you some coordinates, just in case, but tells you to just follow him and it'll be easier. He shoots off into the sky, making flying look easy.

You've not flown in some time. While there is some muscle memory it's certainly rough going. You're a little all over the place for the first five minutes, but you settle back into it fast enough.

The landing isn't particularly smooth, not at all. You almost go flat on your face, but manage to save it last minute and roll.

Xisuma helps you up, not uttering a word or any kind of an expression. Once you're on your feet he immediately sets off walking.

You follow behind him as best you can, relying on the small path. Here the trees are thick, the spruce forest pretty dense. It's beautiful though, the dark green of the leaves glowing from the sunlight above. Moss covers most of the podzol, small white flowers managing to grow over the layer of green.

You haven't been walking for long when Xisuma comes fully back into sight, a clearing up ahead.

Here you're able to see the sky once again, but that's not the most impressive feature. There is grass here, mixed with the moss, on it grows many many flowers of all different colours.

Hidden in the tree line you spot a small building, but see no door for it. Not that it seems you'll be going over there.

X pulls out a picnic blanket, laying it in the center of the clearing. "Care to sit?" He suggests, nodding in approval when you take a seat on the blanket.

Then Xisuma leaves without a word, moving towards the small building. You think of asking him what he's doing but decide not to. That's a man that works in mysterious ways.

Being alone again makes you miss home. You haven't left in so long, not that it isn't nice to, it's just who knows how far you are from Tango.

You can feel the sadness that comes with that thought rising in you. Xisuma disappears and you sigh deeply, choosing to focus on the trees just past the building.

This keeps you occupied until Xisuma reappears. Not that he really looks like himself, the helmet and armour is gone or covered up by long, black robes lined with blue. His eyes glow frosty in the darkness cast by his hood.

This isn't Xisuma at all. This is "Tango?"

"The one and only, my love." He takes a seat in front of you, taking down his hood. His hair is a mess, you can see the dark circles that have formed under his eyes. He looks paler now than he ever has. But it is, unmistakably, Tango.

You forget any sadness, any anger that you haven't seen him sooner. All you feel is happiness in this moment. Especially as he shuffles and pulls you into his side for a hug.

  "I'm sorry it's taken so long to do this. I lost track of time in the dungeon." His voice is sincere, you know he's not lying. You had also lost track of the time in your own home waiting for his return.

"I would have waited forever to see you again." You say in return. Your eyes meet Tango's, his expression is still sad.

"I know you would, as I would for you. But let's be honest, all this time apart hasn't done either of us very good." You nod in agreement. It's not like he's wrong.

The time apart has done a number on you both, it seems silly when you look at it in hindsight. All the problems being apart for so long has caused. You can't change that now, but Tango speaking once again fills you with hope.

"I'm coming home. Every night. No excuses. I even got a Bdubs Offical.' Tango smiles now, a smile you've missed dearly. He waves the clock around, taking the time to point out the Bdubs signature on the back.

You wrap your arms around him, the joy you feel taking over your entire body. Tango holds you just as tight, as if to say he wasn't going to let go again.

You make a mental note to thank Xisuma for bringing you here, for just generally being there for you. It's good to have friends that care about you. It's good to have Tango back If he belongs.

[dvskf4llz]

Hi happy pride moth!! <3

Can i requeat a tango x short raccoon male reader who is exactly like him (pathetic mad scientist everyone loves, probably eats redstone) and everytime tango flirts with him he gets all blushy and his fur gets poofy

AGH YESSS I LOVE THISSS

We love our mad scientist that may or may not eat redstone

My silly little raccoon

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TW: nothing too bad. SFW. tango being extremely flirty, tango teasing reader

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You loved Tango, a lot. You and Him were literally meant for each other, you 2 had a lot in common.

You were a scientist, he was a scientist aswell. You both have a passion for redstone, both of you caught each other eating redstone a few times.. Ok maybe more than a few, but anyway.

You both loved working on little projects together, they usually involve redstone.

During those projects, Tango liked to flirt with you randomly just to get a reaction out of you. He found it extremely cute whenever your fur poofed up everytime he had flirted with you, it made him laugh. He especially finds it cute whenever you start angrily pouting when he laughs at your fur poofing up a lot as you blush, he pats your head and gives you a kiss on the cheek. You immediately switch moods after he gives you a kiss.

You both like to give each other little kisses randomly, mostly during when you both are working together. It can be just a small little kiss on the lips or a kiss on the cheek.

Everytime Tango had to do something like working on a project involving redstone, he likes to have you in the same room or even helping him in anyway you can.

Tango just loves making contraptions for you, a few times he's made a very simple machine for you that would pop out a note and it would have motivating or flirty words written on them such as: "𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 <3" "𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓮 ;)" "𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝓮 ᰔ". It was extremely cute. He once made a machine that launched fireworks spelling "I love [Name] ♡", you gave him lots of cuddles after that.

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𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮:

You were just doing the usual, doing your scientist things, eating redstone from time to time, you know.

Tango just popped out of nowhere and started flirting with you.

"Did you know that your so cute when you work?"

"It's adorable seeing your little expressions and reactions."

"Your so hot you know?"

You then shut him up with a kiss on the lips, which worked a lot.

Everytime he pulled a stunt like that, you would just be shutting him up with multiple kisses. He gets flustered by them so.

One day, you decided to scare the crap out of Tango being sneaking up on him.

"BOO!" You yelled as you pop out from the ceiling, Tango got extremely startled as he screamed and almost fell backwards. He was panting like crazy, you gave him a real fright. Meanwhile, you were just laughing so hard.

He glared at you for a moment which made you stop laughing, he then start laughing as he rolled his eyes.

"You're such a nuisance sometimes." He said, chuckling. You pouted at that, he brought you in a hug and patted your head.

"I'm kidding I'm kidding." He said, you hugged him back

"You're such a silly little raccoon." He said

"But you're my silly little raccoon that I love so much." He said smiling down at you lovingly, you smiled back at him.

"I love you too." you said back, Tango leaned in for a kiss. You 2 shared a soft yet loving kiss, once you pulled away you 2 couldn't stop smiling widely like idiots.

You then cuddled together for the rest of the day <33

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well- hope you enjoyed that. I did not know what to do for the end TT

I'll post another one in a bit!

The end sounds a bit cheesy but ehhh- i didn't know what to do TT.

Hope this is what you wanted anon!- I might rewrite this and my other oneshots when I have more free time.

[catastrophe-cole]

Calling Them By Their Name

Summary: It's obvious that you love to use nickname and terms of endearment when you addresses your significant other. But what would happen if you mess with them and call them by their name instead after using loving nickname for so long?

Genre: Romantic sfw // Very fluffy I'm getting diabetes

Character(s): Xisumavoid, GoodTimesWithScar, Cubfan135, Tangotek (separate)

Author's Note: I don't have any extra message please fall into this hole with me I promise it'll be worth it.

//Xisumavoid

Xisuma is quite observant, so he'll notice immediately, but subtly, when you call him name.

It makes him a bit.. Uncertain. But he's sure you didn't actually mean anything about it and it's probably just him overthinking stuff.

But if you persist about pulling this prank and keep calling him that without using a pet name not even once, then he's growing anxious.

Xisuma memorizes all of his activities down to bedrock. At least, he likes to believe that he keeps track of what he did and didn't do correctly.

So if he did something wrong he must've definitely known.

He would actually seem casual about confronting you, albeit he's sweating underneath his suit about the whole thing, he's the type of man who wants to get to the bottom of something as quickly as possible if he could.

"Love, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Honestly the way he word it makes it sounds like you're the one in trouble.

But no! He'd actually take a seat with you, take off his helmet and his gloves, before grabbing your hand gently and looking you straight in the eyes.

You'd be dead then and there because of how handsome he is when he's absolutely serious, his eyes slightly glossy when his eyebrows are knitted together just enough to make him look stern with his intent yet so soft with his gaze.

"Have I.. Done something to upset you? Or perhaps something had happened that made you upset?"

Now you feel bad because his voice falls into a small whisper.

Before he can go further into his guesses, you smiled and lightly cupped his cheek with similar tenderness as his hold on your hand.

He actually leaned into your hold, his eyes still hold that glossiness from earlier as he let you take your time with your answer.

" 'suma.. it was just a prank."

And he just stared at you.

"Oh bloody—"

You can't help but burst a laugh at his reaction. He didn't even let you go as he just plopped his head on your chest, burying himself to you while holding your waist tightly.

Laughing, you ran a hand through his hair as he mumbled things to your chest.

He's absolutely embarrassed.

He gets worked up for nothing!

And you're getting the laugh out of this!

Kiss him as an apology then he'd probably forgive you for it.

Please just reassure him, he overthink this a lot earlier and it's not good for his heart so just compensate with all the affectionate nickname you can give him even if it's silly <3

//GoodTimesWithScar

Scar notices immediately.

And he also acted on it immediately.

Something's wrong? Is it him? Has someone bothered you? Whatever the reason may be, he's quick to act on it.

"My sweet, beautiful darling. Sweeter than any elven cookie and more gorgeous than any flowers blooming-! Fall into my secure, strong arms you shall!"

Wherever you're heading to before, consider that plan cancelled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.

He'd use one of his hands to grab yours, and the other to hold onto your waist.

He would do his best to make you laugh! Or at the very least, smile at his silly singing and humming.

Between words he'd sneak kisses to your face. Your lips, your cheek, your nose, wherever that makes your heart flutter full of love.

And when he feels that he's done, he would of course, finish it with a kiss to your knuckles.

With one of his hands still securely wrapped around your waist, he'd look at you with that same smile he always does with his forehead leaning on yours, noses brushing against each other softly.

"Hi, gorgeous."

"Hello handsome."

You'd slipped by accident! You can't help him! He's so.. Charming!

He's outwitted your outwit, don't even try again.

Hell you didn't even get to explain that it was a prank because he never technically confronted you about it in detail and just.. Sweep you off of your feet!

But if you do want him to sweep you off of your feet, doing this might work.

But if you do manage to tell him that it was a prank; he'd pout at you.

How could you? You purposely play with his heart?? By denying him of his rightfully right affectionate nickname?

"Mean. Mean! Evil. You know that is what you are, my dear. Absolutely cruel— How could you do that to a man! Now pay for your crime!"

Paying for your crime as in now give him all your attention for the next few days.

He will not let go™ until you kiss him because he will not initiate the kiss. Or he will not initiate any kiss at all for the time he still feels betrayed by you.

BUT what he will do is get into your face very very close so that you can see every detail in his eyes.

He will just let you suffer back by hovering his lips over yours but never kissing you.

Go apologize to him and make up for it with many kisses and cuddles.

Then he may give you back your kisses rights.

He can't stay mad long at you after all.

//Cubfan135

Genuinely will not notice.

Actually he will definitely notice, but he legit won't do anything about it.

He knows you're very affectionate with words, especially the nicknames you're giving him.

If you're the type who made ridiculous amounts of sweet names for him, he'd probably keep a small note in his pocket about all the creative silly names you've given him, just so he can use one of them back to you when he found you being silly.

So he clearly knows how you and nicknames work.

But it doesn't occur to him that you switching to only calling him by his name would be something he should be suspicious about.

"Hey Cub! I'm going to Hypno for a bit to get more honey, I'll be back in the evening."

"Alright, take care and stay safe. Careful of hitting the bees."

And with a kiss on your cheek he'd go back to whatever he was doing.

You'd think he won't notice! Or care at all about your prank!

It gets to the point you're purposely calling him by his name because you're low-key upset about it.

Scar definitely was the one who pointed it out to him.

"Hey Cub? Is.. Is your partner upset with youuu or.. Did you do something wrong oorrr..?"

"Uh no, I don't believe so. Why?"

Scar told him about how you rarely call him your Sweet Pie anymore, and he really went "? So?"

A five minutes talk and he finally realizes that what you did may be an indicator that something's up.

For someone so smart he certainly can be stupid -as he thinks to himself.

Now that he's somewhat aware he might have done something to upset you, he carefully crafted a plan to fix the issue.

That plan includes a trip to a new, massive and beautiful flower field biome that he had found, with a picnic and pies made by your only beloved Cub.

Food can fix anything after all, right?

He'd go slow, actually. Starting off by asking you about your day, your ongoing project, etc etc, he'd listen closely.

Cub is someone who pays a lot of attention to details so during the time you're answering his questions, he'd pay attention to anything that might've upset you.

Coming close to the end of the picnic, with the final dessert, he'd finally ask you.

"Darling, is there anything that's been.. Bothering you? Did something happened?"

Cue your surprised Pikachu face.

Cub is not quite expressive with his face and action, but with the way he just slowly hold your hand and squeezing it while looking at you just kind of melts something in your heart.

Well at least now he notices!

You just kindly shook your head with a laugh before kissing his cheek and explaining the whole initial prank to him.

He was about to heave a sigh of relief before you explained how you genuinely got a bit upset that it took him this long to realize the change.

He tries to explain to you about his cluelessness though!

Didn't help with his situation at all but at least now you got an explanation.

He promised he'd do anything for you to make up for it. Builds, redstone contraption, doing dishes— anything.

Well you got your anything, you better believe him when he said he'd do anything:)

//TangoTek

Just like the other three, Tango notices immediately.

No matter how silly and how ridiculous he can get sometimes, this man is a redstone God, you can't expect him to not be paying attention to his partner.

But like Scar, he acted immediately on it.

And he's actually the most 'normal' out of them. As normal as you can expect someone to react.

He'd just grab your hand right after you said his name. You'd turn to look at him with the most neutral expression you can muster while he knitted his eyebrows together along with his toothy grin,

"Now- Now now, wait, hold on a second love. What did you just call me?"

You'd repeat his name innocently, and he was taken aback for a minute before he saw that slight glint of mischief in your eyes.

Oh he's going to play along alright.

"Oh- Nah, nah nah nah, you— No you don't get to call me that. Nope."

"But why not? Isn't that your name?"

"Well, yeah but—"

He's laughing so much.

You can't help but break your facade too and laugh with him!

He knew it! You were in fact, messing around with him!

Now you're not going anywhere until either of you have decided that you want to lose the battle.

"My sweet bun— My beloved, my Highnesses, come on now, am I really just a Tango to you? Hm? Do you- Do you not love me anymore?"

Of course you love him.

He's silly and he's going to continue and come up with even more bizarre name to mess with you until *you* admit defeat.

You can try to escape him, but in the Frozen Citadel, he's the one who's going to get an upper hand at finding you! So don't even try.

"Alright that's it— Come on. I need my, I need my words of affirmation that you love me. You do love me, don't you sweetie? Mmmhmm? Don't you love this beautiful, frosty hair? Ah? Aahhh~?"

You'd break, you can't handle him.

But you love him.

So you're forced to admit defeat and compliment him with the cheesiest, lovestruck nickname you can come up with while messing with his blue hair and kissing his pale cheeks all over.

He'd get sick over how sweet *your* nicknames have become, but this is the risk of playing the game of love with you.

And he's ready to play it with you for as long as you're willing to play it with him.

[patxhwrk]

I have like 4 reqs in my inbox rn dont worry ill get to that but have this because ive been consuming 3rd life content like kirby

Anyways have a short Limited Life fic <3

-ˋˏ✄— Rest Easy, I'm here

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ TangoTek x Reader

Pronouns: they/them

"Rest. It's late."

.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.

CW!!

—Mentions of death & violence

—Slight Limited Life spoilers

Y/n L/n doesn’t sleep. Not when you’re surrounded by people who are either the boogeyman or red life. People who would take your life to increase the clock attached to them. To lengthen their time and cut yours.

Y/n L/n doesn’t sleep. But it isn’t to watch over their own timer, or to keep themself safe. They could probably just stay in one of the world borders and hide until daytime.

But instead, they found themself in team TIES’ tower. Instead, they found themself watching over their allies’ base in case of a wandering Scar or one of the Bad Boys with a plan.

Instead, they found themself sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall in the underground area of the TIES tower, a drowsy Tango beside them. Running from yellows and having his green life taken by Skizzleman had been a tiring experience for him.

He dozed off and snapped awake. His head lolled forwards before jerking back up, hitting the wall a couple of times. Y/n watched him with a raised brow, fighting back the weak yawn that rose in their throat.

“Tired, Tek?” They wondered, amused.

Tango groaned and wiped his eyes. He brought his legs up and nestled his head in his crossed arms, sighing heavily. A single eye peeked out to look at them. “No?”

His response caused a light chuckle out of Y/n, who shook their head fondly. “You can sleep, you know. Running away from all those yellow lives took a toll out of you, Tango.”

Tango shook his head. “And leave you watching over TIES tower alone? Nu-uh! It’d be rude to fall asleep before a guest!”

“I insist. You look horrible.”

Tango pouted, now facing Y/n. “Aww, how could you? Me, horrible? I didn’t think you were capable of insulting me, of all people!”

They let a fond smile slip on their lips, grinning when he yawned. “Maybe it’s the sleep getting to you. Maybe you’re imagining me insulting you.”

“Oh, now you’re gaslighting me? Shame on you. Shame!” Tango let out a few tired giggles before another yawn slipped off his mouth. “Or—yeah, maybe it is the sleep.”

“Go on then.”

Leaning his head back on the wall with crossed arms, Tango hummed. “But what if I stay up a bit longer with you? That sounds fun, right?”

Y/n thanked the night, as the lights remained off and Tango was unable to see their darkening face. But they knew Tango, and they knew that he knew.

“Yeah, sure, but if you do fall asleep, you’ll be awake enough to see me in the morning properly and not in the dark.”

Tango’s voice wavered tiredly. “And does it matter if I see you at all? What if I just want to—” a yawn cuts through his sentence ”—stay with you?”

Y/n smiled at him, watching as he dozed off once again.

“Then if you sleep, I’ll stay here with you.”

“That sounds nice too,” Tango said as his eyes drifted close. “Yeah. You’ll stay the night?”

“Just for you, Tango.”

Tango smiled, humming. His hum turned into light snores, before he was fully asleep. His head tilted forwards before Y/n caught it gently in their hand, guiding his head to lean on them. They watched Tango with a fondness, humming a quiet tune that echoed in the underground of the TIES tower.

They wouldn’t sleep that night, they decided. And maybe they wouldn’t sleep a few more nights for Tango Tek.

—PATCHWRK!

[nyxmisfortune]

Hermittober day 1-Frost 🍄💐🎃

Paring- Tangotek x reader

Warnings- I forgot it was almost October so I wrote this at 1 in the morning so it is probably poorly written and really short.

Summary- After your boyfriend's odd blue rebrand, you realize just how cold he’s become

Notes-WOOOO HERMITTOBER! I’ve never participated in an October-themed challenge, so this is fun:]. I hope you guys enjoy it!

It was a nice summer day, with a clear blue sky and warm weather. You were building today so you’re glad it isn’t too warm out. 

You grab your shulker box and go to head out when you see Tango. You hadn’t seen him since the start of the season when he happily declared to you his plans to change from his normal fiery self to a cold frosty citadel leader. 

You drop your shulker box and run over to hug him like you normally would but you’re shocked by a cold chill. “Jezzus!” You yell, letting go of Tango.

“Hm? Y/n? What’s wrong?” Tango asks. He turns around to look at you, stopping his building. 

“Why is your skin so cold!? It’s usually so warm!” You’re still in a state of shock when you ask this. Tango gestures vaguely to all the ice around him. You look at him for a bit. 

“......I’m not cuddling you tonight” You joke.

“Hey wait no! You can’t do that!”

[lunar-writes-things]

Powered By Redstone (And Love)

Pairing: C! Tangotek x reader, C!Solidarity Gaming x Reader, C! Tangotek x C!Solidarity Gaming

Summary: In which you dive into a death game and find love within it (And how to make fire-resistant shirts)

Genre: Fluff, pure heart-melting tooth-rotting fluff 

Words: 3.4k

Extra notes: This was based off of @lunarcrown's comic!!! Go check them out they are amazing and fuel my rancher duo needs <3 Also I looped 'Golden Hour' by JVKE while I wrote most of this so If you want ot listen to that while you read, feel free too!

Content warnings (If any): None

"Y/n!" Grian exclaimed. He was on his knees trying to beg you to join his new server and you sat declining

'Double Life' he called it

It was a death game, everyone knew that and even if your home server was FAR from nice, you at least had more than three lives to live. 

"Grian, if I join, then the number will be uneven. Do you have another person to make it even?"  You asked softly and brought Grian from off the ground 

"Well yes, but they haven't answered yet." Grian said, "They should answer before it starts though!" 

You let out a sigh and said "Fine. I'll Join." 

"Yes!" Grian said under his breath "I promise you won't regret it! You'll love it! There are thrills, guts, and glory!" 

"I'm sure it will be wonderful. Maybe I'll meet a life partner there. Who knows?" You entertained the avian but somewhere deep inside you actually hoped your words come true

=====

When the time came, you quickly walked out of your home server, it was mainly dead anyway but there were rumors that there would be an activity minimum for it, and into the new server. It was there where you were met with everyone else and you began to count

15... 

There were 15 people on the server including you. 

"Y/n!" Grian smiled and walked to you "You're the last one on!" 

"You said there wouldn't be an uneven number!" Y/n said and grabbed the avian by his shoulders and shook him 

"Mum- bo- could- n't- Jo- in-" Grian said as you shook him and soon escaped your grasps with a breath of relief 

"It'll be fine, Y/n." Scott came up to you "All it means is that the code will match one of us to an already existing couple." 

You lean into him with a pout and say "I hope I'm at least paired with you. I know literally no one else except for you and Grian." 

"You need to meet some new people." Scott said, "I mean, I see a pretty canary staring straight at you."

When Scott said that he dragged your eyes from his to another man. One who flushed a bright red once he realized he was caught looking at you and you held back a coo. With beautiful chocolate brown eyes shining in the sun, golden hair and wings fluttering and being ruffled with the wind, and the gorgeous flush across his face, you murmured 

"I wouldn't mind being paired with that cutie." 

"Our resident canary in a coal mine." Scott murmured "Jimmy's got this weird thing where he's the first out every season. Maybe you can change that." 

"I don't know. I think he's fine just the way he is. I mean I'm here for a good time not a long time." You winked at the cyan-haired male 

Soon their attention was directed to grian who explained what was going on and what would be happening and the group split their separate ways. 

Hours later, you were very grateful you came back to spawn to scope out some places to live because one minute you were walking under the spawn trees, and then next there was a sharp pain in your right side, ringing, and then it stopped. 

<Tango> was blown up by a creeper 

<Y/ndoesthings> died

<SolidarityGaming> died

When you opened your eyes, you were in a tree and there was a shrill voice going "WHAT HAPPENED TANGO?!" and a dull pain rushed into your ankle, someone must have jumped down from their tree

"Is Everyone okay?" You asked and saw both tango and Jimmy

"Oh! Hi! Hi- I'm so sorry!" He cried out and placed his face in his hands to hide 

"Take me through it, What- What's happened there?" Jimmy asked 

"There was some caving and then there might have been about seven zombies and a spider and- You're being butted!" Tango said, still atop one of the many trees at spawn. 

Jimmy was the one that jumped down and was currently holding his stomach from being headbutted by a stay goat. Tango jumped down and You followed his lead. Once you were down from your tree you went up to each of the boys and asked 

"Is everyone okay?" 

The two nodded in response and you used both of your hands to cup one of their cheeks, which is a touch they melted into. Once you let go, they continued with their conversation and You went to grab your things, which were thankfully only like 10 feet away. Once you came back, tango was apologizing again and Jimmy is pacing around. 

"All right, let's go meet up in a bit, I need to go grab my stuff before it despawns!" He said 

"I don't even know where I was!" Tango realized "I just lost everything, yeah- I have no idea where I was." 

"You two go and try to get your things back. If anything, come back here and I'll have extra supplies for you guys." Y/n spoke up and placed a gentle hand on both of their shoulders "I snagged a bunch of iron so don't worry for now. just try and grab your things." 

But your words were barely heard as the boys panicked and laughed. After a minute, Jimmy and Tango decided to head up on a tree for a better leverage point to look. You followed the two boys as they talked and made what they needed for a hiding spot in case they die again. 

Once they did that (and tango placed a stick in to claim it), Jimmy went his separate way and left Y/n and Tango together. 

"How are you feeling?" You asked softly 

"Guilty," Tango admitted and his shoulders slumped "this was the worst way to meet me- to meet us." 

"Maybe," You hummed gently and picked a stray Daisy and gave it to the man, the piping hot blaze rods burning brighter as Tango took it and flushed a pink "But we didn't have to find each other by running around like headless chickens and while we might be yellows now, I don't think I'd rather be yellow with anyone else." 

Tango made a flustered noise and You could help but find it so endearing. This man, who was at least a good two feet taller than you, was burning bright red, golden hair flickering as if it were going to burst into flames and smoke coming off his back. 

Actually, now that you looked at him you noticed he wore a tight-fitting black crop top (that did wonders for his lean figure hubba hubba-) that had dipped down into a point to connect and clip onto his black cargo pants with cuffs around his wrists and the top of his bicep but the ones around his wrists were loose and had short chains dangling from them. 

When you finally looked at his face, Ruby red eyes glittered with amusement and an open mouth smirked and showed off sharp canine teeth. 

"Like what you see?" He grinned and you swatted at him 

"Yeah, you look fine as hell," you winked and he laughed 

=====

Hours later, Jimmy came back with nothing and a disappointed face only to find out you had a chest full of items for him ready and to see that you and Tango were suited up in Iron gear. 

"What-" He said and You saw his shoulders sag "How-" 

"Check the chest Jimmy," You said and watched as he opened it 

Sunlight beamed onto his face, blinding him for a second. 

"My bad, probably a bad idea to face the opening of the chest to face where the sun is shining. It was supposed to be for dramatic effect though." Tango said and turned the chest away from the sun and spilled all the goods inside. Iron armor, a diamond pickaxe and sword, food, and small trinkets the two had piled up for Jimmy fell from the chest. 

"is- Is all this for me?" he asked softly and knelt to the ground and grabbed the sword with a shakey touch and his eyes shone with unshed tears "Why- You didn't have-" 

"We wanted to. It's not much but we hope you enjoy it." You smiled and kneeled in front of him "Most of it I already had in my inventory so..."

"Y/n actually put the whole chest together," Tango pointed out with a satisfied smirk, and watched as a bashful flush spread across their cheeks and to their ears "They thought of the idea and organized everything. I just added in two things you might've liked." 

"Would it be too early in our relationship to kiss you two?" Jimmy asked, eyes glittering like topaz with the sun shining its golden rays on his already sunkissed skin

"I wouldn't think so," You smiled and cupped his face with both of your hands to pull him into a gentle kiss, electricity burning through you when your lips brushed against his, Tango coming up beside you to steal Jimmy away for another soft kiss to his lips and to press a chaste one against yours. 

Jimmy tasted like bubblegum and Tango tasted like cinnamon.

You just found your two new favorite flavors. 

=====

A day or so later, the home you and Tango had been constructed and Jimmy had brought in cows and some other essential things needed. 

The three of you deemed yourself, The Ranchers.

A silly nickname but you can't bring yourself to protest as Jimmy and Tango have their hearts set on making a monopoly on getting some farm animals and how can you say no to your Ruby and Topaz? 

Your precious jewels...  Oh how you love them so. 

As the three of you took a break though, Jimmy asked about Tango's choice of shirt wear. 

He wore crop tops like there weren't any left in the world

And there wasn't anything wrong with it, in fact, both Jimmy and You had admitted to the man that you loved the fact that he showed off his lean and slender frame and his tummy in general. 

Although, there were multiple times where Jimmy has been extremely flustered at the sight of Tango.

Once, When tango was doing his redstone while you and Jimmy were watching, the blaze hybrid has asked for a comparator and while You were drooling over him, Jimmy grabbed a bucket and attempted to give it to the man. 

"Jimmy," Tango said as he perched his red goggles on his head "That's a bucket." 

With those words, The avian flushed a bright red and placed the bucket upside down on his head, and bolted having You and Tango run after him laughing and attempting to calm him down. 

He was wearing his favorite shirt then, just like he was now. 

"Powered by Redstone" 

That had to be one of Tango's favorite phrases, especially when he's planning out his next masterpiece for his other dimension. 

At least he thinks. 

He doesn't quite remember, no one does. He says it's blurry and that he knows he was working on some huge build that needs a lot of redstone and attention but he can't quite remember what. He barely remembers friendships and relationships from people except those that are in this game right now. 

The game was fun like that. it gives you an almost entirely blank slate, but it keeps important things and fears near your heart. 

But you never would have thought you'd find love in a death game.

Sure it had only been a few days and it may be the red string of fate connecting you two but it felt so real and You know you would do this a thousand times over if you'd be able to feel like this again in your home server. 

"yeah- Actually this shirt was once full length," Tango broke through your daze and you focus on him, He's gripping the bottom of his 'Powered by Redstone" crop, and a blaze rod is hovering over his shoulder when He says "But sometimes by blaze rods catch stuff and-" 

And The shirt was up in flames before fluttering to the floor, a pile of ashes that was once his favorite shirt. 

"AWWW MAN!" Tango whined as Jimmy looked away, face flushed the same shade as Tango's eyes and You oogled at the bare chest of Tango with a satisfied hum

But as much as you liked the show, You knew you'd have to talk with Jimmy later about this situation. Tango was already making a pout and sad noises escaped his lips. You couldn't bare to see the blaze hybrid like that. 

=====

Hours later, in the dead of night, You whispered to the Avian in his ear "Jimmy? My Darling Topaz? Are you up?" 

"Yes, my Love?" Jimmy groaned quietly and suddenly you were thankful, the both of them insisted you lay in the middle of your shared bed and that Tango sleeps like the dead "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine Topaz, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do something for our Ruby. I feel bad that he lost his favorite shirt." You whisper and pull him close enough so that your lips brush the shell of his ear. A shiver ran down his back and he nodded. 

"We could recreate his shirt again," Jimmy said and began to press soft kisses to your face "This time with a more durable fabric?" 

"That works," You hummed and cupped his face to press a soft kiss to his lips "We can talk more about it in the morning. I love you My amazing Topaz."  

"And I love you, My precious diamond." He whispered into your mouth, never stopping his gentle kisses and you couldn't help but melt into his touch 

The next day, You awoke to Jimmy and Tango holding you tightly and you sighed with contentment, how you wish you could stay here all day, but the gods of old had other plans. 

So you squirmed out of their arms, both shifting to hold each other and the pillow between them as if you were still there. You smiled and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast. Snagging some eggs from the chickens you guys are hoarding and carving some bacon off the carcass of a pig you slaughtered this morning, you made some bacon and egg and cut up some day-old bread for toast. 

Jimmy was the first one up of the boys and watched as Y/n plated the breakfast as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, a soft smile gracing his lips. 

"Good morning Topaz," You hummed and smiled at him before placing his plate on the table "Go eat, I'll wake up our ruby."

"You are the best," he said and pressed a kiss to your cheek "We can talk more about the shirt after breakfast when Tango goes out?" 

"Alright," You smiled and placed a gentle hand on his chest before pressing a kiss to his lips "Enjoy." 

You walked past him after he kissed back and went to wake up Tango. 

"My lovely Ruby," You whisper in his ear as you crawl on top of him to sit on his waist "Time to wake up Tango, I made breakfast." 

Tango groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. Twin red jewels stared back into your eyes as a smile graced Tango's lips and he pulled you down to smother you in kisses, laughs bubbled from your chest as you playfully fought from his grip. 

After a few seconds when he calmed down to just kisses, you heard his stomach rumble and he laughed. 

"I think that's my cue to eat the breakfast you made," He said and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to get off "Come, Topaz is waiting." 

"He's only waiting because you pulled me in to smother me!" You playfully whine out and allow him to drag you off the bed you share

After breakfast, Tango cleaned up the kitchen and Jimmy lit the fireplace. Y/n pulled Jimmy to dance with her while Tango cleaned and listened to their hushed giggles, They swayed in the warmth of their home, Jimmy humming into your ear as the sun dawned upon their home and the rooster crowed. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Tango watching from the kitchen with a gentle smile as he dried his hands and you beckoned him over. He and Jimmy switched spots and you swayed with Tango who whispered sweet words into your ears and eventually dragged Jimmy into the swaying, The three of you holding each other and talking softly. At least until Tango had to leave the house and You and Jimmy were left to your own devices. 

"Okay," Y/n murmured and caught Jimmy's attention, "I know where to find and how to get fire resistance clothing. Only thing is, I don't know how to sew words." 

"I can do that part," Jimmy said "It should be just like weaving a nest. Plus, my mom taught me how before I left her home." 

"Perfect," You grinned at him "You are so great Jimmy." 

A wobbly smile spread across his face as he flushed and covered his face with his hands. "You're too nice to me." He groaned softly which elicited a laugh from you 

"No such thing as ever too nice. Now, let's get Tango's present together." You smile and hold out your hand to him 

=====

Hours later, Tango came home calling out to the two who sat in the living room that he was going to take a shower and then probably nap. You and Jimmy sat on a rocking chair, you on Jimmy's lap reading and Jimmy rocking the chair, humming and peacefully stretching the words 'Powered by Redstone' into the shirt. 

"Hey, Jimmy!" Tango's voice called out but the two were in their own world "Do you know where-" 

Tango trailed off as he peeked into the living room and almost melted at the sight of his two lovers sitting together, his gems...

His home

A soft gasp snapped Tango out of his stupor and bring his gaze back to his partners. You were clutching something to your chest and using your body to hide it while jimmy tried to cover you and himself with his wings while exclaiming "Wait no! Wait! Don't look! It's not done!" 

"Aww," Tango cooed and stepped closer to you and Jimmy "What is it?" 

With a deep sigh, Jimmy unfurled his wings and showed you. You held out the shirt with a bashful expression while Jimmy explained "You were so sad after your favorite shirt got destroyed. So we thought we'd make you a new one." 

Tango looked taken aback and turned red and you and jimmy immediately panicked. 

"Oh god, you hate it!" You frowned and fiddled with your hands "I'm sorry, this was my idea and it was such a bad-" 

"I don't know why I thought-" Jimmy cut himself off as he pouted and began to cover himself with his wings, an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks "I'm not even that good-" 

This time Taango cut off Jimmy by lifting you up and kissing you... hard. Hard enough that you were dazed and had to stumble to another couch. Tango pulled Jimmy up by the collar of his shirt and kissed him with the same passion he kissed you with. Now that you were less dazed, you saw smoke rising from Tango's back in curls that looked like hearts and his red flush was still there and Jimmy's wings were flapping like crazy once he realized what was happening. 

When he pulled away from Jimmy, He kept the avian close, his left arm wrapping around Jimmy's waist. "Come here Y/n," Tango whispered and you obliged 

When you came close enough, he pulled you closer and wrapped his free arm around your waist, and pressed another kiss to your lips. You melted into his touch and leaned your forehead into the crook of his neck while he whispered

"I love it. It means so much to me that you two did this." He pressed a gentle kiss to yours and Jimmy's foreheads before continuing "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." 

[jellymona]

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Hi! my name is Mona and i write for Hermitcraft, EmpiresSmp, Life series,

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PAIRING: Demon!Tangotek x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: You thought it was a joke. A goof. A funny ‘ha-ha’ story to tell to your friends later- how you tried to summon a demon. However, things haven’t exactly gone to plan, and now you’re stuck trying to send a resident to hell back to where he belongs. Too bad that he’s decided that’s wherever you are.

WARNINGS: Language, body horror, demonic imagery, blood and injury, self-mutilation/self-harm (as part of a ritual), fire, implied/referenced murder

A/N: Hey there demon(s), it’s me, ya boi. I lowkey may have stayed up past midnight to get this out on time, but we’re not going to talk about that!!! I had a lot of fun with this fic, and I really think it shows. Enjoy!

The chalk slid smoothly over the kitchen tile, the soft, rasping sound that it elicited filling your ears. Dust as black as pitch already coated your palms, the pads of your fingers, your skin- smeared shapes like the handprints of an absent-minded artist.

An intricate pattern of concentric circles, squares, and lines spread like flowering nightshade from where you were, kneeling in the center. They, too, were as dark as if they had been burnt into the ceramic; the loose powder surrounding the thick, confident marks looked like ashes.

Sitting back on your heels, you inspected your work with a critical eye. A hundred bucks was a hundred bucks, and if you didn’t at least try one of the spells in the old, creepy grimoire you’d found in the attic, you weren’t getting a cent.

Actually, in that case, you’d be getting negative cents. 

You’d like to think that you were a reasonable, well-adjusted person. You’d finished college and gotten your degree, you worked a six hour shift at the local bookstore, and you put in an effort to keep in touch with your friends.

Which is why summoning a demon was somewhat uncharacteristic for you.

Your college roommate had invited you to hang out at their house last weekend, and of course, you’d accepted. They, a couple of their buddies they’d brought along, and you started drinking. You got buzzed. Then, naturally, you all started talking about random shit.

Of course, that random shit included all the weird and probably-cursed cult paraphernalia that had been left behind in the house that you’d moved into.

Your roommate had dared you, words almost slurred beyond comprehension, to try out one of the spells you’d found. At this point, you were nearing the point where you were starting to black out; your brain was starting to shut down, but your body got all ‘eye of the tiger’ and soldiered on.

So, like a dumbass, you agreed.

And bet one hundred dollars on it.

(To be fair, you never said you were smart. Just reasonable.)

You honestly felt quite silly standing there in the middle of your kitchen, staring down at the dark symbols you’d copied with a painstaking hand. Although you’d fully committed to winning this stupid bet after five days of twiddling your thumbs, you’d underestimated the amount of time it’d taken to get through the ritual. You’d started at around seven thirty, and it was now almost one.  

In your defense, the book wasn’t easy to read. Most of it was in some strange, latin-like script that hurt your eyes if you stared at it too long; words slithered across the paper like rattlesnakes if your gaze unfocused for even a moment.

Luckily for you, however, you had ignored the ominous thoughts in the back of your head that begged you to stop now before it was too late and managed to reach the final step in your handy dandy ‘how-to-summon-a-demon-for-dummies’ guide. Hooray!

All that was left was the sacrifice.

Stepping back, careful not the smudge the chalk lines that were already starting to flake from the combined force of the AC system and the vibrations of your footfalls, you crossed over the salt circle that enclosed the whole shabang.

Tea candles- those little ones that you buy in bulk to put in Jack O’ Lanterns- flickered ominously, crackling and spitting not dissimilarly from oil in a pan. You had dimmed all sources of light beyond those candles and the nightlights plugged into the wall, so the flames cast eerie, dancing shadows all over the room.

You grimaced, regarding the kitchen knife placed on the counter next to you. The blade gleamed red and gold, flashing as you delicately picked it up.

The sight of blood wasn’t new to you, nor did it freak you out, but drawing it from yourself was an entirely different matter from the times you’d fallen and scraped your knees as a kid. It was different when you were doing it- when you were drawing blood from yourself intentionally. It made something underneath your skin writhe with discomfort.

Steadying your grip as much as you could, and ignoring the slight tremor in your hand, you pressed the point of the knife to the meat of your thigh. You’d read somewhere that the fattier parts of the body the better regarding pain- and you weren’t about to stab yourself in the ass.

You gritted your teeth as you drew the blade across your skin. A part of you wanted to shut your eyes and look away, but the more logical side commanded you to pay attention despite the sharp, stinging pain. 

Despite the shallowness of the cut, it was already bleeding profusely. Rivulets of thick, coppery liquid already ran down your leg, dripping down onto the flat of your bare foot. In the low light, your blood almost looked as black as the chalk still coating your palms. The air filled with the faint scent of metal and salt. 

Hastily, you set the knife down with a clatter. Pressing your fingers to the wound, you hissed at the sparks of pain that erupted from the contact. Blood mixed with the powder on your hands, coagulating into a sludgey mess that clung to your skin.

You flicked some of the mixture off of your hands and into the circle, pursing your lips to soften your disgust. The book had never specified how much of your blood should be used, and although you really wanted to win the bet, you weren’t about to sacrifice a pint to a ritual that might not even work.

A mix between a groan and a gag tore itself from your throat as you pressed a palm flat to your wound, watching more blood begin to drip from the gaps in between your fingers. With your other hand, you reached blindly for the tape and gauze that you’d set aside specifically for this moment, tearing a thick wad of the stuff off with your teeth and messily taping it to your thigh.

It wasn’t really sanitary, but then again, it wasn’t as if anything else you were doing was.

Fumbling with the book, you winced as you smeared chalky blood over the pages- staining the fragile paper with black-grey-red fingerprints. You flipped through the pages somewhat frantically, muttering curses to yourself as pain once again twinged through your leg. After a tense moment, you exclaimed softly to yourself.

You’d highlighted the incantation to summon the demon, and the garish yellow-green pigment now glared up at you from the page. The book must’ve been made with parchment or something, because the color was soft and fragmented at the edges unlike the clean, hard cut of highlighter on printer paper.

Clearing your throat, you ignored the way the letters slipped in and out of focus, mirage-like, and began to read.

“Primo ad nonum daemones,” you incanted, nearly choking as the syllables ran like water from your mouth, “vocationem meam audite et attendite.”

Immediately, the guttering tea candles stilled. Every dancing flame went straight and tall, burning white-hot. The dimmed lights buzzed, and an electrical hum seemed to fill the air. Your stomach swooped- the same sensation that one would beget standing at a precipice. 

“ Sanguis meus gratis inferis datus est, et mihi paciscor.”

When did it get so cold? Your skin was chilled and damp with sweat, breath stuttering in your lungs from the shiver that wracked your body. The low hum that filled the back of your mind seemed to intensify. Static was all you could hear.

The voices whispering in your ear shrieked soundlessly, then disappeared.

“Caro mea velamen tollit, ossa mea signaculum portant, et anima- et anima mea ligat.”

Each word that escaped from your mouth burned your tongue like a firebrand, each more painful than the last. You felt like you were choking on your own blood as you spat out the last syllable, shuddering uncontrollably.

At some point, you had dropped the book. It was burning, delicate paper and dark leather cover flaking into ashes.

You couldn’t move, could hardly breathe; With each passing moment the pressure inside your chest increased, like someone had gripped your heart and decided to squeeze. Distantly, you recognized that your limbs were trembling.

“Quod fit non recipi.”

The lights cut out, and, like a great exhale of breath, the candles extinguished.

Shit.

For a few heartbeats, the only sound was your ragged breathing. Then, something shuffled in front of you. Something hard and sharp slid across the tile, sounding an awful lot like the knife still resting on the countertop. 

Freezing, you felt your heart began to beat faster, hammering at your ribcage. Even your chest stilled, and you swallowed thickly to suppress a whimper. It smelled like a nauseating mix of sulfur and your own blood.

“Well,” a masculine voice murmured, tone colored with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “It’s certainly been a long time since someone’s had the guts to summon me.”

In a blink, the lights were reignited. However, instead of the warm, yellow hues that you’d been familiar with your entire life, they were blue. The tall, still flames that rose from the candlewick looked like they’d been carved out of luminous blue ice, hardly seeming to move.

You’d be more awed by it if you weren’t distracted by the dark figure standing in the center of the ritual circle.

It wasn’t very big- only a few inches taller than you, if you had to guess, and shaped like a person; two legs, two arms, and a head attached to a torso. However, everything about it was off. 

It’s arms were too long, fingers tipped with glossy claws brushing the sides of its knees. It’s legs were longer at the ankle, forcing it to balance on its toes. It’s proportions were too different- like a poorly made puppet.

Every movement, from the tilt of its head to the roll of its shoulders was too smooth, too easy. Like there was no muscles, no internal structure to add resistance. You couldn’t contain your gasp as it’s neck made a horrendous, wet crack, spinning well past the limits of the human body to survey the room.

A long, black tail snaked out from behind it, pooling to the floor. Shards of what looked like volcanic glass were embedded in its forehead in the mockery of a crown, dripping with black and red blood. Similar pieces were buried in its spine and shoulders, bristling like spines.

“Shit,” you murmured.

With another snap, its head spun back around.

The demon’s face was pale, almost bloodless, and you could see the spiderweb of blue-black veins that ran below the surface. Pitch black holes were nested where its eyes should be, white, cat-like pupils narrowed in on your trembling figure. It grinned as you made eye contact, running a blue tongue over- what the hell, how many teeth does this guy have?!

If you squinted, it would almost look human. A spiky, aggressively emo human- but a human nonetheless. However, since you had somewhat of a sense of self-preservation, you weren’t doing that. No- you were wide-eyed and gaping, glued to the floor as you stared at the monstrosity before you.

“Excuse me,” it chirped, looking far too smug for its friendly tone to be genuine. “You summoned me, didn’t you?”

You blinked down at what remained of the grimoire. “... I guess.”

It grinned brilliantly, still with too many needle-like teeth. “Excellent!”

Then, it stepped over the salt circle. You hardly had time to squawk before it had seized your chin in its hands, turning your face this way and that as it inspected you. You would’ve pulled away, but the brush of the demon’s talons against the delicate skin of your throat was enough to have you falling still.

Every piece of media about demons you’d ever seen were different, but one thing seemed to largely hold the same: they couldn’t cross salt circles. It was one of the only effective ways to trap them, besides silver mirrors and maybe not summoning them in the first place- at least, according to what you’ve seen.

And then this asshole goes and dropkicks that knowledge into the fucking sun.

“Oooh,” it hummed, gaze calculating. “You’re a looker, aren’t you.”

It glanced down towards the hasty bandage job you’d done, a sly smile playing on its lips. It reached down, either oblivious to or ambivalent to your protests, and ran a finger through the still-drying blood.

Licking its hand clean, it’s pupils flared, growing to the size of nickels. “Tasty, too.”

Regaining your nerve, you shoved it away, stumbling back. It watched you go with an almost disappointed (?) expression, folding its arms across its chest. You finally stopped when your back hit a wall, refusing to take your gaze off the creature in front of you.

“... What the hell,” you managed to croak out. Was this shock? Were you going into shock?

The demon smirked. You were really starting to hate it when it did that.

“Indeed.”

Picking up the knife you’d set on the counter, it toyed with blade, whetting it against its talons. It paused, looking at it contemplatively, before rolling its eyes back to you.

“You’re new to this, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t a question.

Hesitantly, you nodded. While you were seriously regretting your decision to summon a demon of all things instead of, like, one of the easier spells, you didn’t see a point in lying to it about that. As far as you knew, magic wasn’t real up until two minutes ago.

The demon sighed. “Alrighty then. I thought you would be- it makes more sense.

“So, this is how this thing works. You ask for something- I don’t know, you want some guy who crossed you to mysteriously disappear, endless riches, fame and beauty- and I make it happen!”

It’s eyes gleamed red. “For a price, of course.”

Despite your fear, you deadpanned. The last thing you were doing was signing a deal with the devil. “No, thank you.”

“You don’t have a choice,” it countered. “You summoned me. I can’t return back to my realm until our, ah… business is complete.”

You threw your hands up. “Well, I’m not selling my soul or whatever else a creature of darkness would want!”

The demon pouted, looking almost offended for a moment. You didn’t trust it. “Hey- rude. Depending on the boon, I would only ask for, like, your childhood memories. Maybe your firstborn?”

“This is not helping your argument,” you sighed, glaring at it hollowly. It stared at you, grin melting until its expression was blank and unreadable. It’s tail lashed, slashing bluntly at the floor.

“If you don’t make a deal, I’m stuck here with you,” it cautioned once more.

You bared your teeth at it. “Fuck. You.”

It blinked, and for a moment you thought that this was it, you were going to die. Your last moments would be spent with a creature that wanted your soul for nefarious purposes, you would never get those hundred dollars-

The demon laughed, nearly doubling in on itself from the force. After a few seconds it looked back up at you, wiping a tear from its eye that sizzed as it hit the floor. In a blink, it was in front of you, staring at you with blown pupils. 

“You’re delightful,” it whispered, sounding awfully delighted itself. “This is going to be so much fun.”

You blanched as it took your hands in its own, flipping over one to press a sharp kiss to your inner wrist. The demon grinned up at you, sly.

“Good luck getting rid of me now, angel. I’ll have your soul whether you want me two or not.”

It stood up, lengthening the spine until it towered over you. Its pupils burned in the shadows cast across its face, exactly the same as the flames at its back.

“The name’s Tango, sweetheart. You won’t forget it.”

There’s no turning back now for you- you were his. Tango would make sure of it.

@blufr0st​ @itsonlydana​ @amearla​ @bapthadapper​ @redactedsouls​ @sina-the-idiot @icarusthefoolish @blockyshieldmaiden  

[prianya]

Yooo glad to see u writing again! Could u do a Tango x reader where the reader is like the oposite of Tango? They are very calm and just chill to be with and often keeps their eyes closed. But when they get mad, they open their eyes just a smidge but u know its about to get bad but Tango is always like "omg my bb" or something

Shattered Terracotta

Tango x Reader ▪︎ Romantic

Word Count ▪︎ 531 words

Summary ▪︎ As much as you were patient, you couldn't help but get upset sometimes. This time, it's because your husband and his friends keep breaking things.

Note ▪︎ I hope I did this request justice, I struggled a little bit with this one. I hope you enjoy!

You and Tango have been partners for years, having met when he joined for a day season 2. You met briefly when he came onto the server to help Mumbo with the Iron Foundry, and it had been like love at first sight. When the two of you talked for the first time, something in you told you that he was the one.

Ever since then, the two of you spent time together constantly, never being able to stat away from eachother for long. You were Tango's opposite, but you were undoubtedly his other half. You got married late in season 4, and at the beginning of season 5, you built a base together. That's been your routine for every season, and you've never lived in separate bases since.

Sharing a base has come with a bit of difficulty, though. Most of it was the fact that you're an extremely light sleeper, and Tango snores very loudly. Sometimes, though, the problem is the friends that Tango invites. Namely, Bdubs and Impulse. As polite at the two try to be, every time they come into your house something ends up broken, and this time was no different.

From the kitchen, you hear the three of them enter, with Tango calling out a short greeting. The trio pass the entrance to the kitchen, Bdubs smiling and Impulse waving at you before he passes. They end up in the living room, judging from the sound coming from the back wall of the kitchen.

It only takes a few minutes before you hear the telltale sound of breaking glass, and you heave out an annoyed sigh. Your day already hadn't been the best, and paired with this, it pushed ypu over the edge. You make your way to the living room, and stare down the two of them with a scowl.

"What did you do?" you hiss at them, and they all start to speak at the same time to explain themselves.

"Well, it was an accident!" Tango offers up and you roll your eyes.

"It's always an accident, but then you still break my plant pots," you say in exasperation. You glare at the three, two of which immediately freeze at the look on your face. Tango just smiles sweetly at you, swooning slightly as he wraps his arms around your waist and blocks the other two from your sight.

"I'm sorry, love," Tango says, and then kisses you sweetly. You almost decide to forgive him before you realize what he's doing.

"Pretty names and kisses won't save you, Tango," You say as you pull back from his arms.

He sighs, "I really thought that would work." You look at the other two, who smile sheepishly when they notice your eyes on them.

"All three of you go make me new flower pots," you tell them as you begin to gather the shards of terracotta into your hands. The three immediately start to do so, leaving you in the living room with sore eyes and dirt on the floor. As you sweep up the dirt, you think, What am I gonna do with them?

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

Thanks!! Could u do a team rancher x dsmp reader where, during the hermitcraft and empires crossover, the reader somehow ends up in either empires or hermitcraft and sees Jimmy and Tango and remembers them from double life (the three of them were soulmates)

A little bit of angst/comfort where reader doesnt want to go back to the dsmp but they have to because dream has them on a wanted poster and he would travel through worlds and destroy them just to find reader and they dont want hermitcraft or empires getting destroyed because of them

CAN I JUST SAY OKAY.... Ranchers are the love of my life. I love them so deeply. I never watched jimmys pov of anything before double life. They got a grasp on me man..

Warnings: Angst, no happy ending and mentions of DSMP which is a horror in itself lol

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The last thing you remembered was the stinging sensation of withering, as you hid in a closed off room in a nether fortress, trying to not die. Then there was purple, and then nothing. It didn’t explain what was happening, but it wasn’t that long since you had entered a new SMP and you knew what that felt like, so you instinctively knew that when you awoke you were somewhere else. In a new world. Truth be told, the revelation came as a welcomed surprise. The DSMP was a hard place and it had never really suited you all that well. Your soul was too soft for it, many had told you. That’s why all your friends and family had been surprised when you had accepted the invitation to the double life server. Although it was more lighthearted than the DSMP, it was still known for violence and bloodshed. You’d never tell them, but you’d give anything to leave the DSMP. You didn’t care what server had invited you, it didn’t matter what double life was, you took the invite in a heartbeat. Turns out double life had been the best experience of your life too. You’d buried the feelings of why, never telling anyone on the DSMP that you’d fallen in love. The server didn’t allow for such weakness, so you buried it all.

You’re in some kind of cave when your mind comes to. It has a bunch of things you’re not entirely sure what are, and to your surprise it also has Grian. You’d known him for a long time, which was originally the reason you had been invited to double life. That’s when you knew where you were. If Grian was here it had to be the server he usually frequented, which was hermitcraft. He was just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. “How.. Am I here?” You had asked him, puzzled. This type of cross server travel was something you’d simply never heard of. The only way to usually go to any other server was through your communicator and only by getting an invite. He walked over to hug you, smiling. You tensed, not being used to positive physical contact. When he pulled away he still had a big smile on his face. “I can’t believe you’re somehow here! I thought the rift was just between hermitcraft and Empires.” He explained, and you raised an eyebrow at his lack of a real explanation. “The rift?” You enquired.

“I accidentally created a rift between servers. I don’t really know how, but I am glad you’re here. This is cool.” He was clearly excited about it, but you were worried. “How do I get back, Grian?” You knew your disappearance would not go over well in your own world. Both because your friends and family would miss you, but also because you knew the lengths Dream would go to just to make sure you stayed chained to your own world. Everyone had their part to play in his schemes, and you were sure your disappearance would somehow ruin his plans and make him go ballistic. Grian looked sad and dejected at the prospect of you not staying, but you had to go. You knew it would only cause trouble if you didn’t. “You can go back and forth through the rift, as long as it stays open. But hey, stay for just a little bit, won’t you? Just to see the server- I could show you so many things!” Once again he seemed excited at the prospect of you staying, just a little bit. 

Maybe a few hours wouldn’t hurt. There was no way that he would notice you gone until later. He wouldn’t even have to know that you’d left. You already knew it was a yes. The temptation of a couple hours of peace and happiness was all too much, and the question had never even been real. Of course you would stay. Grian didn’t even really need to convince you, nodding your head as he grabbed you once again and unfolded his large wings to carry you out of the apparent cave you were in. 

You had fun for a bit, examining Grians base with him. He was about to move on to show what his neighbor, Mumbo, had been working on when his communicator went off a couple of times. He excused himself for a second, checking it with wide eyes. “Wait here, I have to go do something.” He said, about to take flight when you grabbed his arm in panic, surprising both of you. Grian knew you were jumpy, but not this much. He was aware of the changes that the DSMP had done to you, and you had both discussed it in double life. It was hard to deny it with Grian, he had known you before you joined. He knew the person you were before that server changed you completely. He understood why the thought of him leaving you alone was so frightening to you. “I’ll drop you off with someone you know, I promise.” He settled on, and although you were uncomfortable with the idea, you didn’t want to burden him so you nodded, as he once again picked you up to take you somewhere. 

So when he dropped you off with the nearest person, who happened to be Scar, you were even less comfortable. You’d grown to like Scar over the season you had with him but you knew he was not a person equipped to babysit you. It was no surprise that as soon as Grian left Scar first dragged you around his park, but then when that ran out of interest for him you were getting dragged all over the server. Then, somewhere along the way you lost Scar. It was bound to happen with him flying around. He couldn’t carry you like Grian could. For a while you stood still, but it didn’t look like Scar was even looking for you or backtracking. So you decided to start walking, deeply on edge. Then you spotted a structure.

It stopped you in your tracks as you had to decide between trying to get help or finding your way back. After an inner battle, you decided to approach the building. It was black with blue and purple accents, and it was quite beautiful. Everything on this server had been so stunning. Coming from the DSMP it left you speechless sometimes. The only person on the DSMP who ever made anything this substantial was Foolish, and you’d never had the time to simply appreciate his builds. Walking so you were stood right in front of it, you tried to build up the courage to explore it to find help, but you just kept having that feeling in your stomach and the inability to make your legs move. 

But you didn’t need to, as voices started to approach behind you from the treeline. It was starting to get dark out, so it made sense that someone would be coming home at this point, but your brain didn’t register anything except the fact that there were people coming for you. And in a panic, you unsheathe the sword you had borrowed from Grian, turning around quickly in a stance ready to fight as the two people become visible to you, and you to them. And they both stop in their tracks, the cheerful chattering coming to a halt at seeing you. But it’s not fear or surprise on their face, it’s faces of recognition. And the same look comes to your face, as your panic fades completely and warmth crawls up your body and into your cheeks. 

They both shout your name, running towards you, Tango embracing you first and then Jimmy enclosing you both in his arms. “T-tango, J-jimmy.” You say their names shakily, somehow against your own will. It’s like a deep hidden need or urge to say them. The things you did together, the feelings both of them drew from you, it all comes back to you right then and there. Why couldn’t you have stayed in double life forever, with those two? It was cruel, but beautiful. Something in your mind couldn’t stop you from thinking it was fate, that maybe if you were lucky, you would continue to run into them like this. That maybe something would happen, and you could have this forever. But you were not that naive.

Jimmy pulled away, but left his hands on Tangos back. Tango didn’t completely pull away, but he did pull back to grab your face in one hand, tilting it up so he could look at you. His face had a beautiful smile painted on it, but you could see that his eyes were a little wet. Looking towards Jimmy, you almost burst out laughing, seeing him fully sobbing. "Hey! Don’t laugh at me.” He said, covering his face in embarrassment and then wiping his tears away. It was honestly just.. It was a lot, and keeping your tears in yourself had been hard so you couldn’t really pick on him too much. “It was a lot today, seeing both Tango and you for the first time in a while, okay!” He explained, as Tango continued to laugh deep from within his stomach. Feeling his body again, feeling the rumble of his voice leaving his chest, it was beyond any other feeling in the world. You missed it. You had missed it so, so much.

You somehow ended up on a couch after talking for hours, Tango on his stomach against you, both of you once again trapped inside Jimmys’ arms as he laid on his side next to you. He had the longest arms, you’d learned, and so he was always left on big spoon and outer layer cuddle-pile duty. It was hard to feel bad for him, as he looked so content. If you kept playing with his hair, you were convinced you could make him fall asleep. It was something you’d have to test, to be sure. Tango wouldn’t stop turning his head to look up at you, his goofy smile constantly glued to his face. It was perfect. You don’t know which god was playing with you. Giving you this taste of heaven, when you knew it could never last forever. all you would ever get was a little taste, you could never really have the full experience. It would just leave you with a craving that would never be satisfied.

And with Grian and Scar suddenly shouting your name from somewhere outside Tangos’ base, you knew it was time. Jimmy seemed to be pulled out of his half-asleep state, and Tango followed suit, sitting up. You heard Grian calling your name again, this time closer. There was a silence as you all looked between each other, Tango and Jimmy both knowing the look in your eyes. They both knew that look all too well. From when you all lost your first life to the last one, they’d seen it. The eyebrows that pulled upwards and the eyes that glossed over. You were saying ‘I’m sorry’ again. And they knew you were going to leave. 

Desperately, Jimmy latched onto your arms. “No, don’t leave us again. Stay. Just-you can stay! You can stay for as long as I can, right? Tango? They can stay-” You cut him off, knowing you would break if you let him ramble on for any longer and also for his own sake. You knew he would just keep spiraling. “I have to go, Jimmy. Everyone from your world is onboard with you being here but.. I can’t stay. The people from my server wouldn’t..” You stopped to choose your words carefully. You didn’t want Tango and Jimmy to know. You didn’t want them to worry. They didn’t need to know what the DSMP was actually like, it would only hurt them to know. 

“They wouldn’t get it. They would.. Miss me." It wasn’t entirely true, yet not entirely false either. You’re sure Dream would miss whatever plans he had for you, and you’re sure he would tear the entire universe apart to find you. That was more fun, anyways. You don’t know what his intentions are or what plans he has for you, but you’re sure tormenting you and bringing you back on your knees is more fun to him than making a new plan. And you don’t want to test him. You know what the man is capable of. Maybe if you let him take your last two lives, as he had taken the first, you could escape. But even in death Wilbur couldn’t, so you were not hopeful in that regard. You only feared to think what your purgatory would be like. No, instead you would return home. Keep going in the hopes of once again getting to hear Jimmy and Tango laugh.

Tango was taking it well, all things considered. You could tell he was sad, but he at least understood where you were coming from. Jimmy on the other hand was just looking between you and Tango, mad at you for letting yourself leave and mad at Tango for letting you leave. But he sighed, sinking back into the couch and away from you. He looked back up at you in defeat as you heard Grian and Scar call for Tango. You leaned in, putting an ascetic and fast kiss to Jimmys’ lips before taking Tangos’ hand and walking down stairs together. You and Tango both knew that Jimmy would not be able to let you go if he went with you, and Jimmy must have known too as he abstained from following you but simply sat there with tears starting to form in his eyes. 

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay. It was getting dark and I was worried, I knew I shouldn’t have left you with Scar.” Grian rambled as he ran towards you and hugged you as soon as you and Tango came into his vision. You looked behind him, seeing a very relieved and apologetic Scar waving at you. “I definitely don’t plan on letting Scar babysit my kids.” You said, putting up a joking demeanor to block the pain that was building up inside you. Grian let go of you, stepping back. “I’m sorry it took so long, are you ready to go?” Grian asked, and you grabbed Tangos’ hand. His eyes were glossy and slightly red, but he wasn’t crying. He must have been holding it back well, just like you were. Putting the other hand on his cheek, he copied you and laid his hand on yours and you leaned up to give him a deep and final kiss, which was the goodbye between you two before you parted. 

Grian and Scar were looking at you in surprise as you separated, starting to walk away and when they regained their composure, they followed suit silently, ready to lead you back to the rift. To most, this had just been a fun little game with the idea of soulmates. But to you and your ranchers it had been real, it had meant everything. You just hoped it would not be the last time you ever got to see them.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Hermitcraft Masterlist (Part 2)

Masterlist Part 1 There you can find - Grian, Mumbo, Iskall, Doc, Ren, Cub, Cleo and xB

If you want to request please go here Other SMP Masterlist

Here is a key to the different symbols used. * Romance (sometimes fluff sometimes not) ^ Yandere, ! Angst, & Hybrid, + AU, × Platonic, // Traffic SMP's, each post will have individual warnings as well.

Bdubs

Lazy Day - Drabble * Going On A Date - Headcanons * Late - Drabble * Pranking Partner - Oneshot * Being With Yan!Bdubs - Headcanons * ^ Sleepy Bdubs - Headcanons * For His Viewing Pleasure - Drabble ^ ! & Autumn With - Headcanons *

Scar

Going On A Date - Drabble * Under The Mistletoe - Drabble * Going On A Date - Headcanons * In Love With The Enemy - Oneshot ! // A Sacrifice Worth Making - Drabble * // An Offer You Can't Refuse - Oneshot & Pay For Help - Oneshot * ! Being With Yan!Scar - Headcanons * ^ Being Comforted - Headcanons * Corrupt - Oneshot * ^ Little Things - Drabble * Dating - Headcanons * Sales Tactic - Oneshot * Autumn With - Headcanons *

Impulse

Dating - Headcanons * Fairytale Evening - Oneshot * Comfortable Silence - Drabble * Being With Mooner!Impulse - Headcanons * Surprise! - Drabble * At Long Last - Oneshot * Forever - Oneshot * & Falling - Oneshot * (Fic 100!) Autumn With - Headcanons *

Tango

I Never Thought Of That - Drabble * Dating - Headcanons * Someone To Celebrate With - Drabble * No Other Way - Drabble * ! Surprise Date - Oneshot * Reunited - Oneshot *

Zedaph

The Wrong Button - Drabble It'll Be Okay - Drabble * Spending Time With - Headcanons * Dating - Headcanons * Love Potion - Drabble * Being Married To - Headcanons * Trophies - Oneshot * Elytra Racing Finals - Oneshot *

Gem

Being Comforted - Headcanons * Finish It Together - Drabble *

Pearl

A Different Perspective - Drabble Autumn With - Headcanons *

Xisuma

Dating - Headcanons * ! Being Comforted - Headcanons * A Bit Of Fun - Drabble ! Oblivious - Drabble * ! Stressed Out - Drabble * Sneaking And Spooking - Drabble * Troublesome Visitor - Oneshot * ! Being With Yan!Xisuma - Headcanons ^ ! + Pet Names - Drabble * "I'm Here For You" - Drabble * Flight Mishap - Oneshot *

Skizz

Working Late - Drabble *

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How To Wake A Sleeping Dungeon Master? With A Kiss!

Summary: When going on a shopping spree by the Shopping District, you found TangoTek, sleeping inside a small glass dome right outside of the Entity. In fairytales, Sleeping Beauty were woken up with a kiss, right? You wonder if it'll work the same with him..

Word Count: 951 words

Genre: Romantic

Author's Note: I write this on transport with super speed I hope I didn't make too much mistakes.

The shopping district in every season always has its own charm. Things happen; unexpected, pleasant things that can earn some laughter from you and your peers.

Massive, absolutely stunning buildings, stacks and stacks of materials sold for diamonds, you were just spending some of your diamonds in exchange for materials for your current project. What you didn't expect when walking through the pathway, is to find a certain Dungeon Master of the Frozen Citadel, sleeping right outside of the Entity with protective glass casing around him.

Well this is certainly new.

Curiously, you stride over to his caged, sleeping body before peeking at the sign placed outside. Reading the signature at the bottom, you couldn't help but let out a small snicker. Of course it's Zedaph and Grian's doing— Who else would do something so bizarre?

Turning back to Tango's sleeping position, you kneeled just across from him. He was seated against one of the nearby rock of the Entity, his back slumped against the dark material and his head hung low.

It would sound creepy but you find him in this situation to be somewhat adorable.

You've always seen the Dungeon Master working. Even when he's having fun, he always looks at the technical view of things to make the most optimal outcome. He's always.. Full of spirit.

Not that you hate that fact! You love that he's really enthusiastic with anything he do, you just, have never seen him this calm before.

He stirred slightly, you noticed. You thought he was about to wake up but it seems like he was just trying to position himself better. Of course, sitting in that position— In that small space, must be uncomfortable.

So you tear down the glasses that were surrounding him. Changing it to wool as you spared some that you had just purchased from Beef's shop nearby. It's unfortunate that you can't change the grass block underneath him; but at least grass blocks aren't that uncomfortable to sleep on.

After building new walls for him to rest in, you carefully move his body to a laying down position. Keyword here is carefully. You've never been this close nor touch him this way before, you're absolutely nervous to the point that you're sure you could've wake him up just with the sound of your heartbeat.

Cradling his neck and holding his back, you let him lay on the grass block below softly. You were too focused on trying to keep him comfortable that when you finished, you didn't realize how close you actually are.

His sleeping face is just a few inches away from you. Sure his head may be hung low, but you can still feel and see small puffs of breath coming from him. You feel lucky that his body is cold because yours are absolutely burning right now.

You were so caught up in being so close in proximity to him that you just ended up leaning in and kissing the corner of his lips.

It was just a quick peck— Nothing more. You wouldn't want to accidentally wake him up because you kissed him! No no, that would be dangerous.

But as you pull away, you can't help but sigh and lightly touch your lips. It's cold, his lips are cold to the touch. You suppose that's the thing that came with being the Lord of a Frozen kingdom.

Well you suppose that's enough of embarrassing yourself in front of your sleeping crush! Immediately pulling yourself up away from Tango, you pull out the wool blanket that you quickly put up and cover him with it. Hoping it'll provide some warmth until he wakes up.

Really not wanting to deal with whatever embarrassment coming your way for whatever you did, you exited the wool igloo and tried to continue your day the way it was. Totally not kissing your sleeping crush just because.

As your footsteps grow more silent, and only silence surrounds Tango, he then slowly curls into the blanket, burying his head underneath the wool.

You may not have noticed it; but he has been awake ever since you broke the glass dome.

He didn't want to just- Stir awake! You found him asleep wherever he was and it's going to be embarrassing if you found out that even he doesn't know where he had just passed out! So he kept sleeping, hoping you'd just.. Leave him be.

But you didn't! During that whole segment, Tango has been fully awake! He listened to you breaking glasses and placing wools, not only that but you also hugged him! Which, technically aren't hugging, he supposed, but with how close you were to him it was enough to make his heart explode in his chest.

And you decided to kiss him.

It took all of his strength to not do anything about it because he doesn't want to rat himself out. Honestly he should get a reward with how good he is at acting and how well he can restraint from just— Kissing you himself.

And you left. You've finally left him and his poor, hammering heart alone. Inside the igloo of wool and the soft blanket that you had given him.

Well he suppose he's going to spend just a little more time inside the place you had built for him.

With his hand hovering over the place you had kissed, he can't help but feel his cheek burn with heat and his own body temperature rising up. Replaying the memories of how your lips touched the corner of his seems to have worsened his embarrassment.

So much for being the cold leader of a Frozen Citadel if he's easily melted away by just a kiss.

[nyxmisfortune]

The old oak tree - Hermitcraft masterlist

Fluff-🍄

Angst-🥀

Romance-💐

Platonic-🌱

Polyamorus-🌼

Headcanons-🍁

Hermittober 2023-🎃

Mumbo Jumbo

Baking cookies 🍄💐🍁

Skipping and Arcades 🌱🌼💐🍄

My dearest 🍄💐

Broken feathers and love confessions 💐🍄

Late nights and bright lights 💐🍄

What flower would they give you? 🍄💐🍁

Happy birthday🍄💐🍁

Goodtimewithscar

Baking cookies 🍄💐🍁

Skipping and Arcades 🌱🌼💐🍄

What flower would they give you? 🍄💐🍁

Cat!Scar headcanons🍄💐🍁

Happy birthday🍄💐🍁

Grian

Baking cookies 🍄💐🍁

Skipping and Arcades 🌱🌼💐🍄

What flower would they give you? 🍄💐🍁

Happy birthday🍄💐🍁

ImpulseSV

Skipping and Arcades 🌱🌼💐🍄

Pearlescentmoon

Costume Pearls 🍄💐

Baking cookies 🍄💐🍁

Skipping and Arcades 🌱🌼💐🍄

Xisuma

Chaotic con season🍄💐

Tangotek

Frost🍄💐🎃