#dubpulse

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Being teamed with Impulse for this game is unexpected, but certainly not unwelcomed. Of all the people Bdubs could have been soulmates with, he's confident on his chances of survival with Impulse. The man is a genius redstoner (though his redstone is nowhere nearly as perfect as Bdubs'), and he's great at survival. Bdubs has no worries about the two of them!

(there's unease sitting beneath his skin, buzzing at him)

Besides, they hit it off incredibly well after determining their soulmate status! They're in love, for crying out loud. And it is a very happy marriage, thank you very much Etho!

Bdubs doesn't have a single problem with hanging back while Impulse goes off to gather some supplies for them. In fact, he busies himself with humming and throwing together a floor plan for their little home.

(he ignores how familiar it feels)

He chops down trees for spruce and gets a little farm started so they don't starve. Impulse doesn't hurt him once, and Bdubs is in pretty high spirits when his lovely husband gets back. They've got a wall of spruce and steadily growing farm, and a little dug out space within the mountain.

(he doesn't give himself time to think)

"Honey, I'm home!" Impulse's cheerful voice rings out, making Bdubs grin.

"Welcome home dear!" He replies, sounding equally as cheerful as he heads out to meet the other. Impulse smiles at him, and Bdubs is nearly blown away by how lovely his smile is.

"I've got a gift for you!" His soulmate declares, and Bdubs thinks he may just have to marry this man again when they return to Hermitcraft.

"OOOOOO! What is it? What is it?" Bdubs questions, immediately crowding his space, eyes shining.

Impulse chuckles at his reaction, and he brings him inside. He turns toward their furnaces, "Hold on, let me just put it together real quick. Close your eyes!"

"Oh I see, you're trying to drag it on!" Bdubs teases, though he does close his eyes as told. With his sight taken away from him, a sudden fear takes hold of him. Impulse could kill him right here if he wanted to. Or Impulse could have formed a pact with someone while he was away, this could all be a trick.

Bdubs swallows thickly, but tries to ignore his racing thoughts and growing anxiety. He reminds himself that his and Impulse's lives are tied together, that Impulse wouldn't do that to him. That Impulse isn't like him in that regard.

And when Impulse gives him the all clear to open his eyes, there's a part of Bdubs that wishes there was a sword waiting for him.

Instead, there is a clock sitting in Impulse's hands, outstretched to him.

"A clock!" Bdubs exclaims, trying to ignore the way he wants to run away or take the clock and smash it to pieces. Whichever urge he gives in to first. He stares at the golden thing, and it stares back; as if mocking him. Memories flash in his mind, and he can only run from the pain for so long.

Perhaps the final nail in the coffin is when he looks up at Impulse's face. He's still smiling, but his eyes act as windows to his old wounds. It's like a knife to the chest, and Bdubs feels frozen. He isn't sure what kills him more, the fact that the first thing Impulse had done was make a clock for him, or that he worried Bdubs would make the same decision twice.

His breathing hitches, "I-I can't." He says weakly, looking at Impulse. Grief encapsulates him, and his hands tremble.

Impulse's expression turns pleading as his smile fades into a ghost, "Please. For me." He begs, voice bordering on something low and sorrowful. He holds the clock out to Bdubs, and Bdubs' gaze flickers down to his hands.

ofc! ty for the drabble req <3

Impulse likes to think that the three of them have settled into some kind of routine. Sure, they’ve agreed to take things slow as they try to work out themselves and how they all fit together. But it’s been a month or two and he thinks it’s safe to say they’ve made a routine.

Since Impulse has the biggest home, date nights are hosted at his house whenever the three decide to stay in. Which… happens quite frequently.

It almost feels like he’s a teenager again, ordering pizza and watching movies on his pull out couch. He even snags some candies from iDimpy, making sure to keep a healthy stock of butterscotch for Bdubs and mints for Etho.

But these nights are the ones that Impulse holds close, the nights where the three of them curl up together, limbs entangled and messy. It’s hard to tell who starts and who ends. These nights are the ones where the three of them can stay in pajamas and give each other lazy little kisses while some crappy horror movie plays in the background.

Though perhaps Impulse’s favorite part of the night isn’t even the night itself.

It’s the morning.

Naturally, he’s an early riser. It comes with the territory of running two shops seven days a week. And out of the three of them, Impulse is the very first to wake. And when he wakes up, it’s to Bdubs’s fluffy brown hair in his mouth and Etho’s arms around his shoulders.

It never fails to create that warm fluttery feeling in his chest. And he smiles, all lovesick and dopey, so wide until his cheeks hurt.

“Someone’s got that lovesick look on his face again.” Etho’s groggy voice murmurs by his ear, and Impulse playfully huffs.

“I think I’ve earned the right to be a little lovesick.” He replies, tone lighthearted and fond.

“I never said you didn’t.” Etho comments, a lazy smile forming on his face. “I just can’t resist an opportunity to tease you.” He chuckles softly, moving to press a kiss to Impulse’s forehead. “Good morning honey bear.”

Impulse laughs (it’s more of a snort really) at the name. “I thought we put the cheesy names behind us.”

“Oh absolutely not. I will never let go of them, only because it makes Bdubs pretend angry.” Etho answers swiftly, sounding far too pleased.

“Well Bdubs is going to be for real angry if you two blabber mouths don’t stop talking so loud!”

Etho and Impulse look down to see Bdubs staring at them with one eye open, an obvious pout on his face.

“Whoops, sorry Bdubs.” Impulse apologizes with a soft chuckle. Bdubs merely grumbles in response, burying his head even further into Impulse’s shoulder.

“You’re forgiven. Only ‘cuz your morning voice is so handsome Impy.” Bdubs mutters. “But Etho you’re on thin ice!” He declares, making Etho snort. Silence rings for a moment before, “…you will be forgiven in exchange for a kiss.”

“If my snookums requests of me,” Etho says dramatically, leaning over Impulse to press a kiss to Bdubs’ cheek. He earns a pleased hum in return and assumes he’s forgiven.

Readjusting his hold on Bdubs, Impulse finds himself moving to get comfortable against Etho once more before drifting back to sleep.

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