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And You're Alone at the Edge of the World as I Water the Marigolds by Your Grave by Void_Dino
Fandoms: Creepypasta - Fandom
12 Nov 2021
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In a rundown cemetery bordering a sprawling pine forest, a lone figure crouched in front of a grave. This was not unusual, as the grounds saw many faces visit only to break down in hysterical sobbing due to it's nature of a place of mourning.
What you may find unusual was not in fact why this figure was mourning one's death, but who this figure happened to be.
One doesn't often find a highly-wanted murderer break down over the death of someone, especially not when he took the boy's life himself.
A killer is not supposed to cry over his own victim after all
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"Your stitches Liu, what happened to your stitches?"
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In which Liu tears his stitches and Jeff insists on taking care of his brother. -
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Jeff and Smile get chased by police, Smile mauls them and Jeff just kinda vibes. EJ' pops up at the end. Gore heavy, read at your own risk please <3.
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(Includes fanart!)
“Wilson?”
House shifted, slow and deliberate, letting his head slide down until it rested in Wilson’s lap with a careless plop. He lay there on his stomach like a man surrendering to gravity, his hands clutching Wilson's thigh— head lifted, pale eyes fixed on Wilson’s. The light caught on his face just right, making the alcohol-flushed pink burn against the faint gray of exhaustion.
“Let’s get married,” House slurred.
Wilson froze for a heartbeat. His cheeks tinted, Lips parting, then closed them again. He knew better—it was drunk, delirious babbling — but House’s eyes held a rare kind of clarity, the kind that lodged itself behind Wilson's ribs.
“I’ll even wear m’wedding ring…” House added, voice slurring, “…once a year. Pinky promise.”
Wilson let out a quiet breath, his fingers finding their way into the mess of House’s hair, combing gently. “Slow down,” he murmured.“This is month seven.”
“Month seven of giving it a title,” House muttered, eyes half-lidded. “Month one ninety-three of homoerotic tension without one.” He clicked his tongue, shifting onto his side to face Wilson’s stomach. “Wealready took 'r sweet, sweet time.”
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02 Dec 2025
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House decides enough is enough. Wilson's white knuckled grip on heterosexuality must come to an end.
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21 May 2025