#c!mumbo jumbo x reader

[lunar-writes-things]

i've had this thought many a time but "soft n sweet reader goes absolutely feral on red life"

that concept is just *rapidly bangs fist on table*

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Crimson Adoration

Pairing: C! Mumbo x Reader, C! Etho x Reader

Summary: In which you dive into a death game and find that you have a horrible soulmate and in a fit of rage, find a secret soulmate. 

Genre: Fluff to angst

WC: 2,335

Extra notes: Listen to 'The red means I love you' by Madds Buckley! This is what this fic was inspired off of! 

Content warnings (If any): CHEATING!!!!!!, MENTIONS AND EXPLICIT DETAILS OF DEATH!!!

16 people was a lot to have in a dimension for a death game. 

Met by choice and fated by chance. 

Mumbo wasn't a bad partner to be in double life with. Truthfully! 

When they were green for the first few weeks they felt their love, their attraction towards each other, as if their red string of fate had tied them tightly together.

Session one was absolute bliss for the newly soul-bounded couple

But then their first death came during session 2 

It was so STUPID! 

It caused a screaming match between the two that took hours to cool off.  

Etho had found you when you were fuming and cautiously approached you.

"You okay?" He asked softly and sat down next to you 

"A Panda Etho! I didn't even know you could die to a panda in this stupid realm of possibilities!" Y/n exclaimed "We were at half a heart! I was healing! But HE WANTED TO FUCK WITH SCAR AND MESS EVERYTHING UP!" 

your scream echoed off the cliffside as you panted and took shaky breaths 

Etho's warm hand rubbed your back and you sighed, leaning against him. 

"I wish I had a better soulmate." You muttered 

Etho stayed quiet but he wrapped his arm around your waist 

"I could be a better soulmate than him," The ninja said softly "And I wouldn't be so brash to die by a panda. I would treat you right and I know you would too, Better than Joel." 

"Damn straight... Etho... You do know what I'm about to ask... right?" You whisper 

"Yes..." He trailed off 

"Are you really willing to ruin your relationship with him like that for me?" You ask and cup his face 

"Y/n I would do anything for you, Even if it means killing myself." He muttered, leaning into your touch "I have been in love with you for the longest time."

"Are you saying this now because we won't remember anything after we leave?" You asked, slowly leaning into him

"If we are important enough we will remember and our love will stay alive." He whispered, lips so close to you're you could feel your breath 

"Etho Will you be my secret soulmate? My real soulmate?" You asked, feeling your lips brush against his 

"Yes," He sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips

no matter how many times you kissed mumbo, you had never felt this 

Etho's kiss was like a hurricane and the beach waves all at once. Overwhelming and calm, a whirlwind yet steady gentle crashing waves. It felt like you were being swept up in the excitement but being grounded at the same time. 

it was heaven 

it was peace

it was Etho 

And Etho was perfect 

"Y/n!" Mumbo called out, eyes worried and hair mussed up "You're okay!" 

it was hours later when you returned home and Mumbo looked terrified and worried 

"Yeah," Y/n gave him a soft smile "I'm sorry I got so mad. I just don't understand why you did it. We were on half a heart and I was trying to heal us." 

"I got carried away," Mumbo said and walked forward to cup your face with one hand and rest his other hand on your hip "I'm sorry. I know it won't make up for what I've done but for now its all I can do." 

"Its Fine," You replied softly 

no its not 

"I forgive you." 

HA! Yeah right 

"I still love you." 

Etho. I want Etho. 

"I Love you too," Mumbo said and caressed your cheek with his thumb "Can I kiss you?" 

"Yes," You sigh and he pressed his lips to yours

Nothing

No butterflies

No fireworks

not even excitement 

How disappointing 

Just like Mumbo

The Next morning, you woke up early to meet Etho in a forest to kiss him and share breakfast. It lasted about 30 minutes until both Partners of yours began looking for you and You and Etho had to split, promising to text through communicators and meet up again when they had time away from their partners. 

You were giddy, the exhilaration of cheating, the taste of something new, something so... Etho. It was wonderful. 

You had to force down your smile when Mumbo found you in the forest, chopping down wood and collecting saplings, iron axe glimmering with the spotted sunrays singing through the trees. 

"There You are!" Mumbo smiled and you stopped hacking at the tree to give a forced smile back, heart dropping at the sight of him "You disappeared this morning, I'm so glad to have found you." 

"Yeah," You said and watched as he walked closer and placed a gentle hand on your cheek, a move you leaned into with a fake smile "Sorry, I was just so excited to get to work today."

"Have you eaten breakfast?" Mumbo asked 

"Yeah," You nodded, "I grabbed some food before I left and ate out here." 

Technically not a lie

"Anyway, Today I'm gonna head down to the enchanter with Etho," You said 

A plan to meet with him and get some work done, something they came up with right before the boys arrived. It was a win-win

"Don't be mean," Mumbo said playfully before turning serious "And Don't get touchy-feely with him. I know how you can be." 

"Why?" You teased playfully, hopefully hiding the panic "You jealous?"

"Yes," Mumbo admitted "I know you... I know you get along with him and Bdubs more, but right now, you're my soulmate. And I intend to keep that for as long as possible." 

"Oh Mumbo," You sigh softly "It's You, It's only you and has always been you." 

You use both your hand to cup his face and pull him in for a gentle kiss. 

That should stave him off for now. 

"Etho!" You whispered a wave of fear washing over you as he hid the corner, both hands over his mouth and eyes closed tight 

he was there for a few minutes before the warden finally decided to go back into hiding and you quickly ran towards etho into his arms, whispering his name and breathing in him. 

"Are You okay? Oh My gosh, that must have been terrifying for you," You exclaimed

"If it was so scary for me then why are you crying?" Etho asked gently and wiped a tear from your face "I'm okay. I promise. Are you okay?" 

"It didn't even come near me!" You cried and took a few deep breaths "I'm fine... Yeah, okay... You're okay. You're here. I can feel you and hear you." 

For some reason, you knew you could live with it if Mumbo was the one backed into that corner but the fact that it was Etho terrified you to oblivion and beyond. 

That was session 3

Session four was a bit messy. 

In session four, Etho had died due to his soulmate's stupidity and a fishing rod and You had died to Mumbo provoking Etho by taunting him and stealing his stuff. 

You didn't blame Etho for your death, but you did blame Mumbo. 

"YOU PROVOKED HIM! HE WAS A RED NAME!" You yelled 

Your eyes flashed red and your skin heated in rage as fury pulsed through your veins. 

"I DID THIS?!" Mumbo screeched, hair messy and wild and his eyes cold and cruel "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

"OH, AND HOW IS THAT?" Y/n asked, a tone so sarcastic that you could cut through it with a steak knife "I WASN'T THE ONE TAUNTING THE RED NAME AND HIS PARTNER WITH THEIR THINGS!" 

"OH PLEASE! THEY WOULDN'T HAVE ACTED LIKE THAT HAD YOU NOT BEEN SEDUCING ONE OF THEM!" Mumbo shouted 

there was a moment of silence as both caught their breath, eyes of pure rage staring at each other until you flipped him off and stormed off to Cleo's base 

Session five came and went with both You and Mumbo ignoring each other and slowly killing each other. You spent a lot of time with two other reds. 

Etho and Joel

Joel had no idea that when he turned his back, Etho snuck kisses and feather-light touches with you. 

Unfortunately came session 6, there was a lot of bloodsheds and maniacal laughing.

Mumbo came across you as you swung an axe into Martyn with Scar cheering you on in the background. Once Martyn was dead, you swung your bloodied axe over your shoulder to take a scathing look at Mumbo. 

"We need to stick together," Mumbo said 

"No," You replied and turned your back on him "You survive on your own from now on. I wish you the worst." 

"Even if it means you die too?" Mumbo asked, "What happens then?" 

"Then it's your fault," You spun on their heel to glare at mumbo " I haven't been the cause of any of our deaths because unlike you, I don't provoke and rush into things. I have never done anything to harm us and get us killed. So whatever you do, it's your fault." 

With those words, you turned around and walked off toward the burned relationship to meet with Etho. 

Your actual soulmate

"Etho?" You asked searching around the wreckage only for you to see him making out with Joel "Etho-" 

The silver-haired man pushed away from Joel who had a shit-eating grin on his face and looked at Y/n desperately

if it wasn't for the fact that Etho and Joel were soulbound, you would have killed Joel within the first five minutes of their soulbond. 

"Its not-" Etho tried to explain but you gave him a pained smile 

"It's fine Etho," You whispered and placed a gentle hand on his cheek "He's your soulmate and you actually get along with him. I'm only your side-piece." 

Etho looked heartbroken to hear that but as you turned to leave, he followed you. He kept following you until the both of you came to a clearing of forest littered with bodies, some of which you killed some of which just popped up out of nowhere. 

"Can I explain?" Etho asked softly 

"You don't have to," You replied looking at him 

"I want to," Etho replied "I promise It wasn't like that. He wanted to talk about maybe rebuilding the ship but he heard you calling my name and he grabbed me and forced me to kiss him." 

Your eyes flashed in fury and you glared at Joel who was hiding behind a tree. His eyes widened and he tried to turn and run but you had caught up to him by throwing your axe and pinning him to a tree. 

"You forced yourself on him?" You glowered standing over the man 

"ONLY TO GET RID OF YOU!" He yelled, voice cracking from panic as he attempted to rip his shirt out from beneath the axe and escape "You're ruing my chances of winning!" 

"You would have lost if you didn't share life points with Etho," You said "I would have killed you as soon as I turned red. You're lucky to even be thinking." 

You grabbed the wooden handle of your axe and pulled it out and Joel scrambled to get away from you as You turned towards Etho and slowly walked towards him because you didn't want him to run away. Instead, he rushed forward and hugged you tightly. 

"Etho wait-" You protested with a light laugh "I'm all bloody." 

"'s fine" He murmured and he buried his face into the crook of your neck "Let's just-" 

You stopped him by pushing him out of the way of a flying sword coming from your own soulmate. Unfortunately, the sword grazed Etho and he had a tiny cut on his cheek, cutting through the mask and revealing a patch of pale skin and freckles. 

You turned to glare at your soulmate to see him glaring back. 

"What Mumbo." You spat out, grip tightening on the handle of your diamond axe, the one Mumbo had given to you during the second session "What now?" 

"Do You actually love him?" He asked, "Or did you just want to get away from me that badly?" 

"I Love him." You stated before you turned to Etho "And the red on my face is matching you!" The sweet smile on their face didn't match the crazed look in their eyes and the words they were saying "And goodness you're bleeding! What a wonderful feeling! You're down and you're pleading! My head is just reeling!"

You gripped your head and watched how both their soulbound and secret soulmate reacted with horror. A giggle escaped your lips as you swung out a diamond axe, chipped from cutting down wood and stained with the blood of the bodies littered around the four people. Something in your mind turned twisted as their confession came out of their mouth

"The Red means I love you," You exclaimed and stepped closer to your secret soulmate and used your thumb to wipe the blood off of your secret soulmate's cheek before using your tongue to clean their finger "Tasting your blood means I love you-"

Your words were cut off as a phantom sword plunged through your heart and you dropped. Your legs crumpled underneath you as coughs of blood escaped your mouth and lungs. Behind you stood their soulbound, a sword piercing Mumbo's heart with tears running down his face

"You said there was only me," Their soulbound whispered out before their knees buckled and they landed on their face and chest, the sword impaling their heart deeper "This was your fault-" 

"Y/N!" Etho's scream of your name was the last thing you ever heard in a world of death 

[drebur123]

Christmas Lights | C!Mumbo Jumbo X Reader

Christmas Lights | C!Mumbo X Reader

Prompt: Kissing cold noses 

Day: 4/25

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"Are we almost done?" You question, handing Mumbo another string of lights. "Kind of. Why do you want to go inside so much?" He asks, taking the Christmas lights from you, returning to his place on the ladder.

"My nose is cold," you reply, holding your mitten over it. "I told you that you should've bought that nose warmer instead of the hat." You roll your eyes. "It's too late now, isn't it?" 

Mumbo sighs. "We're almost done. Can you please hand me that staple gun?" You do as asked and watch as the Christmas light slowly go up.

A few minutes later and the lights are lining the roof just below the gutters. "There," Mumbo says, climbing down from the ladder. "We're finished?" He shakes his head yes at your question, taking a few steps back to apricate his work.

After a few moments he turns to you. "Your nose still cold?" You nod. Mumbo leans down, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of it. "Better?" He asks. "Yes," you claim to satisfy him, "Now can we go in?"

"But we haven't even put up the inflatables yet." 

[el-buzz]

Too much work!! :c

A Cg! Clay x Agere! Reader fic

This was sort of self-indulgent because I’m sort of in a spot where I seriously have to focus on schoolwork which obviously can be really draining so I tried to scrap this together whenever I had free time :D

(^such a lie I did all this when I should’ve been doing work or sleeping dinwhdjsjdh)

it’s not the best but I wanted to feed myself and anyone else interested in cg! Clay

Again it’s mostly kiddo at start but then goes into more toddler/babyish reader at the end

3.1k+ words :D!! (Yeah I traded quality for quantity 😭😭)

Cross posted on Ao3 at Soft_Buzz!!

Let's just say you haven't been having the best month. Seriously, it hasn't been easy to stay happy, but you really do try your best! It's not your fault that everything just seems like too much. You wanted to help Clay with his tasks. You know, help a loved one out! Unfortunately, the paperwork and amount of tasks you had were overwhelming. Checking the safety of the old gold courses, the amount of food left before needing to send another party out for scavenging, and even the functionality of the new security that had been set up was draaaaaaaining.

Sure you did have Clay to help you out with the accounting, buuuut by the time you were done with everything, you were just too tired to even function!! At least the praise he would give you provided you with some energy and motivation. You genuinely have no idea how Clay seems to find joy in any of this and even has the energy to participate in other activities like his sad book club. You weren't barely even able to spare time to read for funsies or scrapbook at all!

Currently, you were doing the most simple of reports in the admin building, but your brain just will not budge. You just can't concentrate or recall any information at all. You read parts of paperwork, but gosh it all just seems like mumbo jumbo to you. Poor you, staring at the paper desperately hoping for things to align and make sense, but you were just so tired and irritated too!!

All this serious business was genuinely so not your forte, but you wanted to impress Clay by helping him out. But clearly, your plan wasn't working out too well... You didn't want to disappoint him. You wanted him to be proud of you and tell you how good you've done!!

Overwhelming guilt got a hold of you, and tears began to spill down your cheeks. You just wanted a break. You needed a break. You couldn't handle this. It was too much. Gosh even your skin felt like too much and chewing on one of your fingers clearly wasn't helping. The pen in your hand shook from your hold. Your breath hitched, and it started to get hard to breathe. Ignoring your tears, you decided to try to continue the report with shaky handwriting. Tears fall onto the fresh ink. You tried to clean them off by swiping away, but you only managed to smudge the ink and ruin the report.

That was your last straw. Nope no no no. You whined. As you start taking in your situation, you begin to sob. You throw your pen and crumble the stupid report out of frustration. You just couldn't anymore. You sniffled and tried to hold back your emotions. The last thing you wanted to do was make a mess that you would have to clean up. You let the tears fall as you hiccup and bring your legs up to your chest.

Unfortunately, your state doesn't improve when you hear the door of the admin building creak open. Shoot shoot shoot. You panic as you try to get rid of your tears by rubbing them off with your hands. You quickly get back to sitting correctly and try to hide your face from view. The last thing you wanted was for Clay to see you like this.

"Heyy Y/n," Clay says as he enters. From the sound of his tone, he clearly had his usual upbeat smile. "You've seriously got to try that new cheese combo that Viva made. It's killer" He takes note that you're quiet and really focused on some paperwork. "Okay.. you're focused. I respect that." You sniffle. "Wait a minute.. Are you sick? Is that why you aren't talking? Your throat hurts or something?" You tremble as he starts to walk over to you and reaches to feel your forehead. Well, you tried..

You look up at him and start to tear up again. "Woah? Hey, what's going on? You're kinda freaking me out?" The concern is evident on his face, and your heart warms at the thought of him being attentive to you. But gosh were you also scared to death right now, and to make matters worse, you started to feel that fuzzy headspace encase your mind.

You whine, not sure of what to say to him, and open your arms for a hug while hiccuping. "Can I have a hug? P-please?" Your voice cracks as you speak.

Clay sighed and took you in his arms, hugging you tightly. "There, there. Take your time," he soothed, rubbing your back. "It's okay, now. I'm here. You've got me." After a few minutes, and a bit of protest from you, he pulled away and wiped the corners of your damp eyes with his thumb, smiling with much love and care in the world.

By now your breathing had evened, and all you had left was some sniffling. "Now..," Clay starts as he caresses your cheek, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You pout and look down while fidgeting with your fingers. After a few seconds, you nod. "It's just..." you bring your thumb up to your mouth, "too mush."

Clay tilts his head at that. "What's too much?" He questions as he runs his hand through your hair and reaches into his pocket for a lollipop that Viva had given him earlier.

"Work!" You whined before sniffling and rubbing your hand against your nose.

"You feel overwhelmed because of your tasks?" Clay questions you softly as he removes your thumb from your mouth and hands you a lollipop. As you take it from his hands, you whine and nod. "Oh baby...," he mutters as he caresses your face, "but I thought you liked doing them?" You put the lollipop into your mouth and try to calm yourself before speaking again.

"I did..," you look up at him, "I wanted to help you. I really did!" You exclaim at him, but then start to look away with teary eyes. "B-but, then everyfing kept piling up an- and I was tired and started being slow and getting distracted and suddenly I barely had any time for myself!"

Clay just sighs softly and pulls you onto his lap when you finish speaking. "Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?? We could've sorted the problem out before it got this bad." He questions you.

You bit your trembling lip while still looking away from him. "Didn wanna upset you," you pouted as you felt yourself fall into a younger mindset.

"Oh honey, you know you'd never disappoint me. I love you too much to ever feel that way towards you."

"No even a lil?" You ask while looking up at him in awe.

"Not even a lil," he answered with a reassuring smile while leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"The only thing that really disappoints me is the fact that I never realized you felt this way," He gives you a tight squeeze and nuzzles your neck. You return his embrace with new tears rolling down your cheeks. You tighten your hold scared that if you don't, you might just fall apart.  The both of you stay quiet for a moment as he hugs you and whispers sweet nothings into your ear while rubbing your back. You hiccup and sniffle, but you don't dare to loosen your hold. Not that Clay minded. He'd been concerned for you and just wanted to give you the best comfort he could provide.

After calming down, you loosen your hold. Clay cups your face with both of his hands and starts littering your face with kisses. You persist on moving away from him but he keeps his hold on your face.

"Hmno.!.. M' icky!" You snuffle.

"Hmm true... but when has that ever stopped me?" He questions with a smug smile on his face. Your silence answers him for you. "Exactly. But you do have a point," Clay states as he grabs a tissue or two from the desk. "Here." He brings it up to your face and helps you blow your nose. "There we go. Much better now right?" He then chucks the dirty tissue into a trash can.

"Mhm, fank you!" You smile back at him while.

"No problem, baby." He responds and boops your nose, which gets a giggle out of you.

"You know.. you do such a good job all the time, but you clearly need a break and that's okay. So..," Clay picks you up. "That's what we're gonna do. Take a break."

You start squirming in his hold. "Buh wah bout tha wok?!?" You babble while reaching out for the report you had started to redo earlier. Clearly that desperate need to be a sort of workaholic kicked in.

"Ah ah ah," Clay tuts you while bouncing you in his arms, "shhh about that now. We're taking a break. End of discussion." He asserts while petting your head as you pout.

"Plus someone is clearly too small to be doing big adult work. Looks like I've got a little baby on my hands " He says while cooing at you and pinching your cheeks. You were about to whine and complain, but a quick peck on the cheek quieted you right up. "Hm much better."

"Gesss it wouldn huwt," you mutter and start to cling to Clay.

"No it wouldn't," Clay reaffirms to you while making your head rest on his shoulder. Clay opens the door. "Hang tight. We're going back to your pod for some little time okay?"

"Mkay." You wrap your limbs around him and hide your face in the crook of his neck. Gosh if anyone saw you right now, you'd just combust from embarrassment.

Sensing your unease, Clay gives you a kiss on your head and starts to pat and rub your back. "Don't worry we'll be there before you know it." You just respond to him with a soft whine and start to fidget with the stick of your lollipop.

•••

When you get inside your pod, Clay walks past the living room and into your bedroom. He set you down and your bed and gives you your stuffie. Now with you focused on your lil buddy, Clay takes the opportunity to get you a comfortable set of clothes. He comes backs, and you let him help you into them. Clay can't help himself and decides to tickle you to get a giggle out of you, which works of course. You squirm and playfully fight back. He soon stops and chucks your big kid clothes into a laundry basket.

"Ok, now how about you get your little stuff and toys out while I set up a play area in the living room?" He asks while turning back to you.

"Yeah!!" You jump up and start to get your stuff from under the bed.

"Alright," Clay chuckles and pats your head before getting some soft blankets, pillows, and some stuffies and exiting the room.

You, very enthusiastically, search through your stuff trying to pick out some of the things you want such as your paci, a sippy cup, and some stim toys! When you were done, you put everything back in the box as neatly as you could and shoved it under the bed.

You quickly run out of the room with newfound enthusiasm and everything in your hands, maybe dropping a toy or two on your way over. But it's okay! You'll come back for them, probably.

In the living room, Clay has now set up blankets and arranged the pillows on the floor and couch. He had also quickly grabbed some grapes from the fridge and put them in a bowl on the coffee table. Now, Clay pulled out some paper and crayons that you had stored in one of your cabinets, in case you felt like drawing or scribbling. He just wanted to make this a good experience for you!

Clay looks up and sees you running over to him, "Careful there. You don't wanna fall over and get hurt." He chuckles.

"Nah I won-" you begin to brush him over before you stumbled over and start to fall over, making you drop all of your stuff.

"Woah!!" Clay quickly places down the blank paper and hurries over to catch you before you fell hard.

You whine and look down with a frown due to the random scare and dropping everything.

"Oh chin up, sweetheart." He speaks softly while taking out the bare lollipop stick and replacing it with your pacifier, which you happily took. "Just a lil scare but you'll always be safe with me. Let me take me take care of this"

You whine and shake your head. "Hmno! I help!" You remark and start to get on with the business of picking up your mess like the very independent kiddo you desperately wanted to be.

"Hey! Nope no c'mon..." Clay picks you from under your armpits like, one might with a cat, and then settles you right on his hip.

You look at him with an apparent frown and pout. "I help."

"No. Not today. Let me do this for you. Let me take care of my baby." He caresses your cheeks before giving a few pecks on the forehead and cheek.

"You may want to be a big kid, but you definitely need to be small. Just want to show you a token of my appreciation for the hard hard work you've been doing, yes?" He looks as your for further confirmation.

You sigh. "Okay.., jus fo today," you mumble slightly upset, but you wrapped yourself around Clay anyway. He smiled before humming and getting to work, which honestly helped you relax and start to nod off. The pacifier in your mouth just helped to make everything feel fuzzy and sleepy..

Once done, Clay set you down the floor on top of the blankets and pillows. You plop yourself right on top of them and start to make grabby hands at one of your stuffies on the couch. Happily, Clay hands it over to you and you begin to snuggle your buddy. He coos at the cute sight in front of him, causing you to blush but be more playful.

"Gosh you are so adorable, hun. How did I end up with the world's cutest baby?" He pinches your cheeks, and you just smile and babble back him. "Who's the cutest baby? Huh? Huh? Is it you?" He tickles and nuzzles you. You kick your feet in the air and tap your chest with one of your hands. "Yeah, that's right! You are! You're the cutest one!"

You move onto your tummy and crawl over to the stimmy toys that you had brought with you. They are in such pretty colors. Clay sits down beside you and follows along and entertains your little antics. Doing little things like grabbing a toy, showing you how to use it, and handing it over for you to try it too! Unfortunately, you start to be impulsive and play a little too rough with them by grabbing and throwing them against the ground. Seems like the both of you might have underestimated the extent of your regression. Woops...

"Looks like we gotta make a change of plans huh lil bub?" He pushes the toys away from you, but you whine and reach out for them, almost dropping your pacifier in the process. "You're too small to be playing with these right now. Oh look!!" He hands you your stuffy from earlier. "This friend wants some cuddles. C'mon give him a big big hug!" He made an example of him hugging an invisible teddy and you followed suit.

As you were busy tending to your teddy, Clay made sure to move the smaller and harder toys away from you. He didn't want you getting hurt or accidentally breaking something because of some rough playing or you putting things where they shouldn't go. Instead, he surrounds you with soft textured stuff like your blankets and stuffies.

When he was done, he decided to offer you some of the grapes he had gotten. "You want some bubba?"

You gasp and nod. "Mhm mhm I wan pleaseeee!!"

"Here you go," he gives you a few, and you happily start chewing and eating them.  You even pretend to feed you stuffie. Hey, they get hungry too! Clay chuckles and then gives you a kiss on the forehead.

After a while of playing with your fluffy friends, you start you feel your eyelids and head droop a little. You look at Clay and tug at his sweater.

"Hm?"

"eep..." You whine and rub your tired eyes.

Clay takes in your state and pulls you onto his lap. "I see." He slides one of his hands up and down your back. "You want some warm tea?" He whispers and you nod softly.

"Sippy or bottle?"

"Baba.." you manage to mutter. A small pout forms on your lips. If you were to be honest, you'd admit that you were a little upset over regressing to a younger state than you would've liked.

Clay gets up and places you on the couch before walking away and into the kitchen to make you some tea.  You get comfortable and bury yourself under a the blankets, looking all snug like bug.

By time Clay came back with the tea in a baby bottle, your pacifier looked like it was about to fall out of your mouth. Chuckling to himself, he takes it and places it on the coffee table. He carefully moves you, so he can sit beside you. You start to wake up a little and start to whine while making grabby hands at him.

"Shh shh, I've got you." He grabs you and moves you onto his lap to comfortably feed you your babas.

You snuggle up against him and rub your face on his torso. He brings the bottle up to your lips and you take it into your mouth. The soft and warm feeling of the tea fills you and makes you feel ever so small yet happy.

Clay starts to hum and pat your side while holding the bottle up for you. You lightly place one of your hands on top of his and he caresses your soft cheek.

After a while, you were close to finishing the bottle, but sleep seemed to win over you. Clay noticed this and placed the bottle on the coffee table. He moved, so he could be laying down with you on top of him. Clay placed your stuffy in your arms and wrapped his arms around you.  Smiling at the sight of you before him, he gives you one last kiss on the head.

Author’s Note:

Lowkey, I felt like I was yapping after reader and Clay left the admin building. I just desperately wanted to reach 3k words for some reason aghhh and I so missed the opportunity to have Clay read to the reader

I had originally planned to make this into two separate parts but honestly I just wanted this over with so it is definitely rushed but comme ci, comme ça (at least I finally made a fanfic that I actually go all the way through to finish woo!! 🎉‼️)

[yanderu-deredere]

drawn.

★ they've just been so lonely, all by themselves in this abandoned little factory town. it's hard not to be attracted to someone so wonderful, so glittering and beautiful, someone like you

a/n: sorry i ended up not posting anything the past few days. ive been really struggling with chronic pain flare ups and general bullshit but you guys really encouraged me to come back! so here i am with the latest chapter of the cannibals!

minor changes with part three where i made it so that none of the friends come down to dinner hehehe wonder why? neway, you can go back and reread that if you'd like but it's not that big of a change.

finally, after teasing it for so long, it's the gore chapter ive been waiting for forever to write! with that said, please mind the warnings!

i feel like this got really long so i didn't really do as much as i wanted to... you'll see when u finish reading. if you think i should keep going, send a couple asks and maybe i'll write another extra chapter?

part one (hook.) ★ part two (line.) ★ part three (sink.) ★ extra (captive.) ★ part four (here) ★ part five (quartered.)

pairing: casimir fiala x reader x emmaline fiala word count: 3612

warning: gender neutral reader, mentions of throat knife violence, mentions of coroner's and mortician's equipment, descriptive head injuries, descriptive eye violence and gore, mentions of drugging someone nonconsensually, mentions of medical and recreational drug use

Casimir knew as soon as the white van pulled up into the factory town that his entire life would be completely turned around, that this group of rule breaking idiots would be different from the usual.

When he saw your cute little face peek out of the window, he knew exactly why.

Casimir always believed himself to be a man of science and he had explained away his fascination (or rather, attraction) to Emm by just acknowledging that the two of them were polar opposites and evolution simply made it so that human beings were attracted to their polar opposites.

Opposites attracted simply because it gave their offspring better survival chances.

But then, of course, you threw a wrench in all of that, didn't you? Because he knew nothing about you except that your entire face made his heart palpitate in his chest for no reason.

He didn't even know if your personality was good with his or if you would even irritate him with your small habits. But, still, he found his eyes attracted to you like a magnet to metal and he wanted more.

Emm felt exactly the same. Unlike Casimir, she believed in love at first sight. It's what she felt when she met Casimir after all.

She knew as soon as she saw the man that she wanted to ravish him and she knew as soon as she saw you that she wanted to ravish you too.

She loved Casimir; the two of them have been together for years now. The only reason they were able to enjoy those years together was because Emm followed those instincts of hers.

Emm wasn't going to let Casimir use his science mumbo-jumbo talk to get her out of keeping you.

Thankfully, the two of them were on the same page. They didn't even have to communicate verbally. They shared a look; Casimir from the road and Emm from her binoculars.

So, despite the rules that they'd agreed on (not to kill the people who weren't breaking the rules, to try and stay inconspicuous, to be polite and nice just in case), Casimir couldn't find it in himself to stop Emm from using a silenced gun and popping your friend's tire.

The both of them only felt more and more justified the longer they spent time with your friends.

They pretended to be polite but whispered about how weird Casimir was. They tried to take photos of Emm's burns (and you were the angel that prevented them from doing it). They even went so far as calling you a freak.

It made both of their blood boil. Emm's more than Casimir's but Casimir's head had always been more level headed.

So, really, the group dug their own graves.

The first one that had to go was that damn bimbo.

Casimir didn't like her at all. Chloe was it? She just didn't look at Emm the right way and don't even get him started on the whole 'taking a photo of Emm' business again.

Plus, she kept sneering at you and whispering about how stupid you were to her boyfriend.

So, when you went upstairs to go change right before helping Casimir out with cooking dinner, he went to work.

"Hey, by the way, you guys wouldn't mind it if Emm smoked a couple of joints, would you?" He mentioned off-handedly to the bimbo as he sharpened one of the knives at the kitchen counter.

His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, his muscles flexing as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying not to get annoyed.

It was odd since both he and Emm usually didn't let them last this long but, he supposed, for your sake, he would put up with the disrespect.

It just really got at his nerves that she was treating the entire place like it was hers, looking into their fridge like she owned the place. They said 'make yourselves at home' but that wasn't exactly what they meant.

The ditzy blonde didn't even have the decency to hide her emotions when she looked at him, all wide-eyed with wonder "Oh? You guys smoke?"

"Yeah, some strong medical stuff." Casimir shrugged as he kept his eyes on the smooth metal of the knife and the rough grey of the whetstone, his knuckles turning white as he gripped it harder and harder "You know, because of--"

"Oh, of that whole--" She finished for him, making a gagging sound from the back of her throat.

It took everything in him not to just run the knife in his hand through her face.

He could imagine how satisfying it would be. It would meet some resistance when going through her nasal cavity but the crunch of it as it met bone would feel so good.

Before he completely lost it, though, the sound of the other three idiots in the living room convinced him fully that he needed to keep it together.

This needed to be their cleanest kill yet.

Not just because the four of them were a big group but also because they needed to get away with killing three of them without letting you know.

"Yes, she smokes all of it downstairs in the basement." He nodded his head towards the main hall and he watched her face turn blank, her eyes obviously confused.

She definitely looked like she was turning an idea carefully in her head. Casimir wished she'd hurry it up since she still had the fridge open and it was using up electricity.

Then, as if he could literally see the lightbulb above her head, he saw her expression brighten. She closed the door and gave him a bright smile that grated even harder on his nerves before flouncing away.

Casimir glanced at the knife in his hands, giving her a few seconds, before rinsing it off and wiping it with a dish towel hanging on the oven handle.

Then, he sheathed the knife, grabbed a meat tenderizer, slipped it into his pocket and unfurled his sleeves. Of course, the other idiots paid him no mind. Probably just like they paid their friend no mind as she slipped past them.

They looked deep into a conversation about something, all their backs turned towards the main hallway.

The realistion that hit the bimbo was probably the fact that there was a door at the very end of the main hallway. Normally, people mistook it for a cupboard under the stairs.

Casimir could at least give her credit for being smart enough to realise that it was most likely the steps to the basement he had been talking about only seconds ago.

He quietly followed her down, locking the door behind him just in case.

Casimir was nothing if not careful.

He would've paid big bucks to have seen the look on her face when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

He saw the way her steps faltered (he was right behind her, after all) so he knew she must've been surprised. Plus, she gasped too, which seemed a bit much but she also seemed like the type to overdramatise.

It probably surprised her to see that it wasn't a wine cellar or a man cave in their basement but a clean and proper butcher's dream.

It was Casimir's hard work after all. Emm helped a little but she was a bit too messy to really take care of a lot of the detailed work. Instead, she helped weld things together and fix some things up.

Before the bimbo could turn around or freak out, of course, Casimir shut her up.

She crumpled like soggy paper when the meat tenderizer hit the back of her head.

The crack of it was so satisfying, honestly. The splatter of blood was less so but it still felt good to see the crater of gore in the back of that bitch's head.

Surprisingly, he could see a brain in there.

As he watched her crawl on her hands and knees, trying desperately to get away, Casimir tested the hammer in his hand and frowned.

He wasn't usually one to use such bulky tools. Though the sound of it was music to his ears, the feel of it wasn't right. It really was better to stick to knives and the like. Leave the more brutalizing ones to Emm.

Before the little worm could get too far, he stepped forward, accidentally stepping on her ankle as he scooped her up, his arm wrapping around her torso and his free hand gripping her chin, his fingers digging into her cheeks.

He lifted her easily enough, despite the fact that she was so top heavy.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't get a lot of breast meat from this one since it was probably all plastic but he'd need to get rid of her regardless.

"Now, what are you doing here?" He whispered against her temple, relishing a little bit in the way she struggled against him, her well manicured nails trying to claw at his clothed sleeves.

She was barely making sense before he'd whacked her with the meat tenderizer but, now, her voice was slurred and stuttering beyond recognition.

She was concussed then. He would've been more surprised if she hadn't become concussed. In fact, he had to give her credit. That blow would've knocked most normal people unconscious.

Maybe she was particularly hard-headed?

In any case, her blabbering was entertaining at first but then it eventually got too annoying.

With barely any care at all and completely ignoring the way her feet dragged on the cold concrete, Casimir brought her over to his special autopsy table and plopped her down.

It was his own invention; not exactly his life's work but certainly one if his more brilliant ideas.

It wasn't entirely made from scratch, of course. He built it off of a second-hand autopsy table but he made it tilt one way so that the blood would pool better. He liked collecting it in case he wanted to use it for blood sausage or something.

He also added some restraints for the really shitty visitors that really pissed them off. Sometimes, the couple really liked to take their time with their kills, really carve them up, slice and dice them and hear them scream--

Plus, sometimes, Emm liked putting him in there too and he could be a little too wiggly for her tastes.

In any case, when he slammed her down on the cold metal table, Casimir couldn't say he was taking the usual care with her.

She was sprawled across the cold metal, her body locked into the restraints with a little distain, even his initial incision of her jugular was sloppy at best.

He didn't have any respect for people like her who couldn't even take care of people like you. You had trusted her with your friendship and she betrayed you. She didn't deserve any kindness from him.

She couldn't complain anyway.

Mostly because she was finally knocked out cold.

Anyway, Casimir left her down there. If she bled to death, good for her. If she were still alive when he got back down there?

Well, he wouldn't enjoy her screams in the usual way but he'd definitely get some sort of sadistic glee out of them.

He'd flay her skin open, watch her muscles twitch as she struggled to move away, see the life ebb out of her; he'd make sure that every single thing you'd suffered through, she'd feel but a hundred times worse.

Hopefully, enough, she'd be alive.

Before he left, of course, he had to wash the stupid meat tenderizer. Surprisingly enough, fragments of her skull stuck to the spikes of it and chunks of her scalp clung to the metal.

Then, he obsessively cleaned the blood splatter off the walls, taking care to wash himself and any wash cloths he used with the sink in the room.

It was easy enough to wash everything since the entire basement was made like an embalming room; the floor sloped slightly to the middle where there was a drain.

Lastly, he changed his clothes because he got a little messy in his anger-- No, irritation. He didn't want to accredit such a strong emotion to such an insignificant ant.

He and Emm kept spare clothes down in the basement just for situations like this.

Honestly, the entire thing was so easy that it disappointed Casimir. He had hoped the blonde idiot would've struggled a little bit more, at the very least.

Maybe the others would prove to be a challenge.

Speaking of the others, Casimir knew that the boyfriend would notice the fact that his girlfriend was missing the fastest.

Unless, of course, he was a piece of shit too.

So, Casimir's next objective was to get rid of him.

The very last thing he did before he left the basement was he grabbed a little baggy of weed. It was a specific one they used to drug some of their more troublesome victims.

Seeing as his girlfriend was interested, it was possible that the boyfriend would've been interested too.

The drug wasn't anything deadly. Just something to help them get a... better high. Which didn't just distract them but it also affected their short-term memory and their attention span.

Casimir just had to make sure that he mentioned where his girlfriend could be before the dumb idiot started smoking the stuff.

Finally, when Casimir emerged from the basement, he was met with the boyfriend. He kept saying 'the boyfriend' in his head but, truly, it was because he didn't recall what his name was. Dick? Rick? Something along those lines.

Casimir would mentally refer to him as Dick just because that's what the guy was.

Hell, even the one thing Casimir knew him for (being that bimbo's boyfriend) he couldn't do properly.

When the ditz wasn't paying attention, Dick? complained about how annoying his girlfriend was, about how much of a drag she was, how he was tired of her.

It was a surprise to Casimir since he had pretty much been singing her sonnets since he first met them when she was around to hear his compliments.

Though, it made sense when Casimir noticed the sleeze bag's eyes always seemed to be glued to her chest.

It just showed how two faced this entire group was, Casimir supposed.

"Hey, did you see where Chloe went?" Dick? asked, looking suspiciously at the door behind Casimir and then suspiciously at Casimir himself.

Casimir doubted it was because the idiot thought he killed his girlfriend, though. The man didn't look that smart.

"She mentioned she had a migraine? I think she might have gone to her room." Casimir looked towards the stairs before glancing to the front door "Or maybe she went outside for some fresh air? I don't exactly recall what she said."

The boyfriend clicked his tongue but, before he could leave, Casimir placed a hand on his forearm "By the way, she mentioned she takes medical marijuana for her migraines so I mentioned to her that my wife took some too, for her burns?"

When the guy turned back to look at Casimir, arrogant confused expression on his face, it took everything in Casimir not knock the living daylights out of the guy.

He bet he could make the same crater in this guy's head as he did in this guy's girlfriend's head with just his fist.

"She ran out and asked me for some. Emm had some extra so I figured--" Casimir shrugged and then held up the little baggy with the drugged weed "She told me to ask you to pay for it but, between you and me, it's honestly fine."

"My wife goes through so much pain, I can't even imagine--" Before Casimir could finish, the idiot snatched the baggy up and nodded quickly, that confused expression completely taken over by his arrogance.

"Of course! I'll make sure to get it to her!" Dick-head looked like it took everything in him not to cackle at Casimir.

And it took even more in Casimir not to choke the man.

Before he could be further tempted, Casimir just gave a curt nod and left for the kitchen.

He rolled his sleeves up and went to get ready for you to come downstairs.

It was a shame you had a change of clothes. He had an odd highly illogical fantasy of you borrowing clothes from them, maybe something of Emm's or of his, and then decending down the stairs.

He could imagine you, looking so breathtakingly theirs.

It didn't make sense to Casimir but he supposed his love for you didn't make any sense in the first place either. He would just have to keep you by his side and study you.

"Did you go shopping?" Emm suddenly appeared at his side as he got out cling-wrapped meat from the freezer above the refrigerator, her arm brushing against his waist.

Did you deal with one of them?

She was probably asking because she passed by the living room and noticed that there were only three of them.

"Yes, I did. But that meat is for next week." He pressed a kiss to her cheek, smirk playing on his lips as he closed the freezer door and opened the fridge "We're having the meat I bought last week. It will go bad if we don't have it now."

Yes, she's downstairs. I haven't cut her up into pieces yet. We're having that couple we killed from last week, the ones that tried to break into the factory to steal spare parts.

"You wan' me to take care of next weeks shopping since you've taken care of this weeks?" Emm tried not to grin too widely, excited by the victims that her husband had left for her.

"I mean, I have plans for next weeks shopping but, if the opportunity arises..." Casimir sighed like he was tired of the way Emm always seemed to go off script but, in reality, he was glad she always seemed to enjoy herself.

It was evident by the way that smirk on his face didn't even waver.

"I dun' know what I'd do without such a dedicated house-husband." Emm teased, mirroring Casimir's smirk as she cupped the side of his face and pressed her own kiss against his temple.

Casimir took the ingredients out one by one, bundling them into his arms "And dessert?"

The fourth one. The one best saved for last. That was, of course, you.

"We def'nitely have room for dessert." Emm pulled back enough to look Casimir in the eye and he knew that, from the expression on her face, she would take no arguments.

We're keeping them.

Casimir didn't want to argue with that. From looking at his face, Emm saw that.

"Good because dessert is the caramel flan I made last night." Casimir chuckled almost breathily as he finally pushed away from his wife and brought the food to the kitchen counter.

That one wasn't code at all but an honest fact. It took everything in Casimir to convince Emm not to scarf the six tins he made last night in one sitting.

"I'll jus' go move my bike into the garage." Emm sighed, her expression morphing to one of boredom as she stretched a little.

She didn't like the idea of having to go out into the rain but, if she left the bike just parked there, there was a possibility that it would rust.

It was just hard to go outside, to leave the house really, when you were inside, so close yet so far away. Emm had never felt so pained and lazy before until you.

Then, to make matters worse, while Casimir was getting the ingredients ready for dinner and Emm was putting on her work boots, that stupid boyfriend tried his moves on her.

Unfortunately, he didn't seem high at all.

Had he not smoked it yet? Casimir hadn't smelt anything so, perhaps, he was saving it for later?

Either way, it was stupid to flirt with Emm right there, where Casimir could obviously see them. Normally, Casimir would've lost it but he needed the night to be perfect so he figured he'd let Emm handle it.

"You goin' somewhere, gorgeous?" The idiot leaned against the wall, sleezy expression on his face as he eyed her up and down.

Emm tried her best not to sigh too loudly or even groan like she wanted to. Instead, she tied her boots and smiled politely at him "Yeah, jus' need't park my bike in the garage."

"Oh, you know, I know a lot about motorcycles." The guy didn't even wait to hear what Emm would say before he was putting his shoes on "Let me go with you."

At first, Emm's fist clenched and she felt her entire body tense. But then, she realised how good of an opportunity it was. She'd be able to get him alone.

So, she forced another smile onto her face as she nodded "Sure!"

"You know, my dad owns like five Harleys." He bragged as he stepped out of the house, that same smug look on his face as he walked with his hands in his pockets.

Emm wanted so badly to trip him into a puddle but, instead, she crossed her arms under her breasts and nodded, trying her best to look interested "Oh, I have a Harley in the garage."

"D-Do you?" The pervert didn't even disguise his staring "Why don't you show me that first? I can help you with your motorbike after."

Moron.

"Sure." Emm lead the way through a side door, letting them into the garage without triggering the loud garage door.

It was dark and, even when Emm pulled the string for the florescent lights, the entire room was still dimly lit.

The garage was kind of Emm's domain but she wasn't exactly proud of it. After all, though she could be a real genius when putting parts together, organisation wasn't her specialty.

Casimir had to come down every month or so and fix the place up for her. Even then, the entire place always ended up looking like a tornado went through in a week.

Basically, the clean look never lasted.

"Damn, you should tell your husband to clean up in here." The moron laughed as he stepped over some steel bars.

Emm tried not to cringe "Oh, Cas don't really come in here. The mess's mine."

"Yours?" He said, as if saying 'but you're a girl' and it wasn't the last straw for Emm but it was damn close to it.

She looked around, trying to see if there was anything fun to kill this guy with or if she'd have to go old fashioned and just fuck his head up with a wrench.

She knew she couldn't make too much noise, though, so no chainsaw or anything too fun. Even if splattering his guts everywhere would've been worth the clean-up.

"Sure, let's go with that then." The guy laughed one more time before caging Emm against one of the various shelves in the garage, his disgusting breath damp and putrid against her ear

Emm couldn't take it anymore. She grasped at something with her hand; it was smooth against her palm, dusty, something with metal and plastic.

Her arm was swinging before her brain could even connect the dots as to what it was.

The guy fell onto his back, screaming profanities as he clutched one of his eyes "You fucking bitch!"

Emm just straddled his chest, that grin she'd been suppressing for so long finally stretching out onto her face.

She looked down at her hand and noticed that she had grabbed a spare motorcycle headlight.

When she had swung, the entire thing had been a blur so she hadn't really seen what she had done to him. Even now, she couldn't see because he was covering it.

But the screw end of the motorcycle headlight was covered in blood and the ripped apart flesh of an eyeball. She could make out the veins against the whites, the chunks of it clinging to the grooves of the metal part.

It filled her with a rush to know that she'd jammed the entire thing in there in one try.

To prevent him from screaming any more, she grabbed his wrist and stuffed it into his mouth, essentially making him pretty much choke on his own flesh. Then, she saw a peek of it.

He was still trying to dig the heel of his palm there, as if putting it there would stop the bleeding. Which made sense, of course. But it definitely wouldn't make a difference.

In any case, when she had yanked his hand away, she saw that his eyeball was replaced with bloody indecipherable gore. There were torn parts of the whites of his eyes near the outsides but it didn't look like there was much of it.

She laughed and he continued to struggle, kicking and bucking, desperate to get her off.

"Oh, so you wan'o play with the bull but y'can't handle the horns?" Emm couldn't help but taunt him a little, relishing in the way his own teeth dug into his wrist as she pressed down on him harder.

Despite the fact that they were almost the same height, she was much stronger than him and holding him down wasn't even a contest.

Before long, though, the struggling and the gore started to bore her. She realised she'd gotten too messy and that she'd have to clean up before she could see you.

Which meant, of course, that it would take longer to go see you. Something that felt unacceptable in her eyes.

So, she bashed his face in with a motorcycle headlight. Over and over. Till his entire skull caved in. And the motorcycle headlight got crushed in her fist. Or till it got crushed against his skull?

Whichever one was stronger, she figured. Her palm would bruise but his head caved in so, she supposed, it was her fist?

It was unfortunate, really, but the anger had built up inside her and the way he had tried cheating on his girlfriend really rubbed Emm the wrong way.

It wasn't like they ever used the head or the brains for anything anyway.

Then, she wrapped his face with a towel she had lying around and she carried him to the basement using the back cellar doors.

If holding him down was pretty easy, this was a piece of cake. She just slung his arm around her shoulders and then wrapped her arm around his torso, holding him up entirely.

She would've fireman carried him but there wanted to stay as clean as possible so there was less clean up.

When she entered, Emm spotted his girlfriend and felt bad for her.

That feeling immediately vanished when Emm remembered how rude she was in the van, trying to take a picture of her like she was a freak or something.

The thing Emm really struggled with was putting him on the autopsy table. She always complained to Casimir about the things. She absolutely enjoyed the sausages he made and the soups too but it was so much work.

She had to put his upper body down first but, then, she did it wrong and accidentally hit his head against the edge. Not like he was still alive but it was still annoying.

Emm had to try again and then a third time. Finally, the third time worked but then she had to get his legs up which wasn't that much of a struggle but it was still time she wasn't spending upstairs!

Where the two loves of her life was!

To make matters worse, as she was doing that, the stupid bimbo woke up and started struggling and stuttering and freaking out. She was crying up a storm, begging and pleading for her life and her boyfriend's life.

Like his entire face wasn't caved in and bloody already?

Emm just left her be and went to go wash her own face, hide the idiots' things, lock one of the guest doors and change her own clothes again.

Hopefully, the bimbo would just tire herself and bleed out.

"You okay, my love?" Casimir cupped her cheeks, pressing their foreheads together.

Emm just sighed and rolled her eye before nodding her head "Jus'... wanted to ask you 'bout somethin'."

Casimir smirked at that and pressed a kiss to Emm's lips before continuing what he was doing with prepping ingredients "What is it, my love?"

"I d'no if I was p'ck'n up what you were puttin' down before." Emm crossed her arms and leaned her back against the kitchen counter "But you... you think they're real pr'tty too, right?"

Casimir felt his ears get just a little bit hot but, of course, he quickly nodded because he never hid anything from his wife "We'd of course have to get rid of the nuisances but..."

Emm quickly nodded and hugged Casimir from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of his ear "I love 'em so much and I don' know why but I just--"

"I know, dear, calm down." Casimir laughed a bit breathily, trying to keep an understanding expression on his face as he smiled at his rather nervous and bashful wife.

The two of them had been with each other long enough that they could have discreet conversations without having other people know about what they were truly talking about.

For Emm to outright ask him these questions, she must've been really concerned about this. So, of course, he wanted to reassure her as best as he could.

"I'm very interested in them as well. Don't worry." He sliced into the middle of a bell pepper with precision, his ears feeling a little hot from his confession.

Casimir wasn't the best at confessing his feelings but, still, he wanted to make his intentions clear to his wife so she wouldn't be so insecure.

"Y'think they'd go for it?" Emm bit her lip a little, frown gracing her lips as she tightened her hold on her husband "Go f'r me?"

"My dear, you are a mighty fine specimen of a woman. If they don't go for you, well..." Casimir thought on the plethora of drugs he had in the basement and smiled, his finger tracing the silver sheen of the knife in his hand "I have a plan for that."

"You an' your plans." Emm huffed, her breath ruffling Casimir's locks a little bit.

Casimir just laughed again, all airy and soft, before shrugging her off and returning to slicing and dicing the peppers for the steak dinner he was making "Why don't you go and fix the garage? I know you were in a hurry and you didn't clean up after yourself."

Emm groaned, burying her face into her husband's neck. He reached behind her and, for a second, she thought he'd comfort her somehow. Instead, he thread his fingers into his hair and gave a hard yank, pulling her head up so that her ear was right next to his lips.

"You know how I feel about messes right, my dear?" Emm couldn't properly see Casimir's expression but she could imagine what it was: that wide sadistic smirk he always had when people tested him or when something interested him a bit too much

So, she huffed and rolled her eyes "Fine, fine."

Casimir let go easily enough and she unravelled her arms from around his torso, pulling away from him but not before pressing a kiss against his cheek.

She'd go clean up as fast as she could and then, maybe, she'd go join you and Casimir in preparing dinner.

Casimir watched as Emm left to go deal with her mess, a fond smile on his face.

Unfortunately, the peace was interrupted when he was shoved from the side by that one guy who loved tormenting you.

He remembered this guy's name purely because he hated him so much: Bran. Like the cereal. What an idiot.

Casimir had heard the footsteps so he hadn't been surprised by the shove but he hadn't exactly braced himself either so, when he was pushed against the counter, the knife clattered out of his hand.

It didn't matter. If needed, Casimir had other things he could kill this douche bag with.

Hopefully, he wouldn't have to. Casimir was hoping to bleed this one out and torture him slowly.

Casimir and Emm both noticed the way Bran had stared after you, looking at you like you were an object to be lusted after, like you belonged to Bran, all while he already had a girlfriend.

It definitely disgusted Casimir and he knew that cheating was a sore subject for Emm.

"The fuck are you two talking about?" Bran tried to sound as menacing as possible.

"Nothing." Casimir just smirked as he turned to face the asshole, hoping this man would give him any reason at all to humiliate him "Can I help you?"

"I'm fucking on to you." Bran spat out which, of course, made Casimir feel especially disgusted. "You and your fucking freak wife."

Casimir felt a little bit of his sanity snap when Bran said that specific phrase but he knew he had to hold back "On to me about what exactly?"

"I don't know." The question made Bran back off and the admission made Casimir smirk mockingly at him.

Bran looked like he was about to punch Casimir in the face but, before he could, Casimir took him by the wrist and straightened himself so that he was easily taller than Bran.

"We have helped you, we have sheltered you and we are now about to feed you. I will not have you disrespect me in my own home." Casimir smirked from ear to ear, his eyes boring into Bran's "So, tell me what your problem is with your words, like an adult, or get the hell out of my face."

Casimir could at least give credit to the man: he was fearless. Bran didn't back down. "They're mine."

"Your girlfriend?" Casimir played innocent, all the while his grip on Bran's wrist tightened to the point of being unbearable.

He could see it in Bran's face; the man was wincing and flinching away but the feeble tugs he tried to make were no match for Casimir's grasp.

Still, stubbornly, Bran continued "You know who I'm talking about."

Casimir finally let go "I am quite sure I do not. In any case, neither my wife nor I have any interest in your girlfriend."

"Where is she anyway?" Casimir added, dusting himself off and wiping Bran's spittle off of his skin.

"She's high right now so she's in Chloe and Dirk's room." Bran growled, still as aggressive as before but unable to make a move against Casimir since he was cradling his wrist "Once Chloe and Dirk get back, we're fucking out of here."

"Have fun driving with three wheels." Casimir just turned back to the food, not at all worried about the idiot behind him.

Oh, but Casimir definitely stored this entire event in his mind, knowing for a fact that he'd get his revenge later.

Bran didn't respond but he could hear the moron's thumping steps as he ran up the stairs and slammed one of the doors.

After your dinner with the two them, Casimir watched as you excused yourself and went outside.

Emm looked worried but Casimir didn't have a single doubt in his mind. His plans were absolute and he wouldn't let you escape. He had planned for every single eventuality and he would make sure you were theirs.

"Wait a few minutes before going after her." He said instead, pressing a kiss against her forehead as he started putting the dishes away.

"What about you?" She glanced at him warily.

Casimir simply picked up one of the sheathed knives with a bored expression on his face "I think the other two got high so I better just chloroform them and bring them downstairs."

Emm seemed satisfied by that because she grinned, laughing at Casimir's expression "What kind'a fucked up freaks are we that we get both'red when the killin's all borin'?"

Casimir just clipped the leather knife sheath to his belt loop and stepped towards his wife, kissing her chastely on the lips "Why, my dearest, the best kind, of course."

[frog-writes-for-fun]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Last life Mumbo x gn!reader? Hurt/comfort pls! (Idk how I want the fic to go so I'm letting you choose :] )

Hello Tobyn! I've seen you around a couple of my mutuals' blogs, and it's good to meet you!

Big thanks to Nix for this one! Your answer to the anon a few days ago about how to write angst to fluff was really helpful!

Accidentally on Purpose

LL!Mumbo x gn!Reader (romantic)

Summary: When your partner becomes the Boogeyman, tensions are high.

Warnings: Death (not descriptive), strained relationships.

Note: Angst (not super angsty, though) to fluff.

“Mumbo?” As you ducked into your shared base, you called out for your partner. He’d been missing all morning, and none of the other Southlanders had seen him since yesterday.

Glancing around the single room of the bunker, you saw no sign of Mumbo beyond the note he’d left for you that morning. Going up to the table it sat on, you reread the scrawled words, searching for any clue as to where he had gone.

Y/N,

I’m going out to work on a project. It shouldn’t take too long, and I’ll be back when it works. See you soon. I love you!

Mumbo

You didn’t remember him telling you about any upcoming projects, and that of itself was strange. Usually your partner would ramble to you excitedly about anything he was working on.

Flipping over the paper, you saw nothing on the backside besides a few spots where the ink had soaked through and a few particles of redstone that must have fallen off of Mumbo’s clothing. Scowling, you folded it back up and set it down. Shifting over to the chests along one wall, you pulled out a suit of iron armour and a shield. You knew better than to go outside the walls without any defences.

As you strapped the shield to one arm, you shouldered open the heavy iron door to leave. Blinking in the bright sunlight, you gazed around the Southlands. Grian and Jimmy stood discussing something outside the large cave that sat at the centre of the camp, while Impulse and Martyn patrolled atop the wooden walls.

As you walked up to Grian and Jimmy’s conversation you gave a nod in greeting, which the others returned. “Going somewhere?” Grian motioned to your equipment.

“Yes. Mumbo’s still missing, and I’m going to look for him. I should be back by night, whether or not I find him.”

“You’re going alone? Are you sure you don’t want any help?” Jimmy looked a bit concerned, but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine! I’ve got all my gear and no one’s on red yet so it’s still pretty safe.” Jimmy hummed in acknowledgement. Bidding a quick farewell, you approached the gate of the Southlands. Calling up to Impulse and Martyn, you let them know that you were heading out and to expect you back around nightfall, if not earlier. When they gave an affirmative response you leaped over the gate and trotted off into the woods.

You began by following the main path that led to spawn. Keeping an eye out for other players and creepers, you kept one hand on the hilt of your sword. Despite what you’d told Jimmy about there being no red names on the server at the moment, you still had to be careful in case you met the Boogeyman.

Your mind wandered slightly from your actual path. If Mumbo was working on a project, where could that be? It obviously wasn’t around the Southlands, so it probably wasn’t a defensive thing. Was it something to attack another group? You weren’t currently at war, but maybe it was a preventative measure.

To entertain this possibility, you made a circuit between all of the different factions. Some of them you just skirted the outsides, while others you felt more comfortable actually talking to the occupants. No one had seen Mumbo.

The sun had long since hit its zenith and was now on a course to set. Under the cover of the trees surrounding the Fairy Fort, it was already almost dark. Ducking between the trees and under low-hanging branches, you continued to scan your surroundings for movement.

An arrow shot out of the darkness. It stuck into your shoulder, and you let out a cry of pain. Grimacing, you raised your shield to deflect the next shot and lept toward the skeleton archer. You managed to land one good hit, and as you raised your shield again the skeleton crumbled. Standing behind the falling body, sword completing its swing, was Mumbo.

“Mumbo!” You launched yourself at him, flinging your arms around him.

He stumbled, unprepared for the sudden weight. Chuckling, he stabilised himself on a nearby tree before leaning in and giving you a peck on the cheek. “Hello love.”

Stepping back, you gave Mumbo a cuff on the shoulder. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all day!”

“I’ve been working on something that could really help the Southlands! Do you want to see it?” Mumbo’s smile was wide. He must be really proud of this creation.

“Of course! You know I love seeing your builds!” As you returned his enthusiasm, Mumbo’s grin grew even bigger.

He began to pull you into the woods. “This way!”

Your partner led you through a winding trail, the both of you keeping a sharp eye out for mobs. Eventually you came to a stony cliff, with a narrow tunnel dug into the surface. You didn’t recognise the location. Mumbo must have chosen it because it was a hidden place.

Mumbo led the way into the corridor. It wound up and down and around, until you had almost lost your bearings. A tunnel of this length shouldn’t fit in the cliffside that you’d seen when you entered!

“Mumbo?” He gave an acknowledging hum. “How long is this tunnel?”

He turned to face you. “Not much further.” Were his eyes glowing? Grabbing your wrist, Mumbo continued down the passageway. You tried to pull your hand away- he was moving too quickly. He didn’t let go. Resigning yourself to moving faster, you half-ran after him.

He pulled you into a natural cave. Stepping into the room, you looked around. It was large and… empty. Turning to Mumbo, you cocked your head in confusion. “Mumbo, where’s the-” You stopped, your eyes widening at the sight that befell you.

Mumbo stood next to a lever on the wall, one hand on the stick. His eyes were definitely glowing. Glowing red. He shoved the lever down.

You yelped, leaping toward him. “Mumbo-” The floor dropped out from below your feet, and you began to fall. The last thing you saw was red.

<Y/N tried to swim in lava.>

You woke up, gasping, in your bed. Leaping up, you rushed outside. The rest of the Southlanders were gathered in the centre of the fort. Noticing your appearance, Impulse waved you over.

“What happened?” Grian was the first to speak. “We were about to send out a search party when we got the death message.”

You were out of breath. “Mumbo was the boogeyman.” The others stared at you in shock.

“And he killed you? He could have gone for anyone!” Jimmy sounded in disbelief.

“I know.” Your voice was cold. “I don’t know if he thought I would be weak, or easy prey, or if he was even thinking.” Your face was stern. “If he was, he made the wrong decision.” Grian glanced around at the others with wide eyes. Jimmy, Impulse, and Martyn held looks of concern as they looked around.

Martyn was the first to break the silence. “I feel sorry for Mumbo.” You glared at him. “I mean, he kind of deserves it, but still. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that look.”

Jimmy gave a short laugh. “I don’t think Mumbo wants to be either.”

Catching a flash of movement from the corner of your eye, you turned toward the Southlands gate. Leaping over the entrance was Mumbo Jumbo himself. “Speak of the devil.”

Mumbo walked over to your group, watching you nervously. Impulse was the first to greet him. “Welcome back! You had us all worried when you just disappeared this morning.”

Mumbo chuckled. “Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t want to be around you guys when the curse set in.”

“Seems to me like it didn’t make much of a difference.”

He met your eyes before dropping his gaze. “I didn’t have a choice. The day was almost over.”

“Right.” Turning to the others, you addressed them. “I’m going to reorganise the chests. I’ll see you all later.”

You could hear the others striking up a conversation with Mumbo as you left.

Inside the bunker, you had plenty of time to stew in your thoughts as you mindlessly sorted through the items in your chests. You were finally interrupted when the door swung open. Your partner stood there, a bit awkwardly as he met your gaze.

“Hello.” You didn’t respond, choosing to return to the chests instead. Mumbo came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “How mad are you?”

“Pretty mad.” You continued to work through the pile of items in the chest.

Mumbo planted a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t feel like I had another option or I would have gone for it.” You couldn’t help but smile briefly.

Twisting around, you faced your partner. “I’m fairly sure you had at least one other option. You weren’t that far from the Fairy Fort, you could have lured one of them out.”

“I suppose I could have. The Boogeyman disagreed, though.”

“You speak like you weren’t the Boogeyman.”

Mumbo took a step away and rubbed the back of his neck. “The Boogeyman curse is… strange. I wasn’t fully in control.”

“Would you hold Joel accountable for his kills?” You studied Mumbo’s face intently for his reaction.

He thought over the question for a moment. “Well, yes. He’s a red though-”

“It’s the same thing!”

Mumbo tried to protest, but you cut him off again.

“I’m not even mad because you killed me; I’m mad that you betrayed me! If you had told me that you were the Boogeyman, I would have given you permission to take one of my lives!” Mumbo looked taken aback by your words.

“You would have?” There was clear shock in Mumbo’s voice.

You sighed. “Yes! If I were the Boogeyman, I would have told you, not run away and hide from my friends! I would have asked you to help me, probably.”

“Oh.” Mumbo fell silent, contemplating this. “I’m sorry.”

“I know. I’m not sure I truly forgive you, and I certainly can’t forget this, but I think I understand why you did it.”

The two of you stood in comfortable quiet for a moment. “I’ll take that.” Mumbo was the first to speak.

You smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Mumbo looked down before meeting your eyes again. “Does this mean I can kiss you?”

“Only if you promise that if you’re Boogeyman again, we won’t have a repeat of this situation.”

Mumbo grinned. “That’s a promise I can easily make.”

[moriiartist]

hi! can i request some pinning headcanons for mumbo? i loved your recent grian fic btw!

PINING MUMBO HCS

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ PAIRING(S) \ C!Mumbo Jumbo x GN!Reader

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ SYNOPSIS \ Pining HCs for our local homicidal spoon- Mumbo!

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ WARNINGS \ Mild language

 ۫  ּ   ִֶָ  ࣪✦ A/N \ I think I missed the peak time to post this during the Mumbo Drought, but I hope you guys will still appreciate this little fic about one of my favorite block men :P (also for some reason I really thought that the song rises the moon fits this, so do with that what you will)

For Mumbo, the way he feels and expresses his care has always been something that sets him apart from the rest of the Hermits. 

Where Grian’s emotions burst and explode like fireworks, and Scar’s cheerful but mischievous presence curls like the corner of a Cheshire grin, Mumbo’s is much more unassuming.

Mumbo’s affection is slow, threading through his bones and wrapping around his heart like the gossamer-soft tendrils of an ivy vine.

Before he realizes it’s even there, the roots have burrowed so deep that it would be madness to try and imagine himself not spending the rest of his life without that care, without that friendship.

It happened with Grian, with Scar, with almost every friend he’s ever made, and… you.

With you, though, the feeling is different- it runs so much deeper than anything that could be misconstrued as platonic.

If you asked Mumbo when he fell in love with you, he might say that a part of him has always been.

Or, alternatively, he might burst into flames on the spot.

Even before he really recognized how he felt about you for what it is(which is, spoiler alert, complete and total endearment), he was still noticeably… softer, perhaps, when it came to you.

You’d have to be looking for the signs of his budding crush to notice it, but the signs are definitely there.

Stopping in the middle of his sentences whenever you had to say something, never hesitating to offer his help even when he might’ve had to put his projects on hold- just little things like that.

Some part of him is always tuned into you, your needs, whatever you’re doing.

“Mumbo! Are you out here?” you called, trotting towards where the tall Hermit had made his base, a hill that overlooked the winding river that cut through where almost all of the players had decided to settle. It had taken a lot longer than it should’ve to get the thing constructed, what with Grian determined to wax all of his copper blocks to be a nuisance, but now it stood proudly silhouetted against the limpid blue sky.

The sound of voices grew as you approached, and you picked up your pace, your focus now locked onto the small hut that Mumbo had built next to the contraption that housed all of his wealth.

“Mumbo?” you asked, poking your head in through the door. Two figures greeted you on the other side, both Mumbo and Scar huddled over a table in the middle of the room. Mumbo was the first of them to react, trailing off in the middle of whatever he was saying as he made eye contact with you. Scar wasn’t far behind.

Realizing that you had probably interrupted something important, you cleared your throat, pointedly ignoring the slight heat that had risen in your cheeks. “Oh, were you two busy? I can leave, it wasn’t urgent-”

“No, no!” Mumbo said abruptly, one hand shooting out to stop you before you could slip back through the door. “It’s alright! I’m happy to help.”

He looked a little tired, with faint circles under his eyes and his usually neatly kept hair wild like he had been running his hands through it while he thought. His suit jacket was missing, too, baring his semi-rumpled button-up shirt, which had been carelessly rolled up at the elbows.

“Are you sure?” you murmured, your eyebrows ticking down into a soft scowl. You certainly didn’t want him to feel obligated to help you out when he really didn’t need to. He looked busy enough as-is.

“It’s fine.” he asserted again, more calm this time. His eyes were genuine and pleading, and you felt your hesitation fade even as he turned to look at Scar “You don’t mind waiting for a bit while we sort this out, yeah?

The brunette shrugged, his signature cheery smirk slowly spreading across his face. His green eyes, however, were sharp as they bounced between you and the dark-haired Redstoner. “I was going to have to go feed my Jellie cat pretty soon, I don’t mind putting our plans on hold.”

A hint of relief passed over Mumbo’s face. “That sound good. Now, uh, what did you need?”

“I really didn’t mean to intrude, but I was trying to build a stasis machine and I just realized that I’m out of ender pearls…”

Grinning somewhat sheepishly, you tugged on the straps of your armor. “Well, I suppose I was wondering if I could borrow some? I promise I’ll pay you back later, maybe with an IOU? If that sounds good?”

Mumbo laughed, a slightly breathless sound, and ushered you over. “I have a few in my inventory. And I’ll be taking you on that IOU, so you might want to start regretting it.”

Rolling your eyes, you accepted the pearls he handed you, thinking nothing of the way his hands lingered a little too long on yours.

“Yeah, yeah- just don’t get to used to the power trip, mustache man.”

You’re like the Earth, and he’s a satellite bound to your orbit- but one that’s completely oblivious to its ensnarement.

Hell, it took Grian point-blank telling Mumbo he had a crush for it to even begin to register, and the second that it clicks, well…

He’s in a bit of a Crisis™

On one hand, putting a name to how he felt about you was cathartic, leaving him feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

On the other- what the hell is he supposed to do now.

It’s not like he can just act normal, right? He’s just had this huge revelation, and he’s bound to act differently, and Oh Nox, what is you figure it out-

Despite his fears, Mumbo isn’t actually all that obvious.

Sure, he’s a little more nervous around you, more hesitant to try the casual touches that you had grown acclimated to over your friendship, but again, it’s nothing you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking for it.

He finds himself staring at you all the time now, and not even just admiring how you look, no. One of his favorite pastimes is just watching the expressions flit across your face while you read a particularly good book, suppressing a quiet chuckle the more dramatic they are.

Mumbo just likes you, and he’s terrified about it.

Give him some time to work up the courage, but he’ll confess to you eventually.

He may be a patient man, but the sooner he can embrace you without having to worry if you can hear his thundering heartbeat through his skin, the better.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

My Best Friend's Family: Chapter 2

Christopher Herrmann x Teen!Fem!Reader, Herrmann Family x Teen!Reader

Series MasterList

Series Summary: When everything seems to be falling apart your best friend, Lee Henry and his family are there to help.

Chapter Summary: Will has some bad news.

Series Warnings: Single parent, death of a parent, foster care system, adoption

Chapter Warnings: terribly written medical mumbo jumbo, death of a parent, mentions DCFS,

Reader's Age: 16

You had spent the night in that chair. Nothing changed, she didn't wake up yet. Lee Henry was at school, against his protests. After shift Mouch came down to the hospital. He came alone cause they didnt want to overwhelm you. Herrmann was giving them updates. Though there wasn't much.

"Dr. Halstead is she going to wake up soon?" You sit up in the seat as he walks in.

"Her body needs time to rest so she might be asleep for a little while."

"Okay." You say as herrmann walks in with a soda for you. "Thank you." You smiled opening it. Halstead finishes checking everything out before leaving the hospital room.

"Your welcome. Cindy called your school. Lee Henry is going to be bringing your homework here so you don't get behind." Herrmann sits down.

"Okay." You adjust yourself in the seat and look at the tv that was playing some random movie you hadn't been paying much attention to.

"Hey y/n." Lee Henry walks into the room. "How's your mom?"

"She hasn't woken up yet but Dr. Halstead is hopeful."

"That's good right? If a doctor is hopeful." He says tossing his bookbag down by your chair.

"Yeah."

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"What did you get for question 7?" You asked Lee Henry. You needed a distraction so you were doing the homework.

"Uh C."

"Thanks."

"You know they're not expecting you to finish all the homework right away." Christopher says from where he and Cindy sat.

"I just need a distraction." You mumble jotting down answers.

"Okay. Don't over work though kid." He tells you looking at the tv. It was playing a random movie that no one was really paying attention to.

"Hey." Dawson says as her and Casey peak into the hospital room. "How is she?"

"She's stable hasn't woken up though." Hermann says getting up to hug her. You look up at the couple from your homework.

"How are you doing y/n?" Casey asks, you've met him and Dawson. Your often tag along to the firehouse with the herrmann kids. Even go to the family barbeque as long as your mom didnt work. So no one at the firehouse is a complete stranger to you.

"Fine." You shrug putting the pencil down.

"Whatcha doing?" Casey walks over looking at the piece of paper. "History?"

"Yeah." You say writing another answer down. "You want to help?"

"No I'm done with high school." He chuckles patting your shoulder.

"Whatever." You shrug. Everyone:s attention going to the bed as the machines begin beeping and your mom started seizing. You jump to your feet standing next to the bed. "Mom!"

"Help! We need a doctor!" Lee Henry gets up hurrying out of the room. Casey pulls you away from the bed and out of the room when the doctors come in. Once the doors get shut he lets go of you. Cindy is quick to pull you into a hug, you cry into her shoulder.

Nothing was said as you pulled out of the hug and followed Christopher to the waiting room. Everyone sits down in the waiting room. You sat in between Herrmann and Cindy, Lee Henry sat next to Cindy, with Gabby on the other side of him. Casey sits next to Gabby, looking over at you. You have your knees brought to your chest and you're staring at the wall.

You didn't react as Herrmann wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You stayed staring blankly at the wall until Will comes out. You stand up breaking from your trance.

"Is she okay?" You asked.

"She has some internal bleeding around her heart that we didn't catch originally. We have to take her into surgery again to try and stop it." He explains.

"Okay." You say. He nods before going back into he room. A couple moments later they come out and take your mom to surgery. You sit back down in your seat, and Herrmann wraps an arm around your shoulders again this time you lean into him. Casey sneaks off to update the house and get drinks. He gets the adults coffee while he got you and Lee Henry hot chocolate. He passes the drinks out before sitting back in his seat.

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Matt and Gabby had to leave since gabby had to get to Molly's. Mouch and Trudy offered to come down but Christopher declined. You didn't look like you wanted visitors. Besides Dawson was raising money for you and your mom at the bar. Anyway Lee Henry was now sat beside you trying to comfort you. You weren't breaking down, you were frozen. You eyes hadn't left the door since they took your mom back there. You drank your hot cocoa but you didn't look away from the door. You also haven't said anything. So Lee Henry is unsure of how to help you. He was holding your hand and trying to get you to talk or something.

You snapped from your haze as Will walks out. The look on his face didn't bring you much comfort.

"Is she okay?" You stood up.

"The bleed was worse than we originally thought it was. They couldn't save her." He says softly. You felt numb, everything happened so fast as Christopher pulled you into a hug letting you cry into his shirt. Once you pull from the hug with Herrmann Cindy pulls you into another one.

"It's going to be okay." She whispered in your ear. You said nothing as you pulled from the hug. You now notice that Herrmann was no where to be found.

"Where's Christopher?" You asked softly.

"The doctor had to talk to him about something." Lee Henry explains. You nodded sitting back down, he follows wrapping an around you. You rest your head his shoulder.

"It's not fair." You mumble. Herrmann walks back in, looking angry.

"Cindy." Herrmann takes her off to the side to talk. You and hennry looked at them confused but neither of you didn't say anything.

"Whatever it is they'll handle it." Lee Henry assures you.

"It's probably about where I'm gonna go." You mumble. "I have no one now." You wipe the tears from your eyes.

"You still have me, and my family." He assures, "maybe they'll let you live with us, we can share room, we already said we'd be roommates after high school. This is pretty much the same thing."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is. No arguing you're in distress." He gently pushes your head back down when you tried to lift it to argue with him.

"Shut up." You mumble. He was going to respond but his parents started walking back over. You sat up ready for whatever news they have for you. You already hear the worse news of your life so whatever they're going to say isn't gonna change much.

"DCFS is on their way. We're going to talk to them to see if you can live with us. We don't know if your mom had a plan in place for where you'd go." Christopher tells you.

"I thought you didn't want more kids?" You asked. You don't why that was the first thing you thought of but it was.

"We don't want more babies. Besides your pretty much our kid anyway you're always at our house." Cindy tells you.

"We're gonna be siblings." Lee Henry told you. Your friendship has always been like siblings anyway. You nod to show you were listening but you didn't say anything. Sure you love the Herrmann family they're your home away from home but you didn't want them. You want your mom, you need your mom.

"Let's not get that far ahead of ourselves now." Herrmann says. He looked at you, you still had tears streaming down your face but you weren't sobbing anymore. "Kiddo you're going to be okay."

"I hope you're right."

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[lunar-writes-things]

??? How do I entertain 100 peoples?

Welcome all to plethora of spelling mistakes and galaxy (mainly the moon and stars) related things!

ANYWAY- instead of what I promised you, You get to be able to tead about my ratsona for about 1k words :D

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Read under the cut!

"I look at you, and I'm Home." The words came out in a breath and  Y/n saw tears gathering in their eyes and as Y/n cupped their face they melted like putty "And I know I'm safe because I'm here... Here with you."

A soft a fluffy moment between you and your favorite boatem member <3

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And as a special treat for the Mumbo Missers (*ahem* everyone)

"To me, You're perfect." Mumbo sighed and pressed his lips to their forehead. When he pulled away Y/n grabbed his face and pulled him down to press a kiss to his lips, gritty with redstone dust but lighting up with the electricity between them 

[avengers-r-us]

LOVE AT FIRST TASTE

SUMMARY: AU where you can taste whatever your soulmate tastes. (Soulbound/soulmate)

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WARNINGS: None.

Dedicated to the lovely @ruckystarnes​ thank you for giving me the opportunity to enter your writing contest, I hope you like it! :)

It is known by little to none, that Bucky suffered from impaired taste. This meant that he could barely taste the food he ate. This shocked the whole tower one day when Bucky ran through the tower yelling at the top of his lungs that he could taste jam on his lips, specifically blueberry jam and boy did it bring back a lot of memories.

“Blueberries…” Bucky whispered, touching his lips gingerly and sighing.

“What mumbo, jumbo are you ranting on about Winter?” Tony spoke up as the team assembled in the lounge room, all giving Bucky incredulous looks apart from Wanda and Natasha who were giggling knowingly.

Shakily trying to push back the horrid memories of his time in Hydra, Bucky licked his lips accidentally, the taste of blueberries calming his rapid heartbeat as he spoke “As you all know, Hydra did experiments on me day and night for the 50 years I was under their control. Meaning, the chemicals they forced down my throat basically killed my taste buds. I could barely taste anything, until this morning. A sudden sensation came over me and I could taste blueberries on my lips like I was eating them, but I had just woken up…”

“It’s your soulmate.” Wanda spoke, her thick Sokovian accent snapping Bucky from his thoughts. “What?” He replied, a subtle eye roll as he thought of the mere reality of her theory being true.

“It’s simple.” Natasha spoke up this time, her signature smirk forming on her face as she explained to the confused man “Whatever you’re tasting. It’s what your soulmate is tasting.” Bucky let out a bitter chuckle, his tongue subconsciously moving back to his lips. “So you’re telling me. That every morning when I have my coffee at exactly 8am. My soulmate can taste that?” “Exactly.” 

Letting out a huff, Bucky began to walk down the hall towards the elevator with Steve trailing behind him. “Buck…” Steve spoke sympathetically, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder comfortingly as they stood in front of the elevator. “I’m okay Steve, just gonna go for a run and get a coffee, i’m behind schedule”

With a ding, the elevator doors opened and Y/N walked out, looking as classy as always, she wore a simple black pencil skirt paired with a white button up shirt and black stilettos. Her hair was pulled into a sleek bun and her arms filled with papers.

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers. Mr. Barnes.” she flashed her award winning smile as she stepped out of the elevator. “Bucky.” The man spoke up, a small smile forming on his face as he admired the woman. “You can call me Bucky.” Y/N smiled gratefully at Bucky.

“Where are you off to?” she spoke up, trying to make polite conversation. “Going for a jog. Let off some steam.”

Nodding her head, Y/N shifted the papers in her arms as they became heavier by the minute. Noticing this and wanting to give the two some time alone, Steve butted in. “Here let me help you.” Bundling the files into his arms, he nodded at the two “I’ll go and hand them out to the team.”

Without his eyes leaving Y/N face, Bucky said goodbye to Steve and continued to stare at the woman, taking in every perfection and imperfection before his eyes wondered to her lips. How he wondered what they tasted like.

“I better get going. Enjoy your jog, Bucky.” Y/n smiled brightly before following after Steve. Grinning bashfully, Bucky sighed happily as the elevator doors opened and walked in.

“Hey guys.” Y/N spoke cheerfully as she reached the team, moving around the room she greeted each Avenger. “What’s that smell?” Clint spoke up as she pulled him in for a hug. Confused expressions formed on the faces of heroes as all eyes moved to Y/N. Moving close to her face, he inhaled deeply before questioning “Blueberries?”

“O-oh. Yes. My new lipgloss is blueberry flavoured.”

Instantly groans could be heard throughout the room. Y/N scanned the room, surveying the team’s odd response to the discovery of her new lipgloss. Tony handed Thor $50. Clint was smirking at her. Bruce was softly laughing. Wanda and Natasha were smiling at Y/N like proud mothers. Vision was looking confused and Steve was gobsmacked.

“Is everything okay?” Y/N asked wearily, becoming increasingly self conscious. Looking over at Wanda she waited for her friend to fill her in, but before Wanda could open her mouth Steve had given the witch a disapproving look.

“Let them figure it out themselves.”

“Figure what out?” The Y/N asked once more trying to piece together the reason behind the team’s odd behaviour. “Don’t make me ask J.A.R.V.I.S.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little mind.” Tony spoke up with a grin, before telling J.A.R.V.I.S. to ‘keep his computer mouth shut’. Groaning in frustration Y/N licked her lips, a habit she picked up recently, but scrunched her face as she could taste the odd combination of coffee and cinnamon.

Sensing her discomfort, Steve casted a worried glance in her direction. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” Shaking her head in reassurance, Y/N smiled. “Just have a weird taste in my mouth. Coffee and cinnamon…”

Eyes wide, the whole team glanced at one another. Tony let out an obnoxious laugh before he changed the subject to the files Y/N had brought. What on earth was going on?

Later that night…

“Hey…” Bucky spoke wearily, walking up behind Y/N who was applying some lipgloss to her lips in the reflection on the toaster in the tower’s kitchen. Suddenly, the scent of blueberries overcame Bucky’s senses. Jumping from fright, Y/N dropped her lipgloss on the ground. Crouching down, Bucky quickly picked it up. Lifting it closer to smell it, his eyes widened. “Blueberries…”

“Why does everyone keep going on about my lipgloss?” Y/N laughed before taking it from Bucky’s hand and putting the lid back on it. Eyes wide, Bucky turned his back towards the woman and began to make himself a coffee. “Where are you off to, doll?” He cleared his voice, tapping his metal fingers anxiously against the cool counter. “I’ve got a date! Stark had me work overtime, so I had to get ready here.” Bucky’s body physically tense when he heard that. His blood began to boil at the thought of her with another man. Quickly grabbing a napkin from the counter, Bucky grabbed a pen and scribbled his number on it. Taking a deep breath he turned around and handed it to her.

“Steve insisted that I get a phone, if you need anything. I’m just a call away.” Awestruck, the woman stood there staring at the Bucky. A faint smile formed on her lips as she neatly tucked the napkin into her purse. “Thank you, Bucky.” Gently, Y/N took Bucky’s left hand in her own, the cool metal was refreshing against her warm, clammy hands. Bucky looked down at their clasped hands and then back up to her face, his face flushing as he could almost feel the warmth of her hand in his.

Clearing his voice, he let go of her hand as the coffee machine beeped signalling that his coffee was ready, turning around he poured the coffee into a mug and added cinnamon to the top. “Well… I guess I should get going…” with one last smile, Y/N spun on her heel and rushed into the elevator, pressing her back against the wall, she took a deep breath.

“Miss Y/N, are you alright?” The robotic voice of J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke, causing the woman to move off the wall and stand straight. “Just dandy…”

“Do you have a reservation?” The waiter spoke as Y/N walked into the restaurant. “Yeah, It should be under the name Tom” Y/N watched as the worker’s face dropped.

“Oh- um right this way” Y/N followed the waiter to the table, Y/N’s face dropped as she noticed that Tom wasn’t alone. Sitting in Y/N’s chair was a pretty red-head. “Thank you” Y/N nodded at the man before directing her attention to Tom.

“Hi Tom, remember me” The Y/H/C chuckled bitterly.

“Oh…hi…” Tom spoke, not looking at Y/N as he talked. “I ordered you a root beer” he gestured to the tall glass on the table. Looking down at the glass, Y/N then looked back at Tom “For me? Thank you!“ picking up up the glass, she took a small sip from the glass before pouring it all over Tom and the mystery girl.

“Really, Y/N. You always pick the jerks.” she muttered to herself as she stormed out of the restaurant. Putting her hand in her purse, she rummaged through trying to find her phone. Finding it, she pulled it out along with the neatly folded napkin which fell to the floor. Picking it up, she stared at it sadly before using it to wipe away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. Furrowing her eyebrows, she lifted the napkin to her nose and took a quick sniff of the napkin. Coffee and cinnamon. Eyes widening, she quickly pulled her keys out of her bag and sped back to the tower.

“STEVE!” Bucky yelled, running into the gym and pulling the earphones out of his best friend’s ears. Stunned, Steve wiped the sweat from his forehead and grabbed his bottle of water. “What’s wrong, Buck?”

“Her lipgloss. It’s blueberry flavoured.” Bucky began to laugh as he repeated his sentence. Grabbing Steve by the shoulders he grinned “It’s her. Y/N’s lipgloss is blueberry flavoured.” His smile faded as the taste of root bear flooded his tastebuds. “What’s wrong, Buck?” Steve spoke, concern evident on his face. “I can taste root beer. Y/N hates root beer.”

Without warning, Bucky sprinted out the room towards the elevator. Furiously pressing the button he tapped his foot impatiently waiting for the doors to open. As the elevator doors opened, he quickly jumped in and hit the ground level. His heart beating a million miles a second as he watched the number of floors pass. Finally, he had reached the bottom floor.

As the doors opened, he quickly ran out, only moving three steps before he looked up. Eyes locking with Y/N’s as she stood at the other side of the room. The two stood still for a few moments before the woman dropped her bag on the floor and sprinted over to Bucky. Sweeping her up into a tight embrace, Bucky sighed in relief. 

“You…” Y/N whispered as she laid her head on his chest, the aroma of coffee and cinnamon filling her senses. Bucky smiled adoringly at the woman. Gently, he tilted her chin up and kissed her. The taste was something indescribable. It was perfect. If you could put a taste to bliss, this would be it.

“So how exactly did this happen? Y/N spoke, giggling into Bucky’s chest. “Are we cursed or something?”

Shaking his head, he let out a low chuckle and bit his lip “Not exactly… You see… what if I were to tell you we were soulmates?” 

Nodding her head, Y/N smiled brightly at the man before bringing him in for another kiss. “I’d say… how about you take me out on a date first.” Smiling brighter than he has for a long time, Bucky pecked her lips before answering. 

“Anything for you, doll.”

[ghost--facers]

S01E01 - Pilot (Part Four)

A/N: Hey! This is part four of the imagine series I’m doing where I rewrite the reader into Supernatural. I did say it was a long one... but it’s not actually too bad! Part 5 will be up soon and it should just be a short one (but we’ll see)! Feedback is appreciated and if you want to be tagged in the next part please let me know! I hope you like it x

Characters: Dean (eventual Dean x reader), Sam

Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 5550

Description: The reader goes hunting for the ‘Woman in White’ with Sam and Dean in Jericho.

Part One   Part Two   Part Three

“Here.” Dean said, throwing you one of his black t-shirts.

You were now clean and fresh having gotten out the shower, but because your previous clothes were soaked head to toe in mud, and you didn’t bring any extra clothes with you, you had to borrow one of Dean’s t-shirts. Luckily, you did find a spare pair of jeans in your bag which you were now wearing.

“Thanks, Dean.” You smiled, pulling the t-shirt over your head.

“No problem, [y/n].” He smiled back, his eyes were lingering on your body for a few seconds after. Normally, you’d hate for someone to see you in just a pair of jeans and a bra, especially a guy, but after jumping off a bridge, this didn’t really seem to bother you anymore.

You looked at yourself in the mirror after Dean had left the bathroom and noticed that you had bags under your [e/c] eyes, due to the fact you hadn’t slept in a while and your [h/c] hair was still slightly matted from the mud. You then looked down at the t-shirt Dean had given you, which hung from your frame till your mid-thigh. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, before walking out to join Dean and Sam in their father’s room. Due to the fact there was only one shower in your room, which Dean had been using, you had to use the one in their father’s room.

“Dean, I’m stealing this t-shirt.” You spoke, pulling your hair into a tight ponytail.

“Keep it.” Dean replied, looking back at you. “It suits you.”

You could feel a small blush appearing on your cheeks as you watched Dean smirk, while looking you up and down. You weren’t sure if he had seen you looking back at him, but he stopped after a few glances as he shook himself back into reality.

“Hey, Sam, I’m starving.” Dean said, grabbing his coat from off the bed. “I’m gonna get a little something to eat at that diner down the street, I assume you’re coming [y/n]?”

You nodded in response, as you grabbed your jacket and walked over to stand by Dean at the door.

“You want anything, Sam?” Dean asked.

“No.” He responded.

“Aframian’s buying.” Dean continued.

“Now, I’m ordering extra.” You spoke, smiling over at Dean.

Sam just shook his head, placing his phone to his ear again as you and Dean walked out of the room.

“I think we should still get him something.” You spoke, wincing at the sudden amount of sunlight that was now blinding you.

“We’ll get him a salad.”

“Salad? Surely, Sam doesn’t like sal-” You started, before noticing Dean stopping dead in his tracks. “Dean?”

You followed his gaze and your eyes fell upon two officers and the B&B owner.

“Shit.” You spoke, as he watched the B&B owner point his finger in your direction. Dean then turned himself around, which you also did, and pulled out his phone from his jacket.

“Dude. Five-0. Take off.” Dean spoke into the phone as you gripped onto his sleeve.

You could see them in your peripheral vision getting closer to you and Dean with every second. You had never been arrested before and you sure as hell never wanted to. Your heart beat was increasing, slowly but surely and your mouth had gotten dry. You clutched harder onto Dean’s jacket, trying to calm yourself down as best you could. You weren’t used to this… and you hated it.

“They kind of spotted me… and [y/n]. Go find Dad.” Dean spoke once more, before hanging up and placing the phone back into his jacket.

At that point, the officers had appeared and both you and Dean had turned round. You let go of Dean’s jacket, trying to make it seem like you weren’t nervous by their company, but they could probably already tell that you were. Dean however, was now sporting a cocky confidence that you hadn’t seen up until this point. It was a Dean that acted like he didn’t give a shit, even when he was about to be arrested.

“Problem, officers?” He furrowed his eyebrows in fake confusion.

“Where’s your other partner?” One of them asked, looking down at you.

“Partner? What-? What partner? Do you know a partner?” Dean spoke turning to you.

You muttered a ‘no’ before you both turned back to face them. One signalled to the other to go into the room you had just exited from and you could see the once confident Dean now gaining more panic for fear of his brother getting caught.

“No extras then?” You whispered to Dean as the officer watched the other walk over to the door. You could hear Dean laugh slightly but you could tell that his panic was rising. Up until the point when the officer turned back round, because then the cocky, confident Dean was back.

“So… fake U.S. marshals. Fake credit cards. You got anything that’s real?” The officer asked, and judging by the smirk on Dean’s face you could tell he was going to say something stupid. The cockiness was quite entertaining but by looking at the officer’s face you felt like whatever was about to come out of his mouth could get him tasered.

“My boobs.” He smirked. You chuckled, quietly while shaking your head. Of course, he could make you laugh even when he was being arrested. Well, actually being slammed into the hood of a police car.

“You have the right to remain silent…” The officer began, before you too got handcuffed.

The officer continued but you blocked out the noise due to your panic. It was real now, it wasn’t Dean just messing with them, it was you and Dean being arrested and being placed into a cop car.

“I’ve been around you for like two days and you have me doing so much crazy shit.” You whispered to Dean as you sat uncomfortably in the back of the car.

“You love it, y/n, don’t lie.” He whispered back, causing you to roll your eyes.

His comment did make you feel slightly calmer but nonetheless your stomach was still nervous and your heart was pumping abnormally fast as the cop car sprung to life.

~~~

“So you wanna give us your real names?” An officer spoke, walking back into the room with a box full of files.

You had been interrogated for what felt like the past three hours, in a boxy room with Dean. You were both handcuffed to the table, where one officer had been asking the same questions repeatedly.

“I told you. It’s Nugent. Ted Nugent.” Dean spoke, his confidence soaring. “And this is Beth Nugent.”

You tried to wave over in the officer’s direction but could only manage to raise your arm up slightly due to the handcuffs, so it ended up looking more like an uncomfortable shift.

“I’m not sure you both realise just how much trouble you’re in here.”

“You talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or “squeal-like-a-pig” trouble?”

“You two got the faces of 10 missing persons taped to your wall, along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. You two are officially suspects.”

“That makes sense, cause when the first one went missing in ‘82, I was 3 and Beth was 1.” Dean replied.

“I know you got partners. One of them is an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me, Dean. Is this his?” The officer said, throwing a notebook on the table.

Your eyes widened upon hearing the name Dean. You then began looking between the book that had been slammed down onto the table and Dean, who was staring straight at the journal.

“I thought that might be your name.” The officer spoke again, flicking through the pages. “See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out, I mean, it’s nine kinds of crazy. But, I found this too.”

The officer stopped on the page that had “Dean 35-111” circled on it. Dean moved closer to it, while you stayed in the same position.

“Now, you’re staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means and until you,” He spoke, now pointing in your direction. “Tell me what your name is.”

“Beth Nugent.” You spoke, not entirely making eye contact.

“C’mon kid, it’s better if you tell me the truth.”

“I am.” You replied. “My name is Beth Nugent and that is my brother’s high school locker combo.”

Dean looked over at you, smirking slightly. You had only come up with the idea that it was his locker combo based on the fact your past locker combo was similar.

“Honest.” You spoke, before pointing at yourself. “Beth Nugent.” Then you pointed at the book. “Brother’s high school locker combination.”

“I don’t know how many times she’s gotta tell you,” Dean spoke. “It’s my high school locker combo.

“We gonna do this all night long? Fake names and fake stories?” The officer replied.

“We just got a 911.” A cop interrupted, walking into the room. “Shots fired over at Whiteford Road.”

“Any of you have to go to the bathroom?” You both shook your heads as a response. “Good.”

The officer then placed another handcuffed on both of you, securing you to the table more, before he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

“Ted? You honestly don’t look like a Ted. Also, what is that book? Like your dad freaks me out and I’ve never even met him. Also, it must be a small station if they’re interrogating us in the same room.” You rambled on.

“[y/n]?”

“Yeah?”

“Please shut up.” He sighed, reaching over to a paper clip that was positioned in the notebook.

“Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

He then began to unlock the handcuffs that were keeping us at the table.

“Thanks.” You spoke, rubbing the wrist that you used to try and wave.

“Thanks for the locker combo.” He replied, taking off the remainding cuffs.

“It was similar to mine so it just popped into my head.”

“Right, let’s get out of here.” He sighed, standing up and grabbing the notebook.

He leaned against the wall, and you copied him, watching his head crane around the door to make sure there were no cops. Once there wasn’t, he whispered a quick “let’s go” before you followed him as he ran out of the door and towards the steps.

“Dean?” You whispered as you ran with him up the steps. “We’re supposed to be leaving not going higher up the building.”

“Entrance is swarming with cops, so we have to find another route.” He spoke before pushing open a door labelled roof.

“I’m not jumping off the roof, Dean.”

He ignored you as he walked over to the edge. You followed, as you talked about how you couldn’t believe you had spent so long in the boxy room as it was now dark and when you had entered it was midday.

“No jumping involved.” He panted, ignoring your previous comment as he moved over the wall and onto a ladder. He moved quickly and you followed, trying hard to make sure you didn’t misplace your footing. The ladder then abruptly came to an end and you looked down at Dean who was now on the ground, surveying the area. You took a breath in before jumping down onto the concrete. Although it wasn’t too far down, you still stumbled when you landed, but you blamed that on not having eaten anything in awhile.

“No jumping involved, huh?” You muttered as Dean then began jogging out of the alleyway and onto a road, and you followed him, slightly out of breath from running up the stairs. As you turned the corner onto the street, you found him inside a telephone box. There wasn’t much room in it and you assumed he was just talking to Sam, so you leaned against the outside glass, trying to catch your breath. Luckily enough, you were able to hear him through the glass.

“Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? I don’t know, that’s pretty illegal.” Dean laughed. “Listen, we gotta talk.” Dean fell silent for a minute but after a few seconds, he piped up again. “Sammy, would you shut up for a second? Well, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. He’s gone. Dad left Jericho.”

He left? You asked yourself. You went on this trip with them so they could find their dad and now it turns out he’s not even here? You jumped off a bridge, researched about ghosts, possibly even saw one, lied about being a Marshal, got arrested for lying about being a Marshal and went on the run from an officer who arrested you for lying about being a Marshal, all for Dean to tell Sam that he wasn’t even here to begin with. That annoyed you slightly, but then you began to think about the fact that jumping off a bridge, researching the supernatural and faking being a Marshal made you feel alive and you had to admit that you had laughed a lot more in the past two days then you had in the past two months. It had been fun… but now it just seemed like the fun was kind of pointless.

“I’ve got his journal.” Dean continued. “Yeah, well, he did this time. Same old ex-Marine crap, to let us know where he’s going. Co-ordinates. I’m not sure. Sam! Sam! Sam!”

He began shouting Sam or a variation of that for another minute before hanging up and walking out, concern implanted on his face.

“What’s up?” I asked, turning to face him.

“It’s Sam. I was talking to him and then it cut out and I could just hear car brakes. We need to find him, [y/n].”

“But, how Dean?”

“I don’t know, but he could be in trouble. So come on.” Dean replied, starting up a run.

You followed him, as he ran down the street, even though you could tell he didn’t have a clue how to help Sammy yet. But, you knew he would think of a plan soon enough.

~~~  

“Dean, you can’t just hotwire a car.” You sighed, arms folded as you watched Dean try to get into the first car you found.

“Why not?” He replied, not looking up.

“It’s illegal.”

“You just lied to a police officer, [y/n], I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.” He answered back.

You didn’t know how to reply to that one, because he was right. Come to think of it, most of the things you had done over the past two days had been illegal. You started to try and think of comebacks for his previous statement, but your thinking time had been cut off by the car that had now sprung to life.

“Get in, [y/n].” Dean smiled, shutting the driver’s door.

You smirked back, shaking your head slightly. You didn’t like the fact you were about to get into a stolen car, but the way he smiled at you made it seem like it was worth it. It made it seem like he had just bought the car not sparked some wires to make it driveable.

“I can’t believe you.” You chuckled as you got into the car and slammed the door shut.

“What?” He replied, smirking.

“You just casually steal a car and you don’t even care.” You spoke, watching him shrug as he started to drive. “You picked well though I supposed, it’s much nicer than the Impala.” You teased, watching him get slightly angrier.

“Leave Baby alone.”

“Baby?” You laughed, looking over at him. “That’s adorable.”

“Shut up, [y/n].” He said, blushing, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

He was beginning to speed up and his hands were gripping the wheel of the car very tightly now.

“Dean, do you actually know where Sam is?” You asked.

“The place she kills everyone.” He responded.

“Constance?”

“Yeah.”

“I still don’t really believe in all that Supernatural crap, you know? It still kinda feels like you Winchester Bros are messing with me.”

“Well, you might want to prepare yourself to see some Supernatural crap because your gonna have a front row ticket tonight.” He sighed, turning the car onto another road abruptly.

“Well then…” You replied. “I’m sorry I’m not going to be able to find your dad with you.”

“Why won’t you?”

“Well, I know that he’s not in Jericho anymore, and I need to be back for work tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? It’s Sunday, already?”

“Yeah.” You replied, smiling sadly.

He didn’t reply, just stared ahead, focused intently on the road.

“You know, I never imagined myself doing anything I did this weekend, so thanks.” You said as Dean began to chuckle.

“I can’t believe you’re thanking me for putting you in danger.”

“Well, it was fun. Ticks stuff on my bucket list, right?”

“I suppose so.” He smiled sweetly. “Just make sure you listen to me when we get to Sam, ok?”

“Ok.” You replied, and this time the worry in Dean’s voice made you grasp the seriousness of the situation. You had always taken what Dean had said on this trip, jokingly, but this time you knew you should listen to him. His tone told you there were bad things to come… you didn’t know what exactly, but you knew something was going to happen. Could be some Supernatural stuff, you scoffed to yourself. You felt like you were never going to believe that Sam and Dean were serious about demons and ghosts and things that go bump in the night, but nonetheless, you would go with Dean to help Sam with whatever had happened to him. Or if something had even happened.

Your thoughts had kept you occupied for some time and before you knew it the hijacked car was coming to a stop. Dean didn’t say anything before he rushed out the car and over to the Impala, probably grabbing some of his kit. You didn’t know where Sam was at this point but the shrieks that could be heard, gave you the indication that he was in trouble. It wasn’t only the screams that begun to freak you out, it was the backdrop. It was a derelict building that was starting to crumble to the floor. The trees beside it were back and leafless and the door was slightly ajar, like it was inviting you in for a slow and painful death. That’s when your breathing quickened, your heart was pumping so much you could feel it in your throat, your mouth had gone dry and your brain was going into overdrive thinking about all the things that could be happening. You tried to calm yourself down by saying ‘[y/n], you’re not alone, Sam and Dean won’t let anyone hurt you…” over and over again. It worked well enough for you to brave getting out of the car and running over to Dean who had now retrieved a gun from the trunk of the Impala.

You got over to him as he approached the side window of the Impala. You watched on as he began shooting the air in front of Sam, who you could now see was lying in the back of the car, with a few burning holes in his chest. A tear escaped your eye as you watched him suffer and that’s when you saw the ‘woman in white’ appear, with her once snow white complexion turned into a gaunt skeletal version that was now bearing her layers of dagger-like teeth at Dean. He didn’t seem fazed by it, his face now stern and serious, as he shot at her again. You clutched at Dean’s jacket, as your eyes widened in pure shock and terror. You seemed to be doing this a lot, and he probably found it annoying, but you had to hold onto something and he was the best option.

She kept disappearing with every shot, and within enough time, Sam was able to sit up and with determination plastered across his face, he sped up the Impala and was aiming straight for the creepy house.

“Sam!” Dean shouted, clearly worried about both of them. Both of them, being Sam and the car.

You ran over towards the shack with Dean and watched how the sturdy-ish timbers crashed down on top of the Impala as Sam flew into it. Smoke was billowing out the building and as you wiped a few tears from your eyes, you ran into the building, behind Dean.

“Sam?” Dean shouted.

“Here!” Sam replied.

You both followed the noise over to the front of the car where Sam was sat.

“You okay?” You ask, breathless, both from running and terror.

“I think.” He replied, as Dean pulled open the door.

“Can you move?” He asked.

“Yeah. Help me.” Sam groaned as Dean grabbed his hand and helped him shift out of the car.

“Sam, seriously are you okay?” You asked, wide eyed.

“I’ll be fine, [y/n].” He smiled weakly, leaning against the car.

“She’s fucking real… she’s fucking real.” You whispered.

“Yeah, she’s fucking real.” Dean replied, as you all turned around to look around the room.

“She’s fucking there.” You muttered, grabbing a hold of Dean’s jacket once again.

In front of you stood the snow white version of Constance, who was gripping onto a picture frame. She then looked up, slamming it aside and you could only assume that with her mind, she then flew a cabinet across the room, which slammed into all three of you.

The wind was blown from you and you were now struggling to breathe, you groaned as you tried to move the cabinet away from you, but it wasn’t going anywhere. You saw that both Dean and Sam were doing the same thing, both with no luck. A few tears escaped your eyes as a natural response, and with your free hand you quickly wiped them away. You were sure that the Winchester brothers hadn’t seen you crying so far and you wanted to keep it that way. However, that was becoming trickier because the lights were beginning to flash and even Dean and Sam were beginning to get worried.

“[y/n], it’s going to be fine… don’t cry, it’s okay.” Dean reassured.

“I’m not crying.” You replied, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “Maybe you can hear the water that’s dripping over there.”

It was a bad save, but it redirected his attention from my wet face to the soaked stairs, where water was pouring down. Constance had seemed to notice it now as well and had now moved over to the end of the stairs. Distress was evident on her face and you followed her gaze to two young children, soaked from head to toe, who were holding hands and looking down at her.

“You’ve come home to us, Mommy.” They muttered, before appearing behind her.

They ran forward, engulfing her into a hug. She screamed out, before a striking blue light shone around the room and she collapsed with her children. The only thing left was a large puddle on the wood floor.

You were freaking out inside and were trying so hard to hide it, which you felt you had successfully managed. Dean and Sam then pushed over the cabinet, releasing all of you from its’ trap and they walked over to the puddle. You decided to stay where you were for fear that the ‘Woman in White’ would suddenly appear again.

“So, this is where she drowned her kids.” Dean said.

“That’s why she could never go home.” Sam replied. “She was too scared to face them.”

“You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy.” Dean spoke, patting Sam on the back, who groaned from pain, before turning to you.

“You okay, [y/n]?” He asked.

“Yeah…” You replied, breathless. “The real question is whether you’re okay, Sam.”

“I’m good, [y/n]. But Dean, what were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?”

“Hey, saved your ass. I’ll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car… I’ll kill you.”

You and Sam both laughed, looking back at Dean who was now inspecting a tire.

They seemed unfazed by it and luckily, you were beginning to come to terms with the truth of what Sam and Dean had been saying and were getting less freaked out by it all. It was still a lot to take in, but you knew eventually it would sink in.

~~~

“Okay, here’s where Dad went. It’s called Black Water Ridge, Colorado.” Sam spoke, looking down at the map he had positioned on his lap.

You three were back in the car, driving far away from Jericho. You were still trying to block the events of the night out, but you were having no luck. It didn’t really scare you, it just made you more aware of all that evil things that could be surrounding you. You normally got scared when things happened, but after they had finished the terror escaped you and you just became more observant and wary. You had had a lot of practise with this in your twenty-four years of living and you were used to it. You knew Constance would pop into your head just as you were about to sleep, but you knew after a couple days you would be fine and it would nearly all be gone from your memory. Well, it wouldn’t be gone, it would just not bother you anymore.

“Sounds charming. How far?” Dean responded to Sam.

“About 600 miles.”

“If we shag ass, we can make it by morning.”

“You guys never stop do you?” You spoke, yawning.

“Nope.” Dean answered, smirking slightly.

“Dean, I…” Sam said nervously.

“You’re not going.”

“The interview’s in like 10 hours. I gotta be there.”

“Umm, yeah, I gotta get back too. I go to work soon. I mean I don’t really know why because I don’t get paid a lot but you know… money’s money I guess.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Dean scoffed, focusing on the road. “I’ll take you both home.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, lowering your head.

It was clear Dean wanted both of you to stay… well if not you, then Sam, and you did want to stay… even if it wasn’t really the career you would’ve picked for yourself. Well, it wasn’t a possible career for you, it was more like a strange holiday.

They probably don’t want you there, you said to yourself as you slumped back down in the seat.

“Sorry, I was useless.” You said, loud enough to hear them.

“Useless?” Sam questioned, turning around to look at you. You didn’t meet his eyes.

“Yeah, I mean. I didn’t do anything other than cry and hold onto Dean’s jacket.” You admitted.

“So you were crying.” Dean spoke, smiling slightly.

“Yeah, I was, asshole.” You replied, sitting up.

“[y/n], this was your first hunt and before we set off you didn’t even know that the Supernatural was a thing. Also, you didn’t even believe in it until she threw a cabinet into your stomach.” Dean said.

“Yeah” Sam agreed. “You didn’t even believe in it after you jumped off a bridge to get away from the haunted car.”

“Well, I do now and it’s fucking weird.” You laughed. “You know when you were convincing Sam to come on the trip, Dean?” He nodded. “Well, I don’t know if you guys were even listening to me but I said ‘you do realise ghosts, ghouls and things that go bump in the night aren’t real’... and well, I take that back.”

“Well at least you know we aren’t crazy now.” Sam smiled, turning back to face the front.

“No, I still think you’re crazy… but at least now I know you’re not totally insane.” You grinned as you watched them laugh in response.

“How long till we’re back, Dean?” You asked.

“Couple hours.” He said, watching you yawn in the rear view mirror. “You can go to sleep you know.”

“I know, I just won’t see you guys again for a long time so I wanna make the most of it.”

“That’s cute.” Dean laughed.

“I know.” You replied, grinning.

“But, [y/n], you should sleep.” He replied.

“Ok.” You yawned as you laid down in the back of the Impala and shut your eyes.

Just like the start of the journey, you felt the heavy material of Dean’s jacket being laid over you and you smiled.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly. “Not just for the jacket. For everything. You too, Sam.” And with that you fell asleep. It wasn’t the greatest sleep you had ever had… but it was sleep nonetheless.

~~~

“[y/n], we’re back.” Sam’s words lifted you from your sleep. You hadn’t really had a dream and were surprised that Constance hadn’t appeared before you had gone to sleep, but maybe that was because you were so incredibly tired.

You rubbed your eyes and shrugged off Dean’s jacket as you sat up in the back of the Impala.

“Well, I guess this is it.” You spoke, smiling sadly.

You looked at both of them before getting out of the Impala and walking around to the driver’s side. To your surprise, they did too and you three were now in a huddle by the Impala door.

“I’m gonna miss you guys… even if you did make me jump off a bridge.” You grinned.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Sam smiled, pulling you into a hug.

He was good at hugs you thought to yourself as he released you from his grasp. You were then about to move over to Dean so you could hug him too but his voice stopped you.

“I’ll walk you.”

“That’s cute.” You smirked.

“I know.” He replied, before he began the walk.

“See ya, Sam.” You spoke, before following Dean over to your door, which you both stopped in front of.

“Thanks for walking me. I don’t know how I would’ve made it on my own.” You joked.

“No problem.” He grinned back. “Just a heads up, [y/n], if you tell anyone about what you did this weekend, they won’t believe you. In any way.”

“I know.” You nodded.

He awkwardly shoved his hands into his pockets before his cocky grin appeared on his face. “Bye sweetheart, I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” You smiled, before pulling him into a hug that seemed to last a while.

You didn’t mind, to be honest, you wanted it to be a long hug. You really would miss him and Sam. It would be strange to be back alone in your house after spending your weekend with them. It felt like more than a weekend though, it was like they had never left when you had met them at the age of sixteen.

“You know I never thought I’d see you guys again.” You said, as you pulled away.

“I’m glad you did.” He grinned. “Goodbye, [y/n].”

“Bye.” You smiled, as you watched him walk back towards the Impala, not looking behind him.

“Dean!” You shouted, watching him turn around in confusion. “I told you I would steal this t-shirt!”

You laughed, before turning around and unlocking the door to your apartment complex. You didn’t wait for his reaction, more for the fear he would demand the t-shirt back.

You began walking up the steps to find your apartment, and you could hear the regular shouts coming from the apartments opposite your own.

“I’d rather take on Constance then listen to them arguing again.” You muttered to yourself as you opened the door and slammed it shut.

You could still hear them arguing as you took your jacket off and hung it up on the back of the door, before you locked the door back up again. Sighing, you stripped down before putting on your pyjamas, which just happened to be a tshirt and your underwear before climbing into bed and leaving your other clothes, along with Dean’s t-shirt, in a pile on the floor.

You pulled the covers up under your chin before closing your eyes. You really hated being alone now, and all you wanted was to wake up and be in some crappy hotel with Sam and Dean. But that wasn’t going to happen again.

One more sigh later, you began to fully concentrate on falling asleep but the image of the ‘Woman in White’ appeared in your mind and your eyes shot open immediately.

You rubbed your eyes, before you got out of bed again, your feet hitting the coldness of your apartment’s wood floor. You then walked over to your nearest cupboard and pulled open the door. You half expected to see a ghost in it but all that was there was a few clothes, a couple bags, childhood objects and a baseball bat, which you grabbed before closing the cupboard and walking back to your bed.

“Just in case.” You said, lying the bat down next to your bed as you got into the covers.

You laid down, closing your eyes and soon enough you fell asleep as the memories of the weekend flooded your mind.

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Part Five

[morallygraysidecharacter]

Photo credit: found on Pinterest

Summary: Dean sees you for the first time in professional wear for a case and likes what he sees, but doesn’t admit it. Reader (Y/N) decides to have fun with it so he doesn’t see that she’s flustered.

Ok, so I tweaked the imagine a bit from a dress to button down blouse and skirt.

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,802

Warnings: None that I can think of, it’s pure fluff. That being said, it’s my first ever fic!

You look at yourself in the mirror again. This was the part of hunting that you hated - wearing professional clothing to help give you the appearance of a federal agent. Ugh, do I really have to wear a -

"Y/N. MOVE. NOW." Dean shouted from the other room. He was pretty anxious to get this case over with. Bobby Singer had called you to help these two idiots who evidently couldn't figure out how to defeat a simple witch, and knowing you were skilled in witchcraft yourself, asked if you could help them. Normally, you would have happily helped out, but you had already planned a week by the beach with a new book when Bobby called. Had he not saved your hide more times than you could count, you probably would have said no. While Sam was busy hacking into the coroner's security system from Bobby's kitchen, you and Dean were going to go and inspect the corpses that were found with hearts frozen inside their bodies. The pair of you were also going to see if you couldn't go and grab a few files that Sam thought might help you to narrow down your suspect list. It was your personal suspicion that these were a ex lovers of the same person seeking revenge in a most poetic fashion, and if you were right, there should be a hex bag hidden somewhere on the body or among their possessions.

"Y/N!" 

God, he's so impatient. You roll your eyes before glancing in the mirror and adjust a strand of hair as you loosen your ponytail just a bit. Better. Satisfied with your appearance, you leave the room, looking down at your blouse, smoothing it a little as you walk. "Get the knots out of your pantyhose dude," you grumpily replied. You had only known "the boys" as Bobby affectionately called them a few days (although you'd heard about the legendary hunters for years), and were expecting a snappy quip to shoot back at you from the elder Winchester. So you were a little surprised when you were met with silence. Suddenly suspicious and self conscious, you looked up to meet a stunned and quiet Dean Winchester. Sam glanced up from his laptop, looking from you to Dean, and chuckled to himself, muttering "Down boy," to his brother. Dean shot him a sharp look, but still said nothing. 

You struggled to hide how self-conscious you were, and couldn’t help the slight blush that crept up your neck. Up until now, they had seen you sporting yoga pants and loose t-shirts with a sports bra, so a slim fitting pencil skirt and equally snug blue button down blouse with a push-up bra was a different look entirely. Dean liked what he saw, at least that's what Sam's comment led you to believe, but at the same time you were completely baffled. Why would he be interested in me? you thought. You didn't want to admit it, but you had been attracted to those bright green eyes and that cocky grin from the moment he said hello.

Determined not to let him see you flustered, you smiled innocently before purring "What's wrong, Dean? Cat got your tongue?"

He struggled to compose himself for a moment, adjusting his tie a bit as he spoke. "I'm fine. Just annoyed you took so long to get ready is all."

Cas looked completely confused. Looking at you from his seat next to Sam, he stated in all earnestness, "His tongue, as with normal human anatomy, is sitting in his mouth.” He paused, thinking and shifting slightly, “I am unsure as to what this cat you mention has to do with anything, or why he would be implicated in the disappearance of a body part, but I can assure you he is innocent. But if you'd like me to look into a cat stealing human tongues, I can." You couldn't help but smile at the sweet angel, who was always more than willing to help. Sam struggled to stifle a laugh, covering his mouth as his eyes met yours. The younger Winchester and you had quickly become friends within the short amount of time that you knew each other. He respected your intelligence, and had a softness to him that his older brother didn't.

"No, Cas... It's...  nevermind. Don't worry about it," Dean said, clearly exasperated and rolling his eyes before nodding his head and taking a seat. "Let's go over the plan again Sammy."

Sam immediately started delving into the finer points, reviewing what you knew so far, what you suspected, and what you were about to do. You listened as best as you could, but your mind was still reeling a bit from Dean's reaction to your attire. That's when it hit you: I could mess with him a bit. Why not? As cocky as the son-of-a-bitch was, it wouldn't hurt to knock him down a few pegs. But did you have the guts to go through with it? The more you thought about it, the more your resolve strengthened. For heaven's sake, you've gone up against a djinn on your own, you could handle one Winchester… right?

As Sam continued on, you waited until Dean was staring in your direction. Careful not to let him see that you noticed, you pretended to be suddenly concerned with a spot on your stocking. Frowning, you hoisted one leg up onto a chair, and bent over to hike up your skirt a little, pretending not to notice him openly oogling your ass as you continued to fiddle with your stocking and garter, double checking the silver blade holster around your thigh. You had realized early on in your hunting career that pantyhose just weren't practical when it came to hiding holsters and various weapons -  stockings were the way to go, and you were thankful you had preferred the ones with a bit of lace at the top, knowing it had caught Dean's eye as well.

"Y/N, quit torturing the boy. And get your shoes off the furniture. Aren't those the ones with the reinforced heel that you use as a makeshift knife?" Bobby's easy drawl scolded you as he wheeled into the room. "And for Heaven's sake, close that fly trap Dean. Don't act like you've never seen a girl before." Dean's mouth was indeed wide open, and he quickly shut it, scowling as he did. You simply smiled and pulled your skirt back down as you firmly planted both feet on the ground, determined more than ever to carry out your plan. "I have no idea what you're talking about Bobby" you said bemusedly. Saying nothing, he simply gave you a look. The older hunter knew you better than that, having taught you everything you knew about hunting, including giving you your start in witchcraft. He may be gruff, but he had a lot of heart, and he cared about people. 

Sam’s mouth was agape in awe. "Wait, you reinforced the heel of your shoe to use as a weapon? Damn!" You nodded, slipping off one of the shoes to show him. "And the tip is silver," you said with a grin.

"Maybe you should that with some of yours, Dean," he teased. Dean glared at him, crossing his arms and replied, "Sure Sammy, right after we braid your hair."

"When you two are done with planning out your makeovers, we have a job to do," Bobby scolded, setting a the books that he had riding in his lap onto the table next to Sam.

Turning his attention back to the job, Dean looked at me and said gruffly, "Ready to go Princess?"

Annoyed by the name, you rolled Y/E/C eyes, but didn't say anything, instead choosing to stay focused on the job. "Think so. Do you have the Colt and the demon blade, just in case things go south?" I asked, turning my attention from Bobby to Dean. Every hunter knew those were the Winchesters' weapons of choice, and there was no way you were leaving on a hunt without them. 

"Yup. And you're good with whatever witch mumbo jumbo you might need?"

"Always," you said, throwing a flirty smile his way, causing him to grunt and look away in response. Even though you were definitely more comfortable in your ripped jeans and a flannel shirt, you were starting to have fun messing with Dean. If I have to be tortured wearing this crap, I might as well try and get some enjoyment out of it.

"Good. Dean, remember to let Y/N take charge on this one," Bobby instructed. Dean simply grunted again, seemingly unable to speak and his mind obviously otherwise occupied, which caused you to smirk slightly. He gave a curt nod, his eyes narrowing. Not used to taking orders, it was clear he wasn't thrilled with the idea.

Together, you walked out of Bobby's cluttered house, the place you so often called home, your heels clicking with a very satisfying noise as you walked. Your trusty sidekick, Wednesday, a lanky and unidentifiable mixed breed of a dog, paused from sniffing the grass to look up and give a happy bark before trotting in your direction. "Not today kiddo. Another time. Go find Uncle Sammy!" you encouraged, patting her side before she bolted into the house. Sam had grown fond of the mutt in the few days you'd known them, saying it reminded him of a pup named Bones he once knew.

Dean was headed to his car, the gorgeous '67 Impala that he inherited from his father. As much as you wanted to check out how it handled, you knew it would kill him even more to make him ride in your cherry red '69 Pontiac GTO, simply because how could the Dean Winchester go on a hunt without his Baby? And you were in a mood.

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You went to your car instead. "Uh, Y/N, car's this way," he said, opening the driver's side and jerking his thumb towards the car. Without missing a beat, you opened the driver's side of your car and slid in. "Yours is. But seeing as I'm in charge of this hunt, we're taking my car." The look on his face was priceless as he slammed the door to his car shut before stalking over to your ride and taking his seat sullenly by your side. You turned on the radio after starting the car, and as if on cue, “One of These Nights” by The Eagles began to play. You laughed a little to yourself. Your heart fluttered a little the not so subtle glances Dean was throwing your way. Taking a hard swallow, you focused your eyes on the road and pulled onto the main highway.

This was shaping up to be quite the day.

Tags: @sis-tafics (I’d love to know what you think!)

[frog-writes-for-fun]

wait the royal mumbo one was so cute wtffff I need a part 2 where they get together 🥺

All this romantic fluff is absolutely melting me (/pos). Yes, I know I’m the one writing it, but I’m single and lonely and absolutely projecting relationship goals onto some of these fics. Also, what would you guys think of a part 3? First official date? Just send an ask and I’ll add it to the list <3

Redstone Royalty pt. 2

Royal!Mumbo x gn!Reader (romantic)

Summary: You are called to the Kingdom of Boatem by Mumbo’s co-rulers. Apparently he’s just as down bad for you as you are for him.

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any needed here! It’s just fluff!

Part 1 here!

After the party, you and Mumbo became pen pals. Your letters started out cordial, ending with “sincerely” and largely discussing redstone, but soon they grew more intimate. Mumbo told you about his friends and co-rulers of Boatem, and you shared stories about your brothers’ antics.

Despite the physical distance between your empires, you felt closer than ever before.

One letter you received was different from its predecessors. Instead of Mumbo’s personal seal, the wax that closed the envelope was stamped with the seal of the kingdom of Boatem.

To Y/N of the Antarctic Empire,

You are formally invited to visit the Kingdom of Boatem. We have heard much of you from our co-ruler, and are excited to meet the person who has captured his heart. Please, he won’t stop talking about either you or redstone, and you’re probably the only one who understands the redstone bits.

From their royal majesties,

Grian, Impulse, Scar, and Pearl

You weren’t quite sure whether or not to laugh. Mumbo had been talking about you? His friends thought you had “captured his heart?” You certainly had feelings for the man, but weren’t sure that he felt the same.

You were sure about one thing. You knew you wanted to accept this invitation and see Mumbo again.

The carriage pulled up in front of the Boatem palace. You barely waited for it to stop moving before opening the door and leaping out. Your shoes hit the cobblestone of the path with a clack, and you stumbled with the force of your leap.

A laugh sounded out from the palace. “Well, someone’s excited!” Looking up, you identified the voice as belonging to a tall, well-muscled woman in a copper crown. She smiled at you as she met your eyes. “You must be Y/N, right?”

You grinned, a bit sheepishly. “That’s me!”

“I’m Pearl. It’s great to finally meet you! The boys and I have heard a lot about you.” As you approached, Pearl stuck out a hand for you to shake.

Taking it, you reply. “Nothing too terrible, I hope!” She shook her head.

“Not at all! Quite the opposite, in fact. Come with me and I’ll introduce you to the others.”

Pearl led you inside the palace of Boatem, where you met up with a pair of men. One, with brightly coloured wings, introduced himself as Grian. You recognized his name from the many tales of shenanigans that Mumbo had written to you about. The other man was Impulse, the head of industry for the kingdom. They were both very happy to meet you, though Grian had a mischievous grin throughout the entirety of your conversation.

Soon, the trio led you to Mumbo’s workshop, where their fifth member also was. After a long walk through winding hallways, your group ended up in front of a smooth wall.

The door was apparently sealed shut through a redstone contraption. As you identified the button to open it, Grian pressed the stone enthusiastically. A moment passed as pistons shot off, moving the bricks to reveal an entrance into a large garage.

Tables were set up and spread throughout the room, which was brightly lit by a multitude of redstone lamps. Mumbo stood hunched over one of the surfaces, the sleeves of his suit rolled up as he fiddled with some half-built device. A man in an enormous top hat was speaking to him, leaning on the edge of the table while gesturing animatedly with his hands. A grey-and-white cat sat on the table next to the unfamiliar man, tail neatly curled over its paws.

Hearing the opening of the door, the man in the hat looked up, grinning as he saw the collection of people at the entrance. “Well, hello hello! How are my fellow rulers?”

Mumbo, on the other hand, sighed. “Grian, I thought I told you not to come here and mess with the buttons and levers.”

Your winged guide grinned wider. “As much fun as that would be, I’ve actually brought someone here that I think you’d like to see.”

At this, Mumbo looked up. He seemed confused when he scanned your small group, until Impulse and Pearl stepped aside to reveal you more clearly, whereupon his face dropped into disbelief.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You gave a small wave. “Hi.”

Mumbo pushed himself back from the table he stood at and practically ran the few steps across the room towards you. As he approached, he pulled you into a hug. You returned it, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m surprised to see you here, though I can’t say I’m unhappy with this.” Mumbo’s voice was muffled slightly from where he’d rested his head in the crook of your shoulder.

“Neither am I.” You kept your voice soft as well.

The two of you stood together for a long moment before Mumbo pulled away. You could feel warmth rising to your cheeks as you looked at him. There was a bit of red in his face too.

After a beat of eye contact, Mumbo coughed and looked to where his co-rulers had stood. Following his line of vision, you saw that his friends had left as the two of you were distracted.

Looking back to Mumbo, you found him watching you again. When you met his eyes, he looked away, flushing red. Turning, he walked back to the redstone he’d been working on before you entered. “So, why are you here?”

You followed him over to the table, leaning over to watch what he was doing as you responded. “I received an invitation from your friends. They asked me to come, and I was happy to take the opportunity to see you again.”

Mumbo paused what he was doing for a moment, but didn’t look up. “Oh.” He continued working.

“The letter said that I had- how did they put it? ‘Captured your heart.’ I didn’t really know what to think of that.” You were certain your face was on fire. “I mean, I don’t know if that’s how you really feel or if they were wrong- not that you feeling that way would be a bad thing! I mean, I think you’re pretty too- er, pretty smart.” Now you were rambling.

You hadn’t noticed that Mumbo had stopped working entirely. Instead, he was watching you with a waterfall of emotions flashing across his face. Confusion, a bit of panic, the whole range.

“I think what I'm trying to say is, were they right? Do you like me the same way I like you?” Finally you stopped, looking up at Mumbo apprehensively.

The expression his face had settled on was an adoring smile. “Yes.” His simple answer surprised you, and it showed. The arm you were leaning on gave out and you almost fell to the floor. You would have if Mumbo hadn’t noticed and caught your arm in time, stabilising you.

He chuckled. “I kind of thought it was obvious.” You looked down, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh.”

When you raised your gaze again to look at Mumbo, he looked to be contemplating something. “What’s on your mind?”

He started. “Oh- I was just thinking, since I like you and you like me… Would it be okay if I kissed you?” Mumbo looked down slightly as he spoke, blushing.

You stared at him for a moment, processing what he’d just said. “If not, that’s okay, that’s why I’m asking-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He tried to jerk away at the unexpected action, but leaned back in once he realised what was happening. Your nerves felt like they were on fire. You had never once realised that this was a way a person could feel, and now you couldn’t get enough.

You both took a breath as you pulled away.

“Wow, that was- yeah, wow. Okay.”

You laughed at Mumbo’s stunned expression. “So it was okay, then?”

He looked shocked as he nodded, as though he couldn’t believe you could doubt your experience.

“Good.” Before he could respond, you used the collar of his shirt to pull him back in, crashing his lips to yours again.

[moriiartist]

‧₊ NO WAY HOME (BUT AREN’T I THERE?)

PAIRING: C!Mumbo Jumbo x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS: (Modern AU) With all the flights home grounded due to a freak blizzard, it’s looking like you have to spend Christmas Eve alone. To top it all off, your phone is almost dead, leaving you with no way to call your family. Maybe the guy next to you has a charger…?

WARNINGS: Anxiety attacks

A/N: I honestly am absolutely in love with how mischaracterized Mumbo Jumbo was in the fandom up until recently. We were all like “oh, look at this guy!! he’s so awkward and tall and completely at Grian’s mercy” when, in actuality, Grian is the one that would not last a day in the DSMP. Mumbo? Mumbo would fucking rule it better than Dream ever did. (Is this potato boy propaganda? Yes it is, and I am not afraid to say it)

Your shoes pattered against the ground as you ran through the crowded airport terminal, dodging and weaving through the mass of people milling about. You paid no mind to the curious or offended looks you got, eyes affixed on the signs that hung above each gate to care about them or their personal issues.

For some indeterminate reason, it had been incredibly hard for you to get a flight home this year. It seemed as though everything was booked solid, people rushing to get tickets to travel for the holiday season, and it was with a heavy stone in your gut that you had to schedule for today. Christmas eve.

When you had first set out on your own, moving to the bustling city of Java, you had left your family far behind, only able to fly out on holidays to spend time with them- actual, in-person time with them, not what you could get with your measly six-inch phone screen. Christmas was one of the only times you ever got to see them, and only being able to fly out on the day before? It absolutely sucked. 

You hadn’t planned to arrive this late, pushing your already tight itinerary even tighter as the heavy city traffic ate at the time you should’ve spent going through security. You were practically panting by the time you got through everything, and that was before you had to go on this mad dash, desperately searching for where your plane was stationed. At the rate you were going, you were wondering if you would ever even find it before take off.

You breathed a sigh of relief, however, the sound more like a rasp from all of your exertion, as you spotted the lobby for your gate, practically flopping down in one of the few available seats. To your luck, you had a couple of minutes left until the plane was set to take off, and you took this opportunity to finally relax.

It seemed as though your day was filled with problem after problem, and if you didn’t de-stress soon, it was no doubt that the tightly coiled tension within you would snap like a spring. You took the chance to finally examine the area you were in, too focused on looking at the signs before to really notice anything.

While the walkways were still bustling with people trying to get to their flights- presumably others on their way to see family-, those in your section of the airport were a lot more subdued, the majority of them either quietly talking amongst themselves or scrolling through their phones. From where you were sitting, you could just make out the shape of the plane through the windows, the colorful banner of the airline brand visible on its fin-like vertical stabilizer.

Your relieved expression shifted into a frown, though, once you noticed the thick cloud cover over the skies, dark grey and white clouds looming ominously over the horizon like some kind of goliath monster. Pursing your lips, you shot an anxious look towards where the two attendants near the gate were talking with each other in hushed whispers, heads leaned together so you couldn't get a good look at their faces.

You didn’t have a good feeling about this.

“Erm, are you alright?”

Jolting slightly at the unfamiliar voice, you shifted to see that someone had plopped into the seat beside you, somehow going unnoticed as you observed your surroundings. You schooled your features into something a little less stressed as you turned to meet the person who had spoken, trying to soothe your nerves.

“Sorry about that- I was just thinking that the sky looked a little ominous,” you chuckled to yourself, but quickly broke off as the stranger leaned forwards to follow where your gaze had been, shifting into your personal space. You hadn’t quite had a good chance to look at him yet, but now your senses were filled with the sight of the neatly pressed black suit he was wearing, and the woody scent of his cologne.

A small spark of heat bloomed in your cheeks, and you couldn’t do much beyond hold your breath as he observed what you were talking about. After a moment, he seemed to realize what he had done, and jerked back, dark eyes filled with apology.

“Sorry, sorry! Sometimes my curiosity gets the best of me sometimes,” he said, laughing awkwardly as his hands fiddled with the suitcase resting in his lap nervously. Getting a good look at him, you realized that he was… not what you were expecting, to be honest.

Based on just his voice and choice of clothing, you had already visualized some kind of businessman, someone with sharp edges and a slightly condescending demeanor- but as your eyes flickered over his features, that was not it. Not at all.

For starters, his expression, his face, even the way he held himself exuded a softness and nerdiness that didn’t match his attire. His black hair looked as though there had been an attempt to style it, brushed back from his face to fall behind his ears, but there were more than a few flyaways, and a chunk appeared to stubbornly refuse to move from where it hung over his left eye. 

Wide, glossy black eyes stared down at you from just above a well-groomed mustache, shining with concern and curiosity as he studied you, clearly doing the same thing that you were at the moment.

If you didn’t know better, you would almost think that he was cute. Which was preposterous, of course- you were at an airport for Moon’s sake. Airport strangers are legally not allowed to be cute- it would be too unfair for everyone else.

You quickly waved off his concerns, trying and failing to hide your brief moment of bewilderment. “It’s fine, it’s fine, just- I was just worried that there might be issues if it starts storming.”

The man nodded, seeming to finally connect your words to the sight of the clouds encroaching ever-nearer. “Yeah, that seems like that would be an issue. Do you- do you have anyone that you need to get home to?”

The question was innocuous enough, but you couldn’t help but notice the hidden connotations that it had. You smiled, shaking your head softly. “Only family, really. I fly over every Christmas to stay with them. Who’re you on the flight for?”

He shook his head, something wistful in his eyes as he turned his gaze back towards the window. “I’m traveling for business, I’m afraid. It seems like there might be a correlation between the holiday season and operation issues, and they need someone to get over to sort things out.”

You felt the corners of your mouth tug down, brows furrowing as you processed his statement. “You mean you’ll be spending Christmas working?”

The dark-haired man sighed ruefully, slumping back in his seat with a wry smile. “Unfortunately.”

Biting your lip, you felt sympathy flood through you at his tired expression. During your high school years, you had the privilege of working overtime during the holidays one winter. To make a long story short- it was hell on earth, with how sucky it was. It had firmly made its place in your list of ‘worst experiences ever’, and you felt immense empathy for anyone who had to be in that position.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured genuinely, leaning forwards against your knees to catch his eye. “That’s horrible.”

He coughed, and you caught a flash of pink jump to his cheeks before he was turning his head away from you and bringing a fist to his mouth to cover the sound. “It’s fine, really. Just how it is, y’know?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get any words out, you were interrupted by the shriek of the airport PA system turning on, jumping in your seat for the second time in a very short time frame. Mildly annoyed by getting caught off guard again, you turned your gaze up towards the speakers mounted in the ceilings, eyebrows raising as curiosity soon overtook you.

“Attention all gates: Until further notice, all flights are grounded due to inclement weather. Any concerns can be directed towards any staff members, and thank you for flying with us today.”

There were a few seconds of dead silence as everyone collectively gaped at the ceiling, before there was an uproar. People were shouting, standing up to demand answers from the poor attendants manning the lobby. There were children crying, those desperately trying to understand what was going on, and you were trapped in the middle of it all, staring with unseeing eyes as the statement sunk in.

Before you could react, though, a hand was firmly grasped around your own and you looked up to see the (cute, although you still refused to admit it) stranger pulling you through the crowd, gunning for the front desk before anyone else could get there first.

Sensing your confused gaze, he shot you a placating glance, a wordless plea in his dark eyes- ‘not now’. Allowing yourself to be pulled through the throng, it wasn’t long before you were standing before the two harried-looking employees, peeking over the shoulder of the dark-haired man that had situated himself slightly in front of you.

“Hello,” he said, a cheerfulness in his voice that did not match your current situation at all. “The planes are delayed?”

The attendant that answered had folded into themselves like they were expecting the pair of you to blow up on them, hesitantly offering their affirmations. Suddenly, a question popped into your head, shredding through any remaining reluctance you might’ve had and motivating you to step forwards, away from the cover that the stranger gave.

“When do you think we will be able to get off the ground now, then?”

They shrugged, moving to get a good look at one of the many computers set up at the desk area. “The storm passing through the area is quite large, so I’d have to say sometime tomorrow.”

Tomorrow. The day after this one, which happened to be Christmas eve. When you were planning on being home.

You had to call your family.

Forcing yourself into motion, you scrambled for your pockets, rifling through your pockets with panicked hands. You whispered a sharp ‘yes!’ under your breath as your fingers caught on the smooth glass surface of your phone, drawing out to frantically click it on. To your horror, however, all that stared up at you from the screen was the red ‘low-battery’ icon, a clear signifier that it, the only device that you could use to contact home- to let them know that you weren’t going to make it to one of the only events you could see them each year- was dead. 

You didn’t realize that you were starting to hyperventilate until you felt two surprisingly strong hands grip your upper forearms, looking up through a blur of unshed tears to see a pale face swimming before you.

“Ah, geez- are you alright? Well, obviously not- geez Mumbo, why do you have to be such a moron? Uhm, do you- do you think you could try and copy my breathing? In and out, like this.”

Lungs stuttering fitfully against your ribcage, it could’ve either been a few minutes or an hour before you managed to get your respiratory system under control, and even then you were still taking little gasping breaths. Lifting the hand that wasn’t currently still clutching your phone, you clumsily wiped at your face, caught off-guard by the wetness of your cheeks. When had you started crying?

“There you are,” the stranger- Mumbo, a distant part of you recalled- murmured, shoulders slumping slightly as his entire body seemed to relax. “You had me scared for a bit.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, averting your gaze from the man in front of you, the tips of your ears burning in shame. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, averting your gaze from the man in front of you, the tips of your ears burning in shame. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Mumbo seemed taken aback by your apology, leaning back and finally removing his hold on your arms, and you found yourself missing the warmth he brought. “What? There’s no need to say sorry- you didn’t have any control over that.”

Laughing wetly, you decided to let the issue go, instead opting to stare down at the blackened screen of the device in your hand once more. Your visage was reflected back to you by the polished surface, and you were able to see just how disheveled your appearance had become. Grimacing, you glanced up to where the dark-haired man was still watching you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a charger, would you?”

It had been a few hours since chaos broke out, and you were happy to say that you weren’t exactly reenacting ‘Lord of The Flies’. You and Mumbo, as he had introduced himself a few minutes after you had calmed down from your panic (despite you already picking up his name), had situated yourselves against one of the walls of the gate lobby, your backs pressed to the cold plaster as the two of you quietly chatted and watched the snow fall down through the windows to the tarmac.

Resting on the dark-haired man’s suit jacket, which he had laid down beneath the two of you like a picnic blanket, you couldn't stop yourself from checking your phone every few seconds, waiting for even the slightest bit of charge to call home. Mumbo did, in fact, have a charger ready- providing it to you with the condition that you didn’t try to make a ‘super charger’ with it. 

You didn’t ask- the haunted look in his eyes said enough.

So engrossed in your task, you didn’t notice how Mumbo’s eyes seemed more focused on you than what was happening outside, dark eyes curiously picking out every breath, every flicker of your eyes towards the darkened screen of the device laid in your lap. It was obvious how anxious you were from his perspective, and he repressed the urge to pull you closer to him in comfort.

Seeing how you reacted earlier- it was honestly one of the worst experiences he had ever had to go through. Even as he was desperately trying to pull you out of it, to get your attention, you were just staring straight at him with that glassy-eyed stare- it was like you weren’t even perceiving him. And when you finally collected yourself, it hurt like a physical wound to see you apologize to him. As if you could control anything that just happened.

Mumbo didn’t know how he had gotten so attached to you.

Maybe it was the quiet tone of your voice as you talked about your niece, who had sent you multiple cards expressing how excited she was to see you this holiday. Maybe it was the way you listened to him speak, completely and utterly focused on him as he talked and visibly absorbing his words.

He didn’t know how he had gotten so attached to you, but a sour bile rose in throat at the thought that you would eventually have to part ways. It was one thing to meet someone like you in his normal day-to-day job around the city, which he knew you lived in as well, but- well, it was different. You wouldn’t just trust a random stranger at the airport with your number, right?

… Right?

When you eventually moved away with your phone, animatedly chattering to whoever was on the other end, Mumbo was still there where he had been sitting, propping his chin up in his hand as he shut his eyes to rest. Faintly, he could hear the sound of Christmas music playing from someone’s speakers, and he hummed along to the melody to stave off the buzzing thoughts in his head.

It wasn’t long, however, before you were finishing your call and settling back into place beside him, prompting the man to crack open an eye as your limbs brushed his.

“Everything alright?” he asked, blinking the exhaustion that had pooled within him in the past few minutes back as he focused on you. You sighed heavily, shooting Mumbo a weary but hesitantly optimistic smile.

“Yeah. The kiddos will be a little disappointed, but I should be able to bribe them out of it.”

Huffing a laugh, the dark-haired man angled his head toward you, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Oh, yes. We all know presents are the best thing to distract children.”

You hummed, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of your lips, and allowed to air between you to lapse into silence, on filled by the distant sounds of other people talking and the wind howling outside. Mumbo was struggling to stay awake- doing those slow, lizard-like blinks in a valiant attempt to stave off sleep- when an unfamiliar weight settled itself on his shoulder.

Turning his head to the side slightly, he was met with the sight of your head resting itself upon him, cheek smushed into the hard line of his bicep. It was clear that the stress of the day had taken its toll on you, and now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you had succumbed to your exhaustion.

 With a sudden rush of fondness, Mumbo found himself carefully shifting to draw you into his side, lifting you slightly to wrap an arm around your torso. You mumbled sleepily, snuggling deeper into his warmth, and he melted. The man had never before been so glad that someone was so tired.

“M’bo?” you slurred, one eye cracking open as you were jostled. He hushed you, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck protectively.

“It’s alright, just getting you comfortable.”

You hummed sleepily, craning your neck up to try and get a peek at his face. He was glad that you couldn’t see how red the tips of his ears were in the low light- it was far too late in the day to start getting teased.

“Pr’mse me we’ll see each other aga’n,” you said, a sudden energy in your voice as your eyes bored into him. “You’re really nice.”

Feeling himself flush further at the compliment, Mumbo couldn’t help the beaming smile that stretched across his face. “I promise.”

You nodded, evidently satisfied with his answer, before promptly leaning your full weight into his side and conking out once more. In his opinion, Mumbo couldn’t imagine himself anywhere else. This moment, right here, right now, was so intrinsically right to him.

What they say is true, he supposed- everyone does find a home for the holidays.

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My Best Friend's Family: Chapter 1

Christopher Herrmann x Teen!Fem!Reader, Herrmann Family x Teen!Reader

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Series Summary: When everything seems to be falling apart your best friend, Lee Henry, and his family are there to help.

Chapter Summary: Truck 81 goes on a call that will end up changing the Herrmann family's lives.

Series warning: Warnings: Single parent, death of a parent, foster care system, adoption

Chapter Warning: Hospital, Car accidents, horribly explained hospital mumbo jumbo.

Reader's Age: 16

The shift has been pretty calm. Only a few calls nothing big or exciting. Which was their favorite kind of shift. One where they were at the house most of it and not watching people's lives change forever. No one knew that their next call would be one that would change Christopher Herrmann and his family's lives forever. It all happened so fast. It was around 6:30, every one was eating dinner

"Truck 81, squad 3, ambulance 61 car accident-" everyone stands up abandoning their dinner. They make it onto the scene in no time. Herrmann recognized the Sedan that was upside down. It was an old Honda civic that had seen better days but still ran. It was also your mom's car. He hurried over peaking, it was only her in the car but she wasn't conscious. He checks for a pulse very relieved to have found one

"What do we got Herrmann?" Casey asks walking over.

"One passenger, she's unconscious but has a pulse. Lieutenant, I know the victim, her daughter is friends with Lee Henry." He tells his lieutenant worry on his face. You are a lot more than just Lee Henry's friend, you a part of the family so is your mom. He knows all you have is her besides his son and his family.

"Okay, we'll get her out." Casey begins shouting orders out to his crew. Dawson hands Herrmann a C collar to put on Sarah, your mom while everyone begins their work. Soon she was out of the car and being loaded into the ambo.

"Go with them we'll meet you at med." Casey told his friend.

"Thank you." Herrmann climbs into the ambulance. The second they get to the hospital he calls Cindy. You shouldn't hear about this from a stranger you should hear about it from someone you know. He wanted to stay with your mom.

"How is she?" Mouch asks. Fire House 51 came by to comfort their friend. Most of them have met you or your mom at least once but none of them were that close with you or her.

"She's in surgery... Cindy is going to pick Y/n up right now and bring her here with Lee Henry." Herrmann says looking at the ground. No one said anything as they walked by squeezing his shoulder before sitting down. Mouch took the seat next to him, with Dawson already being sat on the other side of him. It takes a couple more minutes for you to come running in, Lee Henry close behind you with Cindy not much farther behind him. Herrmann stands up looking at you.

"Christopher? Where's mom?" You asked him tears in your eyes.

"She's in surgery. We don't have an update yet." He says softly as you hugged him crying into his shirt. "She'll get through, this so will you." He says softly. Mouch, Casey, and Boden who were sitting in the row that Herrmann was sitting in stand up to give you, Cindy, and Lee Henry a place to sit. Cindy and Henry took a seat but you and Herrman stood there hugging for a little longer before you sat between him and Henry.

House 51 found themselves in this waiting room more than they'd like. Whether it was for someone on their team or to comfort someone on their team it was always hard. Even when they barely knew the person who was hurt.

"Does it always take this long?" You ask.

"Yeah. She's going to be fine kiddo. She's strong where do you think you get it from?" Herrmann wraps an arm around you.

"Yeah." You mumble resting your head on his shoulder. It doesn't take much longer before Dr. Halstead walks in. Everyone stood up, Lee Henry took your hand as you guys waited for Dr. Halstead to talk.

"She's out of surgery, and she's stable but she isn't out of the woods yet these next couple hours are vital. It is looking up though."

"Can I see her?" You ask.

"Yes only a few of you at a time so she can rest." Dr. Halstead says. You nod before leaving the group and going to her room.

"Hey, mom." You sit down in the chair next to the bed. "There's a ton of firefighters here. Chris, Lee, and Cindy are here too. Chris saved you mom, him and his friend." You look at the monitor and back at your mom.

"You've got to be okay mom, you're all I have." You cried taking ahold of her hand. You sat in silence until Herrmann walked in with Cindy.

"Hey kiddo everyone is leaving. Lee Henry is in the cafeteria getting you something to eat. Visiting hours end soon but immediate family can stay.. I talked to Halstead he said me or Cindy can stay with you it's up to you who." Herrmann tells you taking the other seat.

"Uh Christopher can you stay?"

"Yeah."

"Okay I'll come by tomorrow after I take the kids to school." Cindy says, sitting on the arm of the chair that her husband is in.

"That works.

"Okay." You nod looking over at your mom. "What will happen to me if she doesn't make it?" You ask them.

"Oh kiddo I am gonna go back to the firehouse and get out of my turnout gear before coming back here, but Boden is letting me leave shift.

"Sweetie don't worry about that. We'll deal with it if it comes to that okay?" Cindy says from the opposite side of the bed.

"Yeah okay."

"I got pizza!" Lee Henry says walking in with two slices of pizza.

"Hey, Herrmann we're leaving." Otis says peeking his head in.

"Okay coming. I'll be back in a little bit." Christopher looks at you, you nod as you take your slice of pizza from Henry.

Henry sat on the floor next to your chair while Cindy sat in the chair her husband was previously sitting in. Normally they wouldn't have brought Lee Henry to the hospital or any of their kids. But this time Lee Henry insisted on coming because you're his best friend he couldn't let you go through this alone. Okay so you wouldn't be alone because his parents would be there but that's different then him being there.

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Old Friends - Jughead x Reader

-I’m a new face to blogging so be aware I’m like an old grandma on the internet but I hope you enjoy this thing I wrote. I’m actually happy with how it turned out…ish but you know, room for improvement! Show: RiverDale Pairing: Jughead x Reader Summary: you were the one who gave Jughead Jones is famous hat Word count: 1241 Warnings: no just my terrible writing! ~~~ 10 years prior You walked into RiverDale Elementary. Your black backpack on your back as you made your ways through the ever winding corridors. Finally, spotting your classroom door you pushed the stark yellow door open and waddled inside. Your little 6 year old legs entered the child decorated classroom, messily drawn ladybugs and various other pictures decorated the walls. Your (Y/E/C) child eyes, scanned over every inch of the messy classroom that has seemingly become over crowded with people. Your eyes landed on a small boy with Raven hair, as soon as your eyes spotted him, your eyes lit up, like a kid in a candy store. You bumbled on over to the lone boy sat in the corner of the room, unzipping your backpack and pulling out a blue decorated box. "Hey, Juggie" you tapped his shoulder with your free hand, emotions slightly building up inside you. "Oh hi (Y/N/N), what's that?" The young boy asked as his eyes landed on the box, that you now cradled in your arms. "It's a present, for you!" You giggled, pushing your hands forward to allow the boy to collected from your grasp. "It's not my birthday, why have you gotten me a present?" Juggie asked so innocently. "Well, we are moving and you are my best friend! The bestest in the world!! So I decided to get you a handmade presents. My mummy says it's one of a kind!" You nodded as you moved your hands about crazily. "You mean you are leaving me?" The boy asked, the now gloomy look painting his face. "Yeah, I just came in to give you this" you smiled sadly, allowing jughead to stand to his feet and give you a big hug. You knew you were going to miss this little boy. But hopefully one day in the future you will be reunited. "Goodbye Juggie, i love you soo much" you smiled and kissed his cheek, before spinning on your heels and making your way over to the door, Turing around one last time to wave the boy a goodbye. "Bye (Y/N) I'll miss you" the boy whispered as the sad smile reappeared on his still developing face. *** Present day "Dad, I'm going for a walk" you called out as you slipped on your navy jacket, brushing your fingers through your (Y/H/C) hair and making your way to the front door. "Okay, princess! Be home by 10!" Your father called out as you shut the door and walked of the porch and down the winding path. Starting your journey to pops. --- The neon, diner sign lit your face in a dimly lit blue and you pushed open the door, hearing the all too familiar ding of the welcoming bell. Your eyes scanned around the diner, taking in the familiar scene that was displayed in front of you. The neatly spaced booths littered the little, quaint diner. The now older Pops stood behind the counter like he use to when you were just a little girl, running around in burgundy converse and a little girly dress, oh how your style has changed. "Hi, erm, can I have a milkshake please, strawberry if possible?" You asked as you approached the counter to be greeted with the one and only pops himself. The old chap just smiled at you, taking in your face as realisation hit him. "Look how big you are now (Y/N)! I can't believe you're here, why did you come back?" Pop Tate asked as he just stared at you with a charmingly, wide grin. "I know, I'm so happy you recognised me. And my dad wanted to move back since we lost our mum" you replied sadly, memories of your late mother coming back to you. "Oh, I'm so sorry (Y/N), well it's good to see you. Enjoy your milkshake" Pop said as he went of to serve another customer. You walked away from the bar and too a available booth, plopping down on one of the seats and tucking into the strawberry milkshake you had brought. You were sat there for what felt like hours, scrolling through your phone and drawing the a piece of paper you slipped into your pocket back at your house when, you heard the ding of the bell that hung above the door and a group of teenagers walk in, chatting amongst themselves as the walked to the furthest booth in the diner. You couldn't help but over hear the conversation being said and noticing one of the teenage patrons that had just walked into the diner. How could you forget him?! "Hey, Jughead. Where did you get your hat from anyway?" A raven haired girl asked. The girl was very pretty and obviously was close to the group of teens and that you haven't met before, obviously other than the brooding, angsty looking one. You knew this was your queue to walk over there and introduce yourself, battering up the courage to walk straight over there. "He got it from an old friend. Would like to think he still remembers" you stated as you walked towards the table, the group of teenagers just Turing around and looking at you. "And who are you, damn girl!" The Raven haired girl spoke up again as the others just gawked at you. "(Y/N/N)?" The one voice you had been dying to here spoke up. The raven haired boy looked up in shock as his eyes met yours "Hi Juggie" you smiled as you pushed a strand of hair from in front of your hair. "It's been awhile, glad to see you wearing the beanie" you gazed upon his head the beanie you gave him just 10 years ago. "Yeah, it's been a hell of a while" he gasped, or a manly grunt came out, obviously he was not impressed to see the likes of you Turing up. "So, where my hug? Where the '(Y/N/N) I've missed you so much, I've never stopped thinking about you! I'm so glad you're here?!' Mumbo jumbo that normally happens?" You sarcastically remarked. "Sorry to interrupt but who are you?" A brown haired boy who was definitely 'too gay to function' spoke up. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N) or (Y/N/N) for short. I lived here 10 years ago, Jug was my best mate in elementary" you spoke up confidently, waving to the rest of the teenagers. "And yous are?" "I'm Kevin! This is Veronica, Archie, Betty and you obviously know Jughead Jones" the lad named Kevin replied. "Well it's nice to meet you all, Juggie here obviously hasn't mentioned me" you laughed as you gained an eye roll from the dark haired boy. "We need to talk" Jughead spoke up, hopping up from his place in the booth and ushering you outside. As soon as the door shut to the diner he sighed. "I know what you are abo-" you were cut of by the boy giving you a massive hug, almost a bear hug. "I've missed you so much (Y/N/N)" he said softly and he rubbed your back. "I missed you too Forsythe" you laughed as you just continued to hug in the night sky that was above you. The flickering, neon diner sign that lit the two of your figures as the moon shined in the RiverDale sky. You were so glad to be back.

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