#yandere jumbo

[wrensog]

sorry guys something came over me i blacked out and this suddenly appeared

closeups under cut because tumblr quality sucks🫡

[lliminall]

(Yan) “Chrollo, why were you crying before? ….Are you alright?”

tags: gn reader, yandere, chrollo being big sad and a little bit unhinged

In the dark shadow of the room, you could almost convince yourself that Chrollo is praying as he glances up at you. Sat hunched on the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands folded against his forehead as his dark eyes open to meet yours. It would be a funny thought, if it wasn’t so unsettling to see a man of his composure unraveling before you.

For a moment he says nothing, and you wonder if you shouldn’t have said anything about it at all. If you should have stayed in the bathroom and pretended to busy yourself in the shower for another half hour. It feels almost violative to witness him in this state. Your hand itches to flip the switch of the bathroom light, plunge the room into darkness and wipe the image of that expression from your mind.

Chrollo stands and crosses the room in just a few short steps. His hands find rest on the curves of your cheeks, thumbs meandering along the lines of your face.

“I’ve lost someone very important to me,” he says. “Someone I should have been able to protect.”

His eyes are sad, too sad for a man of his kind. It’s wrong on his face, wrong on his body, for someone who’s caused so much grief to be crumbling under the weight of it himself.

“One of your friends again?” you ask.

“Yes,” Chrollo answers with a sad smile. “One of my oldest friends. And there is someone on this boat who is determined to take more from me.”

Your stomach churns nauseatingly. You aren’t sure if it’s the motion of the sea or the man in front of you causing it. Chrollo pulls you into his body, pressing his forehead against yours. He looks at you like he wants to absorb you through his skin. Catalog every detail, every sight, sound, and touch of you in the library of his mind. It feels too much like he’s bracing to lose it. To lose you.

“I see now that I’ve been an idiot,” he says. “Arrogant. An arrogant fool. I didn’t understand how close I was to losing all of you.”

Nausea. Cold, creeping nausea. You want him to drop this unfamiliar act, to become the strong and unwavering force he has always been to you. He can’t be weak. He’s made himself into the only support you have, and he can’t be weak now.

Something sharpens in his gaze.

“But I won’t make the same mistake again. I’ve been weak before, in a long distant past. Did you know that?” He smiles at you as you shake your head. “No, and I won’t be again, now or any time in our future.”

His hands tighten around your face.

“I will be anything, become anything, do anything it takes to keep what belongs to me.”

Nausea. Nausea. Your hands press against his chest in a weak attempt to put space between yourself and this man you don’t recognize. He can’t be this now. Fraying at the ends. He has to be your only constant. Your strong and unbroken constant.

At the pressure on his chest, Chrollo seems to find himself again. The edge in his eyes softens and he’s looking at you again like you’re his favorite dog, shivering while the thunder rages just outside your shelter. Firm hands press your face into the warmth of his chest.

“Chrollo, please. You’re scaring me.” The tremble of your voice muffles into the fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t be afraid, love,” he says. “Nothing is going to to take you from me. And if he tries to—“ his breath catches with a wave of emotion. The fingers in your hair tighten.

The air around you becomes thick with something powerful and suffocating, something cold and cruel that makes your joints lock and skin prickle. It fades as quickly as it comes, and Chrollo breathes slowly, deeply beside you. His hand caresses your hair in slow strokes, an imitation of comfort that does more to ground himself than to sooth you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t cause you to worry about this.” Warm lips press into the crown of your head before he tugs you away from his body to look into your eyes. “You’re safe with me. You always are.”

There’s a knock on the door. He leaves you to turn and pluck his coat from the bed, taking the warmth of his body with him, and you are left standing in the chill of the room with cold skin and damp hair.

“I’ll only be gone a moment,” he says. “Dry yourself off quickly. We’ll be moving rooms again tonight.”

He steps into the hallway where another voice greets him, and the door clicks shut behind him.

Your hair is dripping onto the tile beneath your feet. Chrollo’s voice fades into the depths of the hallway, further, further, until it’s gone.

You lock the door with shaking hands.

[dead-meat]

If you've seen any of this no you haven't. I deleted a bunch of stuff from my main account but thought I'd post some of it on here

[americanvikinggirl]

Collection of lost Grian skins pt. 1.

All of these have had faithful recreations of them made, if you want the templates you can get them here:

[endcrman]

Allostasis

(Chapter 4)

As a general rule of thumb, Grian doesn’t do public servers for a multitude of reasons. This one hadn’t even made it onto the list.

TW for PTSD symptoms, Self-Neglect, and minor Disordered Eating (All of these very minor in this chapter)

Read the whole fic here. (Here for Ao3/mobile.)

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Getting back into the swing of things was easier said than done, Grian quickly found out. Nobody expected him to be normal again immediately, nobody except for himself, which was enough of a stressor he didn’t need.

He wasn’t prepared for the effort it took him to not just start wallowing in bed again, every morning began with a fight to get himself out of bed. Most days he managed, others he needed a little help. He tried not to think about how when he wasn’t out in a couple hours, somebody was flying by and checking in on him, he tried not to think about how much work he was being for everyone else.

He didn't like being work, he didn't like being an issue, even if everyone insisted he wasn't, he knew better.

He knew if it weren't for the week he spent in bed by himself, he wouldn't be receiving so many gifted meals. “Leftovers” he was told they were, as if anyone had leftovers in this server, he was being coddled; but damn if it wasn't the best he'd eaten in months, even with the guilt that piled on with every meal.

When he could, he threw himself into his own work, be it fishing, building, or being harassed by his friends at the permit office. It helped him feel normal again, being able to pretend nothing had been wrong in the first place.

“Hey Grian!”

Like he’d been doing just now.

“How’s the fishing going?” Gem had come up behind him without him noticing, which seemed to happen often while he was focused on the river. Not Gem specifically, just in general.

“Lots of junk,” he glanced over to see Gem without pulling his attention away from the bobber in the water for too long. “Plenty of fish though too, you hungry?”

She laughed a little, sitting on a nearby barrel. “I think I’m doing alright. What are you fishing for today anyways?”

What was he fishing for? He already caught his mending book a while ago, it was just a good mindless activity. He shrugged, reeling in the next bite, a cod. “Good to get me out and moving,” he admitted, casting again. “Keeps me from wasting away in bed all day.”

Gem was quiet for a bit, which made him nervous. “I’m proud of you,” she said after a while, which made him scrunch up his face.

“Ugh, no, no serious talk,” he said, laughing a little to try and lighten the mood. “Come be normal and fish with me. I need normal.”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed right back, getting off the barrel to join him on the dock, sitting down to dip her feet in the water as she rummaged around for her own rod. “Let’s be normal together, whatever that is.”

“Normal for us,” Grian reiterated, soon realizing just how much his own feet were starting to hurt, just how long had he been out here? Eventually he was joining Gem, sitting cross-legged next to her. “So what’s your angle here?”

“My angle,” Gem repeated, reeling in and casting out again before she continued. “Why do I need an angle? Can’t I just want to hang out with my fishing buddy?”

“Nobody wants to just hang out with me right now,” Grian realized how bad that sounded as soon as it came out of his mouth, wincing. “I mean- that’s not-”

“I get it,” Gem interrupted him, and he let out a relieved sigh at not having to explain himself. “I’m not here to mother hen you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just missed you.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled, watching as his bobber sank beneath the water, too distracted to pull it back. “You wouldn't believe all the attention I'm getting right now, it's embarrassing.”

Another successful catch and cast from Gem. “We all feel a little guilty for not noticing sooner,” she explained, keeping her own gaze focused on the water. “I can't speak for everyone, of course, but we're trying to make up for it, I think.”

“We're veering off into serious territory again, Gem,” Grian warned, though he did nothing to stop it, hypocritical as he was. “Don't feel guilty, okay? It's not your fault, it's not anybody's fault.” Just his own. 

She barked a laugh at that, finally tearing her eyes away from the water again. “Easier said than done, but I'll try. You'll just have to convince everyone else now. You know Mumbo's worked himself up into a mess about all this, right?”

He grimaced, reeling in his empty line to set the rod aside, laying back on the dock to look up at the sky. Yeah, he knew. “I'm fine now, obviously. He knows he can just come talk to me, instead of sending you to do it.”

“Hey! I came here of my own volition!” Gem scoffed, sounding teasingly offended. “My ulterior motive is totally different from whatever he's got going on.”

Grian quirked a brow, turning his head to look at Gem again, who had a grin on her face now. “Ulterior motive, you say?”

“Well…” She drawled, reeling in another catch before setting her rod aside as well. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes when she finally looked back over at him. “You didn't hear it from me, but I think my little snail friend has been missing her usual company as well.”

It was almost embarrassing, how quickly he sat up at the mere mention of mischief. “Aw, I'm sorry to hear that. I could probably pass the message along,” he hummed, resting his chin on his hand as if deep in thought. That didn't last long though, soon enough he had a grin that matched Gem's, far too excited at the prospect to play coy. “I wonder if they’d like to see just how much Scar’s train has grown since the last time they visited.”

Gem threw her head back and laughed, scrambling to her feet. “I’m sure that’d be fantastic enrichment for them, we should see what they think.”

Grian followed her up, groaning as he was standing again on his own aching feet, but he was too excited to complain, adrenaline already pumping through his veins. “I bet I can beat you there,” he challenged, darting off before Gem could even react and cackling when she finally did shout out behind him.

He could almost hear her footsteps in the grass behind him, her own laughter quiet compared to the wind whipping past his ears as he picked up speed. Scar’s build wasn’t too far from his dock, thankfully, but he could already feel his lungs aching. He yelped as he tripped, just about falling head over heels as he rolled the last couple of feet, sprawled out on the grass as the world spun around him.

“Grian!” Gem sounded worried, and her steps slowed down as she stopped next to him, looking down from above. “Are you okay?”

He blinked, the world finally settling around him, then he cackled again and the worried look slid right off of Gem's face. “Never better!” He wheezed, starting to push himself up. Once he was sitting and catching his breath, he fluffed up his wings for a second so the feathers would lay flat again, slightly askew from his tumble. He was sure he looked like a mess in other ways too, grass stains on his knees and elbows, wild-eyed and flushed, but he couldn't bring himself to care, laughing again as Gem offered a hand to help haul him up on his feet once more.

Hearing Gem's laughter in return, he felt lighter than he had in a long time. “You are ridiculous,” she scolded, snickering regardless. “If that was a fair race I totally would have beat you.”

“Pfft, what? That was absolutely fair,” he bluffed, crossing his arms, though the look Gem gave him had him laughing yet again. “Okay. Okay, next time it'll be fair. Snails now?”

There was a pause, Gem narrowing her gaze as she crossed her own arms, but soon enough her grin was breaking through once more. “Alright, snails now.”

The two of them definitely didn't do anything but supervise as the snails did their work, eager to harass Scar and his build yet again. It really was a beautiful train so far, Grian almost felt guilty setting loose base-eating snails on it. Almost. They were small enough that the damage was barely there, just enough to be annoying, which was always his goal.

He and Gem were giggling again when they finally parted ways for the evening, prank left behind for Scar to find later, depending on when he decided to return home. Grian had his own goal now, the time with Gem making him realize just how much he missed his other friends too. Even when he was actively trying to take care of himself he was isolating and he hadn't even realized it. What else was he doing wrong?

Instead of dwelling, he found himself outside of Mumbo's base, the Mothball or whatever— surely he could come up with a better name than that, right? Cupping his hands around his mouth, he realized how helpful a horn would be in this situation. “Hey! Mumbo!”

Mumbo’s face looking through the barred windows startled him, he was almost expecting to have to go on a server-wide search he didn’t think he had the energy for. “Grian?” His eyes widened, and Grian could see his mustache curl into a smile even from this distance. “Hang on a moment, I’ll be right down!” And he disappeared again.

Grian had to stifle his laughter as Mumbo all but fell out of the hanging base, a hand clamped over his mouth as he tried to keep quiet. He mostly had it under control by the time Mumbo was up on his feet again, suit rumpled and hair sticking up in all sorts of directions. “Hi Mumbo,” his amusement was obvious, even without the laughter.

Before anything else could happen he was swept up in Mumbo’s arms, the sudden action forcing a squeak out of him as his feet left the ground, kicking a little. “Mumboooo!” He wailed, the dam holding back his laughter bursting once again. He stumbled when he was finally allowed to touch the ground again, arms out to keep his balance.

“Sorry, sorry,” Mumbo didn’t sound too sorry, more for the inconvenience than what he’d actually done, mirroring Grian’s smile with laughter in his own voice. “I just- I’ve missed you is all,” his tone petered off into something a bit more nervous as he wrung his hands together, “Scar told me a bit of what happened.”

Those words were spine chilling, and Grian felt his face fall. “He did?”

“No details!” Mumbo quickly assured him, hands landing on his shoulders. “He- he told me you weren’t telling Joel either so-” Grian felt himself relaxing a little as Mumbo squeezed gently. “He told me that something… serious happened, when we went offworld. I thought that maybe- but I- you were-” He sighed, hanging his head. “I’m sorry, Grian, truly.”

“Oh, Mumbo, no,” Grian tilted his own head forwards, bumping foreheads with his friend. “Is that why you haven’t come to see me yet?” He asked, trying to tease, “too busy feeling guilty?” Mumbo opened his mouth and closed it again, gaping a little like a fish, which meant his answer was yes, and he just didn’t want to admit it. Grian sighed, pulling away a little so Mumbo’s hands slid off his shoulders, taking one of them in his own. “Come on. We’re hanging out, no guilty feelings on my watch. Done and over with, show me what you’ve been working on.”

Mumbo perked up at that, like he always did when Grian asked about his redstone. “Well, you see, since I figured out how to get up into my base, I’ve started working on a way to categorize and organize my builds,” he said beginning to tug Grian along to show him just what he was working on, gesturing as he spoke, “if you break it down to it’s bare components it’s quite simple actually-”

Grian almost laughed at that— simple, as if— but instead he let Mumbo’s words wash over him, nodding and humming as expected. He might not have been picking up on too much of the specifics of the redstone, but it wasn’t like it was something he’d be using himself, the time spent with Mumbo was much more valuable than any redstone engineering.

“��and you’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”

The words Mumbo was actually saying finally parsed in Grian’s brain, after however long of just listening without comprehending, and it made him squawk in offense. “I am too! You’ve got a- um- it’s like… a modified passcode kind of thing,” Grian bit his lower lip, waving his hand a little. “Right?”

Mumbo smiled so warmly at that, and the nod he got almost had him celebrating outwardly too. “Did you guess that, or were you actually listening to me?”

“A little bit of both,” Grian admitted with a snicker, shrugging slightly. “Sorry, I just like being here with you.” He didn’t mean for that to come out as mushy as it did, but Mumbo only looked even happier at the confession, so he didn’t mind quite too much. “Don't let it go to your head,” he tried to save.

“Aw, Grian,” Mumbo wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a side hug even as he pouted. “I like being here with you too.”

Grian huffed, reluctantly leaning into the other, his hesitance more for show than anything else. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he sighed, relaxing even more after a moment. He definitely didn’t stretch out a wing around Mumbo, and thankfully the other knew better than to comment on it, eventually continuing to explain the redstone in front of them; and Grian was actually starting to pick up on a couple of things. It wasn’t like he was clueless about redstone, he’d built a couple of contraptions at this point! He just hadn’t picked up quite the amount of knowledge Mumbo had yet.

“Are you getting tired?” Were the next couple of words directed at him, having Grian blinking his eyes open and lifting his head off of Mumbo’s shoulder.

“Huh?”

He heard Mumbo’s laugh, shaking him awake from his half-asleep daze, bringing him back to reality. “I asked if you were getting tired, but I think that’s answer enough. Let’s get you home, birdie.”

He scrunched up his face at the nickname, which just made Mumbo laugh again. “No, I’m fine. I don’t need to,” he protested, even as he allowed Mumbo to take the lead, undoubtedly leading him back to his base regardless.

“You’ve practically been sleepwalking the past half hour,” he sounded amused at least, rather than bothered or annoyed. “I appreciate the company, especially after so long, but you don’t need to stay up for my sake, G.”

“I can take care of myself, you know,” Grian huffed, falling in step with him, “nobody thinks so but I can, I’m a grown man damn it,” he wasn’t even mad at Mumbo specifically, he didn’t think he could be truly. “I shouldn’t have to be anybody’s responsibility.”

Mumbo was quiet, waiting for him to finish it seemed, because he only spoke when it seemed Grian wasn’t going to continue. “Nobody’s saying you aren’t, Grian,” his voice was purposefully even and patient, “but you’re going through a rough time, and we don’t want you to come out the other end hurt, or worse.”

He scowled a little at the thought, shaking his head. “But I’m fine now, I don’t need everyone babying me because they’re scared I’m going to- to-” He gestured with his hands, something he couldn’t describe. “-I don’t even know! But I’m not going to, I’m fine!” Even hanging out with Gem earlier, even though she had promised she wasn’t going to treat him like that, there was something unspoken in the air; and now with Mumbo too.

“Grian, I’m not trying to start an argument with you right now,” Mumbo rolled his eyes, Grian was sure of it, even if he couldn’t see it. He was being ridiculous after all. “Everybody here needs a bit of help sometimes, you just got unlucky enough that everyone else noticed, instead of just me or Pearl.”

“Scar and Joel and their blabbermouths,” Grian mumbled, kicking at the grass as they continued to walk.

“They mean well,” he was reminded.

“I know, that’s why it sucks that I can’t be mad at them,” he sighed, “everybody here means well. Bane of my existence, being cared for,” he snorted, even if Mumbo didn’t laugh with him that time.

“Grian…”

“I just wish you guys would tell me when I’m too much, I know I am sometimes,” he pouted, “I’ve been told before.” Mostly it was just when a prank went a little too far, and he had to help clean up and was told not to do it again. Which was just fine and totally fair, he just wished they’d do the same here.

“Grian, that’s not-”

“I wouldn’t get upset, even! I’d rather you guys tell me instead of working so hard to coddle me,” Grian cut him off. “Let me handle myself before I scare everyone away,” he sighed, voice dropping in volume as he crossed his arms tightly, almost hugging himself. “Sorry.”

Mumbo stopped walking, turning to face him again, and Grian couldn’t help but shrink even more under his gaze. “Grian…” Hands on his cheeks gently tilted his head up, forcing him to make eye contact as much as he was trying to avoid it. “Everyone’s trying to help because they want to, not because they feel like they have to. We like you, you’re our friend, and we hate seeing you hurt. I know you have a hard time accepting it, but you deserve it, okay? You’re not too much, and you’re not scaring anyone away.”

He wasn’t going to cry, he refused. He sniffled softly, looking away. “Okay.” Grian took a deep breath, eyes closing for a moment. “... Thank you.”

“Any time, G.” Mumbo’s hand found his shoulder again, just a gentle pressure that soon slid off. “Will you be okay tonight, when you get home?” Alone remained unsaid, though implied.

He opened his eyes again, meeting Mumbo’s eyes on purpose now. “I think so, yeah. You could always check in on me tomorrow, make sure I’m not getting up to any trouble?”

That made Mumbo smile again, easing the growing tension. “You are known to get up to trouble, true. I suppose I better put it on my calendar.” 

Grian laughed, finally starting towards his base again, checking behind himself to make sure he was being followed. “Don’t lie to me, you don’t have a calendar.”

“I could! You don’t know that,” Mumbo protested, then after a moment or two he sighed, hanging his head. “No, you’re right. I don’t.”

“I know you,” Grian scolded, snickering softly, he almost didn’t notice as they finally made it to his base, sun setting in the distance. “... No more avoiding me, okay?”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” Mumbo’s answer was immediate, then he looked a little guilty again. “No, I… I’m sorry. I’ll be over tomorrow, I promise.”

He smiled softly, nodding. “Good, I'll hold you to that,” he hummed, hesitating before giving Mumbo a quick hug, pulling away just as quickly. Mumbo had his own smile back, and Grian considered that a success. They split easily after that, Mumbo headed back to his base as Grian made his way up into his own.

Honestly, he was almost too excited to sleep. He found himself in his bed too easily, comfortable under the covers, but otherwise tossing and turning, thinking about tomorrow. It was a little ridiculous, he thought, they hadn't even made proper plans, but he couldn't help it, eager for things to be like they were again.

He was finally pulled out of his futile attempts at sleep by his comm going off, notification distinct from that 

samgladiator: hey. i know youre ignoring me and that's totally fine and i get it, i promise.

samgladiator: but ellen found out i had your comm address and basically begged me to let you know they say hi, lol. they said they miss you

Grian's stomach lurched, and he quickly hit the power again, turning off the screen. No, he wasn't thinking about this tonight. He took a deep breath, holding it in. He hadn’t spoken to Ellen in ages, he’d wager it had been over a decade even. They still thought about him?

He let out a slow breath, feeling his heartbeat slowing just a bit, he hadn’t even noticed how much it had sped up in the first place. He wasn’t going to freak out, he refused. Grian took another deep breath, setting his comm aside as he continued breathing deeply, laying back onto his bed.

Tomorrow. This was all a problem for tomorrow.

[cherryshelf]

DOODLES @kelceilingfan AND I DID LAST NIGHT!!!!! ahhghavvfvc it was like 6am while drawing them and we were not thinking while drawing them

[yanderehighschool-confessions]

Grian mentioned that he definitely didn't contact Cthulhu to get Mumbo back in his latest Hermitcraft episode and I lost my mind tbh. Man just called up Igbar like "I miss him so bad" or something idk

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[bluebblurry]

I want a mumscarian au where they’re all like scary somehow, but they love each other and are scary together. Give me a vex!scar who eats people. Give me a watcher!Grian who’s kind of a yandere. Give me a vampire!Mumbo who.. is honestly just kind of a guy (just kidding, he’s like a cryptid or something).

[raileurta]

The fruits of hermitcraft part one

In honor of pride month I will be rating each c!hermit on how fruity I think they are.

Grian: 8.5/10

• On multiple occasions he has tried to summon he's boyfriend coded best friend.

•Was bonded to scar in 3rd life in and then literally bonded to c!scar in double life.

•When c!grian was previously asked by c!taurtis if he liked girls he said no.

•Obsessed with mumbo; probably to a unhealthy extent.

•Is a god. End quote.

•Canonically a crossdresser.

•Has milf rights because of mother spore.

•I'm pretty sure he has eaten at least one capitalist.

He's pretty fruity but there's room for approvement.

[popsiclefloss]

I love how unhinged Grian can be about friendship.

Murdering, trapping, and warring for Scar, "we can still be friends Mumbo" *starts trying to murder him*, summoning circles, digging a massive tunnel for a little messaging system, Mumbo for Mayor, CEO Mumbo, "SCAR NO!!" "You're not even safe on your OWN server TIM!", *Releases a wither just to spook Mumbo*, the Mumbo shrine

There's something almost aggressive about it and I adore it.

[thathermitweirdo]

Bunny Boy - Oneshot

Mumbo was unaware of the new world that he was stuck in. It didn't feel real, if that made sense. He could smell the scent of flowers that was carried on the wind, he was able to feel the cool drops of rain against his face. Yet this place...it felt rather odd.

It was a neighborhood of sorts, right next to a large school building. Both the streets and the homes were abandoned, with no sign of another living person. Color was very dull and lackluster, as if someone had drained any joy and light from this realm. The redstoner thought he had seen students walking past the windows of the school, though when he ran to meet them, no one was there.

The first few days he had spent wandering, in search of some kind of explanation as to what was going on. It seemed as though time was frozen, as the sun was always stuck in the exact same position with each passing moment. He had tried to keep track of time, marking the hours, until the Brit realized that he had no way to tell when an hour had actually passed.

He had no memory of arriving here. One moment he was on hermitcraft, the next he was in some kind of lifeless world. Mumbo knew that the others would notice his absence, so it wouldn't be long until the hermits find him. So he took the opportunity to claim one of the houses in the neighborhood, which he thoroughly checked before determining that it was completely empty. After all, the mustached hermit needed a place to rest after what seemed to be a couple days of no contact from the others.

So, he waited there. It was a bed positioned right by the window that looked right out on the street, exactly where he had appeared. He watched from the bed for a while, Mumbo's eyes glued to the window, waiting for something. But after a while, his eyelids grew a little too heavy, and the bed felt a little too comfortable. He didn't remember falling asleep, so at some point the redstoner must have slipped into a dreamless sleep.

The days went like that for a while. Mumbo would explore the school or the neighborhood for most of the day, then he would head back to the house he claimed to wait for someone to come and rescue him. Every morning when he would wake up, the Brit would take a pen and make a tally on the wall to signify another 'day' that had passed. But truthfully, he could have been out for only a few hours, or maybe even a few days! Who knows how long he had wandered for, or how long he had slept for!

But Mumbo tried not to let it bother him. Maybe time was slower back in the real world. Maybe only a day had passed since he went missing. Maybe the others were currently working on a way to bring him back. Maybe it had only been a couple of hours! In reality, weeks had gone by already. As more time passed, the hermit would sink deeper into a pit of denial and anxiety. He was certain that the others would find him soon. They wouldn't just leave him here, wherever 'here' was.

He didn't need to eat or drink here, which was rather odd. Maybe he was in some kind of hell, someplace that he would never be able to escape from. Maybe he had died, or he had been banned? Those were just a couple of conspiracies Mumbo had come up with, since he had nothing but an endless amount of time to think. His mind obviously wandered, thinking about what had brought him here or what he had done to get trapped here.

By the time his wall had become covered in tally marks, the ink from his marker had run out. Mumbo had to resort to carving a line as each day passed, just to have some sense of time. He had to remain sane and calm, just until he was rescued. The redstoner continued to hold onto the last sliver of hope that he had, though he knew that it would quickly fade.

It was a morning, or maybe a night, just like any other. Mumbo dragged his hand across the wall, feeling the cracks where his knife had carved into the wall. He lifted the small dagger, scraping yet another mark into the wall before letting the blade slip from his hands. It tumbled to the floor, as the Brit felt his eyes begin to water. Three months had passed. Three whole months. Hell, it could have been so much longer!

He fell to his knees, bringing his hands to his face to sob. No one was coming. No one would find him here. Was he dead? Was this hell? Was he ever going to see the hermits again? Did they even realize he was missing? Did they even care!?

At this point, he hoped that he was dead. Because if that were the case, the hermits wouldn't have forgotten about him. They wouldn't have left him here to rot, because then this would be hell, and there was no way to escape or save him.

Mumbo gave himself time to sob, crying to himself in the bedroom, with the curtains shut to block out sun's invading light. He was lost, destined to never see his friends ever again, and he wasn't even sure why. This place had no place in his mind, nor was it familiar to the Brit. It was a neighborhood and a highschool, nothing else. Nothing special or important to his life, simply a school that he had never seen before. If this truly was hell, then what kind of hell was it?

A couple more weeks managed to pass. Then a few more. Mumbo lost track of it all long ago. It was meaningless to try and stay sane in a place that was meant to break you. It had been a while since he last got out of bed. Far too long, truthfully. Mumbo honestly couldn't care less, though the walls began to feel like they were closing in on him. He was probably going crazy.

Eventually, Mumbo relented, pulling himself out from the safety of his bed. He needed some fresh air, desperately. Dragging his feet as he walked, Mumbo stumbled down the hallway with his legs shaking due to lack of use. He reached the front door of the house, pushing through it with ease.

The outside world seemed the same as always. Not a cloud in the sky, a gray atmosphere, along with a dreary feeling that hung over every aspect of his surroundings. The sun remained in its place, it hadn't moved since Mumbo first arrived. It was almost like he was stuck in an infinite loop, a perpetual state of being unable to move forwards or back.

He hated this hell.

Mumbo wanted to break down and cry, right there and then. He couldn't hold anything back. It was all breaking lose. The redstoner fell to his knees, his hands desperately clutching at his hair. He wanted to scream, to scream till his lungs burned, till his throat became raw. Yet what was the point of screaming?

No one could hear him.

Or, so he had thought.

There was something he spotted, for a very brief moment at least, in the corner of his eye. It was blurry from his tears, but it moved. It was something real. It was something alive.

Mumbo felt the tears come to a halt, his head jerking towards the source of movement.

It was a bunny. A little fluffy bunny with fur as white as snow.

He and the animal stared at each other for a moment. Then another. And another. Mumbo just watched, barely breathing as he sat still. The rabbit continued to watch him back, tilting its head curiously.

"Are you really here? Is this real?" Mumbo muttered softly, his eyes wide. He slowly rose to his feet, completely focused on the bunny.

For such a small creature, it had somehow managed to look intimidating. Its ears flattened against its fluffy skull, making its movements almost seem robotic. As if it had no emotion. Slowly, the rabbit padded closer to him, stopping several feet away. It cocked its head, its large eyes staring directly at Mumbo with curiosity.

Then Mumbo blinked, and the rabbit was gone. In its place now stood a man, as if the rabbit had transformed into the human within the moment that his eyes were closed. He wore a tan suit with a red tie, similar to some kind of uniform. His jeans were pale and ripped from the wear over the years. Though by far the most noticeable feature was his hat, a white beanie with fluffy bunny ears.

Mumbo didn't question it. His grin spread across his face, wider than it had in a long time. "A-Another person! Oh my goodness!" He exclaimed with pure joy.

"I didn't think I'd see anyone here." The man with the rabbit ears said, holding no tone as he spoke. "Guess G wanted to get rid of you too."

"G? Y-you mean Grian? Do you know him?!"

"Oh man." The man laughed a little, "You're in for a hell of a time here pal. The name is Sam, glad to see you haven't completed your cracked yet."

"I was starting to." Mumbo admitted.

"Well then, you might wanna get yourself a beer or something." Sam shrugged, flicking his wrist. As if he were magic, a bottle of some kind of alcohol appeared in his hand. "Come on, let's go to the school roof. We can talk there."

—

They sat on the ledge, both holding a drink. Mumbo was never good with alcohol, taking the occasional sip or too, while Sam seemed to be downing a few bottles with ease. "So you've been here for how long?" The redstoner asked, squeezing the glass of the bottle.

"Years, probably. Once I realize Grian wasn't coming back I gave up."

"I'm going to need a couple explanations." The taller man said while shaking his head. "I've never heard Grian mention someone by the name of Sam. And what is this place anyway? Are you magic? I-I mean, you turned yourself into a rabbit, you can summon stuff, it's rather intriguing!"

"First off—" Sam set down his beer. "—Grian probably wants to forget about me. Let's just say he and I had a bit of a falling out. This place is what I'd like to call a personal prison. I thought it was just for me, but now you're here, so that theory must be wrong."

"And what about you being magic?" Mumbo raised an eyebrow, bringing the bottle to his lips for another swig of alcohol.

Sam let out a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. "I wish. Then maybe I could get out of here. But no, my guess is Grian wanted to be somewhat humane while making this place. You can basically do anything."

"And out of everything you could have done, you chose to become a bunny?"

"Just when I realized someone else was here with me. Didn't wanna get caught by Grian." Sam rolled his eyes, setting down the third empty bottle. "Geez, I wish alcohol worked here. But time doesn't exactly move, so you can't exactly get drunk."

Mumbo thought for a moment or two. "Wait, you said Grian made this place?"

"Yep. A special little gift for me. To keep me from ever finding him and Taurtis."

"Who?"

Sam looked at Mumbo as if he had three heads. "Taurtis? Y'know, Grian's best friend? They're practically attached at the hip.”

"But..I'm Grian's best friend." Mumbo blinked, "I've never even heard of Taurtis before now."

"Maybe you're not really friends. I mean, he sent you here for how long? Doesn't seem like he's working that hard to find you.”

Mumbo stayed quiet, attempting to process all this information that had suddenly been dumped upon him. "I-I don't get it. What did I do?"

"Probably nothing." Sam muttered, "It's Grian that's the problem. He's the one who banished us here. He's the one who ruined our lives."

They sat there for a little while longer. It could have been an hour or two, but who knows. Mumbo was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to even notice the passing of time.

Why would Grian have sent him here?

What did he do to deserve his fate?

—

Just an angsty Mumbo and Sam oneshot :)

Also, I’m reposting these from my Wattpad account, so some of these oneshots might be kinda old. So the writing might be worse than the quality of my Family Dinner Oneshot

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere red room idea

The Red rooms. It’s not something He really thought he’d find himself using but here he is, walking up the corridor with a key card in his pocket. It’s definitely a secret society type of deal, code words, secret hand gestures, one use keys, all the security one could imagine. The first time he even heard of such a place like this, he assumed it was dark internet fetish mumbo jumbo. 

But after he found you, well, the right people found him and led him to the right place. Not a room of pain, but one of pleasure, to show his darling all of his intense love and emotion and then some. 

He hasn’t even booked a room yet, he’s here as a sort of consultation visit. To see if he really has the balls to do this and show that yes, he adores you, and that his love outweighs anyone else’s. 

Sliding the card into the door brought him into an empty room besides a desk, a few chairs, and two large filing cabinets. He takes a look around, quickly surveying the area, before stepping inside fully and sitting in the chair facing the large office chair in front of him. Before he can let his shoulders relax, a man follows in behind him, followed by a woman as well, both dressed professionally and seeming very…happy. 

“Ah! It’s good to see you, Mr-” 

“Lee, you can just call me Lee. And you are?” He asks, gesturing to the woman standing beside the man in the suit as he begins to open a manilla envelope, spreading the papers out on the table. 

“Victoria. We can leave it at that. I can tell that you know secrecy and customer privacy are our top priority with this business” She says with a knowing smile, sliding the papers over to face them towards the doctor.

“Now, Lee, What we have here is a very basic outline of what we can do for you and that love bug you’ve found yourself. We celebrate rather than punish our loved ones here, and want them to understand that to their core! We find that the red room experience helps!” The man exclaims with excitement, but has yet to really introduce himself. 

Lee was told to expect that however. The leader behind this all was kind enough to reach out but he wasn’t to expect anything too personal. “All business” was his very aura, and Lee could respect that. He nods along as Victoria took the reigns, explaining some of their core beliefs before getting to what Lee really wanted to know. 

“We can make the room however you please, lease it for up to four days at a time with personnel who checks in every four hours with their own special keys, for the darlings sake. As much as we wish to fully trust our customers, we will not take the risk of them dying or being seriously injured in any way. As stated, this is a way to show love and we give you the tools to do so! “ Victoria then spreads apart the papers, pointing here and there as she explains a bit more, intriguing Lee with every bit. “We have romantic layouts like at a hotel, we have BDSM specialist rooms, we have very highly rated toys and devices that we inspect and clean before each room is ready, and we have a live stream option if you’re the type who thinks everyone should see the pleasure you’re darling is receiving! I personally recommend the tribbing machines with the black rose theme if you prefer the dom and sub type of vibe, but we can personalize however you like!” 

Huh. Wow. They’re very thorough aren’t they? 

The business man nods, sitting back in his seat as he adjusts his tie. “I started many companies in my life, all based on bringing smiles and joy, and it’s my personal belief that there needs to be a company looking out for your lover! Love, adventurous or more mellow, is a beautiful thing that our darlings need to be showered in as much as possible. If you’d like, this can also be set up in a way to just calmly express your love to your darling, but I will clarify that it isn’t guaranteed to go well…I advise getting our crews to pick them up and deliver them for you, with every person being given a  background check of course! Safety and security is what comes first for your darling” 

Lee was a bit flabbergasted to say the least. They talk so professionally, have such a strange ethic to them, and they act as if he’s about to buy a company or large house rather than finally get ahold of the love of his life. It’s…Odd but charming. He can’t say he’s turned away from this, in fact he has a few ideas for his own red room. 

“Are they CPR trained and do they have basic first aid knowledge?” Lee asks as he looks over some more of the photos, liking the array of toys they had up for use to add to the room, each one costing extra of course but for what he had planned…it wouldn’t be too bad. 

Victoria smirks, laughing lightly in amusement “I can see we’ve caught even more of your attention. We can make sure these personnel are trained for the pick up, but our permanent staff are already trained in first aid help and some, even small surgical emergencies. You know, always needing to be prepared and all”. 

They talk  a few more things out, Lee deciding that if these people were serious, then he could trust them. If they crossed him in any way, he’d easily rid at least a handful of them. He didn’t get that gut feeling he usually does when people are lying to him however. This felt thorough and legit and well…Professional. 

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you Mr Lee. We’ll be getting in touch with you shortly! You wont regret setting this up-” the business man says with a firm handshake, smiling in an almost uncanny way. “And remember, when you’re in a bind, one of our smiles will ease your mind"

-Mommabean (This was so silly but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!)

[eclairsnme]

♡ POV: Being The Itoshi Brother’s Elder Sister ♡

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

More trouble and very dilf (prick) boss and yandere kaiser!!

tags: idol!you, crack comedy, reunion, familial love, sfw, somewhat of a brat (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎), lack of common sense, dilf boss, kaiser is giving me psycho killer mannn (✦థ ｪ థ), red flags!!

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

A few years ago,

You picked up the phone and read a message.

It’s a punishing journey here.

It was from Sae, your younger brother.

After reading the message, you flipped the phone to your manager.

You could not be bothered to reply to him as... well, you are in a middle of a scandal.

A rival company is trying to sue you for plagiarising their music.

I mean like ew? (¬､¬)

You debuted in the music industry one year ago and had already gathered a massive fanbase and caused a wave in the industry.

Many were hailing you as the pop star of the century. Recognised not only domestically but also worldwide.

The songs were written by you and with the collaboration of acclaimed song producers.

When all of your songs dominated the Billboard chart, you solidified your status as the youngest and most celebrated star of this era.

You know what they always say, behind every success has its own trials and tribulations, and yeah you were now experiencing that exact phenomenon — a scandalous scandal, a bad suing kind.

The rival company had been trying to produce their very own pop star using you as the manual, however, it was to no avail. Obviously.

You snorted at that. No one could compete with you, naturally.

Therefore, they had to resort to underhand tactics. Such as, wrongly accusing you of plagiarism without any ounce of evidence and trying to sue you to boot?

Huh! The audacity.

More absurdly, he annouced all that mumbo jumbo on the stupid bird app! That hellhole of an app.

It goes without saying that the news spread quickly like lighting speed! Both fans and haters became aware of it and rumors and negative comments began to circulate rapidly. They really popped off there.

What else popped off? Keyboard warriors. They came and showed the heck up. They have never typed their opinions so quickly.

Before you could defend yourself from such an outlandish claim, they had already painted you a bad reputation. You cracked a displeased smile.

It appears that your followers and supporters have left you abruptly and without any hesitation.

And they call themselves loyal fans. You pouted. People’s minds sure do sway rather quickly. That bandwagon sure has lots of passengers.

Today, a crowd gathered outside your studio to protest against what they perceive as your "sinister" conduct.

How very rude!

Prior to your debut, you had anticipated that your first scandal would involve a dating rumour with a super hot man. However, the current scandal being circulated is merely a laughable joke and not the kind you had expected.

The music you made was definitely yours last you checked. It was unquestionably from this absolutely talented brain of yours.

“Pest,” you grumbled.

Oh and what a pest he definitely is. Actually, he was more disgusting than those creepy crawlies. He had a greasy face, greasy hair and an incredibly bad breath.

You shivered. Yucky.

“That bastard!” The boss of your company slammed the table.

Your boss was a tall and well-dressed individual in his mid twenties. He was an efficient and smart, young man that had personally scouted you and propelled your career (well, that is a little too much credit to him but yeh yeh).

This company had a few B-listers if you squint... hard enough. You were his first pop star and damn, you exceeded all his expectations. Not to toot your own horn, but yes you are quite literally The Best.

After learning of the absurdity, he was absolutely furious. He was frothing in the mouth like how baristas froth them age-old milk. You found it quite funny to see his handsome face contort to such comedy.

You hid your giggle behind your hand.

He stopped and knelt down in front of you, "I understand that this situation is difficult for you right now, but I assure you that we will find a solution and overcome this obstacle together."

Even the dumbest person would know that refuting the so-called "claims" was a simple task. However, the bigger issue at hand is the individuals who have already turned their backs on you. Unfortunately, you are currently considered the most disliked public figure.

Can you believe that? Me!

To that, you grunted and took a heavy whiff of the musky meeting room.

Gain back their support?

You suddenly stood up, causing your boss to fall back onto his buttocks.

An idea crossed your little noggin. Your idea is truly exceptional, with a level of creativity that is almost unparalleled. Some people might even dare ask, "From that brain of yours?"

A true visionary of the century you would say. You snickered to your own delight.

“What’s going on?” Your boss asked in confusion.

“I know just the way to make him eat his shit!” You bellowed, lightly brushing the nonexistent dust from your Miu Miu garb.

Oh yes, eat shit he will. Bet, his shit would be the best-tasting shit he will ever consume.

-

Present day

You, the top idol, stood in front of the screen fake crying your heart out for your dear little brother.

“Do you not love me anymore?!” You dramatically placed your hand over your face, wiping away the fake tears.

Rin covered his ears at that infamous phrase coming from you.

As the situation “escalates”, even Rin’s teammates started to catch on to your act. As in, they actually fell for your poorly executed acting.

“Oi, Rin your sister is calling for you! You bastard of a little brother making her cry,” his teammates and Karasu collectively shouted at him, accusingly.

This was too much for Rin to handle, the embarrassment was too excruciating. He was so close to believing that you were not his sister. Heck, did you hear his internal thoughts? Because he could vaguely hear you crying louder. He shuddered.

To Rin, this was the equivalent of having his mom unexpectedly appear in the classroom and announcing every speck of mole on his body to everyone. Yet again, he shuddered.

You, on the other hand, were just about to tease him more when Mr Manager tapped on your shoulder.

“Your next schedule is in an hour, you need to get ready.”

Ah, talk about getting blue balled. You frowned. You were just about to have fun with Rin.

"Schedule? I thought I was done for today?" You gave him a look of disapproval, with your lips tightly pressed together.

"I-it's the meeting with the boss!" He spread his arms wide in disbelief, brows downturned and mouth gaping like a goldfish.

"That person would not mind," you turned away from the screen and shrugged your shoulders, "no big deal missing one or two meetings."

"You mean, multiple (all) meetings?"

Wow, talk about being unnecessarily observant. You rolled your eyes. If your eyes could roll to the back of your skull that will be great.

So, your boss has this thing where you have to meet him and then goes on to lecture you on your bad public image blah blah blah. A broken record. That is what he is. He needs to learn how to shut up.

"Please you need to attend the meeting or else," your manager took a deep breath, "he will be really angry at me. Since he also specifically mentioned the severity of your behaviour this time around."

"Andddd?" You nonchalantly glance over, not sure why you should care.

Your boss sure is a pain in the buttocks. You can handle yourself well without him. What about the severity of your behaviour this time around? This was not your first rodeo.

"Wait!" You yanked the collar of his shirt, "What do you mean by the severity of my behaviour this time around."

He miserably clutch onto his shirt to ensure he would not die to accidental asphyxiation.

"T-he paps!" He released himself from your grip and whispered into your ears, "They took a photo of you smooching a man! Boss was super - and I mean super duperrr - angry! Since this morning, he has been attempting to hide the entire situation from the public."

Smooch? The only thing you smooched was...

Oh!

Oh?

OH!

Ohhh?

OH!

So, someone did catch you getting first base with that German guy.

"Smooch?" Anri gasped, a little too loudly. Actually, loud enough for the entire Blue Lock facility to hear.

Smooch? The Blue Lock players repeated after Anri.

Anri clasped her mouth shut.

Erm oops. (Ŏ艸Ŏ)

Turns out, the screen was still on for everyone to witness.

"End of today's entertainment — hope everyone feels motivated by the special appearance of the wonderful idol," with a click of a button, Ego had the screen turned off to the disgruntlement of the players behind the screen and to the joy of Rin.

"W-we have to go!" Panic filled Mr Manager's voice as he tried to drag you out of the room.

"But my Rin!"

"You are welcome here anytime," Ego interjected.

"Really?" Your teal eyes lid up.

"Reward for work and work for reward. It is widely acknowledged that when individuals receive recognition for their diligent efforts, they tend to exhibit improved performance and exhibit a more optimistic outlook. As a result, it is imperative to provide incentives that are based on performance. By the way, I must take a moment to express my genuine gratitude for your presence here today, Miss."

You blinked at his response, "I don't know what you just said, but I will be back for my little brother, Go-go!"

Ego briefly reflects on his nickname and then lets a faint smile appear on his face, "Hope to see you very soon too."

"Ah, the boss is already calling me! We have to go!"

"Bye-bye, big melon woman!" You did not forget your manners, as you made your way out.

Anri shyly waved back at you.

Damn, I really want big boobs.

-

His sharp eyes met yours.

You gulped.

You felt like a deer caught in the headlight. It was just a smooch — a very normal German etiquette. No biggie. Right?

Your boss held a photograph of what you believe is the source of this man's frustration.

You took the photograph out of his hands, "I spy with my little eyes a man and an exceptionally drop-dead knockout woman engaged in - you know what? This is actually a really good photo! We could hang it-"

"For goodness sake!"

"-on the wall."

He ruffled his neatly tousled coif into a slightly messy one.

"It is just an old friend," You fidgeted with the ends of your dress.

"Friends do not eat out each other's face!" He exasperated, loosening his tie.

"I-"

"I don't think you get it. This photo shows very clearly, the nation's biggest star and the German prodigy footballer exchanging salivas! This is big big news! And it will be a scandal if people catch wind that you are going around smooching high profile people! What would people think of you? We have been through so many ups and downs together but this is your first relationship scandal. I can already imagine the looks of your fans-"

"Aren't you being a tad bit dramatic? Isn't it normal for a pretty girl like me to have relationships?"

"You are an idol!" He shouted, a little too loud that you flinched, "And what is this thing that your Manager told me? Regarding your desire for a boyfriend, please keep in mind that as an idol, you have a certain image to uphold."

You stood up and slammed the table, a little too hard — you felt your palm throb underneath. You took angry steps towards him and placed your still throbbing palm on his face ever so not gently.

He stared into your teal eyes and you saw the big gulp he took.

Taking another step closer till your head was right beneath his chin, you stared up at him and squeezed his cheeks with all your might. He groaned and grabbed your wrist.

"What is that for!" He softly clasped onto his tender, reddened cheeks. You harrumphed back at him.

"HA! Idol this idol that." You snorted, "what if he is actually my boyfriend? Have you thought of that? Plus, my fans are mature enough to understand. We've practically grown up together. Don't be delusional, old pal!"

Ah, I am really digging my grave.

"You know very well-" You eyed him sharply, his mouth clammed shut.

"Kaiser and I are super in love and so what if some paps caught us? Is it really possible for someone like me, a young and attractive woman, to remain celibate forever? I am certainly not a nun." You let your mouth run, nervously.

Wow, my grave has been dug real deeeep, very spacious if I say so myself.

To be honest, you were not even too sure what you were even saying. Your boss was being such a prick. Prickly prick. Ugh.

"When did you even meet that guy with your full schedule?" He asked, hands still on your wrist.

"Our love needs no words. Whence our eye meets, we are in love," You physically cringed at your words. Seeing the goosebumps rising from your boss's arms, you were not the only one who thought so it seems.

Great. Just great.

"Let us set this straight. So you are telling me that you are in a relationship with that football player?"

"Why do you act so surprised? C'mon, I have two fine brothers who are also football players. What can I say? I just love a man who can treat the ball right. It is all bound to be. Therefore this is no scandalous scandal you should be worried about."

He releases your hands and stuffs his hands inside the pocket of his suit, reaching for the cigarette pack. He let out a deep breath and then proceeded to light a cigarette. With a shaky breath, he exhaled the thick smoke, his head throbbing from pent-up exhaustion and frustration.

You almost felt sorry for him, almost.

"Sooner or later, the news will explode. I will have a statement prepared for the media. Get ready."

Oh jolly, will you look? My grave is the size of an Olympic pool! How spacious. Sorry, big man.

Your boss was a good man that cared for you. But sometimes it gets overbearing. Very red flag. Do you think maybe that's why he's still single? I mean, he's got a lot going for him - eligible bachelor, CEO, and let's be real, he's pretty good-looking. But there's gotta be a reason, right?

Ladies, if you need a man you can call me.

ヾ(о-ω･)ﾉ⌒★

-

Kaiser smiled to himself.

The brightness of his phone deepened his smile into one of a Cheshire cat.

On his phone was a picture of you helplessly holding onto him as he savoured your lips.

"Aren't we cute together?" He said to no one in particular as he caresses the rose tattoo on his neck.

Oh, how the world so nicely revolves around him that fate has brought you back to him.

It would be wonderful if you could be in his embrace at this moment.

He puts down the phone and closed his eyes.

Be patient. Mein göttin.

-

"You should go back to sleep," Sae's soothing voice nearly put you to sleep as you struggled to stay awake.

You heard rustlings on the other end of the call, pretty sure he was in the middle of his training.

Oops.

"I made a fool out of myself today!" You lamented, snuggling deeper into your silky covers.

"Aren't you always a fool? What did you do this time? Lo siento. Estoy hablando con mi hermana-" You could hear another feint voice conversating with him. Must be his teammates. You yawned.

"- I am sure it is nothing too serious as always. You are tired, go sleep," Sae returned to the conversation.

"It is really really bad..." you spoke softly, rubbing your face onto the silk.

"Did you kill someone?"

"My boss looked like he almost died but no," You stretched your aching body, "I think I just got myself a boyfriend, more like I just told my boss a big lie that is about to be publicised...That guy is not even my boyfriend and when he hears of this garbage - oh boy is he definitely going to have a heart attack. I am in big trouble."

"You dug your own grave," Sae said, cooly.

"I know right, the grave is swimming pool sized."

"Who is the unlucky guy?"

"Kaiser Mikel?" You attempted to recall his surname.

Sae paused for a second before he replied, "Michael. Michael Kaiser?"

"Oh, you know him?"

"I do. He is a... good player. Sister, how did you even get involve with him?" This time, Sae sounded genuinely curious very unlike his usual disinterested self.

"You see," you hugged your bolster tightly, "some bugger quote on quote took a photo of us exchanging salivas."

"Excuse me?" Sae choked, "Exchanging salivas? Mierda-" You could imagine your brother's incredulous yet icked face right now. Well, he wanted to know and you delivered. ｢(◔ω◔「)三

"You heard me right."

"I wish I did not just hear that. But Kaiser and you?" Sae did not fail to exaggerate the last part almost in a manner you did not enjoy.

"Why did that sound like you are mocking me?" You grumbled underneath your soft duvet.

"I don't think that guy will mind being your boyfriend if that helps," Sae shook his head thinking about the German prodigy.

"Really?" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with sleepy excitement.

“Yeah. He- Dame un momento. I have to go now. I'll send you a text message. Go to sleep now," he paused briefly, "and have a good night."

There the phone line goes. Silence.

As if Sae had actually cast a sleeping spell on you, your head sank back onto the plush pillow and you succumb to silky sheets pulling you into a dreamy languor.

A boyfriend sounds nice... right?

-

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The sound of incessant phone ringing filled your room, grumbling under the sheets, you unwillingly pick up the phone.

"Who is it?" You drawled on every word in a drowsy stupor.

"Guten morgen, mein engel!"

You ended the call.

When did you fall asleep? You were having such a nice conversation with your brother too.

As you glance towards the window, you notice that the sun has barely even risen. Feeling lethargic, you let out a groan while still in bed.

Five more minutes...

Your dark lashes fluttered shut as you inhaled the fresh scent of cedar from your sheets. You sank softly into the mattress as sleep slowly envelopes you-

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You moaned softly.

"Five more minutes..." You spoke quietly to the spirits in your room.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Five just five-"

Ring. RIng. RIng.

Your eyes snapped open, half awake and half annoyed.

"What is it?" Mouth still dry as you tried to sound as harsh as possible to the rude morning caller, but it came out sounding like a meek, saddened mouse.

"Is mein liebling still sleepy?" The timbre of the caller's voice sent chills down your spine.

You know this voice! You rubbed your sleepy eyes and cleared your dry throat, "Kaiser?"

"Yes, Liebling." He purred.

Your bare arms prickled, sending you chills.

You were still sleeping, right?

"Er- wwie komme ich zu Cologne (*how do i get to Cologne)?" You spouted a random German phrase you so happen to remember from your travels.

"You are very cute," he lightly chuckled.

Oh damn, maybe you were half asleep but that was a pretty nice-sounding chuckle. Still, you did not understand what he just said.

"Someone reached out to me and said you are very much in love with me and that we are in a loving relationship," he continued softly, clearly enunciating each and every word you did not understand, "I am very very flattered, Liebling."

You feigned laughter in response, not sure what you are laughing at but he was laughing too so you are safe.

"Yes, it is a joyous occasion," Kaiser laughed in tune with yours.

Seriously, what is this man saying? You thought to yourself between laughs.

☆〜（ゝ。∂）the end (for now) ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

sike! Extras!

Sae is very unimpressed by Kaiser's courting of his sister. He does not know much outside of soccer but he sure as hell knows that Kaiser's method was, to say the very least, strange. He just hopes the German fella does not hurt his sister. That would be extremely troublesome.

<thank you, darlings for your endless love of reading this! My heart is full SMOOCH SMOOCH ଘ(੭ºัᴗºั)━☆ﾟ*:.>

<also, how would you react if you met someone like Kaiser irl, because girlfriend he is screaming red flag to me>

[anonymousdisco]

How’d I get Isikiad into Yandere Obey Me Chapter Nine-Unexpected Opertunity Part Two

Derek’s POV:

“This is so boring. Why are we even out here anyways? We can’t afford something like Mojalish.” I scoffed as I kicked a stone across the sidewalk.

“Yeah but it just felt like the thing to do.” Ella said as she slumped against the building. “I know we can’t afford it. I’m not an idiot like you.”

“Now guys just break it up. Even if we’re off school grounds we’ll get in trouble if we fight. RAD students' reputation and all that mumbo jumbo the student council spits out.” Selma rolled his eyes as he spoke.

(Trigger warning bullying and violence but the scum will get their just dues)

I looked at the front of Mojalish and my eyes widened. What in Devildom was the halfwit doing here? She was practically beaming. How dare she act so high and mighty shopping there? And on a school day no less! Sure we’re skipping too but we’re not the student council! “Yo check it over there.” I nodded my head in her direction.

“Ooooh!” Ella exclaimed excitedly. “This just got a lot less boring!”

Selma chuckled, wrapping his arm around Ella’s waist. “I call first dibs on insulting her babe. I’ve got some good ones I’ve been saving up for a rainy day.”

Ella pouted. “Derek, Selma went first last time!”

“Don’t tease my sister like that, Selma. Let her have her fun too.” Ella squealed and when (Y/N) saw us she ran up and grabbed her arm before she could leave.

“Hiya! Funny seeing one of you student council member out and about during school hours. I’m sure Lord Diavolo would love to hear about you neglecting your duties.” Me and Selma stood behind (Y/N) cornering her in laughing when she curled up a bit to seem smaller.

“Some higher demon you are. What are you again? Avatar of what?” Selma sneered as he spoke.

“I-I’m not a-an avatar. I’m j-just a Lady of D-Devildom.” The halfwit mumbled out stuttering as she shook a bit with fear. Seeing a demon that was supposedly a higher rank than us so terrified by us felt like a rush of power.

In the heat of the moment I shoved her hard against the wall making her land in a way that had her grasping her wrist crying in pain as she cried. “What kind of Lady isn’t even strong enough to fight us? Your just some joke that not even your own brothers want around!”

She held her hand shaking even harder now and did something she had never done before during our torment of her in the past. She opened her mouth and screamed, “Lucifer!” I laughed at her. As if he would show up. Everyone knows her brothers don’t do anything for her.

Ella’s eyes widened as she began backing away and trembling looking at something behind us. “H-how?!” She turned and ran. I felt something whoosh past me that was black and it slammed through her shoulder and stuck her against the wall. I looked at it in horror and realized it was a feather. And not just any feather, but a peacock feather.

I felt a hand grip my shoulder breaking it which made me scream. The pain was blinding but I heard Selma screaming as well clearly being hurt.

I blacked out from the pain as my head felt like it was spinning.

Lucifer’s POV:

Five minutes. I told her to wait outside for five minutes while I waited for the adjustments to be made to what we had purchased for her. Five whole minutes she was left alone. It was only five and she ended up hurt! Red filled my vision as I quickly drew one of my feathers stopping one of those scum from running off.

I then turned my attention to the other two subduing them quickly. I broke their bones one by one not caring when they passed out.

“That’s enough, Lucifer. They are no longer conscious enough to feel the pain you are inflicting. They’ll be held under the castle till preparations can be made.” I heard Lord Diavolo's command. I dropped them to the ground and knelt in front of my little sister who was crying and trembling.

“Come here Darling. Big brothers here.” I held my arms out to her and waoted for her acknowledging not wanting to scare her further.

“L-Lucifer!” She sobbed as she reached her not injured arm. “It hurts!” She sobbed as she held onto me tightly once I had her secure in my arms.

I stood up carrying her using my wings to shield her eyes from the gore I inflicted upon the worthless trash on the ground. I crooned to her soothingly as I walked her carefully to my car.

“We’re taking my car. It’s faster.” Lord Diavolo said as he opened the door for me to set her inside. I elected to keep her in my hold so I could make sure she didn’t jostle any injuries she had gotten.

“Understood, My Lord.” I nodded at him gratefully.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N).” Lord Diavolo stroked her hair delicately. “Those lowlifes will be begging for death, but it will be a respite they won’t be given.”

She just curled up against me still trembling as we all got settled in Lord Diavolo’s car. Barbatos pulled the hood up over the convertible while Lord Diavolo sat next to us in the back. Barbatos went to the front in order to drive us.

She must have been exhausted. By the time we reached the castle she was sound asleep. Being so scared and crying like that must have taken a lot out of her. I got out of Lord Diavolo’s car taking care not to wake her. Lord Diavolo gestured silently, guiding me to his quarters deep in the castle where the resident doctor was nearby. 

I put her down on a guest bed in one of the rooms nearby and sat by her side carefully. The head of the castle doctors entered quickly looking pale. “I was told there was an emergency.” He stated with a professional calmness. “Has the heir been harmed?” He was quick to glance over Lord Diavolo for any obvious injuries.

“Keep your voice down. The Lady is sleeping.” Barbatos was quick to scold the doctor. “Now Doctor Smith I’m sure you can be delicate with our Lady, can’t you?” The warning in Barbatos’s tone was clear and I agreed with his sentiments.

“If a single hair on my little sister's head is touched without permission I’ll rip your skull from your spine.” The doctor visibly flinched at my words and nodded quickly.

“Yes Lord Lucifer. I understand. May I approach the patient and check on her injuries?”

“Yes. You may.” I watched him carefully as he approached her and lifted her arms.

“At first glance she had a broken wrist, and bruising on her left side that likely is on her back as well. Did she get attacked by some sort of monster like Cerberus?” The doctor asked me after checking what he could of her injuries without waking her.

“No, some lower demons who don’t know their place hurt her.” I explained seething.

“Well that’s… odd.” The doctor murmured. All three of us glared at him intently.

“Odd how? Explain.” Lord Diavolo demanded.

“Perhaps we should go elsewhere while the nurses come in a wrap her injuries so that we don’t wake her. This discussion is likely to be quite… loud.” The doctor wrote down instructions for the nurses before we all headed to Lord Diavolo’s study to discuss her injuries.

The doctor wrung his hands nervously as we gazed at him from behind Lord Diavolo’s desk, me and Barbatos standing on either side of where Lord Diavolo was seated. “Well?” Barbatos spoke up coldly. “Explain yourself, Doctor Smith.”

“Her injuries are inconsistent with your account. She has a sprained foot, bruising, and even some cuts that look like they happened in self defense rather than an accident.” He explained trembling at our collective anger. “As a demon of her stature and standing she should be much stronger. Not much should be able to injure her. But she shows signs of…” He hesitated gazing at me.

“Signs of what?” Lord Diavolo demanded that he continue.

“Signs of long term neglect and long term abuse. Demons of her age should have enough of their family’s magic and care running through their body at this point to leave a clear declaration of whom they belong to in crest. But she matches that of a newborn who has yet to meet her family in terms of magic protection.” The doctor showed us comparison charts using a magical tool to demonstrate. “As such her growth is stunted and using magic should be painful, deadly even.”

“What…?” I felt dizzy. Had our ignoring her really do this much damage?

“There’s still a possibility of her healing, but it will be slow for her at the moment. It will take a whole week before she’ll be completely recovered.” He sighed. “The bullying must have been more severe than you originally expected.”

“It is. And it will not go unpunished. How do me and my brothers help her be protected? I am unfamiliar with this concept… Angels are raised rather differently.” I was a fool for ever thinking it was the same. I was a fool about all of this.

I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder. “It must still be hard for you after the fall, Lucifer. It was my negligence as the Young Masters butler for not realizing you wouldn’t know. I’ll show you how given that I do such a thing for the Young Master. I can do it for her as well. I do not mind it one bit.”

“Thank you. I would be grateful.” I nodded at him thankfully. I don’t know what I would do without help from my old friends.

“You are dismissed. Attend to any new and old injuries she has.” Lord Diavolo commanded the doctor whom left accordingly.

“Well. This was eventful.” Lord Diavolo grabbed a bottle of Demonous from his shelf behind his desk. He also grabbed a couple glasses after. “Let’s have a drink while we wait. We’ll contact RAD and have your brothers be notified about your family emergency and give them the option to come here.”

I bowed my head gracefully. “Thank you, Lord Diavolo.”

“Anytime for an old friend like you, Lucifer.” Lord Diavolo raised his glass. “To long friendships and thorny paths.”

“Salute.” Me and Barbatos said together as we all toasted.

Lucifer:

Affection: 57% (holy fudge are you sure you want to poke this bear any further?!)

“She's been hurting all this time. And none of us noticed. Any time she casted magic it could have killed her and yet she still bothered herself with RAD schoolwork. Me and my brothers will need to talk about this. An intervention may be necessary for her. One thing is clear, those demons aren’t dying till they beg for it.”

~Relation: Scary Dog Privileges for Life

~Danger Level-Yellow (Getting a little close to red there. Might wanna slow down like I told you to.)

Diavolo:

Affection: 51%

“She’s so brave for enduring for so long. I’ll kill those demons who hurt her. RAD security footage should be able to tell me all I need to know.”

~Relation: That oblivious fog is starting to blow away real quick.

~Danger: Yellow (girl slow the frick sticks down or else you're gonna be wearing a crown so flipping fast.)

Barbatos:

Affection: 52% (uh oh)

“This is an excellent opportunity just as I foresaw. Now I can claim her as family just like her brother will soon through magic. And the young master needs only a little bit more of a nudge before he experiences the sweetness of young love.” 

~Relation- Your Planned Future Father Figure In-law 

[rachiecrown]

That's it I'm writing something for this because my YHS brainrot has reclaimed me like the earth reclaimed my ancestors

I didn't proofread this yet lol

Warnings are in the tags!!

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Grian wasn't quite sure what was wrong, but something about today felt incredibly off. It wasn't the kind of off that would come with venturing out of your comfort zone, or the kind of off where one little piece of a puzzle was missing, no. As Grian walked around the hub of the server he had gone to for building inspiration, it's almost as if eyes followed his every little move.

He was no stranger to this kind of feeling. Watching eyes were almost always around him, but in reality they posed no true threat. This feeling, though, felt dangerous, the feathers covering the back of Grian's neck raising and lowering uncomfortably, the pesky bird inside his mind squawking in discomfort.

Grian walked up to a large portal design, drawn in by the vibrant red color mixed with warm whites. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to use a color palette like this, but the flame-like block structures had a sort of beautiful intricacy that he'd love to be able to replicate.

Sketching down some badly drawn doodles in his inspiration journal, Grian was sure enough that he had a proper reference he could take back to Hermitcraft. He turned and continued down a path through a forest-inspired build, and for a few moments, maybe more, of crude sketching and quick steps, the unnerving feeling disappeared.

'It was all just my imagination, then.' Grian thought to himself, relief seeping into his shoulders. That was until he turned into a rather unassuming assortment of unique facades that his relief vanished.

His arm was grabbed and he was pulled between two facades, immediately pinned by the chest to a brick wall. Grian's wings flared painfully and his head spun for that moment, confusion of all things overriding his senses. His eyes refocused and met those of the shadowy figure in front of him.

The man was taller than Grian, dressed in blue and white. Brown curls spilled out of a white hood, and piercing red eyes locked onto Grian's blue ones. The worst part was a pair of rabbit ears on top of the man's head. Never in his life did Grian know if they were authentic, or if they were fake and their "authenticity" was a joke, but they were the same as they were all those years ago.

"Hello, Gree~on." Sam almost cooed, a sick smile on his face. "It's been so long, I've missed you!"

Grian felt sick immediately, adrenaline flooding his frozen body. "What, have nothing to say? Cat got your tongue?" The pressure against Grian's chest grew. "Poor birdie. He's so scared!" Sam's voice felt like fishing line tightening around Grian's neck, not thick enough to grab, and strong enough to cut off his airways. Sam may as well be pressing his nails into Grian's neck.

"This is just like back in highschool!" Sam's tone held realization as he cocked his head to the side. "Like, back in that shed? When I gave you the Torit-"

In an instant, Sam was sprawled across the ground and Grian's fist was in front of him. Grian had never really learned how to defend himself, or how to really punch properly, but the sudden connection of Grian's knuckles to Sam's nose felt so right. Grian's eyes darted from the empty space in front of him to Sam, who was spewing profanities as he sat up.

"What is wrong with you, Grian!?" He shouted. Grian's eye twitched at the correct pronunciation. Since when did Sam say his name like that? Grian stepped forward. "You." Grian simply muttered an answer to Sam's angered question. Sam stood with blood pouring out of his nose. "What was th-" Sam was interrupted yet again with another punch to the nose, being sent turned around and stumbling.

Some sort of sick satisfaction filled Grian. "That was for Taurtis. Remember him?" He spat as Sam looked back at him. "The one you sent to the emergency room?" Thoughts of Taurtis filled Grian's mind again, how he insisted on driving Grian to the airport that one night despite bleeding out from a deep wound into some important organ. Grian didn't know. He was only seventeen when Sam nearly killed Taurtis.

"He deserved that." Sam growled and quickly turned to Grian again. If he didn't see it coming, he would probably already be back at spawn, but Grian caught Sam's wrist, whose hand held a knife that was just centimeters from cracking open Grian's skull.

Sam was thrown on the ground again and his knife that was usually kept unsafely in his back pocket skidded across the granite and terracotta sidewalk and into the Blackstone road, Sam letting out a hiss. Grian kicked Sam down and pressed his foot on his chest, pointing his sword down at the brunette's neck.

Grian didn't care that there was a 'sheathed swords' policy on this server, he didn't care as he pressed the flat against Sam's chin, and he definitely didn't care as the red haze of coded server warnings flooded his vision. Both literally and figuratively, Grian saw red.

Luckily Sam was smart enough to not move much, as shoving Grian's foot away would likely result in a painful death and trouble breathing for the next couple of days. Blue eyes met red. "Woww," Sam mused, "I didn't know you were capable of doing something like this, Gree~on."

"Say my name again. I dare you." Grian hissed. Sam merely smirked. "Y'know, if you kill me, you can get banned and blacklisted from so, so many servers with no-kill policies. I heard Taurtis was on one of those, actually."

That was all Sam needed to say for Grian to falter. His sword was slapped to the side and his ankle grabbed and yanked left, making him lose balance and fall hard on his side. Sam grabbed Grian by the wings and yanked him up, shoving him into the plastered wall of a shop facade. Grian cried out and pushed back, bracing his feet against the wall and reaching over his head to grab Sam's wrists.

Grian pushed to the side and sent Sam crashing into a trash can. He bent down and grabbed Sam's ankles, dunking him in and earning a frustrated scream. Grian turned to look for his sword, but Sam's arms wrapped tightly around Grian's neck. Grian choked and keeled forward, Sam ending up on his back, which Grian quickly changed by slamming both himself and Sam into the sidewalk.

Sam scrambled for his knife. Grian scrambled for Sam. Limbs flung this way and that and feathers flew through the air with rubber soles scraping against stone and fists meeting flesh. Grian punched and punched and punched, adrenaline flooding his veins with white hot rage.

It was only after Grian was yanked off of Sam that the adrenaline left his body. An admin held Grian's arm firmly, pressing a cold pack to his left eye as two mods carried Sam's unconscious body away. Grian stared apathetically, his hands in his lap and his form slouched.

Something within Grian felt happy. The little pesky bird in his mind chirped with glee at the sight of finally beating the ever-loving sense out of Sam, at finally getting back at him for just a portion of what he caused Grian and Taurtis. Something else felt bad, though, like a pit in his stomach that knew beating up even your worst enemy was wrong. 'You're just as bad as him.' It whispered in Sam's voice. Grian chose to ignore it.

A few hours passed, the admin of the server discussing a few things with Grian, such as how Grian couldn't pull out swords on that server and how he'd be getting a temporary suspension from it, and how they wouldn't tell other servers about this. Grian was returned to Hermitcraft, taken back after the admin called Xisuma. Grian walked quietly next to his admin and held the cold pack to his eye.

"Want to tell me what happened?" Xisuma asked like a concerned dad. Grian watched the floor as they passed through the realm between servers. "I beat up my childhood bully." He mumbled. Sam was much more than a bully, but Grian wasn't ready to open that can of worms yet.

"Did he start the fight you had today?"

Grian shook his head. A bit of shame filled him. "I threw the first punch. ..I didn't even know what happened, actually. Sam was just.. on the ground." He spoke a bit clearer for Xisuma to hear.

"I heard there were weapons involved." Xisuma continued cautiously. Grian nodded.

"He had the knife out first. I didn't want to have to respawn." He said.

Xisuma and Grian arrived at the gateway to Hermitcraft. "How about you give me his tag so I can blacklist him?" He asked. Grian looked up for the first time since the fight, meeting Xisuma's eyes behind his visor. His eyes held a warm care, the complete opposite to Sam's cold red eyes.

Grian felt himself smile. Hermitcraft had always been his safe place, but with an extra level of security Grian had never even thought about, Sam would be barred from even having the chance to hurt Grian there.

Grian helped type in Sam's tag, and after permabanning Sam from ever entering Hermitcraft, even under a different name, Xisuma led Grian back through the portal, and they appeared in the season nine shopping district. Grian immediately noticed Mumbo's diamond button, and how Scar and Mumbo were hanging around it.

"Grian!" Scar raised his arms and waved from his seat on the sidewalk. "You okay?" Mumbo turned to look, waving as well. "Hey Gri- oh, your eye?"

Grian stepped forward as his friends approached him, Scar with his cane and Mumbo with open arms. The three embraced.

"Will you be okay on your own, Grian?" Xisuma asked, and Grian nodded. Still unsure of what was going on, Scar gave a thumbs up and a big smile. "We got him, X!" He assured. Xisuma just shook his head fondly and left.

Grian was brought to sit in front of the diamond button, Mumbo and Scar on his left and right. "Did you get punched in the eye, mate?" Mumbo asked. "Did you fight someone?" Scar then added, "You won, right?" Grian almost wanted to laugh.

"Ah, look at that smile, he did fight someone and win!" Mumbo grinned. Scar clapped. "Who was it? Tell us, tell us!"

Grian was finding it hard to keep a smile down, because really, he shouldn't be smiling at someone else's pain. The pesky bird in his mind was pulling levers though, and Grian couldn't help but laugh.

Something darker in his mind distantly told him how much of a terrible person he was, tried to remind him of the past. The thoughts sounded like Sam. Grian chose to ignore them.

taurian, thats the take. /j

i kinda hate the "grian meets sam again and has to be saved cuz he would be too terrified to fight" like ok is good, understandable u want angst buT I NEED MORE GRIAN THROWING HANDS LIKE THATS THE DREAMSLAYER RIGHT THERE

Also if we count tokyo soul they might even just talk or ignore each other 😭

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[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I do not know how to make the second chapter of the yandere Human Miles Quaritch x Female Human Reader when she is assigned to his team as a scientist. But here is one scene of the later chapters I am testing.

Ever since you were assigned to work under the Colonel, things have been smoother. The Avatar Research Program got more medicine, computers, and school supplies for the Navis.

Grace seemed to have no more stress and reduced her smoking habits. The science cafeteria got fresh meat like the soldiers cafeteria.

The Colonel was a kind man. He was tough and strict but fair. You could tell he took care of whoever is under him. Like a teacher.

And a father. Your father sadly committed suicide after your mother died. He was madly in love with her. Your mother died from murder. She was so beautiful that her stalker was insane and wanted her body to be buried next to his. He killed your mother and then shot himself.

It traumatized you. You had to take sleeping and depression pills ever since.

Today was your day off and sadly, you couldn't enjoy it.

You were on your period!

First day too.

Your first two days of your period were awful. Then by the third day it would be smooth and you would feel nothing. You would just leak blood for a week then your period will be over.

So, you ate a small meal and took Tylenol pills and hot coffee. But you were running out of pads. You decided to go to the supply store to buy more.

After showering and putting on a jumbo thick pad, you went to the supply store. You got more pain killers and pads and some vaginal lotion.

Like the clumsy girl you were, you bumped into something hard and fell on your ass on the floor.

Or someone hard.

"are you okay, Name?"

You looked up to see the Colonel of all people. He towered over you you saw that your items were scattered from your brown bag. Your face turned red.

"I'm fine, Colonel." You tried to collect the pad packet but the Colonel crouched down on his knees and grabbed it. You accidently touched his hand while reaching for the pads. You retracted it immediately.

The Colonel smirked and handed your pad package to you.

"thank you." You bit your lips.

The Colonel stood up and grabbed your forearm and gently made you stand up.

"Today is your day off, I thought I should take you out for dinner."

You blinked. A man asked you out for he first time. A date?

"Thank you, Colonel. But people will get the wrong idea if I go with you."

You noticed the stares and whispers. There was a rumor that you slept with the Colonel to get money for the program.

And that Grace begged you to prostitute yourself to the colonel.

The Colonel raised a wrinkled eyebrow. "What wrong idea?" He sounded amused.

You blushed and said nevermind.

The man snickered and shook his head. He ruffled your head. "I will meet you at the Marine bar at seven." He left without you giving him an answer.

...

You looked over your closet and frowned. Your Grandfather made sure you took some citizen dresses. He encouraged you to date since you never dated in the past and was a new adult. You were a hopeless romantic. And wanted a man and not a boy to date.

An adult man to date and not teenagers. So you waited for true love. You loved the idea of a virgin on a wedding night. Sounded romantic.

So, you had no experience. You decided to dress in a tube top dress that is shiny with sequins all over. And it was dark teal. Your favorite color.

You decided to do a half up half down hair updo. And with your long and shiny hair. It looked so good that it looked like a wig. But wigs were not allowed at the base.

Being a natural beauty, you never needed makeup. But you put green and gold eyeshadow and with your plump lips already blood red and pink cheeks you were ready to go.

You put on a black jacket to avoid attention and quickly walked to the Marine bar. You ignored some stares and went to the room. It was empty. Were you in the right place?

Your eyes were confused. Maybe you should leave and you turned around to the door but the Colonel came

He was wearing khaki pants with black loafers and a white collared shirt and a tie. A handsome professor. Just no jacket.

"you made it. I thought you got lost and wouldn't find this place." He smiled.

You smiled back. He came up to you and immediately took off your jacket. You blushed when you felt his eyes on your exposed shoulders.

"pretty dress." He hung your jacket.

"thank you, Colonel."

The said man took your hand and led you to a table. It had a candle.

You sat and he just stared. You felt insecure. Like he was studying you. What must you say?

"are you nervous?" He grinned. He was teasing you.

After saying yes he leaned in with his elbows on the table. He asked why and you explained this was your first date.

He had an odd expression. Was he happy? Why did he care?

He noticed your confused look and then he changed the subject.

"I talked to Selfridge today."

You looked at him seriously.

"he wants you to make written reports of Grace's school with the Navis."

You nodded and smiled. You assured him you can do it.

The Colonel solemnly nodded. He was lost in thought. You wondered what he was thinking.

"Colonel, do hate the Navis?"

That question seemed to have caught him off guard. He shook his head. "I don't trust them. They attacked me many times."

You didn't believe his words. You decided to drop it.

It was awkwardly silent and you bit your lips in nervousness.

Then some bartender came and placed a drink in front of you

You blinked in fear.

"what's wrong?"

You looked and explained how you are underage to drink and besides your religion forbade alcohol.

He pursued his lips. He then called the bartender and whispered to his ear.

The drink was taken away.

"I'm sorry, Colonel. I didn't mean to ruin your mood."

He waved it off. "Don't be uncomfortable around me. I take care of my own. It's my job to not put you in danger."

You smiled and thanked him. He smiled back. His eyes crinkled and eyes shined.

The bartender came with another drink? You were confused. The Colonel then explained this was a non alcoholic beer.

"non alcoholic beer? I didn't know there was such thing."

The Colonel smirked. "It's not new in earth."

The rest of the date went smooth. He asked you how you knew Grace and your talent in cooking international dishes.

He seemed interested in domestic stuff. It was so unlike him. You assumed he was Interested in sports.

You asked about him.

He explained how he went on tours around the world. Nigeria, Afghanistan, Iran and more.

You smiled and was fascinated.

"you must have came to Pandora because earth battles were too easy." You nodded

He raised a brow as if he was impressed. He nodded. "yes. It was too boring on earth."

Suddenly, you felt a cramp stab your gut. You gave him a tight smile and crossed your legs over your leaking cunt hard.

The colonel noticed you acting weird. As if you were in pain. He knew that look. He was prone to violence over his enemies.

But then he remembered the encounter earlier and your bought items.

Poor thing. Trying to play it off. It was cute. He smiled in amusement.

He stood from his seat and grabbed your hand. He led you to a staircase.

"trust me." He walked in front of you and led you to a balcony protected by a dome.

The stars and moon of Pandora shone

How ethereal.

Best of all, so many plants were inside this balcony.

"wow. What is this place?" You looked at your right shoulder towards the Colonel

He explained this was the balcony where the chefs would take vegetables and fruits for cooking.

He gave you permission to use it for cooking. You thanked him.

You went back to stargazing.

You were so did distracted that you didn't see the Colonel studying your face under the eclipsed moon.

Fuck. How he wished you would pet him fuck you. He fucked women by force. Rape. In war zones. But, since he was serious about you. He didn't want to scare you or make you hate him.

He watched you leave your room and go to the supply store. He purposely bumped into you.

It was cute seeing you fall on your ass. So weak and pathetic. He felt dominant.

And when you accidentally touched his hand trying to pick up your items on the floor. He felt electricity going through him and a delicious chill down his spine.

He wondered what a kiss from you will do

You drove him crazy. He immediately masturbated after ordering you to meet him for the date.

He was mad he wasted his seed. He will have to punish you later for that. You were torturing him.

And then your lovely dress. He wanted to rip off t off of your body. No. If got his pocket knife and sliced it open. He liked that more.

But sadly, you were on your period.

Not tonight.

He took your hand and led you to your room. He walked in with you. He told you to change to your pajamas. You did. And to your surprise, he tucked you in bed;

You blushed and looked up. The Colonel hovered over you. Both arms between your head. He leaves down and kissed your forehead. He then left without a word.

For some reason, you wished he kissed you in the lips instead.

The colonel was in a better mood the next morning. He did more weight lifting and push ups. He felt young again. He felt as if his parents were alive. Hopeful and energetic. He wondered what will happen on the next date.