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womburt · 2 years

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Is it mumbo withdrawal request time? /j

A reader that is really scary and tough looking and that came from the DSMP, they don't care about relationships and haven't really been in one or had the time (they could be like...Doc's really good and longtime friend as well).

They join hermitcraft to run away from the DSMP and as Doc is showing them around, they meet and lock eyes with Mumbo and its basically a "love at first sight" moment. Mumbo is all nervous, both because the reader is scary and "omg they are so pretty 👉👈", but that makes the reader fall in love even more because "oh my god he's suck a dumbass dork"

After that meeting Doc starts teasing the reader and the reader starts acting like they don't know what he's talking about, basically acting like a tsundere LMAOOO

Fresh Start; C. Mumbo x Reader

Hi Anon! I decided to be sort of vague with Reader’s background for this request because I actually don't really consume DSMP media! (Except for @secretsandwriting amazing smau you can find here) That being said, I still love this dynamic, so I hope you enjoy regardless!

Also! The beginning of this is a lil bit sadder than I initially intended! Be cautious dear readers <3

*Warning! This fic contains mentions of anxiety and traumatic past! Don’t read if this could upset you!

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Y/n lifted a hand to their forehead, blocking the rays of sun that threatened to blind them. They squinted when their limb was only partially successful, finally giving up entirely and just looking away from the sky. Straight ahead was a treeline made up of dark oak. Y/n spun around, taking in a full 360 degrees of the Hermitcraft server.

Buildings were situated along a vast, dwindling river. Fields of wheat grew along the sides of a structure labeled “GigaPies.” There were giant trees - some with green canopies and one with pink - shading the walkways. A tall tower of diorite stood above all else. Each inch of the spawn area was beautifully decorated with an array of build styles and genres.

Y/n wrinkled their nose, unused to seeing such harmony in a home. Their previous server had not been so peaceful. They turned away from the busy looking town, eyes settling instead on the portal from which they’d come.

It was a temporary structure. One that would only exist for a few moments longer. Its purpose was to bring them from the vacuum between servers to Hermitcraft, and it had done its job. Still - Y/n wasn’t sure if they were satisfied with it.

Y/n looked into its pixels contemplatively. They could just walk back through and none would be the wiser. Return to the space between servers, find somewhere more…solitary to exist while they built up the courage to be around people again. Surely Doc would forgive them if they explained it to him. They could picture the message they’d send him, cold and alone.

“Sorry bud, my crippling anxiety got the best of me and I chickened out. Maybe next time!”

Before they could step back through the passageway, it disappeared. Y/n watched as the portal closed, disappearing into nonexistence - their only escape: vanished.

They sighed to themselves quietly, shoving their hands into their pockets and turning back toward the lively-looking village. It seemed they had no choice then.

They began walking toward civilization with heavy feet, on the lookout of the structure Doc had told them to meet him at.

‘The giant birch tree! You can’t miss it! I’ll be waiting at the base of it!’

He’d been right of course. There was no missing the gargantuan pale tree, which Y/n had later been informed was named ‘the Tree of Whimsy.’ They hiked toward it at a steady pace, keeping an eye out for any stray mobs or threats.

As they got closer, Y/n was soon able to make out a tall, green figure standing underneath. His back was to them, a white lab coat covering fur they knew all too well. Resisting the urge to sneak up and scare the only friend they had in this new server, Y/n called out to him.

“Doc!”

He spun around in an instant, toothy grin hung over his lips and arms spread wide for a hug. Y/n’s heart dropped at the idea, having not experienced positive physical contact in a long time. They slowed their pace, readying themself for the first hug they’d had in ages.

“Y/n, my friend!” I’m glad you made it!” Doc took the rest of the steps for them, wrapping his fuzzy arms around them without a second thought. He lifted them up, Y/n gasping when their feet came off the ground. Doc paid their exclamation no mind as he squeezed them, settling his chin on top of their head and sighing in content.

Y/n stood incredibly still, heart hammering and body warming up to the embrace. It had been so long…

“I was worried you’d turn around and I’d have to come get you!” Doc admitted, voice rumbling with laughter. Y/n coughed a laugh back at him, choosing not to reveal what they’d been considering moments prior. After a minute, the creeper-hybrid let them go, setting Y/n back onto the ground with a thump. They caught their balance quickly, feeling terribly cold without the touch of their friend.

“Right. Well, I’m here now,” Y/n stated, mustering up a smile the best they could. Doc, who’d always been able to see right through them, quirked an eyebrow, but didnt say anything about it. The both of them had long conversations over inter-server communicators. He was no stranger to the impact that Y/n’s previous server had on them, it was why he was so insistent they move onto Hermitcraft with him.

“That you are!” He replied instead, deciding that they needed his positivity today, especially if they were going to ever feel comfortable here.

“So? How about a tour?” Doc suggested, clearing his throat and holding an arm out to Y/n. They deadpanned at their tall friend, but accepted his offer anyway, interlocking their elbow with his.

“...and this is False’s eagle! It flew her here, but now it just sort of sits on that tree stump!” Doc was explaining, gesturing wildly around to each of the structures at spawn. Y/n looked up at the creature in awe, impressed by just the sheer size of the thing. Hermits sure didn't mess around when it came to scaling their projects, they noted.

They looked back to the river they'd been walking along, catching sight of three people down by the banks. Each was a varying height, though all seemed to be bent over in some shape or form, harmonious laughter floating from their trio all the way up to Y/n and Doc.

The tallest wore a hard hat and orange suspenders. He was sitting on the grass, head tipped back as he chortled. The shortest had large, colorful wings, which were spread into the space behind him while he held his stomach and wheezed. But it was the third man who truly captured their attention.

Y/n couldn’t recall the last time they’d seen such pure and unbridled sunshine in the shape of a man.

He was doubled over, clutching his stomach with dirty hands, smearing redstone dust all over his nice, white shirt. His hair was unkempt, falling over his eyes as he wheezed. But most interesting to Y/ was his face. Cheekbones protruding as a side effect of his smile, the highpoints dusted red with blush, as was the tip of his large nose. The mustache that sat underneath was dark and ruffled, shadowing a large grin and pink lips.

They stared at him with large eyes and a heavily beating heart, finding themself frozen when his dark eyes opened back up and stared straight back at them. He was still beaming, though he was mostly still now. The blush he’d acquired from his fit of laughter was quickly expanding, reaching the tops of his ears turning the pale man into a tomato.

“Y/n/? Y/n.”

They shook their head as a clawed, green hand waved in front of their face. Y/n blinked and broke eye contact with the mustached stranger, looking instead at Doc.

“I’m here,” they replied absentmindedly, though judging by the smirk painted on Doc’s face, they weren’t fooling anyone.

“Mhm. What do you think of Mumbo?” his tone was teasing, and Y/n quickly understood that they would never be hearing the end of this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” they rolled their eyes and groaned, spinning away from their friend. Chancing a glance back at the mustached stranger - Mumbo - as they'd just come to learn, they noticed he’d yet to look away from them. His lips were slightly parted now, an expression of pure enrapturement painted across his beautiful face. They buzzed with excitement, finding themself looking to Doc again, if only to escape the pressure of eye contact with the beautiful stranger.

“You’re basically drooling” Doc teased like a teenager, humming his observation and pointing at Mumbo unabashedly.

Y/n’s eyes went wide at his gesture. They quickly grabbed at his arm, pulling it down so as to not draw attention to the man they’d quickly become infatuated with. It was no use of course - Mumbo hadn't looked away since they’d first met eyes. They could feel themself deflating with embarrassment.

“We should go say hello.” Doc decided, interlocking their arms again and practically skipping toward the people gathered at the water's edge.

Y/n heart felt like it was about to fall out of them. They were within the vicinity of the strangers in an instant, and Doc took no time at all to introduce them to the group.

“Hermits! This is Y/n, my friend and our new neighbor!” He exclaimed, pushing Y/n in front of him in that friendly way that only Doc could. Y/n found themself face to face with Mumbo, his features even more endearing up close. They were near enough to see crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, surely a result of a lifetime of laughter with wonderful friends.

“Good to meet you Y/n!” someone greeted from their left side. Y/n looked toward the voice, seeing it was the short avian-man to speak up first. He was smiling brightly at them, though they couldn’t help but note a glint of mischief in his honey-brown eyes.

“Yes, welcome new hermit!” another voice chimed in. To the bird-hybrid’s other side was a tall man wearing a hardhat. He too, wore a mischievous grin, one that gave Y/n the impression that he was somehow conspiring with his shorter counterpart.

It was silent for a moment before the shortest man elbowed Mumbo in the side, sending him forward enough to bump into Y/n. They shot their arms up to steady him, catching the pale stranger by his shoulders. Letting go as quickly as they’d reached out, Y/n cleared their throat.

“Say hello Mumbo,” the bird hybrid instructed, reveling in the way said man seemed to turn even redder. Y/n, judging by the exasperated look on Mumbo’s face, got the sense that poking fun at him was not a new occurrence.

“Right! Sorry about that!” Mumbo began, pointedly ignoring the snickering from the friends behind him. He stood up straighter, adjusting his tie and wiping his hands on his pants. Y/n watched his every move, memorizing the way his slender fingers dusted along the fabric, infatuated with his charming awkwardness.

“It’s good to see a new face! I’m Mumbo” He finally, officially, greeted, sticking out his hand for Y/n to shake. They took it tentatively, choosing not to admit that Doc had already told them his name. He was smiling so proudly at them, satisfied with the fact that he’d pulled himself together enough to introduce himself.

“And these idiots are Grian and Scar,” He continued after a minute, remembering the snickering forms behind him. He gestured to each in turn. Y/n noticed him knock Grian with his shoulder, sending the smaller man flying into Scar with a thud. He didn't seem to take it too seriously, however. Smiling some sort of knowing-smirk at Mumbo.

“Should we finish the rest of our tour?” Doc asked after a moment, poking Y/n in the ribs. They jumped in surprise, spinning around to look at Doc with an embarrassed glare. He wasn’t at all bothered by their expression - Y/n would wager a bet that he had been expecting it, in fact.

“I’ll see you around,” Mumbo spoke up as Y/n began to walk away. They looked back over their shoulder to see him waving at them, cheeks wonderfully pink and his face soft. They waved back quickly, turning back to follow Doc back over to where they were, intent on finishing the tour without another embarrassing encounter.

“So…” The creeper hybrid spoke up when they were out of earshot of the trio. Y/n watched him silently, waiting for Doc to spit out whatever he was thinking.

“The mustache..you’re into that?”

He boomed a laugh when they smacked his arm, the sound of the whack reverberating through all of their surroundings. Y/n wondered briefly if the noise had made it back to the mustached-man in question. They hoped not.

“Shut up!”

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pocket-monsters-precure · 7 years

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Chapter 5: Intuition is Key! Watch Our Bond Grow!

Naomi let out a satisfied sigh, sitting on the beach before classes began for the day. The sun was just barely up, and the surf was quiet.

“It’s a lot like home,” she thought aloud, “Wonder how mom and dad are doing..?”

The footsteps in the sand behind her sounded familiar. She looked over her shoulder with a smile at the absol that approached.

“Sure doesn’t beat home, but it’s darn close, isn’t it, girl?”

“Sol.” Absol strode up beside her and sat down, nuzzling her briefly. Naomi giggled and scratched behind her head-blade.

“Alright, we better go. Next weekend we’ll get started on building a raft, okay?”

“Come on, you two, let’s settle this like adults…” Kailani said carefully as Rotomi and Rotom, who was inhabiting his Rotom Dex, were squaring off.

“I’m telling you—bzzt!—there’s not enough room in here!” Rotom hissed.

“I can’t just stay out in the open!” Rotomi argued, “And I need to stay close to the Precure! Kailani has too much stuff in her bag…”

“Um…” Fae began to speak up.

“The Rotom Dex was—bzzt—made just for me!” Rotom snapped.

“Wait a moment!” Fae raised her voice, prompting the others to look at her. “Um…maybe..she can live in my pokedex?”

“Really?” Rotomi’s eyes lit up as Fae unplugged her pokedex from its charger and held it out. “Here goes!”

Rotomi zapped herself into the pokedex, which suddenly gave off a bright glow. When the light dimmed, the pokedex had changed its appearance—it had gone from red to a pale pink, and had a noticeable heart shape to it. It opened up to reveal Rotomi’s face on the screen.

“Wow, it’s perfect! Thank you, Fae!” Rotomi’s face darted to different corners of the screen. “I’m now a Cure Dex!”

“A Cure…Dex…?” Kailani leaned in.

“Now that I have access to technology, I can better sense darkness, and maybe even track where it’s coming from! Maybe…if I keep absorbing the leftover negative energy, we can power this baby up! I mean, it’s just a theory, but…”

“It’s worth a shot,” Fae nodded. “I wonder if…” She accessed the pokedex menu, going to where she would normally see a list of pokemon she had catalogued. Instead, there were the two nega-evolutions that the Cures had fought so far. “Wow! It goes through Rotomi’s memory to see what nega-evolutions we’ve fought!”

“For real?” Kailani beamed. “This’ll be great for helping us with the nega-evolutions, then!”

“You can swap between the Cure Dex and your regular pokedex at any time,” Rotomi explained, “Can’t forget what it was made for, after all!”

“This’ll be super useful!” Kailani cheered, when she heard the town’s clock tower in the distance. “…ah! We gotta go to class!”

“It’s supposed to be really hot today,” Fae said as she went to get her bag, “Maybe we should go to the beach after class.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea! We can see if Naomi wants to go, too!”

“I’m sure she will,” Fae replied, “Naomi’s from Slateport City in Hoenn—there’s a lot of sailors and fishermen there.”

“I noticed her pictures—she looks like she’s quite the sailor!”

“She is! And a great swimmer, too! Come on, we better hurry…”

“Blasted Precure…”

Ataxia irritably filed her nails, gritting her teeth as she sat on a chaise lounge in the Realm of Dysphoria—the room was styled similar to an old-fashioned parlor, and the bay window showed nothing but darkness and swirling auras outside.

“Who do they think they are?” Entropy grunted, biting into a sandwich, “Suddenly gettin’ in our way…”

“I can’t believe they’re for real…in my world, they’re stuff of legend.”

“Oh yeah, I keep forgettin’ you’re not from my world. But how’d they start poppin’ up on my home turf, huh?”

“Obviously in response to Lord Tumult breaching the dimensions,” Ataxia replied, “But there’s only two of them, and our forces are spreading across your world, so it should be nothing to worry about…”

“You say that,” a new voice muttered, “But you were up in arms about ‘em when you came back…”

Ataxia growled and turned to face a sofa, where an athletic-built man was lounging. “You should talk, Bedlam! You haven’t even faced them yet!”

Bedlam opened one eye, lazily looking over. “Hmph. Well, since you two have already met ‘em, I figure it’s about time I go.” He sat up and stretched, before rising to his feet. “Lemme see just how tough these little girls are…”

“Pokemon medicine has drastically improved within the last two decades, and it’s even beginning to show in human medicine.”

Dr. Alice Pierce was giving a presentation in Mr. Barton’s class, in place of the normal science class. Penumbra was quietly sitting nearby, eyeing up the class, an ear twitching on occasion.

“Studies have shown that the bonds between human and pokemon have shown a remarkable improvement in both physical and mental health for both parties. There are even many charities and services available to provide therapy pokemon to those with mental disorders and physical disabilities. For example…”

Naomi stared out the window, tapping her pencil against her notebook page eraser-first.

“…does anyone have their own examples, small or otherwise, of how they believe a pokemon improved their health in some way?”

“Hm?” Naomi immediately snapped to attention, then raised her hand. Among the students with hands raised, Dr. Pierce’s eyes settled on her.

“Yes?”

“Well…” Naomi stood up in her seat. “…I’ve always been kind of a risk-taker, and my family would warn me that it would get me hurt one day. A few years ago, I went canoeing and didn’t think to take my pokemon with me…while I was out there, I noticed this absol standing by the water’s edge, barking at me, like it was trying to get my attention.”

Fae smiled—she knew this story.

“Eventually it got more and more frantic, and I decided to paddle over to check on it. As soon as I got out of the canoe…this huge gush of water came rushing over the waterfall and took my canoe with it...it turned out a dam had burst, and the absol was trying to get me out of the water.”

Naomi beamed, then finished, “Since then, Absol has been one of my most treasured pokemon. If she seems uneasy about something I’m doing, I second-guess.”

Dr. Pierce nodded. “It’s said that absols can predict disasters—long ago, it was believed that they were the cause of disasters, when it turned out they were just trying to warn humans. Thank you for sharing—seems Absol improved your health before she even became your pokemon.”

As Naomi sat back down, Kailani looked at her in wonder. “Wow…”

As Dr. Pierce went to ask other students for their stories, Penumbra’s right ear twitched, and she cocked her head to the side, toward the distant beach.

“What a great day…” Kailani stretched and gazed out at the water. “A class without tests and a sunny day!” She looked over at Naomi, who released Absol from her ball. “I had no idea your absol saved your life!”

“Ah, geez…” Naomi laughed sheepishly. “She’s been really overprotective since then, but I know it’s for my own good…”

“Who should I let out today…?” Fae examined her bag, before pulling out a pokeball and giving it a toss. “Let’s go, Seel!”

“Seel, seel!” Seel clapped its flippers. Kailani released Brionne to give Seel some company.

“Absol, can you watch our stuff?” Naomi asked. The pokemon responded by laying atop the trio’s bags. “…well, I guess that’s one way to do it.”

As the girls settled in and took to the water, Kailani looked to Naomi as she emerged from beneath the waves. “I saw your pictures in the dorm. You’re from a sailing family?”

“That I am!” Naomi beamed. “I was in the swim club at my middle school, too. Guess that’s what happens when you live in a port town like I do.”

“Does Absol sail with you?”

“Absol’s not a big fan of water; she likes to sleep on the beach while I take a different pokemon. Usually it’s Treecko.”

“No way! I’m imagining such a small pokemon clinging to the sail…”

“You’re not far off.”

Fae had emerged from the water, focusing on making a sand castle while Seel splashed around in the surf. She looked up at the two talking, smiling softly, when she heard a growl. Turning, she saw Absol beginning to grow agitated by something. “Absol…?”

Absol began to bark angrily. “Sol! Sol!”

“Huh?” Naomi looked up as she heard her. “Something’s up. Come on.” She beckoned to Kailani, as the two reached the shore. Absol had risen to her feet, pacing around and snapping her eyes in different directions. Rotomi peeked out of Fae’s bag worriedly.

“I’m starting to feel something, too…”

“Absol? What’s the matter, girl?” Naomi crouched down, when Absol tried to use her head-blade’s dull side to hook Naomi’s arm and pull her. “Hey!”

“Hey…” a voice drawled, “Would you shut your pokemon up? I’m trying to rest.”

The owner of the voice rose to his full height, slightly obscured by the shade of a beach umbrella. Tall, athletic, with fair skin and sandy blonde-grey hair. The dark colors and sharp angles of his attire were a calling card.

“It’s another member of Team Dysphoria!” Rotomi cried as she emerged from the bag.

“Name’s Bedlam,” he grumbled as he scratched his head. “You know, I was gonna take a nice, long nap before I got to spreading despair and unease.”

“What are you talking about?” Naomi raised a suspicious eyebrow. Absol stepped in front of her, growling. Bedlam lazily eyed the pair up and down, before digging into his pocket.

“You don’t gotta understand it…just obey it. Let’s see how much the nega-balls mutate a human.”

With a grunt, Bedlam hurled a fastball straight at Naomi. She had no time to react—but Absol did. She jumped backward, knocking Naomi away and being encapsulated by the ball.

“Absol!?” Naomi cried as she hit the sand, scrambling back to her feet to run toward the ball containing her companion—when it burst open again.

“NEGAAAAA!” Nega-Absol emerged from the ball—towering over the group at nine feet tall, its claws and head-blade razor sharp, its fur jagged and sinister. Batlike wings emerged from its back, as if a sinister subversion of the species’ mega-evolution, and its tail had extended to a whiplike length.

“Heh, that’ll do.” Bedlam snapped his fingers. “Nega-evolution, do your stuff!” Nega-Absol responded in kind, rearing up before charging toward the other beachgoers. People and pokemon began to flee the scene, as the monster kicked up sand, umbrellas and beach chairs. Nega-Absol reared her head back and let out a roar, a shockwave stopping and collapsing several pokemon, who now seemed frightened and weary, giving off a dim aura.

“Absol! Stop!” Naomi cried, before turning to Kailani and Fae. “You two go! I’m gonna stop her!”

“We’re not leaving you alone!” Kailani declared, while Fae anxiously watched the mayhem. After a pause, both of them took out their cure compacts; in that time, Naomi had already started running toward Absol, throwing a pokeball and releasing Sceptile to attempt to subdue the rampaging beast.

“Precure! I! Choose! You!”

As Cure Sunrise and Cure Wish transformed, Naomi had already attempted to battle Nega-Absol.

“Sceptile! Use Leaf Blade!”

Sceptile leapt into the air, converting the leaves on its body into swords as it attempted to slash at the monster. Nega-Absol responded in kind by swinging her head-blade and smacking Sceptile back down. Naomi ran to check on it, as it suddenly jumped to its feet and pulled her back as Nega-Absol tried to stomp on them.

“Sceptile, let go of me!” Naomi ordered, “I have to stop her!”

Sceptile ignored her, only for her to squirm out of its grasp and run back toward Nega-Absol. “Absol! Come back to your senses! This isn’t like you!”

Nega-Absol reared up to stomp again, only for Cure Sunrise and Cure Wish to slam into her with powerful kicks. As the Cures landed, Sunrise turned to face Naomi.

“It’s not safe for you here! That man did something to change your pokemon…we’ll do whatever it takes to turn it back!”

“I’m not leaving!” Naomi argued. “Absol’s been there for me through thick and thin!” She clenched her fists, tears streaming out, “I don’t know who you two are, but I won’t abandon her! I’d never abandon any of my pokemon!”

At that declaration, she took off at a sprint, and as she drew closer, Nega-Absol began swinging her head-blade down. Before she could make contact, there was a brilliant light…

Naomi looked around as she found herself standing in a starry void. “What…?” She looked around. She grit her teeth, then began to sprint in the endless cosmos. “Absol! Sceptile! Where are you guys!?”

“Ji-ra-chiiii~!”

Naomi skid to a stop, stumbled and fell over (somehow, despite there not being any definitive ‘ground’ to speak of), before grumbling and rising to her feet. She gasped, as a face she had only seen in picture books had appeared before her.

The legendary pokemon Jirachi floated before her, a warm smile on its face as it held in its hands a round object.

“J-J-J-J-Jirachi!?” Naomi stammered, as it spun once and held out the object…a compact with the image of a star.

“Jira!” Jirachi gave it a shake for emphasis as it extended its arms.

“I-Is that…for me?”

“Jirachi!”

Naomi took the compact in her right hand, feeling a warmth in her left and looking down to see a blue, opalescent stone forming.

“Will this…help Absol?”

Jirachi merely tilted its head, as a new energy began to rush through her.

“Precure! I! Choose! You!”

Moments later, a seemingly-new person stood in her place, and with immense strength, clapped her palms together and caught Nega-Absol’s head-blade. Clad in deep blue and pale yellow, short hair meeting back like a paintbrush, but all-too-familiar eyes glared up at Nega-Absol, before kicking the blade back and flipping away. She struck a fighting pose.

“Courage as vast as the night sky! Cure Starlight!”

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