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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Psycho Love. | Mark Lee (M) Part 3.

Prologue • “Darling you’ve got me obsessed with you.”

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synopsis • huang mei is a psychiatrist assigned to the most dangerous killer, but things start to go downhill from there.

warning • mafia x psychiatrist, mark lee mafia!, mei is Chinese and renjun’s twin sister, lots of action, thriller, fighting and mystery. dark romance!!! DARK DARK ROMANCE, mei is in a relationship with hyungsik, mark smut, kidnapping mentions. mark is 😃 slightly insane but yk what it’s fine 😭. THIS IS A MAFIA FIC OF MY SERIES!!

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TW: Toxic and Violent Relationships mentioned here <3 If you’re uncomfortable with this please click off and stay safe~~.

Mei felt two strong pair eyes fixating onto her once she enters the room where the man is chained to a wall with his chair keeping him sat. He shows a chide facial expression. “I hate to admit it, but you peaked my interest.” Mark cowls as if it was the most rare thing.

The doctor positions herself on the chair leaning forward with arms lightly un-crossed, a professional smile flashing to Mark. “I get that a lot.” Mei smirks a little.

“When do you ever have the most dangerous man who’s killed 200 men and women become heavily interest in you?” Mark chucks forward with an eyebrow raise, leaning down to his chair as he relaxes. Speaking to Mei was as if he was speaking to himself almost, he feels…familiar with her.

Mei left out a small chuckle, thinking aloud in her head. ‘Nope that’s certainly a first.’

“Well, that would be a first Mark. There is a first time for everything.” Mei calmly explains, she then takes her coat off and reveals no notepad or recorder. “Just in case you were going to tell me to strip again, I have nothing on me.” Mei tells, Mark slowly nodding.

There was a silence for a while but for the first time, Mark broke it as his eye contact never left Mei’s innocent doctor appearance. Why was he so fixated on her? He couldn’t figure it out either, but something kept pulling him in. Mei shown no uncomfortable behaviour at his staring, in fact she encouraged it. “I feel like we are very similar,” he trails.

He saw the woman’s face lighten up at the words, he was expecting a frown or a disgraced expression considering he is a killer. But no, Mei’s expression lightened up with curiosity. She was truly a minx. “How come Mark?” Mei questions.

“Not sure yet, I’m trying to figure it out.” Mark replies, Mei smiling. “Well, as you figure that out. I have a question for you.”

The man himself said nothing but only a nod given to the doctor, Mei clears her throat as she taps forward on the desk. She hums a little. “I want to know about your childhood, perhaps family? Or maybe school? I’m curious about your upbringing.”

Mark immediately hesitated as he scowls with a slight scoff, looking around the room now completely disinterested. “Listen here doc, why would I tell you that when i barely know anything about you?” She hears him hiss in disagreement, Mei quickly raises her hands in surrender.

“You’re absolutely right Mark. I’ll tell you everything about my childhood.” Mei spoke with genuine honesty. Mark raising eyebrow at the doctor, surely she won’t tell the true story?

“I come from China, I have a twin brother called Renjun. I have one parent, the other is unemotionally unavailable.” Mei explains forward without any care that she’s sharing something personal with a killer, the other doctors on the line monitoring are astonished and at the same time scared for Mei. Mark hums forward, she peaks his interest once again.

He leans forward, allowing the chains to rattle around with a noise. “When did you come to korea?”

“About a year ago, i had Korean lessons in my school back in China though.” Mei answers quickly, Mark definitely knows she isn’t lying to him. No one could answer quickly with such a detailed answer.

He sighs back. “You’re a weird one.”

Mei grins ear to ear. “I get that a lot. So, will you keep your word?” The man smirks at the persistent doctor. She was always going to ask for more.

“I’ll tell you when i feel slightly more satisfied, for now i’ll ask more personal questions.” Mark hollers and Mei surprisingly nods. “Sure, I’m fine with that.”

Mark scoffs in disbelief, how could she be so calm? He can ask anything! “You’re either a fool to be this calm in this situation or, you’re pretending you aren’t scared.”

Mei shakes her head. “Friends shouldn’t be scared of friends right? I don’t see you as a killer, we agreed on being friends.”

“Friends don’t tie each other though?” Mark replied as he shown his wrists to Mei. The girl eyes the metallic restrains humming. “I’ll get it fixed for our next session, how about that?”

“For now, this is it for todays session.” Mei replies as she looks at the time. “I have a date to go to with my boyfriend.” Mei hums cheerfully.

The moment the word ‘boyfriend’ hit the edge of his ears going through the other ear, his eyes darken. So she has a boyfriend, is absolutely leading Mark to tell his secrets and now she’s even promised to have Mark untied in the next session if he calls for her?

Mei would bow a goodbye to Mark as she left the room, something within Mark boiled. He was left more interested than before.

Taeil walks up to Mei as he pats her. “Good work today, he seems to be cooperating more. Also, good work on not stripping.” He adds teasingly, Mei looking down flustered with a pout to the lips. “I’m starting to regret it.” Mei replies.

He shakes his head as he then turns to the clock. “Oh right you’re leaving in a bit, but I just want to ask you.” He paused as Mei turns to Taeil in the changing room where she takes her doctor coat, hanging it up on the cloak in the locker that every doctor has. “Please tell me you weren’t serious about un-restraining Mark in the next session?” Taeil almost pleaded.

Mei hums calmly and straightforwardly. “I was serious.” Taeil sighs out loud, walking around the room until he stops pointing to Mei who turns around now facing him. “Yah, Mei you can’t be serious. Do you trust him?” Taeil said.

She shakes her head sighing. “No of course not, but, to trust him you need to say goodbye to those restraints.”

Taeil deadpans at her face, as if she’s the most crazy person he’s met officially. “Mei..- Mark killed people. He’s killed over a hundred people! He’s a mafia, do you get it?” He reaches shaking Mei back and forth by the shoulders. The woman blinks at him as she then lightly taps Taeil’s head.

“I know what he’s done.” Mei replies pulling away from her boss. “Anyways let’s give it a shot, I know for a fact he won’t hurt me or anything. He isn’t showing signs of aggression.”

Taeil almost wants to cuss but he stops himself midway. “No but that’s what makes him difficult, Mei. You can’t tell his next move. He has impulsive emotions, trust me. That man got close to a woman previously and he suffocated her!”

Mei grabs her work bag and jacket, pulling it over her slim lean body, turning back to Taeil who looks massively frustrated. “I believe he has a dark secret why he’s the way he is today. Can you trust me Mr Moon?” Mei sweetly talks forward, the man holding his hips.

“Your sweet talk won’t work on me, Mei.” He warns and Mei approaches forward. “Please Mr Moon let me handle the situation.” She softly tells, fixing Taeil’s doctor coat collars. Watching the Adam’s Apple shiver at the action, Mei smirks— she literally has her boss wrapped round her little finger.

“Okay, fine.” Taeil speaks out finally, Mei pulling away from the man no longer closing the space between them. “But!” He quickly tells, Mei watching him. “But, once something wrong happens I’m jumping in with security guards and chaining him up once again.”

Mei nods, that was fair. The doctor smiles as she then hugs Taeil, letting go and walking to open the staff changing room door wide. “Thank you boss! See you tomorrow!” The boss ghostly smiles at the younger woman who left the room, sighing.

“She’s crazy.” He mutters.

Mei drove back home to her apartment, her boyfriend will get off work in the next hour, so she has plenty of time to get ready.

The apartment door opens quietly, the passcode beeping indicating she wrote the correct passcode in. The door shuts, the door beeping once again to tell Mei its shut properly.

The Chinese girl sighs walking around the apartment, taking off the jacket and the bag was thrown on the couch. Mei hums aloud, walking to the open kitchen with the living room together, opening the fridge.

She takes out a small orange juice can, opening the metal lid area where she hears a satisfying ‘skrrr’ of air fuzzing. Mei hums sipping it, about to walk to the tv area to turn the news on.

But then, a soft muffled noises were heard coming out of the bedroom. Mei’s head turns to the closed shared bedroom door, walking to it slowly. The ears perk up as her hand slowly turns the doorknob to open the door ajar.

Mei peaks inside the room that held female scattered clothes with others men clothes, she turns the lights on with a disgraced expression she notices her boyfriend and a girl, completely naked on top of each other.

“Hyungsik, so this is what you’re doing?” Mei coldly replies, the two scream in unison as Mei walks forward to the man who looks at Mei with million stuttering excuses about to come out of his lying mouth. “Mei- i- I can explain trust m—”

A cold fizzy orange flavoured water pours right on his head down to his naked body, Mei frowning with a pissed of expression, but she knew even if she shows she’s mad she can be easily controlled by the manipulative bastard.

“Save your words, i don’t want to hear them.” She replies and eyes the blonde naked girl covering herself up, she said nothing to the female because why would she waste her time?

Mei turns to her closest starting to pack her own clothes, Hyungsik screaming across the bedroom. “Yah, Huang Mei! What are you doing huh?”

He hears no reply from Mei, causing him to stand up and then grab Mei’s shoulder turning her around. Mei angrily swings her hand slapping the man across his face, with a disgusted expression she grossly speaks. “Don’t touch me, cheating bastard we are over.” Mei berated.

The woman on the bed quietly left the room with her clothes, going inside the toilet to change. The man holds his face as he darkly laughs, in disbelief and angry fuelling in him. His hands travel to Mei where he suddenly pushes her down with a huge slap impacting Mei’s face, a sound of his nails scratching her cheek.

“You dare slap me? I get what I did was terrible, but can’t you forgive and forget me?” Hyungsik chokes out, crouching down to Mei’s level. The woman spat on Hyungsik’s face where she kicks his crotch area, the man rolling down immersed with the pain.

Mei scowls grabbing the bag of clothes she packed, taking her own car keys and other equipment that belongs to her. She turns to the man on the floor trying to get back up, Mei running out and closing the bedroom door. She locks it with a side broom, jamming the doorknob so he won’t be able to get out. “Fucking cheater, don’t ever contact me again.” Mei shouts.

The apartment clucks about when Mei leaves the place going down the building with the elevator. She walks out of it, heading to the car park.

It is late at night but she can always turn to one person in this world. Mei did not waste any time as she drives her car off, leaving the area.

Who could she possibly turn to?

It’s none other than Huang Renjun.

The girl pauses in front of the apartment door that belongs to her brother, knocking on it this late at night around nine pm. The door swings open revealing Renjun in his pyjamas, ready to go to bed, he looks at Mei with half worry the other half being confusion.

“Mei?” Renjun tells and Mei shortly smiles, though it wasn’t a happy one. She feels completely shit and taken advantage of. “Hey, can i stay over at yours?”

Renjun took Mei in without needing any answers, she can live with him if she wished he wouldn’t care. The boy moves the sofa with comfy pillows and a blanket, he shifts to Mei who sighs, opening the fridge in the kitchen afar.

Mei grabs the two beer cans, Renjun always has alcohol to share. She comes back to the couch, sitting down on it with an open beer can where she drank. Renjun sighs. “What’s happened to you?”

Mei shrugs unbothered, it’s probably better to forget it and not dump it on Renjun. her brother sits next to her, eyeing Mei who drank massive gulps of the alcohol. She sighs when pulling away from the drink, putting it down on the table.

“Nothing happened.” Mei lowly replies. Renjun sighs rubbing Mei’s head lovingly before standing up, he knows how Mei is. Hard to open up with emotions, despite being such a good psychiatrist where she helps other people with many problems and emotions, she can’t take her own advice.

She won’t open up even if it kills her at some point. Renjun hums, he won’t force her to tell her what’s wrong, eventually she will speak and if she doesn’t— then Renjun can simply help her from afar. He will find out eventually from other people.

“Alright you don’t have to tell me anything, don’t get drunk though you have work tomorrow don’t you?” Renjun said. Mei nodding, she waved goodbye to Renjun who walks to his bedroom to sleep, he has lots of deadlines to catch up on.

You might be wondering what does Renjun work as? He’s an artist. He paints and draws, sells his work in the most famous gallery’s and such. He is gaining a good reputation right now.

Mei shifts to the second beer can, opening it with ease. Her eyes lower down where she felt a water stream, why was water coming down her face?

She came to notice that she’s crying without realising it. Mei wipes her eyes, sipping the beer slowly. Alcohol should help her sleep a little without having wild angry thoughts keep her up.

At some point she wishes she could just make people who hurt her disappear. But Mei doesn’t have such ability.

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mychoombatheroomba · 3 months

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Hey!

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Thank you! P.s keep up your amazing writing 😃

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chaoticstateofaffairs · 9 months

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So...I am typing one handed...I may or may not have gotten angry at a situation I can't fix and put my fist through a glass table we have outside and then proceed to punch the side of the house (brick) several times but on the brights side, I don't think anything is broken.

Just have 2 get a few stitches (hopefully) and go home, bar the fact that hopefully they don't want 2 contact the psychologist in charge 🙄

But luckily I have a good group of friends who want 2 keep me out of the psych ward and have offered to clean up the mess I made before the docs want 2 do a house check 👍😃

Edit #1:There are no patients in the waiting room and only two cars out in the parking lot so hopefully this will be a quick in and out 😂

But the dreaded question at the front desk:

"Ouch, how did that happen? 😮"

"Uh...well, um...I...you see, I uh...honestly, I really don't know how to explain it to you. 🙂"

"O...Kay. Well give me your wrist so I can put the bracelets on."

"Ok. 🙂" (Extremely happy she didn't pry)

Meanwhile, Cat was off 2 the side just in a state of shock that no one pried. 😂

Edit #2: So, the waiting game has started and I've already been asked twice in the last 10mins if I'm sure I'm really not in pain and I've replied both times, "No ma'am, I'm not in that much pain, I promise. 🙂👍", and of course they find that incredibly odd but they will find out soon enough that this is not an abnormal occurrence for me 😂

Also, I'm pissing Cat off with the fact that I keep leaning down and untying her shoe but she still loves me 😂

Edit #3: Apparently it's bad morale for patients coming in and seeing one who's dripping blood all over the floor even though I have a wrap around my hand and it makes them not want 2 stay in here, so now I'm in the back waiting for the nurse and doctor 😂

Edit #4: Why did I put myself through this 🥲 I was gonna say something totally fucking disgusting but Cat deleted before I could hit send...oh well. 🤷‍♂️

Edit #5: I REALLY need a cigarette if my crazy ass is gonna sit here in this small ass room 🙄

Edit #6: Y'all know I'm crazy by now so I'm just gonna put this out here. I wonder what it would feel like 2 punch through this sliding glass door? 🤔

Edit #7: I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES IM GONNA HAVE TO FUCKING SAY I DON'T WANT THE FUCKING DRUGS! WHAT CAN'T THEY UNDERSTAND!!!! (At least they are referring to me right but that's thanks to Cat and not my scared ass)

"Sir, you need to take something or otherwise when the shock wears off it will be incredibly painful."

"I have told everyone who's talked to me about taking those things and I have said no, and my answer will continue to be no. So please, stop asking if I want some pain meds." (I was a little harsh with my tone but not what the way they put it)

"Sir, there is no need to get unruly."

"Un...unruly?! You have yet to see unruly but if you continue to try to give me those drugs that's when you will see unruly and if you give them to me without my knowledge you will also see a lawsuit, I have told all of you SEVERAL TIMES, I don't want those drugs, so please stop asking."

Edit #8: Nothing is broken, just bruised and going to be very sore, but I do need stitches, lots of them 👀

Edit #9: No, no I will not stop pacing in my room, THERE IS NO ONE IN HERE EXCEPT FOR CAT AND I, AND THE CURTAIN IS CLOSED SO NO, I WILL NOT STOP PACING.

Nobody can fucking see me, jfc! Now because of these jackholes pressuring me and fussing about my pacing that is affecting no one, I'm getting angry again and that makes matters worse cause then I get short with people, very short.

Edit #10: I'm about to go batshit, I want out, I'm slowly getting angrier at all the noise, at people, at this STUPID FUCKING INCESSANT BEEPING FROM THIS DAMN MONITOR THEY WONT SHUT TF OFF, HELL CAT HAD TO DO IT! FUCK! But I can't do a damn thing because it's my own fault that I'm here in the first place, I couldn't control my anger over the fact that there is a situation in which I possibly can not help in nor do I have fucking control over, which SUCKS and I'm trying, I'm trying so fucking hard but in all honesty I think they just want away from me and I don't blame them, I'm not good to be around. I don't know why tf Cat is till here if I'm being honest, it's not like I'm worth it.

Just...fuck.

Edit #11: I just want 2 hit the fucking wall until I can't do it anymore...fuck.

Edit #12: Doc is in 2 stitch Cal up and we will be out of here, nothing bad has happened to his hand just needs a shit ton of stitches on his left hand and just a small bit on his arm, nothing to major but enough to be serious and warrant a visit to the psych doctor tomorrow, but everything is looking good.

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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Hey hey heyyyy!! Here was the fluff fic i mentioned in this post that was supposed to be short but guesss what? its 3.4k words/8 pages long! 😃 istfg jaghshs anyways..enjoy!!

Doc Green..Ock??

Warnings: few cusses, grammar, use of "dude" once but mostly gender neutral, no use of y/n..i think

Pairings: Sinister Five x gn!reader(platonic); Octogoblin x gn!reader(implied romantic but can also be close platonic)

Summary: A small spark of creativity could make a flame of..interesting events..

Special thanks to @aviary-co for the GIF 🥰

You were tinkering away at the built-in lab in your house, having a close relationship with Tony Stark has really many pros than cons and this being one of them.

The house that you are currently living in alongside the former 'sinister five' is included in that list. It's a very nice, simple modern two-story house that was able to accommodate 5-6 people. It is fenced and has both front and backyard, patches of grasses and bushes placed neatly and accordingly. (the design and layout of the house and lot is up to your imagination)

Now, back to you tinkering. You were happily making some little adjustments to Peter's suit. The boy trusted you enough to allow you to add a few modifications. Though you wouldn't call yourself some kind of mechanic, or any of that but you were knowledgeable enough that you could probably make an animatronic come to life. (the modification is up to you since i could not come up with anything at the moment 😁)

While adding a few touch ups on the suit, your eyes glanced at the goggles sitting at the table on your right. It was Norman's green goblin goggles that you decided to keep. The man was insistent on throwing it away, and you couldn't blame him for doing so, but you don't want to waste such a fine accessory! Let's just say you're something of a collector yourself. You also changed a little bit of its design, giving it steampunk vibes, just so the former villain could rest easy. And it worked!

You gently put down Peter's spiderman suit and pushed yourself away from the table you were working on, letting your swivel chair roll against the floor and bring you to the table where the eye accessory sat. Taking it from the table, you bring it close to your face. The memory of making a model and 3d printing the added design on the goggles made you smile. Norman's reaction seeing it made you smile wider, he said it didn't even dawn at him that it was the goggles he used to use, his face contorting from amusement to what you can think was wonder..although you weren't sure at that part since you were rambling off about resting your case on keeping the accessory.

You chuckle as the memory keeps playing in your head, leaning back to your chair and bringing the goggles with you as you prop your feet up on the table where the goggles were previously placed. Otto's face was also of amusement as his eyes kept switching back and forth from you and the goggles, at least that's what you remembered seeing while being a rambling mess in front of the two scientists.

Speaking of..

You wonder where they are, you stopped replaying the memory as you try to remember what happened before you decide to hyperfixate on the kid's suit.

It took you a minute, maybe more, to realize that they were all in the living room. Doing whatever men do when they're not busy. You could probably guess Norman is probably in the kitchen preparing dinner with Otto helping him, Max probably playing video games, while Flint and Curtis..maybe playing chess? You've seen them play chess against each other from time to time so the idea is not impossible.

Or you know, you could've just got up from your chair and see what they were doing but no. You're still on the chair..because an idea was sparking in your brain. It was a very random, yet mischievous and maybe inching towards the "stupid" side, idea that it made you take your feet off the table and sit up.

What if you take off the recently added designs on the goggles, it was detachable, and wear it WITH Otto's coat..?

The thought makes you all giddy and grin mischievously, wondering what the two's reactions will be. And without further ado you carefully detached the gold-painted designs, flee your lab and go to Otto's room.

You did not waste any second as you quite literally sprinted to the stairs and up to Otto's room while putting on the goggles on your head. You heard them call out to you and you replied with a quick, "Everything's fine, it's just...IDEA!!!!" This situation, you being all giddy and excited and stuff and running around, may or may have not happened quite a few times before that they have decided to leave you to your own devices when it occurs.

You reached Otto's door and swiftly opened it, you took a second to scan the room if it was empty or were you disrupting something, finding nothing you also decided to glance at the stairs to see if any of your..targets.. followed you. Relieved on seeing none you entered the room and quietly shut the door.

Otto's room was as simple and neat as the man himself. Everything was well-organised and not a speck of anything out of place in the room. You have admired the way he had made himself at home countless times before as this wasn't the first you entered his quarters and it just makes you..maybe a little warm inside. Seeing the physical resemblance of his comfort, which took awhile but you couldn't blame the man, brings a little joy to you.

FOCUS.

Oh right. The idea. Nearly throwing yourself to the closet as you sprinted across the room, you hastily opened it. You did a small double-take at your actions though, checking if you did not accidentally rip the closet door from its hinges. Seeing as you did not, you carefully dug through the clothes the doctor had bought for himself a month ago, trying to find the coat he wore when he first arrived in this universe as quickly as you could.

Where the hell- OH.

You quickly snatched the piece of clothing and swiftly put the coat on. The smell that just screams Otto Octavios, along with the warmth the coat is giving, drowns your senses. It's just so comfortable and-and–

FOCUS.

Right. Right. RIGHT. Focus! You then hold the lenses of the goggles that were sitting on top of your head and you bring it down to your eyes. Adjusting it a little making sure it was sitting comfortably on your face while trying to find a mirror. Once you catch your reflection you can't help but laugh. Otto's coat was so fucking big on your frame that it almost made you look like a small child wearing an adult's clothing. The shoulder part was hanging off your shoulder, the sleeves are big and long that your hands are nowhere to be seen, and the coat has pooled on your feet, giving a little bit of cloak vibes to you.

You rolled up the sleeves a little just so you could at least see your hand, patting the coat and off you go.

You opened the door and peeked to the hallway, seeing the coast was clear you closed the door behind you and walked to the stairs. You took a small breath in and out and prepped yourself, quickly making an impromptu introduction in your head as you made your way down.

You halted before your feet could be seen and peeked from the small railings of the handle of the stairs, the lively living room clear from your spot. They were all talking amongst themselves and you guessed right about where each of them would be, your targets busy, the other two also busy..wait where's Max?

"The hell are yo-"

Your brain ran billion miles per hour as you connected the dots and was able to quietly shush Max, possibly flailing your arms with the long sleeves of the coat looking like you had amputated your arms in the air while silently shushing the man. The electricity wielding human was able to shut himself up on time that he didn't gain any attention from the people on the other side of the room.

"Just gooo and act like you didn't see me!"

You yelled in a whispering manner while shooing him away. He looked like he was about to ask something but you quickly shut him down with a look. He obeyed but with a disbelieving laugh and shaking his head, walking back to the couch he was sitting on previously. Flint and Curtis asked him why he was laughing but he kept silent and shrugged. Although Max was eyeing you as he continued playing.

That was fucking clooose.

With a last huff of determination and a small smirk of mischief, you finally made yourself known.

You let out the evilest cackle you could make and stomped your unmatched socked feet on the stairs, "Can the Sinister Five come out and plaaay?" you spoke loudly and may have made your voice sound like you have gone insane, maybe singing Beetlejuice's part in the musical is paying off a little at this moment. Your expression, of course, you did not forget. A wicked grin and scrunched brows were plastered on your face, resembling a manic person's expression as you turned towards your audience.

Max was trying not to laugh, Flint was confused, Curtis was amused at the performace while your targets, Otto and Norman, had little smiles on their faces but still confused about the situation.

Oh come on! I'm supposed to be fucking scary.

You whined in your head, their reaction annoying you a little. Although you did look a little ridiculous with the large coat and goggles and all. You didn't hide your annoyance though, you used it to continue and fuel your performance, "Oh, is this amusing you?" You sneered with a smooth tilt of your head, dropping the grin and replacing it with a deep frown.

"We don't..talk like that, dear.." Otto's small pause was clearly an indication that he was trying not to laugh at the performance you were freely giving. "We could-" Norman's thought was cut off as the lights flickered.

Max's joyous expression dropped into something serious at the flicker, the former sandman and lizard glancing at him accusingly made him yell, "what?! Just because I can control electricity y'all can look at me like that."

While all of them bickered you laughed, evil-ly, cutting their conversation. "You're all reeeaally underestimating me..aren't you?" You tilted your head to the other side while you prolonged the word, your wicked grin back to your face.

The lights continue to flicker, their expression now is much more serious than before, thinking that this is an actual foe and not the friend they have all known and began to love, moreso for the two scientists in the adjacent kitchen about the latter.

Max was confused though, he just talked to you not long ago before you started this whole thing. Actually, everyone is confused. They all had just spoken to you, even if briefly, and they are met with this….?

The expressions they're wearing satisfied you that you stopped messing with lights and started to laugh, genuinely and hysterically, not the evil one. You were bent over while clutching your stomach, laughing loudly, "Your faces!! HA!" You wheeze as you take off the goggles to wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes.

The previous tension that slowly filled the room dissipates into small chuckles as the group collectively relaxes. "This kid..I swear.." You heard Curtis mumble loud enough for the other people in the room to hear, making you double your laughter to the point that you were laying down on the cold floor.

"I- hehAHA- I- " wheeze "- I got you though!!" You snicker as you try to tone down your laughing but instead you laugh harder.

"That you did, you little minx. That you did.." Norman says with a little sigh. You could hear his feigned disappointment and a little bit of sarcasm through your laughing, "Though Otto's previous remark stands true. We don't talk like that, honey.."

You have finally calmed yourself down and are now only a giggling mess on the ground. "Yeah, yeah, suuure.." Chortling in between sentences as you sit up, crossing your legs as you look up to them from your spot. Max has his hand on his face while chuckling to himself, rubs his face before resuming his game, Flint and Curtis have also gone back to playing their chess, and Norman and Otto had delighted smirks etched on their face as one has leaned on the counter with both hands and the latter has his arms crossed on his chest while looking at you, his mechanical appendages floating behind him and chittering amongst themselves. Maybe they held a little bit of pride in their eyes but it was mostly joy and amusement.

You smirk as you twirl the goggles on your hands, having to roll up the sleeves of the giant man's coat beforehand, "So..I had a little thought.." you started but before you could continue you hear Flint humorously grumble, "here we go again.." earning small chuckles from the men in the room and a small laugh from you. "It's not like what you saw before noo! no, no.. it's just a thought really…just a thought." You reassure them with an eased grin and small flick of your other hand, "What would've been my villain name with this get up? I was thinking…Doc..Green..Ock…?? Wait- wait no that-"

All of the scientists look at you in bewilderment, "Doc Green Ock- what???" the perplexed Dr. Connors looks at your direction, now distracted from his game.

The dark skinned villain on the other chair not far from him was laughing hysterically, unable to pause his game making him lose, "Aww, damn it!!"

Flint rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, leaning back to his chair, "It's not like you did not name yourself just "Lizard" before, Connors.." "This is a completely different case!!"

"- jUst - wait. Wait let me come up with something better-" You try to control the humiliating situation that you're in, standing up and walking closer to the group as you try to think of a much better name, but before you could you accidentally slipped on the ridiculously large coat you were wearing. "Oh fu-" You swear you saw your life flash before your eyes. You braced yourself for the impact,

"Woah-" "Hey!" "Dude!" You heard multiple of them cry out to you-

But someone..or something wrapped itself around your figure and caught you before you landed harshly on the ground.

"Careful!" But Otto's voice boomed louder than the rest of them, worryingly, as his top right actuator that had curled itself around your frame gently lifted you and put you back on your feet. Small relieved sighs fill the room. You shyly glanced at them, Norman had left his previous place and is now on the door of the kitchen and Otto now had his human arms on his sides. You pat the mechanical limb, like a small thank you to the both of them, "Sorry, sorry, but as I was saying- how about Doc Goblin!!" You proudly stated as the actuator slowly unraveled from your body, its claws softly snapping at you as if giving you a gentle scolding, you sheepishly grinned at the AI and at the people in the room as you wore the goggles again, "Ehhh?"

"Hmm..not bad…" Flint comments while swiftly changing some of the pieces on the chessboard, grabbing the chance to cheat while his foe was distracted. Said foe is looking at you incredulously while glancing at the former villains that are currently being ridiculed by their significant other, whose faces are nothing but pure adoration but also baffledness.

Max saw what Flint did and was about to snitch when the former sandman gave him a 'don't you dare look'. In which the electric charged fella retaliated with something of a 'not my fault you kept on losing, idiot' look before rolling his eyes and going back to playing.

Of course you saw that too but you decided to say nothing, "See! Flint agrees!! Doc Goblin.." you say in wonder.

"It certainly has a nice ring to it." When Otto gave his comment, the blonde scientist gave a 'meh' look and turned to Flint, who was acting as cool and collected as he could with his pointer finger rubbing his chin in thought while his eyes were trained on the board. It only took Curtis a second before giving a low and dangerous, "You changed it didn't you?" "What are you talking about?" was Flint's "confused" reply.

Otto rolled his eyes at the two bickering, slowly arguing, men then looked at you, who's prideful grin did not falter. He glances at the blue-eyed scientist, who is now approaching you, soft expression ever present on his face, "I thought you redesigned it..?" Norman asks curiously as he reaches out to touch the rim of the goggles, you saw a little flash of grief in his eyes but it was gone not long after.

"It was detachable. I wanted to preserve its old design- it has a good rim!" You tell him as you gently pried his hand from your face and hold it, giving it a gentle squeeze since you did not miss the brief flash of sadness.

He hums and kisses the back of your hand, changing the course of the conversation. "Looks good on you, love. Don't even get me started on the coat!" He comments with a chuckle, and carefully twirled you around. The comment also made the owner of the coat chortle.

You giggle as you let him spin you, the coat fluttering a little as you did.

"But I'm afraid I'll have to take it before you successfully hurt yourself." The large scientist says as he approaches the both of you.

You look at him as you stop twirling, a small pout on your face, "Oh c'mon! I literally just wore it!" "And you nearly hurt yourself not a moment after." His tone and expression not leaving any space for arguments, but you matched his look with a stubborn huff. "Darling…." he warns, the claws of the actuators matching his energy as it chittered and clicked in warning.

Norman on the other hand was not saying anything of the matter, his silence piques your curiosity and you glance at him, you also need his support at the moment. You were expecting to see him having the same expression Otto was wearing but instead..you saw a small mischievous smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

Ohhhhh..

You both stared at each other for a moment, although your eyes were blocked by the dark lenses of the goggles a silent agreement was made.

"Don't make me say it again, dear.."

When Otto started to move closer to you, you immediately jumped on Norman's arms and he was quick to catch you before sprinting away from the other scientist.

This clearly surprised Otto as it took him a moment to catch up to you two.

You and Norman were giggling like teenagers as you ran ahead from your "persuer", carrying you to the backyard. The whirring of a Norman's glider distracted you from laughing at Otto, who was catching up quickly to the both of you with the help of his actuators. You were not able to register the next events but you heard Norman grunt in force as he leapt on his glider, not breaking a single sweat and flew away from the ground.

A small yelp escaped your lips as you held onto the older man tightly, seeing as you were floating a few feet away from the ground, Norman doing the same thing. You trust him with your life though so you did not worry too much about it. A laugh slips from your lips as the glider turns to face Otto, seeing his "not amused" face making you laugh more with Norman joining you.

"You two are going to be the death of me.." he lightly commented with a squint.

You playfully stuck out your tongue, "You love us though!" "I clearly do.." was his last reply before using his actuators to reach both of you. Norman, clearly not letting this game end quickly, flew much higher and farther from him, away from the reach of the mechanical limbs.

"Norman!!" Otto frustratedly yelled while you just laughed, enjoying the free ride. "Giving up already, honey?" Taunted Norman. "Who ever said I was?" former Doc Ock quickly replied and continued to chase you both.

"Gosh I love you both.." You uttered, this made them halt from their shenanigans for a moment, "Love you too, dear." "And I you, love."

And the chaos resumes.

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I found some Scarian😃

I wrote this drabble a while ago, and I think it's good enough to post here. Tell me what you think!

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*Jangled!*

TW: Slight mention of death, very minor injury.

Characters: GoodTimesWithScar, Sherlock Grian, the Jangler, Docm77 (mentioned only), Rendog (mentioned only).

Theme: Comedy?

*Short A\N:*

*This oneshot takes place in season 6 of Hermitcraft, about 2-3 episodes [from Grian's POV] after Grian, Doc and Ren found the Jangler shop. I just thought of this on the spot, it wasn't planned at all. I feel like building a base in survival that I havn't planned before in creative.*

*Now, without further adieu, let's get into the story.*

*Enjoy!*

Grian has returned to the Jangler shop to take another look at the amazing work the Jangler has done. He thought of the moment that he walked into the shop with Doc and Ren and said, "Wow, this is amazing. I know who it is."

When he said "this is amazing" he meant that the building was amazing, the story being told, the detail. The details were actually what gave away the Jangler's true identity.

He just stood there, looking at the cookie and admiring the work, and suddenly a voice was heard behind him. "Oh hi, Grian! How are you?"

Grian turned around to see Scar standing in the entrence. Exactly the person he wanted to see, and not [just] because he had a major, major crush on him.

"Hey Scar! I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm great!" Scar walked further in, towards Grian and the altar. "This is a nice shop the Jangler has made, huh?"

"Beautiful." Grian tore his eyes away from Scar to look at the build again. "Look at the detail, Scar. Every single block is planned and thought of."

"I see." Scar looked at the walls, the oven and the giant joker cookie. "The Jangler seems to be a very talented builder."

"Yes, he is," said Grian.

Scar raised an eyebrow. "How do you know it's a 'he'?"

Grian shrugged. "I know who it is. And the last time I asked, he identified as he\him."

"Oh." Scar nodded. "So, Sherlock has solved another mystery. Care to share?"

Grian didn't answer. "Have you been to this shop before?"

"No, actually. This is my first time in here." Scar looked around again. "You were right about the details. This place is very nice."

"It's breathtaking." Grian walked back to have a better look. "You know, I think the Jangler is the most talented man I've ever met."

"Really? Man, that's saying something." Scar walked over to the couple of chests. "What is this?"

"Don't open them," said Grian. "This is basically a place where you can ask the Jangler to prank another hermit with a good or bad deed. If you want a good deed, you place your request here." He tapped on the right chest. "And if you want a bad deed, you open this chest on the left, but inside there is a piece of paper saying 'the Jangler only does good, silly.' and then some redstone-- made very poorly, to quote Doc-- activates and the floor opens up beneath you and you fall into a pit with pufferfish."

"Wow." Scar reached for the chest on the left. "Can I see?"

Grian walked off the altar. "Go ahead."

Scar opened the chest and the floor opened up. He jumped back to avoid falling in, and looked down at the pufferfish pit.

"Wow."

Grian kneeled next to him. "Look at this. Even the death pit is decorated. That Jangler is such a good, pure soul. He cares about the state in which his victims die."

"The edges look pretty sharp," Scar noted.

"Yeah, I wouldn't suggest grabbing the sides of the pit if you fall."

He got up and soon the floor closed up again.

"I like this," said Scar. "This whole shop. I like it."

"Yeah." Grian decided it was safe to stand on the floor again. "I was here with Doc and Ren last week. They fell in."

Scar laughed. "Did you enjoy watching them die?"

"Indeed," said Grian with a smile. "We had a really good time."

"Yeah, looks like a lot of fun." Scar grinned and opened the left chest.

The floor opened up from underneath Grian and he fell. They both yelled, and Grian was suddenly stopped by two hands grasping his wrist. He looked up to see Scar, holding him and looking terrified.

Scar pulled him back up and said, "I didn't see you were standing on it. I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," said Grian, catching his breath and smiling up at Scar. "Except-- the wall got me." He touched his ankle and wiped away some blood with his fingers.

"Oh no." Scar pulled out a napkin-- why does he carry a napkin, for Notch's sake?-- and placed it on Grian's ankle to stop the bleeding. "I'm so sorry. Does it hurt?"

"No," said Grian. "I'm fine, Scar. No need to fuss."

That just made Scar fuss more.

"Scar, stop, it's okay, really!" He took Scar's hands into his own and looked his friend in the eye. "I'm okay."

Scar sighed. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be." Grian smiled. "Hey, at least your redstone works. Unlike mine."

Scar blinked. "This is the Jangler's redstone, Gri."

Grian just smiled.

"Oh my gods." Scar laughed and looked up to the ceiling. "Grian. You do know. I was hoping you were lying or mistaken, but no, you know exactly what's going on, do you?"

"I have to say it took me a lot of time," said Grian. "You hid your tracks well. It was only when I walked into this shop that I knew it was you."

"I'm stupid," said Scar.

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am. You have complimented me on my builds so many times-- you always do it in the same tone. The same tone that you used to compliment this shop. You also said that the Jangler was 'such a good, pure soul' which is exactly what I said to you in the very beginning of the season, when I drowned and you got my stuff. And overall, you said you had a good time. It's my name, and I didn't realize it. That's stupid."

"That doesn't make you stupid," said Grian. "The hardest things to spot are the things hidden in plain sight. You are far from stupid."

"Oh, whatever." Scar threw his hands up. "You caught me. I admit, I am the Jangler. Hands up, you win. Now let's go get you a healing potion."

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