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these-godforsaken-halls · 2 months

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while you sleep I'll build a wall

2k words || read on ao3

quick tags: mumbo & grian centric (no romantic pairings), hurt/comfort, blood and injury, general fear/danger, first aid, hopeful ending; prompt: "bite down on this"

His hands shake. He’s sweating, breaths coming in frantic stutters. This isn’t out of the ordinary for Mumbo. This is, in fact, the usual state of affairs. Mumbo is anxious and the sky is blue and ah, yes, I see the floor here is made out of floor, Grian would say. Grian’s not saying anything like that right now, because he’s half-conscious and bleeding out all over said floor, and all over Mumbo’s nice suit jacket too.

likes and rbs appreciated!! <3

Grian’s not saying anything like that right now, because he’s half-conscious and bleeding out all over said floor, and all over Mumbo’s nice suit jacket too. So. Yeah, no jokes. Not — not really the time for those, right now. Mumbo might’ve joked that he wouldn’t put it past Grian to quip all the way up to his deathbed — in fact he probably has said that before, he’s probably said it more than once — but the notion is, believe it or not, much less funny when Grian is on his actual deathbed.

“Right,” he says to himself, trying to take deep breaths or something — that’s meant to help, right? Stress? It’s supposed to de-stress? — “Right, then, alright — ”

First things first: the bleeding. That’s probably the most immediate threat. Mumbo knows painfully little about first aid on this scale, because where he comes from, people respawn. (There is — there is a setting. On the server. That is set so people wake up after they die, because that’s how things are supposed to work. Mumbo is so — so angry right now, he could swear. He might swear. It’s been a near thing several times now.) He knows that pressure will do it, though, and his jacket’s a lost cause already, if that was something he even cared about anymore — he shucks it easily, fumbling to fold it into something more bandage-like, then presses it to Grian’s midsection. His — his very, very bloody midsection. Mumbo carefully averts his eyes to the worst of the damage. If he loses the last traces of his composure, Grian will definitely die. And Grian dying is not an outcome. It’s just — it isn’t one. He won’t accept it. It’s not going to happen.

The pressure does not help their situation.

Well — Grian’s internal situation, maybe. Probably. It probably helps that one. Keeping blood inside of the body. Yes. But the greater situation, the thing that’s put them both here, alone, tucked into a wood shack in a forest far from home, with a permanent death looming over Grian’s head? That one is not helped by adding pressure to Grian’s wounds, because the pressure makes Grian scream.

“No,” Mumbo says, flinching violently, voice pitching higher, “no, no — Grian, Grian you have to be quiet, mate, please —”

He pulls back, pressure abating. If they’re found like this they’re dead. Mumbo doesn’t know how Grian whisked them both away from the fight — neither of them had a stasis chamber or anything of the sort, and Mumbo’s got a sinking feeling it wasn’t legal in the slightest — but he has a hunch it was a one-and-done kind of thing, pulling on the last dregs of Grian’s strength after sustaining so much damage. Mumbo will have questions later. When Grian is not dying anymore.

There’s so much blood. It’s starting to make him dizzy, the sight and scent of it all.

“M’ sorry,” Grian mutters, startling him a little, “Mumbo, I — I’m sorry, it hurts, I can’t.” There are tears building in his eyes, and the look that he’s fixed Mumbo with — it’s horrible. It’s the worst thing that Mumbo has ever seen. “M’ sorry.”

“No,” Mumbo blurts in response. He’s not sure what all he’s saying no to — the ridiculous apology, certainly — and maybe just everything else? This whole damned situation? Yeah, that sounds about right. “No, you — no. Stop that. I need, I need to — here.” He fumbles for his tie, shaking hands struggling to pull it off without strangling himself. There are worse situations to be dressed in full formal attire; he doesn’t know what he’d be doing without so much spare cloth.

He gets the tie off, and he pauses for a moment to look down at it in his hands — to feel very sick, and very upset at what he’s about to do.

“Just bite down on this,” he says, and he — sort of awkwardly — shoves the tie into Grian’s mouth. (If Scar were here, he would be unbearable right about now. He would make a horrific joke, impossible to un-hear, and then he’d have the audacity to pretend any innuendo was accidental. Gods above, Mumbo misses Scar.) “That should — that should do it. Yeah. I’m — I’m so sorry. Grian, I am so sorry.” He doesn’t know what else to say. Here’s Grian screaming in agony, under Mumbo’s own two hands, and the first thing Mumbo does is gag him . Defensible or not, an apology seems in order.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, a broken-off whisper, and his hands find the bloodied jacket again, and he presses down.

Grian still screams. But it’s muffled this time by the makeshift gag, muffled enough that maybe it’ll go unnoticed, and maybe only Mumbo will hear it. Mumbo definitely hears it, though. There’s no getting around Mumbo hearing it. Grian screams until his voice breaks under the strain, and then he just keeps screaming, strained and rasping — Mumbo works diligently, eyes blurring and hands trembling, forcing himself to focus on the work. Tear into strips, press down, wrap tight, pull spare string from his inventory to keep it fixed in place; it’s not enough fabric for the job, so he ends up sacrificing his shirt as well, repeating and repeating. Tear and wrap and tie, tear and wrap and tie. If the wounds were any deeper, he realizes, none of this would make a difference; they’re fresh out of potions, and Mumbo certainly doesn’t know how to suture anything, and he’d really prefer not to learn how on Grian’s bleeding body. Doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that ends well.

So it’s lucky that the gashes are shallow enough to be effectively staunched. An ugly sight through all the blood, but survivable, at least for long enough to get ahold of more gold and nether wart.

Grian screams into the gag, tears streaming down the sides of his face, and Mumbo works until the work is done, tearing and wrapping and tying tight. When it’s done he sits back on his heels, breathing heavily.

He realizes that he’s crying, too.

Grian’s screams taper off into quiet sobbing. He doesn’t move — just lies on the red-stained wooden floor, head turned to the side, arms laid limp at his sides. He twitches and shudders as he cries, and Mumbo — Mumbo really wants to kill something.

He wants to kill people, actually — people with names that he vividly remembers, with player tags that had glowed bright against the night sky as they swung blades across Grian’s stomach, laughing — and maybe he doesn’t want it to stick , but he does want to kill them. Painfully. (He’s not got his middle name for nothing.)

That’s later, though. Right now there’s just this. There is his Grian, shuddering and crying on the floor; there is this slipshod wooden house, hastily thrown up for protection, just a few blocks across in either direction; there is a pair of beds in one corner, a crafting table and furnace in another. Mumbo takes a breath, and he gets back on his feet. Work to be done still. This is far from over.

“Here, mate,” he says gently when he returns to Grian’s side, cooked pork from the furnace in his off-hand. This is when he realizes, belatedly, that he hasn’t removed the gag yet. His heart stutters in his chest, guilt surging up his throat, and he drops to his knees at Grian’s side — ow , that’ll bruise.

He pulls it out slowly, afraid of — of hurting Grian’s jaw somehow, and Grian coughs once it’s gone, heaving in air and hacking, punctuated by weak sobs.

“M’mbo,” he manages between sobs, voice garbled, and Mumbo lurches forward in response, cupping Grian’s face with one hand.

“I’m here,” he says. “I’m right — right here. It’s alright. I’ve, ah, I’ve got — I’ll give you a minute, and then I’ve got some food. You need to eat something.”

Grian doesn’t respond. He shifts slightly, whimpering with the effort, and rests his head firmly against Mumbo’s knee, and Mumbo’s heart does something terrible and melty-soft and painful.

“I’m here,” he repeats, softer still.

It’s a slow process, but Grian manages to choke a few pork chops down with moderate assistance. That’ll help, Mumbo thinks, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. Now there’s just the matter of getting them both to bed. He — he gives himself a minute, first. He’s not quite ready for that bit yet.

Just — a second. To sit here.

Mumbo is not a weak man by any stretch, but he is downright exhausted. Carrying Grian is one thing; getting him up off the floor without wrecking his own back is another, and doing it gently sounds impossible.

He brushes one hand over Grian’s forehead, thumbing over the skin there, sweeping sandy-brown bangs back. His crying has quieted, but it hasn’t stopped, evident by the wet spot on the knee of Mumbo’s slacks.

“This might hurt,” he says quietly. “I — I know it’s all hurt, so far, really. Just this last bit, then you can sleep. You’re a — a real champ. Getting through all this. You know that? Not dying on me — really appreciate that one. Don’t know what I’d do if you died, to be completely honest with you.”

It’s not completely honest at all. Mumbo knows exactly what he’d do. He doubts he'd survive it, and he doubts it would matter.

He cards a hand through Grian’s hair, soft and slow, and Grian leans into the touch, though he doesn’t respond aloud. Mumbo wonders how awake he is. His eyes are closed, but his brow is furrowed, face far from relaxed, and he’s still whimpering every few seconds.

“Right,” Mumbo says to himself.

There are things he knows about himself now that he didn’t this morning. When he picks Grian up it will probably hurt, and he will probably make hurt sounds, and it will be very awful, but Mumbo will see it through. Not without flinching, but he’ll see it through. And that’s what he does: Grian cries out weakly as he’s moved, and it easily makes the list of the top five worst sounds Mumbo has ever heard, and he definitely does flinch, but he sees it through. He gets Grian to bed, tucks him in and settles in beside him. There’s still a little left to do before sleeping for the night — he pulls out a piece of paper from the stack in his inventory, and he spends a few minutes writing a messy list with a crumb of charcoal from his pocket.

He reads it over a couple of times, coming to grips with its contents, and then sets it aside.

A few more minutes pass, and Mumbo notes with some annoyance that he has not fallen asleep.

“Big day ahead,” he says, mostly to himself. He’s staring at the wood wall opposite the beds. “Good job that you’re asleep, you’ll need all that strength. Not a good job of me at all, being awake. There’ll be lots to do. We’ve got to get supplies for potions — goodness, I have no idea how I’m going to accomplish that, since you’ll definitely be staying here.”

At some point Grian has rolled over and, firmly as before, tucked himself into Mumbo’s side. Mumbo shifts slightly — wincing when it earns a tiny whimper — and settles his arm around Grian’s shoulders. His heart does the soft melty thing again when Grian relaxes further into him. He goes on rambling for a little while longer, until finally he feels the familiar tug of sleep, his eyelids growing heavy.

For a moment he is alright. There is only this room, and Mumbo and Grian inside of it, tucked against each other and under wool covers, the world locked firmly outside of four wood walls. It will be sturdy enough, and they’ll be safe for one night. Everything else will come after that.

Mumbo rests his nose in Grian’s hair, and he lets himself stop thinking about tomorrow.

#MY FEBUWHUMP QUEST CONTINUES #its 5am #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitblr #waffle duo #mumbo jumbo #grian #i decided to post the full text on tumblr this time #see how that does

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a-sociopath-do-your-research · 3 months

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VOTED O7 (although i would have done it anyway heheheh)

anyways idk what kind of stuff u prefer to write but either some rendoc or something season8!grumbo (yanno when mumbo ate his soul to preserve his humanity. that was fun) would b very cool <333

OK SO YOU ARE IN LUCK! have this little thing taken from one of my fics!!

Some season 8!Grumbo for your… soul :)

(ain't exactly very shippy cause at this point in time in the fic they're not together yet! Sorry! I'll try doing some rendoc too<3)

Remember, reblogs>likes

«"… By signing this you agree to me harvesting your… Soul? In an attempt to become human again,"» Grian read from the small print. «Why aren't you human?»

« Grian. Look at me. » Mumbo said to the other, looking at him through the glass.

He took off his mask, revealing his pig-like face.

« That's weird… » Grian said, as if it wasn't obvious already. « But…? Was that supposed to explain anything?»

Mumbo sighed, « Ok, you can't get there on your own, I overestimated you. » Grian let out an offended gasp as Mumbo smiled a bit.

« I'm a shapeshifter. » Mumbo said, avoiding the other's eyes.

Shapeshifters were usually accepted… but not the ones like him.

« Oh… » Grian said, quietly.

That was it, wasn't it? Grain was gonna be scared or disgusted - he didn't know which he'd prefer.

« Makes sense. You're one of the ones without souls right? » Grian said, calmly, as Mumbo looked up, hearing shuffling.

Grian was sitting on the ground, with his legs crossed.

He didn't seem upset.

Grian motioned for him to sit as well, and after a moment of hesitation, he did.

« So? »

Mumbo gave him a quick nod to answer his question.

« Hm, I wonder how I missed it? » Grain said, with his usual mischievous smile.

Mumbo would usually get out seeing that grin, knowing it meant trouble, but considering what could've been he was overjoyed seeing it.

« I'm good at keeping it a secret. » Mumbo answered, trying to stay positive.

« You can't control your shifting, right? » Grian asked, taking off his Elytra And pulling off his sweater, revealing his wings.

Mumbo hated how thin he was. He wasn't healthy and he hated not being able to help.

« Yes and no, As long as I don't eat too much of the same thing I don't shift… » He trailed off. He had been eating the same thing for the whole season.

« Do you know why you can't control it? » Grian asked, tilting his head.

Mumbo just shrugged « I was just born unlucky, there's no reason. »

« Wrong. » Grian said, humming a bit.

Mumbo tilted his head « What? »

« You're wrong. There is a reason. » Grian said, with a smile, and brought a hand to his chest, and motioned to grab something. He slowly moved it away, and cupped his hands, showing Mumbo whatever appeared in his hand.

It looked like a wisp sphere, glowing with a sky blue light, with small wings and a halo, both glowing with a light purple that melted with the other color.

Mumbo had never seen something so beautiful.

« Do you know what this is? » Grian asked, quietly, looking at the thing in his hand with a soft smile.

Mumbo shook his head.

« It's an old trick someone I once knew taught me, » Grian said, then looked up, holding it out to Mumbo « It's my soul. » he said, and the words echoed through Mumbo's mind.

He clenched his chest.

He knew he'd never have something like that.

« This little thing - or better, the lack of it - is why you can't control when you shift. » Grain explained, holding his soul close to his chest again, he cupped it like you'd do with a flame. « I'm not good at explaining, we both know that. But… I want to help you. » He said, and gripped the soul. His expression shifted,looking a bit pained.

« Grian, what are you doing… » Mumbo whispered, as he started getting up, not liking where this was going.

« I know you didn't really mean it when you said you wanted my soul. You wanted my help to turn you back. » Grian said, smiling wider now « And this is how I'm gonna do it! » He pulled at the wings.

Next thing Mumbo knew, he was thrown against a wall, and there was a blast of light.

When he looked up, Grian was on the other end of the room, leaning against the opposite wall holding…

Two halves of his own soul.

He looked up at Mumbo, with that stupid smile he always had.

Mumbo rushed towards him, breaking the glass that was between them.

Grian had gotten even paler than usual.

His legs gave in, and he sat down. « This should do… » he whispered, holding out one of the two halves « I can shift a little bit. A half should let you keep your powers but let you control them. »

« Grian, what?!- » Mumbo hissed, not accepting it.

« Mumbo, take it. » Grian insisted, yelping when Mumbo pushed his hand back « Don't do that! They'll fuse back together and I don't think I could handle it breaking again! » He said, doing his best to keep the two halves apart.

Mumbo just… stared. « Grian, you know I'm always up for crazy things but… I can't do this… » He murmured.

Grain took his hand, and placed one half in it, « You gotta, cause I'm not taking it back. » Grian said stubbornly, and moved the half he still had next to his chest. It disappeared again.

Mumbo moved the one in his hand closer, just to look at it.

The halo had stayed with Grian's half, but it had one wing.

Grian smiled « Come on, it's yours now. » He murmured.

Mumbo closed his eyes, and pressed it against his chest like he just saw Grian do.

It was a weird feeling. He shifted back to human, as usual, but it was… different, somehow.

A good different, but nothing like it had ever been before.

Grain chirped - as he often did - but he… understood him?

« Change! »

« I'm sorry? » He whispered, confused.

Grian ignored him. « You've changed! You don't look like usual! » He said.

« I- Grain? » Mumbo fiddled with his sleeves, « I think I understood that chirp… »

Grain blinked, then chirped again and tackled him in a hug.

« Yes! »

Grian started purring « Yes! You're flock! You can understand me too now! » He said, squeezing him.

« Geez- for having lost half a soul you're still pretty strong. » Mumbo said, smiling, and pet him on the head.

« Don't you get it?? You understand my flock! »

Mumbo smiled « I'm assuming it's good? »

Grain purred again « It's really good! I never thought it was possible but now- »

He put his forehead against the other, still smiling, and chirped again.

« You're family now! »

#grian #hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #grumbo #hermit shipping #waffle duo #hermitshipping #hermitcraft season 8 #my writing #YOU DONT GET IT all the little things in this #i could rant about my choice of wording for a long time #like how Grian explained some things.#how Mumbo talked #jshdhshsn everything has at least 2 layers you can't see at first glance

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cactuupng · 1 year

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two birds on a wire

#mumbo jumbo fanart #grian fanart #waffle duo #hermitblr #cactuu art #i miss them #its angst time boys

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teshiee · 2 years

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day 1 - moon

#hermittober #hermittober 2022 #waffle duo #absolutely rushed #didnt even try lol #how do people keep up with this #well its not like that matters anyway #im a whopping 4 days late lol #okay bed time snork mimimimimi

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logosbot-tm · 1 year

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I still get whiplash when I see #waffle duo, I have to spend 10 minutes rebooting my brain before I can comprehend what it means

💃

(It's a cool duo name, I'm just stupid and easily confused)

#mumbo jumbo #in my heart it's called buildstone #grian #waffle duo #grian hermitcraft #mumbo hermitcraft #hermitblr #the funny part is that they've straight up used grumbo as their duo name and part of me sees that as both their duo name and their shipname #is the waffle duo a thing new fans that used to be dsmp fans is using or is it everyone?#like i know it's a reference to s8 #but i haven't seen it be used this much until the past few months and before that I only really saw dsmp fans using #each time i see it i feel ancient

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mintxtimes · 10 months

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The One in the Mirror

Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life Series

Rated: Teen and Up

Characters: Grian, Mumbo, PearlescentMoon, Xisumavoid, Iskall85, Docm77, GoodTimesWithScar, ZombieCleo

Relationships: Mumbo/Grian

Tags: Major Character Death, Pretty much all hermits either cameo or are mentioned, same with the life series cast, character death subverted, Angst Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, imposter syndrome, Identity Issues, Trauma, Found Family, no beta we die like jack skelebone I, tags may be added or changes as story progresses

Summary

He had everything Grian wanted, and he couldn’t help but feel this burning envy at the irony of this. To have all of this flaunted and shoved in his face. To be shoved into shoes that Grian could never feel, despite fitting perfectly in them. To know that in some other universe, another him, another Grian, had everything.

#hermitblr #grumbo #hermitshipping #grian #mumbo #hermitcraft fanfic #waffles duo #reposting since ao3 went down RIGHT as i posted it the first time lol #hope these tags are ok ;;

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dragonflavoredcake · 1 year

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Grian: Guys, noodle time! Mumbo: Noodle time? Scar: Noodle time! Scar, Grian, and Mumbo: NOODLE TIME! NOODLE TIME! NOODLE TIME! Xisuma, watching: What . . . ? Cub, shrugging: It's their noodle time.

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go-learn-esperanto · 1 year

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I have such a love hate relationship with duo names and I'm such a hypocrite about it.

#every time I see “waffle duo” I take +10 psychic damage #mcyt

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duckimate · 1 month

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GRUMBO WEEK DAY 3 - " Nightmare " @grumboweek

"read more" at your own discretion. messy+wordy explanation of the concept coming:) .

pardon me for being late but i really couldn't stand leaving this looking unfinished so. had to spend a bittt more time on it (might even post for grumbo week even after the event's over if thats okay!!)

we all got over the progression from their friendship to their betrayal of eachother in Last Life too soon. i need people to mourn with me

"Nightmare" made my mind immediately jump to the series that waffle duo really got their share of angst from, Last Life. How an unbreakable bond of friendship strengthened by literally passing eachother something as valuable as a life so quickly crumbled into them both betraying eachother in the end, a Nightmare scenario that the two of them would've never even considered for sure. even grian, who upon turning red was still clinging onto the hope that their bond was so strong that mumbo would join him as a redname. (concept) even red mumbo, who in his last ditch desperation tried reigniting post-red yellow life grian's humanity by giving him the spyglass, the southlander's physical embodiment of their friendship, only for grian to crush it mercilessly ,,,,,,,,,

anyway for this piece i tried real hard to cram in as much symbolism and imagery and intent behind my lines and colors as possible, so heres some of it! (theres more but thats on you to figure out!)

Composition + just some of the details : the main concept that i really wanted to drive home is the use of the SPYGLASS as symbolism for the progression of their bond throughout Last life, up until the end. yellow-side grian holds up a spyglass, looking towards the right

day4 past and future concepts ahead the spyglass extends through the past to the present, like a solid line of sight into the future before its unfortunately crushed by red-side grian (him shutting down any friendship or reconciliation from mumbo) mumbo, back against the future, faced twoards the past, reaching his spyglass out looking for who his friend was, only to see a cracked figure of him staring back grian, faced towards the future in both drawings, but also looking back at mumbo, with different emotions but both with the same desire to move forward, one with adoration and another with the desire to move on from mumbo's dead body and focus on self-preservation. he knew he had to move on, and he was right.

SOUTHLANDERS BADGE: mostly for visual interest! but also unlike the spyglass, is an unremovable physical reminder for post-red grian (literally lodged deep into his shoulder)

CLIPPED WINGS: i felt like i had to mention that they're supposed to look clipped in the second drawing:) "HE NEEDS TO LEARN" was a real quote that was directed at both jimmy and mumbo, but we gotta adapt pfft ,,, this post is long. LOng long. i should stop. special SPECIAL thanks to my dearest @justrelaxhere for their hours worth of dissection of my drawing! god i could always count on them to squeeze every drop of symbolism out of my work. without them i wouldn'tve been able to fully articulate my ideas! okay thanks for reading people:D

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inspiringimarah · 11 months

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update** all mods should be good now 🥰

I am keeping an eye on the Scarlet's Realm list so I will continue to update the list and with any new mods I add to my game 💕💕

overrides

Refreshed Main Menu - mine is Glade

Urban Erotica (functional books)

No Tune After Loading

Nap Replacement Mod

Restaurant Default Menu

MyxDoll Fenty Beauty Override

HighSchool Years Textbook Override

Toothbrush override by dsco

Paintbrush Override

The Ultimate Default Underwear Collection by vixonspixels

Paired Selfie (in game photo overrides)

iPhone 12 Override OR H&B Smartphone Override (ONLY CHOOSE ONE)

UNO Card Replacement

Photo replacements (in game)

Pink Build Buy UI

Black Sitcom TV Overrides

San Sequoia Bridge Override

Realistic TV Mod (Reality TV)

Realistic Phone Icons (multiple available on CoCo Games patreon)

Phone Wallpaper Kit OR Phone Wallpaper Override (only pick one)

Control Any Sim

San Myshuno Billboards

PC Game Overrides

CocoGames Video Game Bundle

Starbucks on Campus

My Wedding Stories Engagement Ring Recolours

Stand Still in CAS Poses

Hidden Highlight

Functional Airpods

Hello Kitty Infant Seat

The Missing Plumbob

No zzz (when sim is sleeping)

Towel After Shower

Functional PS5

Black Art Painting Mod

The Sims 2 Font or Life is Strange Font (only pick one)

Gallery Poses (female)

Gallery Poses (male)

Gallery Poses (couple or duo)

Take Off Shoes With Animation

Stop Random Accessories on Townies

Parenthood Recolour - link is at the bottom of the thread

lighting

check my updated lighting mod list here

cas & loading screen

CAS background

Loading Screen Plumbob Replacement OR by pinkishwrld

Minimalist CC Wrench Override

More CAS Columns (I use 5)

Map Replacements Overhaul

I alternate my CAS backgrounds so see below for my fave creators:

- MeekGames

- Ellcrze

- LadySimmer

- SlimmazSimz

- Essemelle

- BougieChloe

- SierraTheSimmer

- Xurelia

- DonavinGames

- NeriSims

food

Somik & Severinka (I use the Realistic Cooking Mod & all others they have)

ONI Custom Food

QMBIBI Stirring the Pot

QMBIBI Thee Kitchen Tablet

Functional Breakfast Cereals

Airfryer

Waffle Maker

Pressure Cooker

gameplay

misc

Computer Side Gigs

Kuttoe Mini Mods: Small Additions

Bed Cuddle

Carry & Kiss

Longer Parties & More Guests

Functional Magazines

Better Social Media Sponsorships

Higher Lifestyle Brand Payouts

QMBIBI Skincare Mod

QMBIBI Express Delivery

QMBIBI BabyCare Overhaul

Online Skills

It’s Movie Time

BabyCare Mod

Basemental Drugs

Basemental Gangs

Celebrate Adoption

Sip & Paint Event

Luxury Real Estate Career

Recipe Notebook

Functional Selfcare Set

Sulani Events Calendar and Flyer

Functional Personal Care Products

Go For A Jog... Together

Morning Routine

Everyone Can Sleep Together

Spa Day Face Masks From Mirrors

Pole Dance Mod

Online Apprenticeships

Turn the TV on

Ask For Money

UI Cheats

MC Command Center

Self Manicure & Pedicure

Make Functional Perfumes

Shear Brilliance - Active Hairstylist Career

Cute Romance

LOT 51

- Ring Doorbell

- Dust Buster

- Plumbros (heating, plumbing & cooling)

- Alarm Clock

- Simlink (wifi)

High School Years

Fashion Authority KimbaSprite has a tutorial on this mod here

More Classmates

Adeepinigo

I have many mods by this creator, check out their website here

Lumpinou

There is an index on Lumpinou’s Patreon with all the below mods listed, see here

- LGBTQIA+

- Memory Panel Mod

- Open Love Life

- RPO Collection “Realistic & Pregancy Overhaul”

- Science Baby Tweak

PandaSama Childbirth

SimRealist

- Mortem

- Real Estate

- Private Practice

- Sim National Bank

- Sim National Bank Bills

- Sim National Bank Financial Center

SimWithShan

- Cyber Teacher Career

- Homebody Prefences

- Housewife Aspiration

pose player mods (for in game photos)

- Andrew Poseplayer

- Teleport Any Sim

Go to creators for poses & animations:

- KatVerse

- King Black Cinema

- Frxsk0sims

- helgatisha

- AfroSimtricSims

- Gawdly Games

- Hardswae

- Maysbat

- TS4 Poses (tumblr blog)

♡

#the sims 4 #the sims 4 mods #sims 4 mods #ts4 #ts4mods

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songmingisthighs · 27 days

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Wanbelyn

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ch. lxx - good girl

neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader

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where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

At this point, you found yourself in somewhat of a choreographed dance with the father and son duo manoeuvring the child in question. Usually, you would have to move quickly between taking Kijoong's things out of the car and making sure that he wouldn't make a run for it, even going as far as installing a car seat, iPad holder, and small containers of cereal and snacks, effectively turning your car into a mom car. Now, you simply needed to focus on Kijoong because Hongjoong would instinctively take your bag and any of Kijoong's belongings with him. Then, the two of you would basically lock Kijoong's hands in each of yours and making sure that Kijoong wouldn't have any means of escaping or running away as your bodies would block his sides.

You both call it "inmate transfer" and others pointed out that it's actually called "the family hold". You both were confident that "inmate transfer" is correct.

"I think I stuffed myself stupid," Hongjoong huffed, taking a moment to readjust his pants before resuming the walk back to the elevator from his dedicated parking spot. You couldn't help but snicker in amusement at the way he was so comfortable with you, totally different from the person you first knew less than three months ago. "I told you not to get a second plate, Joong, this is all on you," you teased which caused Kijoong to chirp, "Yeah, Joong," he teased, sticking his tongue out at his dad. Hongjoong squinted his eyes at the two of you, "Hey, I finished my main course, I EARN that dessert. And you had some, (y/n), you can't talk shit about my decision," he huffed before crouching down to Kijoong's height, "And that's daddy to you, mister," he said, poking Kijoong's nose.

Teasingly, you raised an eyebrow at Hongjoong, "You asked me to spend my day off with you and Kijoong, I think I reserve the right to call you out for eating a plate of two waffles drenched in maple syrup and ice cream after finishing a whole ass pasta by yourself. And while we're on the subject, who eats carbonara at 10 am?" "Yeah, Joong, who?" Kijoong teased again, this time drawling to poke fun at his dad even more. "A hungry man using food as a reward for a week of hard work," he said in a mocking tone, causing you to raise an eyebrow, "So is this your way of telling me that I've done a good job?" you teased.

"Do you think you've done a good job?"

Suddenly there was a wave of seriousness over the two of you (Kijoong was blissfully unaware, of course, what with kicking pebbles around as he held onto your hands). You momentarily stop in your steps to look at Hongjoong, "What?" Hongjoong stopped in his tracks as well to look back at you, "Do you think you've done a good job so far? Are you satisfied? Are you happy working here?" Already had a feeling that the discussion was coming, you wasted no time in going straight to the point, "Is this about my employment ending?" Hongjoong was kind of glad that you brought it up first as he didn't really know how to say those exact words (In all honesty, Hongjoong didn't know how to say a lot of things to you but one conversation at a time). "Kind of, yeah," Hongjoong confirmed.

For a moment, you pursed your lips and resorted to continuing your walk to the elevator as Kijoong, still in his own world, tried to get you to kick the pebbles with him.

Feeling obligated to explain, Hongjoong opened his mouth again, "I should clarify, I'm not asking you because I'm reviewing your work or anything. In fact, I just want to know if you're happy which I think is the biggest factor in sticking with a job." You could tell that he was trying his best to not be confrontational and your lack of answer would soon make him cry. "Good because if that was your way of firing me after all that we have been through, I would be so pissed, I'd actually give Kijoong back his toy gun." Hearing his name and toy, Kijoong perked up and started jumping excitedly, "MY GUN!?" he exclaimed, hopeful but you immediately shot it down, patting his head with your free hand, "No sweetie, and please don't interrupt your daddy and I are talking."

Relieved, Hongjoong chuckled and shook his head, "At this point, it would make more sense if you leave in the middle of the night and move away to Antarctica or something. But I know you wouldn't," "Hey, I might," you pointed out, rolling your eyes, "Push my buttons enough times and I'll pull a disappearing act so fantastic, it would get Best Performance award at the Grammys or something." Hongjoong's eyes widened, thinking that you were serious, "What, you mean to tell me that you'd consider leaving us?" there was a slight panic in his voice that made you crack out rather loudly, "Oh my God, Joong, calm down! I was just joking! You know I love working with you and I'll be honest, I'm kind of attached to the cutie pies of apartment 801 so it would take a lot for me to not want to continue working with you," you said lightheartedly, pinching Kijoong's cheek affectionately.

It was only when you both stepped inside the elevator that Hongjoong realized what you just said. "Wait, did you just say 'cuties'? As in plural?" Confusedly, you raised an eyebrow at him, "Um, yeah? Why do you think I keep feeding you? You're basically Kijoong-sized XL and I love the boy to bits," this time, you couldn't help but scoop Kijoong into your arms and blew a raspberry on his cheek, making him giggle from the ticklish feeling. There was a mix of feelings that surged through Hongjoong's body and he couldn't pinpoint on the cause as the giddiness was so palpable he could taste it at the tip of his tongue. The sheer feeling rendered him speechless and he could only find his voice when the elevator door opened and the three of you stepped out.

"So... You love me?"

In all fairness, Hongjoong meant that as a joke. Or so he said. He so totally doesn't lowkey hope that you'd say yes. But he was totally expecting you to roll your eyes and call him stupid.

The last thing he expected was for you to step closer to him, nudge his hip with yours and grin, "What do you think, Joong? What do your own feelings tell you?"

A sudden wave of excitement-induced nausea washed over Hongjoong, his body forcing his brain to prepare to have the talk. The one talk he knew he had to have with you considering the revelation he made (through Seonghwa pointing it out but he was not about to give his friend the credit).

You saw that his brain was trying to connect the dots and it was entertaining, to say the least. But at that moment, it dawned on you that you had just opened the door to a conversation you had only planned to have but even that plan was not solid. So to feign being coy, you took quick steps to get to Hongjoong's apartment first. "Hey!" Hongjoong exclaimed when he realized that you had taken off on him and he followed suit. While the distance from the elevator to this unit was not long, he caught up with you quick but it was because you had stopped in your tracks in the middle of the hallway, eyes trailed forward which caused him to look in the same direction.

It was like seeing a ghost. Well, a ghost from his past. Because out of all the moments in the timeline of his life, he would never have expected to see the person he was seeing. Not after what happened in the past.

"Minhee?" he called out.

Minhee, his ex, pushed her body off of the door and smiled gently, eyes looking over to Hongjoong before it settled on you and then on the boy who looked at her confusedly, not knowing who she was but he was intuitive enough to sense that there was something going on. You took notice of this when Kijoong suddenly turned around and clung on your body, refusing to look at his birth mother.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at her. She looked like the pictures you had caught glimpses of when you were cleaning but... Happier. She looked pretty and well-kept, exactly like how a young lady from a respected family should what with her all-white get-up and expensive bag. The nasty side of your brain immediately made comparisons and you came to the conclusion that you and her were vastly different and though momentarily, the thought of her being the kind of person that made Hongjoong commit flashed, leaving a nasty remnant that felt itchy.

"Well, aren't you going to let an old friend in?" she smiled.

Hell, even her voice sounded nice.

How were you going to fare?

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