#mumbo x reader

You thought Mumbo was finally safe. For the last few weeks, you’ve followed him like a shadow, dark wings and hood obscuring your face like a damned shade. Most people haven’t chanced a hit at Mumbo, not after Jimmy’s stunt and your subsequent presence. Thankfully, that’s given you the chance to parse out the competition, the dark green names and their hideouts, your neighbors, above and below. From the distance, wild shades of pink fly in the air. Lizzie’s set of lives calls to you from your place atop the highest of Mumbo’s bridges.

You hear him sit beside you, but don’t manage a word; there’s a silent type of dread in the air, the type you’re afraid to speak into existence. He looks you over, and despite all the unease, the sweet smile on his face drips through the cracks of your tough facade. You recognize it now, the emotion. Terror.

“We need to get you another life.” The only thing you can get to leave your mouth is the obvious. You steady your trembling fingers at your side before encasing his hand. It’s gentle in a way you’re not experienced in being.

“We will. We’ve got my mace. From here on, it’s smooth sailing.” His eyes crinkle, and his goofy mustache draws upward from his smirk. 

“You can take one of mine.” The phrase leaves you before you can word it in a less desperate way. The warmth from Mumbo’s hand only partially eases the chilling anxiety that races through your veins. He looks at you and can only frown. “Get another kill with the mace, and you’ll be back to green. Besides, if anyone here should try their hand at fighting, I think I’m our best bet.” Silence follows.

“No. I- Genuinely, I don’t think I can do that.” He says it, laughing almost. Like the thought of sacrificing yourself for him is some unthinkable deed. 

“Alright... I’ll help you get your kill, then.” This is your promise, and it weighs so much heavier on his shoulders than it should. It’s new, this type of arrangement. He could only recall being taken seriously through faint memories of another life, even then surfacing only in death.

He rests his head against your shoulder, and you pretend not to cave into docility, your gaze still like a hawk’s, following the rats below.

The next day, preparations start early and eat into another evening. As the air cools with the sun’s descent through the horizon, you trail your friends from above. Grian talks casually with Etho and BigB, but he often glances up at Mumbo upon the wall, betraying his unease. No one suspects your dark form in the pitch black sky above until a trivia bot glides down and you dash behind the taller cobble pillar with Mumbo. 

“I can’t hit anyone from here.” He checks around the corner and down into the commotion. An idea strikes you and paints a mischievous grin on your face.

“I can help with that.” You suddenly yank him into the air from under his armpits and hover over the clearing. Mumbo goes limp in your hands but then tightens his grip on the mace once again. A green heart glints from a speck on the ground, and with a nod from Mumbo, you let go. 

A bone-breaking crunch reverberates as you hear your friend’s victory cries. You zoom out to join them through the castle’s front gates as the others yell out in shock. Mumbo runs for his life, but even in the chaos, you clearly see his heart stay the same forsaken yellow.

With a glance behind you, the terrible realization catches up. Gem’s body. You dropped him in the wrong spot.

The entire way home is spent in an even worse silence than before. Mumbo laughs it off, but your mind can picture it so clearly now. His own body, bloodied and cold. 

You begin fervently building the tower alongside Grian. Its threatening presence is a small reprise from the vulnerability of defeat. You run your fingers along the cool deepslate and look out onto the meeting room.

Skizz and Mumbo are messing with a trivia bot, pushing him around while he boops and bleeps. Scar makes his way down the mountain, obviously up to no good, and steals Skizz’s bot. He rows off the platform in his little wooden boat, and you scoff at the absurdity. Mumbo looks up at you, and it only takes a second to send you both into laughter. Skizz drops into the water below after Scar before Grian can yell out a coherent answer to his bot’s question.

You can’t really believe it when you feel levity in the air. The sun begins setting one last time, but you, Grian and Mumbo, move around the tower, now turned turret, and make shots at the people on the ground. It’s incredible how a killing machine can inspire such giddiness, but finally, there is hope. There’s more than hope. This thing is bound to kill someone at one point. Its range and the recklessness of the teams in traversing the mountain assure you that if not green, Mumbo will go back to a healthy yellow. 

Faraway cries draw your attention back downward as a massive group stands right in the traps danger zone. Your eyes shine with wonder as you turn back and face Mumbo. He takes a step back hesitantly, and Grian questions him without losing sight of Gem, ominously standing in the middle of a past crater.

“Jimmy’s there as well.” Shit. Restlessness returns to your stance as the perfect chances make their way up the cherry wood stairs and leave range one by one. 

Instinct drives you to fly into the air. Straight up into the cloudy, dark sky, leaving a gust of wind in your wake. Mumbo looks up at you with furrowed brows before you dive toward the crowd. Like a bullet, piercing the space between you both, your arms quickly wrap around Jimmy. The others present jump back in surprise as you take off just as quickly as you arrived. Eyes focusing on those pink braids, you brutally knock Jimmy’s flailing body into Lizzie. She stumbles into a puffer fish trap, giving you all the time you need to safely get Jimmy into the air, outside the blast radius.

The sun begins to rise behind the turret; time seems to slow. Grian woops and yells from the tower’s parapets. He eyes you with mirth in his pupils; they dilate as he places the explosive minecart, and Mumbo sends it chasing its own tail to power up. Lizzie has decided to go for the worst course of action and climb back down into the dead center of the craters from past failed attempts. 

Your wings are heavy as you fly overhead while Jimmy continues to struggle in your grasp. He doesn’t seem to have a sword, and the blunt cobble he uses to scratch your talons is only secondary to the relief of Mumbo’s eventual kill. 

He smiles, wider than you’ve ever seen him, and in a single distracted moment, Jimmy manages to land a hit to your wings. You yell, more from surprise than hurt, and catch a glimpse of Mumbo pulling out a bow and arrow, taking the stance to shoot, putting his foot back just barely on top of the powered track. 

“Oh goodness!” He cried, slapping a hand onto his neck as something bit him. He had been dazed as he walked, but he was surprised when he slapped onto nothing. Something had definitely bit him, but nothing was there. He spun around quickly, brows furrowed as he looked for a culprit. “O-Oh?” He hesitated, thinking he made the entire situation up. It wouldn’t be the first time hallucinating something with how awful his sleep schedule had been.

He thumbed at where his skin thrumbed with a dull pain, he could feel it. Two holes and smaller indentations around those two holes. He could feel it. Surely he wasn’t making that up? The lack of sleep would not have been that bad, surely. He couldn’t have just imagined the bite on his neck.

A sense of nausea built up in him as he walked back to his base, massaging the sore wound. Confusion nipped at him as his eyes started to feel heavy. He felt tired. Well, he had been tired for weeks. But he felt… drained. More drained than he had ever felt. Even though it was fully sunny out, he entered his base. His eyes hurt from the lights, so he flipped the lights off. Despite the darkness he now faced, he could see almost better now. Brushing it off, he trailed to his bed, collapsing onto it, hoping to sleep off whatever had happened.

Mumbo woke the next day with his neck still thumbing lightly. He tapped it with his fingers only to sit up quickly when he noticed, what seemed to be, veins pulling at his skin. He faced his mirror. He blinked. “Blimey, there's- there's no way!” He stuttered over himself as he rubbed his eyes. But, his vision was not the issue. The issue was that he wasn't in the mirror.

He laughed almost deliriously as he tapped on the glass, looking at it from all sides. No matter where he looked, there was no reflection. This must be a dream. He reasoned after a moment of brief hysteria. Of course! What else would it be?

His base’s door opened and his light turned on. He hissed. Hissed? He blinked roughly as the light burned his eyes. “Turn it off, mate, please?” He called out to whoever had entered his home. He heard footsteps returning to the door before the light got flipped off. He sighed in relief as he blinked and his eyes became less watery.

“You alright, Mumbo?” Scar’s voice rang through the building. “You seem a bit tense.” Mumbo sighed, turning to face Scar. He went to speak, but Scar’s face turned a bit shocked and he narrowed his eyes, “Hey, friend, have you been sleeping? You’re really pale. And your eyes are bloodshot.”

Mumbo’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean?” Scar went to respond, but his eyes trailed backwards until his gaze hit the mirror. His eyes widened and he stared at the mirror. “What are you looking at?”

“Do you have a trick mirror?”

Mumbo frowned in response, a bit of panic seeping into his chest as he spun around to face the mirror. “I’m not there, yeah?! It’s weird. I don’t know. I think someone must have switched it out-” His words died in his chest as Scar appeared in the mirror. “What? That’s not- That’s not possible-”

Scar eyed the mirror before looking back at Mumbo, who’s eyes were still searching for his reflection. “Is it a trick of the light or-” His breath hilted in his chest. “Mumbo, buddy, did you get bit by something? You have a large welt on your neck.” He moved his hand over to look at the mark, “It looks like… Did you get bit by a vampire or something?”

“A vampire?! What, no, no, those aren’t- those aren’t real-” He tried to say, wiping his eyes over and over to try to see something in the mirror. 

Scar thought for a moment before grabbing his shoulder, pushing him towards the door, “Look, step outside, see how you react.”

Mumbo scoffed, “Scar, I don’t- I don’t think that’s gonna prove anything-” He muttered before Scar paused at the door frame.

“Humour me.”

Scar opened the door and pushed him out. An inhuman screech left Mumbo as his entire body erupted in pain. He hissed as Scar pulled him back inside, face the same pale as Mumbo’s. Mumbo swallowed thickly as his skin almost bubbled from the exposure to the sun.

“Okay, so I think you are a vampire.” Scar mumbled as Mumbo found a seat. He breathed thickly, on the edge of panicking. “Wait, this could be good! This- It could be a good thing!”

“Scar, how would this possibly be a good thing?”

Scar hesitated before speaking, “You can see him again.”

Mumbo fell quiet. It was true. He could see you again. It would be just like old times except… he would be able to stay with you. The night would be for them. They could finally be together. Like he always wanted them to be. But at the same time, what about everyone else? All his friends?

Scar sighed softly, “Hey, you’ll figure it all out. We all will. For now, just chill out here until it gets dark outside, then you can go see Y/N.”

He nodded absentmindedly, trailing off to his bed. He collapsed into the cushions. It took a few moments for Scar to waddle out of the base, leaving the door with a soft sigh as if he was mulling over something in his mind. Despite the raging thoughts in his mind, Mumbo found his consciousness fading into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was dark outside. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the night sky, deep in thought. He wanted to see you, of course, but would you want to see him? You had broken up with him. And, while you reasoned it was because of his sleep habits, what if that was just an excuse? A way to let him down gently? He sighed, burying his face into his hands. It was now or never, he supposed. He urged himself to stand, his anxiety weighing him down as he swayed to his feet. Taking a shaky breath, he walked to the door of his base. He hesitated. Was he sure that it was the sun that had burnt him earlier? Mumbo's lip twitched as his hand subconsciously rubbed his arm, where the boils from earlier had begun to scar over. With another breath, he stepped out, clenching his eyes in fear of being burned. 

Nothing happened.

His eyes opened slowly, one at a time, and he glanced around him. He was fine. No burns, no boils, no blisters. He nearly laughed in relief as he spun around, staring at the moon in all of its greatness. Maybe he was actually a vampire? The thought was crazy but, at this point? All the evidence pointed to it.

He took his time walking to your base. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say to you. How would he explain that you were all he thought about? That you were the first person he wanted to see after learning of this new… thing he had going on? Would you even listen to him, hear him out? Would you accuse him of doing something stupid even though he had no meaning for this to happen?

Before he knew it, he was outside your base door. From the windows, he could see your silhouette flying around inside, the shadow breezing past the shudders. He held his breath at the prospect of seeing you again. He had longed for this moment ever since you had broken things off. All he wanted was you.

His fist came in contact with the door, knocking once, twice, thrice. He paused, waiting. Mumbo's mind raced with possibilities. Then, the door creaked open. There was a silence as you stared at him, the smile on your lips fading as you looked at him. Your eyes met. Neither of you said a word for a few quiet moments. The cicadas filled the silence, creating an ambience that didn't seem awkward but wasn't fully comfortable.

“You're awake.” Was the first thing you commented, “I figured you'd be asleep.”

“Yeah.” Was his reply. “I thought so too.”

The quiet between them was tough. It felt almost suffocating. “You… don't look alright. You seem pale, and your eyes are all red.” You said, swallowing thickly. “Are- Are you okay?”

He could tell you were wondering if you had the right to ask him that. He nodded slowly, “Yeah, I- I, uh, I think so. I,” He took a deep breath, “I want to talk to you.”

You stared at him, taking in his disheveled appearance before nodding slowly. You opened the door wider, motioning with your head for him to enter. He followed your invitation. You led him to your living room, sitting him down across from you. “So, what's wrong? Are you… sick?”

He laughed breathlessly, eying you, “You could say that.” He confessed. He glanced at his shoes, counting the amount of times his laces crossed before glancing back up, “I got, er, bit by something yesterday.”

“Oh?” You sounded intrigued, but Mumbo could tell it was just an attempt to humour him. His presence was as painful for you as yours was to him. “Like a wolf? A fox?”

“Not exactly. I… I don't know what it was, actually. I just know it… changed me.”

Your eyebrows raised, staring at him, “Changed? How so?” The unspoken question of why are you telling me? went unsaid, but he could tell it was on the tip of your tongue.

Mumbo paused. Would you believe him if he told you? Surely you would, right? You've never not believed him in the past. “I became a sort of vampire?” He said, his voice coming out as if he had asked a question. “I- I can't go in the sun anymore, or this happens.” He lifted his arm, flashing the sores there. You blinked, just now noticing the marks. Your eyes shone with concern that you didn't voice. “My eyes get really sensitive to lighting. I don't have a reflection in a mirror. I haven't tried garlic, but I have to say, I'm kinda nervous to do so.” He managed a small nervous chuckle.

Your eyes scanned his blistered skin, “Oh, Mumbo.” Your words came out so… caring. It was as if nothing had happened between the two of you at all. You moved from across from him to sit directly at his side, cradling one of his arms on your thighs. “I- Are you okay? Does it still hurt?”

Yes. It feels like I've got the chicken pox or something. “No, no, I don't- I don't feel it.”

“And- And this happened from just stepping in the sun?” He nodded. Your eyes shone with concern. “Oh, that's awful. I- How- How did this happen?” 

Wordlessly, he showed you the marks on his neck. While the irritated skin was less red and puffy, the small incisions were still noticeable to the untrained eye. 

“Oh my void.” You murmured, reaching to graze over the mark. He flinched, not from pain but from the unexpected touch. You darted your hand back, “Oh! I'm sorry.”

“No! No, you're- it's okay. Just- Just wasn't ready for it.” He reassured. You nodded slowly, your hand moving to graze his cheek. 

“Is this why you're so pale? Why your eyes are red and bloodshot? The dark bags under your eyes?”

While the dark bags were probably from the severe lack of sleep, he nodded, blaming it on the vampirism. “I wanted to see you. As soon as I realized that I had changed. I wanted to talk to you.”

You stared at him for a moment before speaking, your voice cracking with despair, “But- Why? I broke your heart, why would you want to see me?”

His hand moved to cup your cheek and he smiled bittersweet, “You just wanted to help me. It was the right call. But now- Now, we can be together again. Be happy again.”

You paused, staring at him for a moment before a tear slipped from your eye. You nodded as his thumb wiped away the salty water. “I love you. I haven't- I've barely slept since I broke things off. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About how much I missed you.” 

Shock on his face as he clearly looks you over

It’s clear he is concerned, and if you’re alone he will ask you about it

Stuff like if you’re okay, if you ever want to talk about it or if you need anything

If you reassure him you’re fine, he will totally dote on you after he is done being shocked

Will kiss your exposed scars and talk about how pretty or handsome you are to him

He will totally try to spend extra time with you, both because he learned a new thing about you that makes him love you even more but also because he is secretly making sure you’re totally okay

Even if you say you are, he would rather make sure

He will keep a little bit of a closer eye on everything you do and every little emotion you display just to keep himself sure you’re really okay

Either way he loves you how you are

Scar

This fool, this dumbass man

He cannot keep his mouth shut at all

He thinks communication is so much easier and better than having to just bottle things up or keep guessing what everyone else is thinking

So he just mentions it, asks where they’re from if you’re okay with him asking

He tries to guess it, if you’re not

The guesses will start out super detailed stories that are so far fetched as to ease you into it

“So this one is obviously from a wolf attack, where you managed to fight off 3 wolfs the size of the moon with nothing but your bare hands”

Then he will slowly try to reel it in and guess them more accurately

If one is sort of a piercing one, he will say you lost a duel in a bow fight

The one on your arm? That one is a cut from training your sword skills

He is just spitballing, trying to get it right

Either way he will pester you until you open up to him, he will not let it go

He thinks it’s so cool and really makes you look tough

Will ask you to protect him since you’re so strong

Will also definitely trace your scars whenever you are idle and he has the chance to

Even if you ask him not to, it just happens and he will laugh it off

He starts to slowly like them, the more he sees them

Every rare moment you show them, he slowly appreciates them more and more 

Really weird but he has favorites

He just loves them to be honest

It makes you so uniquely you

Etho

No matter what he will start out by making some sort of snarky little comment

“Did you fight your kitchen drawer and lose or something?”

It’s not mean spirited at all, it’s supposed to be humorous 

He just likes to approach things with lightheartedness and jokes 

He knows it might be a serious topic, but his objective is always to turn it into something fun or less serious to try and make you feel better about it

He won’t dote on you or reassure you like the others unless you open up about it

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you the way you are, his love is just more subtle like that

It’s small things you wouldn’t immediately notice about his reaction to it

Sometimes he will look at one of them and imagine the pain or maybe even accidentally imagine the person who might have given it to you

It’ll make him look at them with hatred, but it’s not directed at you even if it would seem that way

He’d make up little fantasies of revenge in his head to clear the thoughts

At this point you might even be the one who will have to reassure him that it’s no problem anymore, if it ever even was 

Bdubs

He will instantly be all over you, and no matter your approach he will be excited

Unless you just start straight up crying he won’t notice if you’re sad or insecure about them cause he is just so excited about seeing a different part of you

He’s the same as Scar where he wants to know where every little scar comes from

If it’s serious he will of course reassure you, but he will definitely also compliment them no matter what

He just think they suit you, and in the end Bdubs is sort of just a hopeless romantic

Anything that is a part of you, he loves it

Anything that is you is beautiful

Which in turn makes your scars beautiful too

He feels closer to you, looking at them because in the end it tells your story and your past, making him feel like he is closer to it 

It’s something he’s probably been sad about before, that not every inch of your life is tied together, that there are parts of you that he can’t be a part of which is before you met

But seeing the scars can help him understand that part, and sort of relate to you in a way that he finds very intimate

So of course he will pester you about them any given time they are on display

He does love them, just as much as he loves you

Pearl

She’s definitely the most careful out of all of them, at least out of the ones who want to approach the topic at all

As much as she is a rambunctious personality she is also an extremely caring thoughtful individual 

And as much as she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries she also has to know you’re okay

So she approaches it very head on, but she picks her words very carefully

“I don’t know if you ever want to talk about it, but I’m willing to listen if you ever want to tell me anything about your scars.”

That’s all she ever says about it, and at that point it’s up to you to go to her about it

She wants to be as respectable to you about it as possible

She has the mindset that she doesn’t need to know if you don’t want her to know

As long as she’s sure you’re okay now, your past doesn’t matter to her

For what she thinks about them look wise, she does think they suit you

It’s not going to change how she thinks about you, knowing you have a few scars

And she has a couple herself so it doesn’t really matter

She still loves you

Tango

Tango is probably the one with the roughest reaction

He is pretty emotionally driven, and just seeing something like that on you genuinely breaks his heart

It’s almost like he is going through the pain you went through with every single scar at once

He’s almost just,,, getting teary eyed seeing you and you might get confused at the looks he is giving you as you see each other

You probably won’t understand exactly what is going on with him and he simply takes your hands in his and he stares at you before embracing you in a warm hug

He wants you to feel physically that he is there for you

“Where are these all from?”

You cannot get out of a heart to heart with this man, and even if it’s all from totally normal and uneventful encounters he still thinks it’s very serious

Even if it was not traumatic like, at all, just you at some point being in pain is awful to him

Just the few times you’ve gotten hurt while on the server with him has been awful for him so to know you’ve gone through pain that’s left scars is unbearable

He doesn’t like your scars, hands down I will just say it

He hates having a constant reminder that you experience pain because he wants nothing but happiness for you

Obviously it’s delusional to think you’d never experience anything bad, he knows that, but he still wants that to be the case so bad and having to see it every time just sucks for him

That’s not to say he doesn’t think you’re still beautiful, he does, he thinks you’re amazing

But he does just wish you’d never have to go through that 

Xisuma

Oh boy

His first thought, and I am sorry to admit this, would be how hot that is

He loves that type of thing, he can’t help it

This guy loves a man/woman with a story to tell, and scars to show

BUT that does not mean that the next thought isn’t slight worry

He’s been through it all, considering he is experienced with every kind of server and an admin who has had to consider all kinds of walks of life and he knows what some servers are like

That in itself has lead to him being very observant and mindful, and he also knows exactly how to handle it no matter what

He won’t ask, he will wait for you to come to him, if need be

If you do explain them, he will take it from there. Sad? He’s got just the right words to assure you that you’re both safe and that it changes nothing in his opinion of you (It does.. He finds it so hot)

Happy and uncaring? He is making the best jokes you’ve ever heard about it

Starting off the season with Your partners (That felt wonderful to say, even after three months in the void) and making a few small bases around Spawn that held you five together, often coming together in your home since Grian was already almost always there and so were you.

But soon, the blissfulness of spawn faded, and soon blueprints began to form. 

This season? You were a God

Your wings grew large, even without the elytra, and your eyes burned so white you had to wear a white wrap around them to prevent you from hurting your lovers. 

Even so, they loved you more and more, and you loved all the more.

This season you chose snowy mountains to build on. High in the clouds to create a Greek city with pantheons for each of the twelve main gods and goddesses, with the biggest one in the middle for you. 

It was a project of size you had never done before, but nonetheless, you were excited. Not everyone could say they built a city in the clouds. 

unfortunately, with huge projects comes huge consequences. 

Like not being able to spend time with your lovers. 

They and you still visited each other, but now the task was tedious. You lived far from your partners, and it hurt your heart not to see them as much as you used to, but you knew that once you finished the inside of this build, you would bring them up as soon as possible and make sure they had their fill of time together. 

However...That would be a long time from now... 

The Boatem crew met without their angel in Grian's base. It had been a few months since they'd seen you and Mumbo had just got back from his hibernation. 

"They aren't here..." Mumbo said and slumped down 

"Yeah..." Pearl hummed and looked out, worried. "Do you think they are okay?" 

"I'm sure they're fine," Impulse spoke up and pulled Pearl into his lap before pressing small kisses to her face "They've been really absorbed into that base of theirs. Barely listened to me when I invited them."

There was a moment of silence before Scar spoke up and asked, "Do you think... Do you think they may not love us anymore?" 

The silence thickened so much that they couldn't breathe. 

"Don't say that-" Grian said, voice hoarse and thick with tears "No- Y/n is just busy. We all know how she gets when it comes to their builds and we know why." 

"Agreed..." Mumbo trailed off 

Still, Scar's question echoed through their heads even as they cheered up and continued with Mumbo's welcome home party. 

So that night, as they were all curled into each other, attempting to sleep, Grian asked "Do... Do you really think that would be the case?"

"Could it possibly have happened because we're so far from them?" Pearl whispered 

"No, It couldn't be..." Impulse trailed off. "Could it?"

The group felt the doubt sink in, and it was suffocating. 

Meanwhile, You were curled up in your own bed outside, shivering underneath the thin blanket and beautiful start that seemed to be taunting you. 

You were cold and alone and missing your partners so deeply. 

It killed you to be so far away from them, and today Mumbo had come home, and you weren't there. 

You had realized it far too late to show up for the party the boatem crew had organized, and you felt horrible for leaving your partners high and dry...

Just like you have for the last past few months...

Your heart ached at the thought of them without you, but it's not like you could complain... you did this to yourself. 

Still, it broke your heart to be away from the people you love oh so much. 

The reason you were rushing this build as fast as possible. 

And next week, it will be worth it. 

All you had to finish was the roof and the interiors, and you would be done. 

And with those final touches, you could finally prepare for something you wanted to do all season. 

Propose. 

And you needed it to be perfect. The Pantheon needed to be finished and the rooms decorated, but soon you would marry the people who made you feel whole again. 

A week later, Grian walked out of his base to find a chest filled with flowers and a letter. 

Dear Grian, 

Come to my Megabase at 8 pm

I have something I would love to talk to you and the rest of Boatem about. 

Y/n's Harmony 

He re-read the thing multiple times before he looked up at Mumbo, who had just come out of his own base a few minutes ago in horror

It seemed as if they were thinking the same thing

"ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH US?" Pearl cried as you stepped out of their base to see the woman looking up at you 

"What-?" You asked softly before the four men asked and looked desperately for Pearl until they saw her crying and froze 

"Oh, my love," You cooed, kneeling down to her level and wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her close, "Whatever made you think that?" 

But despite Pearl's sniffling, the silence was deafening, and You felt guilt absolutely crush your heart. 

"Did-" You looked up with horror in your eyes. "Did all of you think that?" 

There were hesitant nods, and tears filled your eyes

"We thought," Scar started softly, "We thought you didn't love us anymore, and we figured it was because we didn't live as close as we used to." 

"Oh, My sweet Vex," You whispered to Scar before looking at her lovers and softly saying, "My sweet Symphony, There will never be any reason for me to stop loving you. Not even death will allow me to stop loving you, for you are engraved in my soul, embedded into my heart and you are my sole reason for living." 

You open your free arm, and the other members come rushing in

You basked in their warmth, in their love. You smother them in small kisses and whisper apologies. You begged for their forgiveness for ever making them feel that way. For daring even to make them think you didn't love them.

Once they calmed down and moved into the living room of your home, they noticed it was fully finished. 

"When did you-" Impulse asked 

"Just before you all got here." You answered, "I was supposed to be more dressed up and clean, but you all came early." 

"Dressed up?" Mumbo asked, "For what?" 

Thats when you got embarrassed. 

"Well, first off, I was supposed to serenade you as you all came in," You admitted. "Then I was going to show you the awesome dinner I made, and then I had a surprise for you all." 

"A surprise?" Grian asked, and you flushed 

the rings you had planned to propose with are in your room, you had planned to stuff them in the kitchen after you cleaned up but you didn't have time to... 

welp- 

there was no time like the present. 

"Give me a second." You said and squirmed out of the cuddle pile before heading to your room and grabbing the five boxes with each of their respective boxes

Taking a deep breath, you walked out of your room and called to your lovers 

"Close your eyes for me?" 

There was a confused flurry of agreements, and you peeked out t see all f them had closed their eyes. You walked out with light steps and grabbed their hand as you gently placed each of their velvet boxes in them. 

Red for Grian

Yellow for Impulse

Dark Blue for Pearl

Black for Mumbo

and A light copper green for Scar.

Each colored box had a ring that matched them. Their signature color and personality in a ring you had made for them. 

So now, on one knee you cleared their throat and said "Open your eyes and the box." 

There were soft gasps, and you gave a soft smile. "My plan fell through quite a bit, but Overall, I'm glad I still had a chance to do this. So I ask the question, Will you marry me?" 

There was deafening silence before you were suddenly tackled by Impulse, who pressed kisses all over your face, beard scratching your skin as he nuzzled into you and whispered a million yeses 

"I, personally, would love to marry you, Y/n." Impulse said and pressed a long slow kiss to your lips that took your breath away 

With those words, it seems that it snapped whatever spell was on the rest of Boatem, and they all attacked you with hugs, Tears, and kisses with various versions of the same word

Yes

Your heart swelled as tears welled in your eyes as you kissed them back. Making sure they felt the love in your touch, you wanted to worship them like they had worshipped you early on in their relationship. 

The laughs and smiles of your partners were a beautiful symphony to your ears.

You loved your partners, and you were now able to spend the rest of your days with them. How wonderful. 

He didn't take his mask off: no. He kissed your hand through it.

While the colour of the fabric is dark, perfectly hiding his face away from the world, it's actually thinner than what you had expected.

You can feel his warm breath through it and he pressed his lips to the bottom of your palm, before slowly sinking to your wrist.

It's warm. You're not sure if it's because of his breath, or because of the fact that you're just absolutely flustered by his action.

With how his lips are pressed firmly, yet gently right on your pulse, you're made aware of how his actions affect your heart.

Pulling away, he look back up to you, you can feel his grin behind the mask:

"You seem a little flustered there sweetie. What'd I do? Hm? Care to explain?"

Kiss his wrist back. Just pull up the edge of his gloves enough, and kiss where his pulse is.

You can feel it quickened underneath your lips, but you know Etho.

He would just take your action as a challenge.

Now you're in a competition against your boyfriend, good luck, he's hard to defeat when it comes to flustering the hell out of you.

Xisumavoid [Neck]

This might be out of the blue, but if anything, Xisuma is a tease from the bottom of his boots to the top of his head.

So it's no wonder that his favourite place to surprise you with a kiss is your neck.

Just like Etho, his mask doesn't stop him from showing you his appreciation through kisses.

When no one's around, he likes to pull you in his embrace and just buries his face to the crook of your neck.

It calms him down, whenever he feels you so close in his arms.

But when the feelings of sentimentalism are over; he'd start pecking.

Firm kisses, butterfly kisses, hell he would even blow a raspberry on your neck just to hear your protest and struggle as he keeps you close.

Even with his mask on, you can feel that he's enjoying it.

And well, you can't blame him. You enjoy this type of affection from him, too.

"You're not gonna get away from me. Did you really think you could escape? I mean you probably could but you wouldn't. Would you?"

Doesn't mind if you kiss his neck back, if you can reach it that is.

Would actually love it if you do, though. It most likely will happen when you too cuddle.

He likes holding the back of your head and keeping you there: it gives him a sense of protection where he can both protect you, but also be protected by you.

Though if you want a more intimate scenario on his kisses, naturally, it's not rare for his pecks to turn into more intimate and desperate kisses.

The rest, really is up to you on where you want to take his kisses to. :)

Mumbojumbo [Palm]

One would think that Mumbo's main form of kisses are to kiss the back of your hand, or your knuckle.

-which are correct. But you would be surprised at how much he enjoys kissing your palm over the back of your hand.

Usually it would start with a greeting. Him taking your hand in his and pulling it up to kiss knuckles on your hand.

Then he would hold it there: breathed in your presence, before holding your hand in his and pressing your palm over his lips.

He likes burying his face in your hand, that's it.

He just likes to appreciate the tenderness and intimacy of giving appreciation to your hand.

It has finished many tasks and built many things, as well as going through many challenges. It should be right to appreciate and treat it as it deserves.

Bonus points if you greet him by cradling his face in your hands first!!

He'd just hold either of your hands and turn his face to kiss them each.

He's so soft, please kiss him back.

"Hello to you too, love. How was your day?"