#xisuma x y/n

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

can i request reader x hermits (seperate) ? like reader has a bunch of old scars and on a hot day they wear a tank top and expose all of their scars? completely okay if not AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF🫶

Okay, let me tell you, as someone with quite a visible scar on my face (I was a very courageous and dumb kid) and a few less visible ones on my hand, I get asked about it so so often and this request hits hard and I have decided to put my whole soul into it as headcanons. I've just picked a couple hermits I feel would have different reactions to it so here u go!

HEADCANON:

Grian

This boy is not going to mention it, like, at all

He has his own bad memories and sad backstory so he understands that you might not want to talk about it

The only reason he would ever talk about it would be if you ever showed any discomfort or insecurity about it

If you just never talked about it he wouldn’t either

Maybe at some point he would reassure you about yourself if you’re both deep in a relationship, but he would never explicitly mention the scars 

If you do mention them at all, it depends on how you approach it

He knows how to tell situations very well and I think he would still be careful about it

If you approach it humorously, like it doesn’t affect you then he will too

Maybe ask you where some of the bigger ones are from and expect you to tell him some good stories

If you get uncomfortable about them, or insecure he will reassure you

“I love you no matter what” or “I think they make you look cool”

He will always be supportive

Mumbo

He does try his best, but the moment he sees you he can’t help it

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

There is no losing with this blessing of a man

[nyxmisfortune]

Happy Birthday!!

Paring-Mumbo Jumbo, Grian, Scar x reader [seprate] 

Warnings-None

Summary-How the Hermits would help you celebrate your birthday

Warnings-None

Notes-As a happy birthday to this blog, the reader gets to celebrate their birthday! This does take place in summer so sorry to everyone with winter birthdays! [It’s me, I’m the one with the winter birthday] I might write one for Impulse Pearl and Xisuma later

Mumbo Jumbo

I think he would plan a cute picnic! 

He has everything, flowers, the red checkered blanket, and food Scar totally didn’t help him make

It’s really cute and he treats you so nicely

It is your birthday after all

And of course, what is a picnic without a surprise?

Mumbo had Insisted the two of you stay out late, though, you didn’t quite know why. You watched the sun go down and thought that was what he wanted to stay out for, but no. He insisted that if you’d just wait, you’d love what was to come.

So you wait. 

And wait. 

And wait. 

You wait till The moon is high in the sky. “Mumbo, I think it’s time to-” You’re cut off by Mumbo pointing at something “Look!” You look to where he’s pointing only to find a little firefly. You watch the little bug flutter around. Soon, there’s more until the whole valley is lit up with tiny lights. It looks magical like the stars came down to make a show just for you.

Mumbo smiles “Suprise” 

Grian

He takes the day off from his little prank war with Doc to spend time with you.

You have to make him promise he won’t wake you up at 6 AM this year 

He takes you out for lunch

This man is taking you flying, whether you have wings or not.

You’re woken up by a loud thump. You sit up in bed, confused until you realize the pesky bird just slammed himself into your window, thinking it was an open gap. You have to hold in laughter as you run downstairs to go make sure he’s ok.

You quickly change out of your night clothes and run downstairs and outside. Grian is dusting himself off when he sees you and his eyes light up. “There you are! Right on time!” Before you can ask questions you’re being swept up into his arms.

He shoots off into the sky and you have to cling to him so you don’t fall. “GRIAN!” You yell, have to scream to be heard over the rushing wind. Finally, he slows down “Yes Y/n?” 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask, a mock scolding tone to your voice. “Taking you to lunch!” He says cheerily

Scar

The whole day is spent doing whatever you’d like to do. 

You want to go to the shopping district? Scars got Diamonds. You want to walk around Scarland? He’ll give you the best tour. Just want to cuddle in bed? He’s more than happy to do that!

The one thing that is for sure is that he’s waking you up with breakfast

No guarantee on how it turns out tho

You’re woken up to the smell of something burning. You quickly get out of bed and head downstairs. You head into the kitchen to find Scar making breakfast. 

“Scar is something burning?” 

“Just my love for you~” 

“Scar the toaster is on fire” 

“THE TOASTER IS WHAT!?” 

He quickly whips around and does his best to put out the fire. You sigh and smile. “Scar, the fire extinguisher.” Scar pauses for a moment before grabbing the fire extinguisher and putting out the fire. 

You can’t help but laugh, and give Scar a hug “Thanks for making breakfast” Scar smiles and kisses your forehead “Of course. Happy birthday Y/n”

[elis-corner]

Multiple comfort hermits? feeling down mentally atm...

Anon, you sent this at the exact time I was reading comfort Hermit fics.

And yes I lost motivation halfway at one point, but two months later and I'm back XD

Hope you're okay, love <3 Enjoy the selection of Hermits decided on by my good pal Kat

Rendog

Ren considers some of his canine traits to be advantages. Entirely understandable. A superb sense of smell, sensitive hearing… who wouldn’t be appreciative? At least, as long as you’re not near Bdubs, sensitive hearing is great.

There are times when he finds himself appreciating them more, though.

Until you’d met Ren, it was only a myth in your eyes that dogs were extremely empathetic. It didn’t take long for your opinion to change.

He was the one you knew you could turn to for comfort and to have someone who’d just be there to sit and listen

It meant the world.

Sometimes, though, life throws things at you that are hard to handle, and it becomes a struggle to open up and be honest with others and yourself.

It’s times like that when Ren works his magic.

The moment he walks into your base he knows something is up You’re not bustling around, working or planning whatever new idea you’ve concocted. Instead, he can hear your quiet sniffles from a few rooms over.

Within a second he’s speeding in the direction of your voice, and the moment he finds you he’s sitting beside you, pulling you close so he can hug you

His grip is tight as he asks what’s wrong, the concern in his voice so painstakingly obvious that all your emotions begin to come flooding out.

He sits there and listens to you, tossing whatever assurance or compliment or opinion he feels you need. If it’s real bad he’ll pull out the jokes. If you don’t show a hint of a smile it’s innuendos from then on.

He doesn’t leave your side, even if you insist you’re feeling better, and if any other hermit offers to help instead it’ll become more persistentHe’s a bit possessive. Just a bit.

He can’t stand the idea of you being there alone, and though occasionally annoying, it’s more endearing than anything.

There have been incidents when he’s gotten a bit too worried, though…

‘I’m serious, Y/n! It’s alright! You can talk to me!’ ‘Ren, I’m not in the mood or state to have you over. I’m getting changed. Please, can you just lea–.’

Needless to say he believed you the next time you used that “excuse”.

Xisuma

Can I even begin to describe X finding out you’re not having a great time? The answer is I can.

Think concern, hugs, words of comfort, and lots of empathy and attention

Think of a sad puppy. That’s him. Without taking how jacked he is into consideration.

On one of his regular checkups making sure you’re okay he’s bound to have figured out something isn’t right

He won’t outright address it at first, instead giving you as much space and time as you need

If you don’t want to talk he won’t force you to

When you inevitably approach him, though, it’s all love and care for the next month or so.

Compliments, stories, hugs, little activities for the two of you to do together… anything to see you smile again 

It breaks his heart seeing you upset ❤️

Mumbo

Man doesn’t quite know what to do.

What if he makes it worse? What if it doesn’t help?

Mumbo is either going to do something small and sweet or huge and sweet.

Either way, there’s a 50% chance of it going wrong.

But that’s okay! It’s part of the charm! You laughing at him almost burning his base down was entirely part of his plan!

There’s not much to write since it could be summarised in a single sentence: He has no clue what to do, but the man’s trying his best *insert TBH creature face here*

Scar

mmmmmmmm the way he hums while he builds, the way he talks to himself, the weird little noises he makes when he takes too much fall damage or is jumped asdakjdahdkajshdaskjdh adorbs :sob (Note: this part was written by Kat but I’m leaving it here)

When you’re upset he doesn’t really understand the concept of personal space Prepare to be swaddled in blankets, love, comfort foods… whatever he can think to give you

If there’s something he thinks (or knows) you like, you can be sure as hell he’ll do it. He’ll sing your favourite songs, put on your favourite movie, go shirtless if you’re into that… anything for you.

Will Scar sit and listen? Of course! What else is he there for?

Jellie, being the best girl she is, leaves Scar’s side to snuggle with you. No scratching today, just adorable love.

Speaking of adorable love; the look of pure love and admiration Scar gives you while you talk. Man knows how to validate your feelings for sure.

If you’re still not happy after a day of treatment by Scar, don’t fall asleep. It may be a good thing to rest, but know that he’s going to ask either Cub or Grian for advice, and that’ll end in disaster.

By the end of it, you’ll be all laughs and giggles (or groans of annoyance), and Scar will be able to sleep easy knowing he made your day the slightest bit better.

[the-demons-writings]

You're safe with us

(Hermitcraft x child! Dragon reader)

I appreciate all the patience and apologize that it's been so long, the post after this will be of my own personal lore but over all this is still one of my biggest projects, I'll get to all the requests soon! Thank you all for being so patient.

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[part 1] || [part 2] || [part 3] || [part 4] ||

The morning came and you awoke with a groan , safe to say you'd gotten some really shit sleep. Maybe it was the fact you didn't fall asleep at your usual time, in your usual place. Or maybe it was the facr Xisuma had woken you up far earlier than you are used to.

"Morning kid, time to get ready, we've got a longer day than usual."

He smiled as he gently pulled the blankets off of you and set a rather fancy-ish looking outfit on your bed.

Alright, I need you to take a bath and get dressed, breakfast will be after, I know it's different from your usual schedule but we gotta do it, okay?".

You huffed at the notion your usual schedule would be interrupted, however you couldn't stay mad for long with how happy Xisuma seemed to be about things. Slowly you do as asked, taking a bath , getting dressed and then waiting at the table for breakfast. Xisuma happily provided something he called French toast as well as bacon.

After breakfast he asked you to gather things you'd like to take out, you quickly gathered all of your usual toys as well as the book Xisuma is currently reading to you and the book you write in. He happily packed those up for you and offered you a hand. " Alright, ready Y/n?"

You nodded with a small uneasy smile. "Yes?.." You questioned nervously looking up towards Xisuma as he took your hand and began to lead you along. As you two walked you met up with Doc and Grian who smiled when they saw you.as a group you all simply continued further to a large building. To your liking the roof of the place was decorated from head to toe in large crystals and other sparkly objects. Quietly you excited yourself over the gems as the adults talked.

Once their conversation had finished Xisuma took your hand and started up your walk inside the house. Once inside Xisuma sighed as he brought you to a corner to sit. He set your things down and smiled.

"Alright Y/N I'll be over there sitting if you need anything come get me,” He pointed towards the head of a very large rectangular table “After the bigger part of the meeting finishes you can come meet everyone, they're all really nice I promise." Xisuma sighs with a smile as he ruffles your hair and goes to take his seat.

The meeting provided as usual, server updates and new pop up shops being talked about as well as things that have happened, accidents or not. A general healthcare check and a mental health check for everyone. As the meeting was nearing it's end Xisuma smiled as he spoke.

"Pardon me hermits! I have one last important thing to announce!" He started as the hermits began to quiet down. " We have a new member on the hermitcraft server, they're shy and quite skittish so let them approach you at their own pace,” He gestured over to you getting the musing and quiet concerns of the other hermits the. “Yes they're the child in the corner. Their name is Y/n and they are an official member of our server and i'd like to ask all of your help in taking care of them."

You looked up hearing your name only to realise the many , many pairs of eyes on you. It made you feel nervous almost to the point of curling up. Your wings raised, fanning out as you backed into the corner. Grian, Pearl, Impulse , Scar and Cub are the first ones to recognize the not only frightened but partially hostile look. Grian is the first to speak up walking over to you and fanning his wings to hide you.

“As a collective we should all put in the work to research dragon hybrids,. Clearly they’ve been through a lot so they may have a more hostile or timid approach to most things but I’d like it if we could welcome them all with open arms. If it's any consideration I'll be taking them first.” He glanced over at Xisuma to confirm it was okay.

“As collective caretakers it's only fair we help them heal, and grow up no matter their interests, it could be building, Redstone, Breaking the rules of reality,” He spared a quick knowing glance towards Doc “Or any of the infinite things we could offer them!”

Small talk started between the hermits all with too many things to bring up, that was until Joe spoke up.

“I think it's fantastic! We were all getting a little bored, and I think we should take the chance to become someone special in someone's life.” He smiled glancing past Grian’s wings to offer you a small smile.

Xisuma nodded. “It would be good for all of us , Grian can start us off and slowly the rest of you could get acclimated and take turns with them as well.”

Grian nodded as he picked you up, placing you on his shoulders. “Me and the kid are going to have a great time! Trust me , there will be nothing but reasonable mischief and teaching them the important basics!”

[patxhwrk]

greetings. could u write a little imagine thing for ethoslab? watcher!reader or dsmp!reader thanks! preferably male reader. take ur time if u do write it. stay hydrated.

my fuck this is such a good idea thank you anon for being so smart

anyways dsmp reader with angst sorry about that

completely forgot u asked for an imagine so have a whole fic instead. I might write a seperate imagine for this one too tho

-ˋˏ✄— Bubbling Memories

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Ethoslab x Male! DSMP! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

"You're more home to me than any house is."

.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.

CW!!

—Mentions of character death

—Implications of self-harm & attempt su*c*de

—Blood

—Derealization(?)

Every second spent in that lawless server—ironic, considering it had been laws that started wars—was spent in the echoes of left behind misery. There was never silence in that world. If you managed to stumble upon even a sliver of quaint and quiet, you would find that it would have been better to have the ear piercing noise.

Y/n was lucky enough to have been left with one life. The last thing he remembered from the old server was the sorrowful eyes of his friends waving goodbye as he left. The portal—it vaguely reminded him of a nether portal if it was pink—shrunk as Tubbo's and Ranboo's backs turned to leave.

He hugged the blue stained yellow sweater closer to himself as he turned towards the new server—his new server—as the habitants greeted him with warmed welcome arms.

He was half afraid of building something that took effort. But one reassuring conversation with Xisuma—the man somewhat resembled Dream. Why was his mask fucking green?—coaxed him into building one of the biggest and best things he had ever created in his life. Well, it was just an "improved" Logstedshire, but it was the thought that counts, right? Building it reminded him of the time he spent with his brothers—though one had been a ghost, it was fine. He even put a bell where he and Tommy would—!

His hands stopped swinging the bell.

Tommy was dead. His younger brother had visited Dream in the prison where he was left to die. And he left his brother because he was too much of a pussy to confront the same man who had tormented him until he had a knife barely glazing at the skin of his throat.

He shook his head, running his hands through the mop he called hair as the bell ringed a final time. It silenced before it stilled. And then Y/n left his base.

Voices rang in his ear—was it his?—as he scolded himself for building something that gave him so much horrible memories more than the good ones. Why can't be just be like Ghostbur? Forgetful of the sorrows and always looking at the sun even through dark clouds.

His arms found comfort in himself, wrapping around each other as his nails dug into the skin under the yellow sweater. Wilbur wouldn't mind if he stained it, right? Wilbur would reassure him that it was fine, he was fine, it was all fine. And then he'd take the sweater and wash it. Because Wilbur was a good big brother.

No, Wilbur's dead. His brother was long dead before Philza killed him. Ghostbur wasn't like Wilbur, either.

He walked aimlessly around the server. He would have reminded himself of Ranboo's enderwalking state if he was in his own head. He watched as he passed by builds, ignoring the calls of concerned friends—friends? He had friends now?—as his feet brought him further and further from the build that he longed to blow up. Longed to tear into shreds bare handed as the memories of a pain long buried but never forgotten bubbled back to his head. Longed to feel the blood coat his fingers as his fists crashed through the shards of glass that showed the reflections of himself—a man who was too much of a coward to save his little brother. Too much of a coward to stop his father from killing the brother he looked up to. Too much of a fucking coward to just shove the knife through his chest, in the same place the sword dyed the sweater blue.

He longed to let his hands, his arms, his whole body fucking hurt. The seating hot pain that followed, the ache, the numbness, before it disappeared and he'd wake up with one less life left.

A hand was placed on his wrists. Cold, it was so fucking cold, as it pulled his shaking hands away from the yellow—now red stained sleeves—sweater.

It jolted him awake. Whether it was the cold, the tug of his arms, the way his voice called to him, or his concerned eyes searching for something—just something—in Y/n's unfocused stare.

"Y/n, hey," Etho's voice was gentle. He was patient as he tried to bring Y/n's eyes to his own. "Hey, hey, I'm here."

"I—Etho?" Y/n's voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible to Etho if he hadn't been paying close attention to him. "What—?"

Etho's arms wrapped around his midsection, pressing him against himself as his hand raised to hold Y/n's head gently. "Thank void you're okay."

Hesitantly, Y/n wrapped his arms around Etho's neck. He hadn't realized his legs were shaking until his whole weight was leaned against him. But Etho didn't complain, he was strong enough to carry Y/n if he ever needed. And he did now.

Y/n sniffled. He didn't stop the tears flowing out of his eyes as he buried his head on Etho's shoulder. And Etho let him. He buried his head on his hair as Y/n's whole body shook.

Pressing a feather light kiss on the crown of his head, Etho whispered in the quiet forest. "It's okay, you can cry. But it is never your fault. None of it is."

Y/n's eyes searched the distance, and he realized just how far he walked when he spotted the world border a distance away. He sniffled and hiccuped as Etho gently and patiently combed through his hair.

He shook off his thoughts before it could remind him of a memory long past and buried himself further into Etho's clothes. It smelled like redstone, and the glowing red dust was enough to tell Y/n that he was working on a project before hand.

"Let's get you home, shall we?"

"No, not my place. Please don't bring me back there, not again."

Etho nodded. The pain in Y/n's voice stung his heart, and he knew he had to make him feel better. He kneeled down for a short second just to hook his arms under Y/n's knees and bring him up to carry him easier. Y/n's head still nested on his shoulder as he took off to the direction of his own base.

"My place, then."

"You don't have a proper base yet, Etho." Etho felt the upwards tug of his lips. His eyes glanced down to Y/n's whose reddened eyes watched the path they took.

"Hey, it's a home to me and it'll be a home to you!" He laughed to lighten the mood. Y/n's quiet chuckles followed after him and he smiled down at him.

"Thank you, Etho."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

Y/n could take down improved Logstedshire when he felt better. Then, he wouldn't have to do it bare handed. Or alone, he reminded himself, as his eyes found dual coloured eyes.

Right now, he was just content to be with Etho.

—PATCHWRK !

[lunar-writes-things]

18) Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love With You)

"Has anyone noticed-" Grian was cut off

"That the moon is getting bigger?" Mumbo asked 

"Uh yes- but that's not what I was going to talk about," Grian said before turning t the rest of boatem again "Has anyone noticed that Y/n is acting a bit... odd?" 

"Yeah," Impulse spoke up "It's almost... Almost like they're avoiding us." 

"I noticed that too," Scar muttered and fidgeted with his hands "They haven't even been coming out of their starter base, except to move things to their megabase."

"Should we check on them?" Grian asked 

"NO!" Pearl and Mumbo exclaim

The group looks at them curiously and Pearl continues quietly "I think they need some time alone, I mean they're hiding for a reason, right? When I returned, Mumbo greeted me and we went to see Y/n. When We got into their home, they were asleep and we almost left until we began to hear trashing and a loud sob. They were having a nightmare. So we woke them up. I could never forget the terrified look on their face." 

"They kept apologizing and held us both close and asking us not to hate them," Mumbo whispered 

"We stayed with them for a bit until they fell back to sleep," Pearl said "But that was the last time we saw them."

"Admittedly, I am worried about them," Mumbo said "I've never seen them like that. It's... terrifying not knowing what going on in their head and not being able to help." 

"Should we do something for them?" Impulse asked 

"We should!" Scar said, "Maybe something small, like making them dinner or helping them move their chests to their mega build." 

"Yeah!" Grian smiled and his wings fluttered in excitement "I bet they would absolutely love that!" 

"No thanks," Y/n forced a smile on their face before running away with their arms full of shulkers 

The group had just offered their services to Y/n only to be rejected and ran away from 

"That was... odd," Pearl said and wrung her hands out "Let's try something else?" 

Time after time and attempt after attempt, Y/n either shot them down or avoided them completely 

it wasn't like them.

And it made The rest of the Boatem crew concerned for their angel

So, they devised a plan

"This isn't our greatest idea," Mumbo said attempting to talk the rest out of this "They have a reason for avoiding us? Do we really have to do this?"

"Y/n has a track record of avoiding things for long, long, LONG times," Xisuma says "I think this is the best way to get her t tell you what you guys wanna know... Albeit a bit forced." 

"Thanks, X," Impulse smiled and fiddled with his fingers 

Everyone was nervous about this approach, they knew Y/n would eventually open up to them, it was just no telling how long. 

"Let's go," Grian said "And let's hope this doesn't hurt Y/n." 

Y/n paced their cathedral halls, checking the deals on the villagers hidden underneath iron trapdoors and their lecterns or smithing tables hiding the blazing magma block underneath as they made sure everything was in order.

Once they were done, the only thing out of order was the twisting feeling in their gut... like something bad will happen 

oh boy

did something bad happen

Y/n had to face the people they were avoiding, their crushes

shit 

Being tied to a chair wasn't that bad usually. After everything, they've been through they probably had a higher pain tolerance than anyone on the hermitcraft dimensions 

What made it worse is the stares that demanded answers from them 

"Are You okay Y/n?" Pearl asked softly and caressed their cheek, Y/n melting into the touch they longed for "Why are you avoiding us?" 

Y/n snapped back to their reality and with sad eyes, gently pulled back from Pearl's touch before shaking their head 

"Do you need us to help you?" Scar asked and his voice made Y/n want to curl into his side 

Y/n didn't realize how much they missed the rest of the Boatem crew and tears welled up in their eyes as they realized they might have to do this forever to get over them

"Talk to us Angel," Impulse kneeled in front of them "We're here to listen to everything you have to say." 

"Don't you dare make me fall in love with you," Y/n croaked, throat constricted and eyes watery "Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes. If I fell through your skies, there's no way you would catch me. There's a tear in my heart, but your patch wouldn't match me. Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs. There's still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes, and I still need reminders of why it's unwise to stare.  So don't you dare..." 

"Y/n?" Grian asked, his familiar hand made Y/n melt to his touch and sigh in relief before continuing with their eyes forced closed 

"Don't you dare make me fall in love with you... Don't you dare do something so cliché. Just get out of my daydreams, you're an unwelcome guest and stop making me miss you 'cause you leaving's for the best. 'Cause I just couldn't stand having you as my crutch

"You're a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch. If you ever return, it'll burn me too much to bear... So don't you dare..." Wet droplets sparkled as they fell from Y/n's eyes and the group watched as the love of their life cried softly while attempting to reject them 

"And I know it's all so shallow, but a shallow cut still stings! And before my heart becomes Amelia's heir, I need to clip its wings!" Grian winced at the metaphor and Y/n's chest heaved as they continued "So don't you dare keep mocking me with those thousand little things that I adore! Let me ignore you, don't let me care!

"And don't you dare leave me still in love with you! Nothing's fair when love is war!" Y/n sobbed as they shouted their words to the group who stood speechless at them, wanting nothing more than to comfort them, to hug them, to remind them that they are safe and they will still love Y/n... even if they didn't want it "And I just can't endure any more of the fight! When the casualties rise with my heart rate each night! Though I know I'm to blame for the glances I'd steal, for the time I kept spending pretending it's real... And now that it's ending, I still have more feelings to spare!

"But don't you dare... Don't you dare..." Y/n slumped in their chair, head ducked in attempts to hide their red blotchy face, to hide the tears of knowing Y/n wanted them but knowing they can't dare to even think about having them, to hide the tears that just can't seem to stop at the thought of losing Boatem

of losing their symphony 

It was just... too much to even imagine 

At least, it was until a hand brought Y/n's face up to look at the group 

Mumbo

"Oh Angel," He sighed "Is that why you were avoiding us? Because You were scared of falling in love?" 

Y/n nodded softly and Grian moved behind them to untie the bounds "I don't want you guys to find the imperfections in me after we start dating and then... leave... I never want that again. I never want to be used for your greedy purpose only to be discarded when you guys find someone else." More tears welled up in their eyes "I don't want to be the imperfect stain on your life."

"Oh my angel, to me, You're perfect." Mumbo sighed and pressed his lips to their forehead. When he pulled away Y/n grabbed his face and pulled him down to press a kiss to his lips, gritty with redstone dust but lighting up with the electricity between them. Mumbo gently wiped Y/n's tears off with his thumb as he mumbled sweet nothings against their lips 

Once they pulled apart and caught their breath, Mumbo pulled them into his arms and held them tightly as they calmed down in his arms. The others joined in to either sit next to Y/n or place a hand on Y/n

just to remind them that they were there and would never leave

Y/n had never felt so... adored

Is this what it felt like to be truly loved by people? 

Masterlist

[sammy3753]

Hermitcraft x Mcyt/Dsmp kid reader (not a ship)

(Grian saw someone come out of the raft so he went and got Xisuma and the story goes on from there. Ps. This is my first fanfic so it’s not that good but I’m trying my best. The ships in this fanfic is Scar x Grian. Reader is they/them.)

Grian: Scar I’m going to go check on the raft be right back! Scar: Okay come back soon. Grian: I will don’t worry.(later)

Grian *walks into the raft and sees a body in front of the raft*Grian: ‘who is that? I’ll bring them to Xisuma.’ (Later)

“Xisuma!” “Yeah Grian?” “Can I come in?” “Sure come on in” “hey Gria-why do you have a child in your arms!? “I found them near the raft and wanted to know if you could take care of them because I don’t have enough time to take care of them and scar probably not want a child living with us.”

(Two hours later your just about to wake up)

“hey xisuma they’re waking up!” “Really!?” “Yeah!” Y/n:Where am I!?” Xisuma:Your in my house. Y/n:Who are you! Xisuma:I’m Xisuma and that’s Grian what’s your name? Y/n:I-I-I’m Y/n. Grian:Nice name how are you feeling? Y/n:G-good. Xisuma: that’s great! Is it okay if I ask a few questions? Y/n:S-sure……..Part 2 coming soon. (In like a few days) have a great day!

[hermitcraftficrecs]

Title: duties of an admin (or rather, of a friend)

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Ship(s) Y/N: No

Centric Character(s): Xisuma,

Centric Tag(s): Admin Xisumavoid, 5+1 Things, Attempted Kidnapping (but funny),

Summary: When first becoming a server admin, Xisuma was well aware of the duties he would have to uphold. He also expected for the hermits to approach him for server-related issues at first, but to his surprise, there have been surprisingly little requests in all of his years of running Hermitcraft. Regardless, Xisuma quickly learns that he’s needed around, even if the problems aren’t server-related.

or, 5 times X helps the hermits out, and 1 time where they save him in return.

[gimblegamble]

Ty gim for being one of my favourite Mumbo shippers and Mumbo fans ever. So happy to found u way back when u first started posting storage wars and so happy to see u wlhenevrr u pop up :)

Ur so right literally frfr /pos

Particularly big fan of ur Grumbo n ZIMT takes Grumbo forever has my heart but I see sooo little content for any combination of Mumbo x ZIT that it’s so precious t me!!!!!! I also like ur other Mumbo ships too ofc they’re so!!!!!!!

Uh ig for an ask, do u think ZIT each caught feelings for Mumbo at a diff time or the same time, and how did they react lol?

Bonus points if Mumbo has 0 clue y theyr all being extra affectionate/ flirty/ flustered around him part 3 by the way- /lh

- 🌱 Anon

Oh wow, been a long while eh? Almost four years! I'm honestly surprised my obsession with the man lasted this long lmao, also surprised anyone still remembers storage wars which got us into this whole mess in the first place >.<

Thank you for indulging me in my Mumbo-centric ways, i swear that man deserves more but as far as I've seen he's always just relegated to a love interest or a side character 😔. Been trying to remedy that but I'm also the slowest writer to ever grace this earth so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Grumbo will always be number 1 in my heart, which might surprise some people lmao but ships like ZIMT and the rarepair ones are so fun to think about.

Oh answering the ZIMT prompt under the cut because it got pretty long

Now, regarding the ZIT crew they definitely fell at different times and at different speeds. We're going by the time each of them joined and we all know that Mumbo has had a hand in summoning both Tango and Impulse to the server which got Zed into it in the end.

Tango's summoning was a bit like summoning tech support. Quick and business-like, a little bit impersonal but hey, you don't really get a chance to build rapport with every technician you meet. But then Tango was invited back and it helps that they were already on the right foot.

Tango only started to fall around the civil war. They've been chatting and meeting every now and then, usually about the newest iron farm designs but they really got to talking when Mumbo came back from his short stint as a mole.

Impulse's summoning, however, was a lot more personal, and some would say that it all started since then. Freshly summoned but his eyes were already glued to that quiet, suit wearing redstoner whose name he didn't know despite having a tiny piece of the man's soul resting comfortably with his (and vice versa but that's the perils of the type of summoning they did, Tango and Xisuma's been affected as well)

He was pretty unperturbed about the whole thing though, because he's Impulse, the kind of guy with the patience to rebuild his whole base a block higher just because he didn't like the look of it. (Just... no sudden movements following grand discoveries though, that's enough to destabilize Impulse's finely crafted nonchalance)

And funnily enough, I've written the exact moment Mumbo caught Zedaph's eye. Four years ago as well ^^

Thank you thank you thank you for still waiting on Cinnamon challenge even after all these years, you have no idea how happy this makes me.

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

Ask and you'll receive!!

Can I get some headcannons or a scenario with any hermits you want where the Reader owns a little Diner, kinda like your basic 80's-90's aesthetic?

Have a good one :]]

Multiple little blurb mode activated. Also I am at my parents place for a bit and my laptop has a few broken keys so I am unresponsible for any spelling mistakes :[

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Grian:

It was super early in the morning, having basically just opened up the store moments earlier when Grian came in. Usually, you knew him to be more of a late riser, but it was nice to see him. Especially since seeing a very tired and cute Grian was not something you got to see very often, despite him basically coming to your diner every day for breakfast. Walking over to him, a bright smile on your face, he gave you a small smile despite clearly being too tired for it. Still, you appreciated the efforts.

“Late night, Grian? The usual?” You asked, and he nodded, planting his head on his hand as he watched you working behind the counter. Honestly, you couldn’t say it wasn’t flattering how you could feel his eyes following along as you moved about the kitchen working on his breakfast. It struck you that he had probably been up all night, cause if it had really been a late night for him he would just still be asleep. Finishing up making his plate, you placed it on the counter in front of him. Having no one else in the diner at the time, most of the hermits (except Bdubs) were probably still asleep, you stood opposite him. 

“Why are you still awake, Grian?” You asked, curious as to what he might have been doing all night that had kept him up. It was something that had never happened before, to be honest. Grian really liked his sleep. He swallowed a piece of his pancake before speaking. “I had to do some work, and I didn’t want to wake up too late because then I couldn’t come see you.” He explained, munching away again. You laughed, and flicked his forehead softly.

It did make you blush, though. “You don’t have to come here to see me, Grian. You’re always welcome with me.”

“Yeah, but I like your uniform.” He said, letting a comfortable silence befall you.

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XisumaVoid:

It’s late, middle of the night when he comes around. You’ve already closed up the diner, but you’re trying to get everything done for the day tomorrow. You’d wiped down the tables and counters, and cleaned most of the kitchen at this point. When he softly put his fingers to the glass outside, knocking very lightly so as to not give you a scare, you had been sweeping the floors. You hurriedly put down the broom against the counter, wiping your hands down on your apron before unlocking the door to your diner. Xisuma stepped through, hiding one hand behind his back and when you noticed you raised an eyebrow at him, nodding towards his arms. There was a goofy smile painted on his face. “What’s all this, then?” you asked.

“Nothing, I just thought I’d check in on my favourite person.” He says, feigning ignorance and innocence. You squinted up at him, letting him know you see through him. You lunge for his arm, wanting to peel it from behind his back to look at what he is trying to hide from you, but he quickly steps back to avoid your arm. “Hey! Show me what you’ve got.” You demand from him, starting to walk towards him again. He pivots, still keeping whatever he has hidden behind him, away from your line of sight as he sprints to the other side of the counter.

Caught off guard at his moment, you make an effort to follow behind him. But he’s placed whatever he was holding behind the counter, and making his way to meet you he stops you from making your way behind the counter by grabbing you by the waist and pushing you back. You whine. “Sumaaa, I want to know what you have.” He laughs as you push against him, still shoving you back lightly. A thought pops into your head, and you stop trying to get away from him, instead leaning against him and looking up at him with big open eyes. “Is it something for me?” You ask. His mouth turns up in a very soft smile.

“Why would I get you something?” He then asks, putting a piece of hair behind your ear. You make a sad face up at him and he just laughs at you, and then hearing him laugh you can’t help but also burst into laughter. Having him caught off guard too you push him to the side, releasing his grip on you and making a dash for the other side of the counter. Laying there is a small bouquet of wildflowers. You grab them, pulling them to your chest. “Oh, Suma! These are for me right?” You ask excitedly, and he lets out a sigh at his jig being up. 

“Of course they’re for you.” He says, and you smell them, smiling to yourself, ready to close up shop and go home with Xisuma. 

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ZombieCleo:

It had been a very busy day at the diner, the day only now starting to wind down. Basically every hermit under the sun had visited the diner today, Doc even having visited twice just because he couldn’t be arsed to make or get any food of his own. You didn’t mind, in the end, it just meant more diamonds to spend for you. But it was odd, having so many people pop around all day. Not once had the diner been empty. And now, as the day was settling in, and the sun was setting, you felt the exhaustion take over. If one more hermit came through those doors you would lose your mind. 

Just as the thought crossed your mind, the little bell attached to the door rang, signaling that someone had entered the small diner. You were still open, so you couldn’t just turn around and scream at whoever just entered, but the thought did cross your mind. So when you turned around and saw Cleo a giant sigh of relief escaped your lips. She noticed, and let a giggle slip as well. “Rough day, then?” She asked, and you nodded, letting your shoulders slouch. You started explaining how every hermit under the sun had paid you a visit. She seemed to get more and more nervous during your walkthrough of how your day went, and you knew something was up. So you just asked what was on her mind.

“Well, it’s my fault they all came through. I let it slip that I was going to come ask you something today and I guess they all wanted to be there. I don’t know where they got the idea I’d do it with them all there, but they’re nosy.” She explained, scratching the back of her head and looking away as to not let your eyes meet. She was clearly nervous about whatever she wanted to talk to you about. “Well, I don’t mind. You can ask me now.” You said, fiddling with the end of your frilly apron. You and Cleo had always danced around each other, and even if you did want her to ask you out. 

“Great! Uh, so..  I was thinking I could maybe, if you wanted, pick you up and go somewhere tomorrow when you close up shop.” She managed to squeak out, and you giggled, jumping to envelope her in a big hug. 

“I’d love to, Cleo!”

[dragon-queen21]

hihi ^^ im sneakin in bc i wanna know if u got anymore things to share! (doesnt have to bc mcyt, can b anythin!) heres one of mine!

i think xsumaa n tango sometimes take turns looking after each other in the nether (strider-regressor x n blaze/netherborn tango!) bc they like to spend more time in the nther than the others! tango usually has backup, bc he's tends to be more big brother-y than carer like x can be ^^

Hi hi! I was saving this ask till after the holidays to answer (also so I could give a good thought out response)

~~~

Tango sounds like me when I tried to look after one of my friends. “Sure I can watch over you X.” And it all starts out well and good but he ends up regressing half way through his time watching the little.

~~~

Currently fixated on dadzuma taking care of like 6 or so kiddo hermits all at once. Trying to get them all to go to bed and just wholesome chaos happening. Maybe like Grian and Zedaph refusing to get back into bed cause there’s a monster in their room. And Iskall wanting cuddles and I don’t know, I just really want to write some soft cg Xisuma fluff.

~~~

Also, the headcanon that laurenzside and Scott are siblings has been living in my brain rent free for the past week. Kinda want to write another fic with those two, I’m just not sure what about yet.

[frog-writes-for-fun]

Hello! So, I’m new here, and not exactly sure if you’re up to it (saw that request are open, but you can decide if you want to do it or not) but can I request platonic hermitcraft x reader? Like, reader is pretty honest, but if they’re asked if they did something nice for them, they would lie and say it was probably someone else, out of habit? (Like they give gifts to the hermits, or get something the hermits said they needed?) Idk if you want to do this, it’s just a silly idea. You can choose who you want to write for.

…Have you been watching me? This is exactly what I do- If they ask me outright, I’ll answer that it was me but I don’t generally tell people that gifts are from me.

All Too Kind

c!Hermits x gn!Reader

Summary: Some overnight gifts quickly become a serverwide mystery. You, however, are content to remain anonymous.

Notes: None! It's just a fluffy little thing!

You packed the cakes into the chest carefully. Even stacks, spread into rows on the bottom of the chest. Smiling, you stepped back, closing the lid with a soft and satisfying thunk.

Grian will love this.

Kneeling to the ground, you dug in your pack for the worn map of the server and a fresh stack of rockets to keep you in the air.

Next target: False Symmetry.

“Did you hear the news, dude? Someone’s been leaving gifts of cake everywhere!” As you walked through the shopping district, Ren’s voice carried from where he stood talking to Doc. “At this rate no one’s going to need my pies or Scar’s cookies, we’ll all be too full of cake!”

“Tell me about it. I found three shulkers full of cake near where I’ve been doing my redstone.”

“Three shulkers! You’re lucky, my dude.”

Doc shook his head. “I’m more curious about who’s been giving out all this cake. It’s not exactly the cheapest food source…”

Their voices drifted off as you continued your stroll.

“I’m going to catch the Cake Bandit in the act!”

Grian was happily explaining his grand plan to you, though you were caught off-guard by his name for the mysterious gift-giver.

“Cake Bandit? That makes it sound like they steal cakes, not deliver them!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Well, they sneak in here in the middle of the night, like a bandit. And Cake Deliverer doesn’t have the same ring to it.” Grian’s face was serious. “Cake Bandit is a much better name.” His expression flipped to a wide grin faster than you could blink. “And I’m going to catch them when they come tonight! That’s why I’ve come to you- would you like to help me set up the trap?”

Gem held a clipboard, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She wore a white lab coat- perhaps Cub had lent it to her?

“Now, would you consider yourself to be a tricky person?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I know how to sneak around, but I wouldn’t use that ability to trick people.”

She tapped the clipboard with her pencil. “I see. And you’re sure you don’t have any information on this infamous Cake Bandit, as they’ve been named?”

“No, I don’t.” You shook your head. “Maybe Scar would have some idea? He has the cookie factory, maybe he or Ren branched out to another sweet treat.”

Gem lit up. “That’s a great idea! Ahem. I mean, thank you for your information. It will be taken into consideration for this study.”

Xisuma sighed. “No, Grian. I don’t know who the Cake Bandit is. And even if I did, they obviously want it to remain a secret.”

Doc nodded. “It has been a month. If they wanted us to know who they were, we’d know by now.”

You fidgeted slightly. The Cake Bandit had come up at all of the recent Hermit meetings. 

Xisuma stood from his seat at the table. “I would like to say, whoever it is, you are all too kind. I’m sure everyone here feels the same.”

There were nods and noises of agreement all around. Ren called out “Hear hear!” to a smattering of laughter.

You could feel your face grow a bit warmer. Even if they didn’t know who you were, it felt nice to be appreciated.

You finished packing the last chest. 

A few redstone components, some coal blocks, arranged in a mustache, and some potatoes, of course. 

Closing the lid, you grinned. The click of the latch shutting was your signal, and you quickly lit a firework, taking off into the night sky. The Cake Bandit had struck again.

[moriiartist]

Xisuma is like dream in ways; admin, green, mask. Why not make a fic about that? When the reader goes to HC after DSMP, X falls in love with them, but reader is scared of him because of his similarity to dream. He grows on them though, and then love <3333333 You’re scar writings always make my day btw pls keep them coming! <3

‧₊ BRUTAL

PAIRING: C!Xisumavoid x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Healing what’s broken is hard work, but some people are worth the effort.

WARNINGS: Language, self depreciation, implied/referenced violence, implied/referenced abusive relationships, implied/referenced death, poor self-care, panic attacks, PTSD symptoms

A/N: GIRL HELP, I BLACKED OUT AND WHEN I WOKE UP I HAD WRITTEN FIVE THOUSAND WORDS. This is honestly the most self-indulgent thing I think I’ve ever written for you guys, so... I’m kinda exposing myself to the masses😅. I was thinking of season 8 while making this, but it’s kinda ambiguous. (Oh, and I did combine 2 requests for DSMP!Reader x Xisuma, so if you requested something similar to this, I hope you enjoy!)

There’s a certain mindset that you have to have to survive those years you had spent in your own personal hell, a certain fire that had to burn within to look at yourself in the mirror, to face the countless scars that mottled your flesh, and know the story behind each one.

It was supposed to be fun, to just… hang out and play with your friends. Pick stupid fights, prank people, and walk away still knowing that the other didn’t really hate you. Wouldn’t that have been a fucking fantasy, huh?

Now, having lived through several wars, a dictatorship, a portion of your home being blown to kingdom-come at least thrice, and a mind-controlling viny red egg thing taking over the server, such dreams were laughable, at best.

Whoever came up with the concept of limited server lives was either a sadist or didn’t fully understand the implications of how it would feel to be constantly on guard, your fight-or-flight response shot to hell from the near-permanent adrenaline rush you coasted on seemingly every moment of every day. To be fair, though, you don’t think that anyone would’ve predicted just how perverted the mechanic could become when put into the wrong hands. 

Well, that wasn’t exactly true- there was one person who did. (Your hands white and shaking on the pommel of your sword, frozen in place as you watched him drive an arrow through-)

You don’t really remember how you became tangled up with Dream. You don’t really think it matters, in the grand scheme of things. However you had met, whatever you had done to become close, you had fallen for the masked man’s honey-laced words and saccharine promises, and had held his hand as he walked you straight through the gates of Hades.

There’s a certain mindset you had to have in order to live in the Dream SMP, but the moment you and the rest of the players that had managed to survive were suddenly spit back out into the World Hub with no prior warning or reason given… well, it felt as though everything you had learned over the years was suddenly useless.

Disorienting felt like too bland a word to describe the abject confusion and dawning horror you felt when it became obvious that the traumatizing events that had transpired on the SMP were, for lack of a better term, well known.

Those few visitors that Dream had whitelisted for a day or two? It turns out that they had not been quite as oblivious to the barely-contained tensions and conflict that brewed underneath the cheery façade that the admin and famous speed-runner had tried to maintain, and it hadn’t been long before word had spread that everything was not as it seemed in your server. (Trying to hold back a gag as tears flooded your eyes, the echoing sounds of explosions and screaming fuzzing out as you struggled to focus on reality-)

Based on what you overheard, though, both from other players and through the channels of knowledge that seemed to just kind of… manifest… between worlds, the actual specifics of what had happened hadn’t made their rounds yet- none of the wars, the betrayals, the horrors that you had been forced to endure (and commit).

Consequently, people seemed to mostly be focused on the fact that a whitelisted server had turned to anarchy- a phenomena that was completely unheard of in modern times, when admins were put through such a thorough vetting system before they were granted their abilities. 

Dream’s status as one of the most famous players in this era was really only the cherry on top of the pie.

In some ways, having everyone know the bare minimum was worse than when you felt isolated, alone with nobody beyond a few tenuous allies at your side. The hushed murmurs that seemed to follow your every step as more and more players realized who you were, where you had come from. The eyes that seemed to scorch holes into the back of your head, even more than usual.

Even one person’s attention was enough to put you on edge, but having people traveling between servers outright stop and stare at you only made you painfully aware of just how vulnerable you were without gear. Prime- sometimes it was hard not to believe that the gods had it out for you, personally. (Maybe you deserved it-)

Despite all the attention you had received, though, receiving an invitation to join Hermitcraft was the last thing you had expected. 

The group was widely known for being… well, hermits. The only time they really interacted with other people outside of their group was during MCC, the championship games in which only the most elite players were invited to compete in. Even then, they were too busy to stick around for the festivities afterward- something about how they had too many projects they all had to work on to stick around.

If you were being honest, you didn’t quite believe their excuses at first. I mean- who would have that much work to do on a world that they’d spent years in? However, after you had first been contacted by the group it had quickly become obvious that their server operation was wildly different from anything you had seen before.

They called each world they worked on a ‘season’, and they were meant to be impermanent. Every one to two years or so, they abandoned everything that they had been working on- their builds, their Redstone contraptions, their weapons and armor all left behind. Archived. Collecting dust in some long-forgotten shulker. (Gods- you couldn’t even remember the last time you had heard the term ‘shulker’, much less seen one)

Naturally, your knee-jerk reaction was: “What the fuck.”

It was… absurd. Utterly, completely insane. Nobody in their right mind would ever give up something that they had worked so hard for without a fight, especially with how rare it was to make something without it getting griefed or looted almost immediately upon its completion, sometimes even before that. 

It took a hell of a lot to convince somebody to just- hand something like that over with no expectation of getting it back. But these people did, for seemingly no reason. Was it their admin that orchestrated it? Was there some kind of instability that forced them to leave? Were they just fucking crazy?

That was what was so scary to you about accepting their offer- you had absolutely no idea. About anything.

Despite how honestly fucking terrifying it was to live in the Dream SMP, you had to admit that there was at least some familiarity with how things were run. You kept to yourself and the few allies you had, trying to keep as much out of the way of the Big Bads™ as much as physically possible. You traveled light, kept your valuables close- coming home to find your house half-blown up wasn’t an unusual surprise. Nobody went to the crater that once was L’Manberg anymore, not unless they had a death wish.

Life was hard (Gasping for breath as you awoke from yet another nightmare, the sticky sensation of your sweat clinging to you feeling more like blood as his face flashed before your eyes-), but it was the same for everyone. You had been fine. 

However, now you had nowhere to go. You’d been thrust from a familiar environment, albeit a hostile one, into a completely unknown situation. There was no other server that you were traveling to, no arrangements made- in essence, you were stranded.

So, despite your initial shock, that was why you found yourself accepting the offer that had been extended to you. It would be stupid not to, especially when you had nothing to lose. Not anymore.

Your first impression of the Hermitcraft server was… strange, to say the least. The admin had arranged for you to join when they switched to their newest season, so you would start off the same as everyone else in terms of resources. So, blessedly, the wealth gap was going to be far less intimidating than you had initially assumed, but- you don’t know- it was just… weird.

The first thing you were greeted with as you stepped through the hub portal was the excited chatter of multiple players, laughter as they greeted one another and fooled around while they waited for the admin to log on. It was definitely new for you to wake up at spawn and not be immediately greeted by something unpleasant- the obstacles that had been built around it in the early days of the SMP, or worse, later.

The momentary hush that settled over the group wasn’t exactly something you were used to, either, feeling your skin start to burn as several sets of eyes snapped to you, alerted to your arrival by the buzzing of their communicators. Prime- where was Tommy when you needed him? 

Despite how abrasive the kid could be, spitting out insults and threats with his signature cackling voice, he was one of the first people to make you feel at home on the SMP, giving you a tour and making you laugh at his childish blustering. If he was here, you know that he would’ve made some comment about how jealous all of his wives would be at the staring. It hurt to admit it, but gods you missed the blonde. (Watching as he dragged the teen away to exile, the signature grin etched on his mask seeming to ooze with smug victory as he ripped what little the kid had left away-)

Awkwardly, you offered your greetings with a half-hearted wave, picking apart the players in front of you with guarded eyes as they each introduced each other to you eagerly.

The first thing you noticed about the group was how unconcerned they seemed to be with their own safety as they welcomed you to the server, excitedly chattering amongst themselves as well as with you about their upcoming plans for the season. That alone was enough to knock you off-kilter, but when the short parrot avian- Grian, you remembered- offhandedly gave you an invitation to build near him, you couldn't help the incredulous snort that escaped you. Honestly, did these people have no sense of self-preservation?

However, it quickly became obvious to you that, no, this was just their normal. 

As you assessed the group, you became painfully aware that… well, these people had never gone through what you had. For most of them, their skin was smooth and unmarred beyond the occasional thin scar- clearly remnants of a respawn (except for that one brunette, who was mottled with them), or wounds that had been treated with health pots. Their faces were bright, practically filled with a kind of luminous joy as they interacted with one another.

Casual touches weren’t met with flinches or a hand reaching for a weapon out of reflex, nor was there any animosity between the groups that seemed to naturally form as time went on, each Hermit treating the other kindly regardless of how close they were.

These people�� these people had never had to endure what you had. Couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain of what you had witnessed. (Watching as the person you loved most in the world fade away, replaced with a monster that reveled in the power he leveraged over other people)

You pointedly ignored the way that the singular tattoo of a heart inked on the inside of your wrist ached at the thought.

It was hard to ignore the way that you seemed to stick out amongst the group, the hard line of your shoulders and the wariness in your eyes setting you apart from the rest of the crowd like a wolf in a doghouse. Despite their friendly advances, the others picked up on it as well, smiles fading ever-so-slightly and bodies shifting nervously as you passed them by.

You couldn't blame them- after all, you weren’t one of them anymore. Not as you were left envious, yearning for the easy camaraderie they shared, and the affection that had been denied to you.

If you thought that was bad, though, the moment you came face-to-face with their admin was even worse. So, so must worse.

By some universal stroke of misfortune, another funny trick that the world seemed so fond of pulling on you, Xisuma was… well, the resemblance he had to him was undeniable. 

A cursory glance was enough to set your heart pounding in your chest, the dark green color of his bodysuit melting into a sickening lime green within your periphery. You weren’t breathing when your eyes snapped back to him, your panic spiking at the sight of his mask before you finally, finally realized that it wasn’t who you thought it was. He wasn’t Dream.

That split-second comparison, borne out of a survival instinct honed throughout weeks, months of never knowing when the next hit would land- that was enough for your brain to start making connections.

Xisuma had an affinity for green, wearing a dark steel and silver mask that covered his entire head, barring a panel of tinted glass to see out of. While intimidating, it also served to obscure his expressions. Body language wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to read, especially in someone you had hardly even met.

The way he spoke, the confidence in which he held himself with- it was like looking at the distorted reflection of your own personal demons, memories of a blank smile making you shudder as you instinctively made yourself smaller, less noticeable. Sinking back into the shadows as he chatted with the rest of the group.

Of course, because you couldn’t have anything nice, he spotted you the moment you were distracted, having been reluctantly pulled into a conversation with Scar about something or other- cats, probably?

Whatever small amount of tension you had lost in your body returned tenfold when you felt the heat of someone’s gaze burning holes into your back, natural defenses springing up as you turned to make eye contact with him. Your hand fell to where the pommel of your sword would normally sit at your hip only for your fingers to meet air. Gods damn it all. 

“Xisuma, right?” you said first, hefting the next best weapon available in your arsenal aloft- words. Giving him the opportunity to speak first would be conceding the first move to him, and you were sick and tired of having to react to other’s attacks.

Keeping your face and stance neutral, you gave him no hint that you were off-put by his sudden interest in you. You weren’t sure if you succeeded.

He inclined his head, stepping forward to offer you his hand. Wound as tight as a bowstring, you stared at it for a moment before accepting. “Yup, welcome to Hermitcraft.”

The majority of his palm was covered by a thick gauntlet made out of some kind of thick cloth (Kevlar, perhaps?), but his tan fingers warm and calloused- the hallmark of a person more than comfortable with a blade. He squeezed your hand once before letting go.

Up close, the admin’s eyes and brows were visible through the thick glass that made up part of his helmet. What features you could make out were relaxed enough, but there was still that slightest crease between both of his dark brows, that thoughtful, seeking facet to his eyes. Intelligent, determined. Curious.

Xisumavoid was dangerous, you decided. The best thing for you to do would be to fuck off to some distant corner of the map, hole up, and keep out of his way for the remainder of the time you would spend here.

A decent plan, but only if Xisuma had gotten the memo.

The Hermits spread out across the island you had spawned on fast, forming their own little communities. You noted how the groups you had picked out earlier seemed to, for the most part, stick together- Grian, Mumbo, and Scar forming their own faction to the north of the island that everyone had spawned in on, while the creeper and wolf hybrid that had reminded you so much of Sam and Ponk (well, before everything happened) set up east.

And you? Well, seeing as everyone stayed relatively close to one another, you built yourself a boat and planned to get the hell out of dodge, traveling a couple thousand blocks until you felt safe enough to settle- that is, until you ran into a slight problem. 

It turns out, another difference between the Dream SMP and Hermitcraft was that your previous server had lacked a world border- a magical barrier that was set up by admins to prevent players from ranging too far and causing… issues, to put it lightly. Lag. Which is very, very dangerous for the health of a server and its members.

Nobody really knew what lag was, exactly- whether it was a glitch in the foundations of the universe itself, or the act of irritated gods. It was the kind of thing that crept up on a server, distorting the world into something a step to the side of reality. Redstone machines would break, animals wouldn’t spawn… hell, it was difficult to even get around when there was an overabundance of lag.

However, besides all the normal issues that would throw a wrench into the workings of a server and possibly lead to player deaths, the biggest (and most dangerous) aspect of lag was its effect on respawning.

There were too many stories, too many tales about how people just… disappeared after they died. Eaten up by the endless, unforgiving expanse of the void that whispered beneath bedrock.

Just thinking about it made you shiver.

Lag was easy enough to manage on most servers, there really only being ten to twenty players on average per world. However, that was when you were speaking about average players- those who made their way through life goofing around with friends, perhaps even entering some low-level Hypixel competitions, but never really going beyond that. 

Even the Dream SMP, despite how glitchy the server got during Doomsday, never really had an issue with those sorts of things. Any big Redstone machines were either used only once, or were broken too quickly to make much of a difference in the world’s operation.

Compared to everything you had ever experienced, Hermitcraft itself was practically a myth- a beast of a server, filled with some of the most legendary players to grace the universe. It was a miracle that their worlds could handle the sheer enormity of their bases and builds, so in theory, it didn’t surprise you that their admin would have to take extra measures regarding lag safety.

However, that didn’t exactly mean you were expecting it when you ran into the world border, a giant, shimmering wall of magic and static electricity that resisted any attempt you made to breach it. A cage keeping you in, trapped where you would really rather not be.

It made sense to you, really. If players were kept within a small space, then the server wouldn’t have to use as much magic to support an infinite expanse. It was logical.

Still, it fucked up your plans, forcing you to settle in the eastmost chunk of land you could reach- an arid savannah biome. (You resolutely tried to forget a different savannah biome, swallowing back the sting of guilt-regret-guilt that threatened to pull you under)

Those first few weeks you dedicated yourself to the grind, getting as much food, supplies, and armor as you could, spurred on by the ever-present knowledge that you could be attacked at any time, have everything taken away once more. You worked your way through the cave systems that wound underneath your hastily constructed base. You set up an experience farm near one of the many spawners you had found, allowing yourself to invest just that little bit of time and effort to get levels.

All-nighters were common, nightmares even more so. The dark circles under your eyes were as well-worn as your armor, practically looking like bruises, and even on your best days you were never not aware of just how exhausted you were.

It was on one of the bad days that Xisuma decided to stop by for the first of his many little ‘trips’ to your base.

You had taken a quick break in between tasks, promising yourself that you would get back to work soon, but… well, you had nodded off, leaning against the trunk of the gnarled acacia tree you had left to shade your farm. It was comfortable there, where the warmth of the air and the shade of the leaves created the perfect temperature, and where you had taken off your heavy breastplate and helmet to shed some weight.

Your eyes slipped closed, and when you opened them, it was to see the silhouette of an armored figure looming over you.

You couldn’t even remember it- one second you were blinking awake, and the next you had pinned them down, one hand holding a dagger to his throat and the other pinning their wrists down. You were panting, great, heaving breaths that sounded almost like sobs, heart jack-hammering in your chest like it wanted to break free.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you choked out, your entire body trembling from fear and adrenaline.

They coughed, and all of the sudden you recognized the helmet, the armor, the dark eyes that watched you with equal amounts of shock and concern. Xisuma- the admin- was held under the weight of your body, glossy netherite armor digging into the soft of your belly through the flimsy shirt you wore. You had attacked the admin. The admin, who now had full reason to get revenge on you.

Your panic only grew at the realization. No- no. You were not going to have a panic attack right now. You couldn’t.

You were up and stumbling back before you could blink. “Fuck- I am so sorry. I don’t- I don’t even know what came over me. I shouldn't've- sorry, sorry.”

Slowly, carefully, Xisuma sat up, telegraphing his movements like one might do when faced with a frightened animal. You didn’t see that, though- all you could see were the weapons strapped to his belt, the 

The cloying fog of fear descended over you, threatening to send you spiraling into a panic. Your heart felt like it was racing a mile a minute, breaths coming faster and faster until the familiar sensation of nausea welled in your gut and crept up your esophagus. 

It could’ve been seconds or minutes you spent like that, unseeing, unfeeling, desperately trying not to gag, but when you dragged yourself back into consciousness someone was pressing your hands to their chest, ribs flexing as they took exaggerated breaths. Their voice slowly filtered through the fog of panic that set over you.

“-You need to keep breathing, okay? In for five, out for seven. Can you do that? Follow my breathing, like this.”

Finally registering the pinched and burning feeling in your lungs, you inhaled, the dizzying rush of oxygen making you lightheaded as you blindly tried to match the rhythm of the other person’s inhales and exhales. Their heartbeat thudded heavily through the flesh and bone of your hands, and you distantly noted that their accent sounded a lot like Xisuma’s.

Wait.

Glancing up through teary eyes (when had you started crying?), your gaze met smooth metal and glass, a familiar dark gaze, brows drawn heavy over his eyes into a concerned scowl.

Ah. That… makes more sense.

Distantly, you noted that Xisuma had very long eyelashes.

When you didn’t seem like you were about to pass out from hyperventilation, you removed your hands from where Xisuma had placed them on his chest, curling into yourself to appear smaller as you noted just how close together you were.

“I’m sorry,” you tried again, wiping away the few tears that had escaped from your eyes with shaking hands. “Didn’t know it was you.”

“Don’t apologize,” he responded almost immediately. It took the gentle squeeze of his hands for you to realize that he was holding your shoulders- not tightly, but enough so that warmth seeped through his gloves. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Hunching your shoulders, you desperately searched for any indication of his mood as he drew back- a clenched hand, stiff shoulders, anything, but the admin’s every movement was slow and nonthreatening. Controlled.

“I just wanted to check on you since none of the other Hermits have seen you since the start of the server. I’m sorry for scaring you so badly.”

A flicker of surprise flashed across your features before you schooled them into a scowl once more. “Yeah, well, maybe don’t fucking sneak up on me next time.”

Xisuma huffed a laugh. It didn’t sound amused. “I guess I deserved that.”

You eyed him then, screwing your lips into a deep frown as your gaze jumped from his mask, to his hands, to his mask again. After a moment, you abruptly exhaled and stood up, dusting off some of the dirt that had stuck to your armor.

“Alright, well, I’ve got work to do, so…”

He stared at you for a moment (and you could practically picture the dial-up noises his brain was making) before scrambling to his feet as well. 

“Wait- wait! Uh, is there- do you have panic attacks often?”

Your posture, which you hadn’t realized had relaxed somewhat, tensed once more. “What’s it to you?”

Xisuma stooped to pick up the breastplate he had taken off to help you, hastily affixing it to his frame before answering your terse question. He seemed uncharacteristically sheepish, running a gloved hand over the smooth dome of his helmet in what you assumed was a nervous tic.

“It’s important to me to be aware of people’s needs, being an admin ‘n all. Panic attacks are part of that, so I remember what triggers they have.”

Against your will, both of your eyebrows quirked up. It would be so, so easy for him to be saying that just to use your ‘triggers’ (weaknesses) against you. Hell- you had gone through this song and dance so often you could do it with your eyes closed. 

It’s too simple to get attached to someone when they said all the right things, easier so when they knew what they were, knew you, planned to string you along like a wooden marionette…

But, you had lived with a very good liar. Lied yourself. And Xisuma? You hadn’t known him very long, but some long-buried part of you recognized his sincerity and ached.

The knowledge hurt, stung more than when you had dove into the ocean with a couple arrows still stuck in you, but he wouldn’t use this against you.

Xisuma took your thoughtful silence as a negative, backpedaling quickly. “Of course, you don’t have to tell me, you’ve barely even met me. Sorry for being pushy, I’ll just take my leave-”

“I don’t like surprises,” you said, interrupting him cooly. “I don’t like TNT, rockets… loud sounds in general are pretty shit- and that includes yelling. Green, too, but that’s mostly bright green. On bad days I can’t really stand it at all. And… I don’t like not seeing people’s faces. Stresses me out.”

He seemed too shocked to speak, the muscles of his throat working for a moment as if he was opening and closing his jaw, before exhaling deeply. The sound was relieved, if a little breathy. “Great. Well, not great, but- y’know. Thank you. For telling me.”

You huffed, stuffing your buzzing nerves deep, deep down. “Yeah, yeah. Keep it moving, I’ve got work to do.”

Suffice it to say, you see a lot more of a certain masked admin after that. (Not him, never him, but the change isn’t entirely unwelcome)

It irked you at first, having to contend with visits that reminded you a little too much of better worse times, an unfeeling porcelain mask and raised voices in dark rooms; being watched, kept pliant and tucked out of the way. But Xisuma’s presence once you got past his appearance was so, so much different.

Dream had always reminded you of the ocean, stormy and beautiful and alluringly dangerous. The comparison was even more so fitting once you had gotten past his mask- not his real one, but the facade of friendliness- and realized that he was as deadly as a riptide current.

If Dream was the ocean, then Xisuma was the endless night sky, constant and comforting. He never pushed you to talk during his visits, never toed the line of your boundaries or asked why you couldn’t talk about certain things or couldn’t listen to certain songs. It was almost as if he didn’t want anything from you- which, of course, was total bullshit, but the thought was nice anyway.

Against your better judgement, you could almost call him a friend.

The two of you were sitting on your porch one evening when you finally worked up the urge to ask the question that had been tearing at the back of your mind, watching as the eggshell blue sky slowly bled and burst into a riot of orange and pink.

“Why are you doing this?”

Xisuma looked up at you, the side of his helmet brushing against your legs from where he was propped up against the siding. “Hm?”

You gestured vaguely with a hand, cheeks heating slightly. 

“Y’know, visiting ‘n all? I thought it was to- to watch me like D-” your voice failed, and you cleared your throat awkwardly before you went on. “Like he did. But, uh, you’ve been around for a while and you haven’t made any moves, so… what’s up?”

He stared at you for a moment, silent, and you hastily looked away from his face, picking at the material of your pants. They were some kind of super-durable fabric that Impulse had given to you for helping him with his Redstone farm, and the sheer amount of pockets sewed into it had quickly made it the favorite pair you owned.

With Xisuma’s gentle coaxing, you had gradually began to interact more with the Hermits. It wasn’t anything too major, just helping them out with a few things here or there in exchange for payment. You knew business, understood it, so your dealings with them were easier to manage than any other social situation- or, Prime forbid, a festival.

The admin finally seemed to find his voice after a moment, turning fully to face you this time as he spoke. “Did you think think I was only here to- did you think I was guarding you?”

You shrugged, trying to keep the movement as nonchalant as possible. “I mean, it’s not like it hasn’t happened before.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, the curse tinged with a disbelieving sort of amusement.

A laugh tore itself out of your lungs. “Hels, X, I didn’t even know you could curse. Seems like your pristine reputation isn’t all that it’s made out to be, hm?”

He chuckled along with you, and, against your permission, you felt your muscles relax at the sound. Fucking- damn him. Damn him and his ability to make you feel safe, secure. Loved.

“I don’t know where you got that idea from. It’s not like I’m a nun,” he said, a grin curling the edges of his voice into something sunshine-soft, even as swathes of darkness cut across the sky above your heads. 

You rolled your eyes. “I dunno, with you I can never be quite sure.”

He was silent again, the two of you watching as stars flared and blinked into existence one by one. So silent, in fact, that when his hand slid up your calf you jolted.

“I would never- you know I could never be like Dream, right? Gods- I would never forgive myself for doing a fraction of the things he did.”

Inhaling sharply at the mention of the man who had broken your heart, broken you, you squeezed your eyes shut tightly before tears could begin to well up. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

Xisuma squeezed your leg comfortingly, and you could feel him shift closer until he was almost fully leaning against you.

“I love you.”

This time, you let the tears slip down your face.

Maybe you didn’t deserve a new start. Maybe it was too difficult, would take too much energy to get back on your feet again after being held down for so long.

But, if you could have this, then you wouldn’t mind giving it your best shot.

[shepard-ram]

Sleepy Hermit Headcanons

Fluff, No one asked for this but I will still present my daydreaming, no I'm not touch starved what are y'all talking about also thank you to the discord when I asked who to add, only to name like half of the whitelist. There are many more I want to be soft with in the hopefully near future so this is probably just a part one

Includes: Grian, Bdubs, Doc, Ren, Xisuma (Seprate)

Grian---

Aprently macaws sleep for 12 hours so yeah, goodluck waking up early with a bird boy resting after a day filled with heavy lifting

Will lay on top of you solely to make you completely disappear under his wings like a gaint colorful blanket

You can tell when he's finally waking up because he'll start nuzzling into you while making a bunch of chirping noises

It's adorable but dammit you woke up like three hours ago can you please move-

You've gotten into the habit of smoothing over his hair and feathers while waiting

Which, you can guess from the louder chirping that he enjoys it

Bdubs---

Goodluck having any sort of inconsistent sleep schedule, it might as well be a competitive sport with him

No matter what you're doing the minute the sun's touches the horizon you're gonna get dragged to the softest bed ever rather you want it or not

Uses you as pillow, it's impossible to get up without waking him up. Wake him up and you're being clung to and begged to go back to sleep

In the morning he's almost always awake before you. So you wake up with the positions switched, your head on his chest

He's still trying to keep you asleep as long as possible, at least you've gotten a proper night's rest

Doc---

It was a little awkward at first, metal arm, centaur body and all. But you found out how to make things work

Loves curling around you, crushing you into his chest, pressing your face into his furr, the whole thing

He's always making sure the blanket keeps the cold metal off your skin. You don't really mind it but he keeps doing it anyways

He hisses alot in his sleep, and if your crash course in creeper behavior served you right it's his equivalent of purring. It's sweet to think he feels that safe and relaxed with you

Being squished against his chest also means you can hear the soft tick of cybernetics alongside his heartbeat

Ren---

Part two of how in the world is it this comfort to cuddle with you you're like half metal-

You've woken up in some really weird positions to avoid the ol' steel pillow his chest and arm are

He's on the colder side, loves to bury his face in your neck. Not ideal (for you lol) during the winter, but at least he likes using you as a hot water bottle

Okay this was inevitable, ear scratches the puppy loves them. Will fight sleep just to keep enjoying the sritches

Talks in his sleep alot, the amount of storylines you've pieced together from his broken dialog is incredible

Xisuma---

Very half and half with who drags who away for some well deserved rest. At this point you might as well start keeping score

If you're the one getting him to bed then you often have to remind him that armor probably isn't the most comfortable pajamas for either of you-

If he's the one to get you in bed then he likes to mess with your hair as you drift off. That and little kisses. You of course return the gesture when it's you putting him to sleep

Has tried to get you to sleep with a group of axolotls. It was an... interesting experience. Napping in a pond isn't exactly your speed

Mornings are really sweet though, you'll both spend a while together chatting about the upcoming day while dozing off, the colder it is the longer it takes for either of you to get up

[lunar-writes-things]

16) Seeing Things

Y/n stared at Xisuma as he walked away and Y/n blinked before feeling their face heat up at the implications X had just said to them

Did he mean?

No

he couldn't have-

did he? 

... no. He must have meant their builds. 

Yeah! That was it! There was no way he was referencing to... them. 

Y/n shook their head and took in a deep breath. They were exhausted, especially since they finally relaxed for the first time in hours. Maybe... Maybe it would be okay to rest their eyes a little bit. 

They faded in and out of consciousness for the next few hours, never truly sleeping but never truly awake. As they were half asleep Y/n heard partying then, then quietness, and then more partying and finally, cleaning and whispers

"What should we do?" a familiar voice asked 

"Should we carry them?" Another asked 

"Are you strong enough to carry them Mumbo?" Someone else teased 

"Please He's a lanky and tall potato. His arms would probably break!" Someone joked 

"Someone should probably take him home. He's drunk." A girl spoke up 

"I'll drag him." Another voice said, this was the first voice again and it was almost fond "You get them Impulse." 

"Pearl you help Impulse," The second voice, now identified as Mumbo murmured and a hand stroked their head "I'll help Scar with Grian." 

"I really like them Impulse," A female voice said, they sounded so nervous "Goodness I hope they don't wake up right now." 

"Pearl do you like them or do you love them?" Impulse questioned  

A hand was massaging their scalp gingerly and two others were massaging their right hand and were laying on a soft and warm bed. Did it always feel this nice to be taken care of?

"How would you classify love?" Pearl asked "If it's wanting to be by their side more than anything in the world, wanting to not hurt them even if it hurts your teams chances at MCC, and letting them go even if I don't want to so they could be happy? Is it wanting to give them the moon? Is it wanting to press kisses along their most insecure features? Is it wanting to do everything in my power to make sure they smile every day?"

"Oh- You are down so bad." Impulse murmured, "Just like the rest of us." 

Pearl said something else but at that point, Y/n was already asleep again

^^^^^

"Y/n?" Mumbo walked through their starter base door with armfuls of quartz "I have some materials for your cathedral."

"Oh! You didn't have to!" Y/n grinned and opened their bag for the man (Potato?) to dump in their inventory "I really appreciate it!" 

"Of course!" Mumbo smiled and looked at Y/n like they hung the stars "Quartz is hard to get. I understand." 

Y/n flushed at the attention they noticed and shook it off. When they looked at Mumbo again and his face was the same 

huh 

It had been a week since Y/n had a dream of what she thinks was pearl and Impulse talking. Y/n didn't say anything nor did they act different, but the words still rung in their mind. It was... interesting to say the least.

Y/n was now seeing the small things her friends did for them

and they wondered if...

"Y/n!" Pearl, Scar and Grian stormed up to Y/n up on their cloud

They had just finished their cathedral after working on it for 4 days straight with no break and it was looking gorgeous. The white quartz, calcite, and polished diorite glimmered in the sun along with their respective stairs and slabs that detail the place. Withing the outside walls was a courtyard, with quartz bricks spanning the floors and hallways winding into the church part of the cathedral. Multicolored glass stained the inside of the cathedral with rainbows and gold and the lights shone bright amongst the spires. With the chairs being storage chests and the chancel being where their bed is placed and hidden from below the cathedral was almost finished with the interior.

"Hi!" Y/n smiled at the three turning around, almost falling when they attempted to take a step forward  "What do you guys think?" 

"It's beautiful Y/n," Scar validated and warm calloused hands gripped their shoulders, Y/n's knees buckling when they felt the comforting touch of Scar

"Oh goodness!" Grian exclaimed and moved to catch Y/n before stopping as Scar hooked his arm under their legs and carried them Bridal style 

"Let's get you to bed Y/n," Pearl said and pet their head once with a soft smile "You did wonderful on your cathedral." 

So their theory was right.... huh. Let's see what else

Y/n stared at Impulse as he worked on his factory. 

He was always so pretty. Not too lean but not to buff either. With the most gorgeous black eyes that sparkle like it has stars within it and soft-looking lips that would probably taste like candy. And don't get them started on his smile, it brightened up the room just like the rest of the boatem members and-

"-n! Y/n!" Impulse called them and waved his hand in front of their face 

"Hi!" Y/n smiled as they shook themselves out of their stupor "Sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. I've been like this with everyone all week." 

"Have you now?" Impulse asked and walked up to them before cradling the base of their head and pressing a gentle hand to their forehead and cheeks "Well, you're not sick. So that's good, have you been resting?" 

"Yes, I have. Trust me Scar has Bdubs visiting me every day so he can force me to sleep." Y/n groaned "I love Bdubs, he's awesome, but that hurts my ego knowing that-" 

At this point, Impulse put everything down to listen to Y/n with his full attention. Y/n flushed when they noticed this and turned to hide it. 

"Y/n?" Impulse asked them softly "Everything okay?" 

"Yeah!" Y/n squeaked out before clearing their throat "Yeah, Every- ahem- everything fine. Just a little flustered with all the attention you're giving me." 

"Oh hoho! You like my full attention on you?" Impulse asked and crowded them with a smirk teasing his lips only to receive a gentle hand to his face pushing him away while Y/n could barely look him in the eyes

... What was this feeling? ... Is it? No, it can't be... not after.... him. 

"Y/n!" Stress came up to their door with a smile almost stumbling as they landed in front of Y/n as they opened the door "Perfect you're here!" 

"Hi Stress," Y/n smiled at the girl with pink roses in her hair "What can I help you with?" 

"Gem and I wanted to invite the girls to a sleepover!" Stress smiled and gave Y/n an invite within a beautiful sage green envelope 

"I appreciate it!" Y/n smiled "But I'm not exactly a... girl?" 

"Well, whatever you are! You're well liked by the girls and I so we have adopted you into it." Stress joked "Anyway, Time and date is tomorrow at 6pm. Bring snacks and blankets! Okay we'll see you there bye!" 

The next day, Y/n arrive at Gem's base a little bit early. They were excited and could barely wait for the time to come so they had busied themselves with finishing their megabase. Halfway through the season and they finished.

How slow

Gem was waiting outside and lit up when she noticed the godling who had just came. Soon, Stress, Cleo and False joined the two and everyone gathered inside the warm home. 

"Where's Pearl?" Y/n asked once they realized the other boatem member wasn't there 

"Oh! You didn't know?" Gem asked "I figured you would. Pearl couldn't come. She went on vacation to a new dimension. Said she'll be back in a week or so." 

"Oh-" Y/n said, voice dropping to a whisper 

why were they so upset? It wouldn't be the first time they left for another dimension. Why'd did it hit so hard now?

"Yeah, it sucks they couldn't make it." Cleo muttered "Moving on, What snacks did you guys bring?" 

"I made some cookies!" Stress smiled and held up a plate of cookies wrapped in napkins that look homemade 

The rest of the girls chimed with something they made, maybe a snack or some sort like that. It ade Y/n feel extremely embarrassed knowing they made a full meal for each of them. 

"Y/n what did you make?" Cleo asked 

"I made- uh- I made dinner." Y/n smiled softly and pulled out the containers from their pile of things "It's simple, Steak, mashed potatoes, caesar salad, and well, cake." 

"woah!" Gem exclaimed "You made all of us dinner?"

"well, yeah! I figured everyone would bring some snacks so I made dinner so we would have a full meal... was it the wrong idea?" Y/n asked with a slight flush to their face 

"I see it now." Cleo whispered to false who smirked 

"Same." False smiled softly as Y/n while they were being bombarded with praises from Gem and Stress 

"Soooo," Stress chimed in, a sly smile on her face "Do you have any crushes? Or partners yet?" 

Y/n spit out their drink. It was barely midnight! WHY WERE THESE QUESTIONS HAPPENING NOW????

"I think its time for me to head to sleep-" Y/n attempted to make an excuse and dip only to be pulled back into Cleo's lap and being held 

Curse Cleo for being overly observant of them melting into everybody's hugs 

"Oh no you don't!" Cleo said 

"You can tell us! We promise we won't tell anyone!" Gem pleaded 

"yeah Y/n!" Stress spoke up 

False watched from the background with a mischievous smirk and arms crossed under her chest. 

"I- I don't have anyone I can think of that counts as a crush," Y/n said with a pout "Plus, I doubt anyone would take interest in me like that anyway!" 

"What about Grian?" Gem asked, "Or Impulse... or Pearl... or Mumbo.... or Scar?" 

"Wha- Why bring up their names?" Y/n asked, "They're my best friends." 

"Are they now?" False asked and quirked up an eyebrow 

"Yeah!" Y/n smiled proudly 

There were murmurs of words between the girls and the one sticking out the most was "oh they're oblivious-oblivious." 

"When you think of them what do you think of?" Stress asked 

"Well, I think about Boatem," Y/n responded 

"What else?" False urged Y/n on "Surely there's gotta be something outside boatem." 

"Well, I think of how they take care of me. I think of how they woke me up with water and then for the entire day we all terrorized each other and the rest of the server, I think of when they preened my wings and made me dinner, I think of the countless times they carried me to my bed when I was closed to passing out or was passed out.

"I think of their smiles and how they laugh, I think of how Grian's wings flutter when he's excited, how Scar's eyes crinkle when he smiles, ho pearl's eyes twinkle when they see the stars, how impulse's imaginary tail wags when he sees the color yellow, how mumbo always smells like a crackling fireplace with a hint of redstone spice. How they look at me like I put the sun and moon in the sky as if I was some sort of angel that blessed them. 

I..." Y/n began to trail off "I see the way they smile at me. I notice how my heart warms when I look at them. How they make my head dizzy with pure joy anytime they're around me. How... I see how I know I care for them in some of the weirdest ways I've ever seen anybody care. I see them... for everything they are... and I adore them for that. " 

There was a thunderous silence until someone spoke up after what felt like hours 

"Y/n," False looked at Y/n their face pained and lips pursed "You're in love with them." 

"What?!" Y/n felt their face flush red, even after everything they had just admitted, "NO! They're my best friends! How could I be in love with them? I just really like hanging around them all the time, and maybe I purposely overwork myself so they can take care of me, and sure I have a history with 4 out of the five and maybe I love their smiles and everything about them, and Okay, Fine, maybe I wanna kiss their pretty lips until we both can't breathe but that doesn't mean i'm in love with them! Not all of them!" 

Y/n panted after their short monologue, talking so fast with so little breath in face of trying to deny their feelings and defending themselves. 

"Y/n-" Stress gaped at them and Gem and Cleo were in the background laughing their asses off "Y/n darling, what was the last thing you said?" 

"I'm not in love with them?" Y/n asked

"The other last thing," Gem said still laughing 

"I wanna-" Y/n paused as they went over the sentence again "Oh... Oh."

and Suddenly, Y/n was very happy Pearl was on a vacation and not with the other girls and them.

[midnightisagaygoat]

An exciting memory from an exciting night

hels x reader x Midnight(my character) x Ex

Ex is called Ethan and hels is called Fern. I/Me/Myself pronouns bc from reader’s pov.

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I am sat in my bedroom with my three lovers beside and down in front of me as we all watch the tv. an hour long video of the concert we performed at before the moon crashed.

“Thank you for that amazing performance, NPG! Now, can we hear it for the final and biggest performance of the night? Next up on stage we have the Crystal Coded Sinners!” We all hear over the speakers as Ethan, Fern, Midnight, and I walked past the concert manager as she walked back-stage. Fern takes a seat at his drums, Ethan stood with his bass guitar, Midnight with their guitar and I stood at the mic in the centre front of the stage.

“How are all the people out here tonight?” I speak though the mic as I take the mic stand to the back of the stage. From the crowd I can hear some incoherent yells form the many people who stood below the stage, behind the barrier. “Well, Let’s just start the first song now, shall we?” I asked as Midnight, Fern and Ethan started playing their respected instruments. “Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together, I need the other one to hold you, make you feel, make you feel better. It's not a walk in the park to love each other, but when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny you're worth it” I sang, Midnight and Ethan mothing closer together as I walked towards where Fern sat playing his drums. “Cause after all this time, I'm still into you” I continued as I approached Mid and Ethan, standing between the two, a smile making it’s way onto all of our faces.

Fern played louder as Mid, and Ethan played louder with him. “I should be over all the butterflies! But I’m into you” I sang loud and proud

“I’m into you” Mid repeated as they gave me a kiss to the cheek, Ethan giving my other cheek a small kiss.

“And baby even on our worst nights I'm into you”

“I’m into you”

“Let 'em wonder how we got this far, 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all, yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you” I sang, the crowd below the stage cheering us all on as we performed. “Recount the night

That I first met your mother. And on the drive back to my house, I told you that, I told you that I loved ya, you felt the weight of the world. Fall off your shoulder, and to your favourite song, we sang along to the start of forever” Me and Mid sang as he leaned back-to-back with Ethan, Fern joining in from the back.

“And after all this time, I'm still into you. I should be over all the butterflies, but I'm into you”

“I’m into you”

“And baby even on our worst nights! I’m into you”

“I’m into you”

“Let 'em wonder how we got this far, 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all, yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you” Mid, fern, Ethan and I sang together as the crowd joined in. “Some things just, some things just make sense, and one of those is you and I. Some things just, some things just make sense, and even after all this time, I'm into you. Baby, not a day goes by that I'm not into you”

“I should be over all the butterflies! But I’m into you!”

“I’m into you”

“And baby even on our worst nights! I’m into you!”

“I’m into you!”

“Let ‘em wonder how we got this far, ‘cause I don’t really need to wander at all! ‘Cause after all this time, I’m still into you!”

“I’m still into you! I’m still into you” I stop singing as Mid, Ethan and Fern finish up on their instruments for the song. When Mid and Ethan take my hands in theirs they take me to where Fern is sat and give each other, me, and Fern a kiss, making everyone in the sea of people erupt into cheers and cries, with excitement and joy clear in their voices.

 After the concert, Fern picks me up as Ethan picks Mid up with the excuse of not wanting to make the precious short lovers of theirs walk. I rolled my eyes as does Mid as he kissed Ethan’s cheek. Moral of tonight? Music brings people closer together than they already were. I love my three partners and they love me. Even more interesting things did happen, but I’ll save those three the embarrassment. But we even got engaged and I couldn’t be any happier.