hey hey— i loved the angsty c!grian x reader fic (the newest one you uploaded, i mean), and was wondering if you'd do a sequel for it? not forced, obviously
as for a plot, that's entirely up to you!! i don't have any ideas atm so feel free to write whatever you want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
thanks in advance if you do this !! /gen
Hi there! Thanks for the request! I had a bit of inspiration strike, so I hope you enjoy! The anon's talking about this fic!
Regrets Are Sweet (But My Heart is Stronger)
c!Grian x gn!Reader (one-sided)
Summary: You’ve moved on, but he doesn’t know.
Notes: Angsty, unrequited love (but reversed this time :3), could be read as mild yandere. The server that the reader has moved to is left up to you, pick your favorite!
This place is peaceful. You’ve carved out a nice little life for yourself on this server, made new friends and found a place for yourself among them. Here, you can walk around without seeing his builds, talk to people without hearing his voice, and live without a remnant of him in your mind. It’s been months since he’s crossed your thoughts.
“Thanks for the help!” You wave as the others strap on their elytras, waving back and blasting off with rockets to return to their homes. Turning, you smile. Your newest build stands proudly near your house, and despite the vast number of cows held inside, only a fraction of their “moo”s can be heard from where you are. The barn started as a personal project, but when your friends saw the skeleton of a build, they insisted on pitching in- and it’s all the better for it.
Sighing contentedly, you began to make your way back to the entrance of your home, stopping short when there’s a buzz on your communicator. Pulling it out of your pack, your eyes widen when you see the message in the general chat.
<Grian has joined the game.>
Why was he here? You stayed in place, frozen for a moment, unable to peel your attention from the message. Greetings came from your servermates, a couple questioning who he was, and he responded happily, unaware of your predicament.
Soon, another message came through:
<Grian whispered to you: Y/N! Where are you?>
It took a moment to register. Thinking for a heartbeat, you tapped out a response.
<You whispered to Grian: Don’t come to me. I’ll meet you at spawn.>
His next message was an enthusiastic acknowledgement. Stiffly, you packed a few essentials for traveling anywhere away from home, delaying as long as you thought was reasonable before setting out. Why had Grian come after you after so long, and after you left so abruptly?
When you landed at spawn, Grian was pacing at the top of a nearby hill. Upon seeing you, he grinned.
“Y/N! There you are!” He rushed forward, wings spread so he could make large leaps to clear the distance between you. Before he could hug you, though, you stepped to the side, and he pouted dramatically. “Is that any way to treat your ticket home?”
You stayed still, only tilting your head slightly. “What do you mean?”
He holds out a hand. “You can come home! Don’t you want to come back to Hermitcraft with me?”
“I am home.” Your expression remained blank. “I have friends here- family, even. You were the only one I was close to there, and that tie was severed long ago.”
Grian frowns slightly, gesturing pleadingly as he spoke. “Y/N, that tie isn’t severed. Look, I’m here! I want you to come home- I care a lot about you!”
Shaking your head, you stared at him. “I already told you. I’m staying here. I’m happy here, without you.”
“But I’m not!” He was speaking far too loudly, almost shouting in his earnestness. “Y/N, I love you!”
“You shattered my heart.” There was a chill to your voice that had never been directed at Grian before, and he stepped back. “There’s no room left there for you. I am happier and stronger without you.”
Turning, you began to leave.
“Y/N, wait!” He called out behind you. You heard the flutter of wings as he rushed forward, and you turned for a moment to glare at him. Grian shrunk back, but didn’t back down. “I’ve searched every server to find you. Please! Just give me a chance?”
You laughed. “You had every chance. You chose Mumbo and Scar, remember? I’m sure they’re waiting for you at home. Just leave, Grian.”
His head dropped, and he looked so sad you almost pitied him. “They’re… We’re not together anymore. They were never my first choice. It was always you, Y/N.”
It tore at your heart, the way your former friend looked back up at you. Grian reached out a hand again, tears plainly welling in his eyes. “Please, Y/N. I need you.”
And yet you set me to the side, every time. The words echoed in your brain, though you couldn’t bring yourself to say them out loud. “I’m not leaving my home. Goodbye, Grian.”
Turning once again, you didn’t hear any further pleads he may have made. Pulling out your communicator, you tabbed over to the map and began to return home.
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A little bit of madness
A retelling of the story of Smosh, through Shayne's eyes. And there's a lot of one-sided pining, internal turmoil and jealousy. I hope you like it!
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It's so crazy. I am happy for them of course. But how do you come back from having your friendship so destroyed, so betrayed, to being best friends again?
Shayne got a notification. He sat in the lunch room at the Defy building after filming a Smosh sketch. He looked at the e-mail he just received on his phone. His colleagues were all gasping, yelling and some were even crying. Everyone had gotten the same message:
"Effective immediately, Defy Media has ceased business."
It's not like he hadn't seen this coming. Shayne knew enough of the entertainment business that the 'business' side of it was stone cold and creatives were pretty much at the mercy of the machine.
But it still shocked him. He was finally free of his own worst demons - telling him he had failed in Hollywood, that he wasn't trying hard enough - and had settled into the grind that was Smosh.
He had finally found a home.
But now, now everything, his whole life, was crumbling around him. He watched, helplessly, as people started to day-drink, attempting arson and generally acting like it was the Purge.
Who was he, what was he, without Smosh?
As Shayne stood there, nailed to the ground, he suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
"Hey man. This sucks, doesn't it."
Shayne turned around and saw Ian there. He'd almost forgotten about Ian. This must be so much worse for him right now. First his best friend Anthony left him and Smosh, now this...
"So, is this it for Smosh?"
"No. We will overcome this, Shayne. I will make sure of it, I promise."
Shayne saw a look behind Ian's glasses, that he hadn't seen before. A little bit of madness, maybe. But also a fiery determination. And Shayne believed him. Ian's vow moved him. He didn't know him like this, like a leader. It made Shayne want to follow Ian to the end of the world if need be.
"How can I help?"
"Well, right now, people are ransacking the whole building. I'd say we save as much as we can and then get the hell out of here."
"Already on it." Courtney passed them, arms full of office supplies.
"Are you ransacking or saving?" Shayne joked.
"Come with me to find out!"
Shayne grabbed as many supplies as he could and scuttled after Courtney. When they got outside, two large moving trucks stood ready.
"How can you think so fast, Courtney? This is amazing."
"You know," they said, raising their shoulders. "I have kind of seen this coming."
"Yeah, me too."
"So, what comes after this, you think?" Courtney wasn't their usual cheery self. They were probably just as stressed out as Shayne was, no doubt. Their face was a bit paler than usual, and they looked at him for answers.
But Shayne genuinely didn't know.
"Ian will get us through this," he said determinately.
~
The following months, Ian really came through. Apart from working tirelessly behind the scenes to save the channels, he also invited the cast and crew to his house, just to party but also to work. He paid them himself.
Shayne grew more and more fond of Ian, but he didn't quite know how to communicate with him. He was such a mystery. Ian was struggling though, that much was clear. Shayne would always be the last one around to help tidy up and try to talk to Ian. But it was usually in vain.
"Hey Ian, so, how are you doing?"
Shayne took a sip of his beer. They stood on Ian's balcony.
"Yeah, pretty great. Ya know, I don't have a life, love or any free time, haha. As per yoush."
It was this kind of thing that made it impossible for Shayne to get through. Ian always hid behind irony.
"Oh, that sounds just great," Shayne joined in. "And yeah, same here."
They toasted.
"Has.... has Anthony contacted you?"
"Yeah, he texted me."
No elaboration. Shayne didn't dare to ask further.
"Hmm, okay."
Time went on. Ian showed up so extremely well, he made a deal with Mythical Entertainment, and Smosh was saved. Even during lockdown, he still got the cast and crew together, via Zoom or somewhere outside on an L.A. property. He made it work.
And just like Shayne had, everyone put their faith in Ian. Ian himself though, seemed very lonely, however hard everyone tried to connect with him. Shayne was desperate to help Ian somehow. He did wat he could. He worked tirelessly, putting his everything into the videos. And it did have an effect. The audience loved him and steadily grew.
The stronger Shayne felt about Ian, the more he started to resent Anthony. It seemed like Anthony was still there, or his absence was there, very tangibly. Of course Shayne joked about it all the time. It was a way for him to vent.
Anthony had always been nice to Shayne. When he first came to work for Smosh, he'd been perfectly pleasant.
But Shayne knew how to read people. And while Ian was impenetrable, Anthony was extremely easy figure out.
Anthony didn't like Shayne. He didn't want him to be there at the time, him or any of the other new cast. But he didn't just leave the company, he also left his best friend. Because at first Ian believed Anthony would still be in touch. When that appeared not to be the case, Ian had faded into the background. That is, until he saved the company from the brink of death.
~
Lately, something was different. But Shayne didn't know what it was. Ian seemed extremely happy, very out of character, or maybe back IN character, whichever it was. Even though he still didn't communicate well, Shayne was happy for him. To see him be so funny, to see him finally doing something about his wardrobe and fitness. Maybe he'd met someone... Shayne didn't quite know why that thought annoyed him.
"Can you believe how good Ian looks today?" Tommy whispered. They stood at the coffee corner.
"Yeah, it's amazing. He's transforming before our eyes. What is happening?"
"All I know is, I'm in love."
"You're always in love with everyone," Shayne joked.
"Yeah, I am still into you too, mister Topp, don't you worry," Tommy joked back. Then he looked at Ian again, who was talking to Courtney across the room. Shayne looked as well. Ian was talking animatedly, making jokes. Courtney was losing it laughing. They kept fixing their hair unnecessarily. Flirting behavior.
~
"Well, that's the end of Let's Do This."
Ian gave a speech for the cameras, and everyone who worked on the show came on screen to say farewell to the successful format. Why it had to be axed, Shayne didn't know. It was a lot of work to make, but the final product was so cool, so fresh and had such a high production value, it was totally worth it in his mind.
"This show is ending for a very good reason," Ian continued.
Shayne had no idea. Just that every show on the main channel was getting axed and they were given a holiday after this shoot. Was he still gonna have a job after this?
~
Shayne fell into a hole again mentally, during the break. He was overthinking everything, overanalyzing. Was Ian happy because he was going to use Smosh main to do his own show and break away from Pit and Games? Was he selling it off for cash? What was he up to?
Shayne went to work out to get his mind off things. When he got out of the gym, he saw Ian had called him. He called back.
"Hey man, how's the holiday?" Ian said in a cheery voice.
"Yeah, it's pretty good. How about you?"
"I'm really good! In fact, do you wanna come over?"
Shayne's hart suddenly raced. Was Ian inviting him to a private dinner?
"Um, I don't know, uhh," he stumbled over his words.
"It's about Smosh, I want to talk to you about some stuff, it's pretty important."
Oh. So it was just work. Was Ian going to tell him he didn't have a job anymore? Suddenly, Shayne's appetite had vanished.
"I'm sorry Ian, I'm on vacation right now, I will talk to you when I get back. Okay?"
"Yeah, no worries man!"
~
"Holy shit."
Shayne stood nailed to the ground once more. What had just happened? The room around him was erupting in cheers and claps. People were laughing, some even cried. Ian and Anthony were hugging and high-fiving. They just bought Smosh.
"What are they gonna do? What do they think of me and Courtney, and Keith and Noah, and Amanda and Arasha and Angela and Olivia and Chanse and... what are we gonna do?"
Shayne's rambling thoughts were disrupted by a warm hand on his shoulder. It was Ian. And Anthony.
"Dude, your face!" Anthony joked and laughed. Apparently Shayne had worn a shocked expression.
"Wow, man, I'm just processing this, haha! Congratulations! Ian, this is amazing!"
Shayne hugged Ian, maybe a bit too tightly, too greedy. Anthony's negative micro-expression in his peripheral vision. Or did he just hallucinate that?
Ian though, smiled widely, and patted his shoulder.
"So, this is what I had wanted to talk to you about," he said.
"Yeah, I get that now, hahaha!" Shayne boomed. He was slowly settling into this new reality. Everything seemed a bit different. A little brighter, a little more intense. Exciting, sure. But it was very new. Very uncertain for Shayne.
~
Shayne was at home. He was watching the interview Ian did with Anthony.
"And if we burn it to the ground, I'm happy to do that with you."
Shayne's heart broke.
"Wow, he really loves him, doesn't he." Shayne replayed that sentence a couple of times. So that's why Ian had been so much happier lately. He was going around scheming with Anthony for the big reveal and their purchase of the company. It had nothing to do with him. He had been utterly unable to help Ian, and was now just a spectator to his joy and happiness.
"I guess that's how it is, huh."
~
At the office, Ian and Anthony - when he was there, as he also still had his own channel to worry about - were like two puppy dogs, playing, prancing, obsessed with each others' butts... Shayne had never seen Ian in this mood. What was it? Ecstatic?
"Hey, Shayne." It was Tommy.
"Hey. So, this is incredible, right? Anthony is back."
"It is like the conclusion to a great epic, like, what the hell. Have you ever seen Ian like this?" Tommy smiled at Shayne. "I didn't know he had it in him. I thought he was depressed, like me," he joked.
"His energy has completely changed, hasn't it?"
Tommy put his hand on Shayne's shoulder. Why did people love to do that?! Shayne didn't mind too much though. But he rather it be Ian.
"Our dads are back together," Tommy said dramatically. Shayne laughed.
"It's so crazy. I am happy for them of course. But how do you come back from having your friendship so destroyed, so betrayed, to being best friends again?"
"It does take a little bit of madness, I guess," Tommy philosophized. "And a little bit of love. Look at them. They are so into each other."
"Yeah, they sure are," Shayne said, a bit loud.
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Can I get some jealousy,,, for the people. Any pairing really, just love your angst!!
I’m sorry. You asked for jealousy, and I was in an angsty mood. There is no happy ending here; be warned.
If Only, If Only (A Single Thing Was Different)
c!Grian x c!Scar x c!Mumbo, c!Grian x gn!Reader (one-sided)
Summary: You’ve fallen in love with your best (only) friend, but he doesn’t know, and definitely doesn’t reciprocate.
Notes: Angsty, unrequited love, jealousy, isolating and depressed actions, parallels to suicidal thoughts and actions (though not explicit). Please be careful when reading. If it’s too much, stop reading! Please! Also, yes I know Minecraft doesn’t have a “___ is typing” message, but it’s for the angst!
You never thought you’d find love. Far too concerned with your builds, it wasn’t often that you got out to meet others. Most of your knowledge of the other hermits came from the serverwide announcements and the buzzing of your communicator; you rarely saw them in-person. The only person who you consistently saw was Grian, as the bird hybrid would come to hang out while you built.
The two of you were closer than close, and perhaps if something were different, you might have been more than friends.
But the Life Games began, and Grian teamed up with Scar for the first round. That was no issue, the two of them were friends. You thought that they were maybe a bit closer than you thought, with how well they knew each other.
Last Life came and went, and the Southlands rose and fell. In one case, quite literally. Grian and Mumbo stuck together this season. It was strange how they gravitated to one another.
And then came Double Life. The straw that broke the camel’s back. Grian was not your soulmate, despite how much you may have wished. Instead, he was with Scar.
When you returned to HermitCraft, Grian and Scar were constantly at each others’ sides. Mumbo joined their little group, and it wasn’t long until they announced that the three of them were dating.
You pulled away from the celebrations and congratulations thrown at the trio. Turning all your attention back to your building, you jumped into the work. Barely sleeping and barely eating, you didn’t even notice that no one came to visit. There were no familiar wingbeats from overhead, no joyous laughter from your friend. It was just you and the blocks.
Eventually, you stepped back. The build was finished. You turned, searching for the familiar companionship of Grian. He wasn���t there. It was just you.
With your build complete, what was there to work for? Without Grian there to pull you into something, who were you even building for?
It took a moment to turn on your communicator. You never really used it, without anyone to talk to. Scrolling up through your messages with Grian, you let out a small smile at every little reminder to eat, to drink, to sleep, the notifications that he was coming over.
The last message was three weeks ago. Nothing since the return to the server, and Grian, Scar, and Mumbo’s announcement.
Below, the cursor blinked. You began to type out a message.
<You whisper to Grian: I’m sorry. If only I could have told you. If only anything were different.>
<Grian is typing…>
<Y/N has left the game.>
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