I know I should PROBABLY write something legitimate, but honestly, I'm probably not gonna write much this weekend, so I might as well get this out here.

Oh, and I'm pretty sure like 50% of this'll be beetho fluff.

these are extra short btw

Enjoy!

#1: Crying

A weird type of hurt/comfort
Hex
Unfinished
TW for... crying? eh, it's pretty mild tbh

If there was one thing Xay hated, it was crying.

Emotions spilling out uncontrollably, turning you into a complete wreck of weakness, becoming vulnerable to just about anything?

Absolutely not.

But unfortunately for him, emotions did in fact exist, and there wasn't a lot he could do to stop them.

Xay hid himself deep in the Nether fortress, struggling against an overflow of uncalled for tears. Nothing had happened, nothing was wrong, and yet, somehow, he was crying.

It was humiliating.

Xay wiped some tears away, trying to compose himself, when he heard footsteps.

His heart stopped, and he shakily looked up to see Hels.

Hels.

Why did it have to be Hels? Unbreakable, perfect Hels. He'd never understand.

Xay grit his teeth, looking away from Hels's stare, though he could still feel the heat from a pair of burning red eyes.

"What do you want?" Xay hissed, folding his arms to rest on his knees.

Hels didn't respond.

Instead, he came closer, crouching down right in front of Xay. His expression remained neutral, but for half a second, Xay could've sworn it softened, even just a little.

"I said," Xay cursed his voice from shaking. "What do you want?"

"I want to know who hurt you," Hels replied coolly. Xay blinked. It certainly wasn't the reaction he'd expected.

"No one hurt me, idiot," he grumbled. "And nothing happened either. So don't bother with your stupid act."

"So what? You're crying for no reason?" Hels challenged. Xay narrowed his eyes and diverted his gaze, hating that Hels's sarcastic words were actually the truth.

I apologize for having to leave it there KJDHKDA

#2: The Worst Biome
Flangst!
Hels, Ex, Badtimes, and True
Finished!
TW for implied trauma and mentions of scars- also swearing!

It had started with an innocent conversation that had sparked up in Hels Kitchen. A simple debate of the absolute worst biome the world had to offer.

"It's snowy plains," Hels insisted. "That place is absolutely horrific."

"Snow sucks," Badtimes agreed. "But come on. Swamps are worse. They're humid and gross and just generally horrible."

"At least they're not frigid!" Hels shot back. "Like snowy plains."

"I'd argue snowy mountains are worse," True chimed in. "Have you heard of powdered snow? That shit is out for blood."

"You're all wrong," and they all looked up to see Ex striding over to their table in the diner. "None of those are the worst biome."

"Oh? Then what is?" Hels challenged him.

"The Void," he said simply.

"There's an entire race dedicated to living in the Void," Badtimes snorted. "It can't be that bad."

"Not that level, dumbass," Ex sneered. "The final level."

"Level?" True asked. Ex nodded.

"There are three levels of the Void, in the End," Ex explained. "Right beneath the islands is where players die. However, if you're a Voidwalker, you'll survive the fall and 'land' on empty space." he made air quotes on the word 'land'.

"That's as far as you can go without commands," he continued. "But there's a third level. The Void of the Banished. If you're banned, that's where you go. That's the worst biome."

"Could you even call that a biome?" Badtimes said.

"Sure you can," Ex replied with a shrug.

"What happens when you're banished?" True demanded.

"Shit happens," came Ex's blunt answer. "The Void doesn't kill you like anything else this world has. It takes years. For most, one or two, maybe three. But for me, I could survive up to ten years in that hellhole. The absolute joys of being a Voidwalker."

"Ten years of constant pain?" Badtimes whistled. "Gotta admit, that sucks."

Something darkened in Ex's red eyes, but Hels was pretty sure he was the only one who noticed.

"It's worse," Ex muttered. "It plays with your brain. Breaks you down, bit by bit. There's no time down there. No one other than you and the voices. You lose yourself, start forgetting the faces of the people you knew. The only thing you really know is the Void, because you just know that'll be the last thing you ever see. For almost everyone, it is."

He took a breath before going on. "I'm surprised I survived it. Hell, I'm surprised that it's even possible to survive it. And you don't even notice the physical scars until you get out. That is, if you get out." He paused at their mildly to moderately concerned faces, giving a small laugh. "Sorry. Got kind of carried away."

"You're fine," Hels said dismissively, marking the end of that conversation.

Another debate sprung up between the four, but as it went on, as Hels progressed through his day, all he could think about was the dark flash of fear he'd seen in Ex's eyes.

He certainly wouldn't forget it any time soon.

honestly love writing badtimes and true- should do it more often haha

#3: Three Words
Fluff! Tooth-rotting fluff!
Beetho :D
Finished but short-
No TWs!

"Hey, Etho," Beef said, grabbing his boyfriend's arm. "Before you go." and then he flashed a gentle smile that was accompanied with a light blush, the combination sending Etho practically spiraling.

"Hm?" Etho asked, trying to mask his emotions.

"I love you," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of Etho's face. Etho slowly pulled his mask up, a blush meeting his own face. His eyes darted away, because apparently he could handle countless kisses, but couldn't handle a simple three word confession. Maybe it was just the way that Beef said it, the way that the emotion- dare he say love- sparked in Beef's eyes, the way-

Crap. Beef was waiting for an answer.

"Uh- y-yeah," Etho stumbled over his words. "Um. S-same."

The flush on his face grew brighter with embarrassment as the word he'd spat out clicked in his mind.

"S-sorry-" Etho scrambled for a recovery, only digging himself deeper. "I didn't mean- you know- I just- loveyoutoo!" the final words came out in a rush, and after them, Etho just buried his face in his hands as the heat burned hotter.

Beef's laughter met his ears as strong arms wrapped around him in a hug. Etho shook with his own laughter, though he was humiliated beyond measure.

"Pretend that didn't happen," Etho mumbled. A chuckle rumbled through Beef's chest as he kissed the top of Etho's head.

"No promises, snowflake," he teased, letting his lover go. "See you later!"

And admittedly, even after Etho left, when he placed a hand over his heart, it was still racing.

the second-hand embarrassment is strong with this one.

#4: Definitely A Secret
Also fluff!
Beetho, Bdubs, and Doc!
Unfinished/Cliffhanger
No TWs!

Bdubs turned the knob and opened the door to Etho's room, mouth opening to shout something obscure like "ARISE ARISE, THE DAY IS NEW-" or "WAKE THE HECKITY HECK UP-". Instead, the moment the door swung open, a robotic hand found its way clamped over Bdubs's mouth. When the builder turned his accusatory glare to Doc, the hybrid merely put a fleshed finger to his lips and pointed.

Laying on the bed were both Beef and Etho, basking in each other's embrace. Soft smiles were on either one of their faces, even in slumber, and their faces were aglow with the warm sunlight that poured through the window.

Bdubs quickly shut the door again, but there was an undeniable crap-eating grin building on his face. He covered his mouth with his own hand and silently squealed, fanning around his other hand like a schoolgirl after her first interaction with her crush.

Doc quickly guided him away from the bedroom door before letting him loose, watching fondly as Bdubs whisper-squealed, cheeks hurting from smiling.

"Finally!!" he cried, still speaking softly. "Only took them like seven years!!"

"Eight," Doc corrected, still seemingly calm.

"Eight years!!" Bdubs amended. "How long have they been dating??"

"I'd be willing to bet that it hasn't been long," Doc mused. "A week, probably." Bdubs scoffed.

"Please," he argued. "I'd go for at least two weeks." Doc shrugged.

"More importantly," he said instead. "Are they going to tell us, or are they going to pretend to just be friends?"

"I guess we'll have to see," Bdubs said, grinning. "Don't mention it to them. Oh, and that bet you mentioned? It's on." Doc's lips sharpened into a smirk.

"Then we'll have to wait and see who's right."

who was right? we'll never know!

#5: Blush
Fluff... again! Never enough fluff.
Beetho (also again!)

Finished-ish
No TWs!
(The prompt here was the first six lines of dialouge :D)

Beef blinked at Etho, looking him up and down. A crap-eating smile started to grow on his face, causing Etho to arch a silver eyebrow expectantly.

"Are you... blushing?" Beef finally asked, still with a stupid- and rather punchable- grin on his face.

"What?" Etho snorted, but he was given away by the hints of red around his mask only growing brighter. "No."

"Did I get the ever-stotic, hardcore, seemingly emotionless Etho to blush?" Beef snickered, stepping closer and stealing Etho's hands, holding them both in a warm grip.

"No," Etho mumbled, his eyes flickering away from Beef's gaze. He shifted in his spot, probably getting even more flustered. "It's- it's the cold."

"Hm," Beef hummed. "It's the cold. And not because I'm sayin' 'the way you smile with your eyes is absolutely adorable, and I bet the rest of you and your face is too'?" Somehow, Etho unlocked a new shade of red.

"N-no-" Etho stammered, his voice cracking on the simple word. Beef ran his thumbs over the backs of Etho's gloved hands, relishing the way Etho tensed up before relaxing ever-so-slightly. His eyes fixed on his and Beef's hands, staring at them with the intensity of the sun itself.

Instead of trying to meet Etho's gaze, he let his eyes sweep over the man in front of him. Etho was gorgeous, with soft, snowy hair and heterochromatic eyes that glistened with a thousand emotions. Each scar was pretty. All of his features were pretty. It was practically impossible for anyone to be able to take their eyes off of him.

A sudden pressure on his hands caught Beef's attention, making him glance down to see Etho gently squeezing them. Beef smiled again and used the grip to pull him a little closer. Etho finally looked up to meet his eyes, squeezing Beef's hands again.

"You were right about the cold, though," Beef finally said. "Let's get inside." Etho nodded, letting go of Beef's hands.

And while he didn't comment on it, Beef certainly didn't miss the slight disappointment in Etho's eyes.

someone help them sort themselves out, the gays /lh

#6: Being An Admin Comes With Surprises
Fluff and ever so slightly suggestive
Xisuma, Wels, and Bdoc (plus the rest of the Hermits are there, they're just more implied)
Half finished, just has a crappy ending
TW for bein' slightly suggestive
(if I was sorry, I'd apologize)

"What is one thing about being an Admin that none of us know about?" Wels asked.

Xisuma blinked. "A 'thing'?"

"Just something," Wels said with a shrug. "Something good, something bad, something interesting. Just anything." Xisuma paused to think, leaning back on his hands.

"Oh," he finally chuckled. "So, as an Admin, you get access to player codes. Normally, you see pretty normal things in there. For one, species," he gestured at himself, "For me, it reads 'Voidwalker'. But there's also this counter. Everyone has one, the number being pretty much anything from about zero through ten, at least on the server. The ends of that number spectrum, the lows and the highs, are a lot less frequent than the numbers towards the middle.

"For the most part, the number didn't seem to change. I didn't know what it meant, so I just hoped that it wasn't anything important. But one day, both Doc and Bdubs's counters went up one, and then at the server meeting that morning, Bdubs walked in looking like he'd just fought through a windstorm."

The realization clicked for everyone at the same time.

Loud laughter bubbled in the room as Bdubs turned five shades of red in half a second before shrieking at everyone.

"I don't know what I expected," Wels remarked once he regained his composure. "But it certainly wasn't that."

that's it. that's the whole drabble.

#7: Finals.
Fluff (again)
Beetho (again)
Pretty much finished, just short :D
No TWs!
(highschool au, prompt was "It's finals week and you forgot you have a math exam today. Now you're screaming into your hands while laying on the ground and I'm laughing hysterically while trying to read equations to you."

"So," Etho said, sitting down on the floor of Beef's room. He was sleeping over at Beef's place for the night. "Ready for your math final?"

"My..." Beef trailed off, before his face was set with terror. "Oh my god."

"You did not," Etho breathed out, staring at him in shock.

Beef laid on his back, buried his face in his hands, and promptly started to scream.

Etho burst out laughing, ripping open his backpack to find his notes. His hands shook from laughter, and he was barely able to manage flipping to the right page.

"Distance formula!!" Etho's voice was broken beacuse of his nonstop giggles. "The square root of 'y' two minus 'y' one squared plus 'x' two minus 'x' one squared!"

Beef continued to scream.

"Quadratic formula!" Etho's chest hurt from laughing. "Negative 'b' plus or minus the square root of 'b' squared minus four 'a-c' over two 'a'."

"Don't bother!" Beef cried dramatically. "I'm going to fail!!"

"No, you're not!" Etho shot back, still laughing hysterically. "Despite being the densest idiot I know, you're not gonna fail. You'll be fine."

"Densest and cutest idiot," Beef corrected him. Etho rolled his eyes even though he didn't necessarily disagree.

"Whatever you want to believe," Etho joked. "Come on, old man. Get the information inside your head!!" Beef huffed.

"I'm only a month older than you!" he retaliated.

"Worst month of your life," Etho dropped a wink on the words.

"You suck."

"So do you," Etho said calmly. "Now shut up, I'm trying to make sure you don't fail math."

And even though Beef's hands were still covering his face, Etho could see him smile.

beetho highschool au SUPREMACY

#8: New Years
Fluff (again)
Beetho (again)
Finished!

No TWs!
(Prompt: Etho and Beef spending their New Year's Eve at a party with their friends and sharing their New Year's kiss in front of everyone.)

It was New Years Eve, and the Hermits had decided to throw a party to celebrate. The clock was ticking down to midnight, two more minutes until they could all pretend like the New Year meant anything more to them than just an excuse for a party.

Beef sat in a small group with the rest of the nHo, watching as Doc and Bdubs bickered over something small. Soon enough, though, his gaze drifted over to Etho, who was watching the argument with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

The pair had been dating for a while now, but kept it private. Not even Doc or Bdubs knew. Beef wouldn't mind it, but he wasn't really sure if Etho was okay with it- he never really got around to asking.

"One more minute!" Bdubs finally diverted the conversation.

Do I kiss him? Beef found himself wondering. Can I kiss him??

It was only when Etho caught his gaze that he realized he'd been staring at his boyfriend for an extended period of time. Beef flushed and looked away, hoping Etho didn't really notice.

The clock struck midnight, and before Beef could form any cohesive thought, soft lips were upon his and Etho was kissing him like never before. Distantly, he could hear Bdubs squeal, but it hardly even registered in his brain through his blur of solely Etho.

They broke apart after a few more moments, Etho slightly panting. While Doc looked moderately happy, Bdubs was practically screaming with joy, and a handful of other Hermits were cheering in the background.

And under the eyes of the entire server, Beef grinned, and then kissed Etho again.

tbh I'm too tired to think of anything clever to say here-
uh
gay

#9: Cereal
TANGDAPH!
...still fluff-
Finished!
No TWs!
(the original prompt was "Tango getting up in the middle of the night to make a snack and accidentally waking up Zedaph because he didn't stop the microwave's obnoxious beeping in time.", but I kinda diverted from it ajkdhak)

This, Tango thought as he took out a bowl from the cabinet. Takes 'living life on the edge' to a new level.

He was in the kitchen. It was one in the morning. And he was making a bowl of cereal for himself.

Zedaph was also asleep on the couch in the living room, around ten feet away from him.

It's cereal, Tango thought firmly, selecting a box and, as quietly as humanly possible, pouring it into the bowl. Cereal is quiet!!

Tango poured the milk, then went to grab himself a spoon. To his horror, it dropped out of his hand, landing on the floor.

On a normal day, this would be rather quiet, but in this situation, it sounded like the great orchestra of fallen spoons had blasted their symphony at full volume.

"Shi- shutupshutupshutup-" Tango whisper-screamed, stepping on the spoon out of impulse to stop the noise. He glanced over at Zed, practically holding his breath.

Zed shifted, and to Tango's dismay, blinked his eyes open and slowly sat up.

"Tango?" he mumbled. "What're you doin'?"

"Shhh," Tango whispered. "Go back to sleep."

"Are you... are you eating cereal?" Zedaph said slowly. "In the middle of the night?" Tango's cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

"Um-" was all he managed to get out before Zedaph stood up, got out his own bowl, and within a minute, had joined Tango at the table without another word.

"I'm so glad I'm not the only one who does this," Zed breathed out. Tango burst out laughing.

"Oh, I'm never letting you go!!" he joked. Zed giggled.

"Good."

heavily inspired from a legitimate interaction I've had with my sisters

#10: Coffee Shop
tangdaph!
fluff!
Finished, but could easily have more material to it
No TWs :D
(Prompt: Zedaph is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Tango's name on purpose.)

Zed waved the last customer off, calling out a 'have a good day!'. Working at a coffee shop was fairly uneventful, but it was still a great job, considering that it was an easy way to get to know all the local caffeine addicts.

Speaking of, the next person to make their way over was someone new. He had electric blonde hair, extraordinary red eyes, and was honestly pretty cute.

"Hey! What can I get you?" Zed asked, smiling. That was neutral enough for him to use the response to try and figure out what kind of person this guy was.

"Can I get a caramel latte?" he requested. Zed nodded, typing in the order. (a/n: I don't know coffee. just go with it.)

"Anything else?" came the practically automated clarification.

"Nope!" the other replied.

"And can I get a name for the order?" Zedaph said.

"Tango," the cute stranger replied.

That caught Zedaph off-guard.

"Tango?" he echoed. "Like- like the dance?"

Tango snickered. "Yep. Parents felt creative." Zed burst out laughing at that.

"Tango, okay," he finally said after Tango had paid. "It'll be like, five minutes."

Tango gave him a thumbs-up before going to sit down.

The order came around, and instead of doing the normal thing, Zedaph decided to mess around a little.

"Order for Macarena!" he called out, staring straight at Tango, who glanced up as he said it. Confusion was written on his face, but upon locking eyes with Zedaph, the gears turned in his brain and seconds later, realization hit.

"You jerk!" Tango laughed, coming up to take his order.

"It was too good to pass up," Zedaph admitted.

"I'm just gonna call you 'A', now," Tango declared. Zedaph blinked.

"'A'?" he asked.

"Like, Zed," Tango explained, gesturing at his nametag. "Zed, like the letter of the alphabet."

"Ohhh!!" Zedaph laughed. Tango grinned.

"I'll see you around, then," he said. Zed waved him off with a smile.

"See you, Macarena!"

Tango snorted out a laugh before leaving, and within seconds, Grian came up behind him.

"Should've asked for his number," he remarked. Zedaph scoffed, undeniable red dusting his face.

"Shut up."

Should I continue this and make it a oneshot?

Okay! That was a lot! And again, half beetho and eighty percent fluff!

Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless, though!

-Storm