Grian Oneshots!!

Those Late Nights [Angst] (Waffle Duo)

welcome back to the world-famous gameshow, how many months will it take me to write a oneshot!!!

3-4, apparently.

the idea for this oneshot hit me like a truck during school, literally while i was playing badminton with a friend and i was like OMG I HAVE TO WRITE THIS i've never felt so motivated in my entire life

this is not necessarily shipping them, but if you want to perceive it that way, go ahead

TWs:
- mentions of $u1c1d3
- talking about unmedicated mental illnesses
- bullying
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lmk if i should add anything to the list, and as always, enjoy!

<3

If you had asked Mumbo a decade ago where he thought he'd be right now, he'd never in a million years think that this would be it. Don't get him wrong, life on Hermitcraft has been exceptional--he's built new structures, invented new redstone contraptions, and made a lot of new, close friends. But no one would ever compare to Grian. 

Sitting on the edge of his comfy bed and staring out at the night sky, Mumbo feels his eyes start to close as sleepiness brought about by his antidepressants tries to take over his body, but he forces them open, refusing to succumb to the grasp of sleep. It's weird for him to think that at around this time, all those years ago, he'd be on his feet, running around on the dimly lit courts with his best friend. 

When Mumbo was 15 and still in high school, he struggled with an anxiety disorder. Despite the fact that he was undiagnosed and unmedicated--because his parents didn't want to pay for anything--Grian had been certain he had one. He seemed to know what he was talking about, so Mumbo didn't question it. 

Grian himself struggled with PTSD and unmedicated depression, which could at times impair him from functioning at school. But he and Mumbo helped and protected each other when the other was at their worst. From panic attacks in the school bathroom to sobbing over the phone. 

On one particularly bad night, Mumbo had rung Grian in a panic. He didn't even know why his fight or flight response had activated, it just did. Maybe it was the influx of homework, or maybe the same stupid argument his parents had every night. Whatever the cause, Mumbo had known that he needed help, and there was one person that he could be vulnerable with. 

"Mumbo?"  Grian's voice rang out, muffled through the phone. "What's up, dude?"

Mumbo had not responded. He was breathing heavily, trying to maintain control over his lungs. A singular tear fell onto the phone screen. 

Grian didn't need to be told twice. He knew what he had to do. Sure, it was risky, seeing as his parents were home, but Mumbo needed him, and that was well worth the risk. 

"Give me five minutes." The call ended. And Grian had kept true to his word. Five minutes later, a light tapping on his window temporarily brought Mumbo out of his head. Thankfully long enough that he was able to open the window, to which Grian climbed inside. He then comforted Mumbo until he was able to breathe normally again. Without a word, Grian stood up again, offering Mumbo a hand. He led Mumbo over to the still opened window and helped him climb out and reach the ground safely. Grian grabbed Mumbo's hand gently and started walking, and the two briskly walked along the sidewalk, following the flickering streetlights. 

Mumbo had no clue where Grian was leading him. He hadn't spoken a word since they had left his house, which made Mumbo nervous, but Grian seemed to be determined to reach his mental destination, which he had yet to share with Mumbo. He wasn't lost for that long though, as after about 10 minutes of walking, the two came upon a large, sturdy looking building. The town's athletic center.