Trott breaks up with Smith and has to deal with his own heartbreak in the aftermath; he underestimates the effects it would have him.

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Trott breaks up with Smith and has to deal with his own heartbreak in the aftermath; he underestimates the effects it would have him.

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Writing a fic based on The Division, itâs gonna be sad
Read it here:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6221863
Maybe I Was Wrong
Stay calm. Donât worry. Youâll be fine.
No matter how many times I say this to myself I still feel like a nervous wreck. In fairness, most people are nervous when they start university. I mean itâs a big deal, moving away from home, having to meet new people and just in general IâM AT UNIVERSITY FOR FUCK SAKE. Iâm sure once I settle down and meet people Iâll be fine. However I never was good at making friends, probably because I just liked sitting at home playing video games. Back home I only really had one friend - his name was Alex Smith - me and him just sat and played games all day, he was my only and best friend. I wanted him to come to university with me but he was a really talented singer and he was going to take a gap year to tour with his band . Donât get me wrong we both said we would still keep in touch and that at holidays and stuff we will meet up, so at least there is that to look forward to but for now it was just me in this big place myself.
I was meeting my class or lecture till tomorrow, today everyone was just moving into there rooms and meeting their room-mates. I got to my room and no one was there. Great I thought four years by myself, it seemed like a sign for what the rest of university would be like. Well might as well unpack. After I unpacked everything I went on my laptop, put my head phones in and started playing minecraft. I was just about to finish the last few touches of my base when all of a sudden I felt something tap my shoulder. I jump, nearly flinging my laptop off my lap. I took off my headphones and looked up. I was met by a young man about same age as me with piercing blue eyes and short black hair.
âHey mate, sorry I scared you.â The blue eyed man said. I just kept looking up staring at those incredibly blue eyes, they really were amazing. The man noticed staring so coughed slightly.
âItâs fine, sorry for staring but mmm who are you?â
âOhhh shit sorry, my names Ross, Ross Hornby. Iâm your room-mate.â
âOhhh my names Chris Trott.â
He grinned at me and then turned round and started to unpack.
âSo Chris what course you doing? Iâm doing film making and production.â
âIâm doing that course too.â I said little sheepishly.
âNo kidden. Well looks like we are going to be sending alot of time together Mr Trott.â Then giving me a wink. I felt my cheeks start to get warm and hoped that it wasnât showing.
âYeah, looks like it.â He give me another wink and then smile. Then he got back to unpacking. I couldnât help but watch him and and stare at him. He was a tall guy at least six foot -Iâd guess- he was rather slim and he had reasonably sized muscles. His hair was black and styled it but the thing that was most noticeable was those eyes all I could think was just how beautiful they were. Overall Ross Hornby was a very attractive man, a very very attractive man.
I was snapped but to reality by Ross speaking.
âSorry, what was that?â
He chuckled and repeated âI said so Chris what are you interested? Like hobbies and stuff?â
âOhhhâŚahh⌠well I like video game.â God I could not sound more like an awkward geek.
âReally? Same, all I did back home was play games. What game you like Trott? Is it okay if I call you that?â
âWellâŚummâŚeverything really as long as it isnât shit and yeah most people call me Trott anyway.â
âI have to agree with you there mate. You know what Trott I think we are going to be really good pals.â He smiled and winked at me again. Was he trying to make me blush.
âYeah, Iâm sure we will.â I smiled back at him. We both looked at each other for few seconds longer than what seemed normal. It felt like there was something making us both not able to take our eyes away from each other. Finally I managed to take my gaze away, to look at my game which had now went to sleep. We sat about for hours till it got dark outside, We only went out to buy a few case of beers to drink. We talked about everything and anything. I donât know what it was but I couldnât help but feel comfortable around Ross, it was like we had known each other our whole lives. We made jokes, we insulted each others and we even flirted in a joke way I keep telling myself but I knew deep down that I was starting to fall for the dark haired man. I couldnât be though, Iâm not gay or well was I, I mean Iâve never really liked any girls but I just though I had met the right one yet. Maybe I wasnât looking for the right person. No I canât like Ross, we are room-mates, class mates, friends. I looked up and caught Ross staring at me, while biting his bottom lip. He caught me watching him and quick looked down at his feet, I could swear there was a slight hint of pink in his cheek.
âSorry for staring mate. Itâs justâŚaaaâŚwell⌠youâre really damn hot.â My cheeks were burning, they must have been ruby red. âShit! I shouldnât have said that. Just met you and already coming on to you.â He looked away sheepishly. âJust forgot I said anything. I hope we can still be friends, I totally get if you donât want to but I do really like you as a friend, not just as a really hot guy I like.
We sat and looked at each other for a bit. I leaned into him and gave him a gentle kiss, he kissed back.
"What if I donât want to just be friends.â I smirked at him. Maybe I was wrong, maybe university wasnât so scary. Well maybe having a hot room-mate was going to help.
Fireworks
Here is another little fic I wrote about the Garbage Court in the UMY universe. It was inspired by a little head cannon chat with  hatonic-soulmates and others over on garbagecourtfuzzies  . It was a chat about how and when they celebrate birthdays. 4th of July fireworks and Sips showing Ross how to BBQ/cookout was brought up and it got the little wheels in my head turning. I hope you all like it. I also want to give a huge shout out to  vexedbeverage  for proof reading this for me. Thanks so much for all your help Vex you are a wonderful person. OK enough of me rambling here it is let me know what you think. Thanks everyone :) Â
OK I just finished another small UMY story. Is there anyone out there willing to proof read it for me??? Â Any Takers?? Â :) Â Â

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Save Me [Hatsome] [Chapter 1]
Title: Save Me
Pairing: None yet [Eventual Hatsome] [djh3max/alsmiffy/Trottimus]
Rating: T
Genre: Angst, humor
Words: 1750 or so
Warnings: Some cussing.
Prompt/Summary: [by Anonymous] Android AUâ?
A/N: This is actually Minecraftverse... I'm sorry if I confused anyone who was reading this. Haha. It's going a bit slow right now, but I needed to somehow get the Sirs meeting out of the way... Next chapter will hopefully be more exciting! Hope you enjoy! ~Xyrnys
Move In - Chap 2/2
 Prompt: After Alex asked Chris to move in, Ross still has no idea or at least not until Chris' stuff gradually begins to move.
âTrott mate, have you seen the-â Ross trailed off mid-sentence as he pushed open Chrisâ door to reveal the brunette sitting on his bed, the rest of room surprisingly bare, lacking the normal mess that littered all surfaces.
âHmm? What you looking for?â Trott asked, glancing up from the book he was reading to find a slightly confused Ross staring at him, âYou alright mate?â
âWhat? Yeah, have you seen the charger for my phone?â
âIsnât it in the kitchen? Sure you were charging it there last night.â
âCheers mate.â He replied, taking a final glance around Chrisâ room but just as he was about to turn around and leave, he stopped, noticing that Chrisâ guitar wasnât in its usual place, âHey, whereâs your guitar?â He asked, expressing his curiosity.
âUmm⌠Smith needed it for something; think itâs still in his room.â
Ross frowned, that seemed highly unlikely, Chris hated to be left without it, he would always be strumming random melodies or humming various songs in his spare time. But then again why would Chris lie to him? Thinking it was slightly odd but deciding not to pursue it any further, he turned and went to seek his phone charger.
It had started with just a few items, the occasional t-shirt or book Chris was reading at the time but as he found himself spending every evening, waking up every morning with Alex, it seemed pointless to keep it in his own room. And after just over a month or so, almost the entire contents of Chrisâ room had been transferred over. And although Ross had clearly begun to suspect something, starting with the guitar, he still appeared to be oblivious to their relationship. Or at least until a week later whenâŚ
âSmith, mate? You up?â Ross called, knocking gently on Alexâs bedroom door before pushing it open, not waiting for a reply.
Two men were clearly asleep on the bed, the taller of the two with his arm carelessly slung around the otherâs waist, his fingers curling against the slender curve of his hips. Their bodies were pressed close together, as if they couldnât bear to be apart, the taller with his head buried into the otherâs neck. Upon first glance, Ross could easily see the unmistakable gingery locks that belonged to only one person, Smith. But it wasnât that that surprised him, after all it was his room but it was that after further inspection, Ross realised he recognised the other man. It wasnât just some one night stand; some stranger off the street, no it was someone much closer to home, someone who he called his best friend. Christopher Trott. And if it wasnât for the two mugs of steaming tea in his hand, he would have lifted them in shock around the perfect O his mouth had formed.
âWhat the fuck guys?!?â He exclaimed in shock, voice loud enough to be shouting, causing the two sleeping men to wake in surprise.
âW-W-What?â Smith mumbled, refusing to open his eyes as he nuzzled Chrisâ neck in an attempt to regain unconsciousness.
âSmith, why are you and Trott in bed together?â The surprised tone still in his voice.
âHmm?â Alex murmured, reluctantly opening his eyes one by one as he took in his surroundings where he realised Ross was standing in front of him, looking at him and Trott, âShit.â He exclaimed.
âShit? Is that it? Youâre not going to explain why I came in here only to find my two best friends asleep together?â
âItâs not what it looks like. Well it kinda is⌠But we didnât want you to find out this way.â
âFind out what?â
âThat me and Trott, weâre kinda togetherâŚâ
âKinda?â
âAlright I fucking love him!â
âDoes he love you?â Ross asked.
âO-Of course I do.â Chris answered quietly, voice thicker and deeper than usual, as it was filled with sleep. His big eyes blinked back the sleepiness as he turned to look at Ross with apologetically, âSorry mate.â
âSâright. Long as your happy and everythinâ.â
âSo youâre not angry or anything?â Chris inquired.
âOf course not.â Ross looked around the room in interest, noticing the usual clutter that belonged to Smith was now scattered and mixed with what he recognised as to belong to the brunette. There in the corner of the room, not only sat Alexâs guitar but also Chrisâ. And he had to admit, he felt ashamed that he hadnât noticed it all before. Chris had clearly moved his stuff into Alexâs roomâŚ
Ok, so, kind of sorting out my fanfiction list. The ones I'm working on at the moment the most are:
"Never Cry Rabbit"
"XCOM: Operation Compromise"
"Werewolves of Yogsville"
But I also have one that I need to sort out soon. Which was called "Monster Movie Challenge" and was about Kootiepatra's Movie MonstSirs idea. Originally I wanted it to go like this: 'The Sirs have been set a few challenges by a bored Overseer and end up screwing up in one of them and getting themselves in some monstrous trouble.' The usual really...But now I have a sort of better idea on how to go with this and so, bear with me, it will happen eventually. For now I just need to at least finish on of the above stories to get some space for it. I may doodle the three as their Monster Movie selves sometime...But frankly, as of late I've been err...A bit too nervous to draw stuff. I feel like I may disappoint...