#leafy trash

Idk wtf this shit is but I hate it

Quick shitty lil leafy edits

This is being posted a little later on in the day, but that's okay because I've been playing Harvest Moon and I'm lazy okay? okay.

I decided that I have to do something happy because everything has been drama or angst so yeah.

"How do you feel about LeafyIsHere?" Yet another fan asked, and you just rolled your eyes in pure annoyance. Yes, you knew who he was, and he was funny, but you couldn't say that it would kill your vibe. You were a gamer who could also be considered a 'social justice warrior' even if you were mostly chill. A lot of your fans were diverse and young, though, so you couldn't show any support for him since he had said some damaging things in the past. On top of that, you didn't want to pretend to hate him so instead you stayed silent and pretended you didn't know who he was.

Today was a youtube convention, and you were fairly excited. You missed a lot of them because you weren't a huge fan of the whole scene or having to put up with the obnoxious vloggers who talked badly about their fans behind their back. It was sickening, and you made a point not to associate yourself with anyone who would do something like that. You had a slight reputation in the community anyways since you would tell off people who intentionally spread damaging messages. Some people stayed away but the others respected you for standing up for what you believe in.

"So excited for the convention!" You tweeted out instead of replying to anyone and followed the first couple people who replied to it. Everyone was spamming that Leafy would be there. Everyone had wanted you to acknowledge him, or even better meet him since apparently, he had tweeted out one of your videos with the caption 'feminism done right'. It had been flattering but you carefully avoided mentioning it, since you were determined to stay neutral.

You made your way to the convention center and made your way to your table thing for signings, They had sat you next to Dan and Phil which got you excited, and you found that very embarrassing. The convention was set to start in about an hour, so you sat down and got our your laptop, and began playing a game that you weren't saving for the channel, like a few others. It sucked sometimes, it was fun playing games for the channel but it was so much work and you couldn't just sit down and play for hours it. The only time you could film gameplay to talk over was when you wanted to make a commentary on an issue, which you didn't even do that much since you didn't want to be a super political channel. You just wanted to have fun and play games while you did.

"So, the infamous Y/N, the one everyone wants me to meet in person," A confident voice said, and you were thankful you could hear it over your headphones otherwise that would've been embarrassing for him. You took off those headphones and looked up, seeing it was, in fact, Leafy or Calvin. The 21-year-old was wearing smirk, which you definitely did not think was hot, of course not. Other than that, he looked fairly casual, and if you didn't know his face, you wouldn't have guessed that he's one of the most hated and loved people online.

"Hello, Calvin, it's nice to finally meet you," you smiled diplomatically while trying to act normal and casual.

"Oh,  so you do know who I am? I wouldn't have known, with you constantly ignoring me on twitter, or at least your mentions of me. I don't think my name has ever come out of your mouth before now, has it?"

It took you aback how angry, and maybe even hurt, he sounded. You didn't think he really cared. "No, I've been very careful. I have a brand, and I have a lot of young fans who are discovering themselves and trying to tell themselves that there's nothing wrong with who they are. I may personally find your videos funny, but I can't praise you, because you have said things I don't agree with and I don't want anyone mistaking otherwise." You said this confidently and calmly, trying to explain yourself.

"So this is about your reputation? Wow, I just thought you didn't like me, but I pretended you didn't know who I was because I actually thought you were cool, but now I realize that you're stuck up and up your own ass," Calvin shot back angrily, and he still looked a little hurt.

You told yourself that he was just upset and to stay calm, "No, this has nothing to do with my reputation, it has to do with my audience who are impressionable. I care about them and I don't want them believing damaging stereotypes. Sorry, if I don't want my gender-fluid fans to believe that they're creatures and its, and that it's okay to misgender them!"

"I didn't mean any of that when I said it, I was trying to be funny. I get views for being an asshole, It's basically my job and what I have to do, just like you have to act like you're triggered by everything."

"Excuse me? I don't act like that at all. I stand up for my beliefs. Yes, I find some of your content funny and you're probably one of my favorite content creators but you say these things that I can't stand behind, I'm sorry if you're upset, and I  didn't mean to hurt you, but I need to spread those 'positive vibes'.

That got a small smile out of Calvin, but he just shook his head. "Fine, I was going to tell you that you were cute and ask to hang out after, but I see you can't associate with me." Calvin walked away after that, and you felt like shit.

The rest of the day was spent with you debating in your head. On one side, Calvin was cool and it wasn't cool to pretend to not like something so other people can relate. On the other hand, you didn't know what Calvin would say next and it was a dangerous thing to associate with.

At the end of the day, you opened up twitter and tweeted a thank you to the fans, and then a second tweet. 'Oh, and Leafy is cool, not everything he says is cool, but he definitely is.'

So, later that night when you saw Calvin in the lobby of the hotel, you smiled at him. Calvin smiled back and made his way across the lobby to you. "Hey, um,want to hang out?"

"I don't know, I kind of have a thing for this cyber bully," you teased and pretended to act unsure.

Calvin gave you a look but played along, "I heard he's a real jerk, you'd be better off with me."

"If you say so," you smiled at him and paused, before taking his hand, a blush painting itself on your cheeks.

i don't even know what this was i tried fluff but i just couldn't and ugh i'm sorryand this turned into drama ugh. i can’t just write a nice happy one can i?

I need to write something happier but eh here is some angst.

"What the fuck Calvin?" You glared at your ex-boyfriend, as of about one minute ago. You couldn't believe that he would cheat on you, and the fact that he proved you wrong hurt so fucking much. You had wanted to wait because you wanted to be sure you cared about each other, and obviously, it was a good thing you did. You could see that Calvin didn't give a fuck about you unless you would fuck him, which you weren't going to. He had actually been wearing you down, but that was all for nothing now since he ruined it all for some girl wearing a short skirt. The girl had left almost immediately, which was good considering you probably would've hit her or something else violent or stupid.

"I messed up, I'm sorry, okay, fuck, I just, I couldn't do it, okay? I'm so fucking stressed and I needed to let it out and I just fucked up my everything, just can we look past this, please?" Calvin gave you such a crushed look that you almost gave in, but you let yourself remember what that girl looked like underneath him and you shook your head, feeling another spike of anger rush through you.

It was raining outside, like a fucking cliche, the weather reflecting your mood, and probably his too, if you were being honest. You knew he did like you, at least a little bit, but that didn't excuse anything that he had done nor did it make it okay that he cheated because it wasn't even close to okay. "No, Calvin, we can't move past thing, we're done. You couldn't respect me enough to wait for me, why should I waste my time on you? Fuck you, you treat me like I'm some toy you can use and throw away and then pick up again, well I'm not letting you pull any of that shit, we're over, and for good, since you clearly can't be trusted with something this fucking simple, it wasn't even a hard thing."

Calvin looked lost like he didn't know what to do, and you didn't blame him since you had no idea either. "Y/N, I'm so, so sorry. I messed up, I don't know how to fix this but I know that I have to, I can't let you get away, not when I was an idiot that could've just kept it in my pants. I know I can do better, I promise you I can!"

You gave him a disgusted look, "I couldn't go out to get some bread and milk, you knew it would only be a half hour but immediately you have the neighbor over. I'm fucking done. I can't trust you, I've stood up for you no matter what, even if some of the things you've done, I haven't agreed with. Like, I don't know, calling Milo it, and a creature? I still rubbed your back and told you it would blow over, even though it was against my morals, and what I stand for," you felt like you had to mention it, even though he looked distraught and the guilt filled you up after.

"Really? You said that it was okay, that you didn't care that much, and that you wouldn't hold it against me. It was a mistake, I messed up," Calvin whispered and looked at you with hurt in his eyes, and you knew that he was feeling just as much guilt as you were. The bitter part of you was proud, but the bigger part that loved him was screaming that he needed a hug, to please give him a hug.

"You crossed a line, and you did with calling Trisha a pig too, and I didn't say anything because you needed me, but you've hurt me, so I don't need to be fake anymore. I loved you, I loved you a lot, but I can't support everything you've done, and now you've shown that you don't care about my wellbeing, or us, so I'm leaving," you stated. This was going to hurt, and you knew that, but it had to be done in light of recent events.

Before Calvin said anything, you grabbed your bag and turned around, walking out of the room. "I'll be back in the morning, don't try to find me, because I'm not going to talk about this, not for a long time." You made your way to the front door and opened it.

You ended up calling your mother and asking her to pick you up down the street because you knew that was the best place for you right now. Once she got you, you just told her that you and Calvin were over, and you didn't really want to get into it. Luckily she respected that and didn't ask any more questions, and pretended she didn't notice the silent tears streaming down your face.

Later, on twitter, it turned out Calvin tweeted out apologies for what he had been doing and then told everyone he needed a few days off. Of course, the reptilian army freaked out and immediately messaged you, placing blame on their 'queen'.

'Nothing lasts forever, not even the monarchy,' you cryptically tweeted out but didn't say anything else. That was enough, though, as they realized fairly quickly that you two split, and it wasn't clean, and neither of you was ready for it to be over.

All night you read the tweets begging you two to get back together, and cried silently, wishing that it was that simple. You would never tell them what happened, though, even now you couldn't do that to Calvin.

So that's the end. It sucks, like all my writing, and yeah. Sorry, it was so angsty and yeah, I was just in a weird, sad mood.

Oh and thank god Paulie is probably going home if anyone who reads this watches Big Brother, just thought I'd say that.