#not sure where mat was this day haha

[mendeshoney]

HIII WELCOME BACK 🫶🏽 can you write a pt 2 to the enemies/one bed blurb with “I've been waiting for you to come to your senses.” from the I want you list? I want to see the ~to lovers~ part of mat and reader haha

thank you & I adore you!!! hope you’re well 💓

a lot of you wanted the "to lovers" part of the enemies to lovers blurb I did before so consider this the ~ to lovers ~ portion. please excuse just the hint of possible toxicity/possessiveness, I have been "in a mood" lately, shall we say.

I want you prompts w/ mat barzal

You can't help but blink in surprise when a second plate of wedding cake is slid in front of you, and when you turn to look at where it came from, you're even more surprised to see that it was Mat who gave it to you.

You raise a brow at him, gesturing toward the cake with your chin. "I see you're trying to poison me now."

Mat offers you a bored expression in return. "I saw you give your slice of cake to one of Ethan's cousins so he could have a second piece, and I don't want mine."

You glance at the cake one more time, and frown. "But it's Chantilly Cake?"

"Great to know your eyes work," Mat bites out, pushing your fork closer to the plate of cake.

You ignore his venom, pushing the cake back toward him a little. "I thought Chantilly Cake is your favorite."

He blinks at you then, all the heat and spitfire dissipating in a matter of milliseconds. "How did you know that?"

"Lenasia told me that when she and Ethan went cake tasting that he told you about the flavors and you kept pestering him to pick Chantilly over the White Chocolate and Raspberry. He said you were only telling him to pick it because it was your favorite and that not everyone liked White Chocolate Raspberry because it was too rich."

Mat blinks, then schools his expression, pushing the plate back to you and turning his body back toward the rest of the wedding reception. "Eat it, you've had three glasses of champagne and only one glass of water the entire night."

There's an argument at the tip of your tongue, but then Mat's words register in your head, and he's...he's actually right. But still, you're not sure how he would have noticed, since the two of you had been running around like crazy people for most of the day as best man and maid of honor to make sure Ethan and Lenasia's special day had been perfect.

Without another word, you dig into the cake, taking happy bites and savoring the sweet fruit and cream filling until the cake is gone. Mat stays seated next to you the entire time. When a waiter passes by with a tray of waters, Mat grabs one and places it in front of you.

When he does, he glances at you, then the corner of his mouth quirks up in a small smile. "You've got Chantilly cream," he says, gesturing to his mouth.

You move to wipe it, but before you can even lift a finger, Mat raises his hand, using his thumb to wipe at your bottom lip. The pad of his finger is gentle as he goes, and it feels like it happens in slow motion, his eyes tracking his finger the entire way.

Your own eyes stay glued to his face, taking note of how his pupils blow out wide as he focuses on his task, and how they seem to glaze over when he brings his thumb to his lips, sucking the cream off and locking his eyes with yours as he does, his gaze completely steady the entire time.

Whoa.

Butterflies suddenly fill your stomach in a rush, and a small shiver trails down your spine, making the silk of your maid of honor dress suddenly feel uncomfortable.

Flashes of the last few months leading up to the wedding flood your mind.

Sharing the same bed for the weekend of Ethan and Lenasia's engagement party. Mat threatening to make himself the last man on Earth because of your sworn resolution, him consistently destroying the pillow wall between you at night as he dreamt, how a few times after his destruction you could have sworn that he reached for you or called your name in his sleep.

Each day of the trip, he let you shower first in the morning or at night, and always made a point to make sure he turned the brightness on his phone all the way down so you could go to sleep easier when he planned on staying up later to scroll through social media.

Still, you had bickered the whole weekend, so all of those small moments had been tampered down and labelled "irrelevant" with how much of a pain in the ass he'd been the whole time.

Even as wedding preparations continued, with fittings, Ethan and Lenasia's bachelor and bachelorette parties, up to the rehearsal dinner, you'd bickered like normal.

But you were starting to recall having those...softer...moments in between, and you'd even wager they'd happened more often than they used to.

At that second, with you staring at Mat, watching him lick his lips as if to chase the taste of you, all of those moments started to add up.

Like today, he'd been nicer than usual, helping you with the train of your dress, holding your bouquet for you when you needed both your hands to help with something, making sure you had tissues ready in case you felt like you were going to cry.

During his speech as best man, he'd cracked a couple of jokes, and each time, you remember thinking how it felt like he kept looking at you after each punchline, almost as if he was checking to see that you were laughing. You'd chalked it up to him checking with Ethan and Lenasia that he was doing well, but now...the cake, the little stunt he just pulled...

"Oh my god," you murmured, tearing your gaze from his lips and staring into his eyes. "Mat...do you..."

He laughs once, like he's offended at your inferring tone. "I've been waiting for you to come to your senses."

And that's an admission if you'd ever heard one, but you're not the type to mince words, and you need to hear him say it. Word for word. Just so you know you’re not crazy for thinking it.

You clear your throat. "So, you actually..." like me, is on the tip of your tongue, but you know for a fact that if you say 'like,' Mat's going to tell you that's not the right word, and you don't know if you're ready to hear him admit it, or admit it to yourself that this is what that is.

Mat smirks. "You can say it, Sunshine, neither one of us is going to burst into flames if you do."

You can feel your nostrils flare, instinctively ready to be on defense like normal, but none of that heat is present in your voice when you say "Do you actually though? I mean...since when? Why? All we do is fight!"

He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "That's our thing though. It doesn't bother me at all since I'm fighting with you." When you scrunch your nose, he laughs. "What? You don't like fighting with me, Sunshine? Don't like it when I rile you up?"

Now that he's mentioned it, you realize that yeah, you actually do like it.

And you've looked forward to it, too. Every single time.

God dammit.

"You've been doing it on purpose." You realize, staring at him in disbelief.

Who the hell is this guy?

Is this really the same Mat you've called a dozen names in your head? The same one you felt a prickling sense of irritation for every time you saw his face?

But was that irritation, or was it actually attraction?

He licks his lips, nodding at your statement and confirming it to be true. "Only way I could guarantee you would talk to me."

Alright.

Definitely attraction.

That makes you laugh a little. "You couldn't have just asked me to dinner like a normal person?"

Mat scoffs. "You and I both know if I asked you to dinner when we met you would've turned me down in a heartbeat."

"When we met?" You parrot back in disbelief.

When you'd met Mat for the first time, it had been during the days that he and Ethan played for the same team in Juniors, and Lenasia had dragged you to a game. You'd met up with Ethan afterwards, and he'd introduced you to Mat. At the time, Mat was definitely a little bit more arrogant, cocky, so he's probably right in assuming you would have turned him down.

But that was...that was over ten years ago, and now-

"You've..." liked me? Loved me? "Ten years, Mat?"

He looks smug. "What can I say? I'm a one-woman kind of man."

"You've definitely dated other people." You point out, remembering a few girls coming in and out of your lives.

"None of them were serious though, they weren't-"

"If you say 'they weren't you,' I'm going to stab you with this fork."

To your surprise, he sits up in his chair, scooting it closer to you and leaning forward a little. "Better stab me in the heart if you want to let me down easy, Sunshine."

Oh.

Oh shit.

He's actually serious.

"Must you always resort to murder?" You tease.

His expression doesn't waiver. Instead he offers a slightly shy smile, eyes soft around the edges. "I'm particularly fond of the phrase 'till death do us part,' if that's alright with you."

As his words sink into your bones, you quietly tell him, "I'm not going to stab you, Mat."

At first you're not sure he's heard you over the music playing from the DJ, but the bright, happy smile that spreads on his face assures you that he's heard you loud and clear.

Suddenly, the song the DJ's playing ends, and he gets on the microphone, saying "The bride and groom would like to invite all the couples in the house to the dance floor to share this moment with them."

Mat stands without a second thought, holding his hand out to you and gesturing toward the dance floor with his head. "That's us Sunshine, let's go."

"If this is how you're asking me, then-"

"I'm not asking," Mat says, tone just as serious as the day he swore he could make himself the last man on Earth. "I gave you Chantilly Cake, and I don't share that with anyone. There's no asking anymore, Sunshine. Not now that you know."

"What if I don't want to?" You push, half teasing, half serious.

Mat's playful expression is replaced by a serious look, one you've only seen before once he touches the ice. "You can fight me as much as you want till we're old and gray, Sunshine. Just not on this."

He shakes his hand, urging you to take it.

You hesitate for the briefest moment, slightly afraid and worried that someone is going to pull the rug out from under you at any second, that they'll tell you that this is just a dream or that this is all just a prank.

But you look at Mat, really look at him, and you know he meant every single word.

Carefully, you place your hand in his, and Mat takes that as the only answer he needs before he leads you out to the dance floor. As you go, you don't miss the looks the other bridesmaids, groomsmen, and even Lenasia and Ethan throw your way.

Once you find your spot on the dance floor, Mat places your hands on his shoulders and his hands on your waist, pulling your closer to him as a ballad plays and you both start to sway to the melody.

"People are staring," you point out.

"I get stared at all the time."

You frown a little. "I don't."

"Yes you do," Mat counters. "I stare at you all the time, you just haven't noticed."

Clearly.

It seems that you hadn't noticed a lot when it came to Mat.

"They're gonna stare at you even more when it's our turn to do this whole thing." He continues, and your eyes cut to his.

"You're required to actually ask me before that happens. Give me that, at least."

He sucks his teeth. "That's one demand so far, Sunshine. I'm only giving you five right now so you can hurry up and enjoy our first dance together. So if you've got anything else on your list of demands, you should list them now."

You opt in to play his game pretty easily, to your own surprise. "I'm old school, so I'd like it if you asked my parents for their blessing first."

Mat smirks proudly. "Your parents love me, so that's an easy one. Anything else?"

You roll your eyes, because unfortunately, he's right. "You'd better be getting down on one knee when you propose."

"I've got no objections to getting down on my knees for you, Sunshine. Spice up the list a little bit."

Little shit.

You attempt to throw him a curveball and say "I want at least three kids."

He widens his eyes playfully. "Kids already? You're moving a little fast for me, but I'm all for it."

You take his teasing in stride and attempt to throw him another curveball. "I demand we keep the pillow wall."

The curveball is a success when he immediately frowns. "Absolutely not. I hated that fucking thing."

"I like feeling secure in my sleep," you say, flashing him a sly smile.

Mat squeezes your waist playfully. "I can be plenty secure. No pillow wall."

You shrug, securing your arms a little tighter, fingers beginning to gently play with the hair at his neck. "Fine, no pillow wall."

"Glad we can agree on something. Last demand for the evening, Sunshine. What'll it be?"

"You have to kiss me."

It's a dare, a joke, and a slightly serious ask all at the same time.

There's a small pause on Mat's part, the ballad you've been dancing along to filling the silence, and then he takes you by surprise yet again, leaning his head down and capturing your lips in a kiss.

Your eyes flutter shut almost automatically, chin tilting up as you raise up on your toes a little. His lips are soft, and he kisses you like he's been doing it every day for the last ten years - naturally, earnestly...

Lovingly.

"I hope you know I'm telling this story at your wedding, too."

You and Mat split apart, a guilty look on your face with a smug look on Mat's as you both turn to where Ethan and Lenasia are beside you, Ethan gently rocking Gracie in his arms.

"If I didn't love you so much and if I wasn't so happy for you both right now, I'd accuse you of upstaging the bride." Lenasia teases, absolutely beaming at the two of you.

"Would you be particularly angry if the best man and maid of honor left your wedding reception early?" Mat asks, and you swat him on the arm.

"Mathew!"

The three of them ignore you, the bride and groom hugging you both goodbye for the night.

"Thank you for being here for me through all of this," Lenasia tells you, squeezing you tight. "Allow yourself to enjoy your time with him, okay? No fighting."

You smile, feeling heat creep up your cheeks as you move to hug Ethan, who shocks you even more by saying "He really loves you, you know."

All you can do is nod, and when you turn back to Mat to see his hand held out for you again, this time, you don't hesitate.

You take it immediately, and follow him out of the reception hall.

#mathew barzal #mat barzal #mathew barzal x reader #mat barzal x reader #writing challenge #mendeshoney masterlist #requests

[hatkuu]

Thoughts on Kylar with a S/O that doesn't care about his obsessive tendencies? like, he'll be following them home and pc will turn around to face him like "omg hi Kylar!!!"

oooh. you're in for it. he definitely takes it as an A okay to increase his obsessive behaviour ten fold. he just wants to make you happy!!

Kylar starts following you home so much more - to the point where he's spending all of his time with you - even if you don't notice he's there. You'll just be cutely going about your day, oblivious to the hunched, heaving breathing figure two steps behind you. Kylar thinks he's being so sneaky - that you don't notice the stale scent of his breath fanning against your nape - as you continue to roam Danube Street alone. But you eventually notice, given that no one else has a distinct undertone of garlic in their scent besides Kylar.

"Oh! Hi Kylar!"

Your words elicit a flinch from Kylar. His whole body freezes up, reboots, then flicks back on in a span of ten awkward seconds. You don't comment on it, instead, you smile, cooing at Kylar as you fix his matted, greasy hair hidden underneath his hood. Your fingers tussle through the tangled strands, hushing Kylar while he freezes up in panic amidst your coddling.

(more below the cut!!)

"Aw, you can't wear your hoodie all the time! Look at what it does to your hair!"

Kylar shyly smiles while you continue untangling and combing through his hair. Blood rushes to the vessels in Kylar's face as his smile grows wider and wider. You absent-mindedly smile back at him, oblivious to the obessessive, sick feelings blossoming in Kylar's heart.

He eats up all the attention you give him - mostly because no one else even looks at him with a smidge of the adoration that you do - all of your smiles, cooed out affirmations, fleeting touches... They make Kylar feel alive.

You don't think Kylar means any harm - because, well, why would he? He's just... your ...protector? You're not sure if you actually want to give him that title because he might take it just a little too literally and start stabbing at anyone who enters your personal space unannounced.

Kylar's reactions to you ignoring his obsessive behaviour solely depends on how you manage it. Like, if you're all sweet and loving despite openly seeing Kylar threaten a love interest; he takes that as your signature on your shared marriage certificate. But, if you're more oblivious (like himbo or bimbo s/o) Kylar is over the moon - this means he can do whatever he wants and you won't notice!

(Then his thoughts start shifting towards if he's the only person you're so nice to... He doesn't think he can live with himself if you're sharing your love with so many other people... cue hysterical Kylar shenanigans due to overthinking haha...)

#kylar the loner #dol kylar #dol #kylar #hatkuuasks #kuuskylarposting

[leo-interactive-fiction]

I wanted to ask, do the RO's cut/maintain their own hair, or do they have it done by someone else?

Haha let's see...

E tries to make sure to groom their hair every morning. They can have embarrassing bed head because they are a restless sleeper that moves around a lot, so they always spend time making sure they're presentable. They get their hair cut every few weeks or so, and they're not too concerned about maintaining an exact length. "As long as it doesn't get in the way too much, I'm fine with it? W-Well, if you have any particular preferences...J-Just for reference!"

R used to go to a personal stylist every few days or so to keep their appearance fresh, although since becoming excommunicated from the family they haven't had access to such funds. Nevertheless, they still take very diligent care of their appearance, and the results speak for themselves. "Hey now, not everyone is born good-looking. It takes a great amount of dedication to maintain attractive qualities. It just so happens I'm hard working and blessed. Lucky you."

L always had their hair cut and maintained by their butler, Walter. Since the journey to Triaina, they have been following a detailed instructional pamphlet created by Walter on the specifics of their grooming needs, such as the exact length to cut and what products are used. They can't follow some of the instructions to the butlers' exact specificity, but they do their best. "Um, I apologize for any inconvenience, but would you happen to know if the water here is locally sourced from a freshwater spring? O-Oh, 'tap water', you say...? N-No, that shouldn't be an issue! Thank you!"

V handles all of their own grooming with the humble contents of their travel bag, which includes a knife, razor, scissors, pocket mirror, and a bar of soap. There are always traces of split ends, rogue hairs, or ragged lopsidedness, but it is never completely disheveled. It is enough to show you that divine intervention must have taken place somewhere along the way to keep their hair from looking like a matted rug left on the side of the road. "...Oh, I missed a spot. Hmm......Commander, don't stare. Get my knife. I'll fix it."

P doesn't put very much effort into their overall appearance, but they make an exception for their hair. At the very least, they spend some time in the morning to make sure it doesn't cause problems for them or get in the way, and in very special circumstances, they can spend an overabundance of time trying to style it to look better. Unfortunately, their hair naturally fights back against any drastic changes to its normal rugged look, so it requires a lot of effort to style. "Stupid piece of-- Hey M, can you get off your ass and get me a damn hairclip or something? I know you have some...Eh? What do you mean I'm taking too long?! No, it's not for a date with-- Just get me something for this!"

M's hair is a constant tangle of persevering bedhead. It has become the natural rest state of their hair, to the point where you don't think even a thorough combing session could make a difference. They don't even remember the last time they went to a barber to get it cut. Or perhaps they were just asleep when it happened. Nevertheless, it carries a very loose and natural feel to it that M enjoys. "Just so...you know...it can get even...messier...when I'm in bed...If you don't...believe...you're welcome to...'fact check' me..."

Raven's grooming habits can best be described between the ranges of 'potentially hazardous' and 'negligent character assassination'. During their time living in the backwash alleys, they've come to terms with all manner of trash and grime in their hair, and their method of cutting involves a quick chop with a knife when it gets a little too long for their liking, leaving it an uneven and jagged mess. You can't tell how often they actually wash their hair, but since coming to the academy and having access to a running water source, you haven't found anything too worrisome tangled in messy tangled in, although the sleek oily sheen has never faded. "If you tell me I'm not good enough to draw your gaze as I am...I don't mind changing everything about myself. My hair, my manners, my very identity... As long as you can look at me, with those same eyes...I'll do anything...!"

S has surprisingly tidy hair. Despite often having the rest of themselves covered in grime from their work, their hair stays relatively spotless. They say those from the Dens pick up habits to maintain a clean appearance while living through the harsh and sandy desert environment of Orden, but you can't say how much of that is very factual when it's relayed through S's unkempt grin. "Why ya sweatin' the small stuff? It ain't like I never shower or somethin'. You seen how huge those showers in the gym are? Ya can practically take a lap in there! How can ya not take advantage of that?! Speakin' of which, do ya think they'd let me have one for the dorms...? Dont worry, i'd share!"

F's hair has not been cut in a very long time, and they take great lengths to personally maintain and preserve it. No one but a select few are allowed to even touch her hair for normal maintenence, and not even Fiore is allowed to brush or style it. Their hair and their clothing are of the few personal features among them that they claim full ownership of, without any assistance or pretext, and so they safeguard those features very closely. "...You are wondering who did my hair? And what, pray tell, would you do with such information? Have them style your own? Well...perhaps if the discussion of extending your servitude is put underway...I may find the time in that period to indulge you..."

Thank ya for the ask!

#triaina academy #romance options #hair

[dreamologisth2o]

That Time When You’re Offered a Job by the Very Same Guy You Just Tried to Mug

(For the redtaxproject, a scene from my personal superhero AU :))

“I’ll kill you, y’know?” Tommy grumbles, scowling up at the man through the bag of groceries he’d been given to carry.

“Mmhmm.” The man hums, completely unbothered as he continues leading Tommy to… somewhere. The man had said he was going back home, and that Tommy could join him for a meal if he wanted— so long as he helped carry the groceries. But even Tommy wasn’t dumb enough to bring a stranger who’d just threatened to kill and rob him back home.

It’s probably a trap, or something. Tommy’s probably gonna die, in the basement of some weirdo’s house, with no one to mourn him. If he’s lucky the man will just take him back to child services, or the police. If he’s unlucky he’ll end up as a lab rat and buried six feet under.

But the offer of a warm meal was too tempting— he hadn’t eaten anything decent in days. And honestly, it’s not like he’s got much else to lose is there?

Nothing to lose except my freedom and my life, Tommy thinks, sardonically.

“I’ll kill you, y’know,” Tommy repeats. “I’ll stab you in your fucking sleep and rob your house blind.” He glared, staring intently at the man as they continued down the darkened streets.

The man turned, a small, little smile still quirked up on his lips— and Tommy scowled harder. It pissed him off, how unbothered the man was, how— how amused he seemed to be at Tommy’s threats which. Well. Considering how unafraid the man was when Tommy was armed with a fucking knife, it probably shouldn’t be too surprising that he didn’t find Tommy very threatening at all.

“My name is Dream.” The man, Dream, says. And Tommy almost trips over his own feet at the suddenness of it. Barely managing to avoid falling face first onto the hard concrete and crushing the bag of groceries in his arms.

What?

“What?”

“Call me Dream.” And— yup, the bastard was fucking laughing at him right now.

Tommy scowls, harder— his face feeling sore from the effort of making his displeasure known. And checks his bag to make sure nothing had fallen out or gotten crushed accidentally.

“What’s your name?” Dream asks, and Tommy flips him off, stomping down the street ahead of him before stopping when he realized he didn’t know where to go.

Dream laughs, quiet, like that stupid grin, like the way he moves, like his almost silent footsteps and how he’d effortlessly disarmed Tommy, before Tommy had even realized what was happening. He hates the way Dream presents himself, quiet and unassuming. Like he’s not a threat. Like he’s not the most dangerous fucking thing around for the next hundred miles.

Why was he following this bastard again?

Right, food. That’s why.

Tommy’s stomach growls loudly at the reminder, and he instantly feels his ears grow red in embarrassment.

“Haha, don’t worry, we’re here.” Dream says, stopping next to him. Tommy looks around, and then at the door Dream had turned to. It was one of those side entrances that led directly to the second floor of a building. There wasn’t much else to it, the door being plain and undecorated, save for a tiny smile sticker next to the peakhole.

Well, it’s not like there would’ve been much room for decorations, considering the way it’s been sandwiched between an office building and, what? Tommy squinted up at the sign of the building next door, just making out the letters for “Kitten’s Kafe”. A cat cafe.

Tommy turned back to Dream, who had set his bags down, and was lightly searching his pockets for the keys, before giving up and fishing one out from underneath the cafe’s welcome mat.

Huh. Tommy thinks, that’s interesting.

“Just give me a second to put things away and get something warmed up.” Dream said, catching Tommy’s attention again as he opened the door. “You can pass me the bags and—“

Not letting the man finish, Tommy immediately pushes his own bags into Dream’s hands and rushes through the door, up the stairs.

“—take off your shoes!” Dream finishes behind him, and Tommy pauses at the top of the stairs to kick off his shoes before opening the second door into a rather spacious living area and kitchen combination.

Quickly scoping the space out, Tommy takes note of the large windows to his left. The blinds were closed, but he guessed it wouldn't be too difficult to shatter and escape through if need be. The fall would be about— two stories, Tommy guessed. Not too bad, but dangerous if he landed wrong.

Moving past the living room Tommy found a short hallway. It led to a dead end, splitting off left and right, with the left turn ending at a door, and the right turn extending further down into the house. Before he could take a step further though, Tommy felt a hand grab the back of his shirt and lift him up, like some unruly cat, or raccoon.

“Hey!” Tommy yelped, even as he was set back down in the living room. “What the hell was that for?!”

“Nothing nothing, just thought you’d like to know that the food’s ready.” Dream says, holding up his hands placatingly. ….holding up his empty hands.

Whipping around Tommy quickly took in the sight of a steaming grilled cheese on the kitchen table, a plate of bacon and a glass of warm milk next to it. The bags of groceries were piled on the floor next to the fridge.

He blinks, feeling like the world had skipped a beat, like a broken record. But the bags were still piled by the fridge, and the food still sat steaming on the table.

When he looked back, Dream was already making his way to the abandoned groceries, sorting through their contents and putting them away. Tommy continued staring, slack jawed.

“How— Wha— What the fuck?! How the fuck did you do that?!”

“How did I do what?” Dream questions, head tilted but not turning away from his work.

“That— ALL THAT.” Tommy yelled, pointing incredulously at the food. Belatedly, the smell reaches him and his stomach began protesting when Tommy didn’t start stuffing his face.

“Oh uh.” And Dream stands, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You were kinda just staring at the window for like, a good minute or two. I didn’t wanna bother you so I went and heated up the food.”

Tommy continued to stare. Dream looked away, hand dropping.

“Do you uh, do you not want it…?”

“Are you fucking kidding me of course I want it! Just. How do I know you’re not trying to trick me?” Tommy squinted, settling down in front of the food, carefully sitting on top of his hands.

“What, you think I poisoned the food or something? If I wanted to hurt you I’d have done so in that alleyway— not bring you back to my house.” Dream scoffs, putting the last of the groceries away and throwing the extra bags under the sink.

Moving around the table, Dream sat down in front of Tommy, and crossed his arms.

“Look, if you really want, I can take a bite and prove it’s not poisoned or anything—“

“No! No, it’s fine. I’m not fucking Snow White ok? I don’t need you to prove shit.” And to back his own words Tommy finally let himself reach out and take a bite of the grilled cheese.

It’s good. It’s better than good. The bread was slightly stale, and the cheese had solidified within the sandwich, but it’s the best fucking thing he’s had to eat in weeks. Before he’d realized it, the grilled cheese was gone, his stomach comfortably full for the first time in, who knows how long it’s been.

In front of him, Dream seemed to relax, that stupid smile of his back on his face.

Tommy shot a suspicious look in his direction, before grabbing the milk. He sniffed it, shrugged, and tossed it back quickly. Then snatched a piece of bacon to chew on.

“Do you have a place to stay?” Dream asks. Tommy shoots him a look, swallowing.

“What do you think, bitch?”

Dream blinks.

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to ask. And my name is Dream.”

“Nah. Your name is now Bitch Boy. Cause you’re a bitch.” Tommy grins smugly, very proud of his comeback.

“Do you always insult the people who give you food?” Dream grumbles, smile finally dropping.

“No-pe!” Tommy grins further, emphasizing the word with a pop. “Just you Bitch Boy!”

“Great.” Dream mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. Tommy paid him no mind, carefully using his last piece of bacon to gather up the grease left behind on his plate.

“So, are you gonna tell me your name, or should I keep calling you Kid?” Dreams asks, raising an eyebrow as Tommy licks his plate clean.

“I’m not a kid. I’m a big man. A full grown adult if you will.”

“Whatever you say ‘Big Man’.” Tommy flipped him off, then looked under his empty plate, as though more food would suddenly magically appear if he just checked.

“You got anymore food Bitch Boy?” Tommy asks, looking down the center of his empty cup. Staring intently at Dream through the glass like it was a telescope.

Dream’s expression seemed to twist, warping weirdly through the glass, and Tommy found that he much preferred this to the man’s actual face.

“Hey!” Tommy yelped, hands reaching out towards his cup as it was snatched away. When he looked up, Dream’s smile was gone, a faint frown marring his face.

It was strangely less irritating.

“What?” Tommy snaps, when the silence dragged on for too long, and Dream blinks. Shaking his head and schooling his expression back into a smile. Tommy scowls.

“Stop that.”

“What?” Confusion flits across his face.

“That.” Tommy repeats, pointing at Dream’s face until the man goes cross eyed. “Your face. That fucking smile or whatever. It’s fucking creepy.”

“What?” Dream says, incredulous. A hand instantly going up to cover his mouth. Something defensive settled over the man.

“You heard me. I said your smile’s fucking creepy.”

“I—! My smile is not creepy!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Tommy scoffs, rolling his eyes. “It makes you look like fucking a serial killer, or a super villain or some shit.”

“Wha— I do not look like a serial killer!”

“So does that make you a super villain then?”

“No!” Dream sputters, scowling at Tommy.

With a grumble, Dream gets up and grabs the empty plate and cup, bringing them to the sink in the kitchen. Tommy quietly watched him wash the dishes from the table.

“I was going to ask,” Dream starts, breaking the silence. “If you needed a place to stay.” Tommy looked up, but Dream wasn’t paying him any mind, attention focused on the cup he was scrubbing clean. He wasn’t smiling anymore, Tommy notes smugly, but he also wasn’t frowning. Instead an oddly flat look had taken over his face, like Dream wasn’t quite sure about the expression he should make.

“...and what’s it to you?” Tommy responds, defensive.

“Well,” Dream drawls out, hands still scrubbing at the cup. “I own the cafe under us, but we’re a little understaffed at the moment.” Setting the glass aside and shaking his hands dry, Dream finally looks back at Tommy. “So I was wondering if you’d like to spend the night here, in exchange for helping out around the cafe tomorrow.”

Tommy squints at him, instantly suspicious.

“How do I know it’s not a trap?”

Dream rolls his eyes, picking up the plate and drying it with a cloth.

“We’ve been over this already. If I wanted to do something to you I would’ve done so in that alleyway, not bring you into my house and feed you.”

“So? You could just be doing that to lower my fucking guard!”

“What?” Dream shakes his head, setting the plate aside, hand rubbing at his forehead. “Look, kid,” Tommy scowls. “Big Man, whatever. I’m not gonna do anything to you, and I’m not trying to either. I have somewhere to be tomorrow, so I can’t help manage the cafe and there’s only one other person who can come in at that time. It’s handleable but I’d rather not overwork my only employee if I don’t have to.

“If you don’t like the offer, feel free to leave and go back to wherever it is you’re staying. I’m not gonna make you stay and force you to work or whatever.”

Tommy considers this, and then considers Dream, blank faced with the slightest downwards twitch of his lips. He looked tired, Tommy notes. The way he’s ever so slightly slouched. How he’s subtly leaning his weight against the counter.

He looks defeated. Which just feels wrong on someone who could kick his ass blind folded and with both hands tied.

Which, speaking of…

“Teach me how to fight.”

“What?” Dream blinks.

“I said, teach me how to fight.” Tommy reiterates, puffing his chest out in emphasis.

“I’m not gonna teach a kid how to use a knife.” Rolling his eyes, Dream turned to put the cleaned dishes away.

“Well, yes you are.” Tommy huffs, getting up and moving to stand in the man’s way. “Because if you don’t I’m gonna walk on out of here and you’re gonna have to live with the guilt of kicking a homeless kid out of your house.”

“So you admit you’re a kid?” Dream asks, quirking an eyebrow, lips twitching reluctantly up.

“No! I’m only using that as an example!” Tommy exclaims, appalled at the very suggestion that he was anything less than an adult.

“Whatever you say.” Dream shakes his head, heaving a sigh. Setting the dishes back down, the man began messaging the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath.

“I’m not going to teach you how to use a knife—“

“Hey—!”

“Because you’re gonna get yourself or someone else hurt and I don’t want the police coming to me when someone inevitably gets stabbed.”

“I’m not gonna stab anyone, just threaten them a little with my amazing knife skills.”

“But,” And Dream looks at Tommy, considering. “If you decide to help out at my cafe, I won’t say no to showing you some self defense moves after hours.”

Tommy perked up.

“So you’re gonna teach me how to fight?”

Dream turned away, finally placing the cleaned dishes into the cupboard.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Uhhhh, yes you did.” Grinning, Tommy walked up to the man, poking him lightly in the side. Dream twitched. “You definitely fucking said you’d teach me how to fight.”

“No, I said I’d show you a few self defense moves.” Dream nodded, “Very different things.”

Tommy wasn’t listening, instead doing a silent victory dance in his head as he dashed around the counter, back towards the hallway.

“Hey, slow down there kid.” Dream says, snatching Tommy by the back of his shirt before he can turn the corner. “I need to set some ground rules.”

Tommy makes a face at that, sticking his tongue out childishly, but didn’t make any moves to run when Dream set him down again.

“Ok, first of all, don’t steal anything. Hey! I’m being serious. My other employee sometimes spends the night here, and he’s got his stuff lying around in the guest room. The other guest room is full of junk and you’ll be staying in his room for the night. So don’t touch anything that doesn’t belong to you.

“Second, the shower’s down the hall. You can use the stuff that’s in the room, but I’m expecting you to put everything back where you found it, ok? Also, please don’t flood the place. It’ll be a nightmare to clean up.

“Third, you’re not allowed in my room. You’ll know when you see it. If you need anything just, knock. But if I find you snooping around in there then the deal’s off. Am I clear?”

“Yes yes! No stealing, no griefing, no going into fucking the end– can I go now?” Tommy squirmed under Dream’s gaze, trying his best to look on his best behavior.

“No going into the– what?” Dream shakes his head, a little confused at Tommy’s turn of phrase, before patting his shoulder. “Yes, ok. You can go. Just don’t forget to get ready tomorrow, we open at 10am!”

“Yeah yeah, see you in the morning bitch!”

OMAKE:

“And that’s how I found myself working at this cafe.”

“Wait, so you didn’t have to lie about your age and pester him for weeks?”

“What?”

“What?”

#redtaxproject #cobblestonetax #seetommytax #fic #my fic #oneshot #superhero AU #weeks of brainrotting and all I have to show for it is this one fic #and it’s not even in the main character’s POV #ah well #works great for the tax project lol #dsmp #c!tommy #c!dream

[bluegekk0]

Imagine, if you will, a scenario. Something goes ever so slightly wrong in the ritual. Or Grimm butt-dials some sort of genetic marker or what not. In any case, upon his vessel's maturation, he discovers one, unchangeable fact: he's now a puffball. Fluffier than the Radiance herself. Just a literal ball of fluff. How does he react, and how does everyone else react?

well, first of all, he takes a mental note of what he could've done wrong and tries to correct it before the next ritual. nkg and the physical realm grimm exist simultaneously (i could try to go into specifics but let's just say it's possible thanks to his god powers), so while grimm tries to tame the neverending fluff, nkg already prepares the next body, hopefully without such flaws this time

as for whatever happens in the physical realm, it's certainly an experience. one of the things grimm specifically paid attention to when creating his body was making sure it had less fur than his nightmare king self, for a very simple reason - it's a nightmare (pun intended) to maintain if you have to adhere to the rules of the mortal plane. not to mention that, since his body grows and matures very quickly, i imagine that also applies to stuff like the rate at which his fur grows. so if he doesn't trim it, it can grow to impressive lengths, but that gets annoying, which is why he prevents it from happening

now try to imagine that, except he has a massive amount of fluff by default. not very fun. he would likely trim as much of it as he can to be able to actually function, but it would still be a nuisance in his every day life. it would get constantly matted and he would leave fluff everywhere, which would be infuriating not just for him but for everyone else around him

speaking of others, i think they would find it hilarious at first, especially hornet. but only for a bit. having to actually deal with him around wouldn't be nearly as funny, i imagine. fpk would love it though. maybe not the part where the fur gets everywhere, but the softness of it. i mean, his partner basically turned into a giant soft ball of fur, what isn't there to love?

as for grimm himself. aside from the frustration of having to maintain all of it until the next cycle, i think the resemblance to the radiance would bother him even more. to put it lightly, he's not very fond of his sister, so looking in the mirror and seeing what's essentially her but red would be enough to ruin his day. sure, trimming it to reduce the "ball" shape would help, but that sort of reminder is something he would much rather avoid, and would give him even more reasons to find the mistake he made and fix it before he has to replace the body again

so yeah, in short, it would be quite chaotic and not very pleasant for grimm or the others. but i really like this idea, not necessarily this one in particular (though i love the comedy potential of it hahah), but nkg potentially messing up when creating his body. i imagine that kind of thing happened more often many years ago, when he was still getting used to his body. but mistakes always happen, and even gods can make them haha

but that was a really fun ask, thank you for sending it!

#ask stuff #feral pk au

[arakawa-division]

Hoodstar+ (Sounds of Silence & Private Party Ver.)

Bring the Beat!

[All:]

I'm a hoodstar, shine only star

We're the town's one and only No.1 bad boys

Check yourself, don’t rush us now

We'll beat you down for sure this time

Ahhhhhh!

[Alexis:]

Arakawa's streets whisper tales through my frame

A CIA shadow, but here I've got a name

In this city's rhythm, my cover's no game

Grateful for the haven, in espionage's flame

[Diệu:]

In the city's alleys, where secrets intertwined

A jeweler by day, at night a different sign

Mystery's my craft, leaving clues in the design

My friends and foes charmed, by the riddle that's mine (~Haha)

[Ivelisse:]

Overcoming weakness, with each breath I try

Grateful for this city, where Guru's spirit can fly

In Arakawa's calm, I stretch towards the sky

A yogi's hope for peace, on this mat, I rely

[Sounds of Silence:]

Check it out!

Whatever the deal now let's go, baby

Boogie down, walking down

Arakawa represent!

The game's a breeze when your foe's a sucker

Watch and learn, it's our turn on the set!

[All:]

I'm a hoodstar, shine only star

We're the town's one and only No.1 bad boys

Check yourself, don’t rush us now

We'll beat you down for sure this time

Ahhhhhh!

[Kai:]

From the alleys of Roppongi where the neon lights glide

Found my home in the rhythm, Tokyo's pulse on the ride

Once a stranger to the beats, now they callin' me guide

With a fam by my side, in this city, we pride

[Mireya:]

Roppongi's queen, in the night's embrace I stand

From a tough past to the club's command

With my king and our child, we rule this land

Together, our dreams as vast as the city's expanse

[Zakari:]

In Roppongi's heart, a young stuntman takes flight

Lost one fam, found another, we shine so bright

Thrills in my soul, birds in the sky my sight

This city, my stage, living for the height!

[Private Party:]

Check it out!

Whatever the deal now let's go, baby

Boogie down, walking down

Roppongi represent!

The game's a breeze when your foe's a sucker

Watch and learn, it's our turn on the set!

[All:]

Division Rap Battle will make your wildest dreams come true

Feelin’ real bouncy

Don't stop your music

Rhyme junkie brat’s fight holds the key to this door

If your pride is cheap, you'll be swallowed up by the town

Precise delivery, flow blazes a new path forward

What were you born to do and sing?

Use those eyes and ears to find out yourself

I'm a hoodstar, shine only star

We're the town's one and only No. 1 bad boys

Check yourself, don’t rush us now

We'll beat you down for sure this time

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #arakawa division #sounds of silence #alexis ward #hoàng diệu #ivelisse martinez #roppongi division #private party #kai quinlan #mireya quinlan #zakari hiroya #hoodstar

[roppongi-division]

Hoodstar+ (Sounds of Silence & Private Party Ver.)

Bring the Beat!

[All:]

I'm a hoodstar, shine only star

We're the town's one and only No.1 bad boys

Check yourself, don’t rush us now

We'll beat you down for sure this time

Ahhhhhh!

[Alexis:]

Arakawa's streets whisper tales through my frame

A CIA shadow, but here I've got a name

In this city's rhythm, my cover's no game

Grateful for the haven, in espionage's flame

[Diệu:]

In the city's alleys, where secrets intertwined

A jeweler by day, at night a different sign

Mystery's my craft, leaving clues in the design

My friends and foes charmed, by the riddle that's mine (~Haha)

[Ivelisse:]

Overcoming weakness, with each breath I try

Grateful for this city, where Guru's spirit can fly

In Arakawa's calm, I stretch towards the sky

A yogi's hope for peace, on this mat, I rely

[Sounds of Silence:]

Check it out!

Whatever the deal now let's go, baby

Boogie down, walking down

Arakawa represent!

The game's a breeze when your foe's a sucker

Watch and learn, it's our turn on the set!

[All:]

I'm a hoodstar, shine only star

We're the town's one and only No.1 bad boys

Check yourself, don’t rush us now

We'll beat you down for sure this time

Ahhhhhh!

[Kai:]

From the alleys of Roppongi where the neon lights glide

Found my home in the rhythm, Tokyo's pulse on the ride

Once a stranger to the beats, now they callin' me guide

With a fam by my side, in this city, we pride

[Mireya:]

Roppongi's queen, in the night's embrace I stand

From a tough past to the club's command

With my king and our child, we rule this land

Together, our dreams as vast as the city's expanse

[Zakari:]

In Roppongi's heart, a young stuntman takes flight

Lost one fam, found another, we shine so bright

Thrills in my soul, birds in the sky my sight

This city, my stage, living for the height!

[Private Party:]

Check it out!

Whatever the deal now let's go, baby

Boogie down, walking down

Roppongi represent!

The game's a breeze when your foe's a sucker

Watch and learn, it's our turn on the set!

[All:]

Division Rap Battle will make your wildest dreams come true

Feelin’ real bouncy

Don't stop your music

Rhyme junkie brat’s fight holds the key to this door

If your pride is cheap, you'll be swallowed up by the town

Precise delivery, flow blazes a new path forward

What were you born to do and sing?

Use those eyes and ears to find out yourself

I'm a hoodstar, shine only star

We're the town's one and only No. 1 bad boys

Check yourself, don’t rush us now

We'll beat you down for sure this time

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #roppongi division #private party #kai quinlan #mireya quinlan #zakari hiroya #arakawa division #sounds of silence #alexis ward #hoàng diệu #ivelisse martinez #hoodstar

[redsthebeststick]

Beach Day

SC: Hey guys?

Red: Mm?

SC: How 'bout we go to the beach today?

Green: Hell yeah!

Yellow: Sounds good to me!

Blue: Sure!

Red: Nice!

SC: Guess it's set then! Let's go get all our stuff, I'll ask Alan if he can help me draw some bags to put all the stuff in.

The others all agreed to go get all their on stuff, and then bring it all down and pack it.

Green: I'll call Purple, I'm sure he'd love to come.

Blue: K!

Green went into her room and called Purple. Purple was ecstatic and said he'd be over right away.

Green put down the phone, grabbed a towel, sweets, sunglasses, and her guitar, and ran back to the living room to put her stuff down. Blue and Yellow packed whilst Green was on her phone waiting for Purple to arrive, and Red followed SC to adobe flash where Alan and him drew and animated. 

Red: Sec wait!

SC turned around.

SC: Red! You ok?

Red: Do you mind if I try to draw something?

SC: Yeah sure!

Red: Thanks.

SC passed Red the pen, and she started drawing. At first, SC couldn't understand what she was drawing, but as it got more detailed, SC realised that she had drawn 6 surfboards!

SC: Those are so good! Since when were you that good at drawing?

Red: Well, I watch you and Alan draw sometimes, it's quite calming, I guess I must have picked up some tips.

SC: Well the only thing is, how are we going to fit these in bags?

Red: We'll have to carry them! There is no way I'm missing out on surfing. 

SC: Your very determined aren't you?

SC said smiling at Red.

Red: I thought you would've figured that out by now hollow head.

Red said, kissing him lightly on the cheek and walking away.

SC laughed and went back to drawing with Alan.

After all the packing was done, they loaded it all up into bags and travelled to Purple's laptop where the city was, as Purple said he was going to meet them there. They came to the beach, and it was beautiful. The sun was high up in the sky, and there was only about 50 other people there. It was a really big beach, so they had so much of it to themselves. Green squinted and saw a purple stick in the distance.

Green: Hey guys! I think that's Purple!

Yellow looked the same way.

Yellow: Looks like it, oh hang on, I have binoculars.

Yellow took them out of one of the bags and looked through them.

Green: So?

Yellow: Yep it's him alright, but he's so far away! How do we get his attention?

SC: I got an idea.

Without another word, he took out a little tablet ad started scribbling something.

Red: What the...oh! Good idea!

Red said as she looked at what he was drawing.

When SC was finished, he reached into the tablet and pulled out a megaphone.

Through the megaphone, he shouted:

SC: YO PURPLE! WE'RE OVER HERE!

Yellow looked through the binoculars again, and saw the purple stick running towards their direction.

Yellow: Haha, I think it worked.

As the stick got closer, it started to shout.

Purple: HEY GUYS!!!!!

Finally, Purple reached them, and Green ran up to him and hugged him.

Green: Purple! How are you?

Purple: I'm great thanks! How are you?

Green: I'm great. Come on, we need to get all our stuff set up! I can see you brought some stuff too!

Purple: Of course! Couldn't come unprepared for the beach now could I?

Green laughed.

Green: Of course not.

They got out beach umbrellas, mats to lay down on, and a cooler bag for the drinks.

Green looked up. This place seemed familiar.

Green: Wait...oh my god...wow.

Blue: What's wrong?

Green: Don't you remember a couple of years ago, we came to this same beach!

Blue: Do you mean...it was the one that was covered in litter!?

Green: Exactly! Look at it now!

Yellow: That's...crazy.

Red: No way.

They all smiled and continued to set up. Once it was all done, they all went into the sea and threw a ball around for a bit. 

SC: I don't know about you guys but I'm starving!

Red: Me too.

Blue: I saw a fish and chip place nearby, maybe we could try there?

Purple: What's fish and chips?

The others looked at him in shock, until Red came up to him and said:

Red: Something your really gonna love!

Everyone looked at Red with a grateful expression. They didn't want to make Purple feel insecure. He had missed out on a lot of normal things kids did, trying fish and chip being one of them apparently. Asking Purple why he had never tried it would've made him really sad, so Red avoided the question with her quick thinking.

Yellow: Let's go!

They went the fish and chip place, and Green talked to Purple about all the different options he could have. Purple eventually decided on just a bag of chips, and the others got their meals as well. They sat down back at their beach spot, and ate lunch. Purple looked at the chips in worry.

Purple: Do I just..?

Green: Yeah! Just try it, honestly they're incredible.

Purple took a chip and popped it into his mouth. For a second, Green thought Purple was going to throw up due to the blank expression on his face, but then he widened his eyes and turned to Green.

Purple: Where has this been all my life!?!?!

Green burst out laughing and so did everyone else, including Purple. They sat under the beach umbrellas for a couple of hours, just chatting and talking.

Red: I think the tide's good now, should we try surfing?

SC: Yeah sure!

They all agreed and brought out the surfboards.

Purple: Wait, you guys got one for me? Thank you so much!

Yellow: 'Course we did.

They all got a surfboard and waded out to sea.

Yellow: Wait guys! 

Blue: What's wrong? 

Yellow: I-I don't know how to surf...

Blue: Oh, that's fine! I don't either!

Green: Me neither.

Purple: Me threether!

The others laughed and walked more out to sea. When it was about waist high, all of them started paddling and they got up onto the surfboards.

Yellow: How the hell do you balance on these things?!

Blue: I have no idea!

SC: Let's go a bit farther out! That's where the big waves are!

Red: Yep!

Yellow: Ummmmm imma stay back here ya know, hahaha,you know just-just chill...ye-yeah chill...

Blue: Me too...those waves look pretty big.

Red: Alright then! Have fun!

They continued to surf farther out, and suddenly, they saw MASSIVE wave in the distance.

Red: oh.My.GOD!!!!

Purple: Holy crap!

Green: Jesus christ!

SC: HELL YEAH!

The wave came closer and closer, and finally, they stood up on their surfboards and road the wave.

Red: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SC: LET'S GOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Green: HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Purple: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Red: Wait wait WAIT! READY FOR THIS!?!?

SC: WHAT?!

Suddenly, she crouched on her surfboard, and surfed into the wave and to the top of it!

SC: HOW THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THAT!?!?!?!?

Red: NEW TRICK HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

When the wave finally disappeared, they swam back out and kept riding waves, until they were exhausted and swam back to the shore, Yellow and Blue waiting for them.

They grabbed the towels and laughed as they dried off. 

A few more hours went passed, until they all decided to go up to the cliffside.

Red: It's so beautiful up here.

The sunset was incredible, and the waves were crashing on the cliff.

SC: How about we all jump in together?

Yellow: I don't know...it might not be deep enough.

Red: Oh don't worry! I already checked with the lifeguard and they said that it was fine to jump in and that it was definitely deep enough because they checked this morning.

Yellow: Oh ok.

Blue: Ready?

They all walked to the edge.

Green: Ready.

SC: 3...2...1...JUMP!!!!!!

They jumped into the water, making a big splash as they went under. They all came up fine, and they walked back up to the beach, tired, laughing, and so, so happy.

#avm #alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm blue #avm red #ava #avm green #avm yellow #avm purple #avm tsc #animation vs animator #animationvsminecraft #avm ships #ava fanart

[hmshermitcraft]

Gem and Wels’ on a date, and some backstory!

—

“Gem..?”

Wels whispered, barely audible over the sound of rustled leaves and the faint buzzing of bees.

She hummed in reply, hand intertwined with his as they lay on a picnic mat.

“Do you ever wonder, how many lives have passed just over time?”

“Are you getting existential?”

He snorted, “maybe.”

“I’m only here because of some accidental time travel and too many lines of code that make sure I don’t age 2000 years. I’m sure X is tired of updating them by now.”

“How did you accidentally time travel into the present day anyways? If you’re alright with sharing.”

Wels kissed her on the cheek.

“The cold air was eerie. It didn’t feel right. My life didn’t feel right.

I had been King Arthur’s knight since I was allowed to. I had wished and hoped to be among the strongest army ever seen in history. I had hoped to be in textbooks, to be remembered for glory.”

Gem cut him off, “you achieved the ‘be in textbooks’ dream of yours.” Wels laughed.

“I was one of the few knights Galahad had appointed to join him on the search for the grail. That’s when I knew, it wasn’t meant to be.

So I ran, I ran farther and farther from where me and the other accompanying knights had been stationed. The breeze was pushing me back, telling me that it was my duty, that I had signed up for this, that I had to follow it through. Scouts honor and all of that.”

Gem kissed away the tears forming in his tear ducts. He didn’t even realize he was crying. He sniffed.

“Are you alright? You don’t have to tell me,”

“It’s fine, I want to.”

“If you insist…”

“I had pushed through the breeze and the thoughts that told me I was only meant to be a knight. That I couldn’t be anything more than that. I had stumbled into a cave, and dug deeper to find a stronghold. With my sword in hand, I thought, ‘nothing left to lose, might as well.’ And jumped into the ender portal.”

Gem gasped, “Wels! You could have died!” She fussed over him, hand now delicately caressing his face. She kissed him on the bridge of his nose, which made him chuckle.

“I slayed the dragon, I hadn’t known what would happen, where I’d end up, but the air was constricting, and I knew I only had moments left before I would die of oxygen deprivation. So I jumped, and found myself in the 4th season of Hermitcraft.”

Wels chuckled.

“That’s when Xisuma found me at spawn, where I subsequently started to age far too quickly as he scrambled to make sure I didn’t die via lots of lines of code. If you want to know the specifics of that, you’ll have to ask him.”

“From how he’d mentioned it, I don’t think I want to.” She giggled.

“And 4 seasons later, I met you. The love of my life.”

“Okay, now you’re being a sap.”

“I’m your knight in shining armor.”

“That, you are.”

And so, the supposed princess and her knight intertwined their fingers together, and gazed at the sunset. What a romantic scene indeed.

—

Bonus;

The sun had set, not a flare visible in the sky any longer.

BdoubleO100 went to sleep

<Geminitay> We were having a romantic moment!

<Welsknight> bad timing haha

<BdoubleO100> sorry!! lol

~🎨 anon <3

Some part of Gem has found it hard to accept that Camelot isn't the romanticised image she's so used to seeing. But she has a real piece of it here with her, and that's what's most important in her eyes. Looking after Wels.

There's... Clearly things he doesn't talk about. She doesn't press, either. Everything he chooses to share with her, she's grateful for. And she'll share stories of childhood and early heartbreak. The teasing she endured in her youth. Nothing compared to Wels, but he appreciates the perspective on modern day life too.

It still feels like there's things he doesn't fully understand. He appreciates the time Gem takes to teach him - he doesn't feel afraid to admit when he's unfamiliar with something. Whether it be food, an item or a custom. Gem is always happy to teach him!

Who knew things could end up like this?

#hermitshipping #ask #gem tag #welsknight tag #tayls #🎨 anon #mod 🎀

[klance-daydreams]

can't go a day without it ☕

(a space ranger vlogs mini fic)

==========================

Keith is not a morning person. He'll wake up on time, sure, but actually wanting to wake up?

Out of the question.

Most days, when his phone's alarm sings its default tune, Keith turns it off, and starts the coffee machine for him and Lance. But he's tired this morning. They drove all night for Pete's sake! All the way from Salt Lake City in Utah to Reno, Nevada. And it's cold. Keith hates the cold.

 The van is usually good with keeping a bearable temperature from the inside, but like all road vehicles, it's never perfect. Hence, Keith doesn't want to get up. He pulls the comforter towards himself and shifts closer to Lance, who is still peacefully snoozing away, unaware of anything happening right now.

Late morning light filters through the cracks between the shades and the van's windows. Nobody can see the inside of the van, and nobody can look out either. Obviously, Keith knows where the camper is parked. He knows what to expect when he opens the shades; a 24-hour parking lot at a local store. But for now, he can't see the outside, and it's like him and Lance are in their own little world. Which is kind of cheesy, but whatever.

 And normally, they're both already awake, eating toast or granola bars and overall getting ready for the day ahead. Lance would grab the camera, Keith would carry the backpack, and they'd be off filming another vlog. But today is a rare day off. And Keith wants to take advantage of that. 

He wraps his arm around Lance carefully, taking in the warmth of the other boy as he does. He inches closer. Lance's hair is matted from sleeping, and his clothes wrinkle in the weirdest places. His body goes up and down and up and down with each breath. Sleeping over with your best friend is one thing, and this is another. And sure, you could call this spooning, but that word makes Keith cringe. They're not spooning. Couples spoon, and Keith and Lance are not a couple. Somehow.

Keith closes his eyes for a few minutes, maybe for longer. It feels like seconds. He's fallen into that state where reality feels like a fever dream. Like he's floating and sinking at the same time. He's aware, but in a split second, his consciousness could disappear.

Just then, the mattress shifts. "G'morning,"

Lance turns over to face Keith with a sleepy grin. They're probably four inches apart at this point. They've slept and woke up side by side like this for months now, and Keith will still never get over Lance's morning voice. Luckily, Keith has a good poker face. 

"'Morning, Sleeping Beauty." 

Lance gasps with offense as he turns back around dramatically. "Whatever. I'm going back to sleep. And yes, I am a beauty, Keith. Try not to be so jealous."

"Oh no. I'm so sorry," Keith scoffs back. He wants Lance to turn around again. Please let him turn back around. When he doesn't, Keith decides to take matters into his own hands. 

"Lance, hey, LANCE." He doesn't know how else to get his attention, so Keith aggressively pats the other boy. How else can you get your friend to move because you want to see their stupid pretty face without making it weird? The tactic works, though, and Lance is successfully facing Keith again. 

In the middle of a yawn, Lance replies, "Y'know Keith, sometimes people wake others up by gently rubbing their back. Keyword: gentle." Lance sits up to stretch. 

"Haha." Why is he sitting up? Why can't we lay down some more together? Keith can't translate those words to something platonic, so he instead sits up as well, and climbs out of the bed. Chills shoot up his spine as his feet touch the cold, hard floor. He regrets everything.

"I'm going to start the coffee."

Lance nods and checks his phone. Keith grabs the mugs and starts the morning brew. In a few seconds, the brown liquid trickles down into the first cup, and its aroma wafts all throughout the van.

Keith stares back at Lance, who's scrolling through Instagram. He likes a post with two cats cuddling each other. The boy scratches his face, and scrolls down to the next post. 

Mornings like this are rare. They're rare, and they're the best ones, because the morning can drag along slowly. Giving enough time to wake up whenever Keith and Lance want. Enough for them to sip their coffee together in bed and chat. Keith smiles. He'll never be a morning person, but can surely get used to this.

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#keith pining amirite #klance #keith and lance #klance fanfic #space ranger vlogs #klancedaywrites??? #lance pining coming soon ;0

[hxans]

So, we watched episodes 6 & 7 of Wheel of Time

I think my husband has struggled a little with hearing some names pronounced, I mean, I know it's thrown me off a couple of times, when we're both so used to seeing the names written. Even with the guides at the back of the books we sometimes develop a preferred (incorrect) pronunciation. Anyway watching the opening about young Siuan and he's like, wait, who is she? 'Cause I don't think he quite caught the way her name was pronounced at first.

It's all starting to blur together a bit, which things happen in which episode, which I didn't expect to happen quite so soon, for me in the books I'm pretty good at remembering things up through tFoH and then it gets blurry. At least being 8 episodes if I want to rewtch it's easy enough to do so.

I am way more interested in the white tower polical stuff these days, so that's all very interesting to watch, and I feel I've got to watch it again to catch all the various interplays. Logain was very tragic, and I want more of him. Moiraine was very dramatic with the public displays of humiliation.

The blue sister talking about ships disappearing in the west filled me with dread. That's some bad, bad news right there.

I was right, when we got to the scene where Moiraine and Siuan are alone and they kiss, husband was like, I don't remember that from the books. I had to remind him RJ had some odd ideas about women being "pillowfriends" as novices but usually growing out of it. Which, yes, let's ignore that.

It was interesting how Moiraine kept Mat & Rand separated from Egwene & Perrin, not even telling them they were all in the city. I know part of it was trying to keep the tower from noticing what she was doing, but I can't help but think little things like that will fuel the distrust in her, especially with some of her other choices later.

Loved the scene of Egwene and Nynaeve meeting Siuan, and the way Nynaeve refused to be impressed or cowed, haha.

If I have one complaint, they sent the horses away before entering The Ways and had Mat dramatically hang back before ditching them, I just think him holding on to the horses and noping out of going with them would have made more sense. But uhh, I'm also worried about him being alone, weaponless and horseless and Padan Fain showing up to follow the others.

My husband had left the room just before the openjng for episode 7, so I paused it, and when he came back he was like, you didn't have to do that, and I was like, excuse you yes I did. You'll want to see this. Rand's mum fighting all those men while in labour, that was some badass shit. It's an awesome fight sequence which he agreed was worth watching.

So the Ways were creepy, but I liked the moment that showed Perrin's vision has changed when he could see further in the dark than the others. And then the black wind with everyone's fears hurled at them, for yet another moment of Nynaeve blazing with power.

I saw Uno! Hiiiiii Uno!

And Min was introduced, hi Min. She seems ok so far. She is kinda special that she's the first person Rand is willing to admit to the possibility he is tDR.

Liked Nynaeve getting to meet Lan's family and have her time with him.

Not sure what else to say about the episode. There were a lot of conversations, some awkward moments, a moment that seemed to be unintentionally unrequited Perrin/Rand while they tried to sell us on unrequited Perrin/Egwene, but all of it leading to the moment where Rand and Moiraine ditch everyone to head to teotw.

#hxans rl #hxans watches wot #wheel of time #wot on prime

[wardlowsbabydoll]

Can you do head cannons for a young male wrestler(19 or 20) dating John cena and the read becoming the first open gay WWE champion?

Of course!! Sorry it took me so long to get these done, work has been kicking my ass!

You had been number one contender to the world title four times before, an impressive feat for being 20.

As the youngest son of Vince and Linda, everyone assumed you got everything handed to you on a silver platter which couldn’t be further from the truth

At the age of 17 when you made your debut for the company you told your father that you wanted to do this on your own and be treated like the other superstars.

This was how you met John. He had come in for a match against Kurt Angle and lost, but you saw something in him and offered him some advice although he’d been wrestling longer than you, he took them in stride.

You and John being a couple was never a secret. You just never advertised it. You weren’t ashamed of who you were and that’s why John loved you

Your siblings were VERY supportive and so was your mom

Your dad didn’t really seem to care all that much when you came out. You were still his son and he loved you. But that doesn’t mean that he liked talking about it.

This lead to where you were now. Your boyfriend as WWE Champion and you as his number one contender.

In your three years of wrestling in your family’s promotion you had never faced your boyfriend

You and John were both very popular. He was one of the top baby faces and you were one of the top heels

It was hard on you both to feud but in the end it was so worth it

You had somehow managed to get the match changed to a Hell In A Cell match

A match type that you were undefeated in

In the buildup to the match you were decimating opponents left and right and so was John

This was almost a game for you both. This was a match that you were both told the outcome would be what the outcome would be. There wouldn’t be a scripted finish

You became a different person once you got into the cell. Nothing else mattered but destroying your opponent, even if your opponent was your boyfriend

You and John were main eventing the PPV and this was the match everyone was waiting for

You either tore the house down or put the crowd to sleep.

You and John tore the house down.

While John was used to mat wrestling and relying on his strength while you relied on your high flying moves and riskier spots.

As you both went on the fan's screaming got louder and louder.

The biggest moment of the match was when you hit your brother’s Coast to Coast move and then locked John into your submission the Guillotine

You and John knew this match was strictly business and it wouldn’t affect your relationship but as John faded slowly you couldn’t help but whisper “I’m sorry”

The minute the bell rang your ears started ringing. Even though you were the heel, the crowd was cheering for you

Raising that belt in the air felt euphoric, almost like the first time you and John were together intimately

You could see John slowly come to and even though he was disappointed he didn’t win the match, you could see in his eyes how proud he was of you

In a moment that you were sure would have your father red-faced, and send the shareholders into a frenzy, you helped John up to his feet and kissed him

On national television

in front of the fans watching around the world

the cheers that were slowly fading had erupted again

it was all over the newspapers for a few days

you and john couldn't give two fucks though

you were both happy that you could both fully be out together

Here you go, Justin! Sorry, it took so long, life kinda got in the way haha! Hope you enjoyed it!

#john cena #wwe imagines #wwe x reader #john cena headcanons #wwe headcanons #wrestling headcanons

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey I love you're story's there always bright up my day 💚I have a question, would you do a story where Y/N is the queen cobra so a student and y/n and terry fell in love ? (An adult student ofc) that would be interesting 💚

Thank you so much 🥺💚 that's very kind of you to say, I shall try my best 😊

Since finding out about the new dojo called cobra kai, straight away you went to see if there was any spaces available. And luckily, there was! At first it was just John Kreese, but then another man joined to help teach me too. Terry silver. They were both good teachers, but you definitely preferred Terry. He was so handsome, charming, and he was very supportive. You connected with Terry much more than John. And you definitely found him very attractive.

You had been there many months and were doing so well, that not only were you given a position as a sensei, but you had actually surpassed their skills as your thirst for knowledge grew. You learned bojutsu, krav maga ect. Many more skills than them both. So one day, you enter the dojo and are surprised to see John and Terry waiting for you. "Uhh hey guys, everything alright?" They both smile, and Terry takes a step forward "yes Y/N were find, we were actually just discussing you" "me?" John smiles and walks into the office while Terry continues to talk to you. "We were discussing how impressed we are of you, and how cobra kai has improved so much since you've started working hear" John walks back out, with a framed certificate in his hand. "So, me and john decided to make you a little something" john hands you the framed certificate, which says (the cobra queen of the cobra kai dojo) "oh my God, guys! This is so nice! Thank you" John smiles "your welcome Y/N" you smile happily, looking the frame, and Terry just admires you. "So listen guys, I have to get going, you alright to lock down the dojo later Terry?" "Yeh no problem john" John walks out of the dojo leaving you and Terry alone. "So Terry, you have anything needed doing today?" He smiles at you. "Actually Y/N, I have a personal request for you" "oh really?" "Yes, I would you to teach me a little krav maga" this makes you smile "sure, I'm happy to give you a little private lesson" you and Terry make your way to a training room and begin warming up. Your secretly very exited to be doing this with him, a chance to flirt maybe? You start showing him the basics, and before you know it, your both full on fighting eachother in krav maga style. ""Oh sensei L/N, dont go to hard on me" this makes you smirk "sensei silver, aren't you the one that says no mercy?" He chuckles at you "well, that's a good point by dear" with that he tries a forward punch move, but you manage to slip behind him, and pin him on the floor on his stomach, and you have his hand behind his back. "Haha I'm definitely in need of more lessons aren't I sensei L/N?" You turn him over onto his back so he is facing you. "Please, call me Y/N" he smiles, then he intertwines his fingers into yours, pulls yours and his hand above his head, bringing you very close to him. "If that's what the beautiful lady wishes" he says as he looks longingly at your lips. You feel the heat biuld up in your cheeks, lean down and give him a delicate kiss. However, by the look in his eyes, he wants more. He leans up, takes you in his arms, pins you on the training mat and you end up having a steamy make out session 😏🥵💚

#thomas ian griffith #cobra kai #sensei targaryen #terry silver

[barzysunflower]

What’s your most popular Mat story you’ve written ? I’m new to the blog and don’t know where to start ☺️

aww ty for asking💗💗 I know I have quite a bit on my masterlist haha and a lot more coming…

I’ll link my masterlist here, which can also be found on my main home page (lol idk what to call it but my pinned post haha)

For some longer fics I think those are the most liked ones ‘first I love you’ (one of my firsts I’ve written haha) or sick day if you’re looking for smth cozy or unexpected if you’re looking for a series I’m currently still working on. new year’s surprise is sort of on the same path if you’re looking for dad!mat :) you’re losing me is my most recent fic

Then there are a bunch of smaller blurbs also linked in the masterlist!!

If you like smut, I’m pretty sure this one is the most liked his jersey or cabin getaway

#lolo answers #self promo 🤷🏻‍♀️ #THANK YOU💗💗 #seriously I love getting these kinds of any kinda of messages!! #makes me happy <3

[pinkfakeflowers]

diary & coord ootd! 

Hat: dreamypebble Necklace, JSK: Angelic Pretty Socks: SheepPuff Shoes: Fila

milky berry is such a comfy dress. I expected it to be smaller in terms of sizing tbh but it fits very well! It’s also very soft… with the shoulder straps being ties (like waist ties), its very cute blouseless for summer :)

My day today:

I went out in the early afternoon with my girlfriend, who was supposed to sell a keyboard. Alas, this fell through but we did go to a local store as they were having a sale on home goods. We got two new pillows, placemats and a cute cat little.. idk, center place mat ? haha

anyway unfortunately i was a bit up and down today physically with how i felt and ended up unable to go to a friend’s party :(

i’m working on a video where i looked back on lolita-tips & interviewed it’s creator. Alas, this one has been taking me literal months to chug through, minutes getting edited at a time.. not sure why its taking so long, i guess i just haven’t been motivated - the heat really gets to me.

#lolitafashion #coords

[msm-tsotmw]

6.4.20XX

Ah , Nothing Better Than Lying Down Outside And Looking At The Aurora Monstralis ! It’s Really Pretty , And It’s A Huge Relief From All The Worrying A Few Days Ago .

Wait ,, what ?? Worrying ??

crysta, you probably-

When I Got The News About The Music And Light On Light Island Going Out , I , Uh , Panicked .

I Thought Everyone , Including Crysta Lost Their Ability To Sing !

Oh

(Ritika winces.)

But It’s A Good Thing That You Didn’t . At Least You’re Safe !

Yeah !! Least we’re safe !!

mhm.

* Sigh *

(Toorie lays her head down on one of her pompoms.)

you know what, crys, maybe we should try and leave toorie be. i think she deserves to relax on her own.

Awh ,, but —

crysta, come on.

But the Monstralis !!

we can always see it tomorrow night, right?

…… Right ..

(Toorie’s sisters head back into their house, going to eat dinner or something.)

… Huh . I , Uh , Didn’t Know Being Alone Could Feel Nice …

… Unlike Before My Sisters Came Along …

… Hm .

(Suddenly, it hears a rustle somewhere behind her.)

?

ACK

Mondo ? Is That-

OOF

Ah !

(Mondo somehow tripped on themselves and landed face-down on the ground next to Toorie.)

… Mondo ? You Okay ?

oh

(Mondo gets up and dusts his matted fur.)

uh nothing just

uhhhhh

i was trying to walk outside but i didnt wanna bring a fire lantern to light the way so here i am

Ahahah , Okay ! That’s Understandable .

eheheheheheheheheuuh

um

* Snrrk *

what

whats so funny

You Have Something On Your Face , Silly !

whats on my face

Here , Let Me Get It .

oh uh

(Toorie awkwardly inches closer towards Mondo and plucks a small piece of thread off of their face.)

There !

(It’s the same shade of brown as the stitches on his beanie, which is kind of coming apart. She looks down at Mondo’s face, and notices that it’s as pink as her fur usually is.)

Huh ? Why Do You Look-

NOTHING

uh

just

uhhh

Looks Like We’re Gonna Have To Get Someone To Fix Your Hat Tomorrow .

yeah

that

(The two Monsters exchange an extremely awkward silence.)

You Know , The Monstralis Looks Super Pretty Tonight !

yea

it does

Do They Have Stuff Like That On Cold Island ?

sometimes

its called moon rainbows for some reason

Ooh , Moon Rainbows ! That Sounds Pretty .

yea

it is

Hey , If We Ever Visit Cold Again , Do You Think We Might Be Able To See The Moon Rainbows ?

maybe

wait wdym we

by the time this journeys over all of us will probably just go home to our home islands

By “We” , I Mean The Two Of Us . I’d Like To See The Moon Rainbows Without Sprigg Taking Notes About Everything , Haha !

oh

OH DEAR GLAISHUR SHE WANTS TO SEE THE MOON RAINBOWS ALONE WITH ME

DOES SHE EVEN KNOW IT ALSO SYMBOLIZES LOVE BETWEEN MONSTERS

ok

Cool !

FUCK MONDO YOU FUCKED UP AAUGUHABUGABUGAVU

enjoying your date?

WHA

(A very flustered Mondo looks up to see Flitz flying above them and Toorie.)

Oh , Flitz ! Hi !

Wait What Date

y’know, since you two are togeeeether, under the staaaaaaars, aloooooooone, talking about stuff…

IT IS NOT A FUCKING DATE

Yeah ! We’re Just Hanging Out Under The Stars And Talking About Things That Are Special To Us , Like Friends Always Do .

i dunno, sounds like a date to me.

SHUT

UP

alright, alright, fine!

(Even more awkward silence.)

… Anyways , Where’s Jeeo ?

sleeping.

what about the others?

Huh ?

you know, Sprigg, Mauna, and that Fluoress—I dunno, Mop Opera—she’s dating?

i think you mean moperetta

yeah, Moperetta. where are they?

I , Uh , Don’t Know .

oh ok

Probably Still Looking For Where The Light Is .

I’m Sure They’ll Be Back Soon Though , Right ?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

sorry for leaving on a cliffhanger shgsjhgsjyvusybuysbuysb

anyways I have summer school tomorrow so gn 🛌

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

#msm #my singing monsters #msm au #my singing monsters au #pompom #pompom msm #mammott #mammott msm #tootoo #tootoo msm #sooza #sooza msm #tweedle #tweedle msm