#Airplane has fun with clothing

[thedisablednaturalist]

Literally all the shit rich people have turned into luxuries are stuff many disabled people need (or would need to manage their pain but can't afford it)

Comfy ergonomic chairs

Indoor pool/hot tub (therapy bath)

Massages on the regular

Aides (rich people call them servants)

Yea even a cook who makes you special meals (perfect for people with special dietary needs and for those with severe allergies, as well as people who are in too much pain or are otherwise unable to cook)

Elevators in your house (even small ones just for groceries, my rich aunt has one in her beach house!)

Rich people don't buy these for fun I hope but custom powerchairs are obscenely expensive. It pisses me off when I see another person invent "the wheelchair of the future!" Which then is literally never fucking used because none of us can afford it (and insurance definitely won't pay)

Indoor gyms or even personal exercise equipment. Hard to go out to a gym somewhere else when you're disabled, especially if you are immunocompromised

Outdoor spaces to relax in. It's literally vital for your mental health to at least see the outdoors. I'd rather be bedridden in a sunroom (with retractable blinds) than a shitty apartment with one tiny window.

There's even freaking health retreats these people go to regularly. There's a fibromyalgia retreat in new york where they basically take care of all your needs while trying different treatments and seeing which ones help. Either it's heaven or making money off of scamming desperate people who are able to scrape the money together to go.

Private planes, which I honestly think shouldn't exist, but one that specifically catered to people with disabilities (spaces for wheelchairs/other mobility devices, accessible handicapped airplane bathroom, anxiety reducing tools, trained medical personnel and care team)

Also customized cars, except instead of making gas guzzling racecars to joyride in while everyone else is trying to get to work, cars with electric ramps, lifts, doors, cars customized for someone with limb differences. Those cars where you can roll your wheelchair right up to the wheel. Fuck even self driving cars once they are no longer deathtraps.

Skincare products that are safe for sensitive skin like eczema but also actually work

Nice-looking clothes customized to fit limb differences, access points, look good in wheelchairs, colostomy bags, etc. while also being comfortable and not fast fashion.

Dental care!!! What the fuck why is this shit so expensive!! I don't want my teeth to fall out!! (Disabled people usually need more dental care bc we have a harder time keeping up maintenance)

Rich people go and splurge on all of these even though they don't need them while calling disabled people selfish for begging their insurance for even one of these.

[ineffectualdemon]

Here's a fun au idea

Airplane's parents got divorced and both went on to create new families which they preferred

His dad had custody of him and it's implied he rarely if ever saw his mom and was generally not included in her family ← this part is all canon

Now for speculation and fun times: let's say his mom gets remarried when Airplane is 4. And marryed up into a much more affluent family.

He has a new step brother by the time he's 5 and a second one by the time he's 7. He gets a third stepbrother by the time he's 10 and a step sister follows after that.

He stops coming around by the time he's twelve because he knows he's not wanted. Even though he enjoyed keeping the youngest brother entertained with stories

The older step brothers vaguely remember the awkward older boy in shabby clothes who came by sometimes. The younger kids don't and don't even know their mom was married before their dad

Until the youngest brother finds and befriends/bullies his favourite/most hated author and brings him home for a visit because they are going to be roommates

Only oops Shen Yuan, said author turns out to be your stepbrother that your mother abandoned and you know he was living in poverty and has been struggling his whole life. While you were being babied by your shared mom

And oops Airplane, your littlest brother has been reading your poor quality porn for years and you've been trying to get him laid because he needs to realise he's gay. Also you may understand now why he's so reluctant to admit it

[velvetydream]

꒰ : 🌸 [ Second Times ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Eunhee was by now over three years old and a little darling, so how would San react to a little suprise?

Pairing : Dad! San x Mom! Fem! Pregnant! Reader

Word count : 3.4K Words

Genre : Fluff, Angst if you squint

Warnings ➵ Reader is a bit nervous of Sans

reaction, but Ateez helps her

a/n : Decided to write this as a little warm up right now to continue Barista! Yunho and the Pirate Story!💜

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Clutching the small pen-like test in your hand, the two lines smiling brightly back at you. It's just been over a month since Eunhees third birthday and here you're sitting on the edge of the tube, holding the test in your hands. Tears rimmed your eyes. Were they from sadness? Not really, maybe a tinge of anxiety of Sans's reaction to a second pregnancy, but they were more like tears of happiness. San never mentioned any aversion to a second child, so you were happy about this.

Your hand softly rubbing over your stomach now, it's probably barely been a few weeks, but knowing you're carrying a child of San yet again, makes you feel nothing but warmth and happiness. Taking the test, you quickly rush into the bedroom, hiding the test somewhere in your things, so well that San nor Eunhee would ever find it, before joining your two favorite people in the living room again. San was lying on the floor, legs straight up into the air as he balanced Eunhee on his feet playing airplane. Her little giggles sound through the whole room and make you smile before she looks up and screeches upon seeing you. "Mommy!" Being let down carefully, she quickly runs over to you, hugging your legs tightly as she grins up to you.

"Having fun?" You ruffle her dark hair softly, bending down to pick her up and hold her on your hip, she has grown a lot recently. "Yeah! Daddy said we'll visit the uncles this weekend for dinner!" Her tiny arms are around your neck now to hold on for support as she tells you smiling. "Oh really? Then we'll have to make you look extra pretty hm? Want all of them swoon over how cute you are!" Softly poking her tummy now as she lets out giggles while kicking her feet now. Setting her down now she rushes over to San again who is sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching the endearing moment now.

"Are you two fine? I wanted to go out for a bit and get some chores done." Walking over to them, you crouch down placing a soft kiss on both of their cheeks. "Daddy got it all handled no worries!" San told you, he really was an amazing dad, he loved his little girl so much. After saying goodbye to them, you grab your purse and leave the apartment smiling with a plan.

The first stop is the printer shop, which takes on orders for personalized clothes. Entering you take a quick look around, before spotting the old man working there. "Good day!" You greet him, making him notice you and greet you back. "I need seven Shirts for man and one for a toddler, the big ones should have something along the lines of 'We'll be uncles again soon' and the little one 'I'll be a big sister soon'" You explain to the man, his eyes light up upon hearing your instructions, congratulating you. He said it would be done in around three days which was perfect timing, just done before the dinner with everyone.

Leaving the shop with a thank you, you make your way to the grocery store to cover up that your chores at hand were to get a few items there in case San asked you what you did.

Coming back home your eyes immediately catch San lying on the couch sleeping, with Eunhee on his chest also fast asleep. Putting the groceries you got away, before walking over to your little family, watching them for a few seconds. It was exciting how soon you'd be a little family of four.. five. Looking down at the cat moving around your feet now, slowly patting Byeols head. Scoping Eunhee up into your arms now, you softly wake up San. "Baby, let's go to bed, you got a schedule and need to sleep in a proper bed." After making sure San would go to bed, you bring Eunhee to her room. She just recently got it done, everyone of Ateez helped along, some put together the furniture, and others painted the walls. It was adorable how dear your little daughter was to everyone.

Laying her down now, you put the blanket over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Turning on her bed light now, before leaving the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Walking into your shared bedroom now, San was lying on his side waiting for you, typing away on his phone mindlessly. "She's sound asleep, I still left the door a bit open in case she has a nightmare again. I'm a bit worried she's been having them more often lately." You talk to him while getting changed, before laying down beside him, resting your head on his chest. "Don't worry it's normal, her brain is starting to understand and notice more things, it's normal for her to process more in her dreams and therefore get a few more nightmares, it'll settle down again baby." His hand was running through your hair mindlessly now, pressing a kiss to your temple, before closing his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

The next few days went by quickly, Eunhee though was getting a bit more restless, even sleeping in your and Sans's bed the last two nights. Waking up this Friday now you look down at her, noticing how there is a sheen layer of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks are pink. Laying your hand on her forehead now, she was burning up, oh my poor baby you thought. Getting up quietly, San was already gone for work. You quickly get a pair of new clothes, before making her a quick breakfast so she can take some fever medicine, taking along a bottle of water for her. Just as you were picking everything up, your poor baby started crying and calling for you. Rushing into the room, you place everything on the nightstand now before scoping her up in your arms, softly swaying her side to side a bit as her tiny body clutches herself to you.

"It's okay baby, mommy is here, mommy just got you some things that will make you feel better again soon.." Whispering soft words as her cries didn't seem to stop. Probably from feeling unwell and waking up alone. You wish San was here right now, speaking of the devil as your phone starts ringing, picking up and hold it to your ear. "Hello baby.." You greet him, still hushing your daughter as she slowly starts to calm down. "Is Eunhee crying? Is everything okay? Should I come home?" Worry seeped from his voice upon hearing his little princess cry so harshly. "No don't, I got this. She's running a little fever so I don't think she'll be able to come along tomorrow, I'll give her some medicine now and then rest with her." You explain to them, hearing Wooyoung cooe sadly in the background, you were probably on speaker right now. "Okay, if you need anything or need me to come home call me, I'll make it work!" He assures you before ending the call, Eunhees cries quieted down now.

"Let's get something in your tummy so you can take your medicine hm?" You helped her sit on the bed, before helping her eat, but she still insisted that she could eat alone. Giving the medicine to her now, you were glad she never put up a fight when it came to this, before handing her, her water bottle. "You'll feel better soon baby, just rest, do you want something from your room?" Patting her head softly she shakes her head and only points to the TV in your room. Turning it on, she immediately points to one of the new Wanteez episodes that recently came out making you smile turning it on for her. Byeol has settled down on her lap by now, as Eunhee munches on the fruits you brought her.

"Mommy will be in the kitchen yeah? I'll make some soup for you for later." She simply nods, too engrossed in the show watching her dad and uncles be silly. Standing up now, you get changed into some home attire before moving to the kitchen, writing one of your close friends to please pick up your order from the shop, as you won't be able to do it today with Eunhee having a fever. Getting started on the soup now, before moving on the cleaning a bit, checking up on Eunhee every now and then, she at some point falling asleep cuddling Byeol, before waking up again hungry and then continuing to watch the show.

At some point at noon, your friend brought your order, asking what it was as the old man didn't tell her, telling her she'd know soon and that it was a secret for now, before handing her a little thank you for helping you out. Hiding the bag now as San would soon be home and you didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

"Welcome home darling!" You shout from the bedroom, sitting beside Eunhee now as you two watch a Barbie movie, her eyes immediately moving to the opening door. "Daddy! You're home!" Moving to get up, she stumbles a bit before running up to her dad who picks her up, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "How is my baby doing hm? Feeling better?" She nodded, even though she was still feeling unwell, the fever down a little bit due to the medicine. "How about you and Daddy spend an amazing day tomorrow hm? I'll get those amazing little cakes for you from across the street." Sitting down with her on his lap, he leans against the headboard, the movie long forgotten as she nods. "Don't you wanna go to the dinner tomorrow?" Your eyes but his now as he shakes his head. "You took care of her the whole day, the first day is always the worst for a fever, I'll take over tomorrow and you go to the dinner, the boys will still be happy to see you," San explains making you nod and agree, this was actually perfect, that way you could give the boys their little presents first before planning to tell San.

So the next day came, you got ready for the dinner, before grabbing your purse and the bag with the shirts, saying goodbye to them before leaving for the restaurant.

"Y/N! We're here!" You hear Wooyoungs voice call out to you from one of the private rooms in the back, making you smile as you join them. "Hello everyone!" You greet the seven men, making them smile at you as you take a seat beside Jongho and Wooyoung. "How is Eunhee doing? San mentioned she had a fever? Poor thing.." Seonghwa asks you making you nod, telling them she was doing a bit better right now and how she was probably enjoying those little cakes right now San got them while you were still at home so Eunhee wouldn't be left unsupervised.

"So actually I'm rather glad San stayed at home today, that way I can give you guys this." Standing up now, you place the bag on the table before handing out the neatly wrapped shirts. Mingi and Yunho first as they had the biggest size, before continuing, instructing them to wait with opening till everyone had theirs. "Okay! I hope you guys will like this.. You can open now." Some were neatly opening the package like Seonghwa, while others ripped them open like Mingi and Wooyoung. Watching each boy look at the writing on the shirt now, mostly with big eyes, before Wooyoung springs up. "I'LL BE AN UNCLE AGAIN?!" His eyes were full of tears as he looked at you, nodding softly before being pulled into a tight hug. "Congrats dear, if you need any help from us tell us." Seonghwa was the next to speak up, hugging you tightly. Before Mingi approached you, being visibly excited about the news, softly jumping a little bit before hugging you tightly and even lifting you up slightly, making Jongho scream at him to be careful with you two. This made tears prick your eyes. "Jongho.." You softly whimper, laying your arms around the man, who seems to be unsure if he wants to accept but has no real choice, in the end, he places his arms around you carefully. Everyone else told you their congratulations and hugged you.

"So the plan is, I'd like all of you to wear these next Monday, I'll come around with Eunhee, she has her own shirt, before San arrives and that's how I want him to find out!" Everyone cheers now, liking the idea, looking over to Hongjoong now for his approval. "I like that idea, let's do it." He nods now, you were glad he was so supportive. The first time he was rather unsure of the pregnancy, of how the fans and society would react, but the moment he held Eunhee for the first time it was all over, he was absolutely smitten for the little girl like everyone else of them was.

"Do you hope for a boy or girl?" Yunho speaks up now looking over at you. "Honestly I don't care, I'd love him or her unconditionally either way." You smile softly, your hand rubbing over your still flat tummy, knowing fully well it will be bigger in a few months. The boys nod as they agreed, before the orders finally arrived, enjoying a nice meal with them, laughing and joking around.

It was a nice evening, the boys were talking a lot about how excited they were for the new baby, arguing over who would be the baby's favorite, as Eunhee's favorite uncles were by far Mingi and Yunho since her birth.

The evening soon ended, and they promised to keep quiet till the big reveal as you packed everything together and made your way home, hoping San was fine and that Eunhee was doing a bit better slowly. At home you peek inside the apartment, noticing the TV playing as you take your shoes off and make your way into the living room. "Baby, did daddy fall asleep?" You giggle quietly upon seeing Eunhee sit beside San and watch another Wanteez episode, Sans's arm around her as he was sleeping tightly. The little princess looks up as she hears your voice and nods to your question, as you crouch down in front of her. She probably wasn't tired yet from napping through the whole day, softly feeling her forehead now and sighing relieved feeling her fever down finally.

"Let's get you to bed hm? Did you have fun with Daddy today?" You pick her up, San waking up from the movement, blinking softly as he sits up and watches you carry Eunhee to her room, he luckily had changed her into her sleepwear already in case she was to fall asleep while watching the show. "Mhm.. Daddy showed me the new episode with the uncles.." Getting sleepy slowly, Eunhee rests her head on your shoulder as her arms hang loosely around your neck. "Oh wow, that must have been so exciting, we can watch more of that tomorrow. Let's sleep for now baby." Pressing a kiss to her forehead now as you enter her room, sitting down on her bed and laying her down, before pulling the blanket over her.

Leaving her room after taking one last look at her and joining San in the bedroom, watching him fight to stay awake waiting for you. "Sannie sleep if you're tired." Shaking his head, he mumbles a little tiredly watching you change out of your clothes and into one of his shirts to sleep, before laying down beside him. Opening your arms, he immediately scoots over, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head comes to rest on your chest, softly running your hands through his locks. He had recently dyed them red again, it suited him well.

Sunday went by rather quickly, Eunhee was better again, playing around with San and Byeol, helping you cook, and watching another Ateez show again.

So Monday came around, you got up quite early and got ready, making sure you packed Eunhees shirt and the pregnancy test, San looking at you confused still half asleep as you finished getting ready. "I'll visit Lotte World with Eunhee today, I promised her." Pressing a soft kiss to your husband's temple as he nods, a little bit sad he can't join due to work before you leave the room getting Eunhee ready now.

"Where are we going?" Eunhee looked at you curiously, her tiny arms holding onto your neck, her tiny legs kicking a little bit as you walked along the sidewalk in the direction of KQ. "We'll visit the uncles and prepare a little surprise for Daddy." Her eyes light up upon hearing that there will be a surprise for her daddy.. or because she'll see her uncles. Entering the elevator you press the floor of the practice room and let Eunhee stand on her own now, taking her hand as you lead her to the dance practice room. "Yuyu!!" Eunhees high voice screeches upon seeing the tall man, everyone turning to the two of you as Eunhee runs up to Yunho who immediately picks her up. "Hello little princess!" Yunho beams at her, he was always so sweet to her, often being the one to offer to watch her for a weekend or evening when you and San wanted to spend some romantic time.

"Eunhee darling come here for a second." Yunho sets her down again as you sit down on the floor, softly taking her hands when she reaches you. "What do you think about being a big sister hm? Would you like that?" She thinks for a second, looking at you nodding slowly. "If I stay Uncle Yuyu and Uncle Min's favorite!" She answers, making everyone laugh and Mingi cooe at her answer. "You'll always stay my favorite baby!" Mingi calls over, making you smile. "But yes.. I'd like to be a big sister!" She beams at you, making tears rim your eyes as you pull her into a hug, she has grown so much. "You'll soon be a big sis baby." You tell her, making her giggle and smile. Soon she was wearing her personalized shirt along with all of her uncles, Yunho holding the little girl in his arms right now.

"Okay, San should be here soon! I'll wait for him outside and then bring him inside!" Rushing outside the room, you close the door, looking around for your husband. After around ten minutes he finally arrived, looking at you confused. "Darling? I thought you and Eunhee were at Lotte? Where is she? Is she okay?" He looks around for his little princess worried now. "She is with the boys right now, you have to put this on though!" Holding up the blindfold now, he grows even more confused but lets you put it over his eyes. "I'm a bit scared, but I'll trust you." He tells you, taking your hand softly as you lead him into the room.

Taking one last deep breath, before taking off Sans's blindfold. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to get used to the lights, as he now looks at his fellow members and little princess, at first not noticing the shirts, but after ready them a few times his eyes grow wide as he now looks over to you, who was now holding the positive pregnancy test. "This isn't a joke, right? Are we getting another child? You're pregnant again?" His bag lying on the floor now as he looks at you with tears in his eyes and a big smile on his lips. "Yes, I wanted to surprise you." Your own tears in your eyes now, as San pulls you into a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around laughing. "I'll be a dad again!" He giggles as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. "I love you so much." Laying his forehead onto your forehead, before looking down he sees his little girl tug on his pants softly to be picked up. "Who will be the best big sister?! You will be Eunhee!" He smirks at her as he picks her up onto his hip.

Soon everyone joined the hug, San was beaming all over his face. You were glad that he was this happy and excited and how supportive everyone was. This would be a long 8 months again, but you cannot wait to soon hold the new addition to this already big family.

[fiona-my-love]

I meant general relationship hcs! Can I request for hcs of what they’re like on a date when you're done with my request? Thanks!

What Stolas, Husk, Blitzo, and Alastor are like on dates

Of course! I’ll finish this first since it’s what I thought what you meant originally, so I already made some of it!!

Stolas

- Oh my! You want to go out with him? Well, then he might as well prepare an entire festival for you!!

- But in all seriousness, he’s quite over the top. But at the end of the day, he kind of prefers to stay indoors and just decorate.

- But it’s pretty 50/50, depends on his mood! He’ll either treat you to a fancy restaurant or just decorate his dining hall for you, and end the date off with you two heading to the bedroom. ifykyk

- Despite being a horny bastard, he’s quite the gentleman on dates!

- He’ll always be courteous to you, opening each door for you and paying the bill.

- He’s pretty good at giving compliments, you gotta admit. He knows just how to fluster you!

- But say anything back and he’s lovestruck, beet red, and turned on.

- He thinks you look absolutely ravishing, no matter what you wear! You’re his queen/king/royal, how could you not be stunning?

- Very good with small talk, but he can get burnt out if you don’t talk much. Just make sure to seem interested in him and you’ll have a great time!

Blitzo

- He’s.. quite creative, you have to admit!..

- His dates are rarely something as simple as getting lunch. Nono, he wants them to be memorable.

- So, what’s his idea of memorable? Hmm..

- Sneaking into a horse riding class on earth. Murder. Arson. Treason. Theft. Public indecency.

- So yeah.. have fun with that!

- But at the end of the day, one of his favorite things to do with you is just kick back, relax, order some food, and cuddle on the couch while watching shitty romcoms.

- He doesn’t really care what you guys do, honestly. You guys could literally be sky diving and he’d just be happy to be with you.

*LITERALLY FALLING FROM AN AIRPLANE THATS HUNDREDS OF FEET IN THE SKY*

“OH SHI- Hey, have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

- But at the same time, he likes it when dates mean something.

- For example, murdering your ex together!

- But seriously, he loves to just spend time with you in places you went to when you were still in the crushing phase.

Alastor

- Oh boy! He’s quite the gentleman, he’ll take you anywhere you want! It’s not like anyone can turn him down!

- Loves dancing with you, he’d absolutely adore to go on a date where you two just dance to his favorite songs!

- He’s always dressed to the nines! And by that, I mean dressed to the 1900s!

- Not particularly a fan of newer fashion. But hey, he’d be more than happy to fetch you some clothing from his time period if you so wish!

- He spoils you absolutely rotten! You are his one and only, after all!

- Oh, what’s that darling? You’d like some dinner? Why, of course! He’d say, before going on a killing spree, on the search for the perfect meat. Only the finest for his beloved!

- Would absolutely melt if you cooked for him.

- He actually enjoys cooking with you! He’s pretty good at cooking, and by that I mean he’s good at cooking people.

- All in all, he’s a classy guy who likes to show his darling the finer parts of this afterlife!

Husk

- Let’s get one thing straight. He’s just not really all that romantic of a guy.

- But hey, if you want to go out, then who is he to deny you?

- He’d be more than happy to spend some of his hard-earned gambling money to treat you to a lovely dinner at the local bar.

- He’s gotta admit, he loves the way you get so happy whenever you go out together.

- And my god does he love to see you dressed up all fancy, just for him. As much as he is a grump, he’s really fell for you!

- If you go shopping together, he’ll act annoyed when he has to help carry your bags, but if you offer to carry them all by yourself he’d act like you’re asking too much of him.

- He also acts reluctant to spend money on you out of embarrassment, but he refuses to let you pay for anything.

- He may be a bit of a gentleman with you, but that doesn’t mean he’s gotta be happy about it!

- He really likes going to bars with you. Shots on him, obviously.

- To give him the benefit of the doubt, he’s really trying to be a gentleman, but don’t expect him to last more that an hour without getting blackout drunk.

[nightmaremonarch]

jojo’s bizarre fantasy au BECAUSE I LOVE PART 5 AUGHHHHHHHHH

i rewatched the entirety of part five in the span it took to make this. Details about the lore and characters below the cut ^_^

Ok. I will be separating this based on character… in an attempt to be more organized. Included will also be my friend’s description that she gave for each character upon seeing the drawing.

Giorno Giovanna — Race, half vampire. Stand name, Gaia. Unfortunately lost his silly victory rolls, which have been replaced with donut shaped curls. Has a dream of usurping the Crimson King and ending his oppressive reign.

Friend’s Description: “‘pink is still manly for this era guys trust’”

Trish Una — Race, human(?). Stand name, Spice. I like to think she tries to maintain an air of elegance and superiority, but she’s just a kid who doesn’t particularly want to be in the situation she’s in. The princess of an underground kingdom? No way. She just wants to be Trish.

Friend’s Description: “Noblelady”

Guido Mista — Race, human. Stand name, Coitus Cluster (good god the creative juices are NOT flowing). Best archer, like, ever. Probably enjoys animal furs but is too broke to get any. Stinky loser.

Friend’s Description: “Robin hood.”

Pannacotta Fugo — Race, elf. Stand name, Purple Death. Former nobleman and still dresses like it. Had to limit the holes in his clothes because he is, unfortunately, not immune to being sunburn.

Friend’s Description: “totally not a vampire”

Bruno Bucciarati — Race, human. Stand name, Strings of Fate. I love him. He’s the love of my life. I may or may not have put the most effort into his outfit. He’s so beautiful. No notes. Also, since zippers weren’t invented till like… mid 1800’s, rather than zippers, he uses strings!!! Tugs on ‘em the way you would a loose hem…

Friend’s Description: “Italian nobleman”

Leone Abbacchio — Race, drow. Stand name, Rewind. It takes the form of a snake!! Because Moody Blues had them.. neck thangs. I don’t know. Anyways. Abbacchio coulda been drippier, but at the time of drawing I was running low on brain power.

Friend’s Description: “TOTALLY NOT A VAMPIRE”

Narancia Ghirga — Race, human. Stand name, Pheonix. Due to the fact that airplanes did NOT exist prior to some point in the 1900’s, Narancia’s stand is a bird. Probably breathes fire and can detect carbon dioxide… cannot come back from the dead though. Sorry buddy. Also, his left eye is blind from his eye infection. Sorry again buddy.

Friend’s Description: “peasant working on a merchant ship”

AND FINALLY:

Diavolo — Race, Demon. The Crimson King. He took FOREVER to draw. Especially those tattoos. I tried to make his color scheme salvageable, but seeing as I was working with Diavolo’s actual color scheme… it is not the best. Diavolo used to have wings as well, but after an incident that prompted him to go underground, they’re gone. He hides in the body of a halfling named Vinegar Doppio… though they are two completely separate entities.

Friend’s Description: “Dante’s homosexual Inferno”

idk if ill elaborate more on this au. depends on the reception of this…!! this is all just for fun… goofs and gaffs… love u sorry for only posting wips for months before this

also in this au i think stands would be called spirits/be spirits ok that’s all fr now bye love u

[devvelle]

how they act when they miss you, part 2

Genre: fluff, as always <3

Characters: all second years (Floyd, Jade, Azul, Riddle, Ruggie, Jamil, Kalim, and Silver) x gn!reader

Scenario: you're away for a few weeks and they have to find ways to get by until you return.

Notes: I got a very sweet request from an anon to make a part two of this post. reader is kind of implied to be the prefect, and the reason for the absence is up to your imagination!

Floyd Leech ;

My condolences. He's really mad at you.

It does not matter if the reason you left was life or death. You left him and he's taking it personally.

You'd expect Floyd to reach out constantly through phone calls or text messages for attention, but no. He's ignoring you and being very passive aggressive when he is in the mood to reply.

For the most part, you keep in touch with him through Ace, who video calls you to complain after basketball practices and games. Floyd has a tendency to get aggressive when he's upset, and that reflects in his presence on the court. Not even his teammates are safe.

Inevitably, if you're gone long enough, he'll cave and give up the silent treatment. He'll start answering your calls but it's mostly to talk over you and say he won't listen to your apologies until you return to him.

Please return quickly. Ace can't handle losing more braincells from a concussion at the hands of Floyd, and Jamil's patience is wearing thin.

Jade Leech ;

Jade is very composed in your absence. You don't need to worry about him.

He misses you, of course, but he is considerate of your limited time to check in. He'll send good morning messages for you to wake up to but will keep them short to avoid holding you up.

Your leave gives him a golden opportunity, though. He can take this time to negotiate with (scare off) anyone else who thinks they can compete for your affection. Don't worry about the specifics…

In turn, his success ensures that you're only calling and texting him. No one else dares reply to you after Jade is through with them.

Being without you reinforces his dream of a future where you're never apart. You, him, a modest home in the coral sea... you get the picture. He's very sure this is what he wants.

He knows that's not exactly in the cards at the moment considering how unstable things are, but he's hopeful it'll become a reality someday. So he copes for now.

Overall, Jade keeps himself busy so he does just fine. Just don’t ask what he was up to.

Azul Ashengrotto ;

Acts kinda pathetic but hides it so no one will ever know.

The twins definitely know.

Azul will spend lots of time by himself in his office at the lounge. If he closes his eyes and clears his mind, he can picture you walking around, mug in hand, talking to him about your day. Traces of you are scattered everywhere, from your clothes to your scent on the couch cushions, and it helps him feel some semblance of comfort in your absence.

Sweet, right?

But then he sets his phone to airplane mode so he can text you all the sappy ‘I miss you’ messages he wants without risking them going through.

Accidentally falls asleep with his phone open, though, so Floyd adjusts his settings and makes them all send. Thanks Floyd.

Will not acknowledge your teasing replies. He is far too busy dying of embarrassment, much to Floyd and Jade's amusement.

Have fun confronting him in person when he's a blushing, stuttering mess <3

Riddle Rosehearts ;

Missing you really puts Riddle on edge.

Since he still has trouble with voicing his emotions, he won't be open about his worries. If confronted by Trey or Cater about his nerves, he might acknowledge his feelings for the sake of personal growth. But it's unlikely; he's embarrassed.

What he does do is keep a journal. He writes about how his days feel emptier without you and even addresses you directly when admitting his feelings.

It's nice to not worry about being eloquent when all he wants is to talk about you.

After a while, he'll start wishing he'd asked you to stay. He's aware it would have been a childish ask, but you're magicless and defenseless in a lot of situations. What if you ran into something dangerous?

Insists you text him right before bed each night. Otherwise, he won’t be able to sleep.

Quickly worries himself sick, to no one’s surprise. Sick and anxious Riddle now has everyone on edge.

He really needs to see you in person again to feel better. Come back and take care of him.

Ruggie Bucchi ;

Simultaneously gets by just fine and really poorly.

He constantly forgets you're gone but when he realizes again, it weighs on him quite a bit.

He has a bad habit of stealing snacks and at some point he started stealing some for you too. This doesn't stop even in your absence.

What does change, however, is his disappointment when he gets back to his lunch table and realizes you aren't there.

He'll eat most of the snacks himself, grumbling all the while, but will save the treats he knows you really like. They start piling up in his room.

Also, right before you left, he stole back all the clothes he had lent you over the past few months so he could wear them. Gets very defensive when Leona questions why he's only worn the same two sweatshirts for the past week (they smell like you).

The attachment he has to you is strong, but even Ruggie is weak to heartache in your absence. Remind him how important he is with lots of quality time when you're back.

Jamil Viper ;

Biggest sap ever award goes to him.

Jamil may not love befriending new people or showing his softer side, but you're his chosen one. He doesn't mind if it's for you.

Listens to recordings of your voice to keep himself calm when life (Kalim) is testing him. Normally he can pull you aside to talk since you're always happy to listen, but seeing as you aren't available, your voice is the next best thing.

That voice message you sent months ago shyly asking him to spend lunch with you? Yeah, he's replayed it more times than he can count.

When that isn't doing the trick anymore, he'll ask you to record yourself talking about your day. Tease him all you want, but his sanity is at stake here.

He is also not afraid to double or triple text you if you don't have a chance to respond. Will consistently ask if you're eating at meal times and send you pictures of what he's up to as well.

Be warned that when you get back, you're getting an earful from him for leaving him alone. Nothing a hug can’t fix.

Kalim Al-Asim ;

Counting down the days until you return.

Such a sweetheart. Spends all his free moments making plans for when you get back, but nothing as grand as you might fear.

Over the course of your evolving relationship, he's learned that he really enjoys time with only you. So his idea for a welcome home party is just a sweet picnic!

He wants to hear all about what you've been up to in person. So he won't ask you much while you're away, and will wait until he has you in front of him to make up for lost time.

If it turns out that you're too busy to chat or call, he'll make you a really cute playlist instead. Adds songs to it when he misses you, which is basically all the time.

It ends up being a very long playlist. But a banger of course.

When you're back, expect the craziest picnic ever. You will be buried in his affection.

Silver ;

You already live in Silver's dreams, but when you're gone, his longing for you makes them even more realistic than before.

His dreams are of a domestic life at your side, usually in a distant, happy future. But he'll wake up from them reaching out for you only to find that he's alone.

He really wants you to see him as someone worthy of a place at your side. So he'll call every few days to ask how you're doing and provide a distraction from your stressors.

Since his demeanor is always relaxed, the only people to inquire about how he's doing without you are Lilia and Malleus. Even then, he's likely to dismiss their questions so as not to worry them.

What does he do instead? He complains to his animal friends, of course.

Although, it's hardly complaining when he's rambling about how astonishing you are. Eventually, he'll derail to the discomfort he feels being away from you and how he wishes he could be there to protect you.

The animals wish they could show him how lovesick he looks. Hurry back.

a/n : I didn't realize until a few days ago that Silver doesn't have a last name and I was so shocked bc how did I not think abt that before...

I hope u guys enjoy this one! These were fun. Come talk to me in my inbox abt stuff if u want <3333 kisses

[0oolookitsme]

Better than the Dream

Type - One-Shoty Blurb

Verse - Artist!Harry x Housewife!Y/n

Word Count - 1.7k

Warnings - Talks of after-birth changes and affects (hair fall, weight change, persona change), insecurity about weight, curse words, and smut.

A/N - Second fic of Kinktober! It's a stinking sweet one y'all.

Kinks - Praise Kink, Face Sitting

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Harry could feel the cold trapped in the room, yet the love he had bundled up in his arms made him warm. It felt too good to be wrapped around in a blanket this warm and have Y/n curled around him to leave the bed. 

Her hair still faintly smelled like the baby shampoo she had to use the previous morning because of Opal's excitement for showering. Y/n had warned her, yet she cackled loudly as Harry made faces at her while brushing his teeth, and knocked over the open bottle of shampoo. 

Y/n had cursed out loud and smacked her hand on her mouth before picking up the bottle out of which the liquid was rushing. Turning to look at Harry with a look that said 'I'm going to rip your hair off', she couldn't help but laugh at the horror on his face. 

Knowing that Gemma was on her way to take Opal for a weekend's getaway with Anne, she shook her head before washing the bubbles off of the little one's hair. "Look at you, all squeaky clean," she scrunched her nose, rubbing it against Opal's cheeks as she kissed each one. 

Walking over, Harry hooked his hands under her armpits. "If you don't get ready now, then aunt Gemma is going to eat your cheeks! Garhh!" He growled, lifting the girl and taking her out of the bathroom in a manner that made her look like an airplane. 

Y/n laughed inside, exhaling deeply before stripping herself rid of her clothes and using the shampoo from the floor to wash her hair. She didn't need much anyways, since giving birth has thinned her hair so much that she had to get it cut up till her very neck. 

By the time she had come out, Gemma was there already and Harry was seeming quite sad. "C'mon Harry, it's just for two days. Have some rest, you know she'll have fun with me," Gemma assured him, looking at Y/n for help. 

It wasn't the first time, yet it felt like so every time to Harry. He just didn't like her being away from him, but he knew that it was fine and he and Y/n needed this break. Handling a toddler was a very precious phase, but it was hard. Very hard. 

So, with lots of kisses and goodbyes, Y/n and Harry finally let the two go – looking from the main door as Gemma backed out of the street. They waved again, watching Opal's little hand wave back before Gemma rolled up the windows. 

Heaving out a breath, Y/n turned to Harry. "I'm so ready for a two day long nap." 

"I'll order the takeout," Harry said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. 

And so they had both ended up on the floor space between their bed and the TV, the kitchen just parallel to the room as their door remained open. Sharing food and stealing bites every once in a while, they ended up having a make out session after eating the cookies that Gemma had brought with her. Harry even leaned in to litter her neck in kisses, which led to Y/n shrieking, "how the fuck did you manage to cover me in so many hickies!?" when she saw her reflection in the mirror while wetting her toothbrush.

It didn't escalate to anything further though, as the both of them were tired out of their minds. 

Deciding to call it an early night, they had slipped under the sheets – Y/n sleeping on her stomach and Harry's leg swung over her hips, his arm wrapped around her waist as the snores left her mouth right away. 

Somehow though, throughout the night, Harry's thigh had slipped between her thighs and Y/n had started dreaming. Dreaming something that had her cheeks a little flushed, snores silenced but lips still parted as small puffs of breath passed her open mouth. 

Harry lied there silently as something cool rubbed against his thigh. Perhaps, something wet. He just knew that she was soaked. 

His arm slipped down from her back to her waist, giving her support as she continued to rub against him in her sleep. Turning to kiss her cheek, he chuckled when a small noise came from the back of her throat.

Stirring, she blinked her eyes open, breathing a little heavily and a little confused. She sat up and rubbed her face, and realized that she had sweat beads on her forehead.

"Had a nice dream?" Harry asked, his voice a little groggy due to the lack of its use in the past few hours. Hell, he didn't even know if it was about time that his alarm would go ringing, or the time that Y/n considered ghostly.

She turned to look back at him, a look of horror on her face. "Oh god, don't tell me I was doing some shit," she groaned, slapping her hands on her face. She heard him laugh and punched him in the side, an embarrassed smile on her face. 

"Go back to sleep, you perv," she said as she laid back down, facing away from him. 

"Not going to take care of that?" 

Y/n only grumbled something in response, her voice muffled. 

Harry turned just enough to lay on his back. "C'mon, I'll take care of it," he said, looking at the back of her head. 

"Don't be shy – I'm your husband!" He grinned, turning her towards himself. She wasn't like this before, but ever since she's given birth to their beautiful daughter, her personality has become more reserved and shy, and a bit insecure. 

"Come, sit on my face."

At that moment, Harry felt her body go a bit rigid. "W-what?" She asked, looking up at him with her big questioning eyes. 

Bringing his hand to her head, he ruffled her hair a bit. "You heard me -- come sit on my face, darling," Harry confirmed to her, feeling a little sad that she was shying away from him. 

Having a toddler around the house meant little time for them to just spend with each other. Sometimes they shagged in the bathroom, sometimes in the kitchen when the little one was out like light in her crib in the bedroom. It was mostly them making each other reach their highs -- rarely did they ever get to fuck properly, because there was never any time. 

So, muttering a few more encouragements to Y/n, he convinced her to crawl up on him. "I'm still losing weight, Harry. I won't actually sit on your face, you'd have trouble breathing," she muttered, looking down at him as she hovered on his neck, holding onto the headboard. 

"Baby, I have asked you to sit, not hover. You know I can handle you, have you forgotten?" 

"No! It's just-" 

"Sit, Y/n." Harry interrupted her, curving his arm around her thighs like ivy. He only hummed in response when she asked him to tell her if he had any problem, and pulled down over his face. 

She hadn't shaved, and it felt nice to Harry to know that she wasn't insecure about that with him. Sure, she was hesitant at first but over the time they dated, she'd realized that he really wasn't fazed by it at all, and might as well prefer it that way. 

Her body was still upright and rigid but Harry didn't want to tell her too much, knowing that she would herself relax once she's in the groves. 

His mouth met straight with her cunt, and immediately he started lapping at her wetness. She was, indeed, dripping wet. Her arousal had slipped out of her pussy, white strings stretching as Harry licked at her. 

Her head had fallen back, that much Harry could tell. The headboard was making slight sounds that told him she was gripping it hard already. "Fuck," she breathed out, and suddenly Harry felt like he wanted to be suffocated like this all night. 

Slowly but surely, she was sitting down lower and lower on him. Curse words spilling out of her mouth, as she felt the knot starting to form in her belly. 

"Harry, oh my- feels so good," she groaned in pleasure, feeling like she could cry from all of the electricity that was rolling through her body in waves. 

Harry continued licking her, playing with her swollen clit with his tongue that he knew was growing more sensitive by each lick. He felt so upset that he didn't get to eat her out as often anymore, everytime he did it. Her sweet arousal had coated his tongue by now.

Her thighs had tightened around him, and they were beginning to quiver a little. Without much thought, he shifted all of his focus on torturing the little bundle of nerves

"Harry- H, fuck I'm going to come," she whimpered, rolling her hips against his mouth as she felt the knot moving lower and lower inside her belly. 

Shaking and feeling overly sensitive, she began to move away from his mouth, but Harry held her down, and licked into her rapidly, again and again flicking her clit with his tongue. 

 "H, please! Oh- O-oh!" Y/n stuttered, shaking entirely as her thighs began to close around his head, despite her trials against it. But Harry didn't budge. Instead, he pushed himself further into her pussy, licking and nibbling her clit furiously.

"Oh, fucking hell – Harry!" She yelled as silently as she could, shaking and trying her best to get away from his mouth that was still licking at her, riding her through her orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck," she flinched when his tongue brushed her clit again by accident. 

He licked her clean, before finally releasing his hold on her. 

She got off of him the moment she felt his arms unwind around her thighs. Breathing heavily, she wiped some sweat away from her forehead. "Fuck," she whispered, finally turning back to look at Harry. 

He had a wide smile on his face that only turned into a dimpled-grin at her glance. He slapped her hand away when she protested that she wanted to return the favour, and instead, sat up with her. 

"Wanna go again? You look good like this."  

"Harry – I- you haven't changed one bit," she laughed, leaning in to kiss his lips. "Definitely better than the dream," she chuckled, and instantly knew that they wouldn't be going back to sleep the moment his mouth kissed her jaw.

[mitchellpete]

Dating Maverick (Headcanons)

summary: What dating Mav is like. (In ‘86 and in TG:M)

pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x gn!reader

genre: fluff, a bit of angst

word count: 1278

A/N: if anybody wants a drabble/one-shot or for me to expand on any one of these (or if you wanna just talk about or exchange hcs), drop me an inbox! 

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1986 (and a few years after-ish)

Maverick is a very gentle lover. It didn’t seem so at first, with how cocky and flirty he might’ve been to catch your attention, but after the second date? So vulnerable and soft with you.

He can sing! Like actually super well. You noticed one day and now you ask him to sing when you can’t sleep. He was kind of self-conscious at first, used to singing with Goose in a playful, rowdy manner, as opposed to softly to you. He grew more comfortable as time passed, and now he likes to sing you his mother’s favorite songs.

But also gets incredibly obnoxious sometimes and will loudly impersonate Elvis while you’re trying to get something done.

Spontaneous road trips on his motorcycle (when he’s able). Dinner in Oceanside. Lunch in Palm Springs. A pick up in Vegas. A day in Phoenix. When? Now! Now?!

Knows the Southwest like the back of his hand, actually. It’s not as fun as flying, but driving through the wide, open stretch of desert with you clinging behind him is one of his absolute favorite pastimes.

Is from somewhere in the Southwest, therefore he absolutely hates the cold. Will have the heater on in the winter time and is not opposed to getting wrapped up in blankets by you. You tease him on how easily cold he gets, and he’ll playfully go “Whatever.”

You frequently find random candid photos of you. Taped to his wall, to his fridge, suddenly framed on his bedside table. He almost never mentions them until you laugh and point them out, to which he responds, “I thought you looked pretty there.” (With a shit-eating grin.)

Definitely has one in his F-14, by the way.

Is very stubborn about his attire. Very insistent on dressing like a cowboy at all times. You had to buy him his first pair of beach shorts.

Loves seeing you in his clothes; he’s crazy about it, actually.

Very cute lunch dates. He knows the best diners.

He likes taking you out for ice cream. Sometimes you share a cone and watch the sunset and the planes soaring through the sky. 

He’s the best kisser. He prefers soft, sensual kissing and it definitely has its effect on you.

He has a habit of leaving paper planes everywhere. Some with love notes in them, others with funny doodles. Sometimes it’s just both of your names written, a little heart in between. 

He rambles a lot. He’s very, very passionate about flying, and about his plane. Though you might not know what he’s talking about, nodding along with a simple smile and asking him a few questions makes him so happy. “Well, no, you see..” And then he goes on and on again. 

At the same time, Maverick can be difficult sometimes. Especially after Goose. Sometimes he feels he needs to be alone, but don’t take it personally. He appreciates your support, but he’s been conditioned to “suck it up and move on.” It weighs on him to have to try, so expect him to be a bit quieter at times, a bit slower. You can sit around with him as he sulks, your head on his shoulder to let him know you need him, and that he’s loved. That he doesn’t have to isolate.

You get to watch him visibly becoming Bradley’s father figure. 

“Hey, about tomorrow’s date. Can I bring the kid?” 

Melting when he’s got Bradley in his lap in front of you, making airplane noises with a french fry to watch Bradley giggle and clap. Your heart swells at how good he is with him.

“Pete.. You can’t take him to watch that movie; it’s not for kids.” His signature grin. “Carole won’t mind.”

-

TG:M

Still sings to you. Or, in general, really. He likes to hum while making you breakfast.

He writes all your dates on his calendar. 

He’s very playful with you. Likes making you double over in laughter because it usually results in you wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.

But he also enjoys when you tease him. Tell him there’s something he can’t do as well as he used to and boy, he will prove you wrong. He insists he’s getting better with age.

He’s still as flirty as ever. Except, you’re already dating, so he does it to watch how flustered you get. He loves making you blush.

He likes pet names. Sweetheart and honey are the ones he calls you the most.

He still does not like proper beach attire. Will roll up his jeans and call it a day.

He loves beach days with you, though. He likes laying back on the sand and watching you sunbathe, or play in the water.

You’re almost scared of phone calls now, with the way you’ve been called and informed of the accidents he’s been in while testing his planes. Though most are minor, you can’t help but worry that the next one might not be.

You’ve cried to him a couple times, making him promise he’ll be careful.

He’s a bigger cuddler at his older age, with the habit of pulling you from where you stand, from whatever you’re doing, and tugging you into bed with him.

He likes it when you play with his hair. It’ll lull him to sleep sometimes. Especially when you gently massage at his scalp, and bonus if you’re giving him kisses too. The fastest way to get him asleep, truly.

Alternatively, he also likes playing with yours. He’ll randomly twirl a strand when you’re in front of him, will tuck another behind your ear, will softly intertwine his fingers in it while you lay on him. 

When he’s able, sleeping in together. As often as he can. 

He notices you so well. If something is bothering you, he’ll make sure to find out what it is. He’s also a very good problem solver (duh, but with mundane things too). You feel like he deals with a lot, so you don’t always take every single one of your problems to him, but boy, when he figures out something is wrong? Expect him to walk you through the simplest of things if that’s what you need. He has an unbelievable amount of patience with you. And if it’s something he can’t help with, he’ll at least want to be there with you as you deal with it. He can be the best listener if you need him to be.

Is a lot more domestic and able to settle down. Likes the idea of having a “home” with you. (Not that he didn’t when he was younger, but he feels more grounded now. More grown up. Able to breathe a bit better.)

He makes your coffee just the way you like it. If he’s up before you, he always wakes you up with it, and a kiss on the forehead.

The days spent in his hangar. 

Sometimes, in the summer, a late night thunderstorm will pass through, and there’s nothing more thrilling than cuddling up to him in the trailer, the both of you giggling at the sound of the rain pattering and the loud cracks of thunder. 

But also the days! Though he’ll be occupied with something, you’re always a mere 10 feet away, reading or sketching or entertaining yourself in whatever way you can. Other times you just watch him work. Other times you ask him to tell you his infamous stories, or about his dad. He’ll have sort of a sad smile as he talks, but you know that he loves talking about the past. You make sure to always make room for it in the tranquility of the desert.

[kurokonoboisket]

Knb Airplane headcanons

Awakening from my eternal slumber to drop this post.

Kagami:

He puts his headphones in the minute he arrives at the airport and he doesn’t take them off until he lands (except for the safety demonstration he’s not going to be RUDE)

He listens to music and probably daydreams about basketball or something.

Absolutely did not bring enough clothes and he’ll be wearing the same shirt all week.

He brought one carryon and half of it is filled with plane snacks. But he wasn’t about to check a bag for an extra 30 dollars don’t be ridiculous.

He prefers the aisle seat for the leg room and a quick escape to the bathroom.

Gets up to pee a minimum of 3 times.

But he helped an old lady put her luggage in the overhead compartment.

Kuroko:

Got lost looking for his gate.

He does flights completely raw. No music. No games. No movies. No reading. Just vacant dissociation. He sits there and stares at the little plane on the tv on the seat in front of him for 4 hours.

He is absolutely getting stuck in the middle seat.

Sometimes he will watch the movies on other people’s screens but he will never watch his own.

The flight attendant forgot to ask him if he wanted a complimentary sack :(

But it’s okay he bought a little baked treat at the coffee shop in the airport .

Probably reads the safety pamphlet.

Kise:

Dressed to impress. He is looking for his airport crush.

The flight attendants have to body slam his suitcase into the overhead compartment because it’s way too big but he gets away with it.

Makes small talk with the person sitting next to him.

Window seat princess.

Has at least 3 screens open. He’s got a movie playing on the seat in front of him, he’s got his laptop open and he is also on his phone.

Goes full iPad kid.

Midorima:

Shows up the the airport 3 hours early.

Brings a months worth of luggage for a 3 day trip.

A nervous flyer, he sits the and white knuckles the arm rests the entire flight.

He does not fly on unlucky days.

He sits there and plays sudoku the entire flight. Not even on his phone either, he has a printed book of sudoku puzzles.

He’s that guy who turns on his reading light when the entire rest of the plane is dark.

He sits in the aisle and gets annoyed every time someone gets up to use the bathroom because he’s a little hater.

Aomine:

He thinks he wants the window seat but then he spends the entire flight complaining that he doesn’t have enough leg room.

Watches movies on the plane but he doesn’t have any shame for what movie it is.

Takes his headphones out when the flight attendant tells him to for the safety demonstration and then blatantly puts them right back in after they leave.

Whole heartedly believes that if something happened to the pilot, he could land the plane.

Momoi:

She probably was also a little late but it’s Aomine’s fault somehow.

She stops and gets a fun little drink after security and then goes and watches the planes take off.

Also if she is not flying then she is tracking everybody’s flights like a dad.

She starts out in the aisle seat but switches with Aomine half way through because he won’t stop complaining about not having enough leg room.

She listens to music and plays games on her phone.

Absolutely annihilating like 200 levels of wordscapes.

If she knows them, she will force the person beside her to play her phone game with her.

Murasakibara:

Chronic man-spreader.

Showed up to the airport 15 minutes before boarding, took his sweet time getting to the gate, stopped for food but somehow still made it on time.

Puts on a movie but then falls asleep the entire flight.

Armrest hog send this man to jail.

Asks the flight attendant for an extra snack.

Aisle seat for sure he wouldn’t survive the middle seat.

Akashi:

He is flying business class.

And he is wearing his Sunday best.

Arrives punctually, has a drink and a snack in the business class lounge before hand.

He probably also makes small talk with the person sitting next to him (Just to see if he can)

During the flight he mostly reads.

But he usually picks the window seat so he can look out the window (and plot)

Sometimes he will pull out his laptop and do work on the plane

[rustedhearts]

listening to 'asleep' by the smiths

tw: child loss

"do you think it'll be sunny all the time?"

"hmm...the occasional rainy day might be nice."

"mm. i like rain."

on the muted floral colors of your pillowcase, steve turns his head. hair whooshing with the gentle shift, splaying out in hazelnut colors. the green of his sweatshirt has faded in the wash, blown soft by the wind on the drying line outside the window. overhead, it blares the orange and yellow light of mid-afternoon.

he's looking at you, eyes flicking over your profile. "yeah...me too"

there's an old water stain on the ceiling that steve once said is shaped like an elephant. you think it just looks more like a blob. but you have been staring at it above your bed for far too many years.

"it's nice," you whisper, trying not to give into his peering.

steve continues anyway, letting his cheek touch the flattened pillow. your bedsheets are rumpled between your bodies, cushioning yesterday's clothes. you never changed when you came home. couldn't get past the bed.

"yeah...it is," he agrees just as quietly.

his finger enters the plain of your palm, grazing the skin so delicately that it tickles. you twitch at the touch, a smile ghosting over your mouth. he wants to capture it—this moment—in a photograph and paste it on the old wallpapered wall. in this tiny trailer, where you'd spent your youth, where you shared a home. where you dreamed of worlds outside of the one the pair of you were continually stuck in.

"how would we go?"

"a plane. a plane with the fanciest seats and all the roasted peanuts you want. and they hand out free headsets and airplane pillows."

you let your eyes flutter closed, humming again. "layover?"

steve swallows, and against the stiff quiet of the room, it echoes. a dog barks somewhere, a few rows away. children scuttle and chatter. it's saturday, and there are much better things to do.

you never knew fridays could be capable of what yesterday was.

"one," steve replies, still running circles over your palm. "texas."

your lips wiggle into another half-grin. closing your eyes makes you tired, and the room feels warm. regaining circulation, losing blood—it fatigues.

"that's out of the way."

steve shrugs, though you can't see it. he can't stop looking at you. he's worried if he stops, you'll disappear. he's always worried you'll disappear.

"just a little fun. it lasts a day, and we'll go to the rodeo. get an iced tea for the flight home."

"an iced tea," you marvel breathily.

steve swallows again. it clicks and sizzles down his throat. he swallows a lot when he feels tears coming on. your nostrils flare with the onset of your own.

"yeah," he agrees, mumbling now. "with all the sugar you want."

"l-lemons?"

"lemons, too."

snapping your eyes open, you flick your head over and bump into his nose. he shuffles closer, nuzzling the tips of them together. the breath he releases seems needed. your hands claps together between your sandwiched bodies.

almost twenty-four hours since you left the clinic. hours of collecting bedsores between waddled and winced trips to the bathroom. not once in those long, taffy-pulled hours did you cry.

but here they are, those inevitable tears.

"you th-think she'll have l-lemons, too?" you whimper, lip wobbling.

steve presses his forehead against your own. when his eyes close, they squeeze free hot tears.

"y-yeah, honey. she lives in a world full of lemons."

you sniffle and sink further into his soft and colorful clothes. "good. she liked lemons."

his thumb catches a tear beading down your cheek blindly. "yeah, she did."

for three weeks after the first test, all you did was drink iced tea with lemons.

it might be silly to think that in heaven, god gives away something so small, but one could only hope.

[stardustloserdoll]

tokio hotel masterlist

all about tokio hotel!

fluff:

jumbie -bill

sleepy head -bill

guitar fun -tom

piercing -tom

i drink your blood and i eat your skin -bill

toms clothes -tom

airplane nerves- tom

secret kisses- bill

bloody kisses- bill

heart shaped cookies- tom

clingy- tom

beach day- tom & bill

i love you- bill

nail polish- tom

camcorder- tom

hello kitty face masks- tom

tinder- bill

the phantom of the opera- bill

celebrity crush- tom

jealous- tom

best friends sister- tom

picnic date- tom

smut:

sleep troubles- tom

please?- tom

so good- tom

pictures of you- tom

something going on- tom

tongue piercing- bill

only one for me- tom

sleepover- tom

bloody night- bill

mine- tom

late- tom

angst:

back to you- tom

the other- tom

talk- bill

break- bill

i don’t hate you- tom

break pt 2- bill

i wait for you- bill

head cannons:

dating bill and tom

tom with a latina/o s/o

tokio hotel x female reader

tom dating a plus sized reader

tom with a teen daughter reader

kaulitz triplets

tom with a teen daughter reader with glasses

christmas with tokio hotel

halloween with y/n kaulitz

bill with a childish s/o

tom with a childish s/o

bill with an outgoing but shy s/o

tom being your step brother

bill with a short s/o

aftercare with tom

bill and reader who have been together since 2007

bill with a s/o who can speak multiple languages

bill with a tall s/o

tom with a s/o who’s scared of spiders

modern tokio hotel x female reader

tom with a short gf

tom with a gf who has bad back pains

tokio hotel x female reader who has curly hair

bill and gustav with a plus sized s/o

tom with a s/o who has adhd

bill x curly haired reader 2b/2c

[mclmora]

✧ MCL newgen flirts - headcanons ✧

~ NOTE: the pictures used are not mine! credit to the respective owners on pinterest. all the headcanons are SFW & written just for fun. hope you’ll enjoy! xoxo, Mora

ꞝ Devon.

he collects magnets on his fridge. places he traveled to, cute food showcasing ones, or even boats and airplanes!

he likes colorful clothes. has suits of all colors, and ties with all crazy patterns on (he also got a “lucky” tie, which has little pineapples & kiwis all over it, that he wears for special occasions).

is a fan of the show masterchef. he likes to watch it whenever he cooks, and has followed every season since the beginning.

ꞝ Roy.

his favorite animal is the tiger shark. he’s loved sea animals all his life but sharks have a special place in his heart, for some reason.

he likes powerade drinks, his favorite one is the blue one (mountain blast flavor).

he takes care of his body in all ways, from working out & eating healthy to skin care, hair care, manicures, pedicures. he monthly goes to the esthetician.

ꞝ Thomas.

is neurodivergent. he has ADHD & tourette syndrome too. his tics are mainly blinking, shoulder shrugging & repeatitive throat clearing.

he feels safe around cats. absolutely adores tuxedo cats, he finds them to be adorable. indeed he has one, called Romeo.

whenever he feels cold, his lips and nails become blueish-purple. considering he’s milk white, it’s an incredibly noticeable constrast (that always make people around him worry, especially amanda).

ꞝ Amanda.

obsessed with celebrities! she knows all actors/actresses and comedies and loves reading their biographies. she is a huge fan of ryan reynolds & jake gyllenhaal interviews.

has 4 dwarf rabbits: a grey one, two white ones & a black one. she likes giving her pets food names, so... their respective names are macaron, vanilla, cinnamon and maple (short for maple syrup).

wears all sorts of pink shades lipsticks, but clear glosses are a must for her, she always keeps one or two in her bag.

ꞝ Jason.

has mysophonia. he can’t stand the sound of crumpling plastic bottles, chewing, porcelain plates touching other porcelain objects. it drives him crazy.

loves dogs. doberman & rottweiler are his favorite breeds ever, but he genuinely loves all dogs, bigger size ones are his preference.

although he may not look like it, he loves children. he’s an absolute angel with them. he smiles warmly whenever he sees one.

✧

~ thank u so much for reading!! which one is your favorite flirt? mine is thomas, hes such a pretty boy. reblogs are super appreciated! stick around friends ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 11

It's time to go.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, some Angst, he's trying ok[Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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He’s checking your bags again. He’s done that twice now, and he knows that he’s going to need you to look through them at least once yourself because he just doesn’t trust himself to not forget anything.

But it’s getting a bit.. Urgent.

He really doesn’t want to text you like the lost dog he is right now to tell you to come home right now- but he kind of has to, if you’re not back in the next half an hour or so. Your flights are booked and he’s sure that you’ll have to at least go pee before leaving because he remembers that last time you both took a plane somewhere, you’d complained the entire time saying that the toilets in an airplane terrified you too much to use them.

You deserve to spend time with the girls, and he knows it’s his own fault for telling you so short notice about the trip. But right now, he needs to make a decision.

Your phone rings twice before you pick up, busy mall heard as background noise while his name falls from your lips much clearer for him to hear. "Hey- I.. I know it's only been like, what.. three hours? But uhm, I kind of have a flight booked for us that's leaving in two and-"

"Jungkook fuck, I'm so sorry!" You gasp out, clearly surprised over the time as well. "I didn't even tell them yet.." you say a bit quieter now, and he falls quiet for a moment before he sits on the edge of the bed between the bags.

He should just cancel it at this point. It's his own fault for not thinking clearly anyways, and it's obvious that you're not fond of telling the girls you're not going to accompany them on their weekend trip. He shouldn't take that away from you, and now anything he says could be guilt-tripping you into canceling just because he planned something instead. He wants you to have fun too- this is all for you, after all.

"Jungkook?" You ask, and he laughs a bit uneasy.

"Ah no it's fine, just.. don't come back too late, okay? Or come back late, I don't know.. but let me drive you home then, okay? Or I'll worry-" He rants, getting emotional again as he swallows hard.

Fuck. The stress he's put himself through really took a toll on him to make him so mentally weak right now.

"No, I'll tell them. You've worked top hard for this." You deny, before you speak again. "I'll come home asap. Can you pack my bag already?" You wonder, and he bites his lip. "Jungkook. I really wanna go on this trip with you, promise. I just got lost in time." You urge, well aware that he must be contemplating right now to be so quiet. "Okay?"

"...I already packed our things. Just.. wanted to have you look through it to make sure I didn't forget anything." Comes his voice through the speaker of your phone.

"Okay, nice, I'll do that when I'm home!" You chirp, unbeknownst to him already waving a cab towards you. Expensive, yeah- but the fastest way home nonetheless. "Hey kook?" You ask, and he hums a reply. "I love you." You say, and he relaxes at that, unable to prevent himself from smiling.

"I love you too."

While you're on your way home he checks his own bag one last time, present for you safely tucked away between his clothes and toiletries, before he zips it all shut, ready to go. He remembers the first trip you've ever been on together, years back- a cheap summer vacation your father had partially funded, where you had your first fight. It was horrible, nasty, really- but you'd overcome it, and in a way, you came home from that trip stronger than ever. In fact, you finally moved into this shared apartment together after that- one of the best decisions ever made, in his humble opinion.

You're hurrying through the front door, barely kicking off your shoes as you dash into the bedroom where your bag is still open and ready to be inspected. You kiss him hello on the cheek once before you search through it, breath slowly calming down a bit as you raise an eyebrow at the choice of underwear he'd packed. "What?" Is his sheepish answer. "They look great on you."

"Kook we both know you're just gonna rip them!" You whine, already dreading the rough actions the poor lace will have to endure if you do take them with you.

"Not if you can get rid of them fast enough." He wiggles his brows suggestively, while you roll your eyes. "Come on, last time you said it was hot when I ripped your-"

"Okay yeah, fine!" You complain, throwing them back into the bag before zipping it up. "Do you know where my passport is?" You wonder, and he smiles, holding both of yours up. "Damn, you really are prepared. Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?" You frown, crossing your arms while he leans forward to peck your lips.

"I'm still me." He purrs, before he takes the chance to slap your butt. "Now go pee, or you'll have to use the scary plane toilet!" He teases.

"They ARE scary!" You whine. "Imagine if you flushed and it sucked out your balls or something! I can't believe you're terrified of microwaves but not of something potentially snatching your jewels-!" You rant in complaint while rushing into the bathroom to do just as he said, well aware that he's right. It's just that you at least need to prove some sort of point here, so his ego doesn't inflate too much.

And as you both rush into the car to make your way to the airport, it's clear that he's both excited, and nervous. About what, you're not sure, but you also don't question it much further.

Because Jungkook's surprises tend to be those things you can't really foresee anyways, no matter how hard you try.

And you wonder what he's got hidden in his sleeve this time.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Elizabeth Taylor 🦋🧚🏼‍♀️🚬💊💟👩🏻🐠🌹🥀🍿🥃🌟✨️💄♓️

,Elizabeth was one and breathtaking beauty, for many years she got married very young to get away from under her mother’s clothes and to be a free woman but this to her demise led to even worse behavior by her first husband Conrad Murray who was allegedly very abusive to her.

she admits that she was probably addicted to marriage, I think back then a lot of people married many times because you did it out of love if you were gonna be with someone you had to marry them especially in the early ages of the golden era of Hollywood the 1920s to the mid 1960s, her true love though were Mike Todd and Richard Burton Todd however died in an airplane accident in on the one night they spent away from each other on his aeroplane which he called the lucky Liz. unfortunately it wasn't so lucky she said there were the two great loves of her life so much so that she married Richard Barton twice.

many women would make fun of her I think they were a little jealous and she came off as a certain way and they looked at her with a certain demise and being easy I suppose and if she turned down roles it makes you wonder and think about what she really did because that was unheard of back then how close were her family with Hollywood producers and such was she abused like Marilyn,, it doesn’t strike me as you say but then you gotta think of this. Did the women like Marilyn because she was vulnerable and dislike Liz because she wasn’t as vulnerable my mom said that as a straight woman. That Marilyn has just got the factor I love her don't get me wrong but I love them both.

.,,However often left innocent third parties under the bus in shocking ways so who were these old Hollywood actresses infamous for sleeping around join us as we take a deep dive into these famous actresses their raunchy ways and the often damaging aftermath of their actions., Elizabeth Taylor possibly the most famous name on this list Elizabeth Taylor claimed the love of fans around the world with her unique beauty and dramatic talent not only that she was also known for being one of the most notorious seductresses in Hollywood she claimed her most scandalous prize when she fraternized with singer actor Eddie Fisher what was most controversial was Fisher was then married to Taylor’s best friend.. Debbie Reynolds but it turned out to not just be a one off hookup as Taylor and Fisher later wed but ultimately divorced Taylor apologized to Reynolds years later and the two once again became friends Taylor had seven husbands throughout her life but married who she believed to be the love of her life actor Richard Burton twice after her final divorce in 1996 to construction worker Larry fortensky. Taylor claimed to have had enough of men and remained single until her death in 2011,,.. Diana doors English singer and actress Diana doors first came to public notice as a blonde bombshell much in the style of Marilyn Monroe she made tabloid headlines with the parties reportedly held at her house later she showed a genuine talent as a performer on TV and gained new public popularity as a regular chat show guest.. with her ostentatious mansion kitchy decadence and debauched parties Doris was the definition of notorious she married three times had numerous lovers and was even called a wayward Hussey by the Archbishop of Canterbury it wasn’t just her roles and low budget films she was famous for but filming people having sex in her house doris’s guest would watch grainy footage, of an unsuspecting couple who had chosen to cavort in one of the dimly lit upstairs bedrooms.

[roosterforme]

Airplane Mode Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley manages to secure a seat on your flight once again, he has to fight against the clock to make sure you understand he's sincere.

Warnings: Fluff, adult banter, swearing

Length: 2900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This is part 2 of 2! Here is Part 1! Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun!

Bradley was just about to dock in Japan. He was so anxious to turn his phone on after nine days at sea. Not because of all of the junk mail and app update alerts, but because there was a small chance he had a text message from you waiting for him. 

"Come on," he whispered, hoisting his backpack and small duffle higher onto his shoulders. But as his phone booted up, it was becoming obvious that there was nothing from you.

Bradley sighed. He had been hopeful where he shouldn't have been, and now he just felt disappointment. 

He took a taxi to his hotel, got settled in his room with a huge platter of sushi, and then looked up tickets for a flight back to San Diego. His mission had been successful, but he was happy to have it completed. 

His finger hovered over two flight options for the following day. He could leave in the morning and get back to his own bed faster. Or, he could get the flight that left Tokyo tomorrow evening and hope like hell that you were working. He knew the Navy would reimburse his economy ticket, but he wasn't taking any chances. He paid for the first class upgrade with his credit card; it would be worth every penny of the additional six hundred dollars just for the chance to look at you again. He selected the same spot next to the window, right across from the fold down seat.

Then he turned on the TV, found a Japanese soap opera, and pretended it was the same one you liked. And then he slept like a log, his body still not used to this time zone and the horrible beds he had been sleeping in. When he woke up, he got to the airport way earlier than was strictly necessary, so he drank some Japanese beers and bought himself a bunch of snacks to pass the time. 

He was so antsy. And for what? Just to be disappointed? You had tucked his phone number in your pocket. Unless you had accidentally washed the napkin with your clothing, you had intentionally decided not to contact him. So even if he saw you again, it was going to be a strictly 'Bradley can look, but he may not touch' scenario. Because the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable by becoming one of the creepy guys who probably ruined whole itineraries for you. 

When it was time to scan his ticket and make his way aboard the waiting aircraft, he tried his best to relax. He was greeted by a male flight attendant, but he could see ugly loafers just below the curtain, and his heart skipped around. He quickly stowed his bags and took his seat, keeping his eyes on the curtain the entire time. 

It seemed to happen in slow motion, the way you pushed the curtain aside. You were smiling and talking to the other flight attendant as your eyes drifted across the interior of the aircraft until your gaze settled on Bradley. He was frozen to the spot, watching your eyes flutter closed, your eyelashes brushing your cheeks. You bit your lip and grinned at him.

"Welcome aboard, sir. Can I get you anything before we take off?" you asked him, repeating the exact words you had spoken to him last time.

You just laughed as you took a step closer to him. "Do you really want me to answer that?" he whispered as he looked up at you. "I haven't stopped thinking about you in the last ten days."

Your lips parted in surprise. "Oh?"

Bradley nodded and really took a good look at you. You had styled your hair differently today, but everything else was just the same. His memory hadn't done justice to the soft curve of your cheeks or the shape of your lips. In person, you were a work of art.

You stepped further out of the aisle as more passengers shuffled along, coming to stand so close to Bradley, that he had to look way up to see your face. "I may have looked up the passenger manifest for this flight last night," you told him with a teasing tone to your voice. "And I may have picked up this flight instead of flying back tomorrow. I was hoping you were Bradshaw comma Bradley."

"That's me. Bradshaw comma Bradley. And I claimed the best seat in the house." His heart was skipping along to an unknown song, a new one that he would love to play on his piano for you. "But you didn't text me."

"Ah, no. I did not," you replied, taking a small step away from him. You looked embarrassed now. "I wasn't sure you really expected me to. Thought maybe you charm a different flight attendant on all of your trips."

Bradley's eyes went wide. He had come on too strong last time. Made it seem like he did this shit on a regular basis. His heart was still pounding, but the song was far less pleasant now. 

"You think any other flight attendant is half as lovely as you are?"

You just shrugged and smirked at him. "I don't know. You tell me." You turned to greet some more passengers, leaving Bradley staring at your backside. 

"Don't be a creep," he muttered to himself as his eyes drifted down your legs and settled on your loafers again. And to his dismay, someone took the aisle seat next to him; the flight was completely sold out. How was he supposed to flirt with you this time, while seated next to a stern looking man who was reading the Wall Street Journal. And this time you had to divide your attention between the two men while you did your safety briefing about the exit row. 

Bradley had to wait until everyone was settled and you were getting into your fold down seat for take off, before you even looked at him again. As soon as Wall Street Journal dude put some earbuds in, Bradley sighed in relief. "I can guarantee they are not."

You gave him a puzzled look.

"The other flight attendants. None of them are even half as lovely. I've never once flirted with any of them. None except you. I haven't given my phone number to a woman in months. You even got me thinking about your loafers. And I was kind of crushed when I turned my phone on at the docks and only had emails from my great-aunt Sandy to read."

It looked like you were trying not to laugh, and Bradley could physically feel himself striking out with you. But then you softly said, "You were so smooth. Got a little scared."

As the plane lifted off, Bradley smiled. "But you checked the flight manifests."

"I did," you agreed, tucking your face to the side in embarrassment. 

"Do you still have my number?"

Your eyes popped up to meet his. "Saved in my phone. As Bradshaw comma Bradley."

His smile grew in size. "I watched a Japanese soap opera last night. Not sure if it was the one you like, and I was very confused about how the characters knew each other, but I'm a little bit obsessed with it already."

You took a deep breath as the plane reached cruising altitude. "So you don't just flirt with everybody?"

"Of course not," he answered immediately. 

"And if I texted you to see if you wanted to hang out next week when I have time off?" 

His eyes went a little wide. "I would drop everything."

"Okay," you said with a smile as you stood to help someone who called for you, and your knees brushed against his leg. 

Bradley's eyes followed you before settling on Wall Street Journal dude who was already looking at him. 

"Nice one, son," he told Bradley with a nod of his head.

A laugh escaped Bradley. "Literally unbelievable, right?"

"Quite," he replied before turning his gaze back to his newspaper. 

Bradley settled himself against his seat, listening for your voice as he occasionally heard you over the sounds of the plane and passengers. He knew of a decent sushi place near his house with a takeout menu. He'd figure out how to get Japanese shows on his TV at home. He could already picture how you would look on his couch. He wondered if you wore your loafers with jeans. 

You didn't take Bradley's drink order, rather you delivered him an unprompted cosmopolitan with his dinner. And when you brought him a second one as it was getting later and darker, your fingers met his. 

"I'm sorry I didn't text you. I wanted to."

He grinned as you collected his dinner tray along with Wall Street Journal dude's tray; he had dozed off with his meal half eaten. 

"You can make it up to me by texting me when we land so I can have your number."

You nodded and rolled your eyes. "I'll make it up to you. Now stop flirting and let me work. The guys in 3C and 3D are a handful."

Bradley's brow scrunched up. "Is there a guy giving you a hard time?" He was already about to stand up, but you planted your palm on his chest and eased him back against his seat.

"No. Nothing like that," you promised. "God, you're sweet."

Bradley just gaped up at you, so close he could feel your breath on his cheek as you let your fingers trail up to the collar of his Top Gun sweatshirt. When you grazed the scar on his neck with your fingertip, he was practically panting. 

"You'll tell me if they get out of hand?" he asked, voice deep and raspy. 

"You gonna rush in and protect me?" you asked as you released him to continue gathering up the trays. 

"I told you I would flex for you, Baby."

You actually giggled as you collected the rest of the dishes and shot Bradley a wide eyed look. "You sure did." Then you were gone, behind that curtain and out of his sight. 

It was getting late, but Bradley wasn't tired in the least. He was currently dedicated to watching you shuttle dinner trays and glasses back to the galley as each first class passenger seemed to be dozing off. Every time you passed his row, you smiled at him. 

When you didn't emerge for quite some time, Bradley stood and stepped gingerly over his sleeping seatmate and made his way toward the lavatory. He paused at the curtain, which had been left open several inches. You were standing in the small galley, stacking the catering trays and depositing them into the slotted metal cart. He watched you work for a few beats, your movements methodical, your expression a little dreamy. He was hoping he was the cause of that. 

Bradley pulled the curtain aside a few more inches, and you turned to face him, an expression of professional caution fell into place that immediately melted away again. "Bradshaw comma Bradley. Welcome to my office."

He laughed and ducked his large form inside the galley with you, letting the curtain fall mostly closed behind him. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just on my way to the restroom."

Bradley was silenced as you set down the last tray and then reached for the front of his sweatshirt, bunched the fabric up in your fist, and used it to pull him closer to you. When your lips brushed against his in the sweetest kiss, it sent him reeling. As you started to pull away, he dipped his head closer to yours, and you kissed him a little harder. 

"Lavatory is that way," you whispered, your nose brushing his mustache as you pointed to Bradley's left.

"Oh. Right." He wanted to keep kissing you, but when you released your hold on his sweatshirt, Bradley backed out of the curtained off area and let himself into the tiny bathroom. He looked in the mirror to see that his cheeks were flushed and he was grinning. 

He washed his hands and did his best to fix his hair and straighten out his clothing, and when Bradley walked past the galley again, you were waiting for him. 

He drank you in from head to toe, loving the way your hip was leaning against the counter as you traced your lower lip softly with your fingertips. With wide eyes and parted lips, you reached for him at the same time he tucked himself inside the small space and pulled the curtain closed.

Your lips mashed against his, and Bradley groaned as you threaded your fingers through his hair. It took him a second to get his hands on you, but when he did, you melted into him. He ran his hands softly from your hips to your waist, wrapping them around you and pulling you closer. 

Bradley had goosebumps as you raked your fingers down the back of his neck, and you were nibbling on his lower lip, teasing him with your tongue. 

You pulled away from his lips with a soft gasp, but you continued to stroke your fingers along his neck and through his hair. "I've never done anything like this before."

But you didn't even give him a chance to respond before you were kissing him again, softer this time, your nose bumping his as you nipped at his lips.

"Shit," Bradley gasped, squeezing your waist as your lips drifted over his cheek and across his jaw. "I'm about to go bankrupt following you from San Diego to Japan every week."

You laughed and started to back out of his grasp. "I'm sorry I didn't text you. It's the first thing I'm going to do when we land."

Bradley licked his lips, already missing the feel of you as he released your waist. 

"You should go sit down before I get in trouble," you whispered, running your fingertips across your lips again. "You're definitely trouble, Bradshaw comma Bradley."

But Bradley stroked your cheek with his thumb until you dropped your hand from your lips, and he kissed you one more time. 

"Nah, I'll be good for you."

He laughed as you shoved him out of the galley, and he made his way back to his seat. Patiently he sat and waited, and soon you were silently folding down your seat and tucking your knees between his long legs, like they belonged there. 

Bradley leaned forward and held out his palm. When you let first your fingers and then your entire hand press against his, he whispered, "I'm taking you out for lunch when we land."

"Are you?" you asked, laughing softly. 

"Yeah. I'm dying for a first date."

You were silent for a beat before you said, "I'm free."

Bradley held your hand until the sun started to brighten the cabin. You bustled around, taking care of everyone until it was time to land. And when the plane was firmly on the ground, Bradley watched you pull your phone out of your pocket. 

"I'm turning off airplane mode, and then I'm going to text you," you promised. 

Bradley scrambled to turn his phone on as well, and when a text arrived with your last name and first name separated by a comma, he saved you to his contacts and smiled as you stood to help passengers with their bags. 

Once again, Bradley waited until everyone else deboarded ahead of him, preferring to stay and watch you next to the rest of the crew. He wanted to kiss you, but he forced himself to leave after you told him, "Thanks for flying with us."

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You took your time cleaning up and organizing the first class galley and disinfecting the space. As soon as Bradley had deboarded he texted you back, asking if you would like to get sushi for lunch with him. Of course you would. You'd been thinking about him since you first laid eyes on him ten days ago.

And the kisses! What had come over you! It was so unprofessional! But you couldn't seem to help yourself. He was so big and handsome. He smelled good, and he kept looking at you like you were perfect. A girl can only handle so much chemistry before something boils over. 

You would kiss him again as soon as you saw him. That was already settled. 

After grabbing your bag and your badge, you deboarded, telling the captain you'd see him again in a few days, and you glided up the jetway with a smile on your lips. When you exited out into the terminal and saw Bradley waiting for you next to a kiosk that sold sunglasses, your smile erupted into a giggle.

"Are you waiting for me?" you asked when you were close to him.

"Of course," he replied with a bright smile, and you dropped the handle of your bag and wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you close as you kissed him, and when the kiosk owner yelled at the two of you for bumping his display, Bradley took you by the hand. 

"Let's go get some sushi and get to know each other better." 

You walked with him out into the San Diego heat, hand in hand. 

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Brother, I'm here.

-- Kurokawa Izana x little sister reader

🖤 — tokyo revengers

📝 — reader is a sister, second pov (you/your), light angst if you squint, not proofread

: a/n — this will be a mini series yey. and yes, let's ignore the reader's age and how she managed to take an airplane despite being a minor and not having a guardian. do minors need a guardian when traveling? yes but reader is independent asf hahahaha.

— PT. 1 / PT. 2/PT.3/PT.4/PT.5

You weren’t aware and neither was he.

Aware that you’re related; blood-related and all that. But the moment you found out that you have an older brother who was born in Japan along with the confession of your irresponsible father that he left him there, you started working for money. You didn’t have any stable financial support and you were just a kid who longed for affection.

For the affection of someone who you just found out that existed not even a year ago.

Now here you are, breathing in the air of Japan after years of saving up, fortunately, your father gave you some allowance, too, because passports and airplane tickets are not free. Nothing was ever free in this world to you. Not food, not clothes, and definitely not love.

That is why stepping to a new soil, you told yourself that you’ll look for the affection that you hoped you’ll get for free. Your broken Japanese was surprisingly warmly welcomed by the people, some even putting the effort of trying to speak English for you. It warmed your heart to be openly welcomed, to be looked at with admiration for the fact that you’re trying your best to navigate through a new vast land and sea.

You arrived at what you found out to be called Yokohama. And right before continuing your journey, you stopped at a cafe that got your attention and walked in, hoping to rest your legs that were nonstop walking. Glancing at your small notebook, you sighed, hands trembling slightly when you became aware that you don’t know a thing about your brother.

Just that you both have lilac eyes. 

You also knew that your brother had silver hair and you tried to paint his face. Try to see an amalgamation of unsure features aside from two things that you heard from your father.

You glance outside and see your reflection looking back at you. Will he recognize you just like how you feel you’ll recognize him without a fail even though it will be your first time seeing him? Will he be happy for the effort you put in just to meet him?

Will he acknowledge you? Accept you?

All of a sudden, you’re unsure of your decisions. It has just been a day, not even half, and you’re already reprimanding yourself for being selfish, being greedy, for something, for someone that isn’t even aware of your existence.

And yet, you found yourself outside the cafe, eyes darting everywhere hoping to find silver hair and lilac eyes.

After wandering through the unknown streets of Yokohama, you stopped, exhaustion seeping through your skin and bones as you sat down on a bench, hands gripping your head.

Minutes later, you decide to continue your search tomorrow and go to an inn that you saw earlier, praying that it will be better the next day.

Unsurprisingly, the next day was not any better like you prayed but you found yourself walking aimlessly through a new set of unfamiliar streets.

With a sigh, you bring yourself to the train station to go to Shibuya. You’ve heard good things about Shibuya and how it’s beautiful and full of lively things especially at night.

With that fun thought, you walk off from the train and breathes in heavily before starting your another hunt for your brother.

After wandering around without any destination in mind, you saw a group of boys wearing red jackets and you tilt your head in confusion. Is there an event or something? All of them are matching and you think it’s cute because all you know is that whenever people wear something that matches with each other, it’s because of their unity or maybe even love for each other.

Not that you have had any one to match clothes nor accessories with.

You didn’t mind them and simply walked past them, missing two different coloured eyes following you, wide and confused. You didn’t notice him commanding the others to call for someone and you didn’t notice him following you.

You looked so familiar to him. Too familiar that you left goosebumps in its wake. Was it your skin? Your aura that was naturally exuding confidence and commandment? 

Oh.

Oh.

It was your eyes.

Your eyes with their long lashes that met him when you decided to suddenly turn around and walk back to where you came from, blinking at him. 

It was your eyes. His eyes. So familiar and yet, such a stranger. Your eyes are a little bit dimmed yet it reminded him of how his friend’s own ones shone under the daylight. 

You both stared at each other before it was broken with the vibration of his phone and how you bowed lightly to him before proceeding with your journey. Something bloomed in his chest; happiness? Confusion? Familiarity?

It was funny, he thinks. You didn’t even know each other and yet, you’re forcing all these emotions to him. With a deep breath, he answers the phone and tells the person on the other end that he has something important to tell him.

Silence and Izana’s back was what answered Kakucho’s news and assumption. “You’re probably mistaken.” came his king’s answer after a few minutes of silence.

Wrong.

Kakucho wants to tell him that he’ll never make a mistake. How could he when all he wanted to do was run to you earlier and hug you because you look familiar? Because your eyes are undoubtedly from the same parent? How could he be wrong when he spent years admiring those same eyes even if they lost their shine? How could he when he noticed and just knew that you’re lost and looking for something, for someone?

“She has your eyes.” was what he settled with. Izana turns around and looks at him. “Shinichiro is my only sibling.” Kakucho freezes. 

Was telling him a wrong decision?

Is the bubbling decision in him to let you meet him will make him regret it?

He doesn’t know because all he knows is that you’re there looking for his king. You’re there and he knows, hopes, rather, that you’ll manage to mend Izana’s broken pieces that he collected and tried to put back together along their journey.

Without any response, he walks away and looks for you.

“What?” you asked, breathless and eyes wide. “I’m asking for your name.” the boy with different eye colour repeats. You don’t even know how he found you but you’re grateful that you’re in the middle of a crowded street so you can immediately call for help or run away in case he tries something funny. 

“Why?” you pry on, noticing how patient he is with you. He was beautiful, yes, but you’re not going to throw your name to a random boy you just met. “You look like someone I know.” your heart beats in your chest loudly, forcibly trying to come out and run towards the boy and shake him and tell him to bring it to whoever he is pertaining to.

Your mouth opens and closes, breathing in and out deeply to calm yourself down.

“Y/N. Kurokawa Y/N.”

You don’t know why. 

You’re confused but you found yourself kneeling in front of the scarred boy whose knees gave up after hearing your name. Relief. Was it truly a relief? It flooded his eyes and his body, respectfully and gently gripping your hands that failed to catch him.

He’s right.

He’s right and he hopes Izana will be happy if he brings you to him. So with a deep breath, he clutches your hands firmly and looks at you.

“I believe you’re looking for your brother, miss, and I know Kurokawa. Kurokawa Izana.”

A/N: uhm let's hope i become responsible enough to continue this without fail hehe