#he would be the type to wear a sleep cap though

[acracana]

I just know he snores loud af. Not even snrrrk mi mi mi more like HONK SHOOO grandfather ass sounding snores. He’s lucky that Silver can sleep through the apocalypse because I just know Sebek’s snores shook the room during their sleepovers 😭

Also he’s wearing multiple layers because he hates feeling cold he’s so adorable 🥹

[fastandcarlos]

My Little Graduate : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: you're all prepared to graduate with your family by your side, and an unexpected extra sneaking into the crowd

“There she is...my little graduate!” Max cheered as he watched you walk through the crowd of people, opening his arms up and inviting you straight into the room. 

You were lifted up of your feet as soon as Max’s arms wrapped around you, your hand reaching up to keep a hold of your cap that was on the top of your head. Max pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before pulling away, studying you closely. His hand slipped into yours as he twirled you around, his eyes drawn to the wide smile on your face. 

It was everything that Max wanted to see, after watching you stress and suffer for so many months, he was finally seeing the proper you in front of him again. 

“You’ve got no idea how proud I am of you,” Max smiled, taking both of your hands into his, “you’ve worked so hard to get that moment today.” 

He was in awe of how hard you’d worked, relentlessly researching, typing, proofreading, whatever you needed to do in order to get yourself your degree that you’d dreamed of for so long. Max was hardworking himself, but nothing could compare to how hard you’d pushed yourself. 

Little did Max know the part that he had played though. The constant late night visits, dashes to the shop to help you, offers to read over what you’d written to make sure that it made sense in your sleep state.  

“Graduation suits you too,” Max complimented, taking a closer look at you. 

The slight breeze blew your gown up slightly, showing off the dress that you wore underneath. The finishing touch for Max though was the cap that you wore on top of your head, the one thing you’d talked about wanting to wear for so long, and at last it was finally yours. 

“I can’t believe I’m dating a graduate,” Max smiled, keeping his eyes firmly on you. “How does it feel to finally receive the recognition that you deserve?” 

“This is the moment I dreamt of when I sent that application in all those years ago,” you chuckled, smoothing down your gown. “There were plenty of moments too when I was sure that I wasn’t actually going to see the end of this degree.” 

There had been many conversations between you and Max when you felt like giving up. He was there every time though, reminding you of how hard you’d worked and how rewarding it would be if you saw it through to the end. 

He wasn’t sure at the time whether you truly believed him, but now as you celebrated your moment, he was relieved that you had listened and stuck it out, no matter how many times you wanted to turn around and say no. 

“I always knew you’d get here,” Max shrugged, as if it was the easiest thing in the world that you’d achieved. “There was no doubt in my mind with that incredibly smart mind of yours.” 

Your hands rested against Max’s chest, tilting your head back to look up at him. “I don’t think I’d have got to this moment without you, you’ve always been my biggest cheerleader.” 

As your eyes met Max’s, you couldn’t help but smile, reaching up and taking your cap off. You twirled it in your hands before placing it on top of Max’s head instead, taking a step back so that you could admire how well it suited him. Although your degree was yours, Max had played a huge part in it too. His smile turned up as he positioned the cap so that it was straight, allowing you to pull your phone out and take a picture of him. 

Once he had it, Max didn’t want to take it off, finding himself quite comfortable with a graduate cap on his head. He knew it was never going to be his, but he didn’t take for granted how appreciative you were of everything that he had done for you over the past couple of years. 

“You deserve to wear that for a moment,” you told him, handing it back as Max went to take it off. “It probably doesn’t compare to all those fancy trophies that you win on a podium, but that to me is probably the biggest trophy I’ll ever earn. So, I want you to hold it, like you tell me to do with yours.” 

“This is all yours,” Max protested, taking the cap and popping it back onto the top of your head. “I’m just enjoying the fact that there’s so many graduates around here today, and yet I’m dating the best one.” 

“I’m emotional enough as it is today without you getting soppy.” 

You hit hard against Max’s chest as his arms snaked back around your frame. He pressed a kiss against the top of your head, blocking out everything that was going on around you. Despite the hundreds of names that had been read as people walked across the stage, there was only one that meant anything to him. 

A hand poked against your side, dragging you out of your daydream. “What’s the plan now that you’ve got a super official degree to your name?” 

“I guess I have to go and get a job now,” you chuckled, “I can’t study and travel the world supporting you forever, as nice as it’s been for the past couple of years.” 

“You’ll still come to some races though, won’t you? Even though you’re going to be busy?” Max nervously asked you. 

It didn’t matter how career driven you were, there was no way you were going to stop going to races completely. Depending on what direction you were about to go in, you knew every race would be impossible, but if there was any chance that you could get there, then you absolutely would. 

“Wherever you go next, I’ll be supporting you,” Max assured you, “and wherever that place is, I know you’re going to go on and do absolutely amazing things too.” 

“I should probably go and collect a few more degrees to try and match all your world championships.” 

“Yours is a lot more impressive than mine,” Max grinned. 

Your eyes narrowed back at him, “millions of people get degrees, but there’s only one champion of the world, and that just so happens to be you.” 

Although you had a point, Max was still far more impressed by what you achieved then what he had. He was at the top in his field, and he knew now that the world was your oyster that you were absolutely going to rise to the top of your field too. 

“I really am proud of you,” Max told you once again, kissing against your forehead. 

“I know you are,” you giggled, “it’s taken a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get to this moment, but I’m so happy that we’re finally here.” 

“I’m just looking forward to having you back, without the stress, the late trips to the library,” Max couldn’t help but joke, “it’s just going to be you again, with that big, beautiful smile on your face.” 

Your eyes widened as Max spoke, “are you suggesting that I’ve been stressed and stroppy over the past few months?” You challenged. 

“Love, you’ve been an absolute nightmare.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[blkkizzat]

JJK Men x Black!Reader Bonnet Headcanons - fluff, 18+ only

Nanami is thoughtful. He would make sure his sweet girl would never have to worry about protecting her hair. 

Once you explain to him why you wear a bonnet to bed Nanami is the type to surprise you by sewing (of course Mr. Domestic can sew!) silk into the lining all your hats, caps and beanies. He makes sure the sheets and pillowcases are silk as well. 

Nanami also starts lounging in silk PJs (that hang low on his hips showing off his deep cut v-line) because he also knows how much you like laying your head in his lap when the two of you relax in front of the TV just in case you don't actually feel like putting your bonnet on just yet.

Choso is an insomniac so when he can't sleep he watches over you. 

Like a protector, if he notices you shifting and a braid, lock, coil or curl escapes your bonnet he will reach over to gently tuck it back in before giving you a chaste kiss on your forehead or nose. In fact, if he can manage without waking you up, Choso will even tighten or re-tie your bonnet as well. 

And if your hair is straightened, on hot nights when you start to sweat he will turn on the fan, turning off oscillation in favor of directing it all to cool you instead. Choso knows you hate sweating out your new silk press.

You don’t know any of this though, you just know ever since you started sleeping over at Choso's you’ve never woken up with your bonnet off or your hair sweat-out.

Suguru is practical about it. He is the type that once you explain why you wear your bonnet and how it keeps your hair healthy and protected he starts wearing bonnets too so his long locks can stay smooth. 

Not only does he wear bonnets with you he buys matching ones for you for the both of you to wear to bed. You never worry about forgetting your bonnet now when packing an overnight bag to stay at Suguru's because he always has dozens of them for you to chose from. 

Suguru even has dedicated an entire drawer for you in his closet for all your collective bonnets. In fact, best to just leave yours at home because he will pout hella bad if y'all ain’t going to bed matching.

Toji is a bit of an asshole. If you’re mad and ignoring him he will definitely snatch your bonnet off when you brush past him just to get your attention. Toji would much rather have you cussing at him than the silent treatment. 

You could try to take it back from him but n!gga is big as fuck and if he plays 'keep away' you know you ain’t getting that shit back until he's ready. You sigh relenting and stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss, the silent treatment finally broken.

Satisfied, Toji immediately returns your bonnet. He places it back on your head and adjusts it to as it was before. He kisses you again and apologizes for upsetting his 'sexy mamas'.  

You would have made him work for it a bit more before giving into him so easily, snatched bonnet or not but you don’t trust him alone with your bonnets. You once walked in the bedroom to find him jack!ng off into your favorite bonnet because 'all your panties were in the dryer'.

Gojo is over the top about it. He goes out of his way to order you designer bonnets. Fendi doesn't make actual bonnets? Well they do the fuck now. 

Money is absolutely no object and only the best quality silk goes on his baby girl's head. Gojo once even flew you to Paris so Chanel could take your actual head measurements in their showroom (which he shutdown just for you ❤︎).

All of this is fine and all but you do still love your trusty $2 beauty supply store bonnets. Gojo know's this and tbh he loves them on you just as much too. You know he does because once in a while you will come back home and instead of his blindfold he will be wearing one of your beauty supply bonnets pulled down over his eyes.

Gojo whines that he missed you all day and this helped him feel closer to you.

Sukuna appears indifferent to your bonnet. In fact you might even be a bit self conscious at first that he doesn’t like when you wear one. 

However, all those worries dissipate when you start to notice how attentive he is to the fact of making sure you actually do wear one. You binging your fav Netflix drama and decide to lay down on the sofa without putting on your bonnet first? Nah.

Your vision will be blocked when Sukuna drops a fresh bonnet on your face. A simple order to 'put it on brat' is given before he leaves the room. He does this often. If you question him why he does this? Sukuna will grumble and say he wont want you bitching or taking longer to get ready later because you forgot to wear your bonnet and now your hair is too messed up. 

Although Sukuna truly couldn't give a fuck if you didn't do your hair and just wore your bonnet when you both do go out. You look fucking hot to him either way. One time Sukuna even laid a n!gga out flat on his back in the streets. Some random dude made a comment about you being 'ratchet' under his breath for wearing your bonnet outside the house and learned to mind their fucking business that day. Safe to say Sukuna is very much pro-bonnet.  

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a/n: I said I would write drabbles but these headcanons popped into my mind and I had to share. Hope y'all enjoyed!

*runs back to the fifty-leven fics i am currently procrastinating on*

Reblog (because tumblr isnt showing this for some reason 😭) and let me know which one was your fav but likes and comments are just as appreciated!

[callooopie]

School’s in session || HOTD men

“Then I see you, you’re walking ‘cross the campus. Cruel professor, studying romances.” — Campus // Vampire Weekend

packing’s tuff asffff. I’m glad for a break in the middle of it all. This is very short. And I hope it satisfies the pookies enough in the calloopie drought. But once again, I return to the trenches of packing for college 🫡🫡🙂‍↕️✌️

Davos Blackwood // Computer science

As we’ve established once, Davos rooms with Aeron. No one knows why, or understands even. They both hate each other (so they say).

Once you see him walk into his computer lab, just know that you’re not seeing him ever again until the late hour of the night. He goes in with two—three energy drinks, comes out with four empty cans… not sure how that happened. Davos isn’t sure where the extra can came from. Magic. Pure college magic.

He’s a very smart and capable student. He’s just.. lazy. The type to put assignments and projects off until the day of the deadline. And then he’ll lock in for the whole day and not text you or anyone until midnight when he turns it in just barely on time. He says he lives for the thrill, the adrenaline of bordering the due date.

Rides a skateboard to class, around the campus, everywhere. If he sees you he does a trick in front of you before riding off. Only for you though. Sometimes he fails, and it’s bad for him but funny for you (and everyone else who sees it happen). It’s like once I saw someone fall into the fountain on campus. Yeah—that’s what happened to Davos. A trail of water leading toward the science building, and a very unhappy Davos sitting through a lecture with his pants soaked.

Enjoys sleeping on the grass if it’s nice enough. A backpack for a pillow (or your thighs). You could be sleeping beside him, letting his head rest in your lap, or simply just doing homework or coursework as you both enjoy the afternoon. Whatever you have going on, Davos is just happy to be beside you.

The type to cut it really close to class time if he’s getting food. Nothing gets in the way of his food, not even the start of a class or lab. He’ll be in line and you’ll spot him out and be confused, looking down at your phone as you talk about how you thought he had a lab. And Davos would happily respond and say, yes, he does indeed have that lab. But fries are calling his name. And who is he to deny such salty callings?

Jacaerys Velaryon // Political Science

Attentive, in every one of his classes. Sometimes his posture is upright, other times he’s leaning back. But he never dozed off or loses interest. The only sign of his boredom would be seeing him twiddle around a pencil or pen between his fingers, both ends tapping lightly against the desk or notebook in front of him.

Bounces his leg too. Not out of anxiety or anything, but once again just an outlet for his boredom or restlessness. It gets worse when the clock shows it’s nearing the end of class.

Sometimes he’ll get so engrossed in whatever’s being taught, you’ll have to poke him once or twice to get his attention. He’ll snap his head toward you before returning his attention to the front of the class, but he’s listening to you now at least. A hand resting against his chin as you talk into his ear or show him something on your laptop or phone.

Coffee girl. You never see him without a coffee. Iced, hot. Starbucks, homemade. Whatever it is, it’s on his desk. Definitely not a Stanley cup guy. Jace likes something small, simple. Nothing that stands out or is overly complicated and fancy. It’s probably a portable mug he stole from his mother, or has just had for a very long time.

Always put together. Even a lazy fit on him looks chic. You ask him one day, how does he do it? Even wearing just sweats and a t-shirt; he somehow always looks so.. good. Jace chuckles under his breath, shaking his head as he adjusts his cap. Oh it’s a bit of this and that, confidence and coolness. How you hold yourself. But also really.. it’s all in the accessories; he tells you.

Cregan Stark // Environmental Science

A literal ghost on campus. You never see him—you don’t know how he does it. You could go the entire day without seeing Cregan and then randomly think about him and not a moment later he’s right in front of you. And yes, he likes seeing how you light up in surprise. How you say his name every time he suddenly appears beside you. Never gets old.

Big salad and study guy. Or just snacking and studying in general. In the library, in a study room, somewhere on campus, no matter what; Cregan’s got something in front of him as he reads over an article.

Reads the news while he walks to class. Usually he doesn’t like staring at his phone so aimlessly. But for the latest news updates, he will do it. He lets out little hums or groans depending on what’s happening in the world. Only once have you seen him shake his head at something. A scoff and an eye roll were rare as well.

Does not adhere to sidewalk paths. If there’s a quicker route to the building where his class is being held—he will take it. Even if it’s through the woods; he will take it. Efficiency is the name of the game here, and he’d rather be early than late.

He does not pay attention when he walks also. So if you’re trying to get his attention, you will have to grab his arm and put yourself in his field of vision. He’s a fast walker too. He’s got places to be after all, he can’t just slow down to make conversation when he’s got a busy schedule and things to do. But he will.. slow down a bit. And make time for you, in his busy life.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

141 Headcanons: On Holiday

John Price is 100% a dad type. He likes golfing and fishing and sailing. Activities that let him unwind, sometimes make new friends in the shape of other middle-aged men at the country club or at the docks or at the lake. Rents a little cabin by the lake, where you can take a soak or sunbathe, while he goes out with his little fishing boat and try (and fail) to catch something nice for dinner.

Johnny MacTavish is an adventurous type. He likes hiking and camping, stuff that lets him stay busy, and will definitely explore some forest or national park or mountain range. But he also likes fun activities. Music festivals, for example. He'll definitely book you all-inclusive 3-day-long tickets even though there's only one or two artists/bands you want to see, just so you can have that experience and have fun together.

Kyle Garrick is a family lad. His family is big and loving and they book a little trip every year somewhere fun. It might be a new destination, or it might be somewhere they've been before, or maybe somewhere to visit family. But he loves bringing his love along, go do all the touristy things, see all the landmarks, take loads of pictures, try new restaurants and new food, and do cultural things like reading all the plaques on statues and fountains and monuments.

Simon Riley likes peace and quiet. That's the jist of it. Needs it, in fact. So, prepare to rent a little historical cottage in the Cotswold, or maybe a beach condo, or a cabin in the woods. Doesn't matter, what matters it's that it's fairly isolated, with no neighbors to really bother him. He can sleep in late, with no one to force him to do things he doesn't want to do, no schedule to uphold, no people to answer to. He'll roll out of bed at noon, make himself tea and go sit outside and feell the breeze on his skin for once.

Crack headcanons: Beach Day Episode™️

John Price tends to burn, instead of tan, surprisingly. Probably because his uniforms tend to cover him from neck to toes, leaving only his hands and face showing... And if you'd expect his face to be immune to burning, you'd be wrong. Especially because he's terrible at applying sunblock. By the time you notice, his cheeks, nose and forehead are red, and there are white lines around his muttonchops/beard where the sunblock didn't absorb... so he just looks ridiculous.

Johnny MacTavish likes to say he's not English/British... until he goes on holiday to southern Europe and he's suddenly the perfect example of the stereotypical English tourist. Football jersey, denim shorts, socks and slides/sandals, his entire skin is burned to a crisp and red, and, of course, he's wearing the most stupid-looking sunglasses you'll ever see... And then he gets to the beach, takes off his shorts and he's wearing a red speedo.

Kyle Garrick is 100% the type to disappear off his towel while you're sunbathing and, by the time you notice, he's in a completely different side of the beach playing beach paddle ball, beach volleyball or beach football with a group of other blokes or even with little kids. And he does all this while wearing his little cap (but backwards) and while absolutely covered in tanning oil. Does he need it? No. But he likes the feel of it.

Simon Riley would not be caught dead in swimming trunks or a speedo. The man needs full coverage. He's in a wet/surf suit and wearing a facekini WITH his stupid dad sunglasses and, maybe even, a visor. He gets fidgety if he has to sit in his towel for too long so he's also the type who'll go for a walk out of nowhere, down the beach, and, eventually, cross paths with an Asian grandma who's wearing the same exact outfit as him.

[gingerjunhan]

boyfriend headcannons - kim jungsu

☆彡 letting the delusions win once again so Jungsu stans come get y’all juice!!!!!

word count: 713 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: all caps used, he’s blushing, I’m blushing, we’re all blushing, let me know if I missed anything!! 🩷

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starting off by saying that in my head Jungsu is the most Boyfriend™️ member of xh and nobody can change my mind!!!!!!!!

he’s also the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen??? okay moving on

he strikes me as a romantic!!!

not like, Seungmin type of romantic though (although there can be some overlap)

he’s the type of romantic that knows your coffee order by heart

watches “chick flicks” with you over and over again

always puts your needs before his

willing to drop everything for you

gives you his hoodie the second he sees you shiver

does absolutely nothing without asking if you’re okay/ comfortable with it!!!!

that type of romantic

“that’s literally the bare minimum-“ SHUT UP it's the little things that count

anyways moving on

I know I’ve mentioned this before in a fic somewhere but Jungsu is so so so SO respectful and he just wants to make sure everyone is happy and safe so I can see him wanting to have a long, in-depth conversation with you about boundaries

you’re both in this relationship because you love and care for one another, and he’s not gonna let you forget it!!

he is so madly in love with you it physically hurts him

like,,,, YOU chose HIM???? he can’t wrap his mind around it

he knew you were “the one” shortly into your relationship

hype man

imagine him wrapping his arms around you while you’re looking at your outfit and he just makes eye contact with you in the mirror and hits you with the “you look so pretty today baby” and then gives you a little kiss wherever he can reach UGHHHHHH THIS MAN

MATCHING OUTFITS MATCHING OUTFITS

“Oh you’re wearing blue today? Okay good to know.” and then he immediately goes and changes

I can picture Jungsu as the type who finds it really hard to sleep without you

like,, he needs a cuddle buddy

but in public?

people would never guess that

I talked about this in my PDA fic, but I don’t think Jungsu is big into PDA

like, aww you’re holding hands? that’s enough 🧍🏻‍♀️

he gives me the vibe that he doesn’t like seeing other people’s PDA so he doesn’t do it either LMAOOO (me too)

okay I talked about this with Gunil so I feel the need to bring it up again

your family loves him

if you have siblings or cousins who are younger than you?? they ADORE HIM

Jungsu gives me lovely big brother energy and in my head I think he’s be great with kids (ignore those Rock The World episodes lol)

give this man a toddler I need to see it

imagine coming home to Jungsu and your kid and Jungsu is dressed up in some silly costume, too wrapped up in the child’s land of make-believe to realize you walked in the door

he’s just so sweet :(

okay okay okay so if you couldn’t tell by the fact that I think I’ve mentioned them in every single Jungsu fic I’ve written… I love Jungsu’s broad shoulders

Jungsu is just so big and strong and I’m swooning right now

he’s so tall and pretty and UGH what if I cry

you can’t reach something?

he’s picking you up

you’re feet hurt?

piggyback ride

he’s giving you the Princess Treatment™️ truly

I also feel like Jungsu gives the best hugs in xh

those arms of his 😵‍💫 hugging machines

the feeling of being wrapped up in his strong arms and broad shoulders oh my god

safety

he’s like if a fuzzy blanket was a guy

he’s just so awesome I love Jungsu dude

I can also imagine having some good late night talks with Jungsu

telling secrets and sharing stories

he’s not afraid to be emotional in front of you!

within the first month of your relationship you saw him cry and tbh he’s so real for that

he can put up the front that he’s all tough or whatever but that facade cracks with you around

he’s just so blushy and giggley with you!

Jungsu totally believes that you bring out the best in him, and he’s so glad to be with you

he commonly fantasizes about his future with you

he’s so excited to spend forever with you :(((

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[brunolover808]

Homelander X Amrita || Past Truths ||

Amrita is attending the Christmas Gala after spending a couple of years at Vought.

Warning: Sensitive topics will be addressed such as abuse and self death.

It was that time of the year, snow falling, warm coats, and gathering to kiss asses. The last time the grand Vought gala came around, Amrita was able to excuse herself from such an occasion. Now since she has been with the company for a while and her existence has spread, she is now a hot cake. The only one allowed to train with Homelander, the only one to truly call him a partner. It was only a matter of time till she was requested to attend more formal events.

Now Amrita was not the type for formal events. She made that clear as she showed up looking no different than how she normally looks. Stillwell had to stop her from entering till someone threw some make up on her and fixed her look. She only came back with lipstick, red eyeshadow under her eyes to hide the lack of sleep, and her outfit looked more like she was straight out of the mafia. Either way she looked more appealing her audience she was getting tonight.

Stillwell dragged Amrita along to shake hands with random old ass white men. Each on getting a signature glare of Amrita before she was elbowed to smile. She only smirked as she rolled her eyes. Each one asks the same, "How is it like training with Homelander." It grew annoying. It only took a few more old asses before Amrita finally admitted the truth.

"More like getting my organs rearranged. Not even in a sex manner, he literally digs his hand inside-" she was interrupted by Stillwell laughing as though Amrita said something funny.

"She is just joking, Homelander and her always work up a sweat together. We have had to remodel the gym to have more concrete in it because of them." Her screeching laughter makes Amrita groan. Which made Stillwell put on such a fake smile and turns to Amrita. "Why don't you get a drink and find Homelander. I bet our guests would love to speak with him."

"Whatever the hell gets me away from this." Amrita said loud enough to embarrass Stillwell as she struts her way to the bar first. There she requested a glass of whisky, but was given a glass of wine. Of course they would put a cap on her choices.

Amrita took the glass and held it as though it was whisky. Her finger tips holding onto the rim of the glass as she walks around the people. She noticed some of the other Supes and how kissing ass was a full time job for them. She lifted her glass up to sip on the dry red wine. It was absolutely awful, but it was alcohol.

She continued to walk around till she spotted the flag waving around. Homelander seemed to be walking around slowly. It was like he was lost on where he was supposed to go. So Amrita walked up behind him before grabbing on the cape to pull him to a stop. He turns around already pulling his lips thin in anger. Then he saw Amrita and relaxed his face.

"Stillwell wants you to kiss some ass."

"And she sent you to retrieve me? "

"After I got a drink that I didn't want." She tilts the glass up to her lips and takes a gulp. The glass is already almost gone and does not match her dislike for wine.

He eyes her up and down. Not once has he really expressed interest in her besides how her body regenerates. Homelander gets a bit of an idea as he moves closer to her. His hand reached out slowly, for once he didn't have his gloves on. So his finger tips grazed her stomach as he pushed her coat more open. Her torso is practically exposed for anyone to see and yet she does not stop him. If anything she just watches him with a raised eyebrow.

"For someone who always sticks their hand inside my ribcage, you are very curious about my outer flesh."

"Why did they let you wear this? "

Homelander usually doesn't ignore her jabs at him. He has a comeback or says something that makes her annoyed. This time made her look at him confused. His expression looked as though he was disappointed and scolding her.

"I-I mean...um..." She grew conscious of her body and stepped back wrapping her arms to cover her chest. "It isn't like anyone is looking." Her laugh was awkward and strained.

"Amrita." Homelander's tone echoed in her ears as he spoke. "I am looking. Now what does that tell you about the rest of the room?"

"..." Her throat drier than the wine which she hit back the last bit. She bites her bottom lip as her eyes had lowered to look at his belt rather than in his eyes like normal.

This side of Amrita told Homelander that he just somehow cracked her facade. A insecurity? Something a little more than that. It caught his interest and he didn't want to let this end.

"Come on, let's escape this gala before another shareholder asks for a handshake." His tone shifts to a lighter one. This was something he did often to lead someone into a sense of ease.

"What? Isn't this part of your job?"

"Do you want to stand here as more of these dust bags undress you with their eyes? Or would you rather sit on the roof?"

Amrita immediately lit up with a smirk. For sure she wanted to ditch this for the roof. She took only a step to set the glass in a plant before waving him to lead the way.

Instead of taking a normal route to the roof, Homelander had taken Amrita outside before grabbing her and flying up to the roof. Amrita was shivering from the cold outside as they landed on the roof. There wasn't much space to sit without taking a off, but she did not care.

Once Homelander took a seat on the very edge he pats the spot next to him. Amrita took her seat as her breath came out in smoke. The cold chilling her body and making it more apparent she wasn't wearing a bra under her coat. So like the gentleman he is, he took his cape off and wrapped it around her shoulders. She pulled it tight as her teeth chattered. She looked out at the city and realized just how beautiful it was. Even as she had looked out at the lights before, it could not compare at this height.

"From the atmosphere it looks better, but I wouldn't want to freeze you."

"Another time."

The two sat in silence as they looked out at the city. It was nice to not be among all the liars and shareholders. This was somewhere comfortable for them both. Then the silence was interrupted by Homelander.

"Did your parents disapprove of your clothes when you were younger?" His question was completely out of nowhere to Amrita till he explains. "The tone I took and the way your body language changed gave it away."

He had caught her in a spot of vulnerability. She was comfortable and had been embarrassed earlier.

Amrita had to sigh as she knew this was going to take a while to explain. "My parents were always...let's say disappointed. From what I heard, my mother has postpartum depression after I was in the ICU when I was only a year old. She began to neglect me and even told me about how her life would be happier without me. With the depression my father started to smoke. He would put his cigarettes out on me and because of my ability it healed the burns away. They would harm me to make me feel the pain I had brought them, but no physical scars were left behind. So there was no way of escaping." She paused looking at the line of cars moving slowly with traffic.

"Then one day I stepped out in front of a semi." She admitted making Homelander look at her thinking she was joking. Though Amrita had no expression other than desperation. "I wanted to die so badly, I wanted the pain to go away...but I survived. Every bone crushed and for a split second I thought just maybe I died. But I woke up under surveillance. Apparently having a pulse while under the tires of a semi was a miracle."

"A semi, you really are a piece of work."

Ignoring the comment Amrita continues. "I tried ending my life multiple different ways. The pain grew numb till I was admitted to an asylum. My parents didn't care till they had to pay for the bills. Then Vought came and offered to buy me off of them. Since I was mentally not stable my rights were signed over to them. Then you know the rest."

Amrita looked to Homelander who seemed to only hear from that whole thing that she threw herself in front of a semi. Though his next words surprised her.

"At least you aren't alone. I understand that pain." It was like Amrita was hit by that semi again.

The impact of his words shaking her ribcage before shattering it. Her body feels like a hot liquid before spilling into her feet. It was like being washed over by relief and understanding. So far no one has been able to relate to her or even cure her of such a fake personality. This one man who practically tortured her to see her limits was meeting her level.

"You are the first person to tell me that...thanks."

"Anytime, you are important to me after all. Without you I wouldn't have an outlet for the every day frustrations." He put on that camera ready smiling making her smack his arm.

"Look what you did, ruining a beautiful moment." She laughs as he begins to chuckle.

Maybe Homelander wasn't too bad. He seemed like a great friend when you got on the same page with him.

[azusaluvclub]

Hi! I absolutely adore your writing! Every single thing I read on your blog is just *chefs kiss* 😍

I was wondering if you have any particular hcs about Myles Joo and Dongha Baek you're willing to share? 👀 Also Wolf. Always starved for more Wolf content. Only if you feel like it obv ")

hello !!! thank you to both anons for these asks ! i decided to do them both in the same post since it was easier this way lol, hope it's okay- honestly thanks for giving me an excuse to write more myles content (even though yall probably shouldn't allow me this much power), lord knows i needed it :D

anyways, hope you both enjoy !!! this was fun to answer lol

weak hero headcanons; myles, dongha + wolf

myles joo / joo seungjin

⋆ used to be star player on his middle school basketball team ! grew up playing with his big bro and made the team in his first year. was really good at it too. loved being on the court, and winning itself, of course. near the end of his second-year, though, a teammate started a fight with him which resulted in him getting kicked from the team

⋆ still likes to shoot hoops in his free time; it's relaxing for him, honestly. thought about joining the high school team but he didn't have time for it and the union. even though he does now, he still feels like something's holding him back from pursuing it

⋆ not a crazy cat person like teddy, but has a soft spot for the strays in his neighborhood they like him, surprisingly lol. can't leave them food since he lives in an apartment, but carries a few treats in his pocket for ones he sees~ there's a black cat who really likes him that's been around for a year now; secretly wants to keep him, but he can't see it going over well with his dad :,)

⋆ not a headcanon so much as my opinion, but would totallyyy suit an eyebrow piercing (because somebody needs to compete with donald lol). gave himself one in middle school, but it got infected after his face got fucked up in a fight and he had to remove it. thought about redoing it, then realized it wasn't safe to have with all the fights he gets into-

⋆ including the black one he always wears, he has a big snapback + baseball cap collection ! his favorites are displayed proudly on his wall, the rest boxed up in the closet

⋆ his hair looks like that because he cuts it at home. had one too many bad barbershop experiences and now he doesn't trust them, but his own skills are... subpar at best :,)

baek dongha

⋆ dongha is the type of mf who refuses to wear shorts- no matter what. it could be 900° and he will still wear pants, only because he hates how his legs look and feel in shorts. would sleep in them if he wasn't normal lol

⋆ dongha has known seongmok since childhood, even before they became friends. truth be told, dongha was a nasty little kid, so he didn't hang out with a lot of people. but seongmok (who was very quiet even back then !) started following him around one day and dongha, who tried to scare him off at first lol, soon realized he really liked having someone by his side :)

⋆ i know he smokes cigs in canon, but imo he's more of a vaper than anything. def one of those people who has 500 vapes and has to hit one every 2 minutes before suffering withdrawals- only elf bars, only fruity flavors

⋆ got this idea from an ask, but he lives with his grandma and has since middle school ! he's in a weird, defiant time in his life so he's not as close with her as she wants, but she loves him just the same~

⋆ to add onto this, when he isn't at his grandma's, dongha's couch-crashing at seongmok's house- he's a lot closer to his family and they've basically adopted him, lol. it's not that he feels excluded at his grandma's, but she wasn't present for a lot of his life up until moving in with her. so, for now, seongmok's place is his true "home"

⋆ avid video gamer, lol- he likes doing multiplayer ones with seongmok or hitting up the arcade for some Tekken, but he's really into anything. keeps some gacha games on his phone for when class is too boring, but he usually regrets the money he spends on them :,)

wolf keum / keum seongje

⋆ surprisingly smart ! doesn't take school seriously, so much as it comes easy to him? + ganghak isn't an idiot cesspool like some of the other schools, so he didn't get in on connections or money alone- he's not a fan of studying or showing up to all his classes, but he manages to make consistent As and Bs and, if his attendance were any better, he'd be an almost perfect student !

⋆ doesn't have much for hobbies lol. its not like his life revolved around the union, but he's never really stuck with one thing. you could say his hobby is fighting, but i think he used to be a bit of a bookworm~

⋆ loved books about mystery/crime and detective-type novels that he could solve himself; he was a bit of a nerdy kid :,) he still enjoys media of that genre but doesn't read as much as he used to. if anything it benefitted him, since he was able to figure out jared's plan pretty easy

⋆ whether he says it or not, he considers hwangmo a good friend. i imagine they went to elementary school together where social-butterfly hwangmo tried to befriend him, though seongje wasn't too interested lol- didn't even remember hwangmo until he asked seongje about it

⋆ but out of all his lackeys, he's the only one who actually respects him and sticks by his side, and has a brain on his shoulders lol- so seongje respects him, too :) sometimes gives hwangmo extra from their funds like a raise lol, buys him a snack/drink after meetings, or offers him smokes; hwangmo thinks they could be friends someday, once this union stuff blows over

⋆ ik a lot of people subscribe to "homophobic gay wolf" but i honestly think he wouldn't care that much- his sexuality isn't anybody else's business, or something he even cares about. he likes who he likes, though he doesn't really like anyone... :,)

[burpfrog]

Beauty and a Beat | Part 1

Still sleep deprived, still writing. Let’s do this.

CB pranced into the empty dance studio and plopped her duffel bag down in the corner. She’s half an hour early to the workshop but she’s already been waiting anxiously outside for an hour and the security guard have started to taken a notice of her. She stood in front of the floor length mirror and gave herself one last fit check and nodded reassuringly at the reflection. After all she’s made sure to put on the right kind of over sized hoodie and sweatpants (she even got those caps that dancers likes wearing) to make sure she blends right in. “You got this, fake it till you make it,” she said to the reflection, pointing finger guns right back at herself. Hopefully no one saw that.

Someone saw that.

“You got this,” they said reassuringly.

CB turned around, mortified. Upon realising who was standing at the door, she turned a shade of barbie pink. “Kirsten?”

Kirsten chuckled, “Don’t be so nervous love, you must be the newest member to Jam?”

With a deep inhale an exhale, CB bashfully made her way towards the beauty. “Hi hello hi, lovely meeting you! I am the newest member to Jam, I’ve never thought I’d meet you in person but I think I might be here by mistake…” she trailed off. Seeing the slight confusion on Kirstin’s face, CB continued her rambling. “I am not really supposed to be here - I’d love to be here - but I don’t think I’m a dancer dancer.”

“Okay now you’ve lost me, I need more context. You are CB though?” Kirsten remained her graceful and welcoming composure, albeit a little more puzzled as CB continues to word vomit.

She nodded. “Well yes to being new to the team, yes to being CB, yes I am supposed to be here for the Jam Republic team workshop, but no I am not a dancer.” She paused, realised how convoluted she has made this whole situation. “Okay I think I should rewind - I’m technically hired to be a sound producer for JR, but during the hiring process I was asked if I can dance and I said yes. He then asked if I would like to join the dance workshop for team building and I said yes, but I didn’t get a chance to explain that I was an… exotic dancer during my college years.”

“Oh my god this is amazing,” Kirsten bursted out in laughter, “we love a good variety. I’m so glad you’re here. Don’t sweat about it!” The blonde gave CB a firm hug, “once a dancer always a dancer, no shame in stripping. Is that why you’re in those massive heels?”

CB chuckled and followed Kirsten’s gaze to the 8 inch platforms. “Pretty much yeah, they said to bring comfortable dance shoes so I brought Chloe along. It’s the only thing I know how to move in, really.”

“You named them?” Kirsten said amusedly, “At this height you might just be on Bada’s height. She should show up soon, she’ll be thrilled to not be the only giraffe in the room.”

The studio door opened once again, behind which the slender girl with perfectly pin straight fringe walked in. Elevator turtle neck? Bada thought to herself. “Speak of the devil!” Kirsten pranced over, guiding CB towards her. They briefly greeted each other before turning towards CB. “Here’s our newest, CB this is Bada, Bada, CB.”

Bada turned to the newbie, briefly stunned by the heels. How does she move in those?

CB beamed back, taking in the gorgeous face with effortless coolness. Her hair tied up in a messy bun, her streaky fringe a blend of cool grey and black, with her signature cap sitting on top. She then quickly followed her gaze down to the heels. “Hello there! I’ve heard plenty about you - and this would be Chloe. Pleasure meeting you,” CB tried to sound as approchable as possible, knowing her tendency of having a notorious resting bitch face when seeing a stunner.

Bada chuckled at Chloe. “Hi! I think we’ve met but never got the chance to introduce myself,” she said as she remembered the elevator encounter. The girls were right, she is her type. Her split dyed blue and black hair resembling a gothic Cruella, cold eyes with eyeliner sharp enough to kill, and her towering figure had Bada catching herself staring at her jawline. Under those oversized utilitarian hoodie must hide a very choke-able neck, Bada couldn’t help but think. Feeling a flush of redness rising to her cheeks, she quickly looked back down at the leather heels and feign a massive interest in them.

“Right,” CB quickly recalled the encounter, “I was just stopping by the other day to get the studio’s location, Jam Republic have sent me there in hopes that I can find you before they’ve set up the recording studio in Seoul for me. They thought I’d get lonely in a new country all by myself.” The Cruella impersonator chuckled, “but I got all flustered seeing all you ladies there that day and couldn’t bring myself to introduce myself. Sorry about that, I don’t do well in groups.” I don’t do well in front of pretty ladies, CB thought to herself, but managed to swallow that line before she made a fool of herself.

“Don’t be silly, we were actually wondering when did we get another dancer in the studio,” Bada reassured, pleasantly surprised by how warm and fuzzy CB sounds despite her almost mafia-like appearance the other day. “We even have a nickname ready for you in case you’ll be joining BEBE.”

The small group was interrupted as the remaining members of Jam Republic joined the room, ready for the workshop to begin. CB took a seat next to Bada on the oak dance floor, the duo exchanged a smile before turning their attention to Kirsten, who led the first day of workshop. Glad I went along with the misunderstanding, CB thought to herself as she checked out Bada one last time before focusing on the dance training.

The ten hour day went on as each member took a 2 hour slot sharing dance moves and exchanging pro-tips. Four hours in, during Latrice’s turn, Bada can’t help but to stare at CB as she quickly learned Latrice’s skilful footwork in those seemingly impractical shoes, moving like a graceful gazelle. CB noticed her intense eye contact and grinned back, “I doubt I’ll be able to move by the end of today. I’m surprised I even lasted this long with all you pro dancers,” CB whispered, laughing at her own rusty moves. Bada repeated Latrice’s moves alongside, which much better precision and body control, CB’s eyes widen at the demonstration, trying hard to not drool at the sight of her fluent dance grooves.

As soon as the lunch break was announced, CB sprawled onto the floor, panting heavily from the exercise. “I have no idea how you do it,” CB said shakily, “I am so out of shape it’s not even funny.”

Bada laughed at the slump on the ground, “you’re not doing too bad, probably just not your genre. What is your usually dance style anyways?”

CB smirked mischievously as she unzipped her hoodie, “stripping.”

Bada felt her cheeks flushed red as she continued to pulled off the oversized clothing, revealing the singlet underneath. Thank god for the practice, at least I can chalk that one up to Latrice’s full body workout. Before she even had the time to register the stunning body, she was quickly distracted by impressive patchwork tattoo collection CB had covering almost the entirety of her body, from the base of her neck to as far as Bada can see under all the hoodies’s coverage. She fought back the urge to gulp hard but failed.

CB noticed the lingering gaze and decided to tease a little more, winking at the already blushing Bada. What a cutie, she thought to herself, maybe I’ll take a shot.

The workshop continued after the hour long break. CB kept the hoodie off, tossing it to the corner along with the remainder of her belongings. Bada couldn’t stop stealing glances at CB, she’s never realised how fast hours can pass. On the other hand, CB is not cut out for these high intensity dance sessions but refused to be the only one to tap out and embarrass herself, especially when Bada won’t stop looking over at her. I gotta make a good impression, she thought as she gritted her teeth to push the remaining hours; hours felt like days as every inch of her muscles threatened to give out at any given time.

As soon as day one of workshop ended, CB crawled her way towards her bag to reach for a grinder and a pouch. She rolled a joint in record speed and searched for the nearest smoking area. Kirsten caught a glimpse of a pink grinder and squatted down next to CB. “Sharing is caring,” she said half joking, half very much wanting some greens.

CB motioned at her travel sized smoke goodies and inched towards the exit. “Help yourself, I desperately need a smoke after today. I might have to show up tomorrow in crutches.”

As the duo giggled towards the smoking area, Bada wondered where CB vanished to, determined to make more conversations the next day.

“I didn’t know you smoke,” Kirsten asked as she took a draw.

“I was a stripper in Melbourne, or course I smoke.” CB responded. “Just glad the workshop is here and not Korea, I don’t think I’ll have enough ouid pen to last me through this. There is some really cute girls to keep me motivated though, I’ll have to say.”

Kirsten laughed, clicking her tongue. “Bada? She really is the infamous heartthrob isn’t she.”

CB nodded, taking another deep long draw. “Caught her looking my way a few times, you reckon I have a chance?”

“I think so, pretty sure Redy is out of the picture…” Kirsten trailed off, enjoying the company. “Careful with that one, she’s can be a real womaniser,” Kirsten said jokingly, her tone laced with a hint of warning.”

CB’s eyes flickered under the street lights, “I do like a challenge.”

Aight guys I am very sorry for the inconsistencies in writing, it has been so long since I last birthed a fic and I am behind rusty. Thanks to my brilliant ~depression~ I really can’t decide between fluff or angst (I have the tendency to lean towards sabotaging relationships whenever my mother is in town to visit, I wonder why…), so I’ll probably be writing some hard-to-get long burns for the time being? If you have a preference feel free to let me know~ Anyhoo thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far ^_^

[practically-an-x-man]

What do your OCs and their partners wear to bed?

Ooh, good question! Fair warning, there are probably going to be some repeat answers because... well, there's really not that many types of pajamas lol

Rae and Warren (Worthington): Rae will typically sleep in a camisole and pajama shorts. Warren usually just sleeps in boxers, sometimes in sweatpants or pajama pants if it's particularly cold (he never sleeps in a shirt though, they tend to get tangled up in his wings)

Robin and Peter (Maximoff): Robin will steal one of Peter's band tees and use it as a nightshirt. He probably has a few sets of standard men's pajamas - normally he'd wear less, but he's had more than a few bad experiences with emergencies at the mansion, trying to get dressed too fast when he's still half-asleep, and hurting himself.

Madison and Alex: Madison doesn't have any particular patterns. Her clothing is really just a random assortment of things, and that includes her pajamas. Usually this culminates in oversized hoodies, worn-out fleece pants, whatever's warm and fuzzy since she's perpetually chilly. Alex is pretty much the opposite, since he's perpetually warm: he'd sleep in the nude if he could, but that's a bit risky in the X-Mansion so he's usually got something on the bottom in case of any sudden starts.

Jasper and Kyle: For Jasper, a standard and fairly androgynous pajama set, sometimes a hoodie over it if it's cold. For Kyle, about the same. They both share dorm rooms with roommates, so full pajamas are just a courtesy. Nobody wants that wake-up call, lol

Ophelia and Peter (Parker): Ophelia's a wild card. If she actually goes to bed at a semi-normal hour, she's got a few nightgowns and things in rotation. But just as often, she works too hard, crashes, and ends up sleeping fully-clothed on accident. Peter's probably a t-shirt and flannel pants guy (and then gets too warm in the middle of the night and kicks away all the covers, much to Olly's chagrin)

Quinn and Billy: T-shirt and sweatpants (or something along that line, comfy but easy) for both of them. Money's tight, not to mention packing space on missions, why would they bother buying separate sets of pajamas when normal clothes work just fine? Plus, in case of emergency, they don't have to waste any time getting changed before they can get moving.

Kestrel and Warren (Burgess): On one of their many excursions across the globe, they both discovered bamboo pajama sets and have never gone back. They're lightweight and breathable, they're silky (but way cheaper than silk), they're durable enough to last, and they don't have any weird rubbing or chafing issues with the bedsheets. Though sometimes, if they're out on a mission and utterly exhausted, the best they can do is just run a quick shower and fall asleep in their underwear

Katherine and Ahk: Katherine got a set of silk pajamas from a relative one year and loves them to death. She also has a satin pillowcase or a hair cap to protect her hair. No answer for Ahk since he doesn't really sleep, just changes into his wrappings before sunrise in case anyone decides to open his sarcophagus during the day.

[totentnz]

soft OTP: #5 for silverv?

Soft Ship Prompts

5. Write about a casual kiss between your ship. aka i decide to plague you with 400 words describing what v looks like

johnny had managed to talk v into taking the NCART today, she barely got any sleep last night and he wasn't gonna let her drive, they needed to be alive if they wanted to do that gig for el clowno later.

she was occupying two seats at once with the way she was sitting, her legs spread and arms on the backrest. he wanted to comment on how she should stop manspreading but he was too busy admiring her. she was so unapologetically comfortable in this public space and he enjoyed witnessing it.

the music blasting from her earplugs made the scene even better: sex pistols. he remembered the first time he heard his british counterpart from the stereo in her car: they were out in the badlands as few days after he woke up in her body, he could barely believe what he was hearing, after all that band was older than he was and there was no way she even knew about them. these days however it made perfect sense: if anyone was gonna listen to classic punk-rock, it was her. she had good taste in music, sometimes, and he was more than happy to fill the gaps.

she was wearing the replica samurai jacket, johnny knew she would have burned it in that damn trunk if it wasn't his. underneath it was a crop top - it used to be full sized "I ♡ NC" shirt but she cut off the collar and lower half. v had an aversion to wearing bras so her pierced nipples were visible through the fabric. he caught himself staring for a little too long so so he moved his gaze downward, to her midriff.

he wondered why she didn't have her bellybutton pierced as well, considering the amount of metal that adorned every other part of her body. she did have a tattoo on her hipbone though: a millitech m-10af lexington, it was placed there to make it look like it was stuck into her pants, it would look better if it was his malorian though, maybe he was gonna get her another present on the other side of her hip.

her pants were perhaps the best part of the getup - cargo-pants with pockets that seemed to be bottomless, stuffed with everything she needed to roll her own cigarettes and other less important things like keys and chapstick. she had sewn the pockets on herself along with multiple patches - much to his delight there was a samurai one there as well and it has been there since before he showed up. safety pins, metal studs and even nicola tabs were attached to the flaps and seams all over. of course the pants had holes, conveniently placed at her knees where the star tattoos peeked through. she was also wearing her usual big black combat boots with steel caps. johnny could tell from this outfit she didn't intend to handle this gig on the low, which he appreciated; he was itching for a good fight.

all of this fit her so well, he remembered the night he woke up in her head, she was wearing what was left of that stupid suit and he assumed that was her choice in clothes - he was glad to be proven wrong. she had character, individuality and good taste - not his type though.

v must've caught him staring as she was giving him a look now. he was sitting across from her and she was smirking at him with that damn look she always gave him when he caught her staring, which didn't happen often, really.

"why dontcha come over here, hm? get a better look?" she propped up her head on her hand, rubbing a finger over her browbone - shaving off your eyebrows was a weird choice but it looked good on her. "that ain't how it works, dickweed." he retorted but decided to pop up right in front of her anyway, grabbing his balls to provoke her. it never worked and he didn't know why he thought it would this time. she simply took in the sight, giving him a nod of approval.

perhaps it was this reaction that made him follow through with a plan he had been stewing on for some time now, a way to finally throw her off, get the reaction he wanted.

he leaned down and grabbed her face, causing her to lean forward. he could feel their heart quicken in this moment, he grinned and pressed a kiss to her lips, a proper, head tilting kiss. it lasted for longer than he expected, both in the sense that he could feel her lips for longer than a moment and that she didn't pull away from him. quite the opposite, she even slipped her tongue into his mouth. that damned split tongue of hers that always made him wonder what she could do with it. he could feel it glide along its own and it sent a shiver down their spine. eventually it was him who pulled away, looking around to see how the other passengers would say to this weirdo sticking out her tongue like this but people were unphased - this was night city, weirder shit happened every day.

he straightened up and looked down at her, of course she was so damn pleased with herself, lazily leaning back in her seat as she licked her lips.

"guessin' that one didn't go as expected." she said and pulled one earbud out. "underestimated how much of a freak ya are." he said and sat down next to her, resting his metal arm on the backrest behind her. she offered him the earbud, a pointless gesture since he could hear the music the whole time but he accepted anyway. "takes one to know one." she turned her head to him. "yeah now imagine if i had a body o' my own." he replied, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously. "i do. every day. have been this whole ride in fact."

[waywardxrhea]

Part Twenty-Nine: Something to Believe In

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

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Word count: 3.3k

Oh everyone's favorite fic trope is in this one.

Once the jet lands, Emma and Steve start the mile trek to the motel. When the building comes into their sight, Emma turns to Steve and asks, "Can I assume I'm gonna be checking us in?"

Steve chuckles and nods, replying, "I think it's in both of our best interests if you did." He takes off his jacket and puts it around her shoulders and hands her his cap. "Here, wear these. If you grew up here they might recognize you without it."

"Thank you," Emma says and tries to hide the blush on her cheeks with the brim of the hat. Steve hands her a handful of cash to book the room with and Emma makes her way to the lobby to check in. Once she gets the key, Emma signals Steve to follow her to their room on the far end of the motel building.

Once Steve gets to the door with Emma, she awkwardly tells him, "Hey, so uh...I will warn you, this was the last available room and the clerk said it only has one bed. If it would make you more comfortable I can sleep in the chair if there is one, and yeah, I just thought I should tell you before we get in and, you know...only one bed..."

"Emma, I would never let a lady sleep in the chair. For now, let's just worry about getting settled in and we can figure out the rest later, it'll all be okay," Steve tells her, sensing her nervousness.

Emma nods as she fidgets with the ring on her thumb. "Okay, again, I'm sorry, it was just the only option and-"

Steve chuckles at how cute Emma's awkwardness at the situation is and he reassures her, "It's okay, Em."

As they get into the room, Emma shudders as she looks around. Steve notices and asks, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, these types of motels just give me the creeps..." she trails off. "I've watched too many horror movies."

"Well as long as I'm here, nothing will hurt you. Okay?"

Emma sends him a grateful smile as she takes a seat on the bed and asks, "So...I guess I should ask. How are you after everything that went down?"

"I've definitely been better," Steve replies as he sits in the chair nearby. "This week has been one of the craziest ones in my life and I used to be a skinny kid from Brooklyn who got turned into a super-soldier."

"Just a day in the life of Captain America," Emma replies with a quiet laugh.

"I think I'll just go by Captain Rogers for a while," he tells her sheepishly.

"Sir yes sir," Emma tells him with a two-finger salute. She gathers the courage to ask the question that's been bugging her since she saw the news, finally blurting out, "So...what exactly happened with...with Bucky?"

"I don't know how much of the news you saw while in Wakanda, but the man who orchestrated all of this, Zemo is his name, set up Buck as if he was the one who did the bombing. All he wanted was to unleash the Winter Soldier on the world and to tear the Avengers apart." Steve pauses and runs his hand through his hair before adding, "His plan seems to have worked pretty well considering where we are..."

Emma nods, taking in the information before asking, "So then Bucky is in Wakanda right now?"

"Yeah, they're going to see if Shuri can get those trigger words out of his head so he can't become the Winter Soldier anymore."

"I gotcha," Emma replies quietly with a nod.

Steve looks out the window and sees the sun setting and tells Emma, "I know you probably don't want to talk about all of that though. How about we both try and get some sleep for the night and then we can come up with a plan in the morning?"

"Sounds good," Emma replies with a yawn. She takes the small bag Shuri gave her with some clothes to the bathroom and changes into the pj's from Wakanda.

When Emma reemerges, Steve smiles and compliments her, saying, "That color looks nice on you." Emma can't help the smile that makes its way onto her lips as she shyly thanks Steve. She turns her back to him for a second and he notices the dark bruising on her back and blurts out, "God, Em, are you okay?"

"Huh?" Emma asks, turning back around.

"Those bruises, they're really bad," he tells her softly.

"I guess that's just what happens when you get blasted into those mahogany meeting desks," Emma tries to joke, forcing a quiet laugh at the end of her sentence. As she sits on the edge of the bed, she sighs and admits to Steve, "When I was in the lab with Shuri in Wakanda, I might have snuck a look at the file the healers had on me. My injuries were a lot worse than she originally told me. Turns out that along with a shattered tibia and fibula, I also had some cracks in my ribs and spine due to the impact. I..." Emma can't finish her sentence because of the emotion growing in her chest. There had been such a real chance of her death and it scared her. She sighs and puts her hand over the semicolon tattoo on the back of her neck, finishing with, "Ironically, the crack in my spine was right where my tattoo is..." With that statement, the tears finally start to fall.

Steve's heart breaks at her words and he gets out of the chair to sit beside Emma on the bed. He gently puts an arm around her and pulls her close to him. "Hey, it's okay," he whispers. "Try not to think about the what-if of it all. What matters is that you're here now and that you're okay. I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"Thank you," Emma whispers as she leans her head on Steve's shoulder, letting her tears fall.

The two sit there together enjoying being this close to one another, but neither says a word about their feelings for each other, the events of the last week outweighing that fact. When Emma stops her tears, Steve gently pulls her a bit closer, asking, "Feel better?"

"Yeah," she replies with a small smile.

"We should try and get some sleep. It's been a long day," he tells her as he takes his arm away from her and stands up to go change into a shirt and sweats for the night.

As Steve changes, Emma gathers enough courage to tell him, "Hey, that chair doesn't look too comfortable for the night. We can share the bed if you're okay with that."

Steve's heart skips a beat at the offer but he quickly gains his composure and tells her, "As long as you would be okay with it."

"I would be," Emma replies quietly.

Steve nods and heads to the other side of the bed. Not wanting to push any boundaries too far, he takes his second pillow and asks Emma, "Here, would you want this for your back? Those bruises won't feel great on this mattress."

"That would be nice, thank you," Emma replies.

"Of course," Steve tells her as he gently puts the pillow behind her back as she lays down. As they both try to relax into the covers, Steve tells Emma, "Try and get some rest, it's been a long week."

"No kidding," Emma replies with a small laugh. "Goodnight, Steve," she tells him as she tries to stop her mind from racing with thoughts of the week's events plus grappling with the fact that she is so close to Steve.

After a sleepless night, Emma and Steve get up to stake out Emma's family property. While they walk the long journey there, Steve asks Emma, "So what's the property like?"

"Oh it's beautiful! Two-story log cabin, lots of surrounding land with trails to explore, streams, a lake right by the cabin, plenty of space," she details to him.

"Sounds amazing," Steve tells her. "You said that's the place you rent out to people?"

"Yeah," she replies. "I'm gonna have to find a way to take it off of the sites or put up a message that it won't be available to rent though if we're gonna be staying there for a while. I'm sure SAM can handle it. Put up a message saying that the lodge is undergoing some repairs and all."

Steve nods as they pick their way over a stream. He offers his hand to Emma to keep her balance after he almost slips on a rock, not wanting her to do the same. "Such a gentleman," Emma says with a smile.

"I try my hardest," Steve replies as they get back onto solid ground.

Although he wants to keep holding Emma's hand, he lets go as they continue their walk. That morning Steve woke up with Emma cuddled up to him, but he got out of bed before she woke up so he isn't sure she was aware of what happened. It's been on his mind all morning though and he smiles at the memory of it.

After a mile more of small talk, Emma says, "So, I gotta know...what exactly is the plan here?"

Steve sighs as he responds with, "Well I have to somehow get Sam and them out of that prison first and foremost. That'll be the hardest part. Then...then after that, I don't know honestly..."

"That's a first, Captain Steve Rogers not having a plan," Emma teases with a smile.

"There isn't too much to plan I guess. After I get them out we just need to stay off the radar for a while, maybe do some research into how we can get out of trouble with the government."

"Well whatever happens, at least we'll have the lodge and each other. That's what matters."

"That's right," he tells her with a smile.

"Before we do that though I need to at least send a letter or something to Maria. Tell her I'm not dead ya know..."

"I was thinking of sending something to Tony too actually. Probably a letter and a burner phone if he ever needs to contact me. We may not be seeing eye to eye right now, but I won't leave him high and dry if he needs help."

"You're a good man, Steve, I hope you know," Emma tells him.

Steve smiles and replies, "That's what the doctor told me way back in the '40s. I just hope I've lived up to everything he knew I could be."

"You have and then some," Emma assures him.

After a little while, the pair finally reach the property. They stay hidden in the woods for a while, looking around the property to make sure no one was there. After ensuring that the coast is clear, Emma starts to make her way out of the woods and to the garage.

Steve grabs her arm and asks, "What are you doing? We need to stake this place out for a few days before we go in."

"We need the truck. I'm no super soldier, I can't walk twenty miles a day just to stake this place out," Emma tells him.

Steve gives one more look around and nods, "Fine, but if I see one sign of anything suspicious, we're getting out of here, okay?"

"Got it," she replies as she makes her way down the small hill and to the garage.

They make their way to the garage and Emma attempts to start up the truck with the keys that were still hanging from the wall after all these years. When it doesn't start, she pops the hood to try and find the problem. From his watch post by the door, Steve looks back, sees Emma working on the truck, and says, "I didn't know you knew how to work on cars."

"There are some things you don't know about me, Rogers," Emma replies, trying to sound mysterious but laughing at the end. "But yeah, working on this hunk of metal was what bonded me with Gramps. When I wasn't writing for the paper or doing class work, I was out here with him fixing it up. It hasn't been driven in a while so I'm not surprised it isn't working..."

"Just tell me if you need any help," Steve tells her.

"Got it," she replies. After a few minutes of working, Emma finds the problem: something was misaligned. She tries to pull it back where it belongs but can't make it budge. "Hey, Steve?"

"Hm?"

"I can't get this part to go back in its spot, can you help?"

"Sure yeah," he replies as he leaves his post to help.

Emma points and tells him where it needs to be. Steve effortlessly moves it back and Emma says to herself, "Damn, I forget how strong you are sometimes." Steve chuckles at the comment and Emma gets flustered when she realizes said that out loud, "Sorry, I just...yeah, sorry..."

Once they get the truck up and running, Emma drives to a nearby store to grab a couple of burner phones, mailing boxes, and letter paper. Steve plans on sending something to Nat as well as Stark and Emma plans on writing to Maria. Back at the motel, they both write their letters, Emma's reading:

Hey Maria, it's Emma. I just thought I would write to you to make sure you know that I'm okay. After the bombing, I was taken somewhere to be healed and they fixed me up pretty well. After all of that, I'm only left with a headache that comes and goes and some bruising. I got really lucky. I know you'll probably want to come looking for me, but I think it's better if you don't. I'm with Steve so I'm safe. You keep up your good work and try not to miss me too much.

Wishing you the best and hoping to see you soon, Emma.

They drop their mail in the box near the end of the road and then get some food before heading back to the motel right as storm clouds start to roll in. After watching the news for a little bit, Emma and Steve play a few card games with the pack they bought at the store to pass the time.

A few hours pass and Steve begins to tire out, getting slower with his gameplay. "Steve, if you want to get to sleep you can," Emma tells him.

"I want to beat you in one more game, Baker," he teases with a smile.

Emma sighs and laughs. "Oh fine." In the last game of the night, Emma lets Steve beat her just so she could see that smile of his at his victory. After packing up the cards, the two get into bed, the pillow between them once more.

Emma tries to fall asleep to the soothing sound of the rain, but every time she almost drifts off, there's a loud crack of thunder that wakes her up and triggers flashes of the bombing in her head. After a few hours of this seemingly endless cycle, Emma decides to give up on sleep and instead tries to mentally plan what they were to do once they got to the lodge. There needed to be a plan to get food, a plan to go out and not be recognized, a plan on who would be staying where in the lodge if they broke their friends out of the Raft...

Emma's thoughts are interrupted though as Steve stirs in his sleep. He wakes and sees Emma staring up at the ceiling. He watches as a clap of thunder hits and makes her jump. "Damn you, Thor..." he hears her mutter.

"Can't sleep?" Steve asks her quietly.

Emma shakes her head and tells him, "The thunder keeps waking me up..." She pauses and then admits, "Every loud noise makes me think there's gonna be another bomb... I thought I was okay, but things keep getting to me and I just feel helpless."

"As long as you're with me, I promise I'll protect you," Steve tells her. He stands up and walks to her side of the bed, grabbing her new earpieces and handing them to her as he helps her sit up on the edge of the bed. "Ask SAM to play some music, it should help you calm down."

Emma nods and says, "SAM, can you please play some of my relaxing music?"

"On it," she replies. Emma gives one of the earpieces to Steve to put on so he can listen too as they play a soft guitar piece.

Steve sits beside Emma on the bed and as the music plays, his mind races between thoughts, tossing ideas around wanting to help Emma out as much as he can. The song changes and the next one starts with a soft piano playing. With his heart racing, Steve stands up and holds out his hand to Emma, asking, "How 'bout a dance?"

Emma smiles and takes his hand. Steve places his hands on Emma's waist as she rests hers on his shoulders. The two sway to the music in silence, just taking in one another, happy to be this close. After a few more seconds of thinking, Steve finally finds the words he wants to say to Emma. "You know...all those years back after I was found on the ice, I didn't ever think my life could get crazier than it already was."

"Tell me about it," Emma replies. "If someone came from the future and told me about all of this, I'd have said they were crazy."

Steve chuckles and continues, "Well through all of this craziness, I'm glad I've had you, Emma. You've always made me feel accepted and welcomed into this fast-paced modern world of ours and I don't think I'll ever be able to express how grateful I am for you." He takes a breath and says, "I just can't help but feel as though our paths were always meant to cross."

Emma can't help the smile on her face as she tries to find the words her brain so desperately wants to shout. Her words fail though, and all she can manage to whisper is, "Steve, I..."

Steve smiles at her flustered state and tells her, "You made this crazy world feel like home. You feel like home to me." He pauses for a second and prepares to dive off the deep end, saying, "The guy that came off the ice didn't think that finding love again was possible, but then I met you and it changed my life. Would you want to be my..." he pauses, trying to find the right words to say. He sighs and changes direction, finally asking, "Would you wanna go steady with me?"

"Steve, I-" Emma tries again, but can't find words to express the overwhelming joy filling her body. So instead of finding the words to say, Emma turns her chin up to kiss Steve.

He meets her halfway and gently cups one of her cheeks in his hand, not wanting the kiss he longed for so long to end. A tear escapes Emma's eye and she pulls away for a second to wipe it away. "Everything okay?" Steve asks her.

"Yeah, I'm just really, really happy right now," Emma tells him with a smile.

Steve leans down to kiss her again and Emma can't help but smile into the kiss. He pulls away and rests his forehead on Emma's, asking, "So can I take that as a yes?"

Emma manages to stutter out, "Y-yes! Absolutely, 100% yes."

"Then that makes me the happiest man on earth," Steve replies as they both meet each other's lips once more. The pair relax into one another's arms as they continue to dance to the music and listen to the rain fall outside.

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[ladamedemartel]

♣ + Tristora

send me ♣ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

who is the better dancer? Probably Aurora, but I think that's more a matter of women generally having more social acceptance to do more interesting moves.

who likes the outdoors more and who likes the indoors more? Aurora likes outside more than Tristan does, but I think they're both inside people (though Aurora claims to be an outside person)

who’s a cat person and who’s a dog person? They are both cat people (which breaks my heart because I am a dog person)

who’s more social? Tristan has more long term deep connections but Aurora is perceived as being more friendly

who makes the bed every morning? a maid

who likes to keep the house cold and who likes to keep the house warm? Tristan keeps the house warmer than he would personally like because he would set himself on fire to ensure that Aurora didn't feel a chill

who takes longer getting ready? Aurora, but that's because she has to decide what insane outfit she wants to wear that day

who likes scary movies and who likes funny ones? I don't think either of them have ever found any movie to actually be scary. That being said, I think it scared Tristan to learn that Aurora had seen the Exorcist.

who screams when they see a bug and who ends up killing it? Aurora can kill her own bugs, thank you very much. But, depending on the type of bug, she may let Tristan know about it because there shouldn't be bugs in the house in this century

who is more technology challenged? Neither of them. They're good at adapting. That said, I think Tristan learns things first because he has more reason to do more with computers whereas Aurora would never, for example, really have a need to know how to rotate a PDF.

who would be more likely to burn something in the oven? Aurora doesn't burn things in the oven. She burns the house down around the oven.

who talks in their sleep? Aurora, but not often

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? Aurora and it's one of the reasons they have separate bathrooms

who likes getting dressed up more? Aurora

who’s better at tying ties? Tristan but Aurora insists that she's better at it.

who recorded the answering machine message on the house phone? I was initially tempted to say Tristan, but then it occurred to me that it would be more likely that Tristan would ask Aurora to record the greeting and they'd have a fun afternoon doing that

who’s better at planning romantic things? Tristan.

who takes up more space in the closet? Tristan's handkerchief collection as gifted by Aurora

who has more of a sweet tooth? Aurora

who drinks more often? they're French

who is most likely to laugh during a serious situation? depends on the type of serious situation. I'll say that Tristan is better at being serious than Aurora is, but Tristan is also as likely as she is to laugh at someone trying to threaten or intimidate him

[gutsposting]

The Coven in the Woods, Pt. 2

“Must've been one Hell of a dream…” Patrick O’hallerans’ voice was run ragged from the constant chain smoking he managed to keep up during their six hour ride. Not one second was spent without a lit one hanging from his mouth. His passenger had fallen asleep in his seat about ten minutes after the car had started. Patrick expected Gordon to start his deranged sleep talking as soon as they hit the highway, he could have set his watch to it.

“How close are we?” Gordon eventually managed to speak, rubbing his eyes and hoping that they were far enough away that he could get some more rest. Blinking away the tears from yawning, he took a moment to admire the sunrise. Instead of the typical baby blue, the sky this morning was a blend of oranges and purples.

“Ten minutes, maybe less… We definitely missed it, though.” Pat never kept his eyes on the road. He was trying to meet Gordons’ eye rather than focusing on the winding, run-down path walled by ancient pines. 

“Okay…” Just as he shut his eyes again, his driver hollered. First he violently jerked the wheel to the right, and then abruptly left so hard that Gordons’ head smacked against the window. “Hey! Pay attention to what you’re doing! Are you drunk already?” Gordon obnoxiously sniffed in his direction. “I can never tell… You always stink.” 

Pat ignored him, and kept his eyes on the road. “Only one cop car. We missed the whole show.”

“It’s fine. You said you have a contact?”

“Yeah, if I can find him.” Pat pulled up next to the car, and the two saw the man leaning on a tree. “Want me to do the talking?” Their eyes met for a moment. Gordon still thought he was drunk, but as far as he knew the cops in this town were all drinking this early too. 

“That’ll probably make it easier…” People who looked like Pat always had an easier time, especially around here, than people who looked like Gordon. “Just don’t be… Crazy”

Pat nodded, raising his eyebrow. “Crazy?” He smiled, “We’ll show him crazy.”

Gordon let Pat get out of the car first, and lit his first cigarette as he watched his partner walk up to the cop. It seemed to be going well, so he got out of the car too. The big cop immediately met him with a nasty stare.

“Who’s your friend, there?” A distinct Brooklyn accent spat out the words. ‘In a place like this?’ Gordon thought to himself. The cop was even wearing the type of cap that an officer from the city would be wearing, lacking the round wide-brimmed hat that Southern cops were typically seen in. 

“He’s my assistant… We served together, in the war you know? Well, not together, but… Well, anyways, where are the park rangers, son?”

“They was the first to leave.” He said, never taking his eyes off of Gordon. “We handled everything already.”

“What did you find?”

“Three bodies…” He drug into the ground with the tip of his shoe. “They probably got drunk… Started a fire that got too crazy. We have it all under control.”

“Can we go take a look?” Godrons’ deep voice seemed to boom loud enough that the birds hiding in the pines scattered as he spoke. 

The cop frowned. “What do I care? I’m done here.” He took his time to make his way back to his car, his eyes darting from Gordon to Pat, and then back again. Gordon ignored him, walking up to Pat and leading him up the hill.

“They left the car…” A brand-new Mercedes was sitting, the passenger door still wide open, off to the side of the road.

Gordon scoffed. “Something I’ve been seeing more of these days… They leave stuff lyin’ around so they can come pick it up later. No one makes a report on anything, and they just come by later to pick it all clean.” Patrick eventually began to take the lead, looking upwards in the trees. “Do you… Feel anything?”

“No… But I think I hear it.” He felt for the medallion hanging at his collarbone. “I doubt that they were able to finish.” Gordon loved the geography of West Virginia, but wished he could depopulate it of all the people who lived there.

The changing of the seasons reminded him of all the beautiful things his mother would tell him about God. It was like his hand had come down from heaven, and painted every leaf by hand so they could be maximally pleasant to the eyes of his favorite creation. 

However the people who lived here had never shown him anything except for scorn. Patrick had dragged him here after the war. ‘Fertile ground’ he had insisted. From the perspective of their fledgling business, it certainly was. Yet he found nothing to spend his money on except for run-down bars and dingy diners.

“Looks like they really stopped giving a shit today…” Pat mumbled. “Look here.” The footprints had all been muddled together. Perhaps a dozen officers had walked over one another's' tracks, had completely ruined the evidence left by whoever was the first to arrive, and had left paper coffee cups and cigarette butts strewn about. Patrick walked in circles, eyes locked onto the ground, around and around, looking for the original track or simply scrutinizing the sloppiness of the local police.

Gordon opened the door to the Mercedes, and began to search for any identification. Hardly anything had been left in or on the car except for the license plate. The drivers’ side tire had popped, and when he opened up the glovebox he found absolutely nothing. A small center console was also empty. He checked the trunk, even the engine compartment. No registration, insurance, owners manual or any piece of paper anywhere at all. 

He walked away from the car. Pat had wandered off, the cop finally drove away. Gordon looked around one last time, he tried to catch his breath. It was impossible. He couldn’t quite make it there, all the way to filling up his lungs to a satisfactory state. It was never enough, even when he was standing still. He found himself, for almost two minutes, standing completely still and staring off into space.  

[remisummerglow]

Airplane Crush (Prologue)

Isabel opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep for the best part of an hour, the drowsiness catching her indicating that her flight anxiety medication was working properly. Once she looked outside the window she was surprised to see how the landscape had transformed. No longer the plane was surveying the lush outlands of the Micro Province; the area they were flying over now displayed completely different proportions.

“Luke, look!” she called to her husband.

The young man held her hand and smiled. The woman couldn't help but stare, her mouth agape, at the gigantic landscape over which they seemed to progress so slowly. It created cognitive dissonance, as it seemed to her that they were flying at just a few dozen feet height, while in reality, they were at the peak height of the plane's trajectory.

“Right,” he said, amusedly. “This is your first time flying over Gigantha.”

“Uh-huh.” She turned over her husband. “And I really don’t like it. I wish we only passed through over Micro lands, even if that meant the flight was longer.”

She was shocked to peek outside the window to see the balcony of a five-story building. She saw a young woman smoking, leaning on the railings. The cigarette she was holding had to be as long as half their whole airplane. When she puffed out the smoke, it reminded her of a volcano eruption.

“Relax,” he said. “They know what they’re doing. I’ve been on these flights more times than I can count.”

“I can’t help but think we’re going to crash into one of these buildings,” she said.

He laughed. “It’s normal, I guess. You’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t think so,” she murmured, looking out concernedly. “I just wish we’d get out of here soon.”

He looked at his watch. “Well we still have four hours before landing, and I guess about a couple will have to be in Gigantha.”

She groaned. He laughed and put his arm around her waist.

“Luke?” she asked. “What’s with this noise?”

He sighed. “Sweetie, you’re just being paran...”

That’s when all hell broke loose, and their dream voyage instantly turned into a nightmare.

*

Rose was lying still on the long chair, soaking up the sweltering August sun on her tan slim body. She was enjoying a few lazy days of holiday at her vacation home before going back to the busy life of modeling. An opened book and a half–drunk cocktail were abandoned on the table beside her; she had placed her baseball cap over her face, closed her eyes, and stretched her legs out.

She was the type of woman who would get checked out anywhere she'd go, but she believed to be in the privacy of her home, where no indiscreet looks could bother her. She had no idea how many sets of eyes were glued to her body at that moment. Dozens of passengers from the micro plane were looking down at the sight of the statuesque, dazzling feminine body that seemed to expand for the length of a small town.

The majestic view kept the passengers holding their breath and was even capable of distracting the pilot, who was doing his best to find a suitable emergency landing spot. He wanted to avoid to land on the floor, to minimize the risk of the plane being stepped on, so he was hoping to land on the small table next to Rose’s chair.

Gabby was standing in the middle of the pool when she noticed it. She saw the tiny object gliding right over Rose, just half a meter over her friend’s head. She raised her sunglasses to take a better look. It really looked like a tiny plane was floating inside her friend’s courtyard. “Bizarre," she thought, as she walked toward the side of the pool to get a closer look.

From the tiny people’s point of view, Rose looked like she was sleeping, though they couldn’t tell for sure as she was wearing sunglasses. Her body was perfectly still, and her tight figure displayed an excellent level of fitness. Her pearly white bikini contrasted with the darker color of her tanned skin, and her large round tits, which looked like mountains on their own, were only partially covered by the triangular shape of her bra and chunks of her long dark blonde hair.

“We’re going to land in that woman’s house?” Isabel wondered. “Is she even going to notice us?”

“Babe, she looks like a nice girl. I’m sure she’ll help us once she discovers us,” said Luke.

“I’m sure she looks nice to you, huh?” dryly responded Isabel.

“C’mon sweetie, this is not the moment for jeal...”

Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden and unexpected collision. Rose had swung her arm to place her hand in front of her mouth as she was about to lazily yawn.

As she raised her arm, the trajectory of its swing hit the little plane. She only barely touched it with the side of her little finger, but the blow and the air displacement troubled the pilot, who was forced to rethink his landing strategy. Having lost some altitude from the consequences of the impact, landing on the table was now impossible. The pilot was forced to descend into the pool, hoping to land safely in the middle of the body of water.

Gabby could see the plane heading towards her. She was now on the pool steps, her feet the only part of her body still underwater. The minuscule plane stopped its flight in front of the giant woman, landing in the water right between the twin towers of her legs. The blonde bent down so she could grab it.

The passengers screamed as the gigantic blonde lifted the plane in the air at a speed that they could barely sustain. Many were injured as they were thrown to a height of over 2000 feet in the space of a second. Gabby held the plane in front of her eyes, holding it between her index and thumb’s fingertips. The white object was about five inches in length and looked exactly like a miniaturized commercial aircraft. "Rose? Look at this,” she called to her friend.

“Are- Isabel, are you ok?”

“I think so”, said the woman in a shaken voice. Despite the drastic changes in pressure and the impact the plane had just survived, the passengers seemed to be alright.

“I’m not sure what happened but…”

Screams erupted again as the plane was subjected to another swift change in pressure. People turned to the windows and recognized one of the giantesses from before looking in their direction.

“She’s seen us!” said Luke.

“She’s going to help us now, right?” Isabelle cried.

Gabby was impressed. The plane looked so realistic. From the engines to the wings to a set of itty bitty windows, everything looked like a perfect scale reproduction of a real plane. The company logo, written in minuscule letters, said "MicPro Air”. She had never heard that name, but in her mind it made sense a toy wouldn’t use the name of an actual company.

Leaving the empty glass on the table where the plane was supposed to land, Rose got up from her long chair and walked towards the pool. She looked at her friend holding the little plane and sent her a confused look.

“It flew inside the yard, I saw it gliding over you, then it landed on the pool,” Gabby explained.

“Must be some kid's toy," Rose hypothesized.

“It looks very realistic for a kid’s toy,” Gabby said.

Rose shrugged. “We’re in a pretty wealthy neighborhood,” she explained. “Makes sense that they would have an expensive version.”

“What if it’s a drone? Maybe from some creep trying to spy on us?” Gabby asked.

“Could be,” said Rose. “Or some paparazzi.”

“Or some stalker obsessed with you,” chuckled Gabby.

“Why me? It could be you the stalker’s obsessed with,” Rose rebutted.

“You’re way more famous,” Gabby quipped.

“Maybe he’s a niche stalker,” joked Rose. “Or maybe he’s really into those monsters of yours,” she said. Gabby giggled. Her body was all around exceptional: she was a tall, slim woman, but her most famous features were definitely her gravity-defying tits, currently being sustained by an overworked bikini top.

“Well, hiii, Mr. Stalker,” Gabby waved at the plane, smiling at it as if it really carried a camera.

“Wait, look at the text on the side,” said Rose. “MicPro Air?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Maybe it’s the brand of the toy.”

“I’ll look it up,” Rose said as she grabbed her phone.

As the woman ran the name through the search engine, Gabby saw a serious look develop in her eyes. “What did you find out? It’s a stalking device after all?” she anxiously asked.

“Gabby, it says here it’s an actual air company,” said Rose, adjusting the baseball cap on her head.

"Okay…? Then does that mean it’s a reproduction?”

“Nope, I don’t think so,” Rose explained. “Their planes are meant to be this size.”

Gabby chuckled. “Huh? And what’s the point of an airplane that small?”

“The same as every airplane!” Rose revealed. “It’s an airplane from the Micro Province!”

Gabby opened her mouth in surprise. “Oh! MicPro… Micro Province… figures!” She looked as if she remembered something. “Wait, I read the news on the phone once!” she recalled, “They had found an agreement to let their planes fly in our skies!”

“So,” Rose said, intently watching the plane in Gabby’s hand “this may be an actual plane full of real microscopic people?”

Gabby’s eyes widened. “You really think…”

“Let’s go inside,” Rose said. “I have some magnifying lenses we can use.”

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

hi, im hoping your requests are still open😖🤞 i was wondering if you do more fluff mikey headcanons with a GN! Reader.

They are, don't worry! I'd be happy to write more of these~

More fluff with Mikey!

Let's talk about dates and what kind of dates he would enjoy!

I definitely see Mikey as the type to like thrilling dates to like, a fair, carnival, or an amusement park

You take turns winning each other prizes or a bunch of tickets to get the biggest prize. Winning him a soft plushie that reminds you of him and from that day on the stuffed toy lives on his bed. He cuddles it close to his chest whenever he misses you 🥺

Mikey loves carnival food too. Especially the sweet foods like cotton candy, funnel cakes, candy apples, etc

I can also see him enjoying beach or pool dates. He will splash you though...and then you'll splash him back until you're having an all out water war

Mikey also refuses to wear sunscreen and he gets burnt pretty quickly. The day after you get back from the beach/pool dates he's whining about how his nose and shoulders hurt, the areas of skin red and hot to the touch. You end up applying aloe gel on his skin several times throughout the day 😓

He reeeeaalllyy enjoys cuddles, usually preferring to be the little spoon. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him for a second and inhaling his comforting scent, and Mikey swears it's what heaven must feel like

Mikey really appreciates when you carry him out of restaurants when he falls asleep after a meal. If he's still asleep by the time you reach your home, you usually lay him down onto the couch and cover him with a light blanket, letting him get a little beauty sleep

There's a shelf in his house/your shared house lined with little trinkets and gifts that you've given him over the years. Some things on the shelf include: Tiny dried flowers, a ring, a friendship bracelet, the bottle caps from your first shared soda, a couple rocks and crystals you picked up that you thought he might like, and a stick figure doodle of him that you drew one day

If you celebrate Christmas, Mikey will want to spend the holiday with you. Probably asking you to go for a ride with him even if it's freezing outside

A couple of frozen hands and a frozen nose is worth it though. You know how depressing this time of the year can be for Mikey, so you try to be there for him as much as you can

If you celebrate Halloween, he will 100% want to wear matching costumes. He'll probably drag you to a Halloween party with his friends and show you off, especially if you're wearing something he finds sexy

He's not opposed to wearing a sexy costume himself either, but it would be for your eyes only 👀

Honestly Mikey would love it if you dressed him up in general. Whether you put him in some of your clothes or go out and buy him something cute, he just wants for you to doll him up

This includes pairing some accessories with his outfit and maybe even doing his nails for him, if you're willing? 👀

I mean...it does give him an excuse to hold your hands as you paint his nails soooo. You should totally do that