Michael with a Vast S/O

He loves the thought of tricking people into thinking the world is way larger than it is. He loves the thought of tricking people, really. He loves the thought of you tricking people. The thought of you… 

Well. You know what he thinks of you. He tells you every single chance.

He thinks of intertwining fear. Clouds weaving in and out of each other in patterns nature cannot make, the ocean pulling in different directions and shifting hues. Your hand in his. Your arms entangled. Your lips on his. You dancing through his unending halls, they seem wider than they did before.

You took him to the Vast once. The unending sky over an unbroken ocean. The sun shining brightly with the rest of the stars still visible, clouds beckoning ever below. Michael never thought you were more beautiful in any other moment than this, with the wind cradling you and your eyes bright with the joy of home. 

Thank you so much!!!!!!

Bautista: Warm, solid, and all-enveloping. Makes you feel like you’re wrapped in a comfortable blanket, and they smell nice to boot. By far the best hugger.

Trace: Sort of pokey since they’re skin and bones. Likes nuzzling the space between your neck and shoulder.

Devin: Second best hugger. They’re very soft and warm and they smell like pancakes or home fries. Insists on long hugs.

Morning Time Headcanons with Polyam JonMartin!

Typically, Jon is the first up. Residual from being raised by his grandmother. Six-Thirty in the morning sharp, and hes kind enough to walk around quietly enough to let anyone else sleep.

Martin either wakes up two hours later or whenever you start moving around in the morning, whether you plan on getting out of bed or not. Martin goes to start on making what breakfast foods Jon isn’t currently cooking, and when its ready you are getting out of bed if you have to be carried. 

The early stages of being used to them was strange. Half the time Martin or Jon would start asking about your preferences for things, and Jon would interrupt with the Eye-given information. On rarer occurrences when Jon asks you, he accidentally compels you. Martin still loves to joke about how much Jon really needed to know what scented detergent you’d rather. But Martin knows what tea you like (And if not tea, he makes sure you’re stocked in preferred drink) and he makes it special for you every morning. 

One morning, you actually crawl out of bed before them. Ten in the morning? You’re not going to complain. You decide to go in the kitchen and make everything ready for them like they’ve done dozens of times. The food is easy enough, but you’re having a hard time remembering the tea, and you Refuse to wake them up to ask. 

Of course, you do the best you can do, telling yourself its ok if you got it wrong. Your boys wake up and come in finally. Martin is delighted that you took the time for this, AND that He doesn’t have to cook, while Jon looks like this is the first time anyone’s ever cooked for him. 

They help you get the last few things on the table ready and you all sit down and eat. Jon drinks his tea first, and you sigh when he doesn’t say anythings different about it. Martin on the other hand…

“Y/N… How did you fix this tea?”

You sheepishly start saying you couldn’t remember how he made it, you’ll make him another cup. Why’s Jon giggling?

“This is WAY better than how I make it! How did you do it?”

Holy crap I self ship w Michael and this post was directed right at that,,,, op u got me ������ tysm

*tucks away the dozens of eyes around me* thats wild! i guess i got lucky with my writing!

for real though, glad we’re hitting the mark here :)

HELL IF I KNOW IT JUST HAPPENED??? LIKE I HAD A SUSPICION ABOUT IT CONSIDERING I DID NOTICE A DIFFERENCE IN TYPING/TALKING STYLES BUT TO HAVE IT CONFIRMED IS LIKE ??????? WTF HELLO?????

but thanks for trying to help my dumbass out i appreciate it