#I like to imagine he pops back and forth between forme with me bc I don’t care and he’s kinda stuck with me for a bit
Me: This is a bad idea
Bill: that’s never stopped either of us before and you know it
Me: Yeah but Wendy’s gonna get pissed if we call her at 2 in the morning again to legally get us out of holding again
Me: Let’s push it back a few hours so we can aim to wake her up at at least like 5 cause she wakes up at like 6 anyways
Bill: What I’m hearing is we’re still doing it >.)
Bill: And who cares about us being ‘human legal’ you’ve literally broken us out before and I can just-
Me: I AM NOT LETTING YOU MULTIVERSEJUMP US OUT OF HOLDING AGAIN CIPHER WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS
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What do you think were Jack,Jill,Jason and Pop Thoughts when they first met each other
Oh boy, there is so much to talk about here. Putting it under the cut bc its a lot
Jack and Jill found each other by pure chance. Jill was excited to find out that there was someone like her, but Jack wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Imagine suddenly finding out you had a sibling you never knew about, and you kind of get the picture. Jack was curious about Jill though, so he eventually started talking to her and they became somewhat close, but he still tends to avoid her a lot.
Jason and Pop also met by chance, and I based some of my ideas on how they met from a fic on ao3 called "porcelain walls" by LittleHoneyPott. Essentially, Pop immediately had an attraction to Jason, and Jason certainly liked the attention he was getting, but he took a really long time to accept that he had feelings for Pop. Candypop would show up whenever his mallet broke, and Jason would fix it for him. (I have. a lot more to say on their relationship but I'm gonna limit myself for now lol)
Jack met Pop through Jason. Their relationship was basically, "you're my friend's boyfriend so I guess we are friends, but also I would never ask you to hang out with me without Jason also being there". They interacted with each other bit by bit until they were friends. Jack started going to Pop whenever he was mad at Jason so he could talk to someone who understood how annoying Jason could be. Pop was neutral on Jack until they started pranking people together.
Jack introduced Jill to Jason. She teleported into his factory and accidentally broke a vase and knocked a painting off a wall while doing so. Jason was pissed about it and she thought he was blowing the incident out of proportion, so their relationship is a little strained. They're polite to each other but Jason doesn't like Jill. Jill is a people pleaser and wants everyone to like her, but she also doesn't want to put up with Jason's bs.
Jack and Jason... I have never really locked down an idea on how they met. I have a lot of old ideas and headcannons that I've sort of abandoned, but I think when they met Jack was in a weakened/injured state and Jason helped him recover. After that they formed an alliance with one another. Jason considered Jack as one of his own toys, hoping to eventually "fix him up" and Jack was fucking pissed when he realized that Jason just thought of him as a broken toy. They had a lot of fights and went back and forth between having some sort of mutual alliance and considering the other to be their worst enemy. But they spent like. 20 years of constantly interacting, whether it be good or bad, and found themselves unable to really leave the other. Like they're both desperately lonely people who continously kill their attachments and push others away. Technically Jason and Jack's rivalry was the most stable, consistent relationship either of them had in quite a while. So they just stick together now no matter what. I'm honestly not even sure if I could call their relationship a friendship because they both hate each other so fucking much lol. But like, if one of them is ever in trouble the other person 100% has their back. It's more of a weird semi-toxic family dynamic if anything.
And ik you've read A Lost Cause so you p much know everything about Jill and Pop meeting, since the second chapter is p much the first time they have an actual conversation together lol (thank u for reading it btw I promise I'm still writing for it)
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hxh headcanon!!
/imagine ofc!! everyone expected another, i hope shhdjdkf
umm... my art?? I'll be transferring it to digi-art tomorrow or sth but uh be nice pls, im new to dis
the art is related to the hc,,, anYWAYS DARK CONTINENT ARC TIMELINE and... TW! blood, violence and death. this is what i envision the "battle for hisokas head" arc story thingey would go
ON THE BLACK WHALE!
Hisoka has killed most of the spiders already, all that was left were Illumi, Kalluto, Chrollo, Shizuku and Bonolenov (bc the latter three formed a group truce rmmbr)
he decides to save the Zoldycks for last so he hunts for the mf who mangled his face and literally killed him
Hisoka makes quick work of killing Bono and Shizuku (nooo my bby ;-;)
Chrollo and he have a sort of stalemate stance bc they're in a discrete room in the Black Whale, they're meters apart and they're literally just walking in a circle to see who'd make the first move
Bono and Shizuku's bodies are in the same room
Illumi comes in with Kalluto in tow and the two siblings stop dead in their tracks to watch
that's when Hisoka moves in for the kill
but Chrollo counters w a spell he pulled from his book- an explosion erupts, tho it's a small, kind of controlled one but still, everyone in the room are forced back
Hisoka's thrown to a wall while the other three skid back on the feet
the emergency alarms ring in the room, the automated doors move to close
Illumi and Kalluto make eye contact before Kalluto runs for it, Illumi goes to block the door when he left, making sure Chrollo doesn't follow suit before walking towards Hisoka
"what are you doing?" Chrollo asks when Illumi helps the clown to his feet.
"oh, did i not tell you?" Illumi pulls out a few needles from his outfit "Hisoka has also commissioned for your head, but only under the circumstance where he could see."
"no, you forgot to mention that." Chrollo humors, book in hand and a forced smile on his lips
"oh this should be fun," Hisoka adds beside him, cracking his neck with a sinister grin
"i take it you were serious about the... engagement ring you mentioned earlier?" Chrollo asks as he flips to a page in his book
"quite, yes. i have already told my brother to not contact our parents about it, hence why he was with me up until now." Illumi explains, pins glowing with violet nen
"how boring, i had hoped you'd at least introduce me to my in-laws before we get on with it." Hisoka teases, cards in hand
"disgusting." Chrollo sneers, and the tension in the room snaps.
There's another explosion, quite bigger and definitely stronger. Illumi blocks the stray debris from his eyes with a hand, squinted eyes taking in everything that was to see.
Hisoka was still beside him though his head was snapping from left to right trying to navigate their common target
There's whispering, then Chrollo's puppets appear behind them, seeming to have grown from the concrete ground
they were mindless pawns, Hisoka gladly kicked them all til they returned to dust
what came next were Bono and Shizuku, though Illumi could have sworn they were dead earlier
"it's a stolen power, they might still be able to use their nen." Hisoka warns, and as if to prove his point Shizuku attacks Illumi with Blinky
"cut off their heads!" Hisoka yells, disappearing into the still present dust cloud of the post-explosion
Shizuku was the easier target, death made her think that vacuum of hers was a sword. Illumi pins her to the wall and snaps her head off
Bono was more clever, he hid in the dust and used his whistle like body to distract Illumi from where he actually was
Then he attacks when he had his back turned to him
But Illumi soon gets the hang of it, whips back to his right to catch Bono mid jump, and crushes his neck like paper
He drops the twice killed body and wipes his hands on his pants
There's strong aura somewhere in the room, so he follows his instincts through the smog
Another explosion, but this time actual smoke builds up in the room, triggering the fire alarms and the sprinklers
"you fucking bitch!"
"you should have stayed dead, Hisoka!"
Illumi follows the voices and now obvious sounds of fighting
as the smoke clears, he sees multiple figures go after who he assumes was Hisoka. Logically speaking, he was the only target of those useless puppets
Illumi jumps to his feet to help him, throwing pins at the three running to Hisoka at stumbling speed
He lands behind Hisoka with grace, feet as silent as ever.
the smoke is nearly gone now, so when Illumi turns to see if Hisoka was alright he's shocked to find a rock figurine, roughly formed to Hisoka's shape and build
"Hisoka-"
"i can't believe you fell for that" Chrollo says behind him, but Illumi has already sent needles flying his way
"what did you do?"
unprepared, Chrollo's sent to the wall, hands pinned and spread. there were matching pins buried deep into the palms of his hands making him unable to move
"I just killed the bastard who shouldn't have come for my friends."
his hands needed to touch something to detonate. with two more pins each added to his hands (and two more to each of his feet), Chrollo's made to float with Illumi's Manipulation
(hc power here bc i think he could do this, but he only saves it for special occasions or enemies lol)
Illumi pulls forth a mind control needle amd jams it into Chrollo’s forehead, “answer my questions, and answer me truthfully"
"what did you do to Hisoka, you could not have killed him in that short amount of time. I should have been able to sense something if you did. he is not in this room, so where is he?"
Chrollo groans, "he's trapped in the room i laid out for him"
"explain."
"i stole some random passenger's teleportation ability. its' condition is to only be able to open a portal if the room's closed and only has one door. i opened the portal and left him in the in between."
"you have been planning this, correct?"
"i only came up with it when Shizuku encountered the man with this power. he's still alive of course, but if i kill him then his nen portals would cease, and Hisoka will be trapped in that limbo forever."
"and nen after death..?"
"he adores the spiders, he surely won't hold a grudge if i killed him for this."
"this is a well executed plan." Illumi complements despite the situation
"thanks."
"open the portal, bring him back."
"why should i?"
Illumi grabs another pin from his shirt, this time giving it a lick before jamming it into Chrollo's arm
"i am already annoyed at how everything has turned out, just pull Hisoka out of the portal."
life slowly drains from Chrollo's eyes, as he goes limp against Illumi's pins that kept him afloat and away from any possible detonation medium
Chrollo-puppet, now on his own two feet, pulls out his book and flips to a page. The wall behind him opens, the metal folding out as if crumpled then Hisoka walks out, in shock. The wall closes silently, as if it never opened to begin with
Hisoka snaps out of it quickly, lips curving into a pleased smile, "nice work, Illu!"
Illumi waves a hand dismissively. "would you like to do the honors?"
"ooh~ don't mind if i do," Hisoka pulls out a card from somewhere and approaches the still Chrollo.
Illumi walks to a wall to lean against it, knowing Hisoka would take his time.
"you've married an idiot, Illumi Zoldyck." a voice said beside him, and he snaps his head up to see Hisoka's killing slash
"wait-"
But it was too late
another explosion, this time strong enough to blow the doors open and the walls broken
Illumi's once again pushed to the wall, back through the metal it poked him with blisters
As the dust settled for a third time, Chrollo stood in the middle of the room, unharmed and unpinned.
Under his foot, Hisoka. Dead?
"no-" Illumi coughs, dust filling his lungs
Illumi stumbles to the pair as Chrollo backs away, to the door now open
"Hisoka-" he falls to his knees beside the man, cradles the head to his lap. This was real, this was really Hisoka. he felt it- he felt the last ebbs of his presence fade along with the explosion.
He was really dead...
Was his Bungee Gum/after death nen a one time thing?
He was so stupid, he should have noticed that Chrollo was a fake. It had been too easy. Fuck.
Hisoka coughs, and Illumi zeroes in on it, on the way his once steady chest heaves with labored breaths. "Hiso- Hisoka?"
"Illu..." he drawls, unable to say it clearly
"what do i do?"
"ta... take m-" he coughs again, "take my heart, Illu."
"what do you mean?" Illumi presses a hand to the side of Hisoka's neck, trying to find a pulse
"this is my nen condition-" heave- "Bungee gum will help me get the engagement ring to you. it's in my heart, literally-"
"Hisoka, you are not making any sense-"
"just kill me already, illu-" cough- "and carve out my heart. you'll find the ring there."
"o-oh" Illumi's eyes widen
"do it, illu. before my-" heave again "nen runs out."
Hisoka's smiling. his glamour of texture surprise has worn off already, so his nose-less, peeling face stared back at Illumi
"go on, love."
with no other choice, Illumi elongates his nails and digs into the crevice between Hisoka's rib cage. his blood felt hot and sticky between his fingers, but Illumi dug deeper.
his heart was still beating though weakly, as if it still had a chance to live on
"bye, love." were Hisoka's last breathy words as Illumi pulls the organ out. It was shrouded in pink nen, Bungee Gum he thought, its distinct tint a permanent brand in Illumi's mind
gore slid down his hand, as illumi held it closer to his face for inspection
for a few fleeting moments it continued throbbing, but now it's stilled to a mere heart.
Illumi has done this method of killing before, but this is the first heart he thought held value
blood dripped from his hand down to Hisoka's smiling face, eyes open and gaze somewhere to Illumi's direction
as the Bungee Gum lifted, a ring popped out from an outward ventricle.
a bloody ring
how did he manage to do this?
despite the crimson, Illumi slips it to his ring finger with a grim smile
even after death, Hisoka still amazed him
He gently puts Hisoka's head to the ground, off his lap, and closes his golden eyes
Illumi's en grows with unbridled rage that it covered the whole ship. Chrollo is just a few hallways down
Bloodlust up in new heights, Illumi lets his presence explode, making sure nen and non nen users alike felt his hunger to kill
Finding Chrollo was too easy, but this time he's sure it was the real one. he was at the balcony, looking out into the sunset.
"i take it, you loved him?"
Illumi doesn't answer, instead walks closer with eery silence
"if you loved him then why didn't you tell him?"
one step forward, two, three. just a few more left.
"he wouldn't have reciprocated? blah, he was of peculiar taste, I'm sure he would've accepted you."
pins, needles, hell even a card he got from Hisoka. he threw all of it to Chrollo, aiming for where he was and the surrounding spots he could have gone to, to avoid them
pinned down and bleeding, Chrollo continues "or were you not aware you loved him until you saw him die right before your eyes?"
Illumi, more than once, said that assassins don't need friends. didn't have a need for anyone else but family.
but
"he was my friend. that's all there was to it."
Chrollo's head rolls to the balcony, falls off and to the sea. a king of hearts was placed where the head should be, engraved into the floor.
later that day, Illumi went back to the room where Hisoka was, to find Kalluto there. His kimono was bunched up by his hands to make sure blood didn't touch the ends.
"aniki, what happened here? where's danchou?"
"kallu, i want you to help me with something." Illumi said instead, "can you help me clean him up?"
"should we throw him overboard?" Kalluto gestured to Hisoka.
"no, i want to fix him up and find a coffin in this ship. i will bury him when we get back to the mainland."
"why?"
"because..." Illumi fiddled with the bloodied ring, "he was my husband."
for those of u confused don't worry, i am too. basically chrollo used a bomb dummy of himself and that’s the one hisoka killed but uh got him killed instead. shjsjfkf sorry if this was shitty it's 2:30am nd i just wanted to write this before i forgot. I'll fix it tomorrow hopefully
also the hc is the ring in hisokas heart thingey and maybe the room trap plan bc togashi wouldnt have introduced that bitch if he didnt plan on using him for the plot shjsjdkfkgl good night!
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How Iris first had an inkling that Wally had a crush on Dick. Ok so like, bc Star and Gotham are absolutely horrifying during Halloween, Barry is like “I’ll patrol then Iris will take the babies trick or teating”
Originally Wally is really upset bc he wants to go patrolling w his uncle but once he finds out that he gets to hang out w the other hero’s he’s psyched.
So Wally is like 12-13 and dresses up as the flash naturally. Roy is like 14-15 and he’s totally too old for Halloween and over it bc he’s super angsty, and dresses up as like Jason form Friday the thirteenth or some shit bc Black Canary forces him to. Robin only ever celebrated Halloween during his circus days when everyone would paint their face scary and flying Graysons would do aerial ballet show w black fabric so it was like spiders but after that it was just horrifying.
Anyway so Barry picked up this tiny Batman costume and Iris was like “Barry hon, isn’t he like 10? Shouldn’t you get him a bigger outfit?” (He two years younger than Wally, and four younger than Roy) And Barry is like “no trust me babe he teeny”.
Batman shows up to their house followed by a tinsity winsty baby tiny Batman bc Barry ran it over b/f patrol. And wow is that cute. Tiny baby Batman is basically glued to Batman’s side, his teeny little head coming up to Batman’s lower thigh, last time Iris checked 10-year olds aren’t supposed to be that tiny but wow is it adorable. (I’m sorry I just love teeny baby Dickie& giant looming built-like-a-tank batdaddy)
Barry told her what Batman had already explained. That Robin is foreign and doesn’t really know a lot of holiday stuff and also has been severely traumatized the past couple of years and doesn’t really like strangers and knows better than to take anything from strangers.
So it’s obvious that Robin would rather be tied up and drugged w fear gas than in a family aquatintence’s home about to go trick or treating. And Iris is a little resentful of the other boys, hard as she try to be understanding, bc Wally looks so disappointed bc he just wants to have friends and these guys don’t want to have fun.
Anyway Roy is kinda warming up to the whole trick or treating thing but sometimes he can be really mean to Wally but maybe Iris is just overprotective of her boy. Iris takes several pictures during the entire night despite both Batmans being adamant about no photos.
Robin refuses to go up to any house but Iris doesn’t comment on it. She doesn’t want to alienate him, so she doesn’t say anything. She goes up and grabs him a peice of candy but he disappears into the night. She panics for a good couple of seconds but calms when tiny Batman shows up next to Wally and Roy.
She doesn’t try again after that. He likes to walk at the back of the group and every time Iris tries to keep an eye on him, bc he may be a trained hero but central isn’t as safe as smallsville and her parental instincts are going off. Every couple of blocks Wally will try to walk next to him and talk and it’ll work for a while then Robin will slow down and fall behind and Wally’s angelic little baby face gets so sad.
As their trip comes to an end Iris can see Robin wrapping the cape around him tightly w his eyes screwed shut and it breaks her heart a little bc this poor boy must be so uncomfortable and scared that he’s trying to imitate the feeling of his mentors hug. It’s a jarring to imagine Batman hugging anything but she supposes that a baby as cute as that must make even the dark knight just wanna squeeze his sweet rosy, chubby cheeks. She reaches out to place a hand on his head, bc he’s too short to comfortably put a hand on his shoulder.
He jerks back immediately and death glares her, his anger showing full force through the white eyelets. She sent him an apologetic smile and he seemed to unbistle a smidgen.
Once they were finally home Iris watched them from behind the kitchen counter. Wally and Roy were digging into the candy while Robin perched on top of the couch. He kept scratching at his arm, Barry said that it was fine as long as it was controlled. Apparently the poor baby had a pretty serious anxiety disorder and tended to scratch to make himself feel better, it was ok as long as he didn’t have an attack.
She tossed him the single candy across the room, he caught it swiftly in his tiny baby hand. (So cute) Wally shot up to his feet. “That’s not one of my candies right?” Iris smiled, her prefect gluttonous boy. “Nope it’s from your uncles,” it was lie but it didn’t harm anyone. “That’s my backup candy!” Wally cried racing towards the door and snatching up handfuls of candy from the trick or treater bowl. Iris pretend to scold him for being stingy.
Robin slowly unwrapped the candy then examined it breaking off a piece and finally eating the snickers. His eyelets widened comically and he chewed slowly staring down at the candy before shoving the entire (not that fun size is really that big) thing in his mouth. It was absolutely adorable! She wished she had take a video and wondered if this was his first ever candy. (Dick usually just ate cotton candy as a kid, he hadn’t discover cereal yet. But since his parents died he hasn’t had real sugar, Alfred has strict hold on anything sweet in the house and Robin was deemed too energetic already.)
Apparently Wally agreed bc his mouth was wide open and his face was a blotchy-red color. His eyes were filled w what Iris could only discribe as adoration.
Wally swallowed then stood up again. His arms filled w sweets. “Here you can have my candy!” Wally all but shouted at the other boy, he paused for a second looking at his arms, “or we could share,” he suggested instead.
That’s what got Iris, even before his flash experiment Wally has never shared food, not even w his uncle. But here he was offering up some to a boy he hardly knows bc he thinks it’s cute when he eats candy. God she might cry.
Robin smiled at Wally. A real smile, the first one she’s seen all night. “You could still have it all if you wanted!” Wally said again his face turning a couple shades darker and thrusting the candy at robin, who artfully avoided his touch.
“We can share, don’t speedsters need extra calories?” Wally nodded and then proceeded to gather up the rest of the candy scattered on the floor. It was then that Iris noticed that Roy and dipped.
She was slightly panicked. Roy could probably fight for himself but he’s still a baby, a baby that Iris was in charge of. She hurriedly pulled out some blankets and turned on the tv for the boys while she dialed Barry who called Ollie. In a strange turn of events Ollie actually apologized to Iris, saying quote, “Roy’s a little jack-ass of course he snuck off. Don’t worry I’ll find him, probably screwed off to get drunk at some highschool party. Thanks for watching him while you could, I honestly expected him to scurry off a lot sooner.”
It didn’t exactly ease the tension in Iris’ chest but watching those two babies sitting on the couch pass candy back forth watching Charlie Brown specials made her feel a lot better. They were on opposite sides of the couch and Iris could see Wally’s little fingers twitching by his legs, he got up to go to the bathroom and came back only to really casually sit right next to Robin, like basically on his lap.
Robin wiggled up onto the arm of the couch.
“Ok so this ones a Milky Way,” Wally said passing the treat up to Robin.
He popped it in his mouth and chewed. “What’s the difference between this one and the snickers?” He asked, Iris was a little surprised by how good Robins accent was, he spoke like a natural English speaker, which he wasn’t. Every once in a while he’d use a word wrong or mispronounce something, a lit of something would catch on what he was saying but his American accent was pretty flawless.
“Snickers have peanuts, milky ways don’t,” Wally supplied in a duh voice. Robin smiled, “golly, you sure know a bunch about candies. You must be really smart!” And isn’t that so cute! Everyone treats the speedsters like idiots just bc they’re dense but here Robin is picking up on the hidden intelligence like a Batman should. Wally puffed his chest out all proud his face was still all red like a patchy strawberry.
A couple hours passed when Batman showed up. Wearing a different not soaked in fear gas costume, both Iris and Wally were sad to see robin go, well Wally was more devastated. The minute Batman stepped through the front door Robin was disappearing underneath his cape, according to Barry Robin doesn’t like to be more than 3cm from Batman at all times.
“Maybe we can hang out more!” Wally called his blush finally fading. A chipper ok sounded from somewhere in Batman’s cape, (Wally’s face turned scarlet in an instant) at the same time Batman gruffed out a no. Wally’s perfect baby face fell, Batman and Robin left. “Hey don’t worry kiddo I’ll talk to him!” Wally gave a half-hearted smile then went back to his candy eating.
Later he was engrossed in a discussion of patrol w his uncle while they both ate most of central’s candy supply.
As Barry and Iris got ready for bed an hour or so later she turned to him w a mischievous smile. “So it’s seems like Wally’s got his first real crush!” She sing-songed. Barry looked at her confused a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. “Who?” “Robin” she responded. “That’s doesn’t make any sense!” She signed, somethings speedsters really were dense.
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The Language of Flowers
— “Hello may I request a Bakuogu x reader imagine, where […] Bakugou has a huge crush on her. She has a nature quirk and always gives him flowers (which he tuts at but acc loves lol) and one day they’re hanging out and she makes him a daisy chain and then a super cute confession happens? Thank you very much~” by anonymous.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: swearing, cheesy flower symbolism
a/n: AH ANON THIS WAS A SUPER CUTE REQUEST i didn’t add in the kiri’s sister part bc i just couldn’t figure out how but i hope you still enjoy!! ;c
“What flowers did Y/L/N bring you today?”
“Don’t know or care.”
Kaminari snorted and Kirishima laughed disbelievingly from his seat against the foot of the bed. The three were in Bakugou’s room on a Friday night after class, and for the entirety of their walk to the dorms, he wouldn’t stop muttering curse words under his breath with the bouquet of flowers you made for him clutched between his hands.
“Right, you don’t care…” drawled Denki. “Which is why you’re putting the flowers she gave you in a vase right next to your bed?”
“Well, what the fuck else am I supposed to do with them?” he fumed, gently arranging the bundles of lilacs despite the deep scowl etched onto his face.
“I don’t know. Maybe toss them on your desk and call it a day? They’d wither up eventually, but you know Y/L/N could just produce some more to replace them.”
Bakugou glared at his dumbass of a friend. Toss them on his desk? Didn’t he know how cluttered and disorganized that would look? (Or how Katsuki would rather chew through glass than place the flowers you gave him in anything less than a clean vase? Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone…)
“I just put them in a stupid jar I found lying around– It’s not that deep, dumbass,” he scoffed.
Kaminari raised a brow as a cocky little grin formed on his face. “Sure.”
“Hey!” Kirishima popped in before Bakugou could send Sparky flying off the edge of his bed. “No matter the reason, I think it’s cool you keep Y/L/N’s flowers.”
Bakugou narrowed his eyes dubiously.
“You do?” voiced Denki.
He nodded. “It’s kind of manly when you think about it. Bakugou keeping the bouquets and learning the meanings of each flower just for Y/N–”
“I don’t learn their fucking meanings, dumbass!”
“Is that right?” Eijirou asked challengingly. “What do peonies stand for?”
Katsuki made an indignant noise. “Hell if I know.”
Kaminari raised his hand with an excited look. “I know! I know! It represents how much she wants you to smash the living daylights–”
“Watch your fucking mouth!” he hissed, hurling a pencil at him with full force, only for it to be stopped in the nick of time by Shitty Hair’s quirk. Bakugou glowered. “I’ve already told you before peonies symbolize a bashful yet compassionate love. Or can your two and a half brain cells not recall?”
His two friends–if they should even have the privilege of being called that–exchanged glances that made Bakugou want to kick them both out of his dorm room. Who the fuck let them come over in the first place?
A grin spread on Eijirou’s face, showing off his sharp teeth. “So she gave you the peonies to tell you she loves you but is too shy to say so herself?”
Katsuki’s face burned. “No! What the hell–?”
“Or maybe she’s saying she knows you love her but you’re too much of a pussy to say anything?” suggested Denki.
“First of all, fuck you. And that’s not it either, you dumbass!”
“Then what else could it mean?” he asked.
“That she liked peonies?” cried Bakugou incredulously. “Why are you asking me?! How should I know?”
Katsuki kept his fists clenched by his sides, seconds away from completely losing his temper at the two idiots in front of him.
Kirishima raised a brow. “You’re telling me you don’t care at all about the flowers Y/L/N gives you.”
“Yeah, pretty much,” he lied through his teeth. He hated how he felt an uncomfortable pang in his heart as he said those words.
What the fuck was that? he thought, glaring down at his chest.
“Interesting,” Kirishima mused. “So, if I were to unlock your phone, I wouldn’t find tabs of ‘flower symbolism’ open on your browser?”
Kaminari grinned, looking over at the vase of purple flowers. “He probably searched up ‘the meaning of lavender’ and is currently reading through ten different flower blogs.”
Bakugou’s left eye twitched. “Lilacs.”
“What?”
“They’re lilacs you dumbass! Not lavender. Can’t you tell by the color?”
Denki blinked. “No?”
“Tch. Stupid,” he grumbled, rubbing a petal of the flower between his thumb and forefinger.
Lavender represented serenity and calmness– Dumb shit he didn’t care about. But lilacs were a different story.
Lilacs, specifically the light purple ones you gave him, symbolized first love. Love, happiness, passion… All those things reminded him of you. It was a thought so gentle it brought a strange feeling to his stomach, but he couldn’t say he hated it.
Bakugou stiffened. What the fuck was he thinking?
Shaking his head fervently, he forced himself out of his thoughts and turned to his two bumbling friends.
“…what do you think, Bakugou?” he heard Eijirou ask.
He scratched the back of his neck. “Think about what?”
Kirishima glanced at him curiously, noticing the uncharacteristic way Bakugou has been spacing out recently. “I said me, Kaminari, and Sero are going to the comic store tomorrow. You should join us.”
Katsuki internally cursed, knowing what he was about to say would bring along teasing that came with no end.
“I would,” he said carefully, “but I already have plans.”
“Oh, are you going home this weekend?” piped Denki.
“No.”
“Hero training?” asked Eijirou.
“No.”
“Are you banned from leaving campus grounds again–?”
“No!” Bakugou growled, rubbing his temples in slow circles. “For fuck’s safe, you two make my head hurt. I can’t go because I already made plans with someone else.”
Dumbass Number One gave him a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. “Someone else, huh?”
“And who is this someone else?” the blond-haired Dumbass Number Two questioned.
Kirishima nudged him with his elbow, causing Kaminari to nudge him back until the two were on the verge of wrestling on the floor of Bakugou’s dorm room.
Bakugou could only look back and forth between them and sigh. Dumbasses.
“He obviously means Y/L/N,” Eijirou said in a matter-of-fact tone, giving Katsuki a thumbs up. Katsuki responded with an eye roll. “He just didn’t want to say it because he likes to pretend his enormous crush on her isn’t obvious.”
“I don’t have a crush on Y/L/N,” he protested, folding his arms across his chest defensively.
“Right, and who exactly are you hanging out with tomorrow?” asked Denki.
“Listen– Just because I agreed to hang out with her doesn’t mean I like her!”
Kirishima hummed. “Sure. Have fun on your date tomorrow.”
Katsuki fumed. “It’s not a date!”
“Yeah, but you wish it were.”
With a final twitch of his eye and clenching of his jaw, Bakugou marched over to their seats on his floor, fingers flexing as the sweat that popped off his skin mad a sound so menacing his two idiot friends exchanged nervous glances with a visible swallow.
Laughing nervously, Denki shoved Eijirou in front of him for more time and made a dash towards the door.
“Have fun on your date!” Kirishima called, whacking Kaminari in the back of the head as he ran frantically away from a seething Katsuki.
“Use protection!” Denki warned, tripping over the carpet as he rubbed his sore neck, struggling to scurry away before Bakugou could lay hands on him. “Lots of protection!”
“I’LL MURDER YOU. BOTH OF YOU.”
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In the end, Bakugou didn’t murder anyone.
If he had, Aizawa probably wouldn’t have let him leave campus grounds and he would’ve missed his not-date with you. (Not that he cared if he saw you or not. He just figured slaughtering the two idiots wouldn’t be worth a week of cleaning duty.)
“Thanks for coming with me, Bakugou-kun,” you thanked once more, picnic basket swinging in hand as you walked beside him.
“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not like I had anything better to do.”
Just stop fucking talking, you asshole, he scolded, wanting to punch himself in the face.
But his words didn’t seem to phase you in the slightest. You were well aware of his blunt, harsh persona and yet you chose to stick around him anyway.
You laughed, brushing off his dismissive remark with a sideways smiles he couldn’t look away from. “Well, I’m glad you had nothing better to do then.”
“Pfft.”
By the time the two of you arrived at the nearby park, the sun was resting lazily atop the clouds, rays shining through as you found a spot in the shade for the picnic blanket. You finished setting up the food before getting comfortable, offering Bakugou a sandwich as he took a seat next to you.
“Thanks,” he said, awkwardly taking a bite as he tried to think of what to say.
“No problem,” you replied, clearing your throat as the silence settled between you. “Did you like the flowers I gave you yesterday? They’re one of my favorites!”
Bakugou snorted. “You say that about every flower.”
“Because every flower deserves to be loved!”
Although he scoffed externally, on the inside he couldn’t help but feel a begrudging flutter at your words. It just wasn’t possible for someone to have such a kind heart– There must’ve been some catch.
“The lilacs were fine. Thanks,” he mumbled under his breath, uprooting a strand of grass as he rested his palms behind him.
He wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous. Katsuki had hung around you plenty of times, but something about this moment sent his nerves on edge.
You beamed, a smile so bright it was capable of disarming all his defenses. “I’m happy you liked them! And you knew they were lilacs? I’m impressed. Most people would mistake them for lavender.”
Bakugou thought back to his certified dumb blond friend and scoffed at the memory. “Tch. Only idiots would mistake a pale purple lilac for lavender.”
With a teasing giggle at the somber frown on his face, you nodded. “Right. It definitely didn’t take me months to learn the difference, or anything.” You nudged his shoulder with your own at the sight of his wide-eyed expression. “Maybe you’re just a natural-born flower expert.”
He bristled. “Don’t call me that.”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that,” you protested, folding your arms across your chest at his indignant tone. “I think it’s cool. Besides, flowers are amazing!”
“They’re whatever.”
Katsuki shrugged dismissively as he tried to ignore the knowing look on your face.
“Come on, Bakugou-kun. It’s me,” you said, poking his arm with your index finger. (If it were anyone else, he would’ve shoved them off. But since it was you… He sighed.) “You can admit that you like flowers. I won’t judge.”
“Hmph.”
You pouted, lip jutting out in a small frown. “At least tell me what your favorite flower is.”
He thought about it for a while. “I don’t have one.”
“You have to have one!”
“Don’t you have like 50 because you can’t choose just one?!” asked Bakugou incredulously.
“Yes, but… I have one flower that I love slightly more than the rest,” you said conspiratorially, tapping the bottom of your chin.
Crawling over to the edge of the picnic blanket, you held your hands about the fertile soil and sprouted bundles of white-petaled flowers with yellow centers.
“Daisies?” he guessed.
You nodded in excitement. “Yes! See, I told you– Flower expert!”
Katsuki fought the blush off his cheeks. “It’s just common knowledge.”
It most definitely was not because he spent hours researching all the different types of flowers after the first week of you constantly giving them to him.
“Sure.” You grinned. “I love daisies for a lot of reasons, but one of the reasons is because they make the prettiest flower chains.”
His brows furrowed. “Flower chain?”
You turned towards him with a disbelieving look on your face. “You’ve never made a flower chain?”
“Never even heard of it.”
Your eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets as your held your hand above your chest. “My… My heart is hurting.”
Bakugou dismissed your over-exaggeration with a tsk, but felt the corners of his lips quirking upwards nonetheless. Glancing down at the cluster of white daisies you had just sprouted, you took one between your thumb and index finger and pinched it at the stem.
“Can I show you how?” you asked with a hopeful expression.
He blinked in surprise but managed a shrug. “I guess.”
“Great!” you cheered. You beckoned him over to the spot beside you as you kneeled against the soft bed of grass. Gently plucking a bundle of flowers you had just sprouted, you handed them to him. “There are lots of different ways to make a daisy chain, but I think the braiding method is the best.”
Bakugou wasn’t sure how the fuck there could’ve been different methods for sticking flowers together, but he nodded despite himself. “You can show me that one then.”
Moving closer next to him, you held three daisies in one hand and showed him how to braid–one strand over the other. As you went down the stem, you slowly added more and more flowers to the chain, twisting as it began to curve into a circle.
“Am I doing this right?” he asked gruffly, looking between your chain and his with a slight frown. His was sparse with some areas looking like they were about to fall apart.
Taking in the condition of his flowers, you stifled a laugh. “Looks fine to me.”
“Hmph.”
After a few minutes of grumbles and complaints, Bakugou slowly got the hang of making the daisy chain. In a way, the repetitive movements were sort of relaxing.
You were seated beside him, so close your thigh was brushing against his and he struggled to remain focused on the task at hand.
“Did you know daisies are actually a mix of two flowers?” you said, drawing his attention even more towards you. “The yellow centers are disc florets and the white petals are ray florets.”
He peered closer at the head of the flower in between his fingers, examining the small floral discs that made up the yellow center.
“That’s why, in flower language, white daisies are known to symbolize true love,” you told him. Katsuki looked over at you to find a small smile on your face as you finished up the last of your daisy chain. “It’s the joining together of two different types of flowers, and they fit perfectly. One wouldn’t be the same without the other.”
Your gaze flitted to his as a flush filled his cheeks at your intimate words, and for once in his life, he was at a complete loss for words.
There was a slight twinkle in your eye as you stared with your lips slightly parted. The tension in the air grew when neither of you wanted to look away first in fear of ruining this moment. The setting of the sun cast gentle shadows of your eyelashes and cheekbones and Katsuki was completely annoyed but how disarming your smile in the sunset was.
Clearing his throat, he glared down at the floor as you bit your lip, toying with the petals of the daisy in your lap.
“Ahem– Um, well…” you trailed off, opening and shutting your mouth as you tried to form your thoughts into a sentence. “I made this for you!”
Fumbling with the daisy chain in your hands, you extended your arms out, offering the flower crown to him with your head bowed. His eyes widened in alarm as you waited for him to take the gift.
“W-What are you doing, baka?! You don’t need to bow!” he cried, an intense blush making its way to his cheeks as you peered up at him through your lashes.
“But I wanted to give this to you.”
“You don’t have to give it like that!”
You huffed, puffing your cheeks out in an embarrassed pout. “Do you not want it?”
“I never said that–! But even if I did, it’s not like it never stopped you before,” Katsuki said defensively, muttering an oath under his breath when he felt even the tips of his ears heat up at your actions.
Fighting the flushed expression off your face, you chewed the inside of your cheek. You withdrew your extended arms, hugging the daisies close to your chest as you absentmindedly stroked a white petal.
“Do you want me to stop?” you blurted, your voice quiet.
He looked taken aback. “What?”
You avoided his questioning stare as you continued, “I like giving you all these flowers because the look on your face for the fraction of a second you let your guard down is something I always want to see–” Katsuki’s palms grew sweaty as he felt his temperature rise to inhuman heights. “But, if it annoys you and you want me to stop… I will.”
Bakugou glared down at his lap, unsure where the hell your thought came from or how the fuck he should reply. He didn’t want you to stop– He thought that much was clear.
“Tch.” He shook his head, mumbling under his breath. “Baka.”
You blinked. “I’m sorry?”
He looked up at you, meeting your confused gaze with his intense one. “If you were annoying me, I would’ve told you. I don’t– I don’t mind you giving me all these…dumb flowers.”
Tilting your head to the side, you asked cautiously, “So you like them?”
The most Katsuki could bring himself to do was shrug, but it was enough for you to understand the true meaning he couldn’t bring himself to admit. Slowly, a grin lit up your face as you nudged his side.
“Well, good. Because they like you, too.”
The smile you gave him made it clear there was something more behind your words as well. He glared, flustered. “We’re talking about the stupid flowers, right?”
“Of course,” you said with an all too innocent nod. “What else could we be talking about?”
The two of you shared a knowing smile before he rolled his eyes, taking the daisy chain in your hands and placing them on his head. It felt weird and awkward, but he figured he could put up with it for you. As you stared at him, a weird expression dawn on your face that made him frown in embarrassment.
“What are you looking at, baka?”
You hid the secretive smirk on your face behind your hands. “You. You look cute in that.”
“Yeah… Whatever,” he scoffed, despite the warmth spread in his chest.
And by the time the not-date came to an end, Katsuki wasn’t sure how the two of you ended up walking back to the dorms, smiling dazedly as you walked hand-in-hand. All he knew was, one day, he wanted to be the one to bring you flowers.
a/n: okay honestly i just want bakugou to fall in love so we can see this tsundere but also soft and sweet side of him ahhh i would die. anyway, this was very cheesy hehe but i hope it made you smile! xx sofia
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going home — part one
pairing: Poe Dameron x CMO! reader
how wonderful series | next part | masterlist
a/n: this takes place approximately after the fight miniseries, I’ve been working on it for a while but I’ve finally got the first part ready for y’all so I hope y’all enjoy! it’ll be angsty but as always, soft in the end bc I love these two
also WARNING: a little bit of vivid description, nightmares and throwing up
It didn’t matter what you did, you couldn’t catch your breath.
All you could see was the pouring rain washing the blue blood from your hands into a diluted stream down the metallic ship beneath you. All you could hear were the wailing screams of the surrounding group, the pained screams of the body beneath you, and the terror in their voices as they called out. All you could feel was the phantom pumping of the chest beneath you, beating rapidly and then not at all. All you could smell was the rotting stench of infection and antiseptic burn of disinfectant.
You were in too deep, reliving the memory in violent flashes and burning tears, you couldn’t catch your breath.
Not until two hands grabbed you from behind with a searing touch, jolting you awake and out of your wrecked thoughts.
“Shhh you’re okay…”
You were most certainly not okay, no matter how calming Poe tried to make his voice. There was nothing he could do that could calm anything about this. His touch was suffocating, his voice blurred into the wailing and it all just got worse—
Launching out of bed, over his warm body beside you in spite of his protests, you fell into the refresher just a few feet away, finally pulling your eyes open to the aggressive fluorescents in hopes that the bright lights could shake you out of your own head. But with both hands holding you up over the sink, sweat dripping down your head and back, the screams sounded off louder and louder between your ears.
And now the screams were pulling an uneasiness out of your stomach. You tried to swallow it down but in the same instant that the door reopened behind you, you fell to your knees in front of the toilet. Two hands pulled at your hair to keep it back but that was the last thing on your mind as your throat began to burn and your stomach turned over itself.
“Babe…” Poe sighed as he settled on his knees behind you, keeping your hair our of the way, “Are you okay?”
Spitting into the bowl, you were finally able to calm down enough to catch your breath and lean back into where he sat behind you, his hands finally releasing your hair and moving for a towel to wipe off your lips.
“Babe…”
“I’m okay…” you released on your exhale as he began gently wiping the sweat off your brow. “I’m okay…”
“Let’s get you into the shower, okay?”
You shook your head as he tried to move beneath you, so he immediately froze, holding you against him with every breath. “Give me a minute…”
“Okay… you’re okay…”
His lips pressed down onto your forehead, gauging your temperature even as he expressed his affection, just like his gentle hold on your body ensured he could keep a feel for your pulse beating against him.
“Poe?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I’m sorry…” You coughed out, “they aren’t usually this bad, this… I don’t know…”
“It’s okay, I know…”
He didn’t really know though. He had nightmares, he was pretty sure everyone with a stake in this war did, anyone who lived through some of the things you all encountered on a regular basis would have them… but he didn’t have them like you did. And you didn’t talk about them.
He didn’t blame you.
You woke up traumatized, shaking and hyperventilating, and when it was really bad, you got sick like this and he couldn’t fathom what you must have been reliving in your mind to throw you so far from your typically composed form. And he also knew it wasn’t his place to ask. Whatever it was, you would have told him if you wanted him to know and he was okay with that.
He just wished he could help. He wished his presence behind you in bed, arms wrapped over you, would be enough to remind you that you were safe from whatever was haunting you, but he knew that wasn’t how it worked.
So he didn’t blame you. He just wanted to help.
And after a few cool minutes against the icy floor of the refresher, your back pressed into his chest, you caught your breath enough to have him help you to your feet, pull your sweat-soaked clothes off your body and move you into the shower.
His touch wasn’t burning into your skin anymore, it wasn’t something you flinched away from, it was something you were leaning into, especially as the water began to flow over the both of you. Your face fell to his chest, the water hitting at your back and the screams finally stopped.
“Better?” He hummed as he stroked over your skin in the water.
“Yeah…”
“Do you want to talk?”
You shook your head and he nodded. He was okay with that, he just wanted you to be okay.
And for that night, just being okay would have to do.
Everything was different the next day though.
You hadn’t really gone back to sleep after the shower. You closed your eyes shut and buried your head into his chest, but he could tell you didn’t really go back to sleep.
So when you’re dataPAD started buzzing, you popped up for your shift in an instant, crawling over top of him (he always slept on the outside of the bed, you up against the wall, he practically insisted on it, being closer to the door) and began looking around for your uniform. He didn’t have to be up for another hour, so he just laid back and watched you like he always did.
But this wasn’t the typical morning for the two of you.
There was no talking, no banter, no nothing. You just bent over for your uniform and began pulling it on, sitting back on the bed by his feet to pull on your boots, and somehow not saying a single word the whole time.
“Maybe you should take the morning off, babe…” He groaned out as he sat himself up behind you. You hadn’t really gone back to sleep and he only knew that because he hadn’t been able to either, not with the feeling of you tense underneath his grip, incapable of relaxing.
“I’m fine.”
“Just the morning, we can get some food in the mess, try and go back to sleep for a little—”
“I’m fine Poe, I’m okay.” You sighed, tying your hair up and getting back onto your feet. “I’ve got to go.”
“You can message me if you need anything—”
You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek and nodded, “yeah, I’ve got to go.”
And without even saying goodbye or saying anything else at all. No “I love you”, no “I’ll let you know when my shift ends”, not even a “have a good day”… he understood but he couldn’t help but be worried. He didn’t know what he could do to help, and he didn’t want you going through this alone but he had his own work to get to, his dataPAD ringing for him to get up not long after you left.
He figured he would hear from you at some point during the day, he normally got a quick message or the two of you had a meeting that overlapped…
But the whole day had passed before he was on his way back from the hanger, finally receiving a message. And it wasn’t from you.
Can you meet me in the med bay, Commander? – Rep
Your second in command, Rep?
Having never received a message from him before, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the worst possibilities imaginable. And the whole walk over he spent his time trying to talk himself down from there.
If you were hurt, he would’ve gotten an emergency message. If there was a real problem, he would’ve gotten an emergency message. If it had anything to do with you and something to worry about, he would’ve gotten an emergency message, so he didn’t really need to worry.
If only it were that easy.
Rep had never messaged him before, whatever this was about, he was worried, all the way down to the med bay.
“Do you want me to get the CMO, Commander?” The pink-skinned nurse at the desk up front asked the second he walked in.
He just shook his head, giving the relatively empty bay a scan, “No, I’m looking for Rep actually.”
“I think he’s in his office, it’s next to—”
“Yeah, I know where it is, thank you.” He nodded, trying to keep his head down as he navigated down the hall but lifting it back up when he noticed the lights were off in your office and he didn’t have to be nervous about running into you.
But if he thought he was nervous, he had nothing on Rep as he pulled the door open, having spotted Poe before he even got the chance to knock.
“Commander, come on in…”
Rep was a tall man, recovering well from the failed mission a few weeks ago, but for as long as he had been your second-in-command, Poe had never seen him so wrecked by nerves. Sweat slicked his brow, his hands fumbled in front of him and he paced back and forth, looking out the window as Poe shut the door behind him.
“What’s going on, Rep?” He hummed, nervously looking over his own shoulder as Rep paced back to the windows and flipped the switch to make them opaque. “You’re kind of freaking me out—”
“I’m worried about the CMO…”
His mouth went dry as his hands lifted to his hips, “what’s going on—”
“This is probably inappropriate, me and you don’t know each other but I know that the two of you are something and she sleeps in your room and wears your ring around her neck—”
Poe waved both of his hands, shaking his head as he took a step forward, “that doesn’t matter, what’s going on Rep?”
“Ever since the General came over to talk to her the other day, I’ve been noticing some mistakes. Small things at first, mislabeling a file, putting supplies in the wrong bin, I just thought she was being spacey, you know, mind somewhere else—”
“What did the General come over for?”
He would have known if there was something going on, wouldn’t he? Something to stress you out… he thought it was just the nightmares…
He thought it was the nightmares shaking you up, he never thought that something having shaken you up would be responsible for the nightmares. The other day? That was when the nightmares started…
“She wanted to discuss a mission for next week, I don’t know, she only wanted the CMO.” Rep explained but shook his head towards the end, “that’s not the important bit though, today, she’s been a lot worse. Not spacey, she’s been somewhere else entirely and I’m worried.”
Poe blew out a breath, rubbing his hands back through his hair, “you talk to her about this?”
“I asked earlier, after she misdiagnosed an easy injury… she blew me off, she’s been like that all day today.” Rep continued, trailing off to a mutter as his stare fell to his twitching hands. “I didn’t know who to talk to, you know?”
“Yeah, coming to me was good…” Poe sighed, resettling his hands at his hips, “what does her schedule look like tonight?”
Rep shrugged, reaching for his dataPAD on his desk and scrolling for a few seconds before turning back to Poe, “She is on the clock until morning but it’s been a slow night, if you can convince her to leave, we can always page her for an emergency.”
“Okay, let me talk to her.”
Poe reached back for the door, but Rep stepped up again, “I don’t want to get her in trouble, I’m just worried. They aren’t big mistakes but—”
“Coming to me was good, Rep, you did the right thing.”
At least, Poe was pretty sure he did.
He wasn’t your superior, but he had been worried this morning, anyone else looking closely like Rep was going to notice something was up and he much preferred handling it with you than someone reporting you. Reaching behind himself, he grabbed the door and gave Rep one final nod. He’d find you and convince you to talk, or at least convince you to sleep.
And maybe once you were sleeping, he’d figure out what mission Leia had gone to talk to you about because the last time he checked, as in twenty minutes ago before he left the hanger, there were no new missions on the books. He didn’t think any planned missions would knock you so far out of form anyways, but the nightmares kicked back up in intensity a couple days ago, and by Rep’s timeline, that was the same day the General talked to you.
There had to be something to that, whatever the mission was—
“Poe?” You were turning down the hall for your office as you nearly ran into him exiting the same hall, mouth hanging slightly open as your brow furrowed. “What are you doing down here?”
“Looking for you… I hadn’t heard from you all day and—”
“You came to check on me?” You nearly scoffed, glancing over his shoulder to find Rep standing in the doorway of his office trying to look inconspicuous and majorly failing.
“No, I just wanted to talk to you.”
“I’m busy—” You tried to brush past him, but he merely followed, “Poe—”
“Just two seconds.” He held up his hands in surrender and you had no choice but to accept, letting him follow you into your office.
“What do you want?”
Rep really wasn’t lying. You had been short with him this morning, but this was different.
You always welcomed his quick visits, at least gave him a quick kiss behind closed doors or a hug or really any show of affection at all. But this was short. You were being short with him and you weren’t ever short with him out of anger or annoyance, maybe because you were actually busy and rushing but you weren’t right now.
Rep was right to be worried.
“We didn’t get much sleep last night, I was just hoping you could go on-call for the night shift, come back to the room with me?” He asked hesitantly, hanging by the door as you bent over your desk, trying to make yourself busy on your dataPAD.
“I can’t—”
“Rep said it wouldn’t be a problem.”
You scoffed, shaking your head, “Yeah, well, he doesn’t control my schedule—”
“Babe, there’s something going on with you, come on.”
That got you to stop where you were, shut off your dataPAD and slowly turn back to him, “there’s nothing wrong with—”
“I’m not saying there’s something wrong with you, but there’s something going on. I know Leia came to talk to you, but I don’t know what—”
“This isn’t about that—”
He knew you well enough to know that you practically meant the opposite the way you said that and it only worried him further.
“If I ask Leia and she tells me what the mission is, am I still going to think this isn’t about that?” He cut you off, forcing his voice to dip into a level of authority and sternness he typically reserved for his cadets or strategy meetings. He didn’t like it, you didn’t like it, but it got you to stop fighting back.
You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the desk, but you were done fighting him.
“She had some questions about Bracca.” You let slip quietly from your lips as your stare found the ground.
Poe took a step forward carefully, “Bracca?”
“She needed some intelligence for a mission, it’s not a big deal.” You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders, putting your front back up even as he took another step closer, close enough to see straight through it.
“Babe, you’re not sleeping and you’re having bad nightmares again, it’s a big deal.”
“Poe—”
“Go on call for the night and come home. Talk to me…” He urged, taking a final step closer.
And this time, you couldn’t say no.
He didn’t understand yet. He just wanted to help and you finally wanted to let him.
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tags: open for story and the whole how wonderful series
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going batty part 17
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y’all mind if i *makes an uncreative akuma bc i wasted all my braincells remembering what my gi looked like with my sparring armor over it*
The moment he heard the crash, Damian was already in motion. Turning to Marinette swiftly, he blurted out a hasty excuse to allow her to transform: “I’m going to the balcony to see if I can spot Ladybug, if she’s still nearby. You check at ground level, she might be in helping civilians or something.”
He turned his back as soon as she nodded, climbing up to her balcony with practiced speed. He didn’t make a show of looking around; instead, he focused on what he could tell of the akuma from this distance. It didn’t appear to be inhumanly large, which was good. Fighting an opponent your size is almost always easier.
As he began to look more closely, maybe see if he could determine a fighting style or weaknesses from this distance, Ladybug popped up behind him. She nodded grimly to Damian, holding out a small box.
“Damian. You have proven yourself trustworthy and brave. I need your help. This is the Miraculous of the Black Cat. It has the power of Destruction. Will you use this power to assist me in this battle and return the Miraculous afterwards?”
“Of course.” Damian opens the box and a bright, glowing orb flies out and arcs in a lazy circle around him.
“Geez, Bug, not giving me any time to rest here, huh? Suit up, kid. I have a feeling my old kitten’s not going down without a fight,” Plagg drawled, coming to rest on Damian’s shoulder. “Claws out to transform, claws in to transform back, and Cataclysm to use you power. Five minute timer after you use it, then you’ll transform back automatically.”
Damian nodded resolutely, slipping the ring onto his finger. “Plagg, claws out!” A green light flashed over him, and suddenly, where before he had worn business casual clothing suitable for someone fifteen years his senior, Damian now wore a loose cotton getup with flexible armor over the top. His suit was breathable, noticeably not skin-tight, and sensibly armored. His ears weren’t the leather of his predecessor; rather, they were soft cotton with lime green stitching visible around the edges. His tail, loose and waving behind him, looked rather like a black belt.
He plucked a staff off his back, looking it over. An idea flared in his eyes, and he gripped the staff on either end as if to break it in half. He snapped it in two, and a chain formed between the two halves. He grinned, the nunchucks glowing a faint green around the top and bottom of either half. He put it back together into a staff before turning back to Ladybug.
“Alright. I think I can get the hang of it as we fight. From what I saw, he looks regular sized, but he might be deceptively powerful.” Ladybug nodded at him.
“Let’s find a closer vantage point and observe before we go in, see if we can figure out his powers or weaknesses.” The two hopped off the roof of the bakery, approaching the akuma as best they could without garnering attention.
Watching from a rooftop, Ladybug and Damian saw the akuma. He was an ashen gray, cracks showing up and down his body. He drifted along the street, not quite walking but not quite floating either. His feet bumped listlessly against the uneven road, and he flared red, growling at the ground. Molten, glowing red seeped from the cracks in his body, seething towards the stone that he had hit. It quickly melted, the spot where he had been focused clearing to reveal a singed hole.
Gasps went up from the couple civilians on the street. He looked up, gray once more, to see a woman with her arm around a taller woman, pulling her back from the akuma.
“Aww, young love. How sweet,” he crooned, his eyes beginning to darken. A faint glow grew within him. “Tell me, are you aware that you’ll inevitably break each others hearts? That you’re going to hurt each other in the worst way imaginable?” He threw his hand towards the couple and his lava began to shoot in their direction. “Love is a lie. Better to die by my hand than by hers!” he offered cheerily.
Before the lava could reach the couple, Ladybug was gone from Damian’s side. He couldn’t stop her. She dropped down in the line of fire, twirling her yoyo and stopping the lava from progressing any further. She dispelled it almost as quickly as he’d drawn it back.
“My Lady!” he chirruped with clearly false enthusiasm. “Are you here to return what is mine? Or do I need to show you how much betrayal hurts?” She growled, showing an immense amount of restraint by not having cut him in half yet- in Damian’s humble opinion, of course.
“You wanna talk betrayal, cat?” she spat at him, venom dripping from her words. “You were supposed to be my partner! You were supposed to support me and fight alongside me! Instead, you ignored battles to goof off or flirt! Do you know how many civilians died because of you, you stupid cat? Even though they came back, that pain sticks with you! Even though you didn’t directly cause their pain, you are the reason it was as bad as it was! Not to mention the sexual harassment. Do you even know the meaning of the word ‘no’, you dimwit? You put me in therapy. Not Hawkmoth, not my bullies, you. You were supposed to be the person I could trust above all else, but instead you just turned out to be another bully.”
With her every word, he had been glowing a brighter and brighter red. Damian realized too late that he had been goading her into making him angry. Just as he began to call out to her, buckets of lava spewed forth from the ex-hero’s hands.
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Hey congrats on your followers and um ily and I saw the request kinda thingy so I’ll chip in as well. Pisces, INFJ-A personality, she/her. I’d like it to be about Levi, nsfw and canon. I know it’s quite a stretch but even tho it’s nsfw maybe it can also be sth angsty with comfort at the end?? Like maybe they fought or sth bc of jealousy idk and then it gets sweet?? :( Idk if I’m making any sense but I trust u with this one cuz you’re amazing
thank u sm this was so sweet 🥰 I hope u enjoy nonnie! bout to write toxic!levi in this bih
Knight of Cups: when this knight is upright in a reading, he’s in touch with his emotions, he’s charming and charismatic, in love with all things beautiful. however, when reversed, the knight is moody and jealous with an overactive imagination. knights represent action in the tarot, and we all know the saying that actions speak louder than words.
mount everest - labrinth. "You could touch the sky, but you ain't got shit on me, 'cause I'm on top of the world."
warnings/content: Levi is toxic and jealous and slightly ooc, face fucking, mentions of penetrative sex, minors DNI.
Levi was convinced he was going to kill someone, namely, the drunken captain who was swaying just a little bit too close to you. After a successful mission beyond Wall Rose to scope out just how bad Wall Maria had been invaded by titans, Levi had joined his fellow comrades for dinner and drinks. The squads made it out with thankfully no casualties, a rare event that was cause enough for celebration. The headquarter’s dining hall was swarmed with military bodies, some new faces Levi hadn’t even seen before. Some were even calling this a party, believe it or not, getting plastered off their asses on wine.
When the captain had finally yanked your form away from the staggering man, his disgusting hands splayed across your waist, your eyes were wide open in appreciation to your savior. The unfamiliar captain had gritted his teeth, taking a swig of his personal bottle of wine, leering dangerously close to Levi’s face.
“Whaddya’ doing with my bitch, shorty?”
The crack of the man’s skull against the harsh floor was deafening, all chatter surrounding silenced in horror as blood splattered everywhere. Levi’s fist ached, knuckles already bruising, and your jaw was practically hanging on the ground in shock.
“You motherfucker!” the man spat a tooth out, hand nursing his bloody broken nose. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Sir, you can’t,” one of the man’s cadets, a young man with a bowl cut, quickly rushed to his aid, circling his palms around his biceps to bring him to his feet. “That’s Captain Levi, humanity’s strongest.”
Levi didn’t stick around for the rest of the conversation, uninterested in hearing the drunken captain’s slurring of threats. Levi’s grip was tight around your forearm as he escorted you out of the hall, various soldiers side-stepping out of the way to allow the fuming captain a clear path.
The door of Levi’s office slammed as he barked out, “What the fuck was that?”
You frowned, feeling a rush of anxiety fill your chest, “I was trying to get away from that man! He kept talking to me though, I didn’t want to be rude to one of the captains, sir.”
Levi’s fist came thundering down to the top of his desk, “Not hard enough!”
You blinked several times, finally catching on as you realized that Levi was jealous, “I wasn’t flirting with that guy!”
“Sure looked like you were to me,” he spat, teeth grinding together. “Wouldn’t you just love for that old man to take you to bed?”
“He wouldn’t be the first one,” the words left your lips before you could bite your sharp tongue.
Levi whipped his head towards you, bewilderment in his eyes, “Excuse me?”
“He wouldn’t be the first old man I fucked, sir,” you decided to clarify angrily, mentally digging yourself into your own grave.
Levi came barrelling towards you, gripping your chin and cheeks in one hand while his other pushed your back into his door, “First, you flirt with that disgusting excuse of a man, and now, you’re insulting me?”
You didn’t dare make a move, stubborn in your words as you felt desire flutter in your abdomen, “Did I stutter, Captain?”
He began to chuckle darkly, not a hint of amusement on his expression, “Get on your knees, since you’ve forgotten how good this old man fucks you.”
Before you could even will a muscle to follow his instructions, your pussy fluttering at his harsh tone, Levi was grabbing the back of your hair and forcing you down to the floor. His hand weaved into your hair while the other worked on the belt loops of his pants. His cock fell out of the waistband as it loosened, your own fingers coming up to pull the material down to his thick thighs. He was half hard, still well endowed, and you could feel the drool start to pool under your tongue.
He grabbed the base of his length, guiding himself to your wet pout as you licked your lips in anticipation. Had he not been so angry, Levi would’ve kissed you gently, working his own mouth and hands to satisfy your body before chasing his own pleasure. Not tonight, though, he was going to show you that you belonged to no one other than him, humanity’s strongest.
Levi showed absolutely no mercy, your scalp burning as he held your hair in a tight vice as he thrusted his hips deep into your wet mouth. He let out a deep groan upon hitting the back of your throat, feeling you gag around him due to not being allowed time to prepare yourself to deep throat the large length of the man. You sucked in air hard through your nostrils, brain turning to mush as your cunt clenched around nothing. You were so turned on right now, your panties dampening further as his hardening cock began sliding down your throat.
He brought his other hand to your shoulder, steadying himself and holding you still as he rocked back and forth on his feet, swearing profanities and curses. You kept your eyes on his the entire time, allowing the fat tears to roll down your cheeks unashamed. You knew better than to look away, and honestly, you really didn’t want to, Levi looked divine as he fucked your face.
Globs of spit trailed down your chin and throat, Levi pumping his throbbing cock in and out of your slobbering lips at a fastening pace. Your fingers twitched at your sides, wanting so badly to unfasten your own belt and rub your clit to the sight. Again, you knew better, and kept your hands at your side, awaiting Levi to release his frustrations onto you.
“Don’t you ever let another man’s hands fucking touch you, that’s an order,” his fat tip slammed into the back of your throat, a hard and verbal gag vibrated out of your lips, spit bubbling along the edges. “I swear, I’d fucking kill the man who ever dared to take you away from me.”
You were almost sobbing in desperation, your panties soaked thoroughly by now. Part of you wanted to pull away, grab Levi and gently kiss away his insecurities. There would never be another man that would hold your affection, it was only for your him, you’d promise him genuinely, leading the raven haired man to the bed for you to ride him into oblivion.
However, the rest of you urged yourself on in triumph as you rolled your tongue against the underside of his dick, feeling a thick pulsing vein against your tastebuds. Levi roared with a moan, his thumbs swiping softly under your eyes to wipe away your streaming tears.
“I’m gonna’ fucking cum,” his thrusts fastened, his fingers hooking into your hairline. You couldn’t take it anymore, unbuttoning your pants and ridding yourself of your belt noisily as your index finger made a hasty retreat into your sopping panties. “Fuck, yeah, touch yourself.”
You moaned as you finally began to relieve yourself, your slick lubing your finger as you circled fast patterns on your aching clit. You were feeling dizzy from all the stimulation, Levi fucking you stupid without even entering your center where you needed him most. You could envision his dick slamming into your core over and over as his hip movements became irregular. You felt jealous as his load finally busted deep in your throat, rather than deep within your womb, holding your face flush to his pelvis as his legs trembled, knees threatening to buckle. Levi was cussing vehemently, face scrunched together tightly as his cock pumped against your tongue, emptying every last bit of cum. You plunged your middle finger into your hole then, moaning and creating vibrations against his length, Levi hissing out in pleasure.
You swallowed the salty substance, not even tasting a drop from his tip being shoved past your tongue. He pulled his hips back as the last waves of his orgasm rocked through him, allowing you to finally take in some much needed breaths. His hard grip on your skull softened, his thumbs brushing against your temples in appreciation.
His softening dick fell from your lips with a pop as he whispered, “I’d strike down anyone who ever came between us. I’m humanity’s fucking strongest, I’ll never let it fucking happen.”
When Levi regained his erection after a few moments, he was pinning you to his bed, the two of you fully naked and exposed. He’d show you in all the ways he could that he deserved the heavy weight of his title as he pounded into your body. You mewled reassurances and sweet nothings into his ear as he brought you so high up in pleasure, his thumb working your clit. He held you close as he climaxed for the second time, kissing sweetly all over any exposed skin he could reach. He’d never say the words out loud, but humanity’s strongest had a weakness, you.
Still, Levi felt like he could conquer fucking anything as he brought you to your own high, your eyes rolled deep into the back of your skull. Levi kissed you deeply as he finished marking his claim to your exhausted body, head filled with nothing but love and adoration for you. You murmured you had loved him, and he had placed a tender kiss to your forehead as you drifted off.
Levi loved you too, but he’d never find the words to say it.
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ALISA SAVAGE is an ORDER MEMBER in the war, even though HER official job is as HEAD OF THE AUROR OFFICE. the THIRTY-ONE year old PUREBLOOD is known to be ENTERPRISING and VIVACIOUS but also DOGMATIC and NEUROTIC. some might label them as THE LADY OF WAR. fc: inbar lavi
so this is alisa savage, aka That One Obscure Auror Tonks Offhandedly Mentions in One of the HP Books (trademark pending)
pinterest boi
character inspiration: leia organa, hayes morrison, lexi branson, natasha romanoff, peggy carter, sara lance, jessica pearson, bobbi morse.
aesthetic.
high heels clicking on hardwood, the smell of fresh - brewed coffee, spilled wine, redacted information, smudged ink on parchment, the pop f i z z clink of champagne, quills scratching across paper, the satisfaction of reaching justice, lipstick stains on glasses, snakeskin and lace, the feeling you get when you step too close to a fire. messy blonde hair framing features that were once beautiful, but are now just tired. sharp whiskey and silent grief. honey eyes and tattooed wings beating against your shoulder, begging to be uncaged.
family ties.
ezra savage --- american ambassador, soon to be retiring. generally a playful, fun man, very personable and agreeable. it’s what made him such a good diplomat and father. he was a thunderbird when attending ilvermorny, where he met his wife.
hara savage --- former wampus!!! tiny and fighty and very very loving. a huuuuge spitfire. currently back in the states to help her sick mother.
damaris savage --- baby sis!!! was honestly the sweetest, most fun young girl. big dreams and even bigger imagination. she was a 22, a junior healer --- one of the ones who were killed during the siege, actually. surprise!!!!!!
childhood.
ALRIGHT SO the savages are actually an american pureblooded family!! though blood status typically didn’t matter as much in the states as did the way ezra made his way up to earning the title of AMBASSADOR. diplomat. emissary. whatever ya wanna call it!!
though the savages were also a later branch of the highly regarded ROCHE family, of the original twelve aurors, due to one of the women in the family marrying a savage.
alisa was born in 1949 america, which with all things considered, really wasn’t that long after the ordeal with grindelwald. but it was also 1949 in the united states, so the red scare was going strong when she was born, which was an entirely different sort of witch hunt than the one her wizarding community grew to know
with the red scare as a guise, there were some lingering anti-wizard people who used it as an excuse to go after wizards. again. but this time by saying they were communist spies!!!
she grew up in a wizarding world that wasn’t AS sheltered and concealed since the disbandment of the new salem philanthropic society just over two decades before.
the savages are spread all across the united states wizarding world, but this particular branch of them was fairly small and tight knit and centered right outside of new york city. much of alisa’s first eight years was spent bouncing back and forth between their home in new rochelle and the city.
after working as a translator for years, and growing from there, ezra finally reached a point where macusa and the president announced him to be their consul for the united kingdom’s wizarding world. this was v exciting for the family!!
so when she was nine, not long before she would have started her education at ilvermorny, the savages relocated to LONDON. fun!!! (sort of)
living on the wizarding world’s equivalent of embassy row and getting to witness this level of the government working was fascinating. her life from then on took the form of galas and exploring london with her mom (and eventually newborn sister, who was ten years younger than her) and mother and sitting in on some debates and discussions regarding foreign policies between the different countries.
a lot of political shit, but it also really shaped alisa?? it made her very interested in the mechanics of the government, and exposed her to how things WORKED. both in the ministry and macusa. it also displayed both groups’ PROBLEMS to her.
when she was 11 she was shipped off to hogwarts!!!
her parents didn’t want her on a different continent while they were still working in england, so after some discussion with headmaster dumbledore, she was brought on board
sorted into slytherin!!! her personality was essentially highlighted in slytherin, where her fire and drive and goals were celebrated, though her american background did receive its own criticisms. for the most part, hogwarts were some of the best years of her life --- she was a member of too many clubs to keep track, a keeper for the slytherin team, a top student, and incredibly social w/in her peers. sure she could be a bit.......biting sometimes, but overall she was v sociable.
then to now.
so after graduating from hogwarts, she went straight into the auror academy!!! though she was good at playing the social realms of politics, it was never quite as much her speed as what the aurors did. even back in the states she had practically idolized the men and women with these jobs, so it was no question what she wanted to do.
a very ambitious and determined woman, she fought and worked her way higher and higher up through the department as years passed. there was always that unspoken struggle of being a woman in a male-dominated field. but she was damn good at her job!!!! sometimes a bit of an annoyance to her peers when she would fight back on some decisions made on cases, but it’s bc she has a fucking backbone boiiii
so as she went from junior auror to senior and everywhere in between, she gathered respect. enough of a reputation as well, to be promoted to head of the auror office in january of 1980 at age 31. she is the third woman to hold the position and ALMOST the youngest, but not quite
she’s a workaholic so since her promotion you can catch her at the ministry even MORE these days
she loves her job though, and is v v committed to getting things done through the right means. off the clock she’ll do anything to get the job done, but when at work she’s v big on ensuring everyone follows rules and protocol when it comes to cases. she doesn’t need shit being thrown out the window bc someone didn’t go through the right channels or was a dumbass and did something out of line. they’re going to do it the right way dammit!!!!
oh okay right and the ORDER i need to talk about that
so basically she joined near the start of the war?? she was around 22/23 and a v fiery, excitable new auror who had a tendency to push her luck and speak impulsively when she shouldn’t have. but it was enough to get the attention of dumbledore and his small order at the time, so she was RECRUITED
sort of a spy but also not really
more does a lot of the strategy work, social warfare, my local ootp mom
helps organize missions n shit
personality.
LOOK I K N O W I SAID SHE WAS GONNA BE A KNOCK-OFF AMELIA BUT
she actually ended up being fairly different??? or i at least highlighted different traits than i usually did with mia
a detail-oriented big picture thinker. used to act more impulsively, but at this age she’s more likely to step back and take everything in before making decisions or calls and it’s what makes her a good leader, but also can be what makes her seem COLD
low tolerance 4 bullshit
quick tongued
warm hearted, ultimately
ready to do what it takes for the cause, but she also has a particular moral code that she won’t typically break
somewhere within the lawful good and lawful neutral spectrum ???
p aggressive!!! like she’s 300 pounds of fight me in a 140lb body, but also aggressive in a different sense? like she’s willing to step forward and do or say the things some might not, also ready to push and push and push until someone breaks
like she’s a potty-mouthed ball of rage from 1940s new york, come on
can be a lil dramatic :/
optimistic, but not naive??? like how leia had 100% in the rebellion but she also wasn’t fuckin stupid
i could get into this more but u know what, i’m still learning her myself
fun facts.
u think she has coffee.......but in reality, it’s coffee AND whiskey
gets into aggressive debates about quidditch
always wearing heels, like it’s a bad day if she’s NOT
always has her nails done, it’s v extra
“what do u prefer, men or women” “i have a preference for justice”
has a black cat that she would probably die for
would also probably die 4 u reading this but anywhomst
loves greek mythos and literature in general
but esp greek mythos
pretty n tired, probably hasn’t gotten a full night’s sleep since 1972
OH AND FORGOT 2 MENTION THIS FARTHER UP BUT she’s been more.......volatile since the murder of her sister during the siege. v Not Happy. sara lance when laurel was killed? it alisa.
anyway i want 2 add more and learn her more bc i’m EXCITED and on a ROLL and those character parallels up there are giving me SO MUCH INSPIRATION but i have 2 work 11-9 today and it’s 10:30 so gotta blast
come plot w me thank
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↬ hope everything stops without you.
date: late winter through spring 2020 / october 2020.
location: ash’s apartment studio / a hotel room in jakarta.
word count: 1,882 words, not including lyrics.
summary: ash thinks he’s writing a sexy song, but several months later it ends up being Sad. 🙄
triggers: metaphors about drowning because ash cannot shut up about his love = death metaphors. also, alcohol.
notes: creative claims verification
when he begins composing the song, it’s nothing like it turns into with time.
it’s a song created in the early months of the year and, at first, he’s not even sure if it’s a song he’s creating for himself. every time he tries to sit down and write purposefully instead of when emotion tumbles out of his mind and into his hands unintentionally, he keeps slipping back into the mindset of the album that had come before. he has a few songs he thinks might be a good fit for his next album, but nothing confirmed and set in stone yet, so his attempts come inbound from all angles, and he’s tired of the undue expectations he places on himself when he files them away under album4 in his computer files.
this time, he makes a conscious effort to clear his mind with a cup of tea (something he only drinks once in a blue moon) and he sets the color-changing light fixtures in his studio to a deep blue to prompt a brain reset. it’s nothing more than a brainstorming session for tone and themes initially. sultry, deep, slow burn, are all words he jots down and decides will be a good fit for where his creative mind lays at the moment. ash falls comfortably into the gentle and familiar lull of a personal musical brainstorming session when he sets aside the determination that it has to be a song for him.
ash writes out musical ideas — keys and chord structures and rhythms. between each idea, his pen swings back and forth in front of his crouched head dangerously close to his teeth, but he pays little attention to it. he could be using his computer or phone or a tablet to take notes with, but ash likes the rawness of a pen and fresh notebook of paper in front of him. if he’s not on his computer, he isn’t reminded of all the the half-finished and barely-started tracks filed away.
if it’s sultry, he wants it to be understated. ash’s lip twitches up humorously as he imagines a track that could be used for nothing but the obviously sexual. that wouldn’t see the light of day, for himself or for anyone else, unless he were to redirect it through his connections to some underground artist with loads more freedom than anyone he knows personally, but he figures those types aren’t looking for an idol to write for them, even on the off-chance they can afford the price bc demands for ash’s songs in order to make a pretty penny from their portion.
ash envisions the song would be a good fit for a girl group or a female soloist with a solid grasp of groovy pop-r&b. silhouette or lipstick are the first groups that come to mind (go figure), but bee or fuse could deliver the tune he has in mind well on one of their darker albums, too.
instead of anything obviously tantalizing or seductive, he shapes the chords and notes around a feeling. it’s being wrapped up, entangled, not in the object of affections, but in the feeling of flying.
floating, he decides, and scribbles down a few words about being in the middle of the ocean just above the line where rays of sunlight dissolve into complete darkness before he’s gotten as much as he can out on paper without experimenting on the computer himself.
he ends his first night working on the song on a positive note, and by the time his phone rings out with the alarm that would have pulled him from his sleep had he ever given himself to drift off in the first place, he reclines in his chair and he breathes a sigh of relief.
it’s rare ash ever gets to commit himself to one song fully for an extended period of time. there are too many schedules and deadlines for more pressing matters for him to rely on everything to come together smoothly in studio sessions focused on the same track one after another, so the song evolves slowly over the period of weeks. he crafts a movie scene out of the song. the soundtrack for a dark take on a modern romance comes to mind, and so he fleshes out the track with a more fully-formed melody and a strong and driving baseline that, at times, reminds ash of the sound of the pounding bass of a crowded club from inside a private room. a club is a setting ash is pretty damn familiar, even if he’s not getting up to the steamy intimacy of modern romance in private rooms at said clubs.
the track’s beat is one he imagines can be danced to, but not with break-neck hip hop or hard-hitting krumping like boy group dances often incorporate these days. more accurately, it’s a song that could be grooved to. attempts at choreography are far in his past for the most part, so he doesn’t imagine the moves he’d put to it, but he can see singers dancing smoothly behind a microphone or maybe bringing out chairs.
uptempo songs aren’t his specialty when it comes to working with his own voice, so he skirts away from anything that would be too quick in tempo. he doesn’t want to be accused of trying to recreate what he’s already done with past album tracks either, so he settles the beat somewhere in the middle just below 100 bpm, searching for just the right speed to make someone want to snap their fingers along with the song. he finds it and later ends up working those snaps into the production around the bridge. the song beginning as a slow motion scene in a film he doesn’t know the script for yet as well as he thinks he does.
he builds the song bit by bit over late nights after schedules and when he finally bumps into one of the other writer-producers at the bc building, he asks them if they can check out the track. in return gets unexpected praise for it.
“keep working on this. flesh it out into a full track and lay down real lyrics. i don’t think you need anyone to add to it. it’ll get too busy,” one of them replies in a short text to ash and he’s lucky they’re not face to face to see the nervous expression that crosses his face at the realization he’s not sure what real lyrics would sound like. the song could be complete as it is, but that’s not how releases in the idol industry work. no one wants a wordless r&b instrumental.
his own pride loses out and a week later, ash asks the same producer to help him write lyrics. lyrics are supposed to be what ash is good at. he’s had help with his production and even his compositions, but lyrics are what he’s usually trusted with. he’s supposed to be good at them, so it’s embarrassment and a little bit of shame that colors his cheeks when he shows up to the studio session with the producer.
even as they sit and brainstorm lyrics back and forth, ash continues to struggle. it reminds him of when he’d still been learning korean and his teacher kept admonishing him for circumventing vocabulary words he’d forgotten with long explanations of simpler words. if he weren’t so damn attached to the song and so married to his pride, he’d have respectfully withdrawn himself and let the bc producer piece together the lyrics instead. as it is, he has to keep being reminded to simplify and he begins to feel out of his element.
is he stuck in a box of his own creation with how he’d crafted the track? he’d had a perfect vision in mind putting notes together, but something about putting words to it comes off empty. it’s as if the song is rejecting the identity ash is trying to put on it and the thought makes ash shift in his seat. of course music isn’t a person, but he wonders if he’s been around bc so long that he’s now doing to his own music what bc has done to him.
when he leaves the session, he leaves with lyrics that are barely his, that feel more like a sheet he’d been handed before going into the studio for a night song than a story he’d chosen to tell himself, so he hides the track away, decides it’s better off to consider it as still lyric-less, and ignores it all because he knows what it’s not meant to be without knowing at all what story it is supposed to tell.
not yet, at least.
he comes off stage numb and returns to his hotel room in the heart of jakarta without exchanging a single word with his manager.
it’s one day after his fall out with youngjoo and six days before the deadline for his album and the ground that had once made up the space in between has fallen out and plunged him into the blackest, deepest part of a freezing cold ocean.
there’s no point in swimming upward anymore because he’s swallowing salt water by the mouthful and his mind is growing foggy under the weight of the bacardi he’d had waiting for him in his room.
he pulls the track up by accident. words on the computer screen begin to bleed into each other as the night grows deeper and his bloodstream grows more diluted with liquor, and a click aimed for something else brings up an instrumental he’s all but forgotten about.
the notes that come out of the laptop speakers aren’t what he expects and his lungs clench, pushing air out of his lungs at the slow build. he hadn’t noticed before, but the song is so empty. it aches and seeps from the hole in its very center. it echoes off of nonexistent walls pressing it in.
you were what i needed to breathe,
a rope to pull my two hands above water.
i was drifting in the middle of an ocean
and you were the heaven that let me live.
after we broke apart, i opened my eyes,
and i was swept away in the deep darkness.
my heart is submerged underwater.
the waves of the song are no longer the gently lapping brushing of the sea at the shore as lovers gaze up at the stars.
that’s what they’d once been, but he’d ventured too close to the foamy whiteness and it’d grabbed his ankles and pulled him under, so much deeper than he’d planned to venture. it’s obvious now that the waves had been a warning sign. there’s no such thing as peace with playing with the laws of nature.
nature is stronger than any human can be, and so is the heart.
he’d never meant to wade into youngjoo so deep he couldn’t climb back out again. he’d taken the risk before and had barely gotten out, gasping for air. he’d been a fool who hadn’t learned and his heart’s wreaking wet, bloody punishment on him for thinking he could be stronger.
instead of floating on the tranquil surface of lust as he’d been a year ago, he’s drowning under the force of something so much stronger. (he’s spent half of his life learning how to swim through the waters of affection, and this is what he gets.)
he’d tried to fight it (tried to fight her), only to discover it was already too late and now he’s drowning alone in the middle of the pacific ocean.
sinking deep at night.
underwater.
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👐silent nsfw starters for victoria & matthew zebby & elijah (bc i wanted to write them but didn’t have prompts so :shrug:
it was a whole event. a whole ‘stand in front of your mirror in different outfits for an hour’ type of event. the kind of event where she shaves and then shaved again. she put on her stockings to fit over her boots and make sure her dress didn’t have any crinkles. she braided her hair back but made sure to pick out just a few strands meticulously. applied on the faintest lipstick and lip gloss before she was out the door, giving howie a scratch.
it was the second... maybe third date? she didn’t really count the time where only days after their first date, she had complained about craving cookie dough, and he was buzzing at her building entrance, roll in hand. of course, it was more so licking it from his fingers and making out on her couch than her actually enjoying her cookie dough. but it was always polite. he always left before midnight, hands in his pockets tell her how pretty she was and what a nice time he had. but they’d only seen each other twice since starting this. and even that second time, there wasn’t a ton of talking.
but she came up where he told her to come. sent her the address and she searched it days prior. she texted kermit to make sure the address was manageable. kept it vague that she was going on a date but he didn’t pry. only told her it was a green light address and navigation would be easy. the day before she went just to make sure she’d be able to find her way. she didn’t tell elijah that the surprise was ruined for her, she just showed up on the day with her dress crisp and her makeup nice and everything was good and nice and she walked into the tattoo shop and she grinned, waiting to be noticed.
she never went to his work before. they weren’t really like that before all this. she knew what he did and she liked staring at all the ink on his skin but she never asked much about it. never asked about his work. of course, he was working when she came in so someone else came up to her before he did. “what cha in for hun?”
she peeled away from watching him, her smile still on. “i’m just waiting for elijah.”
“ah,” the gruff man nods. scruffy beard, tattoos up to his chin. he’s grinning too, nodding his head. “we been expecting you.”
“yeah.” she feels the heat creep up her face. “well i’m here.”
“guy wont shut up. all day it was yap yap yap. you are cute as a button though, look at ya. he wasn’t kidding.” the man lets out a laugh from his belly. a warm and inviting type, regardless of the external appearance.
“did he call me that?” she looks up, not sure if she’s flattered by that or not.
the guy lets out a whine as he bops his head back and forth. “not those words exactly, and there were some other words in there. here---” he steps forward, arm outstretched to a chair. “have a seat hun, he’s just finishing up.” he walks over to the counter, grabbing a binder and handing it to her. “here’s a bunch of his stuff you can look at. sure he wouldn’t mind you seein’ his sketches.”
she sits, taking the binder into her hands and looking. she did flip through the pages. she’d never gotten a tattoo before, nor did kermit, so it wasn’t a world she was familiar with. she liked art--- loved it in fact. but this was a different kind of art that she hadn’t fully inserted herself into before. it was cool. a self expression of a different kind. she hadn’t even made it all the way through before she saw a pair for feet in her eyesight.
“hey.” a soft voices calls above her. she looks up, seeing the grin on his face, which instantly makes one on her own pop up. “what are you looking at?” he chuckles, slowly taking the binder from her lap. “oh man.” he laughs.
“i love them.” she smiles and nods, her hands now pressing to her legs. he still got her palms clammy. “i’ve never seen anything like it. you should show me more.”
“come on,” he shakes his head, bending down to loop his finger around some of her’s, tugging it until he can fully grab her hand and pull her up. “we’ve got places to go.”
“that guy i talked to was really nice.” she adds, holding his back just as tight.
“yeah ricky’s cool. he own’s the place.” he says, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.
“it was lovely meeting you, ricky!” she calls over her shoulder, giving the man a wave as he stoops over someone’s arm.
“you kids have fun!” she gives a wave back just as elijah tugs her out the door.
they start walking down the block, rounding the corner to the small parkinglot beside the building, “that’s so nice, i should come by there again. you know, it’s only about eight blocks form my apartment. totally in the green zone. i could bring you lunch some days and you can show me sketches---”
“zeb.” he laughs, turning around abruptly to grab her face in his hand. he only gives a beat of silence to hang in the air before he’s bending down to press their lips together. the fire comes back and she’s using her empty hand to clutch the front of his jacket, leaning into his lips. he does this. he sends fire running through her body at any time. he can take her and burst her into flames and she wants more and all of it and they just get so wrapped up into each other.
it only stops when they hear a loud thud. zebby jumping back with a yelp and his arm instinctively wrapping around her. a moment of heightened anxiety and rapid heart beating and they look to the sound. it’s a window, where there of his coworkers-- ricky included, and standing there. ricky giving them the ‘shoo’ gesture. elijah clicks his tongue, flipping them off before he’s turning his attention to her. “you okay?” his eyebrows knit together.
she’s got her eyes closed now, focusing on her breathing and the feeling of security she’s getting with his arm around her. she counts every feeling she can. the feeling of her feet on the ground, the feeling of her soft jacket, the feeling of his hand gripping her waist. her earrings that bump against her neck. she counts her breaths and nods. “i’m okay.”
she hasn’t told him much. it’s always hard telling people. she’s told him about the memory thing and she had to be open about the anxiety or else they’d wind up with a big problem on their hands. but there’s never been specifics. it’s never a fun conversation, and when fun is really all they’ve been having, she doesn’t want to ruin that, even if she thinks he might be okay with it.
but there’s always the part that wonders if he wont be.
he brings her hand up to her lips, kissing her fingers. “all those things you said were so cute.” he mutters against her skin.
she smiles, her eyes still shut. she’s still counting.
“if you come by can you make me pb & j?” he kisses her wrist. “we can sit in the back and i can draw on you and you can feed me raspberries. they’re my favorite, in case you were wondering.”
she lets out a laugh, finally opening her eyes. “you wanna draw on me?”
“like we’re in forth grade again, yeah.” he continues kissing her fingers. “anything you want.”
“okay.” she nods. she leans up, kissing his cheek. “thank you.”
he nods, releasing her from his grip and walking back to his car, throwing his backpack in the backseat once they get in.
their first date was at one of the art museums by his place. picked her up, took her to dinner, and they walked around until the place closed. she told him that the way a person looks at art says a lot about them. it was a lot of her talking--- of course it was a museum she’d been to many times before and she easily took him to her favorites. but she liked sitting down, and just asking him what he saw. she liked listening. like holding his hand and tracing his arm as she concentrated and pictured what he pictured. and she always told him it sounded beautiful. when he asked why, she explained that it’s a beautiful thing seeing the world in such different ways. he kissed her in one of the alley ways after when they got ice cream. pressed a hand against her stomach to keep her still. kissed her deep but soft. a kiss that feels like a tear. one that makes her feel seen.
this time he took her out of the city. someplace quiet. he said in the car that he remembered at one of those pet things that sometimes the city gets really loud all of a sudden and it’s hard to feel. so he took her to a garden. the kind with plants from all over and they could walk through and all she’s really hear is the hum of the fans, or the flowers of water. she sat down at the koi pond, watching the fish move through. she asked him if he could draw a fish on her first. he raised an eyebrow and pulled a pen from his front pocket and set down next to her. she held out her arm and pulled the cap off with his teeth, holding it between them as he started doodling. it wasn’t very large-- sketched out on her wrist was a twisting koi, more beautifully done than she could have imagined. she kept looking at it the rest of their walk.
she started asking what some of his tattoos were, pointing to the ones that were more obviously exposed. he told her. then he asked her random questions. ones that got long winded responses in return even if he didn’t even ask. it was easy talking to him. that or she just really liked sharing with him. because every time she did, he just looked down at her with this crinkly look on his face that made her knees go weak.
he tried to pick her one of the flowers but she swatted his hand away before he could. she said he’d have every opportunity to get her flowers, he didn’t have to defile a garden for that.
every time they sat down, there’d be a moment when he’d look at her and her cheeks would get red. he’d start looking at her lips and she’d do the same. even one moment he put a hand on her thigh and it only made things worse for her brain. but then he’d lean in and they’d hear footsteps of another person walking by and they stopped.
he took her to a cute little sandwich joint for dinner. one where the tables wobbled a bit and there was old posters on the wall that were a bit sun bleached. she talked about how kermit would have loved this place. he asked when he’d get to meet the famous kermit. she blushed and shook her head, explaining he was very protective, and it would probably be a while.
“he must be intimidating.” elijah said, sipping his water.
“not at all. he’s just grumpy.” she laughs.
the sandwiches were really amazing. she asked if he’d been to this part of town before. he hadn’t, just done a bunch of research. it gave her the mental image of him on his laptop at night, looking at all the restaurants they could go to. it warmed her, knowing he worked that hard to bring her somewhere good.
they were paying at the counter when he saw her eyeing the jar of cookies. he bought them one of each, and they sat on the hood of his car while they enjoyed their respective monster cookie. she talked about her ridiculous sweet tooth, and how she’d sometimes have to make late night runs for brownie mix just to hold her over. and even then sometimes she got lazy and just had spoonfuls of the batter.
he kissed the chocolate chip off her lip. she felt his hand on her bare thigh and it made her skin tingle. he played with her brain between his fingertips and hummed when her teeth scraped his bottom lip.
they laughed the whole car ride home. he kept making jokes that had her wheezing. had her begging him to stop so she could catch her breath. at the stoplight he’d just look at her with an open-mouthed smile, watching her cry from her laughter. she told him she couldn’t handle it anymore. he said he’d stop, but his smile was still so bright.
it was dark. it was late. he pulled into the spot he normally does and he walks her up to her door. there’s a smile on each other their faces. she’s got her head tilted up towards him as he looks down, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
“you wanna come up?” she asks quietly.
“what?” the words take him by surprise, eyebrows raised. “it’s like nine, zebs.”
“i know.” she nods. “but you can if you want.” she unlocks her door, holding it open for a second as she looks at him, and after a moment, her lip raises in a smirk. then he steps forward, following him into the building.
she presses the elevator button, clasping her hands together as she waits. “i have had a very nice time, elijah.” she nods. “thank you.”
“you’re welcome. i also had a very nice time.” he says, a bit more caution in his tone.
the elevator comes, and she steps in, with elijah not far behind. she presses for her floor and keeps her eyes forward. “did you want to watch a movie?” elijah says carefully.
“maybe.” she shrugs.
the elevator opens, and she’s moving out, down the hall and too her door. she grabs her keys and unlocks the door. with a flick of the light switch, she sees howie’s head pop up form his place on the couch, but he doesn’t approach.
elijah closes the door behind himself and takes off his shoes quickly after zebby removes her boots and socks. she turns around, looking up at him. she takes a single step closer, her arm falling to drop her purse on the ground. she then uses her hands to push his jacket off his arms, knowing his eyes are closely studying her. once his jacket’s off, she hangs it on the rack, sliding her’s off herself slowly, putting it in the same spot.
her fingers--- soft and delicate, push up at the hem of his shirt. gently, they brush against the skin of his stomach. she hears a sharp inhale, she looks up through her lashes only for a moment, her hands then sliding under his shirt, over his chest, around his waist, over his back. he follows suit, his arms reaching up behind himself to pull the shirt over his head, tossing it on the ground.
she takes another step closer, looking up at him now. lips parted, eyes wide. her hand wraps around the buckle of his jeans, tugging him ever so slightly closer to her body. an arm instinctively reaching up to her arm.
“zebby.” he sighs.
she nods, pressing her lips together. “take me to bed.” she says quietly.
it’s all he really needed to hear. stooping down, he picks her up under her thighs, lifting her so her legs wrap around his waist. her fingers run over his shoulders, around his neck. looking down at him she gives him a small smile before she’s leaning down to kiss him. almost the moment she does, he shoulder checks her into her doorway and she lets out a quiet yelp.
“i’m so sorry, babe.” he clutches her closer, one of his hands coming up to her face. “are you okay?”
she laughs, her hands coming up to cup his face and kiss him again, this time shorter, more frequent kisses. “yeah i’m okay.”
he laughs back, only to kick the door shut behind them, setting her back on the ground. and she stands still for a moment, letting the chuckles die in her chest before she’s left looking at him again and the desire comes rushing back. the point where she’s bringing her fingers to the hem of her dress, slowing pulling it up to expose her skin, until she’s got it over her head and tossing it onto the floor.
he mutters something about how beautiful she is, and then he’s picking her up again, placing her onto the bed where he climbs on top of her, hands running down her body, feeling every inch of her.
they spend the rest of the night feeling every part of each other. listening to every sound they make, every feeling that feels good. he makes her scream and he makes her speechless. her toes curl and he moans profanities. he fucks her slow and he fucks her hard. between rounds she asks him why they hadn’t done this sooner. he says something about romance but she’s not paying much attention because she’s kissing him again and he feels he’s ready to take her again. she’s not even sure when they mange to go to sleep but she’s glad she doesn’t have to be at work the following day.
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