#and i dont write for hq ... yet

[bohemianblasphemy]

First, let me just say that your writing gives me LIFE 😭 If you are still taking prompts/headcanons, I just can’t help thinking about But her and afab virgin reader 😭

Like, she is in her twenties and the fact that she’s never had sex makes her feel so insecure. It somehow comes up in a joking manner while the Boys are hanging out, and she is SO embarrassed. But Butcher just fucking freezes and it makes him feel like a creepy old man but by god he is turned on 😮‍💨

He can’t stop thinking about being her first and if it actually happens or just stays in his pervy mind is up to you 🤭

oh my gosh you are so sweet thank you!!! i have had a fun time writing this, so i hope you enjoy, i may do a follow up if people want more of this 👀✨

a bottle of whiskey, the Boys and Never Have I Ever. what could possibly go wrong?

it’s 10pm at the Boys HQ, the tables and chairs are push out and all are gathered around a bottle of cheap whiskey and everyone is feeling… relaxed, as much as they really can despite what is happening around them.

“okay okay what about we play… Never Have I Ever?” Annie giggles, earning groans from Hughie and MM. “Annie, i have not played that shit since high school.” MM complains, earning a laugh from the group. “oh come on M, it’d be fun! everytime someone has done something, we take a drink. it’ll be fine, just have a bit of a laugh…” you laugh, looking around the circle. your eyes follow around the circle from Frenchie and Kimiko smiling at each other and around to butcher, who is surprisingly quiet.

“okay i will start… never have i ever been caught having sex.” Hughie states boldly, grinning over at the sour expressions of those who have been caught before, except for you. “ y/n belle you have not?” frenchie questions, capturing the attention of those around you, especially butcher.

it has been something that has been surrounding you for your whole life. sex hadnt been something that has happened to you yet - being in your 20s you saw it as something that was embarrassing despite there being nothing to be ashamed of, but you wanted it and you exactly who you wanted it with.

Butcher. he had consumed so many of your thoughts, you’ve caught yourself staring at him so many times in the office- imagining those big strong hands on you, touching every inch of your body, kissing down your neck and chest to your most sensitive areas…

“i-I haven’t… not yet, but hey let’s got next round!” you laughed nervously, keeping your head down. butchers eyes don’t leave your body, the cogs in his mind turning as his thoughts are consumed with you.

a few more questions went around the circle before it was butchers turn. “this is a stupid game why do i hav’ta do it?” he groans, a bit tipsy from the drinking. “cmon man don’t be a sour puss just fucking ask a question.” Hughie exclaims, earning a giggle from both you and Annie. butcher rolls his eyes and utters “never have i ever NOT had sex” grinning as everyone moans “that is a silly question butcher… of course we all have.” frenchie the swigs of whiskey go all around and stops in front of you, but you dont take it.

the room is quiet, all eyes on you and your face goes red with embarrassment. “y/n you’re a vir-“ Annie questions and you admit “yep i am, i know- what a shocker!” you say sarcastically and put your head in your hands, not wanting to meet the faces of everyone around you. “ oh mon amour, we need to get someone to… help you with that” Frenchie says, earning a light punch in the shoulder by kimiko.

Butcher says nothing, his eyes boring into you, drinking in the sight of your reddened cheeks. he has always had an attraction to you and found himself turned on at the thought of taking you - imagining you coating his cock with your soaking cunt and becoming undone on him for the first time. his thoughts were interrupted by you standing up saying you had to leave and rushing out of the office.

“cmon Frenchie you embarrassed her! why’d you say that?” MM questioned, Frenchie replied “maybe so then butcher can finally make a move on her instead of eye fucking her from across the room.”

[chubbylesbianwitch]

Matching Bruises

Pairings: Hobie Brown x chubby!gn!reader, both spider-people

A/n : pls dont come for how i attempted at writing hobies accent, i did research some stuff hut idk if im doing okay at applying it 😭 and i am once posting at 2am so excuse if its dog dookie

You sighed as you rolled your shoulders to relieve the tension and pressure that was placed on them. You just spent a good few hours helping out the spider hq set up machines to slow down the damage that was being caused by an anomaly in this dimension. You had finished your tasks and became bored as the others were taking their sweet time doing their part, so you looked around to see if there was anything you can do to temporarily cure your boredom.

You did find a large brick of a border that was loose so you went over, stepped onto it and just leaned your body weight back and forth, making it rock back and forth. It kinda reminded you of how you would imagine a pirates ship would rock back and forth.

But apparently, you were so off in dreamland that you didn’t notice your friend, Hobie, split up with the group just to stop right in front of you. You didn’t notice him as you were far too busy in dreamland, so he placed his fingers on his chin, and stated at you, as if he was an art critic staring at a statue of a goddess. Observing.

After what seemed like forever, Hobie finally waved his large hand in front of your eyes.

“Oi! Anyone in ‘here?” Hobie spoke, snapping you out of your little dream.

“Oh,” You blinked a bit to wet your slightly dry eyes. “When did you get here?”

“Been ‘ere for a couple of ‘ours,” he shrugged.

“What?!”

“Kiddin’,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes under your mask, but then yanked his mask down. “Whats that for?”

You mimicked him and shrugged your shoulders. “Bored,”

But right as you finished saying that, the machine you had placed started beeping so you had to go to check on it. You went to go step off of the brick, but you didn’t realize that your other foot was stepping on your shoe’s lace. So you tripped and fell, RIGHT into Hobie.

Your foreheads connected in a violent manner, but Hobie was quick and wrapped his hands around you, to stop you from falling, and then helped you up right.

“Tryin’ to take both of us out?” Hobie questioned as he kept his grip on you.

You rolled your eyes but then tried to get out of his grip, but he had a firm grasp on your soft body.

“Hobie, let go,” You tried but he refused.

“Why?” He hummed. “My hand are cosy ‘here.”

“Hobie..,” You tried once again with no success.

You felt his hands resting on the softness on your back and hip, but for some odd reason, you felt safe and protected with his arms around you. You both just stood there, just in each other’s space, in each others bubble, soaking in the contact, but the beeping from the machine as yet to stop. You tried one more time to get out of his hold, but with no results.

“Hobie, please,” You tried once again. “The beeping is getting annoying.”

You felt him sigh but eventually lets you go.

“Tie your chunks, yeah?” He reminded you as you left but you held a thumbs up in response.

But as you were walking away, your brain registered that Hobie had a very pink tint to him. So you decided to tease him a bit more to see if he would turn even more pink. Once you knew he was looking in your direction, you blew a small kiss in his direction.

But… you couldn’t tell if he got more pink.. but you swear that he did.

[siasthoughts]

Rs, I just wanna say I LALALOVEEEEEE your work so much?? Like I genuinely adore the way you write. I dont even know anything about Love and Deadspace but I read them for the sake of enjoying your writing. You're such a good author, keep up the amazing work!!

Anywhomm, I would like to request a room 3 with me and Tamsy Caines from Gachiakuta PLSSS. Something with incorrect use of his Tokushin and blindfolds for heightened sense). I ask for the reader to be female also. You can desgin the room (add details) however you see fit author ♡♡!! Ty

꩜ .ᐟ 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒? ִ ࣪𖤐

── .✦ 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐘 𝐱 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓!𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓: you just decided to help around hq by cleaning, and everything was going normal, until you went into tamsy's room. you came across something you shouldn't have, the watchman book, and of course, he catches you in the act.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: maybe ooc? i tried my best to keep him in character tho . dubious consent/cnc . ROPE PLAY DUH . fingering . teasing . edging . (lowkey) sensory play?? . orgasm denial

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: HIII OP!! thank you so much for the kind words it genuinely made me kick my feet... 🤭 i hope you enjoy this, and hoping i don't disappoint! sorry if it the character may fall out of line too LAWLZ

wc: 2.3k

it was a mistake, really. you didn’t mean to see him conspiring about his ‘true plans,’ you were only trying to clean around the headquarters and you ended up stumbling across something you shouldn’t have. a book that held the watchman logo… in tamsy’s room.

and of course, he caught you there. his eyes weren’t like the calm, guiding man you knew of, they were wide, and only on you. he blinked a few times, and suddenly, that dark gaze you felt and saw was gone.

“dear, what are you doing here?” he asked, walking towards you in a calm demeanor, though you could sense an underlying anger in his steps.

“i… i was just cleaning the place…” you stammered, fidgeting with the broom in your hands as your gaze flicked to the ground.

“really?” his voice was low and sardonical as he leaned down, closing the distance to a mere few centimeters, his eyes flick over to the book that sits on the drawer behind you.

his mind ran through ways to get to it without being even more suspicious, if he could just get it, he could erase your memory of it, seems easy enough… right?

“hmm, semiu didn’t say anything about a general cleaning today…” he straightens his posture as he casually begins to walk past you before the question that you’ll quickly regret slips past your lips.

“do they know you have that book?” you murmured, gripping tightly onto the broom, clutching it close. you hear him freeze in his steps, and swiftly, you turn yourself to try grab onto the book.

but you find yourself suspended mid-air, some firm ropes binding and straining your arms, “you’re a smart one… aren’t you? i knew you would’ve tried to fight back.” he smiles almost maniacally as his tone remains cool and collected.

he walks in front of you, his gaze bordering on condescending, “i don’t think just making you forget it would be enough now would it…” he mutters, his all-too-familiar smile dropping.

“i really appreciate your determination, but we both know we can’t just let you walk around knowing this, no?” he leans down, staring straight into your eyes, his eyes sending a foreign feeling down your spine, “and just doing this the easy way would be boring…”

after a few moments, you feel a firm, larger type of fabric wrap around your eyes. “w-wait- i promise i won’t tell anyone!” you stammer out, and you hear a mocking chuckle fill the room.

“now we both know that isn’t true.” he laughs, and before you know it, your consciousness fades.

you wake up, finding your limbs still bound yet clothes still intact, this time you're tied to what feels like a bed, your arms and legs spread out in four different directions. “tamsy…?” you called out, trying to wriggle out of the ropes digging into your skin, “please, i promise i won’t tell anyone!” you shout, but you hear no response.

is he giving you a chance to break free?

you don’t waste a second as you try to pull at the fabric with all your strength, but you only find them tightening even more. “now i wouldn’t do that if i were you…” he hums, “you’ll just be making it harder on yourself.” you feel a weight sink down onto the mattress beside you.

your vision was still dark, and each word suddenly feels so loud… the breeze feeling sharper and colder…

you wince as you suddenly feel a warm presence against your forearms, in stark contrast to the cold air that permeated the room. your breath begins to come in short, shallow pants as you feel him lean in closer.

“it really gets that adrenaline pumping, doesn’t it?” he whispers as he slowly slides his fingers up your arm, you feel it creep up onto your shoulder, “please…” you whimper, your voice cracking under the fear.

“shh, there’s no need to be scared,” he comforts, although it doesn't really help being tied and blindfolded, “embrace the sensation.” you feel his breath warm against your skin as your body shivers, the unexpected keeping your muscles tense.

“ease into it…” he purrs, his fingers sliding to your neck, tracing the columns as you gulp, attempting to swallow your fear. “are you… gonna kill me?” you ask bluntly, and you feel his hand stop its journey.

“no, of course not.” he chuckles lowly, the sound reverberating in your ears and all across your body. “then what… why are you doing this?” you frown, then you begin to feel his fingers continue its travels.

“is it so wrong to have a little fun every now and then?” he responds wittily, his fingers tracing through the center of your chest. your breath hitches at the touch, “this is ‘fun’ to you?” you retort.

it doesn’t seem like he enjoyed that comment.

he stays silent for a few seconds as his hands make their way to your stomach where he fans out his fingers, splaying it across your torso. “you know the next thing you need to learn is what to say and when to say it.”

“you’re feeling every single touch, aren’t you?” he continues, trailing his fingers lower, then they find themselves on your hips. you hiss quietly, trying not to give into his words.

his small smile drops as you don’t respond, and you feel the ropes dig in even tighter into your wrists. “again, you’re just making this harder for yourself.” he huffs out, leaning back.

you feel yourself let out a breath, one you didn’t even know you were holding as you felt him pull away, though his hand was still sat still on your stomach.

“fine then.” he huffs out, patting the plane of your torso before taking his hand off. “wh-where are you going?” you stammer out, your voice sounding weaker than you intended.

he chuckles, “i thought you don’t want me here, and now you’re eager to know where my hands are off to?” he hums, and you hear some rustling.

bzz.

what?

“let’s make this more… enjoyable.”

slowly, you feel a vibrating sensation nuzzled in between your legs. “ngh!” you whimper out as your limbs start to flail against the firm binds.

tamsy is clearly- not to you it’s not clear since you’re, well, blindfolded, but… he’s enjoying this.

he licks his lips as he holds the toy against your clothed cunt, “go on, make some noise. don’t worry… no one’ll hear you.” he speaks, and you can hear that smile in his voice as his free hands began to map out your body once more.

you pant, squirming under the binds as you buck your hips subconsciously, the movement amusing him. “see… there we go, doesn’t it feel good?” he coos, his touch feather-light.

he leans back to look down at the toy, “oh? what’s this?” his fingers rub against your now damp heat, “your body seems to be enjoying this well.” he chuckles, his voice pricking at your ears.

“tell me, do you want more?” he questions, seemingly confident in what your answer will be. your chest heaves as your limbs finally stop in defeat, quitting on trying to free yourself.

your body shivered from the unasked pleasure, and tamsy still quiet as he waited for your response. “yes…” you huff out, your pussy tightening around nothing, the vibrations sending sparks across your nerves.

“good girl…” he purred, his voice buttery as he took away the toy. and instinctively, you try to follow after it, bucking your hips to look for any sort of friction. “now, now… let’s be patient.” he whispers, inching his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms, the movement painfully slow as it left you squirming, trying to urge his touch faster.

“mm…” he hums, reveling in your eagerness as he tugs at the stretchy fabric, before letting it snap back against your skin, making you flinch. “do you want me to go lower?” he smiles, what sort of question is that? of course! “i won’t do anything if you don’t speak up…” his voice drops to a monotonous tone.

“y-yes… go lower.” you hesitantly obeyed, circling your hips to meet the warmth of his fingertips, “since you were an honest angel, sure.”

he gently pushes his hands under the fabric of your bottoms, his middle and ring fingers rubbing the damp fabric of your underwear, chuckling at the sticky residue.

“seems like you’re all worked up already… do you want them inside?” you nod, he grins as he finally brings down your pants, along with your underwear. you feel the cool breeze graze your sensitive skin, yet you could feel his burning gaze on it.

you feel a blush creep up your face at the thought, “stop staring…” you murmur under your breath, “how did you know?” he laughs as he slides his fingers along your folds, getting a grasp of your body.

“all this, because of a bit of teasing?” his fingers play around your entrance, just inside enough to feel it, but not enough to enjoy it. you pant restlessly as you squeeze around the tips of his fingers.

“please…” you breathe out, your back arching.

“again?”

“p-please…”

“since you asked so nicely…” he pushed his fingers inside, nice and slow, making a sharp gasp push through your lips. you feel his free hand tenderly rub your jaw, in some sort of act to comfort you. you could feel each inch of his digits fill you up, hyperaware of each movement.

“there… you’re doing good.” he reassures as his fingers begin to move inside you, flexibly curling, “does it feel good, hmm?” he whispers, his thumb caressing your cheek as he starts picking up the pace.

your moans quickly filled the room as his pace became unrelenting, but his words remained tender. “you can take it, i know you can…” the lewd sloshes of wetness against skin mixed in with your noises of pleasure.

his hand travels from your cheek to your hair, stroking softly as his other hand inside you didn’t even stutter in its pace. your body shivers as you feel that familiar knot coil within your stomach, your skin burning even hotter.

“close… i’m close…” you whimper weakly as your body writhes under his ministrations.

“right here?”

he curls his fingers in a spot that made you see stars, as you freeze, he smiles, continuing to rub and thrust them into that spot. your legs shiver as you teetered on the edge, that knot threatening to snap. your eyes blink under the makeshift blindfolds, hoping to see anything to predict his movement.

“mm, you can’t finish until i say so though, alright?” he adds, just perfect. “w-what?” you stammer, confused. “you can’t finish until i say so.” he repeats, this time stern. “but i’m so-”

“you heard me.” his tone lowers as he thrusts them harder, making you whine out. your voice echoes off the walls, forcing you to hear your audible pleasure. “not yet…” he reminds as that feeling in your stomach tugs at you, your body shaking.

“just a little more…” he whispers as he leans his head down, placing a soft kiss down onto the smooth column of your neck, pushing that pleasure further. “please… i can’t…” you beg quietly, your voice cracking.

“you’re a strong girl, aren’t you?” he mutters, his lips pecking the skin just under your ear. the ecstasy nips at you, your throat spilling with vocal evidence of your pleasure, the feeling of his digits striking that perfect area, the dirty wetness of his fingers pistoning in and out of you…

“come.” he whispers.

and so, you do. a strangled moan escaping you as you finally let go. the recoil of the delayed pleasure shooting your nerves, as his fingers slow down. your fluids painted his hands, “ah…” he leans back, pulling his fingers out.

he stares down at his fingers, shining in your essence. “you did so good.” he praises, bringing those fingers to your lips, “do you want to taste our efforts?” you pant, catching after your breath as you feel the warm liquid nudged against your skin.

slowly, you parted your lips, darting out your tongue to taste it. the sweetness coating your tastebuds, “tastes good, doesn't it?” he smiles as he pulls his fingers from the warm embrace of your mouth.

after a few moments, you feel your limbs regain their strength and grip as the ropes fall loose, the blood finally circulating through them once more, and eventually, your eyes find light.

it was a dim space, and you see tamsy sitting next to you, that familiar smile greeting you as he wipes his hand with some tissue that sat on the rusty bedside table. “i enjoyed this.” he flatters, looking down at you with a casual gaze.

“but… it’s too bad i’d still have to make you forget all this…” his face sardonically drops, “wait what?” you stare at him, your eyes flashing with shock, “but i promise! i won’t tell anyone!” you try to persuade.

“i can’t risk that, knowing you especially.” he leans in before picking up the book and opening it, the pages crackling, “wait, hey- no!” you frown, trying to reach for the book.

but before you know it, your vision blackened.

you wake, in your room with the light greeting you through your windows. your eyes shoot towards the roughed up alarm, 7:51! you were supposed to have a general meeting at 7:30!

you scramble, slipping into your boots and looking at yourself in the mirror, dusting off your clothes and pants before rushing out. you run through the corridors, trying to find the meeting room.

“over here!” a voice calls out, and you turn to see tamsy, peeking his head out of the meeting room door. your eyes widen, a weird sense of unease numbing your veins.

but you ignore it, hurrying towards him, “thanks… i overslept.” you nervously laugh as you enter the room, everyone else being there already. tamsy’s arm wraps around your shoulders, encouragingly patting you forward as everyone else welcomes you and jokes about you being late for the first time.

it feels like you just forgot a weird dream you had last night.

[jareauiisms]

welcome to the Emily Prentiss scene! are you a writer, blurber (idk if that's a word), and just a general Prentiss lover?

also, if you had any emily headcanons that you'd be willing to share with the class, I wouldn't be opposed 👉👈

well hi there!

im more so of a blurber and hc fanatic. ive written once or twice and gotten some really good feedback, but i dont plan on writing much :3

i am a general prentiss lover, though! im obsessed with emily. her and elle greenaway are my two fav characters of absolutely all time (and yes, im a prentaway shipper.. if that doesn't tell you how desperate and gay i am—)

i am willing to share some of my hcs though, 100%!

⋆˚ 1. emily definitely can and will decide to strap you down at late hours of the night once she returns home from a case. you can expect her to be tired yet so needy. she wakes you up with a whole bunch of kisses, soft praises, and whines. "hi baby, im here–" and definitely "i missed my girl–". she's definitely whimpering the whole time, though. she misses the way you felt. fingering herself to a few polaroids she took of you when you guys have sex (im gonna piggy back off this idea in a sec, just you wait) and the pics you always send her.

^᪲᪲᪲࿐໋2. emily prentiss and her love of cameras. i could definitely see her as someone who usually has a digital camera and a huge, meticulously organized google drive folders. one folder specifically is dedicated to you. she loves taking pictures of you after sex (with consent, because its very sexy). she takes pictures holding your face, hand grasping your hip, your thigh, or your ass. she keeps this for her cases when she's away. its her saving grace. she also really enjoys polaroids. she has a polaroid in her phonecase of you two at a party garcia held. i like to think she has a few mint tins that are filled with polaroids she's taken or you've taken, whether it's in the kitchen or in the bedroom. she loves taking pictures.

☾⋆｡��� 3. sex @ headquarters. theres definitely been some times when she's in hq, stressed about cases, and definitely also sexually frustrated just because she thought of what you and her did the night before. looking at the pictures didn't help. she goes off in her head, replaying the sexy scenes between you guys, yet it still doesn't get the job done. so she calls you. she sometimes makes up a little lie, like she forgot her lunch at home or forgot a file, or she's sometimes so straight up with you. so you go into hq and straight to her office. you really would also wanna catch up with everyone, but you can't leave your girlfriend horny and hanging alone in her office.

you get into her office and she immediately makes sure her office blinds are closed. once thats done, she puts you under her desk, and she unfastens her pants. you get a birds eye view of the soaked, lacy black underwear she put on this morning. the pair that you loved the most on her. you could smell and feel the arousal radiating from her. without thinking, you quickly tear the underwear off of her out of desperation. and you begin your relentless assault on her dripping pussy. her hand slides under her desk, and she tugs at your hair, pushing you further into her pussy. your nose brushes her clit as you violently eat her out. a simple: "fuck, baby" escapes her lips. you know shes pleased.

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

thats all for now :3 i hope you enjoyed anon!

[tsumuus]

₊✩‧₊˚ 555 follower event ! ˚₊✩‧₊

i just wanna start off by saying tysmmm for even being able to reach this many followers😭!!!!!! i never would have thought my silly little stories would have even gotten as much engagement as they have been. truly so shocked. even tho ive started my senior year and my schedule is starting to fill up i really want to free up some time to do this event for you guys. ive received nothing but support and encouragement from you all and its more then i could have ever asked for! <3

as for the actual event itself, i really don't have a theme, i just want to give you guys a chance to request anything that you'd like (just don't be weird and keep it pg, im 16😓).

this event will last from 9.2.24-9.23.24! feel free to start sending in requests beforehand so i can plan accordingly!

i typically write for mha and hq, but i am willing to write for other fandoms. just ask in your request the character, and if i write it, just depends on whether ive seen that show or not lol!

(follow my first tag to stay updated with this event !)

reblogs are always appreciated <3 !

prompts and event masterlist under the cut !

₊✩‧₊˚ prompts ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #1: love languages

in your request, send the character of your choice, your top love language, + any other specific details you'd like me to incorporate

here are some fics i've alr written that follow this prompt: physical touch w bakugou; words of affirmation w kirishima

prompt #2: dialogue/quotes

in your request, send the character of your choice, and any sort of dialogue or quote or something of the sort

examples:

"im not in love with you anymore" "i didnt know you ever were"

"you were everything" "you were a wonderful experience"

"i would've been there for you, through everything" "i thought you knew"

(yes i know these are all tiktok sounds idc its all i could think of)

prompt #3: song lyrics

very similar to prompt #2. in your request, send the character of your choice and any song lyric or song in general you'd want me to incorporate

ive written a good amount of these before but i never really liked how most of them turned out, yet here are a few of my favorites: falling behind, bakugou; pleaser, kaminari; reflections, atsumu

prompt #4: character matchup!

this is something new that i havent tried doing before. in your request, answer the following questions, and add any details you think i should know to help me figure out your perfect match! if you request this prompt i'd prefer you don't do it annomous but it’s up to you!!

questions:

what fandom/anime(like mha or hq) do you want the character i match you up with to be from? would you prefer a character whos male, female, or do you have no preference?

romantic or platanoic matchup?

describe your personality.

your top love languages.

your hobbies/pastimes.

and anything else about you i need to know!!

please be kind and patient with me as i try to figure out and plan everything accordingly thatll also not interfere too much with my schedule! any hate or negativity will result in you getting blocked! that being said, i also dont want to have to deny or delete any requests but my creativity does run out and i do get hit with writers block sometimes so if your request for prompts #1-3 happen to not be working w my brain capacity(???) im sorryyyyy!!

₊✩‧₊˚ event masterlist ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #1: love languages

₊✩‧₊˚ akinori konoha + acts of service ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ tenya iida + quality time ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ hitoshi shinsou + physical touch ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ keiji akaashi + words of affirmation ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ katsuki bakugou + acts of service ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #2: dialogue/quotes

₊✩‧₊˚ toru oikawa + “you don’t hate me” “i could never hate you” ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ neito monoma + "im not in love with you anymore" "i never knew you were" ! ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ katsuki bakugou + “i wanted her to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair’ ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #3: song lyrics

₊✩‧₊˚ izuku midoriya + sailor song ! ˚₊✩‧₊

prompt #4: character matchup!

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[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 50: New Perspectives (Normal P.O.V)

I lay on the bed, my head lost in a haze. My body burning with exhaustion and strain. My virus flowing through me like a raging river trying to heal the after-effects of birthing my children.

I could hear the voices of those close to me. Gale and Jill were talking in the hall with hushed tones. I could hear Cryo Wolf talking with Nighthawk. Wolf was chewing out Nighthawk like a father would. But the closest sound to me was Albert, humming.

I couldn't tell what he was humming, but the sound was soothing. I heard a soft coo and a chuckle. Then I could hear them, my little ones. The soft, gentle breathing of newborns. I opened my eyes to a heart melting sight. Albert holding one of our children humming his shades on as if not to scare them.

I smiled, "What time is it Albert? Have I been out for a while?"

I saw a smile form at the edge of his lips, "Not at all, my precious lotus. The little ones finally got to sleep. I went ahead and filled out the paperwork, though I think you should use you B.S.A.A. contacts to get the official birth certificates. I used the names we discussed, though. You did an amazing job, Tabitha."

Wesker, more often than naught, was a man of few words and fewer emotions. Yet, in this moment, I saw a sparkle in his eyes that I hadn't seen since the nineties. He had a look of pure joy.

"Who are you holding?" I chuckled softly, pushing myself up to anyone sitting position.

"The girls are still getting checked over by the doctor. Tabitha, meet Erebus, our son. The firstborn of our triplets." Wesker said, handing me him.

The small child had Albert's blonde hair, and the moment I saw his eyes when he looked up at me, he had my original rich chocolate brown. The viruses didn't pass down. It was a bit of a shock, but deep down, i felt relieved.

"He is amazing, Wesk." I sighed, holding little Erebus close.

I felt my heart flutter, a rarity for me. After eight years of fucking hell, something while not originally in my plans felt right. A desire over two decades with a glimmer fruition finally with in my grasp. Even if my hands were sweaty and clammy.

"Hello, my sweet little Erebus, a lament my heart never had the chance to express. You don't know how long I waited to meet you." I whispered silently as I pressed my cracked lips against his forehead.

"My, my... someone has become poetic in their absence." Albert teased softly as he fills out a birth certificate.

"Hardly, I had to come up with different affirmations. Repeating the same thing to yourself will only make you stuck." I chuckled with the lightest tone of mirth in my voice, "but you are right, Albert. I'll contact someone in the B.S.A.A. and have him submit ones. Could you give me a moment, Wesk? We dont need my contact thinking you're over my shoulder."

I had a serious look on my face debating on what to tell O'Brain. I wondered if he had retired to write that novel he always wanted to. I felt it deep inside, the itch that had now been burning since Alex captured me. My mission... It must continue. Even if it meant losing everything in the end.

"Of course, my lotus, I'll go check on Evelyn and Eva. Do what you need to." Wesker said, walking from the room.

I waited for a few moments, and Cryo Wolf walked in, handing me a sat phone, "Here, Boss, I'm going to head out with Nighthawk. We need to head back to HQ, don't we? I know that look in your eyes. Your fire got doused in alcohol didn't it?" He asked his icy eyes, looking sharp.

"That's right, Wolf. I won't let the world fall, but I can't let this fade either." I said my voice melancholic and strained, "I'll find away. I always do."

With that, I dialed Clive. The ringing was like a droning pain in my heart. The tone pressing on my developing migraine. I felt pressure from all sides, I could not be caught by any side again. I had to play the spy for Wesker, I had to be the double agent for the B.S.A.A. and the world. I had to be the mother my children needed. Most importantly, I had to hold myself true and heal the scars. If I can't, then he couldn't either.

"O'Brian, what's your handle?" O'Brian asked, his voice held an edge.

"Pheonix reporting in, reborn from ashes." I spoke, making sure I couldn't hear or smell anyone, "mission back on rails."

I heard Clive gasp and trying to get himself together, "Tabitha, how?"

"It's me Clive, even if i fall, i come back... That's why you gave me the moniker Pheonix all those years ago. Your intel banks will be flowing soon. This Pheonix is guarding her nest. Three hatchling, their flames are bright, my friend." I spoke.

"The report, you were pregnant. You need documents for them." Clive sounded exasperated but relieved at the same time.

"Yes, I'll have archer send the information...put the last name as Redfield. My children dont deserve to be hunted for being their parents' offspring. Archer will be your contact point from now on. I'll be his. It'll look better coming from a soldier not seen in the hands of the enemy." I spoke, "Pass this to Chris and Claire for me."

I took a shuddering breath, "Be careful, but you've got a fire with you burning in the shadows. That flame won't be extinguished."

"Tabitha...No... Pheonix, you know you are walking a fine edge." Clive said a breath of shock in voice.

"A thin fragile edge, between evil and justice. A fractured path towards the golden hour from the blue hour. I know, Clive. But I need to believe that dawn will be bright and lovely." I sigh, "From now on and to the future, that's the way the barrel of my gun is aimed."

"Understood, agent Pheonix... you are relieved of duty." Clive spoke reluctance heavily laden in his voice.

"And to you, my friend, I say thank you." I hung up and shattered the phone.

I stood up, my muscles fully regenerated. The muscle atrophy from disuse a meager distant memory. I eventually everything shall fall. It's a grim mentality, but it was necessary from this point and on.

I was a failed Umbrella experiment at one point, a Pheonix at another point. Yet I knew with a cold and unforgiving certainty what I was now. I am a shadow of the woman I once was and the woman I could be. I walked a road that neither side wanted.

With a shuttering breath, i stood up. I looked to Cryo Wolf. I hand him the sat phone. He knew my resolve was firmed now. This was a new facet of me.

"Your daughters are being brought up soon. Eve Angeline and Evelyn, they look more like you." Wolf spoke.

"Well lets hope they got my best traits." I chuckled.

"You're set on this path, huh?" Wolf smirked.

"That's right, I'm fine being the bad guy. So long as the future is bright." I said, looking out the cracked window, "project fallen, begins now."

Hey, everyone, silfarianhawk here! Sorry for the long delay but after roughly 48 rewrites and months of irritation and road blocks, i posted this chapter and move on  to the epilogue. But don't lose interest, dearhearts, for resident evil: Fallen angel is beginning. Till the epilogue, my name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away. 🪷

[smoked-salmon-official]

my ass got paramount plus so yk what that means MORE EARTHSPARK AU VICKY

im currnetly dying of a disease called ES vicky brainrot so feel free to slide into my inbox and talk about it w me [pls pls pls pls pls]

i promise the whole long thing is worth a read i had sm fun writing it

-megatron and optimus tell vicky that they are going to have some fucking FUN and they gotta go w mo, robby, thrash, and twitch to dot's nature center or whatever the fuck its called. vicky really doesnt want to go but their dads are trying so hard to undoom them from the narrative and yea people pleaser so they go

-unfortunately vicky is yet another cybertronian [war criminal too] that megs and oppy conveniently forgot to mention to ghost

-victory gets caught up in the ghost shenanigans as well and end up hiding and then making an escape w the others

-its actually fun being like a little kid again, it reminds them of when they snuck around bot and con bases just havin fun w bee and hot rod

-when they fall into the holographic pit trap vicky is like im not fucking paid enough for this. but actually when optimus's silhouette falls over them they throw themself in front of the kids almost instinctively... found family moment

-okay imagine how mortified vicky is for their dad to catch them in the glorified glue trap w these losers

-okay now OP is panicking a bit bc while he does care about the new bots and needs to hide them ofc, he absolutely cannot and will not let anyone else get their hands on his kid, not when hes failed them so many times already. he thought that sticking them on the farm would keep vicky out of trouble, but clearly not... OP moves wildly between treating vicky like a child who cant defend themself and a dangerous war criminal/decepticon, but yeah he does genuinely love them

-vicky is not thrilled about being stuck in their dads trailer with a bunch of arguing kids. however, they do try to calm the situation down to literally no fucking avail

-OP is playing it cool but hes terrified of anyone taking vicky away from him - again [never mind the fact that HE sent them away to the fuck ass found family barn]

-vicky is like dying laughing hearing OP give his dead pan scripted ghost speech

-the kids go off gallivanting in the ghost HQ and vicky follows them because cmon man they love fucking shit up. they wander into... oh shit. megatron's training room set to fucking unicron level 14 (i had a laugh at this)

-vicky is having the time of their life right now. like genuinely they love sparring ! they love fighting ! and theyre killing it bc they learned to fight from lockdown and scourge and pretty much trained w the djd until they were so exhausted they couldnt walk. [and also homerotic sparring sessions with vos ofc]

-there's a brief moment of pain though, twitch's double swords remind vicky of their own swords, a gift from the DJD. they lost them somewhere during the earth final battle. it's okay though, they still have their built in swords from ya boy lockdown

-upstairs, OP is like "lets go get our kids !" and dot's like "OURS ??? THE WEIRD HUMVEE DUDE LIVING IN MY BARN IS YOUR FUCKING KID???"

-op's like ... yea ... dots like dont fucking tell me megatrons the other parent. OP's like boy do i have news for you

-the kids ask vicky where they learned to fight like that and they just kinda look away bc. sad. [their friends from space are who knows where, tarn is dead, and the rest of the DJD is holed up in peaceful tyranny 2 bc its too dangerous for them. and they stay on earth for vicky, even though it sucks for them]

-when dot hugs mo and robby OP does the same w vicky omg its so sweet. while OP worries for them and doesn't want them getting into anymore danger [just wants a quiet life for them where they can both learn to be better and heal], he's glad that vicky's able to get up to some childish misadventures and chaos every once in awhile

-on their way out, vicky sees all the cons locked up and ... technically, they suppose they're a bot now, but these are their people ! megatron abandoned the cons, but vicky sure wont ! and it just hurts them that theres no one to fight for the cons on earth who just want a hom etoo

[wrldwqv]

"Leave a message"

Lover of Lover

Mason enters the train station and walks up to the front counter.

Worker: Hello there sir, by the looks from that bounty poster over there your Alex Mason. Pleased to met you, you got mail from Aubriana Hubert.

Alex takes the letter and hands the worker one dollar. He sits down on a nearby bench and reads it.

"How strange it is, that two souls so aligned should be kept apart—not by choice, nor quarrel, but by the cruel hand of circumstance. I have thought of you each day since we parted, not with bitterness, but with the quiet ache of what might have been, and, God willing, what might yet be.

There was never a moment between us I did not treasure. In all the distance and silence that followed, I never questioned the truth of your heart, nor the bond we shared. It is the world that was unkind—not you, not I.

The hours have moved slowly, as though time itself mourned our separation. I have written your name a hundred times and spoken it into the ceiling. If you have thought of me—if even once your heart stirred with memory—then perhaps you will understand why I write to you now.

I do not seek to reclaim the past, for it cannot be unwound. But I hope with all that is in me that we may still build something new, something truer for all we’ve endured. If fate allows, I would walk beside you again—not in secrecy, nor sorrow, but in light."

Alex was more enraged of the Black Hawkes and saddened that he wasn't there for her. To comfort her and protected her. If he had the choice he'd bring her with him but she was doing chores while he was out being sold.

He thought and decided to write on thr back of the paper. Quick Summary, "I love you." He hands it back to the worker

Worker: Replying? Dont worry ill get it sent in no time.

The Black Hawkes never worried about Alex because they thought he was dead until 1898. Where he raised their main hq solo. They now know hes alive and definitely capable. Most are scared while the leader plots a plan to get back at him. Maybe bribe a new member of his gang and sabotage their plans.

@dawn-vampyra @ask-henry-and-friends @icilarastudios @notpoliticalcarrot @aux320

[seiwas]

selly my beloved!! hello! i hear you have been dealing with assignments and assessments...and so have i 😭😭. that is why is bring you unending hope and a healthy amount of spite to help you get through it lmao 😤

i watched mha you're next today - have you watched it before? out of all the anime movies you've watched so far which one is your favourite and why?

hope the end of april goes wonderfully for you, my friend! ✨️

birdie hello!! it’s been a while 🥺 both of us powering thru our assessments like 😤😤😤 i believe in us!! thank u for the unending hope and healthy spite 🥹 i have done every conceivable “productive” thing to procrastinate writing this paper and now i have no choice 😀😃😀😃😀😃😀😃

i haven’t watched it yet but i rlly shud!! out of all the anime movies i’ve watched so far tho… hmm..

for a ~shoujo one, i rlly liked:

tamako love story (but that’s having watched the series too!!) - very cute, and i got soo attached to them 🥺

the violet evergarden movie!! (also having watched the anime) - bawled my eyes out lol

for a standalone, words bubble up like soda pop is one i rlly liked!! - very cute!!

as for a ~shounen one i like:

mha: heroes rising - this one was craaaaazy with the animation

also hq: dumpster battle!!! - iconic and sooo good, the animation was wild also the framing of scenes idk!!! the direction was really good i think

i realised i dont rlly watch that many anime movies 😭😭 what about you??

i hope april is going wonderfully for you too, birdie!!

[trashworldblog]

hey guys im gonna write about lore now because im a little drunk and i have Big Feelings and Ideas about the puppet show. LETS GOO!!

ok so some background: we know the substitute [the hologram professor] was defenestrated by ryan at the end of last season. we also know that defenestration doesnt ALWAYS mean that the person dies. (also can a hologram die? sources say probably not. i mean he can kick and bite but just because he can manipulate matter doesnt mean he can die per say. he can probably recharge.)

we ALSO know that the power box and victory algorithm are outside of watcher hq in the dumpster. this was revealed in 6x01 and DEFINITELY not a mistake. im like 95% sure this plays into what happens next.

so whats my theory???

i do think this season is gonna be pretty chill lore wise. i think after 4 and 5 we deserve this little victory lap and shane is gonna give it to us. im almost positive there wont be any post show lore bits (except for MAYBE the season finale) there might be more breadcrumbs along the way though! and i will be looking out for them

when we DO get into lore times, i think the most likely things to happen is something that threatens both the professor and beef boy or one of them. i think we explored alot of the internal struggles with their friendship and i think their friendship is solid and earned now. (and it feels repetitive to make them not be friends again). ive kinda been waiting for a team up, and im very excited for this to happen!!

so, my #1 theory is its probably gonna be the substitute coming back to get his revenge. probably with a little help to. top suspects are 1) genie, 2) the devil, 3) asmodeus? and 4) secret fourth thing (a character we dont know about yet) i am curious about what the substitute is gonna do with the victory algorithm. in the lore scene where hes watching the machine count, it really does seem to just be a machine that counts points like jokes and puns along with correct answers, and all it does is award a ticket for the winner. i dont see how that can be manipulated into being helpful for him.

we also gotta get those little puppets out of the wondreum arena!!! and the professor doesnt seem to know that they're stuck in there!!!! i think that is also gonna play a role at some point, but i can't quite place where it falls yet. maybe the substitute will mention it and the professor will be like ??? WHAT??? maybe that's first on the professor's priority list??? maybe they'll get them back before the substitute comes back? idk yet. but its definitely a factor and something to keep in mind. i remember the substitute saying that god said that they could send one representative to earth to figure the whole mess out anf they sent the substitute, im just curious how any puppet was supposed to do anything about that??? are they supposed to bring their now unanimated objects to the wondrium arena for the puppet souls to inhabit??? idk but im excited to see how this part gets resolved cus i wanna see the little guys get outta there.

[randomwriteronline]

THE YESTERDAY QUEST (band) LINE-UP LETS GOOO

ever since i described the hellish possibility of a lesovikk-varian-chiara-zariah-orde-krakua (+ gelu) toa team as an emo band the thought "ok but what if they WERE a band" has plagued my thoughts and hands, so here they are!! in human form bc ive just discovered anatomy and i cant do proper bionicles yet. i dont trust myself

i also have like. Lore about them. sort of. also pls help i need to figure out their clothes

Lesovikk (guitar) looks like he crawled out of a dumpster at all times but he does actually have a place to stay, he's just Not Doing Good. He can shred the angriest riffs you've ever heard but at heart he's a melancholy boy forced (by himself) to be Fucking Mad. Leader on the sole basis that the others would be worse. Usually cranky but turns into a bashful sunshine the second his friends Idris and Sarda show up, and it's super weird for everybody else to see him like that

Chiara (bass) is an old school punk who has bitten at least three people this month and fistfights Orde daily. They met at a concert while she was trying to swoon his sister and he kicked her in the knee. Fixes up the instruments constantly because their hq is a humid basement that messes the wires and stuff all the time. Most competent musically but hellish at human relations

Orde (keyboard/keytar/guitar) swears he had a psychic experience at a rave because the music was just So Good. The only ones backing him up are a bunch of guys who claim he brain blasted them during it and hate him. Cyberpunk guy. The band is named after a 26-books-long mystery-horror-sci-fi-psychological series he failed to write and Chiara will tell EVERYBODY about it much to his hatred

Zariah (drummer) hit a growth spurt at 13 and the rest of his body is still trying to catch up to it. Heavy metal goth who funds the band via his job as an ironmonger and metallurgist. No clue what he or the others are doing, he's just here to beat the shit out of the drums. Despite looking Not Approachable when people want to talk to the band they go to him because he's the least off the shits

Gelu is technically part of the band in that he drives them to places because none of them have a license or a car. His own car is a mad max death trap he built himself in his old days as a member of a fairly peaceful motor gang. Sometimes he still dresses up in "uniform". Universally beloved by the members of the band. Actually likes hanging out at their gigs to watch them perform. Also helps Lesovikk via therapeutic make out sessions (they're not together)

Krakua (vocalist) can fit so much volume in him. He needs to stand six feet away from the mic or he'll blow it up. Every single time he pulls out the heavy metal growl the audience is Blown Away. Scene kiddo, youngest here. His hair is Like That because it used to be shaved and he's growing it out. MIGHT have been in a cult but nobody is sure, it remains that he lives with Zariah for now

Varian sings with them sometimes but isn't a stable member of the band. She and Orde are siblings and he loves her very much but is too angry to express it normally. Goth who hangs with a bunch of normal people and her friend Norik who might have a crush on her which is why the rest get roped into going to concerts of her older loser brother's screamo cover band

[greycappedjester]

me after the latest hq@hg chapter: no guys like i promise you i am SO normal right now

oh oikawa and your complicated relationship with magic and ushijima, never change

also the TINIEST crumbs of iwaoi, tsukkiyama, bokuaka, and kagehina and yet i am full.

alsooo omg is osaaka (or whatever osamu and akaashi are called) gonna be a thing??? tbh i dont really care for them but i LOVE some good ol’ romance drama

speaking of romance,,,, asanoya,, they had me in near tears (and a bit flustered i did not expect it to get like that haha). but tell me why i’m scared now that something’s gonna happen to them.

and all i can say about the end is,,, why is that giant dude everywhere BUT six feet under -_- (also pleasetelllmeyoudidnotjustkillakiterupleasepleaseplease)

this chapter may be one of my favorites out of the entire series..im not even gonna lie. beautiful beautiful work!!

:)

Ahhh I'm so glad you liked it!!!!

Oh Oikawa's complicated relationship with (spins a wheel)....uh, everything. It's such a joy to write.

Sadly no osaaka. Akaashi just trying (and failing) as a way to use him for happier visions. Don't worry tho Akaashi makes his own relationship drama, he's a go-getter like that!

[taniushka12]

tagged by @autisticwriterblog!!! thank you, 🤗🤗💞💞

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

on ao3 just 79! been posting there since 2015 but im a busy bee u_u

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

177103 😌

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The most I've written for in the past decade are Haikyuu -> Wolf359 -> Tma -> Alwake

4. Top five fics by kudos

Antropofagia (147) the one and only jon/martin ive ever written where web!martin eats a guy and then ponders about his humanity w/ his boyfriend

Lipstick Stains (143) Jon/Tim/Sasha fluff ♥

The dance of the spider and the flame (126) web!martin/desolation!tim fluff (pseudo fluff? its fluffy to Me) w/ a side of meta

Ridiculous monster man (118) Jon/Tim angst 😔

Un hombro en el cual dormir (86) Tsukki/Yama fluff ♥

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! sometimes it takes me a Considerate amount of time but I always leave them unread until I get to do it ;o;

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

sticking to remedy (for this and the next question) id say Clouds of pink and storm, where Alice experiences the final reunion w/ Alan in aw:an but then wakes up, assuming it was merely a dream and that he's still dead ;_;

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hypothermia where Alan gets out of the dark place and can finally sleep in peace surrounded by the people he loves ♥♥♥

8. Do you get hate on fics?

one (1) time in my first tma fic, but I just deleted it and moved on ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (joke on them bc that Is my most popular fic lmfao)

9. Do you write smut?

sometimes. I hate writing it almost as much as I like thinking abt it, which puts me on a difficult position 😔

10. Craziest crossover?

😶 do not have one..

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i translated many of my hq and w359 fics from spanish to english, if that counts!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope! im pretty protective of my stories... although I lowkey wanna try it sometime, making aus and stories with people is Fun ;o;

14. All time favourite ship?

ALL TIME FAVORITE is hard, but as of Right Now its alan/alice/barry and any permutation of those three ♥ i love them ;o;

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the hannibalesque au... a martin/elias fic that was supposed to be my tma magnus opus, last time i opened it it was pushing 20k and quite literally only needed two scenes to be complete, but also thinking abt tma always puts me on such a sour mood and, while i love the ship, i couldn't care less about elias himself,,, still love the fic but god getting into the mindset to write it is hard to say the least Q_Q

16. What are your writing strengths?

id like to think characterization! and dialogue 🥰

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

larger plot...? thinking around specific scenes i wanna write sometimes gets tedious so i prefer writing snippets of stuff :/ also staying motivated on the thing 😔

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

if done right it can add flavor to the story! but its a hit or miss and when it misses it can be soooooo so bad Q_Q i dont believe you Need beta reads for fics but in this case you Gotta have someone that speaks the language available, and Please dont just translate words at random

19. First fandom you wrote in?

phineas & ferb :') still got some one shots printed somewhere in my room lmao

20. Favorite fic you've written?

oof. hard to say. but I'll go with:

Desperately Safe (tma, peter/salesa) what if a charismatic yet highly paranoid man and the misanthropic heir of the lonely found refuge in each other? and they were both sailors?

Recognition Through Fear (tma, martin/annabelle) in which the resident "spider monster" lady who was formerly arachnophobic shows signs that she never Actually stopped being scared of them, and the resident "fear buffet" guy who hates her guts (yet loves spiders) tries to make her life just a little bit easier by carefully picking the spiders integrated to her skull. a small moment of kindness in an otherwise unkind world u_u

Hypothermia (alwake, alan/alice/barry) you know that one 😉

tagging: @lostinthewoodsomewhere, @wolf-three-fifty-nine, @florallychaotic and @ilkkawhat 🤗

[burner002]

★ ARC 1 (snippet)

dawg dont ask me for context i just need to post this to send to my girls. hai guys :3 not proofread towards the end and im eepy

"...do you want some?"

"no."

"are you hungry? i can buy another one for you."

"no."

chewing his slice of pizza that he bought, jared thought to hold out the bag of doughnuts he had also gotten, but thought better of it. maybe his grandparents would like it instead. don't eat while standing up," his grandma had told him when he was younger. "it will give you gas, make your stomach have air inside.

eating while walking in the streets didn't save him any dignity, either, but he wanted to get back to HQ as quick as possible, trailing after the girl in front of him who walked swiftly.

the lieutenant, as they called her, was hard to read. she reminded jared of those class presidents at his school, tight-lipped and perpetually bent down at whatever writing materials they held; however, if it was possible for someone his age to be even stiffer, that was what the lieutenant was.

at first, he couldn't believe she was actually a lieutenant. was it a code name? a pseudonym? if there was a whole worldwide organization of these "invocators", they would be secretive. maybe quinn wasn't her actual name? the girl did seem to look irritated when the general called her that. yes, that was probably it.

the general, the man with the clever eyes and the one who laughed at jared's comment about his last name ("yes, i'm a retired drill sergeant"), he could believe that was an actual general. he looked old enough to have a child about jared's age, sporting greying hairs and battle scars. he had this air of superiority—maybe smugness, too—along with this warm prickly feeling that would caress jared in a way that would make him shudder whenever he looked at him.

"that's the patron deity watching you," the general explained. he took jared's hand and traced something on the back of his palm, something that felt complex and didn't involve letters, numbers, or basic shapes. "you're a newcomer. and as the general, i'm its eyes. it sees you through me."

jared had run out of time to ask what exactly what was watching him. by the time he had gotten his hand back they were descending into the subways and running their hands along the storage room wall looking for a latch.

after that, they had entered the headquarters, a twisting, untamed area under the earth that had people of all kinds scattered around. it was quiet aside from the occasional rumble or shout. the floors were stone and marble. the walls were of the same material, but jared found that if he looked at them for too long the many grooves in the cold surface resembling ants' nests would twist and convulse, giving him a pinching migraine and disorienting him for a good few minutes.

there were tunnels here, desks laid out there, flashes of light in one corner and something writhing in the other. it didn't seem like a very organized or definite space, yet people there acted like it was. jared couldn't comprehend it at first, and he was starting to get dizzy from swivelling his head around so much.

he nodded along as antonio laguardia led him through the headquarters, explaining about entities and invocations and eldritch gods and whatever else he said was involved, until he got to this one ominous-looking wooden door. it was black and had several important-looking symbols carved into it, and it seemed to suck all the light out of the hallway despite the panels of what looked like glowing glass above their heads.

the general told jared to wait outside. he did as he was told as laguardia entered. when he came back out, he introduced the boy to this...child. that was a child. out of the office came a little girl almost a head shorter than jared, stony-faced and bundled up in layers of clothes.

the same little girl was now leading him down the first alley they had come across; opposing jared's prepared route to go back to the subways.

"follow me," she had said, overtaking him. she was very hard to read, indeed, like a robot, she displayed a very small range of emotions, if she showed any at all—she spoke quickly without bias in her statements, and she had this tone that made her sound like she expected nothing but immediate action to every command. was this really a lieutenant or an arrogant young girl?

she had her back turned to him as he followed her into the alley. she stopped about twenty steps in and waved a hand in the air as jared waited.

she always had her back turned to him, so he couldn't get a proper glimpse at her face. but she seemed to have olive skin and a permanent glare. her skin on her hands and face, which was all jared could really see, had a tinge of gray to it; either she was sick or just lacking in sunny days. he had only met her eyes once, and she looked at him with eyes that held an intensity that should have belonged to someone that was general laguardia's age. jared could tell she knew things. but he couldn't believe she was of a high rank. not yet, at least.

"hey, how old are you again?" he asked, putting the crust of his pizza in a nearby overflowing trash bin. "uh, lieutenant."

"it doesn't matter." she stepped forward, and then she was gone. the air rippled where she had been.

jared blinked. that was definitely magic or something of the sort. he stood frozen in place, his head twitching as if his body was torn between moving to look for her or being paralyzed with panic. okay. fine. magic was real—yes, of course this supernatural shit was real, what else could explain the shadow watching him for a month already—and the lieutenant explained when asked, but if she didn't explain something as bizarre as disappearing, that meant something was going on, and jared was involved in that something, maybe he should follow immediately—

he stepped through, and for a terrifying moment he was weightless and soulless and nothing— and then he was back on solid ground.

he assumed the lieutenant had transported him to some kind of training room; after all, that was what the general said he'd be doing after he had gotten a snack and the basic introduction to the league.

he couldn't tell whether he was underground or somewhere high up. fog loomed around both him and the girl, and the ceiling seemed impossibly high, growing dark as jared squinted upwards. he couldn't see any walls as the space faded into nothingness, only pillars stretching up here and there, and it was quite dim. he had no idea where the light came from, but he could see.

he was still holding his bag of doughnuts. he didn't want to put it down. the ground looked like gray slushy marshland except for where he stood; it felt as hard as marble under his feet. his head swam with confusion.

the lieutenant stood a few feet away from him, arms at her sides, a blank expression on her round face. she looked at him as if she was expecting something from him. "go ahead," she said plainly.

jared blinked. "and...do what?" his voice sounded hollow in this strange nowhere, like he was in a sealed box.

"show me what you can do so i can build up your abilities."

jared adjusted his grip on the paper bag. "i, uh, don't know how to do anything, ma'am, i was never taught."

"it will come naturally. put that down," the lieutenant said, eyes flitting to the paper bag. slowly, hesitantly, he put it down. it didn't sink into the ground with a wet noise as he thought it would, but the ground turned solid under it, perfectly flat and level. no mystery liquid seeped into the paper as far as he could tell.

it was a bit unsettling how her eyes bore into him. she wasn't as childish as he thought she would be. her gaze was so intense; jared half-expected to hear her stiff voice in his head. she was so quick to answer, so quick to act, like a busy working man. jared decided he wanted to stay on her good side. was she patient? he hadn't tested that yet, but it seemed she didn't like staying idle.

he raised his hand. "how old are you? i'd just like to get to know my, uh, mentor, you know? to have a proper, ah, student-teacher relationship—"

"you don't need to know my age to be taught."

fair enough. he would believe she was lieutenant if he saw her in action. he would find a way to make her prove it. a title is just a title and he had time to kill.

jared let out a sigh and pushed his hair away from his eyes. "i've never done anything like this before. can you teach me? what're the basics, at least? i need a starting point, you know."

the lieutenant stretched a hand out to the fog. tendrils of it snaked around her wrist then slithered down to her feet, where they flashed orange. suddenly there was a fire in front of them, but instead of crackles of wood or any source of fuel it was whispers of humans and something else that jared heard. it was hot, and then it was gone. the orange faded and retreated into the fog.

next, the lieutenant murmured something jared could and also couldn't understand—the words were unfamiliar but he somehow knew it was a calling. something scaly and indefinite was curled around the girl, its hundred legs bent all the wrong ways, some of it was dissipating rapidly, some of it was grabbing onto the girl's clothes like weak pincers, it had no mouth nor eyes but jared felt it look at him and knew it was smiling, or baring its teeth—yet the lieutenant seemed unbothered. jared couldn't exactly see what it was; if he tried to look it was gone, but he could feel its presence and its outline in blood-red lines. as quickly as it had gotten there, it disappeared.

jared shuffled his feet uncomfortably. he had started to feel clammy. "i saw that."

"because i let you see it. do it now."

jared stared hard at nothing. then he shut his eyes, holding his palms out. this is how all the movies do it.

no. you look ridiculous.

he furrowed his brows and sighed. "i won't know where to start. give me instructions. please?"

the girl was awfully still; jared found the silence uncanny, like he was the only living thing in this endless room. without blinking, she spoke. "the gods are always watching. this space exists under their watch. headquarters is an extension of their power. they are from another realm. you are an invocator like the rest of us. essence from their realm can exist in humans, as well, and once those two mix you are born with abilities beyond human comprehension. most languages cannot describe it and naked eyes cannot see it. so feel it. you start by letting the building take you."

"letting—what?"

"do not think of anything else. just allow it to."

jared blinked rapidly as he saw fog curl around his shoulders. that was probably the building waiting for a signal, waiting for his consent. that's polite, he thought. okay, come in. please don't kill me.

he thought he heard a chuckle.

he tried to push his doubts away and shut his mental mouth, pictured giving into whatever was in the fog. and then he was weightless again.

he couldn't see anything but twisting and writhing and transforming and whooshing and he didn't know what it was but there was movement and sound and a third thing that was so vast and so complicated he was sure he had blinked out of existence. he was being thrown around. he was being squeezed. he was being killed, then reborn, then he was light, then he was dark, and then he was being stretched across galaxies. none of it hurt, but it was still too much. too little, he was too heavy then too light and then both at the same time. he wanted to scream. did he still have a mouth? he tried, he looked for his lips and then his tongue and then—

he was back in the dim foggy room, the lieutenant standing a bit closer to him now.

he retched. "i'm gonna vomit!"

nothing came out.

when he was done heaving, he got up, dusting nonexistent dirt off his jeans. he cleared his throat, looking down at the lieutenant. "what's next?"

up close, she still looked younger. she was probably malnourished. she had bags under her eyes and her hair was stringy and brushed the top of her shoulders. she was wrapped up in clothes that didn't look her size—jackets, sweaters, a scarf, worn socks and pants that had started to fray. he wondered how she could stay so still under all those layers while he felt a bit suffocated in the airless room.

he saw no pity not humor nor disappointment in her eyes. her lips were pale, he made a mental note to offer her water afterwards. "that's just a glimpse into the realm of the eldritch gods. as an invocator, you're permanently connected to both the human world and theirs. go back into it. take some of that power and bring it back here."

"how?"

"you should know how."

jared couldn't find it it him to get frustrated. after all, he was used to independence; he taught himself how to live a fair amount. but this time he had no other teacher to observe from, no metaphors to help him picture it. was there a door? or was he treading a line like a tightrope? was there something in him like a gateway? or could he picture himself as a shapeshifter?

he put those possibilities aside and saved it for another day. he cursed in his mind and tried again.

movement. so much movement and so many things around him. not things; not really alive, not dead, either. they existed as concepts that were yet to be put into words. he had no hands. no voice, maybe not even a mind because somehow he felt the absence of a brain. he tried to reach out. no response. were these things supposed to respond? did they feel him as he felt them? he couldn't tell.

he tried the first idea that came to mind: to coax them. he tried to lie.

come here, he tried to signal them, send a message with whatever he had left of his being. i have what you want. i have what you need. i'll take you somewhere.

he wasn't sure if they had desires. not sure if they could understand him. did they care about the empty bargains he offered? he felt a sensation similar to the one he felt around the general, except he had no physical form to receive it. did they see him?

he regained his physical form, crouching with his hands over his ears. he stumbled back, the ground of the foggy room soft like memory foam against his elbows. he was back on earth with the lieutenant. she was standing where she had always been. the air beside her twisted and shrieked like metal being crushed. the lieutenant was watching it closely.

when whatever jared did wore off and the threats of reality went still, she turned to him. "do it again," she ordered. "with intent this time."

and he did, again and again and again. at first he started off unstable, failing multiple times from breaking focus and fear of never coming back to where his physical body was. but that fear was what kept him going. he didn't know what he was facing, what he was reaching out to or what else could have been on the other side of things, but now that his interest was piqued there was no going back.

most of it was a haze. things that human eyes couldn't process and shapes that didn't really make dimensional sense. most of it was felt by jared instead of seen; it was a strange state to be in.

jared did as he was told, collecting bits of what he could take from the other realm and bringing it back to the room his other self was in. he tried shaping it or giving it form. eventually he sped up, having only flashes of those incomprehensible beings and then coming back immediately after. he was able to warp one of the pillars scattered around the endless room, and he succeeded in shrouding himself in darkness (useful only when he was doing it to others and not cutting off his own sense of sight).

the lieutenant watched him like a hawk throughout it all, crossing her arms after a while and then uncrossing them minutes later. otherwise she stood still, only following jared when he strayed too far from her. she said nothing but short, straightforward sentences whenever he kept repeating mistakes, pointing them out so he could correct them.

she really didn't act like a person. she didn't fidget. jared wasn't sure if she breathed, or if she needed to. something about her was just gloomy and unsettling. he started to wonder if she was just some doll or hologram that general laguardia conjured up.

over the hours that had passed, jared had three points made about the lieutenant.

one: her name was quinn. that much he could get out of her, but it didn't really count since he only heard laguardia say it earlier.

two: he cared about her age so much because of his reluctance to believe she was in such a position. she was surely younger than him, but probably knew a lot more and had a way older mentality. that he could be sure of. maybe she was just short. the world was wide and while jared had the advantage of being slender (thank your mama for that, hm? his grandfather had said once he hit a growth spurt in 4th grade. she was tall, too. long legs. your baba would have wanted you to join races in school.) for his age, he knew that some people were really just vertically challenged.

three: if he had the honor of having someone as special and significant as the lieutenant of a unit as his mentor, he would have to get comfortable before he started trying his best. and to get comfortable, he would have to at least try to ease up the girl, make her see that he wasn't just some fumbling clueless boy. she was his best chance at a friend in this organization; and they'd likely be stuck together in jared's future visits, too.

indeed, the lieutenant was a tough nut to crack, but jared couldn't help but pick people apart.

curiously, time seemed to be immeasurable in the foggy room. jared didn't grow tired, either. not physically, at least. he would have loved something to lean on, but that only crossed his mind once. he was too busy trying to master whatever it is he was doing—invocations, they called it. when the lieutenant called him out of nowhere, though, she told him time was up.

he was both weightless and impossibly heavy again, and then he was back at headquarters, this time back in front of the big wooden door which he assumed to be her office. his paper bag of doughnuts for his grandparents was back in his hand, and the most he got as an aftereffect from his previous activities was a buzz in the back of his mind and another feeling of being watched.

"let me know if you're going to pledge to this house," the lieutenant told him, before retreating back into her room. that was it. no "meet me here next time" or "good job today", nothing. guess she had a lot on her plate.

jared wandered the tunnels for a while, trying to figure out the layout of the place. everyone there seemed to be working or training, holding papers or odd-looking items. they all dressed in mostly dark clothes, heavy looking pendants resting on their chests or rings with intricate patterns adorning their fingers. they spoke english, but sometimes if jared listened hard enough he'd hear then speak another language to some invisible force. a lot went unseen here, he realized.

he bumped into general laguardia. he seemed a bit disheveled, so all he did was pat jared on the back and point him to the nearest exit. "you're welcome any time," he called out, digging in his pockets as he spoke. "just ask for quinn, she'll take care of it!"

an hour later, jared found himself at his grandparents' dinner table, staring at the wood, both peckish and a bit shaken. he half-expected the table's surface to start moving like the headquarters' walls.

"are you going to eat some of this tonight?" his grandmother asked, holding up a container of yesterday's dinner.

he nodded and stretched. "yeah, i'll take the rest of it back to the dorm, is that okay?"

"all of it? you can eat it before it spoils?" his grandfather cocked a brow as he put a pot away.

"i'm a growing boy," jared said matter-of-factly.

[omgeto]

★ — REQUESTING

just wanted to make it clear that my request are open and just more info on what to request if you do wanna request. (most of these are outlined in my rules anyways)

I prefer to write angst to fluff instead of just pure angst or pure fluff (so if you req one of them ill probably add angst or fluff to it.)

I do write smut but I dont think im that good at it yet so I can TRY to write small little thirsts but they'll probably be ass. so for now my fics will be plot with a dash of smut (if I feel like it)

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