#today's promt is 'map'

[heavywoolcoat]

[tastefulstars]

Captured

promt: (@snejkha) Hellhound + Captured

word count: 1130

disclaimer: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere - they are copyrighted and belong to me.

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This life wasn’t something you wanted but it’s the one you got, your parents raised you in dirty motels and run down cars, and you learnt to fight and hunt instead of learning math and how to write essays. By the time you hit puberty, you were proficient in handling an assortment of weapons and could hold your own in a fight against things twice your size. Your family were hunters of monsters and they didn’t do this to help people, to save them, no, nothing so noble, you and your parents hunted down monsters for sport, to take their skulls and bones and to make trophies out of them. Sometimes, in the dead of night when the rest of your family were asleep, you let yourself dream of a different life, one decidedly less violent but if wishes were fishes and all that and really, at this point, there wasn’t much hope in wishing.

Your parents spent years trying to find a Hellhound with no success, at this point you felt like this had become an obsession for them, their white whale. Today was different though, your parents were excited, having caught wind of numerous sightings of one a few towns over and it was all hands on deck. Your newest home, a cheap and dirty motel, was a flurry of activity with your parents rushing to and fro, packing supplies and checking weapons. You were tasked on mapping possible locations for the hunt, using the sightings from the witnesses and Hellhound lore to try and predict where it could be, where the best location to lure it would be; you were surrounded with books, maps and pens, and you felt dread at the idea of having to go on another hunt.

With nightfall, you and your parents set off. Your father drives while your mother navigates, leaving you to check your weapons and supplies. From all your research you didn’t truly believe that anything you held could harm a Hellhound. Religious icons and holy water might work but you couldn’t say for sure as there wasn’t any real documentation and no proof of someone actually surviving an encounter with one.

You let your mind drift as you helped your parents unload their supplies, they hadn’t really told you much of their plan, only what you needed to know - which is how it’s always been. You were instructed to wait with the car, your parents not wanting you to get in the way with this one, not with their prized trophy so close, you leaned against the car and waited.

Hours passed, your mind drifted occasionally before you snapped back to attention. You could hear growling, slowly coming closer, and there were your parents. They were sweaty, dirty and covered in cuts and bites; between them, they dragged a sack that appeared to be the source of the growling. Your eyes were fixated on the sack, they’d left it alive, you could feel your horror creeping on you, why had they left it alive?

Your parents worked together to lock the beast in the trunk, and instead of heading back to the motel like you expected, your parents drove to an abandoned shack miles away from civilization; your parents didn’t offer an explanation and you didn’t ask. They gave you orders and you followed, setting up the cage and ensuring the shack was secure while they brought in their quarry, stuffing it into the cage you had just prepared. The beast tumbled out of the sack and you saw it was wrapped in silver chains and muzzled with a hideous, silver contraption that pierced its flesh.

We’ll be back with the buyer tomorrow, your parents told you, if this monster gets loose - its on you child. You were a little bit scared to be left alone with the beast, you knew your parents would be furious if it escaped. You inspected the creature, it was huge, bigger than a wolf at least, and your heart twinged at the sight of it chained up and stuffed in a too small cage. Its fur was black as night, blazing red eyes watching you as you watched it.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we’re doing this to you” You softly murmur, settling down across from the beast.

Your parents did this to me, you hear a growling whisper, not you. Let me go and we can both be free of them.

Your heart freezes in your chest, eyes wide as you stare at the Hellhound. Did it… Just talk to you?

“What?”

Take the muzzle off me, you can see it’s jaws working slightly as it whispers, help me and I will help you.

Blood begins to seep from where the muzzle rips its skin as it tries to talk, looking closer you can see the chains were digging into is skin where they was resting and blood was beginning to pool under the beast. Your mind screamed at you and for a moment you were locked in an argument with yourself, free it and face the wrath of your parents or leave it to whatever horrors your parents and their buyer would subject it to?

You leave with me, it continues, we will escape your foul parents and be free.

“You promise? You’re not going to just leave me here if I let you loose?”

I promise you, I will not leave you. I am wounded, weak and need protection until I heal, it answers.

Its whispery voice seemed to be getting weaker, the blood pool getting larger. Impulsively, you yank the door to the cage open and begin to unbuckle the muzzle. The Hellhound’s eyes watch your every movement and as soon as you reached towards the beasts front legs, it growls at you, baring its teeth slightly and you freeze.

“I can’t get the chains off you while you’re in there” You explain, “I’m sorry, I have to drag you out. It’s going to hurt, please don’t bite me.”

The Hellhound blinks at you and nods slightly, you move towards it again and begin to pull. The beast is heavier than you expect and it takes a moment for you to get enough traction to slide it out of the cage, it takes the move as well as to be expected, growling and snapping but never letting its teeth get close enough to take off your arm. You make quick work of the chains wrapped around its body and you can see the Hellhound shudder in relief. It pants for a few moments before lifting its head up and gazing at you, you maintain eye contact and carefully raising your hand, you gently brush your palm against its snout.

“Let’s go.”

[darrana]

My two little brothers and I loved to go on long walks into the unknown. We just followed a single road and mapped all the curious things we found on the way. 🗺️ Our longest hike was more than two hours, and we found huge pipes leading somewhere deep into the forest. We never found out where… The scariest part, we never told our parents where we were going 😱🤯Times have changed . This is my entry for the day 6 for #childhoodweek and today’s promt is “feral” This was the first time I actually enjoyed drawing the background 😁 . . . #drawing #art #illustration #huionchildhood #childhoodweekchallenge #childhoodweek2022 #childhoodweek6 #walk #adventure #childhoodmemories #children #kids #childrenillustration #illustrationartists #digitalillustration #digitalart #digitaldrawing #procreate #forest #forestwalk #childhood #siblings #artist #artistlife #cute #sketchvsfinal https://www.instagram.com/p/CmB9UFxqbTi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hauntedwitch04]

Hi, I was reading the Promts list and this is the first time I've ordered one and I don't know how it works but I'd like to order some with Azriel and if it's too many can you consider just one. 😊

All of them are from touching list #2.

Touch-hands holding

1- tiny hands in big hands

2- calloused hands in softs hands

Kisses

22- Kisses in the rain

Touching

3- Hiding face in neck

Dancing in the rain

Azriel x reader

Words: about 1.0k words

Warnings: None, just pure fluff for our lovely shadowsinger!

Author's note: Hi love, I'm so sorry if it took me ages to write it down.  I love your prompts, they are just perfect for our Azzy. Hope you like it. Have a great day.

p.s. I’m so sorry, my grammar is really bad, and I think it’s not one of my best stories.

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tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in softs hands

Kisses in the rain

Hiding face in neck

"Damn, it didn’t take rain now." 

Says Azriel exiting shortly after me from the restaurant, after paying for our dinner. My mate had insisted on going out tonight, to eat at one of the best restaurants in Velaris. We had decided not to go "Rita’s", because we knew that we would meet our family and we wanted to spend a little time alone. It’s been a long time since we could just be him and me, and Azriel had decided that tonight would be all ours, since it was our anniversary, too. I can hardly believe that fifty years ago today we became life partners. Again I thank every day the mother for giving me such a perfect mate as Azriel, which I sometimes doubt I deserve. 

I feel his big warm hands on mine, which I wrap perfectly like pieces of a puzzle that come together after a long time. His scars are rough on contact with my skin, but they do not bother me, indeed I find them pleasant. Az didn’t like to show me his scars at first, much less touch me with them, but after showing him that he loved them, with small and large gestures, he started to melt and appreciate them more. 

My hands look tiny, but he always liked them. They make him feel strong and duty-bound to protect me since I am his "presiding doll", as he says, even if it is the same one that trains me to be one of the most deadly murderers in all of Prythian. He always felt compelled to protect me, and he once explained to me that it was because I couldn’t protect anyone he cared about, that he would die rather than me ending up like his mother, mother, and sister. 

"I’m sorry honey, I wanted this evening to be perfect." He continues, and I realize that I was enchanted by watching him. 

"But this evening is perfect, like every moment I spend with you. Now we go home, the evening is not over shadowsinger." I say while with a smirk I make him understand what I mean. He laughs at my words before taking my hand and starting to run in the rain. In this weather it is not safe to fly, since we may be hit by a fulimine if we go too high, so we have to walk home. We are walking along one of the streets of Velaris, when I stop suddenly, making it turn. 

"Honey, are you okay? Why did you stop?" she asks worried, but I don’t answer. I extend my arms and raise my face towards the sky, while I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of the drops on my face. 

"Love, you’re gonna get sick if we’re in the rain this long, we gotta go." He continues my mate, trying to convince me to move, while he takes my wrist, but I’m not moving. 

I get lost in the feeling of my wet dress against my body, the drops falling from my hair and the deafening sound of thunder. Then all of a sudden I turn to him, and I see him looking at me with attention as if I were a rare work of art that he has never seen. 

I wrap my arms around his neck as I put my head in the recess between the shoulder and neck. I take a deep breath and absorb her intoxicating smell. Its perfume is almost a dorga for me; that essence of cinnamon, of old paper like that of maps and books that often for work must consult and sea breeze, like the perfume I gave him a few years ago and that he wears only for special occasions, since he thinks it’s too good to be wasted. I can feel the rain on our bodies as we stand in that hug in the middle of the road, between the lightning and the thunder. 

"Dance with me Azriel." I say quietly after minutes of silence. He doesn’t answer, but he moves his hands over my hips, and so we begin to sway to the rhythm of a song that is not heard, but at the same time plays in our hearts. We hover among the drops of rain, like the lightnings dancing in the sky above us. The rain is still strong around us, but we don’t care. It is as if we were the rain, and as drops of water we flowed over the road, embraced, with fluid and delicate movements. We keep dancing until our feet hurt, then we squeeze in. 

I look into his eyes, he looks into mine. Our souls are bound by an unbreakable and invisible bond, but in our eyes we can see the love we feel for each other. Without thinking about it, our lips touch first gently, then the kisses become more and more rewarding. Now our tongues are dancing in our mouths. Eventually we are forced to kiss because of lack of air. Azriel’s lips are red and swollen, but in his pupils you can read that he is not satisfied with the kiss, and that like me, he would like to spend the rest of his life kissing us, and it would still not be enough. 

"I like to dance in the rain with you." I say finally after recovering a little oxygen, he laughs and nods. 

"We should do this more often." I smiled at his words, before returning to kiss him, thanking his mother once again for the gift she gave me.

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[rev-pirate]

I’ve been playing My Time at Portia and man was that angst fuel for a fic when I was scheduled to hang out with Arlo on the day of the harvest festival, but he never showed up then I got the “play date with Arlo unexpectedly cancelled” notification. So I checked the map after remembering Mint’s quest promt from that morning and saw Arlo was still at the tunnel in the desert, so I rode out there and the tunnel collapses and traps Arlo, Mint, and Sam inside. And like, that’s already a fun fic circumstance in itself but for Arlo to ask me to hang out and then not show up on top of that then remembering that Mint said that morning they were checking out the mines and invesitgating the earthquakes today just added fuel to the angst.

If I had time for fic writing right now with Grad School and I wasn’t already scrambling for time to finish the last 4 chapters of a fic for another fandom I’d 100% write an Arlo fic of some sort.

[theblackbutterfly02]

Fictober 1 & 2

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia

Characters/Relationships: It’s basically Colette/Lloyd and Kratos/Anna

Setting: Modern AU

Warnings/Rating: No warnings needed for this particular ficlet

This is for Fictober Promts  

1. “It will be fun, trust me.”

2. “Just follow me, I know the area.”

I just threw these to toghether, bear with me

On to the Ficlet~

"Excuse me?", Kratos seemed a little confused, "You want to what?"

"Well, since it's my birthday, Colette invited me to the amusement Park that recently opened in the neighboring town", Lloyd started his explanation, "Aaaand it was also her who got me the idea to invite the two of you to come along since I told her it's been a while since we had a parents and child day. It will be fun, trust me!"

"Come on Kratos", Anna teased, "I think you could use some amusement every once in a while."

Kratos will never admit that it was her cocky grin that made him give in, not to himself and espacially not to her, should she ever ask.

"Fine then, when are we going?", he said with a sigh.

"Colette will come over in about an hour so we got some time to get ready", Lloyd grinned, happy that his parents would tag along.

"That doesn't mean that any of you should take an hour in our only bathroom to fix your hair or something, 'kay boys?", Anna laughed, "That's unfixable anyway, I tried it for years."

Lloyd just laughed it off, Kratos rolled his eyes and all of them decended to their own rooms to pick something to wear and get ready.

About an hour later everyone met in the living area just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Lloyd opened the door to greet an overly joyful Colette, who practically barged in to the house with a hug that made Lloyd stumble backwards a few stepps.

"Happy birthday, Lloyd!", Colette chirped.

"Thank you Colette"; Lloyd smiled happily.

"Soooo, are your parent coming with us?"

"Yap, was pretty good at convincing them."

"Well, that's just great. Oh, before I forget it", Colette drew a nicely wrapped package out of the bag she carried, "I also got you a little present on top of our little visit to the park today. But open it after your back home, okay?"

"O- kay?", Lloyd said with a questioning look on his face.

"Just do it as I say, you won't regret it", Colette smiled, "Alright, then let's get going!"

"Yeah!"

After a short and uneventful car ride down to the next town they finally walked up to their destination.

"Whoa, this place is huge", Lloyd said amazed.

"I heard they got a really great roller coaster here, wanna go there first?", Colette asked.

"I'd love to, what about you?", Lloyd looked at his parents.

"That sounds great", Anna chirped.

Kratos looked from his wife to his son and finally said: "Sure, why not."

"Great", Colette was already happily dragging Lloyd along, "Just follow me, I know the area."

"Wha-?", Lloyd was a little confused, "Didn't this park just open last week?"

Colette just grinned at him.

-some time later-

"Colette? We're still not there, are we?", Lloyd asked but Colette wasn't listening, her attention on a stand selling plushies.

"Look, over there!", she pointed towards a plush dog, "He's sooo cute, Lloyd can I get him?"

Lloyd turned to his parents: "We're gonna be at that stand for a while, you can look around elsewhere if you want", and after they nodded to him he trotted after Colette.

"This is gonna be a journey", Kratos said with a sigh after Lloyd and Colette where out of hearing range.

"Why that?", Anna looked at him funny.

"We've been walking the wrong direction for the last 2 hours", Kratos said as exhausted as possible even though he had to smile almost as much as his wife at it.

"The kids are having fun and so should you!", she laughed.

"So, you want a plush dog as well?", Kratos asked with a little laugh.

"Might go and get some icecream",  Anna sugested.

(They still all had a really nice roller coaster ride before they left the park that day. Rumor states, however, that Kratos had to buy a map of the place and lead them there.)

(Also Idk what’s in that present Colette gave to Lloyd is up to your imagination just thought it’d be a nice ad on)

[theloveofanime2017]

Field Trip (Part 2)

Todays Promt is: Field Trip

Pairing: Damian and Maps

Word Count: 2426

A/N Another chapter up for Ultimate Power Couple Collection!!! Enjoy (A/N at the end)

Maps felt sick to her stomach she was just kidnapped. She tried to open her eyes to see where she was... or where she was going. Slowly opening up her eyes she saw that she was hanging down from a man's shoulder like a sack of potatoes heading deeper into the woods. This was bad.

She groaned in pain as she tried to move but it was useless. She really hoped Damian was okay at least. Then there was a loud creek of a door opening as they made it inside they escalated down stairs, the basement?

"The boss will be please when he hears we've brought back some more meat." Maps cringed, she knew well enough that this was the end, but what murderous villain is she going up against.

The man threw her down and chained her to the chair. The man stared at her for a moment and smiled. The dim light made her skin sparkle and glow.

"She's a little on the skinny side don't you think?" Asked the women as she dropped another body in the chair next to her. There was someone else? Who?

Maps stared silently glaring at her feet. She felt so helpless.

"The boss will be back to collect you two, he needed to get some supplies from his work shop so sit tight." The man said before laughing. Their footsteps echoed in the distance meaning they had left. Looking towards her right she saw a boy chained up as, not just any boy.

"Damian? They got you too!?" No response. He was knocked out cold, she had to wake him up.

"Psst Damian wake up." Still no reply, She scooted her chair closer to him making a loud screeching noise she cringed looking back to where the two henchmen had left, but she was still in the clear scooting again she made it to his side.

"Damian its me Maps please wake up." Before Maps could call him again she heard the sounds of screaming. Her heart stopped the voices sounded of the two kidnappers. She needed to hurry and do something before her and Damian were next. Lucky, Damian started to stir in his sleep, he was waking up.

"Damian you have to help us get out of here I think the crazy killer guy is here."

"W-What?" Damian got a good look of his surroundings struggling against his chains. It wasn't as dark as he though it was only dim. There was a door that lead back up stairs so that meant they were in a basement of some sort. So that gave him little options, the vigilante began to pick the iron clamps holding him down.

"Don't worry, I've got this under control, what happened while I was out?"

"I think those two kidnappers are dead."

"I see, are you alright they didn't hurt you, did they?" He stopped to give a one look over her before continuing to undo the chains.

"No I'm fine, surprisingly." She looked around to see a small window 5 feet above them. "How are we going to escape? Who knows how far we are from the camp and there's no signal out here." She whispered there were footsteps right above them, they were running out of time.

"I'll make a distraction for the killer while you run, simple." Maps scoffed.

"Yeah like that worked last time." She heard a small click as Damian's chains fell around him he quickly stood up working on hers next. "I know it doesn't seem like the best course of action but I can't risk you getting hurt."

"Oh, but you seem fine with getting yourself in danger?" She said, of course she wasn't really going anywhere with this conversation she knew that Damian had a better chance of protecting himself then she did and she'd be kidding herself if she wasn't actually scared. But this small banter between the two helped ease her nerves even with the blaring opera music playing above them.

Wait? opera music? where has she heard this before. If only she had her 'villains of Gotham journal' on her then she'd know. As she was about to complain about how long he was taking, her chains came undone and she sighed from the release.

"Maps listen closely I'm only going to explain this once, the villain we're dealing with is Professor Pyg an insane serial killer." Maps nodded, she should have known it was that creep she was a little surprise that Damian knew about him. Suddenly the music stopped.

"I am uncertain of his plans dealing with us at the moment, but lets not give him the chance to do anything. I have a feeling this may also include the students as well we need to get out of here and get everyone to safety."

"Oh, I beg to differ, petit."

Maps gasped, This was defiantly bad.

At The Camp

"Hey guys Damian and Maps have been gone for a while now, do you think something happened to them?" Asked Olive. She knew she should have went with Maps, just encase something like this would happened.

"They've only been gone for 40 minutes maybe rich boy finally confessed and they're-"

"Ugh! Colton would you just drop it already they're not getting together anytime soon and if they were, it'll happen on their own terms not yours." Shouted Olive as she stormed away.

"Wait!? where are you going?"

"Where else jerk I'm going to look for Maps." Kyle called after her.

"Olive wait I'm coming too." Kyle chased after his girlfriend as Colton humped in frustration.

"Geez, spoil sports I'm just having some fun, I'm not going to cover for them all they're on their own." Colton got up dusting off his pants before heading into his shared cabin.

At The Basement

"Oink, oink...now how shall I deal with the two of you?... oink"

Maps started to hyperventilate she wasn't ready to die, how come no one in Gotham was ever safe? frantically she started to look at any possible exits only coming up with the window as her only exit. She couldn't possibly run past them both without getting caught. Well that is an option but it was risky.

Maps looked back at Damian to see him unfazed by all of this, he looks calm and collected. Ready to fight if needed, he wasn't giving off his usual Damian Wayne frown but something more serious. She has never seen this side of Damian before it was, cool.

"What do you want Pig?" Damian growled at his opponent.

"My Oh My! aren't you the chipper one, its quite a shame that I'll have to chop you up into tiny little pieces for my pies."

"y-you don't have too." Maps laughed nervously slowly creeping towards the window. Wait! did he just say Pies?

"Oh, no precious little one, but I must, don't be afraid for I am here to save you." Pyg walked closer out of the shadows looming over them.

"Heh, how could a sadistic serial killer save anybody. As far as I know your just another piece of trash slotting around Gotham. Do us all a favor and leave before things get real ugly." Threaten Damian he took a step forward to prove he dominance to the murder. Damian wasn't afraid of this clown he scoffed give him two minutes and he'd have him begging for forgiveness.

The only problem was.

Pyg gave out a gruff chuckle from under his pig mask pulling out his bloody knife, that he most likely killed his goons with.

"Oink, oink...I like you boy I can see it now, you and I both see all too well the corruption, the filth, in Gotham. You and I know that Gotham cannot survive unless the cancer is cut out. We both share the same mission, only I do it with a little bit more flair..." Pyg moved forward to slice at Damian's throat, he skillful jumped back before the blade could make contact. Getting into his fighting stance.

Damian didn't care about keeping his adrenaline in check. He didn't care about the danger of the situation. Nor, did he care about the rage building up in his system. All he cared about was getting Maps to safety, no matter what.

He took a breath, let it out...

Then the tension snapped.

The first moved came not from Damian or Pyg, but the screen accompanied by a childlike figure spring forward tackling Pyg to the ground.

Damian was still putting the pieces together of what had happened, but his mind and reactions caught up in time.

Quickly he sprang into action kicking the knife out his hand before grabbing Maps' again, running upstairs and getting the hell out of this house.

As they ran, they came across two bodies sprawled out on the floor blood soaking the hard wood floor making the air stench of death.

Footsteps were rushing up from the basement as they heard the most sickening maniac cry they have ever heard of... well Maps has ever heard of.

Damian quickly shoved Maps into a closet to his right, before running to grab a weapon of his own. "Damian!?"

"Be quiet, we're not going to make it out of here by running I'm going to take him head on." Scrambling around in the kitchen for a knife as well. "When I give you the signal run."

"The signal? what signal?"

There was silence.

Then she heard tumbling.

They're back down in the basement? Maps clutched her hand tightly, it was bleeding. It must have happened when she had tackled Pyg, she must have accidentally cut her hand on his knife.

Good thing the cut wasn't as deep as she thought.

Maps felt around for a light switch or a weapon of her own just encase things turn south which she doubts. Damian seems to know what he was doing, strange.

As her fingers were moving upon things she felt something warm and soft. Pressing her finger into it she pricked the object and there was filling coming out of it.

Bringing it up to her nose her finger it smelt like...oh god.

Stumbling back from the shock she fell switching on the lights in her wake only to gasp in horror. There in front of her were pies, corpses, and a-a disembodied head. "I-I think I'm going to throw up." Shaking, she scooted as far away from the the human pies as possible, she was so over this.

"Damian?" Maps whispered.

He still hasn't given the signal yet, whatever that means. But she didn't want to be in here any longer. She opened the door slightly to get a peak making sure they aren't upstairs. It was completely empty aside from the two dead bodies on the floor.

"Good I'm going to make a run for it." As she opened the door slowly she tip toed over the dead bodies to the front door as quietly as she could, so they won't hear her foot steps. What was she a ninja?

Finally making it there she placed her hand slowly on the door twisting the knob, she was almost free. Until she felt a hand grab her shoulder tightly, her heart sank the tears were now flowing down her face as she accepted her fate.

"Please Mr. Killer man I don't want to die I-I have three kids at home, and, and I have to take care of my sick grandmother and I-I don't taste good." Maps wailed out loud falling to the floor hoping he'd spare her life.

"Would you just stop that already, I'm not going to kill you, yet." Maps eyes blew open hearing his voice, Damian's voice.

She turned around to see that he had a few scratches here and there but all-in-all he was alright. Frowning his nonchalant frown, Maps was just so happy she jumped up into his arms tackling him to the ground.

"Thank god you're alright, I'm so happy." She buried her face into his neck breathing in his musty and pin tree sent. She really didn't care what he smelled like she was just happy they both were alive. Damian didn't know what to do it wasn't odd to be hugged by people that he saved but it never really lasted this long and he never really enjoyed them that much.

But this felt right.

He snaked his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him while the other hand played with her short hair. Closing his eyes he buried his nose into her hair breathing in her scent. Yes, this felt so right.

They stayed like that for a couple more minutes before Maps remembered where they were. "Hey Dami?" He hummed a yes into her hair. "Wheres that crazy killer pig guy?" He opened his eyes and sat up with her in his lap.

"I'd have you know he was properly handled, of course."

"Right, How?" He helped her up onto her feet before taking her back down to the basement, she hesitated a little a bit afraid of the unknown. Oh, why did she have to ask? More then anything she just wanted to leave.

"Do not be afraid he has been apprehended he can no longer do harm to anyone." She nodded and followed him down into the basement. As they made it to the last step Maps had caught sight of the most amazing thing ever Pyg chained up to a chair all beaten and bruised up, he was unconsciousness so she felt at ease.

"Wow!? Damian I seriously don't know what to say. You just took down one of Gotham's most disturbing effective murderer strategies in Gotham. I mean your like only 12 years old, how?"

Damian frowned. "Excuse me! I am 13 for your information, and this was mere childs play although this does seem strange, we must have gotten him at some inconvenience considering the two dead goons upstairs." Maps nodded, she didn't really want to know what he was planning to do with all those pies. And how close it was to their camp site, she has a feeling Pyg was either going to feed them human pies or turn them into one.

"Can we go now." She stated he nodded and they headed back into the forest hopping they didn't venture to far from the camp site, someone was bound to come looking for them at one point, right?

To be continued...

Because Tumbler won't let me post anymore then 2 thousand words so part 3 on it's way.

Bye.

❤

[builder051]

So im at Oakland pride and i thought of a promt for today. So basically reid and the crew are watching out for an attack at an event and reid has a migrane and bacically struggles. Make it as whumpy as you please. Also CONGRATS on your legal stuff i know its just a part of your journey but i hope it makes you feel more confident bc you deserve it!

Thank you!!

_____

The problem with security work is that it’a boring.  Usually it’s more of a job for the local police, but when the stars align and there’s reasonable suspicion that the unsub will show up somewhere around the route of the San Fransisco Marathon, it ends up being a job for the BAU.  Spencer and Derek are stationed near the finish line, which ends up being a whole new level of uninteresting.  It’ll be at least an hour before the frontrunners make it this far.

It’s also sunny out, and the air is humid and still.  It feels like weather suited for the opposite corner of the US.  Spencer subconsciously imagines the map folding diagonally over itself, superimposing south Florida over northern California.  He pushes his sunglasses up on the bridge of his sweaty nose and looks around.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  Security work is still boring.

“Man, we could almost swim in the bay,” Derek laughs.  “It’s never this warm.”

The weather.  He’s talking about the weather.  Small talk is such a minuscule portion of their interactions that it catches Spencer off guard.  He laughs too, but it sounds foreign to his ears.  In fact, he’s starting to feel like he’s under water.

The grin drops from Spencer’s face.  He swallows to force his ears to pop, but they don’t.  The saliva running down his throat turns bitter halfway through, and he has to draw in a deep breath to keep nausea from overwhelming him.  He can suddenly smell the trash bins half a football field away, along with hundreds of people’s sweat and sunscreen.

“Hey.  You ok?”  Derek’s hand drops onto Spencer’s shoulder at the same moment as the invisible boulder drops from the sky and cracks on the top of his head.  Spencer staggers under the weight of the pain and presses his hand over his mouth as he frantically tries not to gag.

“Whoa, whoa, kid.  It’s ok.”  Derek pushes him down to sit on the curb, then guides his head down to his knees.  Spencer’s sunglasses fall off, and Derek rescues them a second before Spencer vomits into the gutter.

“Breathe,” Derek intones, gently patting Spencer’s back.

“…Yeah…” Spencer drags the back of his hand across his lips.

“Migraine?”

“…Yeah…”

“You’re gonna be ok.  I’m gonna make sure of it.”

[bsd-hq-writer]

Could I get a kirishima morning scenario with his s/o using the "give me a kiss" promt? Maybe waking up and some morning rutines with fluff

Get ready for the most domestic fluffy fluff ever! I’m setting this in the future, as a cohabiting couple!

~Admin Ghost

“Good morning,” you heard from beside you. As you blinked awake, it was clear that Eijiro had been awake for a while, seeing as he was staring at you pretty intently.

“Morning,” you yawn sleepily, there was nothing better than waking up beside the man you love, “Give me a kiss?” you ask shifting closer to him.

“Only if you get up with me to make breakfast,” he shifted backwards teasingly.

“Don’t you have to work?” you blinked, looking at the clock, “You’ll be late if we take too much time,”

“I’m on call today, so I’ve got time, Blasty can wait,” Eijiro chuckled speaking of his partner and best friend from his high-school days.

“The last time you said that you came back smelling rather scorched, are you sure?” you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m sure, now do you want that kiss or not?” He pulled himself out of bed and stretched out. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over him, every muscle was beautifully defined and his scars were a map of every battle he had won. You always told him he had never lost a battle because he was still here, even if he hadn’t caught the villain.

You pulled yourself out of bed reluctantly and padded over to him, wrapping your arms around him before standing on your tiptoes to get your kiss. He happily obliged and let his arms surround your smaller frame, tilting his head down so your lips could meet.

“Best part of my day right there,” he hummed.

“Promise?” you asked sweetly, already knowing it was, but seeking the reassurance anyway.

“Promise,” he nodded before scooping you onto his shoulder and walking to the bathroom, “I think it’s time for a shower,”

“Says the guy who showers before bed,” you huffed crossing your arms after he put you back down.

“Give me a break, you always say I stink after I get home,” he pouts dramatically, “or would you rather I come to bed smelling like a locker room?”

“Fair point,” you sighed turning on the water to warm it up before stripping down and stepping in. Eijiro stepped in behind you and waited as you got your hair wet, then the awkward shuffle around each other so he could do the same as you shampoo your hair.

This little dance continued as you both alternately rinsed and washed each part of your bodies. It was something the two of you had figured out early, that showering together was convenient and comfortable as long as Eijiro kept his elbows to himself. The first few times you had needed to duck out of the way of his elbows a lot, especially while he was washing his hair.

After getting clean, the both of you stepped out and towelled off before you proceeded to get ready. While you only had to run a brush through your hair, Eijiro insisted on styling his hair in the iconic way he had at his debut as in intern.

“People recognize me better that way,” he had explained once, “And it’s also my promise to myself to be the best hero I can be,”

Though it wasn’t all bad, you could brush your teeth without bumping heads while he was busy with that.

You check yourself in the mirror after finishing your own primping, making sure you looked ready to face the day. You glanced over at Eijiro as he finished brushing his own teeth, frowning at it as he rinsed it and tossing the frayed mess of a brush in the trash before pulling out another to put in the holder. You giggled a bit at that, his teeth were pretty fearsome, tearing through steaks and toothbrushes alike. The first time he ever smiled at you, you had been so startled by his pointy chompers you blurted out, “What big teeth you have!” much to your immense embarrassment, and his amusement even to this day.

“So what are we going to do for breakfast?” you asked as you entered the kitchen, dressed in your work uniform already since you actually had to go to work today.

“If you want to handle the coffee, and cut up some fruit, I’ll make waffles!” Eijiro proposed.

“Only if they have chocolate chips,” you told him shortly, “And just because I’m a hella good barista, doesn’t mean I always have to make the coffee,”

“You make it the best though,” Eijiro pleaded, “And I always use too much, or so you keep saying,”

You roll your eyes and pull out the grinder, “If you would just use a measuring spoon instead of eyeballing it, you’d be fine,” he pulled one out and approached until you laughed and pushed him away so he could do the waffles instead, “Wrong one you bean,”

“Fine fine, I’ll let the master work their magic,” he laughed too, immediately using the spoon he’d pulled out to measure some salt for the waffle batter. Once the coffee was prepped you moved to cut the fruit, because otherwise, the coffee would be cold by the time the waffles were done. You checked in the fridge and grabbed a couple apples and a couple oranges. As you moved over to the counter to grab a cutting board and a knife, you gently bumped hips with Eijiro, giggling as he gently returned the bump. You and him often did this when you cooked together, just a little bit of contact as you worked together to make a meal. Otherwise, you both moved easily around each other, grabbing the things you needed out of the cupboards. You grabbed bowls for the fruit and put them out on the table before returning to the kitchen to finish the coffee.

Eijiro smiled and sighed, “I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving times like this,”

“Times like what?” you reply with a raised eyebrow as you brewed the coffee.

“Just us being together, doing normal stuff,” He said honestly.

“You dork,” you snort, “That’s just about every day,”

“And?” he shrugs.

You just laugh and shake your head, going to grab the cups of coffee you had just finished, but at the last moment an arm snakes around your waist and turns you around.

“Give me a kiss?”

Admin Ghost

[xcaptainhannax]

Not As Strong (Cullen Clan x Reader)

Promt: “Hey, could u write an imagine where the reader is the youngest member of the Cullen's but then she drinks human blood and when they find her she is all covered by blood“

A/N:  This one is one I’m really proud of, so I hope you all like it!

(Gif is not mine)

Feedback is always appreciated. Don’t be shy if you want to leave an ask or just want to talk to me, I’m always here!

Being the youngest one in the Cullen family was one of the best things sometimes, not only you got all the attention from your family members, but you also you got one of the best clans in the whole world teaching you how to properly behave. At first, when you turned, you thought your life was going to be forever dreadful, not a lot of vampires enjoy their eternal life when they are forced to live it that way, but somehow you managed to cross paths with the Cullen clan, and here you are, after some time, being a part of the family.

Of course, not everything was a road full of roses, you had a dark period of time where you drank human blood and had to hide almost 24/7 because of your strong crimson eyes, but now, you were being “trained” to change your lifestyle, and you were forever grateful. However, life is like a roller coaster and eventually, everything that goes up must come down, and that’s what happened with you.

You had decided to hunt alone that day and since lately you had been excellent at controlling yourself, Carlisle decided that it was fine for you to go by yourself, plus Alice didn’t saw anything happening to you, so it was all okay.

You started to walk slowly, all your senses on alert in case you heard, smell or felt something; since your gift wasn’t fully developed yet you had to be wary of your surroundings, but still, pay attention to any animal that crossed your path. It felt like you were walking for a long time now, but in reality, you weren’t really far from the town, but that was something you didn’t know, more precisely, you kinda forgot that hunters used to roam the forest from time to time, but you smelled them. 

At first, it was a light scent that filled up your nose, you paid no mind to it, but the closer you got, the stronger the scent felt; and you no matter how hard you tried to get away from there, you really tried but your hunger for blood got the best of you.

You could see him, only one man standing in the middle of the forest, reading a map that he had between his hands. Your eyes instantly fell on the gun he had on his side, the corners of your mouth perked up, you knew that his gun wouldn’t hurt you, and the thought of having him defenceless made something inside of you spark. 

The next moments where a blur for you, one second you were standing at a safe distance from him and in another you were on top of him, sinking your teeth into his fragile skin, his warm blood flowing through your throat and your hands pushing him down onto the ground, slowly covering themselves in blood. Once you were done, you pushed him back down, but instantly a wave of regret flooded through your body as if that animal instinct of killing someone suddenly faded away and the old scared you came back.

You slowly sat down on the ground, passing your hands over your face, but you quickly put them down once you saw that your face was now slightly covered in blood. It was a mess, and you knew that once your family saw what you had done, they would make you go, they would kick you out, and you didn’t even have time to think about the wolves because as soon as they came into your thoughts you heard intense growling from your left. 

The pack slowly walked towards you, it’s Alpha (who you knew was Sam) was clearly ahead of everyone growling and showing his teeth at you, but before he could get any closer a voice spoke from behind you.

“Step back, Sam” you quickly turned back and saw Carlisle, Esme, Edward and Emmett standing behind you, of course, Jasper wouldn’t be there. Carlisle got closer to you and kneeled on your side, Esme rapidly following him and embracing you into her arms “we have her, she is from our family and we would take responsibility” 

You knew if you could cry there would be thousands of tears flooding from your eyes, but the only thing you could do was to sob, tearless and without the need of all that air coming out of your lungs, but you felt overwhelmed and full of guilt. So you clung to your mother, Esme, as hard as you could, shielding your eyes from everyone, feeling completely ashamed of what you’ve done. You could hear how Carlisle was talking to Sam (who you thought went to change) and by the sound of his voice, he wasn’t very happy with you, and that was to be expected.

Instantly dark thoughts clouded your mind, you decided you were going to leave, live as a nomad, go far North of the country and live by yourself, you were a danger to everyone in Forks and today proved that. 

Edward heard your thoughts as soon as they got into your head and he approached you quickly, changing place with Esme and now he was hugging you close with a strong grip on you. You were his sister, his younger sister and he would not be able to live without you by his side. 

“Don’t you dare even thinking about leaving, (Y/N), we will work together to make you better and to fix this” 

You looked up at him, slightly cursing yourself for forgetting that he was there, but instead of answering him, you hugged him back, hiding your face in his chest, not aware of the sad looks Emmett and Esme gave you, but completely aware of the messy situation you got yourself into.

[edarada]

Inktober day 19 ✒ Prompt: City (Prizren) Today the propt was to draw a city and I decided to draw my hometowns (Prizren) map, and I am glad I did it If you want to participate in the challenge with my promts you can use the #csinktober2020 hashtag. 😁 See you tomorrow with the flower drawing. . . . #inktoberart #inktober #inktober2020 #inktoberring #inltoberchallenge #inktoberprompts #blackandwhite #digitalcreators #digitalart #illustrationchallenge #artistofinstagram #artchallenges2020 #artchallange #digitalink #digitalinking #intoberdigital #digitalinktober #inktoberartist #illustrationchallenge2020 #prizren #city #map #maps #mapdrawing (at Prizren) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGh-cKklDGA/?igshid=1n3nrhr68ej0r

[guessmonsta]

College AU with Tendou and this girl he's really into. Just a lot of deep conversations, millenials doing millennial things and low-key angst. Do whatever the hell you want with this, I'm sure it'll be great ♡

Okay at this point y’all should know letting me go to town with a Tendou promt is gonna end up… special. Thank you so much for this ask by the way. I owe you my life ♡

This was his worst nightmare. He didn’t know how he could possibly wind up late to a one o'clock class on a friday, but somehow, he found a way to do it.

Nobody gave him any odd stares as he slinked through the open doors at 1:27, much to his luck. That didn’t stop his nervous system from roiling, though. He couldn’t help but wonder why today, out of all the days of the year, (although the school year had only being going on for a week and a half) everyone in his literature class decided to show up. There wasn’t an empty seat open, at least, nowhere in the safe zone. The only open area he could see was front and center, and he would rather die than be placed in a situation like that. At this point, he figured if nobody saw him, he could just turn around and head home.

Although, that wasn’t the case.

Through his clunky reading glasses, the professor stared him down. He didn’t say a word but judging by the malice painted on his face, Tendou knew he was going to be in deep shit if he didn’t take a seat. He bowed, and as quick as possible hurried into the open seat in the front. The professor payed him no mind after that, he was one more irrelevant student out of 200. Although, the student next to him seemed to mind him very much. She had her chin rested in the palm of her hand, blowing small gum bubbles whenever the professor had turned his back. She kept sending Tendou a coy side gaze, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t put him on edge. His options were to either confront her about it and have the ordeal be over with, or stare her down right back. He went with the first option. Clearing his throat lightly, he leaned his cheek against his wrist and shifted himself in front of her line of vision. When she made eye contact with him, it was almost like her entire demeanor vanished. Tendou smirked.

“Any reason you’re staring at me, hm?” He expected her to shake her head and look away, maybe even scoot down the bench a little bit. He wanted her to be afraid of him, it’s what people who gave him dirty looks deserved. He expected fear, but there wasn’t any. Instead she kept a steady gaze and smiled bashfully, the apples of her cheeks flushing generously.

“I’m sorry if I was looking at you funny, uh, you can’t help a r.b.f.” She giggled nervously, her gaze shifting away, “I was looking at your hair, I… I really like it.”

Tendou had not expected this at all. Really, he was almost at a loss for words. He had gotten a set of passive aggressive insults ready and everything, but they were in no case needed. She complimented him. He must’ve made an odd expression, because her eyebrows turned up in confusion.

“Well, uh, thank you.” Is what he managed to splutter out, nodding his head and slowly turning back to the front of the room. The professor was rambling but Tendou hadn’t paid attention to a word he said. The only thing he could think of was the girl sitting next to him. Who was she? She had been the only person to send him a positive vibe on campus, and even if it hadn’t been such a tremendous compliment, it was a lot better than a backhanded “monster” remark. Much better.

Tendou made sure he’d never wind up late for a lit class again. That Tuesday he huddled through the doors at 12:55 with the rest of the class. For some reason, he had been looking out for her, even though he knew he shouldn’t. She was just a person trying to be nice, trying not to make a situation more awkward. She could hurt him, and he didn’t need that. But the moment he saw her already sitting down in the front of the room, blowing the same pink bubbles as she did last time, he made a beeline towards her direction.

“Hey.” He said, placing one hand upon the open desk to her right. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all!” She peeped, moving her bag closer to her side, allowing him more space to sit.

“Thank you.” He nodded, throwing his bag onto the floor next to him.

“My name is __, by the way. It’s nice to meet you again.”

“__, huh? The name’s Tendou.” He hadn’t been making eye contact with her but he could see her staring at him from the corner of his eye. He liked her, but he didn’t. He refused to believe that she was being nice to him, truly. There had to be some sort of strings attached, some ploy she was scheming, he solely believed she was all but nice. He hated his trust issues.

Class resumed per usual, mostly spent on discussing a popular book everyone had read in high school. He spent the majority of his time on Reddit, not like anyone really noticed, though. Just as fast as it had come, it was now over. He rushed to pick his bag up off the floor before he felt a pat on his shoulder. He turned back around and cocked his head, stank eyes meeting those of a doe.

“Do you have any other classes today?” She inquired, shuffling with her own bag as he did with his.

“No, why?”

“You… wanna go grab a coffee with me or something after this?”

This definitely caught Tendou by surprize. He blinked a few times, then chuckled. He couldn’t help but shake his head.

“And why in the world would you want to do that?” His words dripped with malice, and she seemed confused by his statement. She gaped for a moment before she came up with something to say.

“To get my daily caffeine fix and keep my social life intact? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, it was just a suggestion, I mean-”

“Sure, __, I’d love to.” He smiled, slinging his bag over his shoulder and waiting for her to slide out after him. Internally, he was screaming. Although this situation was so simple, it was so hard for him to wrap his mind around. Somebody who barely knew him wanting to get to know more about him. Never, ever in his life had a situation come up like this. It had to be a setup.

While walking next to her, Tendou had noticed a lot of things. She was significantly shorter than him, much shorter than any girl he had been involved with in the past. She had a spring in her step that made her seem more lively than most, but when he looked in her eyes, she had the same lethargic vigor as any other college student. He reckoned that he liked her eyes, though.

“So.” She said, the chilly air around them billowing her breath. “ What made you decide to come here?” Tendou shrugged.

“To get as far away from home as possible, to be honest.” At this she laughed, not because what he said was funny, though.

“I can relate. I think by the middle of senior year I was pretty much just throwing darts at a map and going with the farthest place away from there.”

“Ah, don’t tell me you really did that, now? You must have an aspiration in mind, right?” __ looked up at Tendou and shrugged, then sighed.

“I mean, I’ve always wanted to become a neurosurgeon, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen. What about you?” She looked up at him, but didn’t receive a response. This girl had to be kidding, Tendou thought.

“Clearly you’re smart enough to even think about being a neurosurgeon. Don’t give me that ‘I can’t do it’ bullshit.” He stuck his tongue out at her, to which she snorted in response. “I’m here for law, doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Like a lawyer? What made you want to be a lawyer?”

“Well, what made you decide you want to cut into people’s skulls for a living?”

“My sadistic streak.”

Tendou shot her a look out of the corner of his eye. He sucked his lips in and shook his head, holding back a smirk.

“I was so-o joking ple-ease don’t take that seriously.” She covered her mouth with her hands. She shook her head apologetically and Tendou couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

“Why should I listen to you? It might just be another one of your sadistic thoughts, hm?”

“Oh, this is a horrible first impression. I’m so sorry.”

“Sadists don’t say sorry, __.” She gaped, then popped her lips.

“On the topic of sadism, what kind of things are you into?” She inquired.

“Are you asking me about my kinks or what I do for fun?”

“The second one!”

“Well, uh, the first one could apply to both.” He smirked, only for her to wiggle her eyebrows. “But uh, to sum me up, I’m basically just a taller than average nerd.”

“Well, I’m a shorter than average nerd, it’s nice to meet my kin.”

They arrived at the coffee shop near his dorm room a quick minute later. He didn’t know what to think of __, not one bit. For now, he decided that he liked her. She got him. At least, she got the person he presented himself as. She listened to everything he had to say and more, and judging by her demeanor she liked talking to him. He found out she liked anime and could name all 196 countries on earth. He found out she was a dancer in high school but quit because she had to, not because she wanted to. He told her all about Shiratorizawa, the good parts, at least. He brushed the thin skin above the hard flesh and decided that, if they were to stay friends, he’d let her in on the cruelty later on. Her coffee order was just as odd as she was, it took her longer to explain than it actually took them to make. She was different, Tendou could sense it, and he could sense something else creeping up on him too.

At the end of it all she had given him her phone number. He warned her that he may just send an onslaught of memes to her at three in the morning, but that made her want to give him her number even more. “I’d rather get unsolicited memes than unsolicited nudes”, is what she said. He had dropped her off at her dorm at six and on his entire walk home he felt dizzy. He was overthinking again, but it couldn’t be helped. Although in the front of his mind, all was positive. She liked him, she wasn’t afraid of him. She complimented his hair and his freckles and his sense of humor. She was flirting with him, she liked him. There was nobody she was using him for, she said it herself that she barely knew anybody. But why couldn’t he bring himself to believe her? Maybe one day, he’d bring it up to her. For now, he just wanted to pass out.

“You wanna get deep, Satori?”

It was a question she had asked at two in the morning on the friday night before spring break. A question that made his heart race out of his chest. They were alone in his dorm room along with dozens of empty soda cans, all the lights off besides the cheap lamp on his nightstand. They sat on his bed, legs crossed, facing each other. For the longest time none of them said a word, before Tendou let out a sigh.

“You really wanna get deep with me, __?”

“I’ve wanted to get deep with you since the day we met.” She shrugged, taking a subconscious sip of her coffee. “Is that weird?”

“Kinda… not judging though.” Tendou shrugged. He cracked his neck and placed his half empty can of coke on the nightstand. “I trust you well enough to tell you my tragic anime villain backstory. You cool with that?”

“Lay it on me.”

Tendou sat silent for a moment, contemplating the situation he was wedged into. It was way too late and he was already high on the feeling of sleep deprivation, and there was nothing left for him to lose.

“I was kind of a weird child. Hell, I’m still a weird child depending on who you ask. Ah, weird elementary schooler, we’ll go with that. I’ve always loved volleyball ‘cause its so fast paced without getting physical. I was addicted to that… rush. You prolly don’t get what I mean by that.”

“I feel what you mean.”

“Good. I started playing when I was six or seven-ish. Loved it. Didn’t love me though. The other kids… the other kids would bully me. A lot. I was called a… a monster. They didn’t like my hair or my eyes or my freckles or the way I moved…. I was just a human version of road bump. In their way. They’d beat me up but I never fought back. I always went home with a split lip or a black eye… tons of scrapes. It was really hard… insanely. I ended up beating one of them in a volleyball match with this block, which pretty much became my signature. I told you ‘bout the Guess Block, right? I wasn’t bullied as much after that, at least, not physically. Middle school sucked. I mean, middle school sucked for everyone, right? My teammates talked so much shit, so did my coach. I was included but damn, I was never included. Nobody liked me but I kinda just had to deal with that. I didn’t even like myself. Until high school came. Damn, when I say high school was the best three years of my life, I mean it. Best team ever, awesome group of guys. The type of people who would kick someone’s teeth in if they looked at you funny. It was acceptance, I… I loved it. Sometimes I even forgot that people ever hated me ‘cause these guys made up for every shitty moment of my life up until then. I wanna say those were the only friends I’ve ever had. The only people who didn’t see me as… a monster. Graduation sucked, it was like leaving the only paradise I had ever known. I’m proud to say I cried for three days straight in my bedroom afterwards. You can quote me on that if you ever need blackmail, by the way, __. When I met you here I think I was sceptical about you for two months straight. I’ve never met somebody who was nice to me outside of that volleyball team and you were just… weird. Like, what’s this pretty girl talking to me for? She’s using me, she’s so using me. I dated two girls in the past, one I dated for a week before she cheated on me with another guy in my class, horrible, right? And another dated me for a day and broke it off ‘cause she told me the only reason she got with me was to get closer to the volleyball captain. The volleyball captain was my actual best friend, just to let you know. Then uh, I met you and you were nice to me. You were genuinely the first person out of the team to not think I’m a monster and… and I dunno. That’s my fucked up life, beat that.”

She didn’t say a word as he finished up his rant. His face was red and he refused to look her in the eye. She knew it now. She knew the roots of his trust issues and his depression, the thoughts he’s never told anyone. She was silent as she reached over and pulled him into her arms, holding him tight as he shook. His arms found their way around her middle and he pulled her closer towards him, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. Tendou decided that this was nice, he could live like this.

“I’m so sorry, Satori.”

“It’s alright.”

“You know, the first time I saw you I thought you were crazy attractive?”

“Really?”

“That’s why I was staring at you. I could’ve screamed.”

“You’re lying.”

She said nothing after that, compensating to running her fingers through his matted hair.

“Satori?” She peeped after a moment of brief silence. He sniffled, lifting his head out of the crook of her neck.

“Hm?”

“You know those two girls you dated?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Have you ever been kissed?”

Satori gawked at her with wide eyes. If his heart hadn’t been hammering before it sure was now. He sighed, and shook his head.

“Will I be the biggest loser on earth if I say no, I haven’t?”

“No…” she shook her head. She blinked slowly then sighed. “Satori, can I kiss you?”

His mind went blank for a moment. It was now three in the morning and nothing else mattered to him besides her, sitting in his arms and looking at him like he meant the world to her.

“Yes.”

So she did.

She cradled his head in the palm of her hand and wasted no time in pressing her lips against his. He had short circuited, his mind even more scrambled than it had been before. He didn’t know what to do so he just went with whatever he could. His nose bumped against hers, same goes for teeth, but she was soft. She pulled away for a split second and let out a puff of air, then went back to delicately kissing him.

She pulled away after a moment, looking into his eyes and brushing the pad of her thumbs across his cheeks. She was flushed up to the core, and it made Satori smile.

“You deserve to be loved, Satori. You deserve everything. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met and I’m insanely proud of you. I love you.” She whispered, thumbs still brushing circles across his freckled cheeks. Her words made him tear up, but she didn’t notice. Maybe she did, but payed no mind to it. She loved him. That’s all he ever wanted to hear.

“I love you too, __. Thank you.”

He didn’t quite remember what happened next, it all being just a sleep induced blur. What he did know is that the next morning he woke up with her cradled in his arms, under the covers with her hands in his hair. For the first time in ages, he had woken up happy. He didn’t want to move, hell, he didn’t even want to think. He wanted her to kiss him again, he wanted to tell her he loved her again. He wanted her to be his.

For the first time in his life, Tendou Satori had felt loved.

[purplerakath]

Two Asks for the Price of - Writing Process

So I got two asks today that are on the same line, no idea if they’re the same person.

Do you mean your not going too the write the fic requests in your ask box ever or just not right now?

She doesn't have to be the Maya we use to know. She can still be post 310 Maya, maybe after she and Lola talked and stuff.

So to answer the first part, I will attempt to make a fic on this, it’ll just take a little more time. It also will probably be on AO3 as writing on Tumblr is really slow going as I have to wait for the system to catch up to correct mistakes I make. This leads into the answer to the second item, because it has to do with why this will take more time.

So my style when doing fanfiction is to use the evidence in the show (that is actions taken by characters) to infer their reactions in the situations I put them in. I can infer how forward Lola is in a relationship by balancing her hesitance to say “I love you” to Tiny in 208 with her exuberance on taking nude selfies during Season 14. One suggests a complete comfort in her own skin, the other a terrifying fear of rejection romantically. And leads us to 305, where Lola sleeps with Miles and then is ready to not be romantically attached, comfort in her body discomfort in romance. A steady and easy to read map of information.

The problem with this is that the show made it a point to NOT explain what is going on in Maya’s head during all of Season 3. We know there is something, but none of her actions or statements really build a solid narrative I can pinpoint the cause with. It has to do with her feeling like a weight on others, but that’s only part of it. I don’t know the other part so I can’t readily formulate an answer I can be as comfortable with.

This is why the Esme prompt about her dad had so little of him, cause I was flying blind. I’d probably have the same issue if someone gave me a promt including Blue or Leia, parents we don’t meet, and Saad. (Saad’s actor is super expressive in the... four scenes we got of him. So I could probably limp through.)

In “Hope” I was basing Maya’s actions off of Maya in 309, in Zombie, and Thunderstruck. But it was a very surface expression of things. I will try, I just get a little more uncomfortable trying to guess as blindly.

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#62 “Are you flirting with me?” + #64 ″Why must I suffer?” (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Promt:  #62: Are you flirting with me, #64: Why must I suffer; Jasper is flirting with the reader and Emmett is teasing him. Ty😊 (requested)

A/N: It’s been 84 years, but I came back with this. I hope @karmasfalseconfessions you like it, bb, i’m going to try to post the other one this week!

A/N 2: I love incorporating millennial things on my twilight fics, I feel like Emmett would be a buzzfeed reader, totally. huge fan of buzzfeed unsolved, maybe.

Feedback is always appreciated. Don’t be shy if you want to leave an ask or just want to talk to me, I’m always here!

“Your lips seem lonely; would they like to meet mine?” Jasper’s voice suddenly broke the silence, peaceful, silence in the living room where Emmett, Jasper and you were watching TV. You quickly turned your head to your right where he was sitting. He was smiling, grinning more than smiling and the only thing you could do was just stare at him with your eyebrows raised.

“Jasper that was so lame, Jesus Christ” Emmett said while he laughed.

“Are…are you flirting with me?” you asked still wondering what happened but still, you wanted to laugh.

Instead of answering, Jasper just continued with another pick-up line.

“Do you have a map, babe?” you instantly groaned already knowing what was coming next. “’Cause I’m getting lost in your eyes”

Right after he finished, Emmett busted out laughing, immediately making you laugh as well.

“Oh god, did you take those from a Buzzfeed article on ‘How To Be Stupid’ or something?” Emmett asked with a serious face, visibly cringing.

“One more, please, it’s going to be good” Jasper said ignoring Emmett’s groans, you just sighed and nodded shortly, so he started talking “You know, I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, covering your face with your hands. “Why must I suffer?”