#dont do me this frighten carv

[yandereaffections]

Peter Parker Masterlist (MCU)

this boy is gonna have a whole post just for himself cause damn

The Spider Boy

Headcannons

Pinning

14 and 46 with Peter Parker

“Dont you love me?”  

“I’ll ruin you if I ever see you talking to my love again”

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?”

Not Crushes Soul Mate

Comforting recently broken up Crush

Pretending to be a couple

Copycat trying to court Crush

Valentines Day

Yandere Copycat

Bullied S/o

Oblivious crush

S/o that loves Physical Affection

Panic attack comfort

S/o who doesnt believe in marriage

jealous cause the kissing scenes in your preforming play

Happy Birthday

Trying to get S/os parents approval

S/o with invisibility power

S/o with a bad home life

Aunt May finding out Peter kidnapped S/o

Kidnapping headcannons

Peter coming into S/os dimension via Movie

S/o who ran away/Disappeared

S/os a mermaid

starting college before him

Teenage pregnancy

Scary movie marathon

Pumpkin Carving contest

Married in LA

Zombie Apocalypse

S/o being frightened from watching horror movies alone

Post Infinity War, Ghost! Peter

First meeting, stalking, and taking pictures of Crush

S/o w/ superiority Complex

S/os the daughter of Tony Stark

Queen S/o

The type of Photos Peter will have of S/o

photoshoping himself into pictures with S/o

Manipulative S/o

“Dont say youre lonely, you have me!”

Halloween HC

“i love you, and ill do anything to prove it”

Body image issues

Yandere Crush

Dealing with another Yandere whose after you

crushs a weeb

Youtuber S/o

S/os protective best friend

Joining the side of his Villain S/o

Jealous cause S/o likes WWE

S/o whose close with their family

Touch starved S/o

“dont run away from me”+ “i need you”

Movie Star S/o

S/o who loves to be doted on

Movie Star S/o prt2

Jealous caused youre shipped with others

Being separated in classes  

Jealous cause S/os spending more time with Ned

Jealous because of S/os protective, clingy Little sister

S/os parents finding out about his yandere traits

Youtuber! Peter obsessing over S/o

S/os friends trying to separate you

Someone else asks S/o to be their Valentine first

S/os father, Tony, not liking peter

Workaholic S/o

Popular S/o

Vampire S/o who feels bad for feeding

Touch starved Peter

Straight Forward S/o

S/o with a terrifying Father

Relaxing w/ you after Spiderman duties

S/o who finally escapes

Athletic S/o

Thinking your cheating

S/o who constantly loses her glasses

Druggie S/o

Childish Drunk S/o

S/o being taken advantage of

Jealous of your friendly Teacher

S/o hiding her chest

S/o Hiding behind him

Comforting Workaholic S/o

Constantly tired S/o

S/o who stalks, takes pictures, and steals peters underware

Trying to break up with Peter

Proposing to Peter

Suddenly jumping on peter for a piggy back ride

Taking a depression nap

Someon flirting with Naive S/o

Selfless Kidnapped S/o

S/os Parents disapprove of the relationship

Short S/o struggling to keep eyecontact

Fighting anyone who bullies peter

Online Crush coming to visit

pyromaniac S/o

Recharging after Finals

Villain S/o dating Peter to kill him

Stoping Server Workaholic S/o

Stopping S/o from fighting

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

S/os Suicide TW

S/o with acrylic nails

Pregnant S/o running away

Getting better score than Peter after he Tutored you

Surprised by how muscular Peter is

S/os a unknown Hero

Peter paranoid at S/os birthday party planning

Stalker S/o forgetting to turn of their cameras Flash

S/o that does archery

Voice actress + Cosplayer S/o

S/o coming to America for College

S/o on her period

S/o asking for tech help at ungodly hours

Emotionally immature affectionate S/o

Sterile S/o

Someone trying to get your pantie shot

Intimidating but sweet S/o

S/o whos chill with Peters yandere traits

Player S/o

S/o with negative affiliations

Learning Sign Language to Adopt a deaf child

Bad, corny pickup lines

College S/o bringing back gifts from their Home Land

embroidery w/ S/o

Avengers finding kidnapped S/o

Gamer Rage S/o

What kind of parent Peter is

S/o accidentally revealing their powers

S/o being harassed because of “Thin Privilege”

S/o Shuting down when kidnapped

Autistic S/o

Tourist Crush

Comforting S/o whose parents are divorcing

S/o who loves to do calligraphy

S/o who Friendzones everything

S/o hacking into Stark Industries

Gluten allergy S/o

Pissed S/o punching a whole in the wall

Starving Succubus S/o

The Purge + Hunted down

S/o whos not allowed to celebrate Halloween

S/o who is immune to Incubus Peter

Kuudere S/o + Haunted House

Overworked S/o due to parents

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world

Monster fucker S/o being disappointed she wasnt kidnapped by a Orc

Saying a Werewolf pun to Werewolf Peter

Kidnapped S/o asking for videogames

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world PRT2

Werewolf S/o

S/o that can bring dolls to life

Bad Necromancer S/o

Telepathic S/o

Demon S/o

Escaped Naga S/o

Monster S/o Attacking peter

S/o who speaks in older languages the angrier they get

S/o having a breakdown

S/o who is secretly a DJ

Going to halloween party with Dullahan S/o

Exhausted yard worker S/o

S/o not caring for their birthday anymore

Finding out S/os a harpy

Finding S/os sleeping on the streets

People Pleaser S/os friend commits suicide TW

Tsundere S/o

S/o being upset for what peter did in their dream

S/o sneaking out to go Black Friday shopping

S/o staying home for their birthday

Knowing Spidermans peter when he saves S/o

Android S/o finally showing a huge step in affectiom

S/o just moving to NY

S/o escaping to go to McDonalds

Independent Crush in a Zombie Apocalypse

Immortal S/o pranking people in brutal ways

“What if we ran away together, JK kidding… Unless?”

Crush trying to get peter and their friend together

Stalking S/o to their safety

S/o has hyphema

Darlings brothers are terrifying

S/o sneaking out to star gaze

Murdering someone S/o knows

Yandere S/o not liking Aunt May

Witch S/o giving peter a magic Romba

Artist Male S/o gifting peter a portrait of Uncle Ben

Kuundere S/os parents not supporting them

Cat girl/boy S/o

‘Dead’ s/o being found

Dotting on stressed peter

Succubus eating off of affection rather than lust

Bullied s/o fighting back

S/o who acts like a cat when they want his attention

S/os name is hard to pronounce

Yandere letters

1st generation immigrant S/o who isnt good at English

Bratty S/o

Drider

S/o has a friend thats basically their kid

S/o who forgets to eat

S/o who forgets to sleep

Joining S/o in gym

Darling with Fainting spells

S/o who forgets to take their meds

Depressed darling comfort

S/o addicted to monster energy drinks

Izuku Midoriya vs Peter Parker

S/os obsessed w/ space

Keeping naive S/o out of trouble

Male s/o that flirts alot

Motherly S/o

Hunted down by Werewolf peter

Aro S/o who loves physical affection

Pleasing 

Pleasing prt2 

NS FW alphabet A-Z

Sub Peter w/ Male S/o 

Creampied w/ Male S/o 

NS FW headcannons

Using your underwear 

Jerking off in S/os bed when theyre away 

Watching S/o masturbate through closet door 

Omega peter convincing that hes a worthy mate. slightly NS FW

Breeding + Submissive 

Breeding kink 

Worked up in the middle of school 

NON-CON Breeding kink 

Sexually frustrated S/o 

Sitting on Peters face 

Indulging Male S/os dirty fantasy’s of Spiderman 

Soulmate + Somnophilia 

Sensory deprivation w/ Sub Peter 

Somnophilia HC 

Naga Peter NS FW HC

Somnophilia w/ male s/o 

sending him sexy pics 

[c0tards--s0luti0n]

"im gay" "im straight" ok?? why cant i love you, or hate you, or any feeling inbetween ???? just plug me in, turn me on, ill be a good machine ???? i can love you like i need you ????? i can fuck you like i dont ????? i dont want to deceive you, but im more frightened that i wont ????? i want to make you happy; so you shouldnt be aware ????? of why I keep repeating it- "i love you, i swear" ????? i should be grateful youll have me, youve said as much before ??????? youre everything i wanted, so why do i keep seeking more?????? even if i were to leave you, nothing better’s guaranteed ?????? no men i want would want me, but that wont carve away the need!!??????? when i try to meet your eyes, i see someone else’s there!!!??????? the words taste bitter in my mouth- "i love you, i swear"??????? but dont look at me too closely, or dont look at me at all !!!!!!!! somethings screaming in the background, somethings clawing at the wall !!!!!!! please touch me, but dont touch me !!!!!!!!!!! youve been cherished, youve been warned !!!!!!!!. im an exquisite broken statue, i am perfectly deformed !!!! im not worth the full attention of anyone worth mine . nothings wrong with you- what’s wrong with me?? why cant our hearts align??? if I was stronger, i could fix this; cut the bad and leave the good . be the marble and the sculptor, like my father says i should . to stand before the mirror, my skin and shoulders bare, and say without repeating it- i love you, i love you, i swear. I SWEAR!

[censorious-asshat]

"The fate of the world is in your hands." What a load of crap. All the choices that had anything to do with it were made for me. I lost all the ability to do anything good for this place on my my own accord once he said that. It's so tiring getting all the praise and all the blame for everything that happens in the harsh world. And the war is almost over, but not for me. This pathetic title of the chosen one will follow me everywhere and haunt my very existence till the day i become one with the sky.

All this effort, stress, torture, and pain, just for the exiled princess to become queen. Could i not become the queen. After all, i just saved the nation from the dictatorship that ruined the nation for a century. The choices that i made are the ones that will shape the political future of this place. I deserve that throne more than the worthless princess.

She isn't even all that. It's not that I'm jealous. Imagine the throne being placed into the hands of a meek little bitch who was exlied because she was caught wearing her moms jewels in the stable boy's bed. She is frightened of everything and still is processing everything.

The throne is the last thing on my mind, though. It's the least i deserved. I spent the last 6 years of my life doing someone's bidding for this nation, and im just 22. The years of my life i should have spent learning and growing were instead spent on quests that i mostly faced near death because of, and i dont get anything from it. All that will be left of my legacy will be that i was the chosen one who wasn't chosen at the end.

"The fate of the world is in your hands." You know what, it is. The fate of the world is in my hands, and i will change it. I will change it to fit what i want and what it deserves. And i will do whatever i can to make this true.

I, Mira Kashyap, will grab the reigns of the future and carve it into what it deserves.

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

hello hello hope u are having a good timezone! as u might have noticed re: my tags on that shl gifset lmao i'm interested on yr thoughts on this as a wenzhou poem.. cannot stop thinking about the come hope too much. come with all your ghosts. come clown around when the timing's bad. come promise me the world. come trust me to do my best even when i don't. come ask me to give you everything i have. anyway. !!! <3

honestly, i dont know how to present my thoughts without wanting to cry. there is something so raw about this poem that hits me where it hurts. i think this visceral need, of hope, is so essential to tyk, and at the same time, the novel is making a study of hopelessness.

i mean. the main character starts out killing himself; and it is hard not to understand this wish if the very world he lives in is so bleak and devoid of warmth. and after that very important decision, zhou zishu rejoices in every single mundane thing life has to offer; and he can do that, like, he has given himself the allowance to it because he paid for it with his death.

Death was not frightening. It had not been easy for him to survive over the past twenty years; all of the methods he used to pressure Zhang Chengling were ones he had endured in his childhood, but even harsher, and despite him not having the kid's innate talent for withstanding that harshness completely unharmed. (Ch. 45, tl. chichilations) "Why wouldn't i? My junior used to be taught by my hand." .. "Then what did you do if our junior couldn't recite the mantras, or couldn't practice some move?" .. "I made him copy the introductory breath-regulation mantra three hundred times. If he couldn't even practice slowly, then he wouldn't need to eat, nor… need to sleep. In the middle of the night, I would get someone to lock his bedroom up so that he would go into the snowdrifts and come to a comprehension on his own." (Ch. 33, tl. chichilations) He had experienced enough to fear no one and nothing in the world. If he lived in no fear, what was so scary about death? (Ch. 45, tl. chichilations)

and i feel like... like!! he has spent his entire life trying to carve out a place for himself: he perfected four seasons manor’s martial arts into an, uh, art, he dabbled a little in game of thrones politics entirely uncalled for, he discovered he has basically no bottom line, he sold his sect to the empire and built a new organization by himself, he became the most powerful person of the nation second only to the son of heaven. he has, like, done lots of things, and made mostly only bad choices.

but this struggle has always been about living his own life, and it has always been in a transactional way, and now that he has all but killed himself, he is doing it all over again.

However, what was making him uncomfortable was that he had to count the days down until his death. / Having endured so much, his heart's will was stalwart, and never had he had a will for death. Wasn't it ironic that his most free, most unworried, and most cheerful days would be the ones where he was waiting to die? / This was most likely yet another stupid thing that was his own doing. (Ch. 45, tl. chichilations)

and wen kexing is kind of the opposite. wen kexing has never really lived a life for himself, and over his time in the valley, he must have become accustomed to the thought of never having a life of his own ever. he is entirely unashamed of being seen as well, at least regarding the things that are socially unacceptable, like homosexuality and murder, or his general unhinged self; unashamed in a way that speaks of a trial by fire. but he once says that,

"For all my life, whenever I want to happily play around, I can't be happy. When I grew up a little, I wanted to learn arts both martial and literary with my parents, but no one was around to teach me. Tell me… isn't that some very poor timing?" (Ch. 29, tl. chichilations)

in short, he is always slightly out of tune. when he meets zhou zishu, he is slightly out of tune as well. zhou zishu is going to die (at this point, it is all but set in stone), and wen kexing has this plan that ends with a bang, with him going up in flames while he burns all of his past grievances and the devils and demons of jianghu, and that includes himself, away.

"This is the human world," he continued, "and the human world should not have ghosts and demons. The … prestigious Hero Ghao Chong is ridding the world of calamities for the common folk. If we don't lend a hand, would your many years of reading sagely texts not be in vain? I heard that only many years of cultivation can then give you a fulfilled life, but if you don't do anything notable, wouldn't those decades have been for nothing?" / Zhou Zishu didn't answer, but Wen Kexing still turned to ask after him. "Wouldn't you agree, Ah-Xu?" (Ch. 16, tl. chichilations) When cold rain falls, autumn makes itself known; the wutong tree ages and dies. Thin robes offer no protection from a night of bitter winter, years and lives wasting, whiling away... nothing more than this: resentment, that we met so late. (Ch. 29, tl. hunxi-after-hours)

but oh. while they meet, in that space between them, they carve out a place for them that fits just right; a space where they can explore and discover, play and fuck around, and be human. something neither really knows how to. ("and I started feeling myself open, / started feeling my yes coming back / and it was the sweetest thing I had ever known / the reverse of being haunted, / like taking a deep breath / and pulling the fog of the glass.")

and it also reminds me of this:

(excerpt from 'baked goods' by aimee nezhukumatathil, found here)

seriously, the lines youre quoting in your ask, like (grabs wenzhou and shakes them around) thats them!!! its them!!! but the poem has no single line that isnt a banger, almost no line that doesnt fit them. how it starts is absolutely devastating, it reminds me of wen kexing and the valley and his general attitude re: his lack of autonomy. ("I wanted the yes to last forever so badly later on I told myself: / We’re built like drums. We couldn't make songs / if we had never been hit. It was a desperate theory.") it reminds me of zhou zishu's journey (gestures at qi ye at large) and his unceasing downwards spiral, that ends with him (figuratively but also not) in his own grave. ("And that’s how I lived. I mean, that’s how I’d been living. / Decades of no no no no no no / And that’s okay, an accordion could not make a song / if it never closed.") like, zhou zishu is a survivor. the fact that he decides to kill himself has been a long way coming emotionally, but only really comes to pass in the physical world when liang jiuxiao's death kicks him off over edge, and half a decade later, he still remembers him with that misunderstanding in mind; otherwise, im fairly sure, he would have never done so, despite being unhappy and miserable.

"Who?" Zhou Zishu laughed dourly. "You mean the girl at the restaurant? I'll handle her. Liang Jiuxiao … he… he said murderers pay with their lives. Told me to pay with my life." (Qi Ye, Ch. 62, tl. chichilations) Murdering someone should be paid with one's life? Why should it be? In this world, there was a way to make living worse than dying. (TYK, Ch. 20, tl. chichilations)

but wen kexing, even despite being highly aware that he has never really lived, tries to find light in the darkness even in his last days on earth. ruth @specialability said the other day when i was rambling about wen kexing's general attitude re: his own impending death in my tags, "I do think that Wen Kexing is sort of removed from his reality in a dissociative way but he doesn't want to be. He is trying to have life experiences that are not so shitty and I do think there are times when he is very 'present', especially with Chengling," and i agree. they are both in their last days on this earth, and they are desperately making the most of it, because in all honesty, neither really wants to die. this shift from "not wanting to die" to "living", in tyk, happens incredibly slow and not all at once, i think. its a gradual process, a lot must be chosen and decided upon, and before all, wenzhou must allow themselves to believe in hope again.

thats what rattles me so about 'good light', its about how there hasnt always been hopelessness, but now, it is hard to remember how it used to be; having faith. believing in the good. this ardous, sometimes agonizing process of starting to believe in it again, of opening yourself to possibilities again. in the chapter when wu xi and jing qi return to examine zhou zishu again, after they already pronounced him incurable once before, and savable only if he paid a price that turns out to be his bottom line, zhou zishu says, in his pov:

Even though the time he had spent alive could not be considered ‘long’, Zhou Zishu felt that it was sufficient for him to understand this lesson--that there was no such thing as a free lunch. Even if these two people before him could be considered ‘friends’ if he were hard-pressed to, even if he was familiar with how the Great Shaman operated, he still dared not believe it so easily. / Because… it could hurt, this thing called hope. (Ch. 64, tl. wenbuxing)

but oh, it can be so sweet as well, cant it? when youve opened yourself to it, when youve begun to discover life, the world, yourself and who you might be; a second chance, at life, at being a person. like, wenzhou are so weird, but they are also trying out this thing called courtship, called friendship, called mundane life. and its so funny because they dont know how, and the novel absolutely drags them for it and they drag each other constantly and themselves too, no thing is left untouched. but also it is funny, it is hilarious, in this tragic sort of way that makes me want to cry, and also in the funny way because these two guys are just so perfect at being clowns.

but it is also sweet and lovely and raw, and thats who they are, and thats what they allow themselves to be, allow each other to be when they are together. they have, somehow, carved out this safe space with each other, where they can be fragile and human.

(quote above from 'i will' by mistki, found here)

[magioffire]

dokkalfar are just. obsessed with wearing masks and headdresses. these accessories are symbols of status and power and job. they can be made from basically anything, but the most common material used for mask making is bronze, lacqured wood, tempered obsidian, or even grown and carved from mushrooms. these masks almost always cover the entire face, though sometimes you will see dokkalfar wearing less ceremonial ‘half masks’ during parties.

 the dokkalfar’s most highly trained soldiers and guards are perhaps the imfamous mask-wearing dokkalfar, as their ebony-wood masks are crafted with enchantments to enhance their abilities in battle.

 the masks themselves can be stylized with all sorts of horns and sharp edges, feathers, fangs. the expressions anywhere between a tight, neutral expression to theatrical, grotesque depictions of people, demons, animals, and monsters.

niantics, myrmidons, gentrymen, majors and generals are all members of the dokkalfar military that wear their own special masks to indicate their rank. they are often also painted different colors to further help differentiate the ranks of dokkalfar. masks with motifs of eyes, particularly a ‘third’ eye carved unto the forehead of the mask, are also often commonly seen among the apostles and magisters of amorium, as it is a representation of magical prowess and being ‘seen’ by the gods, a blessing or a curse.

masks that break into triple faces (called a ‘three moons’ mask or a ‘mithra’ mask, as it represents the phases of the moon and the many faces of their god, mithra) are only worn by the highest ranking members of the unseelie;  typically the archon, the hierophant, the vizier, and the archmage are the only ones allowed to have masks stylized in this way.

nobility of the unseelie court also enjoy wearing highly stylized, personalized masks, which are also often imbued with enchantments intended specifically for the wearer. some nobility will have multiple masks for different purposes -- like a mask they wear when attending court within the sidhe, or masks they wear when attending court in other lands or when acting as ambassadors, masks they wear simply for the pleasure of it, masks they wear during rituals, masks worn during battle. just. masks for every purpose.

these masks are yet another example of the importance of apotropaic magic within dokkalfar society. they believe wearing these masks frightens and confuses evil spirits, as they believe that spirits will see mask wearing dokkalfar as one of their own and choose to leave them alone. they also use the masks for the sole purpose of instilling uncertainty and dismay into their enemies, and to protect one’s identity within times of danger or war.

 for example, there are times where dokkalfar will often opt to switch out and wear eachother’s masks. they do this in order to further confuse their enemies, either on the court or within battle - so that a single dokkalfar cannot be truly picked out so easily from the swarm. it is also an effective way to protect more important members of their society during assassination attempts. many dokkalfar would jump at the chance to give their lives to save their archon, and so there have been points in history where a servant has worn the mask and garb the archon, and been assassinated in place of the archon themself.

there are also dokkalfar that use this mask switching as a form of magic, to bounce a curse intended for one person onto another who is better equipped to resist a curse and send it back to it’s sender.

here are some examples of the sort of masks dokkalfar like to wear under the cut (cw for scocophoba kinda. i dont even have a fear of being stared at and these masks still give me the heeby jeebies staring into my fucking soul):

[ritterblood]

@nobilismiles​  asked: ❝  i just need to know.  do you love me?  or have i just been making this all up in my head?  ❞ /  UNREQUITED,  FALSE ASSUMPTIONS  &  PINING  PROMPTS

there’s a certain distraction to the menial labor that goes into a ship’s upkeep that serves haurchefant well whenever he wishes to stop worrying or ruminating  ━ or in this case wondering whether he’d done or said aught to have brought about the captain’s disquieted mood;  the way carvallain has barely been engaging at all in his attempts of starting conversation,  the way he’d sometimes looked at haurchefant when he’d thought haurchefant wouldn’t notice,  ponderous and a little hesitant.  

has he somehow come to regret letting haurchefant into his crew ━ into his life?  is he having second thoughts on the nature of their relationship?  growing bored? growing tired? 

the fellow crew  ━ or at least those he’d brought it up with earlier  ━ reassured him ‘tis naught but his imagination;  that carvallain, at times, simply has quieter days where he prefers keeping to himself.  even so,  haurchefant could not help his mind twist and turn ‘round the issue  ━ and thus when the opportunity for distraction presented itself,  he was all too eager to take it. 

he almost does not hear carvallain’s approach,  a few bells later,  only looking up and around when he senses his shadow fall across his back.  his breath catches when blue meets those striking white hues,  his fingers itching to reach out yet tightening around the cloth in his hands.  his lips part to greet him,  to say aught at all in the hopes of breaking whatever peculiarity hangs ‘twixt them in the air,  but then  ━

breath leaves him in a rush,  his eyes widening in stunned surprise.  “ carvallain, i  ━ what? “  there’s an edge of utter disbelief to his tone,  his feet automatically crossing the distance,  cloth dropped to the ground so he can take carvallain’s face between his palms,  searching his face.  what irony that he should have worried all this time whether or not carvallain still wanted him,  when his lover had merely been toiling in his own doubts.   

all at once his earlier worries seemed so foolish. 

“ of course i love you. “  the conviction then firming his voice is absolute, his thumbs gently stroking either side of his cheekbones.  “ you are the sole reason i left ishgard to travel the open waters,  unable to bear being parted from you for even a sun’s turn more. “  haurchefant leans in as he speaks,  letting the tip of their noses brush, gently and tenderly,  “ you’ve no idea how much joy it brings me to have yours be the first face i see each morning,  and the last i see each eve  ━ and to know it’ll be so for as long as you’ll have me. “

he pulls away then, brushing their lips together in a soft kiss,  mouth quirking at the corners in rue.  “ foolish man.  is this why you’ve been so withdrawn? i was starting to fear you were considering the most diplomatic way to break up with me  ━ “

[wellthebardsdead]

Another dragon emperor while I flesh out more characters?? ~Bambi

———

Tai Lung: *arm now tightly bandaged in a sling, shuffles into his new chambers still learning to walk in such long and flowy clothing* how do people skateboard in these things? It’s my first time wearing hanfu an I can barely walk *groans rubbing his tail as he bumps it against the doorway* stupid drs, why’d they pull out so many scales?… *pauses staring at the extravagant room before him, walls painted with detailed artwork of peacocks and blossoms, the bed a large canopy of intricately carved mahogany lined with silk curtains and a moon gate like opening revealing a plush bedding of pillows and blankets inside, and on a table in the middle of the room, a mountain of boxes, all of it gifts from the emperor* woah… *quietly looks around before stepping to the boxes and opening one to show candied almonds* eh?… sweets? *opens another to show dried apricots, than another showing glutinous rice cakes, than another box of sweets, followed by another and another* Th-they’re all sweets?? How am I meant to eat all of this?! How am I meant to clean my teeth after this?!

???: Is it not to your liking g-

Tai Lung: *nearly launches himself onto the table in fright letting out a high pitched scream* EH!!? WHO ARE Y- *freezes seeing a very beautiful man around his age standing before him, long black hair half up half down in a neat bun and adorned in rather plain robes*

Wu Long: Ah, forgive me for scaring you great dragon. I’m your personal servant assigned by his majesty the emperor. My name is Wu Long.

Tai Lung: oolong?

Wu Long: *snickers* yes, like oolong. His highness said it was fitting, a name also bearing resemblance to a dragon be in service to a dragon. I humbly request your forgiveness for frightening you. *kneels down and bows*

Tai Lung: I-h-hey stop that you- *gently takes his hands helping him to his feet*

Wu Long: *visibly flustered at him touching him never mind holding his hands, feeling very blessed* I-ah s-stop what your grace-

Tai Lung: w-with the formalities, it feels weird being bowed to like that- all of this feels weird! And I-… I… I’m sorry… I’m very overwhelmed right now…

Wu Long: wh-why are you apologising I’m the one whose upset you and-

Tai Lung: you didn’t upset me just… please, Call me Tai Lung. By my name… you don’t have to bow to me.

Wu Long: I… but even the emperor bowed to you-

Tai Lung: I don’t know how the palace or- all of this works okay, b-but if it’s your job to be around me then I don’t want you to treat me like a deity alright…

Wu Long: *bows his head before correcting himself quickly* yes, Tai Lung. I will do my best.

Tai Lung: Cool. *pauses feeling his stomach growl* oh no-

Wu Long: Ah, you’re hungry?? *glances at the sweets* I take it not for desserts either, I’ll have the chefs prepare you a meal at once. Is there anything you’re craving?

Tai Lung: I wouldn’t mind a baked potato honestly, but anything savoury is fine.

Wu Long: I?… what’s a potato?

Tai Lung: …

*a few moments later*

Emperor Tengfei: *stepping into Tai Lungs Chambers* great dragon, forgive my intrusion please but I wanted to see how you’-WHAT IN THE WORLD?!

Tai Lung: *trying to climb out the window again* LET ME GO! I DONT WANT TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD ANYMORE!!

Wu Long: *holding onto his tail as the stewards try to pull him back inside* T-Tai Lung please I’m sure we can find it if you describe it to us!!!

*a few more hours later*

Tai Lung: *almost sobbing with joy eating a hot baked potato*

Emperor Tengfei: *standing behind the doorframe watching* he’s eating peasant food?

Wu Long: it’s what they feed to their pigs from what I’ve heard but it’s what he wanted.

[king-of-knives]

Insane

I don't know what the hell is wrong,

But god damn its 3 am again,

And sleep seems dead.

Skin crawling,

Head hollow,

Eyes red.

Why am scared?

When there's nothing frightening,

Why the hell am I crying like I've seen the dead?

Am I fucking insane?

Or is something driving me insane?

God I can't tell the difference anymore.

The voices are gone,

And I'm not alone,

Then why the hell does everything still feels wrong?

Why the fuck am I falling apart?

There's nothing tearing me down,

Nights like these reminds me how I'm insane.

Am I insomniac?

Or schizophrenic?

Or just a general socio manic?

God help me,

I wish I could set fire to my brain,

Squeeze out my lungs,

Carve out my veins,

Claw out my skin,

Draw out my soul,

And trap me in void.

Take this emotions apart,

Sort them into fucking pills,

And lock them away,

But fuck God he made numb more than worse.

So I sit here in the dark,

Looking up on empty ceiling,

For nth time in my life,

Repeat again and again,

I'm not fucking insane.

I know I'm odd,

Kinda bit of a social freak,

Who lives on a impulsive streak,

Doesn't think about normal important things,

But I sit here alone convincing,

I don't know who the fuck,

No I'm not crazed.

Repeating words in my head,

Which I left unsaid,

Dad I'm trying,

Don't look at me like I can't be helped,

Like I'm something beyond repair,

Mom please I beg,

Don't look at me like you can't understand,

A single thing I say,

And to everyone else,

Dont look at me like I'm unknown,

I swear I'm the same.

The more I write,

More I seem insane,

They say don't say something about yourself,

The world will take it as a fact,

But how else do I describe myself,

When the only thing I've felt since forever,

Is just kinda insane?

And with that I repeat to myself,

No I'm not insane.

-s.b.

[faetarou]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 || 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

fandom || haikyuu

pairings || miya osamu x reader

gender || fem!reader

request || anon said: An angst one shot where y/n and osamu dont know if they can trust each other enough and they end up confessing their uncertainties to each other and are closer than ever, please? [from fae: sldjsldjwk hi thank you for requesting i'm sorry it came at a time when i was so busy i hope you like it !!]

warnings // disclaimers || angst, trust issues, i personally hc the miya twins' parents got divorced so that shows up in here

word count || 1.0k

taglist || @crystal-lilac , @kenmaslov3r​ ​, @jojowantstocry , @igyus [you can send me an ask or dm to be added !!]

IT WASN'T THAT Y/L/N Y/N didn't like Miya Osamu.

Quite the opposite - she loved him so much her seemed to her the embodiment of the emotion. Yet, she found herself experiencing stirrings of feeling in her heart she didn't know what to do with, and it terrified her.

Y/N was afraid of trusting Osamu.

She, of course, knew he would never be dishonest or harmful, and all common sense pointed in the direction of a healthy relationship, and yet ...

And yet, and yet, and yet.

The distance growing between them was painfully beginning to carve a split straight down the middle of their lives, and Y/N felt more and more cornered with each passing day. Fundamentally, there was something about love, about partnership, completely and wholly gifting your heart to someone and praying they wouldn't break it, that had always frightened her.

Little did she know that Osamu was suffering with similar worries. They were both still in high school, both still so young in the universe's scheme of life. Osamu knew painfully well what it meant to trust someone, to place all of one's faith in them. He knew what happened when the wrong people were the object of one's affection.

He knew the red words and ugly contracts, the stabbing cries and burning tears, and he knew those words.

Break-up. Split. Divorce.

It wasn't that Miya Osamu didn't like Y/L/N Y/N.

Quite the opposite - she had retaught him the definition of love, and he had never once felt unsafe in her arms. Yet, he found himself being so scared with every fibre of his being, to his very bones.

This fear, this uncertainty, of not knowing if he could trust Y/N enough ... it was killing him.

Y/N stung with guilt every time she caught the shattered look in Osamu's eyes - when their calls and dates became less frequent, and they rarely saw each other outside of school, to the point it was as though they weren't even dating.

Try as she might to deny it, Y/N could feel the poisonous effect of their withering relationship. She was so close to calling it off, attempting to save him his feelings and her own fear and cowardice, all it would take was-

"Uh, Y/N, can we talk for a second?"

The worlds sent her world crashing down as soon as she realised who'd uttered them, caught a glimpse of those dark, warm eyes veiled in wisps of grey hair. She barely managed to nod as Osamu tilted his head towards an empty classroom, her heartbeat roaring in her eyes as he locked the door behind them.

When faced with this situation, when she was so certain the spiker would break up with her, Y/N wanted to beg him to stay. She wanted to shove aside her fears and hold him in her arms as though neither could sense the other's insecurity and uncertainty.

But they both could tell all too well.

"So, I, um, I have this fear."

Osamu's voice was quiet, shaky - so achingly uncertain that Y/N wanted to scream at herself for contributing in part to this pain.

"I'm really scared of commitment," he continued. "Relationships are really hard for me, even if I try my best. And ..."

He sighed, loudly, the next words seemingly stuck in his throat.

"It's not your fault - I don't think - but I feel like I can't trust you."

All the air rushed from Y/N's lungs, leaving her unable to form a single sentence, despite the fact she could tell Osamu was waiting for a response.

Finally, her voice returned, and she managed, "Osamu ... I was feeling a similar way - and it wasn't your fault! I'm- I'm really scared of trusting people, and I know you're loyal and kind and amazing, and yet, I ..."

She trailed off, playing with her hands as she made a last quiet confession. "But I'll do whatever you need to let you trust me. And I really, really, love you. I don't- I don't want to break up."

To her embarrassment, the tail end of her sentence was little more than a whimper, but she let her feelings hand in the air between them, finally spoken. How is it that saying things aloud makes my chest so much lighter?

Silhouetted by the sunlight of the afternoon, Osamu stepped closer to her, winding between two desks to envelop her hands in his. Though his touch was hesitant, it was there, and Y/N could hold on.

He waited for her to look him in the eyes, before delivering his reply.

"You can trust me too. I'm right here."

The mood wasn't right for a kiss or an embrace, or any of those other romance tropes. Instead, Y/N squeezed his hand, brushing her thumbs over his knuckles in a light caress. "I'm glad we could talk. I do want to trust you ... and I'm ready to. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." A hint of his smile, of Osamu, returned. "And I'm ready to trust you - we should doo this more often."

She huffed a laugh. "What, talking? I mean, yeah, maybe, part of human nature, and all that."

This time, he smiled properly, letting their joined hands hang between them as he began to lead her from the classroom. "You're funny, Y/N."

"You're funny too, Osamu," she grinned. They'd just survived their first relationship obstacle - and whilst it had been more of a plummet off a cliff than a roadblock, it had ended up in a trust fall.

And, as always, she and Osamu had caught each other.

It was frightening to trust, but ... Y/N was ready to. They both were.

Together.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

[zaricats]

okay, pls take this as genuinely as possible because that's how i mean it. i absolutely hated apostle so so much, and i'd be fascinated to hear your interpretation of it / why you like it 🤔

OOF okok disclaimer i dont think ive watched this since like. 2020. maybe. i had to google some of the plot so please take this w a grain of salt ~

spoiler warning!

i remember really enjoying the atmosphere of it generally, and i do like the sort of religious horror to it - this village is supposed to listen to its leaders fairly blindly as they are the only ones that are allowed/can speak to the thing that really controls their lives. i like that the leaders abuse this trust, and are really the ones making the demands. and this is all despite an actual divine presence, which the leaders actually talk to. in similar films, there usually isnt anything godly/supernatural at all, which makes this addition interesting to me. and then theres dan stevens whole loss of faith at the beginning, the blood = eucharist (maybe), etc etc...

i also like the nature angle to it, wherein incredibly damaging attempts to control nature occur, and its the effects of that control, not natures retribution, are what make everyone miserable. i wont spoil it, but i really like the way it ends because of the way it fits into these two themes. its optimistic, almost, its frightening, almost... i remember thinking it was very beautiful

ultimately, the film is about corruption - theyre all on this island to escape the corruption of the rest of the world, but it's followed them here. power is inevitably, unavoidably corrupting. i'm remembering the way the villain compares the goddess to a machine - its capitalism, its brutality, its greed.

i will say i dont remember liking some of the gore; the scene with the boy and the carving-out-your-brain thing was deeply upsetting to me. that was probably the intention, but it wasnt cathartic or intriguing in the way many other horror movies have upset me. i dont like gore in general, though, so theres that

tldr; its not a perfect movie, but i remember liking the aesthetic & atmosphere, the ending, and the themes! i also really love period horror films... they dont feel as common as horror films set in the modern era but i could be wrong

[hy5ter1cal]

Yourself

(THIS IS A PART 2 TO ‘WHO AM I WITHOUT YOU,’ WHICH YOU CAN READ HERE)

A/N: Hi hello guys, I finished it like I promised, not really sure if I like the ending but you know it is the way it is. I would really appreciate some feedback on this because I dont really have any idea if you like this or not :)

Summary: What would’ve happened if the others didn’t get to Tommy and Tubbo in time? 

Warnings:  Swearing, violence, major character death, manipulation, lore spoilers

Word count: 2.4k 

“Alright, now I can take you to the real discs.” Dream said as Tubbo walked towards him. “What- and why now?” His questions were ignored by Dream who simply said to follow him. 

Dream took the lead as Tubbo and Tommy slacked behind. The taller of the two carefully leaned down and whispered for the other to stay close. Tubbo nodded and looked back at Dream who was standing on the very edge of the tall mountain. The wind was howling and the only source of light was the moon and for a moment Tommy wondered if Dream would fall off, and considered giving him a nudge in the right direction. He didn’t have time to decide as Dream spoke again. “Be careful when you walk down.” As he said it, he stepped on a pressure plate neither of them had seen. The Redstone flared to life and started to move part of the ground out of the way to reveal a narrow staircase that had been carved out of the mountain wall. 

“So- do we go down first?” Tubbo looked at Dream who gave him a curt nod. Tubbo let out a breathy okay as a confirmation that he had understood and gestured for Tommy to follow him. Tommy carefully made his way down as to not fall off, he could hear how Dream had followed close behind them.

The previous silence was broken by Dream who now seemed much closer. “You two think you can just show up and fight me to try and take back your discs.” They were quickly reaching the end of the staircase. “As if I don’t have a plan. You think that I’m a fool but that’s not how it works, Dream chuckled as they all reached the end. They were back on the ground again, no moonlight reaching them with the mountain towering above.

Dream brought out a torch and lit it, “you know, I’ve always been one step ahead of you guys-” Tommy huffed, he just couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “You’re just pure fucking evil man-” 

“You know, Tubbo thought I was his friend, Tommy.” Dream took off his mask, showing off his smirk as he walked closer to Tommy, torch in hand. “What an idiot, right? You also thought I was your friend,” Dream’s dark eyes met Tommy’s before he continued, “I made sure no one showed up to your stupid party so your only friend would be me.”

Tommy was quickly looking over the beach decorations one last time, covering a creeper hole and setting up parasols. He was buzzing with excitement, he might get to see Tubbo today. Tommy looked at his clock and noticed how the guests should arrive in about five minutes. He decided to have one last look around to see if there was anything else to fix up.

When he found nothing to fix he decided to wait. 

And he waited,

and waited,

and when nobody came he decided to check his nether portal to see if anything had gone wrong. When he found nobody outside the nether he went in. After the sickening teleportation to the nether, he looked around. Everything looked normal. The bridge was still there, no ghast explosions preventing someone from entering. “Why- No one’s here..” He whispered to himself. Tommy decided to look around and followed the bridge back to the main portal which led to the Greater SMP. Nothing. He found no one. 

He begrudgingly made his way back to his portal, hoping that maybe they had taken another route or perhaps a detour. 

Tommy returned to the overworld and only found one person. Dream. He was sitting in one of the beach chairs, drinking one of the drinks Tommy had prepared. 

“Hello!” Dream greeted Tommy with a smile, no mask in sight. “Hi..” Tommy mumbled as he slowly walked towards him. “Where’s everyone else? I thought this was a party?” Dream asked, sounding innocent. “Uh- well, I don’t know..” Tommy sighed as he sat down next to Dream who turned to look at him, sympathy in his eyes. “Well, I was running a little late so I was surprised when no one was he-” 

Tommy suddenly stood up. A sinking feeling reaching him. He was wearing armor that he wasn’t supposed to have. He immediately took it off and gave it to Dream, ready for him to blow it up or burn it. “I’m sorry- I forgot.” Tommy stuttered and hoped Dream wouldn’t be mad. Dream raised his eyebrows in surprise, “no, no Tommy it’s fine.” He turned to look at Dream, “really?” He smiled kindly once more. “Of course, Tommy. This is a party after all.”

“Uh- well where is everyone?” Tommy asked as he made his way to the beach chair next to the one Dream sat in. “I don’t know,” Dream responded, dragging out the ‘I.’ “Wilbur sent out the invites, didn’t he?” Tommy continued to ask Dream questions, thinking of a way that something could’ve happened with the invites. But when Dream answered, letting him know that he had personally made sure that everyone knew, Tommy was speechless.

“So where is everyone then!?” Tommy could feel anger building. A slow-burning in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to break something, hurt someone. 

“Maybe they just don’t want to see you.”

“What- You did that-?” Tommy breathed, desperately trying to look anywhere but at Dream who was right next to him. He wheezed out a laugh, “yeah, and you trusted me like an idiot! The person who had been against you in every war until that point. But you were just so desperate for a friend, that even I was enough.” Tommy swallowed as he realized Dream was right, he shouldn’t have trusted him. It was so obvious now. 

“So yeah, I’ve been one step ahead of you since the beginning.” Dream declared one final time, making it clear that he was right. “And- Tubbo. The reason I have the disc is because I blew up the community house and framed Tommy.”

“You blew up-” Tubbo whispered. “-and you were dumb enough to give me the disc.” Dream mocked as he turned around towards the mountain wall.

“L’manburg is gone, I have the discs and you two at my mercy-” Dream grins maniacally as he placed the torch next to him. “Do you have any armor left?” Tommy whispered to Tubbo who replied with a frightened ‘no.’

“-Now, follow me.” Dream exclaimed as a hole in the wall emerged, leading them into a mostly empty room. The walls were covered in torches that prevented any hostile mob from entering, and on the ground, built-in Blackstone and Obsidian was a platform. “Is this a trap-” Tubbo whispered to Tommy who turned to Dream. “How do we know we’re not just going to die here?” He asked, followed by Dream chuckling. “You know I could just kill you right here, I suggest you do as I say.” 

Tubbo quickly followed Dream’s directions and stepped onto the platform. “Hey- man why the fuck are you doing as he says!?” Tommy shouted angrily as he turned to look at his friend. “I mean- we’re pretty much dead either way.” Tubbo exhaled, anyone with a brain could tell he was scared, incredibly so. 

Tommy eventually decided to step onto the platform with Tubbo. Dream swiftly followed and flipped a lever, making the platform descend. “Whoa-” Tubbo stumbled forward and grabbed onto Tommy as not to fall. “What the fuck is happening-” Tommy mumbled as the platform continued to go down and shake.

“Listen, Tommy,” Dream started, “ever since you came here you’ve been a headache. You’ve brought war, terrorism-” What Tommy figured was an elevator finally reached a giant room. The walls were built from Blackstone and small Redstone lights covered the walls. The air inside the room was almost musty, this room must’ve been built a good while ago.

Opposite of the elevator they were currently riding Tommy noticed a big nether portal and- their discs. Their discs were there. “-you’ve made everything bad! But- the cause of all the war, of everything, is attachment.” Dream looked at Tommy. “Right? Your attachment to the discs, your attachment to Henry, to pets and friends. To land and countries. To items” 

The elevator finally stopped and Tommy made a move to step off but was stopped by Dream. “That- that’s the one good thing that you’ve done. The one good thing you’ve done is bringing attachment,” Dream walked off the elevator and into the room. 

“So, it took me a long time to realize how important attachment was. But when I did I became more powerful, and I realized how important you were.” Dream continued to walk, “Tubbo, Tommy, come look.” He permitted them to step off the elevator and they did. “Come- come see your discs,” Dream said as he led them to the big podiums where they were. “They’re right here.”

Tommy cautiously made his way to Dream with Tubbo following close behind. “There’s an ender chest there..” Tommy pointed out cautiously. “Yeah, Dream began, “you could take the disc if you wanted to but it doesn’t matter. I mean- I wouldn’t do it if I were you because then Tubbo will die-” Tommy’s mouth opened in shock, what was happening? 

Dream led them to the other disc which waited on the other podium. “They’re just laying there…” Tubbo pointed out, sadness in his voice. 

“You know ever since attachment became important, I cut my attachments.” Dream said. “ I blew up my house, I lost my friends.” Dream started to corner Tommy against the cold wall. “I lost my items, my crossbow, my- you know- everything that was important to me. I cut everything off because I realized attachments give people power over each other.” 

Tommy tried to find anything to say, but couldn’t. “I mean- the reason you’re here right now is because I have these dumb little discs.” Tommy looked to Tubbo and then back at Dream, “how- how did that not hurt you?” He managed to ask. “Because I lost everything to gain everything.” Tommy scoffed and pushed Dream away from him. “You didn’t gain shit you’re a sick bastard!” he shouted, Tubbo soon joining him. “Yeah, you don’t seem to have a lot right now.” Tubbo scoffed as Dream started to raise his voice. 

“If I can control the things people are attached to, I can control the server again!” He shouted and made a move to point at the other two, “because this isn’t Tommy SMP or Tubbo SMP it’s Dream SMP, right!?” 

Dream started to walk towards the duo, making them back up into the middle of the room. “I’ve constructed.. a prison. It’s inescapable. You can’t get out.” Dream locked eyes with Tommy. “There are hundreds of thousands of stacks of Obsidian, there are elder guardians, there are guards.” Tommy gulped, “What… how..?” 

Dream smiled and turned to Tubbo, “You know, Tubbo’s a pawn. He’s a follower and I’ve used him as much as I can-” Tommy butted in again. “Tubbo’s not a follower! He was the last president of L’manburg- he’s not a fucking follower!” 

“And where is L’manburg now?” Dream snarkily replied as he continued. “I’ve already gone over this, Tubbo’s a follower-” Yet again Tommy objected. “Stop! Tubbo’s not a fucking follower! You need him as much as you need me!” Tommy shouted in Dream’s face. He scoffed, “I don’t need Tubbo at all.” Tommy pushed Dream away, “Yeah you do because without Tubbo, what am I?” Tommy hollered angrily. “Dickhead,” he added at the end. 

Dream sighed, “Tommy, you want to be a hero. You want to be the hero of the SMP. Do you know what a hero needs?” Dream asked, “An origin story. You have Tubbo.” 

Tommy was stunned, he had always read a lot with Techno as a child, and he knew what Dream meant. The person that matters most to the hero always-

“No! Absolutely fucking not!” Tommy retorted as he shoved Tubbo behind him. “No, no you- I won’t let you.” Dream smiled once more and grabbed Tommy. “Look, I want to give you a chance to say goodbye.”

Tommy tried to squirm out of his grasp, “No! We’ll get out of here like we always do, it always works out in the end, right Tubbo?” Tommy looked at Tubbo who remained silent. “You’ll get out of here Tommy, but Tubbo won’t.” 

“You know…” Tubbo finally spoke up, looking into Tommy’s eyes. “It’s fine.” 

“No.. no, no Tubbo don’t!” Tommy shouted, still trying to break free. 

“It’s about time I guess,” Tubbo sighed and looked at the ground once more. “No! No, don’t just accept it Tubbo!” Tommy hollered as tears started to gather in his eyes. 

“Goodbye, Tommy,” Tubbo whispered as he walked towards them. Dream finally pushed Tommy away and brought out his axe. “No! No Tubbo don’t!” Tommy sobbed as he stood up and started sprinting towards them. 

Before Tommy even saw it he heard the sickening sound of metal slicing skin, then came the blood. There was so much of it, coating the axe and dripping onto the floor. Tubbo soon lost his balance and fell, and Tommy was there-

“No- no Tommy, you have to jump!” Tubbo laughed as they stood on the tall structure. Tommy gulped, water bucket in hand. He was about to say something when Tubbo decided to push him off. Tommy’s scream rang out over the SMP as he fell, and right before he fell, he placed the water that would save him from the fall. Tommy shouted in triumph as he survived, but then he saw Tubbo jump. Tommy knew he didn’t have a water bucket but knew what to do when he heard Tubbo yell: “Catch me!” 

-to catch him once again. Tommy gently held him as he tried to compress the wound, as if that would help now. “Tubbo, please don’t die.. not now!” Tommy sobbed as he searched Tubbo’s face for anything other than signs of pain. Tubbo’s breathing was labored as he reached his hand to lay atop of Tommy’s. “Tubbo.. please. I can’t say goodbye.. not now!” Tommy cried as Tubbo tried to move his hand. “It- it will be okay.” he tried to reassure Tommy, he always hated to see him cry. “But.. Who- who am I without you?” Tommy stuttered as their eyes met one last time. “Yourself.”Tubbo said as the message rang out in chat.

<Tubbo was slain by Dream using The axe of peace>

Tommy let out a cry akin to that of a wounded animal as he buried his face in Tubbo’s chest and sobbed. He could feel Tubbo turn to dust in his arms. Every second that passed he lost more of his friend. But suddenly the silence had been broken by the swooshing noise of the nether portal.

“I’m sorry Dream, but you should’ve paid me more.”

[yandereaffections]

THE THIRD MASTER LIST

 Masterlist 3 in order: Marvel

first shit

second shit

4th shit

Fifth shit

sixth shit

seventh shit

Marvel:

Peter Parker-

Headcannons

Pleasing NS FW

Pinning

14 and 46 with Peter Parker

Pleasing prt2 NS FW

“Dont you love me?”  

“I’ll ruin you if I ever see you talking to my love again”

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?”

NS FW alphabet A-Z

Sub Peter w/ Male S/o NS FW

Not Crushes Soul Mate

Comforting recently broken up Crush

Pretending to be a couple

Copycat trying to court Crush

Valentines Day

Yandere Copycat

Bullied S/o

Oblivious crush

Creampied w/ Male S/o NS FW

S/o that loves Physical Affection

Panic attack comfort

S/o who doesnt believe in marriage

jealous cause the kissing scenes in your preforming play

Happy Birthday

Trying to get S/os parents approval

S/o with invisibility power

S/o with a bad home life

Aunt May finding out Peter kidnapped S/o

Kidnapping headcannons

Peter coming into S/os dimension via Movie

S/o who ran away/Disappeared

S/os a mermaid

starting college before him

Teenage pregnancy

Scary movie marathon

Pumpkin Carving contest

NS FW headcannons

Married in LA

Zombie Apocalypse

S/o being frightened from watching horror movies alone

Post Infinity War, Ghost! Peter

First meeting, stalking, and taking pictures of Crush

S/o w/ superiority Complex

Using your underwear NS FW

S/os the daughter of Tony Stark

Queen S/o

The type of Photos Peter will have of S/o

photoshoping himself into pictures with S/o

Jerking off in S/os bed when theyre away NS FW

Watching S/o masturbate through closet door NS FW

Manipulative S/o

“Dont say youre lonely, you have me!”

Halloween HC

“i love you, and ill do anything to prove it”

Body image issues

Yandere Crush

Dealing with another Yandere whose after you

crushs a weeb

Youtuber S/o

S/os protective best friend

Joining the side of his Villain S/o

Jealous cause S/o likes WWE

S/o whose close with their family

Touch starved S/o

“dont run away from me”+ “i need you”

Movie Star S/o

S/o who loves to be doted on

Movie Star S/o prt2

Jealous caused youre shipped with others

Omega peter convincing that hes a worthy mate. slightly NS FW

Breeding + Submissive NS FW

Breeding kink NS FW

Being separated in classes  

Jealous cause S/os spending more time with Ned

Jealous because of S/os protective, clingy Little sister

S/os parents finding out about his yandere traits

Youtuber! Peter obsessing over S/o

S/os friends trying to separate you

Worked up in the middle of school NS FW

Someone else asks S/o to be their Valentine first

S/os father, Tony, not liking peter

Workaholic S/o

Popular S/o

Vampire S/o who feels bad for feeding

Touch starved Peter

Straight Forward S/o

S/o with a terrifying Father

Relaxing w/ you after Spiderman duties

S/o who finally escapes

Athletic S/o

Thinking your cheating

S/o who constantly loses her glasses

Druggie S/o

Childish Drunk S/o

S/o being taken advantage of

Jealous of your friendly Teacher

NON-CON Breeding kink NS FW

S/o hiding her chest

S/o Hiding behind him

Comforting Workaholic S/o

Constantly tired S/o

S/o who stalks, takes pictures, and steals peters underware

Trying to break up with Peter

Proposing to Peter

Sexually frustrated S/o NS FW

Suddenly jumping on peter for a piggy back ride

Sitting on Peters face NS FW

Indulging Male S/os dirty fantasy’s of Spiderman NS FW

Taking a depression nap

Someon flirting with Naive S/o

Selfless Kidnapped S/o

S/os Parents disapprove of the relationship

Short S/o struggling to keep eyecontact

Fighting anyone who bullies peter

Online Crush coming to visit

Soulmate + Somnophilia NS FW

Sensory deprivation w/ Sub Peter NS FW

pyromaniac S/o

Recharging after Finals

Villain S/o dating Peter to kill him

Stoping Server Workaholic S/o

Stopping S/o from fighting

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

S/os Suicide TW

S/o with acrylic nails

Pregnant S/o running away

Getting better score than Peter after he Tutored you

Surprised by how muscular Peter is

S/os a unknown Hero

Somnophilia HC NS FW

Peter paranoid at S/os birthday party planning

Stalker S/o forgetting to turn of their cameras Flash

S/o that does archery

Voice actress + Cosplayer S/o

S/o coming to America for College

S/o on her period

S/o asking for tech help at ungodly hours

Emotionally immature affectionate S/o

Sterile S/o

Someone trying to get your pantie shot

Intimidating but sweet S/o

S/o whos chill with Peters yandere traits

Player S/o

S/o with negative affiliations

Naga Peter NS FW HC

Learning Sign Language to Adopt a deaf child

Bad, corny pickup lines

College S/o bringing back gifts from their Home Land

embroidery w/ S/o

Avengers finding kidnapped S/o

Gamer Rage S/o

What kind of parent Peter is

S/o accidentally revealing their powers

S/o being harassed because of “Thin Privilege”

S/o Shuting down when kidnapped

Autistic S/o

Tourist Crush

Comforting S/o whose parents are divorcing

S/o who loves to do calligraphy

S/o who Friendzones everything

S/o hacking into Stark Industries

Gluten allergy S/o

Pissed S/o punching a whole in the wall

Starving Succubus S/o

The Purge + Hunted down

S/o whos not allowed to celebrate Halloween

S/o who is immune to Incubus Peter

Kuudere S/o + Haunted House

Overworked S/o due to parents

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world

Monster fucker S/o being disappointed she wasnt kidnapped by a Orc

Saying a Werewolf pun to Werewolf Peter

Kidnapped S/o asking for videogames

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world PRT2

Werewolf S/o

S/o that can bring dolls to life

Bad Necromancer S/o

Telepathic S/o

Demon S/o

Escaped Naga S/o

Monster S/o Attacking peter

S/o who speaks in older languages the angrier they get

S/o having a breakdown

S/o who is secretly a DJ

Going to halloween party with Dullahan S/o

Exhausted yard worker S/o

S/o not caring for their birthday anymore

Finding out S/os a harpy

Finding S/os sleeping on the streets

People Pleaser S/os friend commits suicide TW

Tsundere S/o

S/o being upset for what peter did in their dream

S/o sneaking out to go Black Friday shopping

S/o staying home for their birthday

Knowing Spidermans peter when he saves S/o

Android S/o finally showing a huge step in affectiom

S/o just moving to NY

S/o escaping to go to McDonalds

Independent Crush in a Zombie Apocalypse

Immortal S/o pranking people in brutal ways

“What if we ran away together, JK kidding… Unless?”

Crush trying to get peter and their friend together

Stalking S/o to their safety

S/o has hyphema

Darlings brothers are terrifying

S/o sneaking out to star gaze

Murdering someone S/o knows

Yandere S/o not liking Aunt May

Witch S/o giving peter a magic Romba

Artist Male S/o gifting peter a portrait of Uncle Ben

Kuundere S/os parents not supporting them

Cat girl/boy S/o

‘Dead’ s/o being found

Dotting on stressed peter

Succubus eating off of affection rather than lust

Bullied s/o fighting back

Somnophilia w/ male s/o NS FW

sending him sexy pics NS FW

S/o who acts like a cat when they want his attention

S/os name is hard to pronounce

Yandere letters

1st generation immigrant S/o who isnt good at English

Bratty S/o

Drider

S/o has a friend thats basically their kid

S/o who forgets to eat

S/o who forgets to sleep

Joining S/o in gym

Darling with Fainting spells

S/o who forgets to take their meds

Depressed darling comfort

S/o addicted to monster energy drinks

Izuku Midoriya vs Peter Parker

S/os obsessed w/ space

Keeping naive S/o out of trouble

Male s/o that flirts alot

Motherly S/o

Hunted down by Werewolf peter

Steve Rogers-

Delusional Steve

NS FW HC

Pregnant S/o

Single Parent S/o

Headcannons

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Touchy with friends S/o

How Steve spoils S/o

Amnesiac S/o

Nuclear Apocalypse

Killer Steve

Werewolf Steve

Avenger S/o

Rebellious S/o

Steve finding S/o after running away with another man

Cockwarming NS FW

Hearing S/o sing

S/os friend helping them Escape

Trying to break up with him

Vocal Steve NS FW

S/o goes missing

Steve protecting Villain S/o

Famous S/o

Turned on during a mission NS FW

Delusional 50s Fantasy

Clinging onto S/o who doesn’t like being touched

Hospitalized S/o

S/o Framed into Execution

Living in the 40s with S/o

College Virgin S/o slightly NS FW

Breeding HC NS FW

S/o who can die from pregnancy

Bucky/Steve sharing S/o

S/o who is already dating

Insecure S/o

Professor Steve dating College student S/o

necromancer S/o

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Werewolf Vampire Hybrid Steve

Alien S/o hiding parts of themselves

Ghost Steve communicating through Ouija Board

Figuring out S/os a Lizard human hybrid

S/o suffering from constant headaches

Someone attempting to drug S/o

Model S/o

At a BLM Protest

House spouse S/o

Easily scared S/o who loves horror movies

Doing his makeup when hes asleep

Platonic relationship with his daughter

S/o spending more time with bucky and sam

Femdom NS FW

Magical girl hero S/o

Bucky Barnes-

Headcannons

Stealing S/os underwear NS FW

Another Underwear Stealing NS FW

Winning you over 

Bucky Barnes vs Natasha Romanoff

S/o that loves their Stalker

NS FW alphabet 

NS FW Headcannons

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Winter Solider Falling for a Civilian 

Gore + Torture TW

Hunted Down

Trick or Treating w/ Bucky

Sexually frustrated Bucky NS FW

Perusing Dating after Hydra

S/o who is affectionate towards friends

Bucky as a Parent

Prioritizing your child over him

Bucky being in college while S/os still in HS

Getting Caught NS FW

Bucky w/ Daughter, platonic

S/o w/ cystic fibrosis

S/o who is scared of Bucky

Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry

King Bucky

Soulmate AU

Crush with a shit boyfriend

S/o that loves pampering Bucky

Running away cause Someone broke in

Running away to the Police

Steve/Bucky sharing S/o

Dominate Bucky NS FW

Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you

Cuddlebug S/o

Pro baker S/o

kpop fan Dancer S/o

Halloween Date

Yandere Letter

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Shy S/o

Werewolf S/o

Witch S/o accidentally turning herself into a cat

Oblivious S/o

Darlings scared of bugs

Petite S/o

Artistic s/o

Getting a handmade blanket from S/o

S/o insecure about their high pitched voice

S/o whos always tired

Treating his wounds

Torture 

Touch starved S/o that doesnt know how to show affection

S/o drools in their sleep

Air head S/o

Darling who enjoys being taken care of

S/o whos kidnapped by random people

Fluff Headcannons

“it feels like home when im with you”

S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved

Darling who has shit friends

Hydra S/o who tries to brainwash him again

S/o who jokes around when nervous

Sitting on his face NS FW

S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm

S/o with a regular prosthetic arm

Stephen Strange-

Using his powers to get his S/o

Chasing S/o down

Insecure S/o  

Single Parent S/o

Apprentice S/o

NS FW headcannons

Jealous of his Cloak

Using his powers on his Dead S/o

Kidnapping S/o

Yandere Cloak

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.” 

Jealous

Patient S/o

Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange

Taking their S/o away from their abusive family

S/o with a flat chest

Red string of fate AU

S/o with PTSD

Oblivious S/o

Apprentice S/o getting hurt

Poly Naga Stephen + Tony

Cannibal S/o

Accident Prone S/o

Comforting Anxious S/o

Watching S/o sleep

S/o getting hurt during a city attack

Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them

S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism

Asexual S/o

Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain

S/o is as good and talented as him

Sneaking out only to come back with puppies

S/o who has bad anxiety attacks

Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places

Chaotic s/o

Quiet s/o playing ACNH 

S/os first time seeing snow

S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks

Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear

S/o wanting to dance in the rain

S/o has the power to teleport

Demon S/o

Thor Odison-

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference 

Stronger than Thor thinks S/o

Teaching Thor about Halloween

Finding Puppies 

Werewolf Thors Heat NS FW

Loki Odison-

Headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference 

NS FW headcannons

NS FW alphabet 

S/o in arranged marriage

Using a Love Potion on his S/o

Naga Loki

Affectionate S/o

Teasing his S/o

Valentines Day

S/o who can sing

Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him

Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac NS FW

Brutally taking his Soul mate

S/os Suicide TW

Supportive S/o

Harassed S/o

Possessive S/o

Liking his Hair touched by S/o

Halloween Date 

Someone cat calling his Darling

Drunk S/o

Asexual s/o

S/o whos best friends with Tony

Depressed S/o

Magica girl S/o

Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it

T’Challa-

Headcannons

T’challa Vs Erik

S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped

[monsterlovinghours]

Please dont judge me but Scarabee pretending to be a priest and you go for "confession" (confession is theres been a demonic presence following you and your starting imagine sleeping with it)

why would i judge you bby, this idea is just *chef’s kiss*

It had been ages since you’d even stepped foot inside a church, let alone attended confession. But the unease that plagued you with each sunset was weighing on your soul, and you didn’t know where else to turn for answers. Every night, when your eyes closed, you saw it. A gleaming, smirking grin, long claws that raked down your thighs. Teeth bared as they neared your neck, the wash of cool breath on your skin making you tingle from head to foot. And the eyes. Mismatched and cunning, they sent a thrill of equal parts fear and lust through you, and when you woke, it was to gasps and guilty tears and a throbbing between your legs that you just couldn’t shake. You feared sleeping now, worried that this entity, whatever it was, would keep coming for you, edging closer, until it held your very soul in its claws.

The cathedral loomed ominously against the grey, overcast skies, dark clouds swollen with rain shifting over head. Crows perched atop the bell tower, on the arms of the cross at the peak of the steeple, and the sight of them filled you with unease. You pulled your coat tighter around yourself and hurried inside, the heavy wooden doors closing with a thud behind you. Inside, it was dim and quiet, flickering candlelight playing across the stone, casting inky shadows over the carved reliefs, making the saints and angels seem vaguely sinister. A shiver trickled down your spine, but you chalked it up to your dreams, and the residual dread they left you with, making you see omens where there were none. The sound of your footsteps echoed hollowly as you crossed to the confessional booth, shedding your coat as you settled inside, grateful for the darkness and the seclusion. Within moments, you heard the priest enter the other side, could see his dark outline through the grate. You let out a breath and crossed yourself, hoping against hope that this would help.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been...well, to be honest, I couldn’t tell you how long its been since my last confession.”

You weren’t sure if you imagined the note of mirth in his voice when he answered. “What are your sins, my child?”

That voice. It sent a chill through you. It sounded so familiar, like a ghost of a dream you couldn’t place. You paused a second, gathering your thoughts, remembering why you were here. “I...I’ve been having these dreams. A presence comes to me at night.”

“What kind of presence?”

His accent made your skin prickle with goosebumps, melodic and smooth. “An inhuman one. It feels...demonic.” A flicker of heat rose in your cheeks, but you pressed on. “It puts its hands on me, and it feels...Father, it feels good.” Shame rippled through your, like wind through a tattered curtain. “With each night that passes, the spirit feels closer and closer, and I...I’m not sure if I have the strength to stop him on my own. I confess that I’ve lusted after a demon, Father, and I want to repent so it will leave me alone.”

There was a beat of silence. “You sound frightened, child. Has this presence threatened you?” You shook your head, then answered with a soft no. “What does it do when it visits you?”

This particular line of questioning seemed strange; indeed, you couldn’t remember the last priest you confessed to asking any questions at all. “It...touches me. Runs its hands all over my body. Sometimes it...kisses me. On my neck. And it speaks to me. Most of the time I can’t hear what it’s saying, but it makes promises, tries to s-seduce me. Commands me to give in.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

You’re dumbstruck by his answer, by the thought of a priest advising you to surrender to a demon. Wondering if you heard him wrong, you ask in confusion, “Father?”

“Would it be so bad, little one, to give in? To let your body be carried away by pleasure?” That voice, honeyed and mellifluous...you were beginning to recognize it. Fear like ice froze you to the spot, and he continued to speak. “Perhaps that’s all it wants, ma petite. To pleasure that sweet little body of yours. To press its tongue to your skin and taste you. Oh, how badly I’ve wanted to taste you.”

A lump formed in your throat as you looked up to the grate to see a pair of eyes gleaming at you from the other side. One green, one purple. Mismatched eyes full of cunning. 

No.

Fight or flight kicked in, and you bolted from the booth, leaving your coat behind to the sound of echoing, terrible laughter. You were nearly shocked to stillness again to see the sanctuary in a state of ruin, the stone crumbling and pitted, the wood rotted and splintering. The candles were nothing but pools of wax surrounded by shards of red glass, the font by the door filled with stagnant rainwater. You screamed and dashed out through the door, which fell from its rusted hinge at your passage. From behind you, that voice echoed once more, following you out into the street. 

“See you tonight, ma cher.”

[hungry-hobbits]

aRules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

tagged by @helila!! i havent been writing consistently so some of these are like from 2 or 3 years ago and also i dont feel like posting 20 of them so... ;w;"

it wasn’t supposed to go like this:

Mr. Orange was bleeding out in the backseat of a stolen car.

bad luck, old friend:

Things weren’t going well, but then again there were only two ways a situation like this could go and there was always a chance of things going belly up.

bread and butter:

“She’d bake for me when I was sick.”

parking lot pep talk:

Eddie offered to take Vic back to the halfway house after everything had gotten squared away with his daddy.

doubt in the snow:

They were readying the ride to Red Rock when the first flurries of the oncoming storm hit.

bones:

Ephraim, Tommy, whatever he could be called, whatever he was or had become.

sweaters & wildflowers:

Irving carefully took clothing off the line one by one while they were still warm from the sun, and pressed his nose into the collar of a sweater a size or two too big for his body.

respite:

Morfin hadn’t been right for a long while, since they left the safety of Greenland to now he had been on a slow decline, and whatever happened on the ice that brought him running back to the ships a half frozen and fully frightened mess certainly did not help his case.

proposal:

“You were married once. How was it?”

vanity:

Vanity. Everything for vanity. A life of posturing, a reflection that was more façade than man.

rest now:

It took every ounce of willpower left in Dega’s body to not bother Henri as he rested.

a quiet apology:

Rarely did the men lurk outside the captain’s quarters.

someone will remember us, i say, even in another time:

“I do not trust my mind anymore. Everything hurts and worst of all, my thoughts… they are not right.”

mon coeur je t'aime:

“I have got to be the luckiest man in all of France. No, the world. Definitely the luckiest man in the world.”

insulae:

“It’s quite the journey. And the lands are rather untamed, although beautiful. A difficult place for a fresh start but undoubtedly worth it should one put the time and effort into carving themselves a little place in it.”

tagging: @henrylevesconte and whoever else wants to UwU"

[koorinohebi]

Tell us about a myth/folktale/urban legend of your culture. / Would you rather explore the face of the moon or the bottom of the Mariana Trench? / Vampires or Werewolves?

A) Tell us about a myth/folktale/urban legend of your culture.

"Everyone believed that he was a monster; they believed in the awful things that he had done, believed in the reputation that preceded him. Everyone believed that he was death; they believed that all he could do was take without ever giving back. Everyone believed that he was terror; they feared what they couldn’t understand. Yet all I could call him was love; because he has enchanted me with life."

I'm just gonna shamelessly plug a blurb that I wrote for that one book that featured my story about this.

I'm quite sad though that these particular pieces of myth aren't as prominent as Greek myth... in OUR OWN COUNTRY, but what can you do when schools hardly teach them anymore?

That being said, in our culture, we have a God of the Skies who is also technically the God of Death called Sidapa. He's the one who is in charge of overseeing humanity's existence; their lifespans carved onto a giant tree. Sidapa descended from the heavens and made residence in Mt. Madjaas, living most of his life in isolation-- if you dont count the mountain dwelling sprites and animals. Back then, it was said that the Philippines had seven moons and Sidapa was in love with them. However, it's not just him. There are other gods who also feel the same way about the moons, wooing them with songs and such. So he too did what he could, and in his own way (frightening as it may have been for those who did his bidding) garnered the help of others to try and gain the moons' favor.

Some of the things that he did:

- Asked the birds and mermaids to sing his endearments to them.

- Ordered flowers to bloom and perfume the surroundings so much that it reaches the heavens.

- Asked fire flies to light the way so the moons could find their way to him.

Despite the sweetness of this gesture, only one of the moons came down to him, and it was the youngest of the seven, a boy named Bulan. He was the complete contrast to Sidapa who was tall, muscular, and quite scary. Despite this difference, Sidapa gave Bulan much gifts. Doting him with affection and up to this day, it's believed that both of them are still together.

(I made a short story about this for one of the local books who produced a mythology anthology...and since my contract with them is through, I'll post it somewhere here.)

B) Would you rather explore the face of the moon or the bottom of the Mariana Trench?

I'd have to go with exploring the surface of the moon for this one. I absolutely love space and other heavenly bodies and I've always wanted to go to the moon and explore its craters. Maybe have a nice view of the Earth while I'm at it. Definitely want to study the components and materials that make up the moon too. ALSO! Since this mentions "moon" in general, nothing is stopping me from going for other moons too! If technology would allow it I would like to go to Titan, one of Saturn's moons, because of what Cassini had observed during its expedition.

C) Vampires or Werewolves?

Definitely Vampires. I remember doing a whole thesis on vampires in pop culture back when I was in high school. One which focused on Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire, and on Vampire: The Masquerade. That was pretty fun. My brother couldn't believe I passed a thesis whose foundation (half of it) could pass for something remotely close to dungeons and dragons. But hey, we did pass the subject. Although to be honest, my love for Vampires stem more from Vlad. Which is why works that detail his life both in the historical and fictional sense are things that I enjoy. Hellsing for one, is so good. Historically however, I do admire the way he handled his enemies. It sure as hell is not a very humane thing to do (specially the impalements) but it was effective. Specially that forest of impaled bodies. I too, would have been appalled if I was part of the Ottoman army and I had to see THAT.

[nthrr]

A Second Chance

Summary: 'Who are you?' He wanted to know, know every single thing about her, things that one shouldn't want to know about a person who holds a gun on them. A second chance at love for the ones that were robbed of it.

It had been days since he had had a good nights sleep free from dreams. He didn't know why but since his childhood he had dreams that had followed the same theme. A world full of fantasy, honour and war. In his childhood those dreams seemed like an entry into the unknown, a world full of wonders and action that a little boy thoroughly enjoyed and embraced. But as he had grown older, had gotten better at understanding the world around himself , the dreams changed, their meanings changed. Cheerful laughter and abundance of love that shone through the dreams changed. The first time he experienced a life leaving its body through his own hands, he was fourteen. Waking up screaming he had thoroughly frightened his parents. Chalking it up to nightmares didn't seem to work in their household because once is a chance, twice is a coincidence but repeatedly for past how many ever years that he had started speaking from, explaining to his parents a world from history books that they attributed to his imagination, that had frightened them. A slew of doctors came and went, medicines consumed but the dreams didn't seem to stop. He stopped taking those medicines when he had accidentally overdosed due to him being delirious with not having slept in three days. It was a great fight with his parents but slowly he had them accept that those medicines were not improving him at all. Turning to yoga and meditation brought him a sense of calm but those dreams, those dreams where he was an royal, the feeling of a sword slicing the air around him, an all encompassing feeling of motherly love and devotion , the feeling of complete content and happiness as if he had found his soulmate, they never left and to tell the truth , he would rather have them along with sleepless nights with nightmares than do without them.

Inspite of all this he had an loving childhood, and a promising career. His family owns the prestigious Mahismathi Industries, a pioneer in the field of technology. Being the only heir apparent of MI , his life and future is set. But the thirst of knowledge and the fire to prove that he deserves the position made him an overachiever in his studies and in the work he started doing for MI. His parents seem to be happy that he is thriving despite his struggles in mental health and that has lead to what is now a big problem for him. Marriage. The thing he totally despises. Don't get him wrong he has no qualms about love, and he had gone on dates and had a few one night stands. But marriage is different. It's a partnership more than anything else. What was he to say to his future wife, that he has recurring dreams and nightmares and that he'll wake up screaming somedays, babble in a strange language on others, sometimes wake up kicking and punching so would you please learn some self defense or sorry we cant sleep in the same bed. Or should he say I'll try to love you but sorry I think I can't because I already love someone, oh it's just someone I dream of regularly, and no she's not real, yes I'm pretty sure, no I would not like an admittance to a mental hospital thanks. He would be really glad when this marriage talk comes to an end.

He prays for this recent bout of sleeplessness to end , he is getting sick of his own growchiness. Hearing his alarm blare out he groans and covers himself with his sheets willing the world to just disappear away. A few minutes later hearing the second alarm go off he huffs before throwing away his sheets and stumbles to the bathroom. He considers calling in sick for a few moments after he sees his reflection in the mirror, he really looks like a zombie, but then he curses himself for his very own good work ethics. Besides the vultures at the company would swoop in at just a peak of a mistake to point and complain. It was getting ridiculous, he was only in a mid management position now, both him and his parents agreeing that he should start low at the food chain, getting an experience at different levels in the company. But some people at the board still try to sabotage him at every turn. The thing was they knew his place at the top is cemented but they still try at every chance they get. He could even appreciate the ones that go about it in a clever way, because they could be useful for him in the long term but those stupid ones, he just doesn't know what to do about them.

Cursing the board members mentally, he got ready and hurried out of his house hoping he won't be late. Just as he was about to start the car his cellphone went off. Seeing that it was his mother calling and wondering she would at this time of the day he answered the call,

'Amma, good morning, why are you calling this early, any problem?' He inquired.

'Amar, good morning my son, did you sleep well'

'Ya ma, got some sleep , what's the matter , is everything ok?' It wasnt like his mother to call him in the early hours of the day. This call was making him a bit worried.

'Yes, good, everything is fine, don't worry and stop being a pessimist '

'Tell that to my mother who calls early in the morning to a son who she's going to see probably in an hour or so' he countered back.

'Stop sassing me, lord knows I get enough of that from your father and stop chuckling, like father like son', He tries vainly to cover his laughs. Like father, as if, he hasn't seen anyone in his life actually verbally spar with his mother and come out unscathed.

'Ok ok sorry, I'm stopping so why did you call' If he doesn't stop his mother now he would still be getting told off an hour from now.

'Oh that, I just wanted to ask you to collect a package from Ragupathy uncle on the way. Its the family heirloom from Andhra that got lost and was got back in an auction, uncle has it and he said he would deliver it personally, but it seems he has an urgent business meeting coming up and wont be able to come by so he asked me to send you by to pick it up'

'Cant you ask someone else ma, I'm getting pretty late, and if it really has to be me I can even pick it up in the evening' he tries.

'Amarnath, didn't I already say your uncle is going away on a business trip , and no I cant send anyone else because it's a family heirloom and it costs twenty two millions. And how many times do I have to say you are the boss of MI and you are allowed to be late sometimes. '

'Cool down cool down, dont get tensed, your blood pressure is already high, I'll go ok, and i really shouldn't be late even when I'm the boss' This was an age old argument in their home and today wasnt the day that it was going to be resolved.

'Really cant change you dear, but that is also why you are the heir to MI and your cousin Balla is not'

'Dont you get started on him now amma, and got to go now if I'm getting your package too along the way '

'Dont grumble too much will you, doesn't suit you'

'Ok amma got to go bye'

'Hmm , drive safely dear , bye'.

Ending the call with his mother , he started the car and turned it towards his uncle's home. Arriving in under twenty minutes, he rushed to the door and rang the bell. The door opened to reveal panja aunty a maid in his uncles home who welcomed him warmly. Asking for his uncle he was directed to the study in the upper floor. Knocking on the door and entering he found his uncle rushing around trying to fit as many things as he could in the bag of his.

'Amarnath, thank you my son for coming so quickly , I really didn't know who to trust with such an important piece of item. Thank God you're here'

'Its no problem uncle, mom said you have an antique piece for her?'he ended it as a question, trying not to let his frustrations show about how late it was getting.

Giving a confirmation his uncle went to the safe in the corner and brought an ornately carved box about the size of a shoe box.

'Take great care of this Amar, this thing does not only contain our family's money but also our history and legacy. Be careful will you?'

'I'll be careful uncle, it's already 7 isn't your flight at 7.30'

'Yes , yes I'll go , dont want to make you late' his uncle finished with a laugh. His entire family knew what a workaholic he was and took great pleasure in teasing him at any given chance.

Seeing his uncle off , he secured the package carefully in the trunk so that it wont jolst too much on the drive and started the car. It was a solid hour travel to his office from his uncle's home and he wanted to shave off whatever minutes he could so he took the smaller streets that wound through the city rather than the highway.

Later he would wish he had paid more attention to the road and to the car that was tailing him rather than speeding. But it had brought him to her and he wouldn't want it any other way.

It was halfway through, on a stretch of road that had sporadically placed houses and rather bare in terms of human activity that it happened. It wasn't that he wasn't paying attention to the road but when he noticed a man laying on the ground with his bike toppled over it was difficult to stop with the way he was speeding. He didn't think he had hit the stranger but it really was too close for his comfort. Berating himself and lamenting the consequences for his momentary lapse in judgement he hurried out of the car to check on the stranger.

It really had been a close call, he observed, if he had been even a second late in applying the breaks , the man would have died and he would have become a murderer. Walking over to the man on the ground he saw no evidence of bleeding , which was good. Crouching down , he laid his fingers to the man's neck to check for his pulse. Noticing that he had a good , strong pulse, he started to try to wake the man. With no amount of him trying getting any results, he decided to call the ambulance.

As concerned with the stranger as he was, he hadn't heard the scuffles coming from behind his car. But a strange loud thud from the near vicinity of his car startled him from his position. More wary now than he had been before , he tried to get up and check what the noise had been about. But before he could even stand fully, he was grabbed by the ankles and pushed to the ground. With his winds knocked out and reasonably confused he saw the man on the ground get up grinning. With a dawning sense of realisation coming upon him he turned his attention to the car to see four men with clothes tied over their faces trying to force open the trunk. He realised It had been a ploy to get him off the car.

It took him longer than he would be willing to admit, to get sense of the situation. Three by the car, forcefully trying to open the trunk, and an another who had tricked him, who now that he focused was swinging his leg back to deliver a kick. The kick landed hard on his abdomen knocking his breath out. Pain for many would cloud their senses but for him it sharpend them. When the next kick contacted with his abdomen he held on to the leg and pulled. Bringing down his assailant he crouched on the top of him and delivered a swift punch to his face. With the following two more the man was knocked out cold. Suddenly hands grappled on the back of his shirt pulling him away from the man. Allowing his weight to freefall on the assailant he got away from the hold and faced his three opponents. Breathing in and out and centering his mind he got into a battle stance.

In his childhood while other children opted for sports or games Amar was always fascinated by martial arts. After much cajoling to his parents he joined them, and never looked back. Fighting came easy to him, he raised through the ranks and joined even more different types of martial arts classes. It gave him peace and happiness that couldn't be found in his life plenty. So this situation of him facing three goons that seemed to be amateurs at best did not panic him as it would any other. They came at him from all sides, trying to overpower him , but he side steps and fights. The fight finishes in mere minutes. Panting heavily he carefully notes what he could about these thugs. From the way they way laid him and opened his car without any power tools he could tell they were well accomplished thieves, but their fighting left a lot to be desired. They weren't fighters , just thieves, good ones but just thieves .

A sudden feeling of a cold hardness pressed against his skull brought him up from his thoughts. With the realisation dawning on him he scolded himself for not checking up on the other thug he knocked out at the start. The gun pressed against him trembled making him more nervous that that idiot would shoot him without even meaning to. Seeing that he had not been shot at already he tried talking to the man who had his life in his hands. 'Listen buddy, there's no need for weapons here. Lower your gun and I'll let you guys go without even letting the police involved. But if you shoot and then got caught it would be life sentence for you. Your whole life would be behing the bars. Think that through. Put your gun away and I'll let you take your guys away. '

The gun pressing even harder against his head made him stop . The hand that was trembling till now steadied. The gun pressed firmly against the back of his head steadied. The click of the guns safety rang across the empty road sounding to him as if it was the conch sounding at his funeral. The safety had been on before , he could have tried to escape but there was no use lamenting about things that could have been. He knew in a few moments he would be no more. As many say, his whole life did not flash before his eyes , but his dreams did. Times he was happy and content in his dreams came to the forefront of his mind. He could totally ignore the gun behind him and he could go out with thoughts that made him smile. More than the fear of death , the wait for when the bullet will tear through him was what scared him. In the silence that made even death noisy , he heard the creak of the trigger being pressed. Then the shot rang through.

The pain he expected was not there, nor was the feeling of either heaven or hell. Slowly opening his eyes which he seemed to have closed , he turned around to see what the hell had happened. There on the ground laid the man who had held a gun to his head , with a bleeding shoulder. The gun laid on the ground and was now being picked up. Following the hand he saw the other held a gun too which seemed to be the source of the shot that he heard. Moving his eyes upwards he stopped short. Because there with guns in her hands, in a plain shirt and pants was the girl he was intimately familiar with. Eyes sharp as razors, beautiful red lips turned into a scowl, a face that shone even when it screamed murderous intent, she was there, every inch a perfect copy of the dreams that he had.

'Deva' his mind whispered, 'Deva'.

He wanted to pinch himself awake but he knew that this was real because even in his dreams he could never get the magnetism that shone off her eyes right, that was being directed at him. He didn't even mind the gun that was now pointed at him, again.

'Who are you , what the hell happend here ' she asked with a voice filled with authority. He found himself smiling hearing her voice. It was just as enchanting as he had always imagined it to be. 'What are you smiling for' she asked again with more force now. His smile had infuriated her.

'Who are you?' He wanted to know, know every single thing about her, things that one shouldn't want to know about a person who holds a gun on them.

'Devika Rajendran , deputy inspector of police , now give me your name or be ready to be dragged off to jail' she stated with a raised eyebrow and a relaxed stance. The confidence that she carried with her, it sent shivers down his spine making him want to needle her so much more, so that he could watch the way she got wound up and let go.

''Amarnath Chandran, software engineer at Mahismathi Industries ' he replied , holding back his true position at MI. He wanted her to look at him as if he was just any other normal guy, not the heir to a multibillion dollar company. It was experience that had him introducing himself as an IT guy rather than his true self. But looking at her he somehow doubted that she would bend down or simper at him. And it was that which made her even more attractive in his eyes.

'Well Mister Amarnath' he cut her off before she could finish the sentence,' its Amar, call me Amar'

If possible she looked even more less impressed by that statement. 'Mister Amarnath, I have to ask you , why was this guy pointing a gun at you' a hint of coldness seeped into her tone.

'I have no idea who these people are , they hijacked my car and tried to steal the antique that i had in my trunk, and trust me no way am i involved in any shady business Devika' and seeing the expression on her face become frostier he hastily added 'Maam, Devika Maam'.

'Cut off the name calling and show me your ID' she neared him and held out her hands.

He didn't know what was going through his mind. It probably was "she's here, she's real" and not "let's go to jail today". His response should have been "sure, let me get it from my car" and not what he said.

'I dont have it on my person at this moment but I could bring it to you by noon today. Your office is at the city headquarters isn't it'

If it had been him at her place , he probably would have done worse than slap the cuffs on his had and dump him in the back of the police jeep with the other thugs. He didn't care much for it, but at least the view was nice, or the back of her that he could see.

It took his mother half an hour to get the news and come to the station with a lawyer to get him out, the time which he spent most enjoyably watching her in her true environment. He seemed to infuriate her, smiling wider every time she managed to catch his look and glare at him. It was good that his mother came when she did or he didn't know what she would have done to him. But as soon as his mother came her entire ire transferred to his mother. Watching both the woman verbally battle he was glad that he wasnt caught in between but he would gladly accept that and more if only she could be in his life. They were two strong women who didn't want to give each other an inch of leeway. Finally Devika stomped towards the holding cell and opened the door with such a force that nobody could mistake her anger for anything else.

But before she could leave he grabbed her wrists making her turn towards him with such an anger in her face. It made him want to go to her and pull her in a tight hug and never let her leave. But he had an apology to deliver. Letting her go he lifted his hands up in an apology.

'I'm sorry I touched you without your permission, I just wanted your attention for a second. I'm sorry that I deceived you, it's my fault. The reason for it is simple. I didn't want to be away from your company just yet. You captivate me Devika, from your confidence to your inner strength that shows just as bright as your beauty, I wanted to spend more time with you. Your strength is beautiful, you are beautiful. Will you please accept my apology as a dinner tonight. Just an apology dinner, nothing else and if you never want to see me again you dont have to'.

Seeing the anger fade away from her face, and a confused look entering in, he smiled.

'Don't need to give me an answer now, tonight 7 PM at Jonas restaurant at the city centre, I'll be waiting, and if you dont show up I'll understand ' leaving the cell he started to walk out of the room and fortunately for him his mother seemed to have left already. Stopping midway he turned back to see her still standing in the same position. 'I don't know what you will decide tonight Devika, but either way have a good life officer'. He turned back and strode out of the room, whatever tonight may bring he was content in a way that he had never been. She may never come looking for him, but knowing that she was real, and that she lived a happy life somewhere was enough for him.

A smirk tugged at his lips, he definitely did notice the blush that stained her cheeks when she was with him.

Thank you @carminavulcana and @mayavanavihariniharini for welcoming me into this wonderful fandom.

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