#|| angry. insecure. confused. ( aesthetic. )

[saintmuses]

❝𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚❞

Pairing:

Soft!Dark!Neil Lewis x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary:

Neil had spent all night watching his girlfriend unintentionally flirted with Jonathan, and he couldn’t stand it.

Warning(s): SMUT. Non-con/Dub-con (at the end). Both POVs. P in V. Forced breeding kink. Jealous!Neil like he is irrational. Soft!Dark!Neil. Daddy kink (so sorry). Minors, dni! Note: the reader is coquette, but only in clothing aesthetic aspect because she is shy.

Word Count: 3.2k

When the store was finally locked and the street was quiet, Neil took her hand in his, making a beeline for his house.

They barely spoke as they walked. Every few minutes, he gave a suspicious glare at Y/N, but he was trying to hold in his anger.

Finally, they got to his place, and he dragged her inside with a firm grip. He was waiting for the right time to let out all of his emotions. 

And he might just do that tonight.

“Neil?” She questioned him. she eluded innocence, and it was in the way of how she talked or how she acted. Always blushing and always stuttering. It was what made him attracted to her, gorgeous girl in pretty baby doll dresses and milk maid tops with skirts or cute jeans. He was rarely angry with her which was why he knew she was profoundly confused by his behavior.

Neil didn't answer her question. Instead, he slammed the door behind them, and with one swift motion, pinned her against the wall in the foyer by the stairs.

He pressed his nose almost aggressively against hers, his eyes narrowing, his lips curling into a snarl. "I saw everything," he hissed. "You were getting too close with him, weren't you?"

All his insecurities and jealousy finally bubbled to the surface, making him feel angrier than he had ever been. He had felt like Jonathan was better looking than him. "Were you guys intimate with each other?"

“Never!” She gasped, looking into his eyes because he was so close to her face, with his nose pressing against hers. She was confused on why he would ask that. She never even had sex with anyone until she met Neil. 

"I don't believe you," Neil snapped at her. "You spent so much time with him, and you had so much in common. How am I supposed to believe you two were never intimate with each other?" He pointed out, accusation coated his tone as he curled his fingers into his palms, gritting his teeth. "I'm your boyfriend, not him," he spat. "And you better not forget that."

“Friends can have a lot of things in common and not be intimate!” She argued softly, eyes widening. Realizing he took a step back, she was able to move past him, down the hallway towards his bedroom.

He knew that was true, friends can have a lot of things in common, but he was beyond rational to think straight. Especially at his thought filled with his fear of losing her.

"Don't you walk away from me!" Neil shouted at her while grabbing her wrist and pulled her towards him. As she was in front of him, he immediately latched onto her waist, refusing to let her go, “look at me when I talk to you.” He hissed with a warning in his gaze, waiting until she was looking at him. “I know you two wanted to be intimate with each other. I can tell just by looking at him and that's what he wants." His grip was beginning to tighten around her waist, his icy eyes staring at her with pure rage.

Her eyes began to widen, him shouting at her with “don’t you walk away from me” and “look at me when I talk to you” had made her tremble slightly in sheer arousal and she didn’t know why it made her wet, but she wasn’t going to let him know at all. She wasn’t even afraid of him either. She didn’t say anything to him, but just staring up at him. Then she managed to slip from his grip and entered his bedroom.

Neil was taken aback when he suddenly felt her slip out of his grip. It was almost like a jolt of adrenaline because it only pissed him off more. He wasn't about to let her get away that easily.

He moved quickly, following her behind as he entered the bedroom and forcefully grabbed her by her waist, and dragged her back to face him. "Don't you ignore me," he said harshly.

His tone is making her thighs feel slightly slick as she grew aroused, it was a good thing he was too angry to see how wet she is from his actions and his tone.

“Stop,” she whispered, hoping he would calm down so she could stop feeling aroused. She did not understand why she felt aroused when he was acting like this.

"I'm not going to let this go, you hear me!?" Neil’s voice raised as if he couldn’t control himself. "You're with me, and no one else. Is that clear?"

His heart was racing, and his mind was on fire and filled with green ooze of jealousy. She was his and there was no way he would let her see other men, that included his friend.

He squeezed her waist even tighter, making her feel uncomfortable. "Look at me! Or do I need to do something to get your attention?"

“I can’t look at you,” she huffed slightly with a soft noise in her voice, looking away from him to the side.

Neil was frustrated; she just had to make things difficult for him, didn't she? "Don't you dare look away." He grabbed her chin with his fingers and forcefully turned her to face him. "What did I tell you? Look at me."

Her eyes hadn’t met his which only served him with increasing rage. His face contorted into a snarl, and the veins on his neck were prominent from how enraged he was. "Look into my eyes!"

“I can’t!” She burst out with a soft whine, refusing to look at him. In response, he settled for releasing her waist, then immediately grappling for her wrist instead.

"Why not?" He demanded, his grip on her wrist tightening even more as anger overwhelmed him. "Is it because I'm too scary and intimidating for you?” He asked, with a tone dripping with sarcasm. "Is it because you know you're guilty of wanting to be intimate with Jonathan?" He was so angry that he wanted to tear something apart. "Stop ignoring me and look at me!"

The biggest mistake was listening to him because when she looked at him and she was purely sopping wet. With a frustrated cry, her free hand latched onto his hand that wasn’t holding her wrist and dragged his fingers under her dress and into her underwear to feel her wetness to reveal how hot and bothered she was over his behavior. As soon she pushed his fingers and felt them touching her cunt, “daddy!” She cried out, and it was the first time she ever called him that.

Neil’s eyes darkened; his breath got caught in his throat as soon as he heard her say the word “daddy”.

All of the emotions vanished in that moment, his anger and jealousy were gone. His heart was pounding, his thoughts racing. He was still holding her by the wrist, and yet…he couldn’t feel any other emotion. 

He was just stunned. All he could see was her, and all he could feel was her cunt.

She mewled and began to rut her hips onto his hand. “Daddy, please.” She gasped, begging as her fingers tightened around his.

Neil inhaled sharply as he heard her desperate plea. It was as if he felt a switch go off in him. 

One second, he was wanting to argue with her, and the next he was completely taken over by this primal desire with a need to claim her. 

It was like she had activated some sort of animalistic instinct in him. 

“Daddy? You want daddy?” Neil asked in a breathless voice. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes darting back and forth between his wrist with the hand that disappeared into her dress and her face.

“Yes,” she nodded vigorously, eyes wide open in innocence and arousal.

Neil’s mind was clouded in lust. All of his thoughts were of this innocent and helplessly needy girl, calling him daddy. 

She was dripping with arousal, and all she wanted was him; the man that she loved. 

This was a dream come true to him.

He dropped her wrist that was still bounded in his hand, and ran his hand through her hair, looking deep into her eyes. "Call me that again."

“Daddy,” she said breathlessly.

Neil was completely consumed by desire, his mind racing, and his body trembling with excitement. He withdrew his fingers from her underwear. "Good girl."

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, pushing her against the wall and wrapping his arms around her. He was kissing her so passionately and aggressively, as if he needed a release, and she was the only one who could give it to him. 

The feeling was unlike anything he ever felt before. He wanted to consume her entirely.

“Oh,” she moaned into his devouring mouth.

Neil kept on kissing her, his hands running through her hair. He felt intoxicated by her scent, and her taste.

Her noises sent shivers down his body, driving his desire even higher. "You're so delicious." He sighed pathetically, he needed her, needed her more than anything in the entire world. He was obsessed with her.

“Daddy.” She mumbled inaudibly, reaching for his bulge through his jeans and gripping it desperately. He gasped into her mouth, huffing aggressively as he withdrew from her lips before picking her up and throwing her onto the bed.

Neil's primal instinct took over in that moment, and he was completely consumed by this sudden, violent lust. He kissed her even more fiercely, using his slim muscles to pin her down. 

He needed to taste her and touch her, to consume her. And she was the only one who could give him what he wanted. 

Her moans and whimpers sent shivers up his spine, his lust growing with every movement she made.

She gasped as he dragged her dress away from her body by the straps to reveal her bra and underwear, whimpering when he started to push down, rubbing his hard on against her bare stomach.

Neil's voice was raw and full of passion as he answered her moan, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "I love you. You're my good girl."

His lips pressed against her neck, his hands running through her hair. He was so intoxicated by the smell and taste of her. "I need you, baby."

His lips returned to her mouth, his tongue touching hers in the most intense kiss he'd ever experienced. "Call me daddy again,” he mumbled incoherently into her mouth.

“I love you too, daddy.”

Neil felt like his body was on fire, his emotions spinning out of control, and all he could do now was take her. "Good girl."

His jaw was straining the moment his tongue pressed deeper into her mouth, his lips devouring hers like he was starved. 

He kept on kissing her like he was trying to consume her. His hands were all over her body, caressing every single part of her skin.

He couldn’t think straight anymore. *"I need more.” His lust was growing with every second he spent touching her. He needed her. He wanted her.

She mewled when she felt him on her stomach, rubbing his bulge against her skin once again.

Neil felt like he was going crazy. He couldn’t handle the excitement any longer. 

He needed more. 

So, he maneuvered himself off her body and stood up from the bed and began to remove his clothes.

"Baby," Neil murmured the endearment softly, his voice dripping in excitement. He was staring right at her and her lips, her face, everything about her that made her perfect. 

His hands were already wrapping around her body as he returned to the bed, pulling her closer.

"Do you want me, baby?" He murmured the question as he got on top of her, straddling her hips.

She shuddered in pleasure when she felt his hot and heavy cock on top of her stomach, skin on skin. “Yes.” She moaned.

"Good girl."

That was all Neil could say at the moment. Any other words had failed him. He could think only of her, and her only.

Neil's hands ran through her hair as his body rubbed against hers, touching her in all the right places. His lips were kissing her all over, and he was taking his time in making sure she was feeling good.

He knew she loved the teasing, and he was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

She whimpered when he started grinding down on her stomach, feeling his thick cock dragging across her skin slightly as he pushed down his hips in a slight rocking motion.

Neil felt like he was in such a euphoric rush. He was completely consumed by the feeling of holding her in his arms, her body against his. She was his whole world right now, her every breath, her every heartbeat.

His kisses were gentle but firm and passionate. His hands were caressing her everywhere, but they were never too rough.

He was in love with her.

She whimpered when he touched her sensitive nipples, brushing his thumbs across them. Before releasing them so he could scoot backwards to get her dress and underwear off.

Neil's hands brushed against her body, and he was taking his time as his mouth was all over her neck, shoulders, and hands, and his hands kept running through her hair, caressing every inch of her. 

He was enjoying this so much that he was losing track of time. He didn't want this to end. He never wanted this to end. 

Neil was obsessed with this girl. His girl.

Then he finally placed himself between her legs, settling one of his arms next to her head and his other hand was sliding down between them.

Lifting her legs around his waist, “please daddy.” She begged quietly.

Neil's eyes widened at her words, and his breathing hitched in response. He wrapped his hand around his girth, aiming it at her pussy.

"Baby,” he cooed softly as his body was trembling in excitement. He was ready to take her. He took a sharp inhale, and then-

She’d let out a wail, in pleasure when he slammed his cock into her. Her hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, but she couldn’t.

Neil's eyes were filled with passion and lust. He was in a primal state, a state in which all he could feel and hear and see was her.

He started thrusting into her roughly. She moaned, and she felt her hands being grabbed by his and she felt relief. “Oh, daddy.” She breathed, feeling his cock dragging against her walls made her whine even louder. 

Neil huffed almost whiningly, feeling himself being consumed by lust. He couldn't hold back; he wanted her so badly. It was as if his blood was boiling with lust beyond his comprehension.

Neil's body was drenched in sweat, and his skin was flushed with a red tint. He was exhausted; exhausted from intense and relentless movements of pounding into her, feeling her tight pussy on his cock.

His heart was pounding, his lips were swollen, and his ears were ringing.

But he didn't want it to end. He wasn't done yet. He still wanted more.

He reached for her jaw with his fingers, and she gasped when he forced her mouth to open then she realized what he wanted her to do so she obeyed completely and closed her eyes in sheer pleasure when he’d spit in her mouth.

Neil was completely lost in a daze, his focus completely on her. In this moment, he felt unstoppable. 

He felt like nothing could stand in his way when it came to her. He was going to give her everything that she wanted, and he was going to do everything in his power to make her feel good. 

She was his, and no one was going to take her from him.

The pleasure of the climax finally washed over her, making her moan, and she could tell he was nearing his end as well due to the stuttering of his hips as his pace became irregular. Her lust-addled brain was clear when she realized he did not place a condom on his cock. “Neil, you-you need to pull out.” She whispered stammering, trying to push his torso away.

Neil was caught off-guard when she said that, breaking him from the haze he had been feeling for so long. He pulled away slightly, his breathing shaky and heart pounding out of his chest.

He stared into her eyes, panting slightly before shaking his head. "No." That was all he could say, his voice sounding hoarse and rough. "I'm not pulling out."

She looked at him with wide eyes as panic filled in her irises, “I’m not on birth control! You have to pull out before you could get me pregnant.”

"I don't care."

The words left Neil’s mouth before he even had time to think them through. He felt a sudden wave of lust and passion wash over him, and he couldn’t resist the feeling as he started slamming his hips into her, shoving his cock back and forth in her pussy.

Neil was completely and utterly lost in a daze, and all he could think about was her. He couldn’t think about consequences right now, he was just following his instincts. "I don’t care." He repeated again, his voice shaky but loud. "I'm going to give you a baby.”

She was shaking her head, “Neil.” She begged, trying to push his abdomen away, trying to stop him.

"No." Neil said harshly, refusing to be pushed away as he gave a brutal thrust. "You're mine, and I'm keeping you. You don't get to leave." He sounded desperate and forceful as he pushed his body back against hers. "No one is going to take you away from me."

Neil was no longer in his own control; he was consumed by his desire and lust.

She tried really hard to get him to pull out, but the battle was lost. She threw her head back as her hands were dragged above her head by him to prevent her from pushing him away. “Neil.” She all but whined when he started adding more force behind his thrusts .

She felt him deeply as he held her against the mattress. She couldn’t even try to wiggle if she could because he had a tight grip on her, holding her down as he took her.

Neil was so lost in himself that he didn't hear her, not until it was already too late. Her voice sounded so distant to him, a faint noise in the back of his head. He couldn't hear anything but his heart beating in his ears, pumping in and out.

He felt desperate, and his movement grew more aggressive with every second. He wasn't in control anymore; he wasn't in control of himself. His only thought was to let himself go.

"No one will ever touch you again." He spat. "You're mine."

Neil felt like his world was collapsing, all his desires and lust being suddenly sucked away by the feeling of pleasure. Time stood still in that moment, his body moving uncontrollably in the most intense and deep release he had ever felt. 

His voice became nothing to a hoarse, broken “fuck.”

[honeywyrdie]

Sweet Spot {part 3}

{part 1}{part 2}{part 3}{part 4}{part 5}{part 6}

Baker Felix x Florist reader

summary: Before the ceremony, you unfortunately have to face your ex. Though with Felix there to back you up when Johnny starts being rude, there's a tension you haven't felt before. How will you survive watching your ex get married? // genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut // word count: 3.6k // warnings: adult dialogue, sexual themes //a/n: if you're not on the taglist and would like to be, please reply to this post or send me an ask!🥰

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

Before doing anything else, you need to go take a very cold shower. For one, you need to scrub off all the plant matter currently staining your hands. Secondly, you need to douse this awful combination of anxiety and lust that’s been building up throughout the week. The idea of Johnny walking down the aisle has been simmering away in the back of your mind and the confusing fresh wave of desire for Felix has not been helping. When you try to untangle the thoughts from one another, it feels like trying to diffuse a bomb, not knowing which wire to cut. 

There’s a part of you that feels bitter about Johnny, you two were together for so long, and he’s climbing that ladder of life faster than you. All the bragging that he’s done has seeped into you. In your more insecure moments, you think yourself jealous of him. It drives you mad, knowing how dead your relationship was by the time you pruned it, but all that time and effort lost on some mediocre shithead from your college years makes you feel like you’ve wasted your prime years. Johnny has an uncanny ability to suss out the parts of yourself that you’re least confident about and boast about his success in those areas. 

When your floral business was just starting out, he made sure you knew how well he was doing with money. When he met Jenny, he paraded her around online and at social functions, telling anyone within earshot how he’s never loved anyone the way he loves her. He liked to go on and on about how he knew the very first time meeting her, he was going to marry her. They were just so compatible - mentally, emotionally, and physically. Every time you are hanging out at some brewery with your old friends and Johnny starts up, it takes all your effort not to scoff into your beer and roll your eyes. It’s not jealousy that you feel though, you just wish he would shut the fuck up about it sometimes. 

When he had approached you to do the flowers for the wedding, he seemed surprised when you accepted.

“I promise, I’d love to do the florals for you and Jenny,” you said.

“Are you sure?” Johnny said, eyes full of pity. “Is the business doing okay? It’s totally fine if you don’t want to take on a project this big.”

“Business is booming, Johnny,” you gritted out. “I’ll even give you a nice discount, since we’re friends and all.”

“Okay, great!” he said. “Be prepared for Jenny though. She’s terrible at making decisions without my help.”

“I’ve worked with a lot of brides before, I know I can handle any changes she needs to make,” you reply coolly.

“Good to know,” he said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You remember this exchange like it was yesterday. The way you had little half moons embedded in your palms from clenching your fists so hard comes to the forefront of the memory. There was something about how Johnny knew exactly what to say to get under your skin still made you angry.

Thinking back about this exchange while you soap up your body under the cold water of the shower, a little seed of conspiracy plants itself in your mind. Did Johnny encourage the massive switch up of aesthetics at the last minute? Jenny seemed so eager about the previous plan of  classic, timeless flowers that the switch to bohemian felt really out of left field, especially so close to the wedding date. It was also a little rash and stupid of you to offer him such a huge discount. Minho and Chan were right, you had to make sure all your extra work was paid for properly. 

The Felix problem was an entirely different can of worms. This crush you’ve been nursing for years now had fuel added to the fire, all because of a silly dream you had. Granted, it was an incredibly hot dream, you feel goosebumps raise on your skin, and not just from the frigid temperature of your shower. If anything, the icy water was keeping you grounded, not getting swept away by your desire again. 

Were you ovulating or something? Why was this hitting you so hard, especially now? Nothing had changed between you and Felix, you just seemed to notice more. He’s been extraordinarily kind, really going out of his way to take care of you. It helps, since both of you work within the wedding industry, to have someone to confide in so closely. The last few months, you’ve seen him more often than not, like an extremely reliable dinner buddy. You realize Felix is a huge reason you haven’t felt as lonely in the past year. 

His offer to be your plus one had you reeling. As you step out of the shower, you remember how he urged you to call him your boyfriend while you were here. 

“It feels real when you can attach a label to it like that,” he had said. He was right. You knew, beyond a doubt, that your ex would take what you said more seriously if you had “evidence” that you were doing well. It was petty, immature, and not something you should entertain. . .  but you wanted to feel an ounce of victory against your ex. You were going to that wedding to show up and show off. It didn’t hurt that you also secretly craved to indulge the fantasy of being with Felix like that, even if just for a night.

Toweling off your body, the dream-hazed feeling of his hands on your hips rocket through you again. It’s not that Felix wasn’t touchy, he was one of your more physically affectionate friends. But that was just the way he acted with everyone, always hugging, touching, soothing, you internally scolded yourself for getting swept away by his antics. There was something about Dream Felix’s hands that felt burned into your skin. Rubbing your face, you try and shake the image - you have shit to do, there’s a wedding you need to get ready for.

You pull your dress out of the garment bag, a pastel pink, slinky number, ruched in just the right way to accentuate the curve of your hips. The length is just modest enough to pass for a wedding, but stops right above your knee. You have your favorite pair of strappy, white fuck-me heels to go along with it. You make sure your lips look plumped, your eyes look sharp and bedroom-y, and your hair looks fashionably mussed and loosely pinned back. The goal is to look like you didn’t put in too much effort while still standing out from the crowd. 

You’re futzing with an earring clasp when you hear a knock at the door. Felix stands in the doorway when you answer, whatever greeting he was about to say dying on his lips when he sees you. His jaw slackens as he stares, drinking you in. You’re in a similar position, enthralled by his appearance. His hair is half swept back, tendrils of his cool toned blonde trailing resting against his shoulders. His suit jacket is a pale blue offset by his light beige dress pants. His attention to detail is insane with his white shirt with small detailed flowers embroidered into it and a silver blue embroidered tie to match. The undertones of the suit complement his honey tanned skin so well. His freckles nearly glitter on his face. He looks good, as if he just walked off the runway. You’re not sure how much time passes as the two of you gawk at the other, before you shake yourself out of it.

“Lix! Come on in!” you nearly shout, unable to control the volume of your voice.

“Wow, Y/n…” he murmurs as he steps inside the hotel room. “You look…”

“It’s a bit much, I know,” you interrupt him. You don’t think you can handle whatever he was about to say, good or bad. “But I wanted to show off a little at the wedding.”

“That won’t be an issue at all, I promise,” he says as his gaze traces your form again. His eyes darken for a moment, lost in some sort of intense thought, before he snaps out of it. Looking up at you with a bright smile on his face, he does a little spin to show off his outfit. “Told you I clean up real good, didn’t I?”

“Understatement of the century,” you mutter, your skin flushing. You can’t help but trail your eyes up from his shoes to his face. “Oh! I have something for you!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” you walk over to the small fridge in your shared room. Inside is a plastic takeout container, slight condensation covering the inside. “Well, technically I have something for both of us.”

You pop open the container to reveal a corsage and a boutonniere, a combination of lilac, lavender and mint. Picking up the boutonniere, you beckon Felix over. “This goes on your suit and I have one that matches.”

“Ooh, matchy matchy!” he lilts.

You playfully smack his shoulder and laugh. “Yes, matchy matchy.” 

He stands close to you, the toes of your shoes nearly touching, as you pin the flowers on to his lapel. You smooth your hand over the fabric of his jacket before looking up at him. He’s got that same adoring look in his eyes as he looks down at you. You feel yourself flush again, that cold shower’s calming effect has fully worn off now that you’re back in the warm glowing spotlight Felix seems to put on you. Bashfully, you look away and your eyes catch the clock on the bedside table.

“Oh! I need to get down to the dressing rooms with the wedding party’s flowers!”

You’re already power walking out of your room when you hear Felix trail behind you, “I’ll come help.”

You sneak into the bridal dressing room with a few boxes while the girls are still in pre-wedding prep. There’s a lot of movement all orbiting Jenny. When she sees you, she smiles and beckons you over. Felix hangs back, hovering by the entrance, not wanting to disturb the tittering over the bouquets. 

The bridesmaids love the flowers, each getting their own mini version of Jenny’s big bouquet, slightly unique in arrangement and color. You also reveal the corsages that they’ll be able to wear at the reception, also matching the bohemian theme. The din of chatter rises again in the room. Jenny sees Felix at the door and waves, smiling at him like they were old friends. She catches your eye and winks.

The bridal drop off was simple. The groomsmen drop off fills you with dread. While walking the boxes of boutonnieres over to the men’s dressing room, you feel your stomach do a few flips. Felix gives you a reassuring smile and waits in the doorway yet again. As you enter, you hear the cheerful, familiar voices of Peter and Bobby calling you over.

“Y/n! We wondered where you were,” Bobby says.

“Yeah, holy shit,” Peter says. “It’s been ages. I’ve never seen you grace our presence in anything but sneakers!”

“Hey guys,” you grin at the boys. These two chucklefucks have been your friends since the first week of college when you found yourself in an ice breaker circle during orientation. They were the two who introduced you to Johnny incidentally during a chaotic game of Edward 40-hands. Johnny had helped you drag them back to their dorm when they were three sheets to the wind. “Lovely to see you two looking like you’ve showered for once.”

“Hey now, don’t go complimenting us too hard,” Peter smiles with a big wide gummy smile. “Whatcha got there?”

At that moment, Johnny appears, giving you a flat mouthed smile. He looks slicked back and shiny, his cheeks a little too pink to seem suave. He looks a little wary seeing you all dressed up. With your heels on, you are at eye level with him and you know that he isn’t a fan of that.

“I came to pin on your flowers so you all match for the ceremony.”

You start pinning on the little bundles of flowers one by one. Johnny is last in the rotation, his boutonniere a little more complex than the groomsmen. You both stand in awkward silence for a moment, safety pin stuck between your teeth, as you maneuver the wrapping of his flowers.

“So…who’s the blonde?”

“Hmm?”

“Who’s the blonde dude hovering at the door?”

You turn your head, and make direct eye contact with Felix. He’s got a cool smile plastered on his face that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. The way the afternoon sun is hitting him makes him radiate though. Somehow he seems to bring his own sparkle with him everywhere he goes, like he can’t help but capture the attention of everyone surrounding him. You watch as he presses his tongue against the side of cheek as he looks at the two of you across the room.

“That’s Felix. He’s my…boyfriend,” the word feels strange in your mouth.

You see the muscle in Johnny’s jaw twitch as he mulls that over. “I thought you were bringing your sister.”

“Nope, you just assumed I was bringing her,” you say, your voice clipped. “Remember? You thought I was having trouble in the ‘dating department’?”

“How long have you been seeing each other?”

“A few months now.”

“Hmm,” he grunts out, eyes still on Felix. “Isn’t he kind of… too pretty for you?”

“Excuse me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“I mean, isn’t he a little…” Johnny raises his hand to make a limp wrist gesture.

“I don’t like what you’re implying, Johnny.”

“Oh, don’t get all offended on me. You know what I mean! He looks like a fairy,” Johnny whispers, too loudly. Everyone in the room goes quiet.

“Why are you being so fucking rude?” you feel the heat of anger roll through you, color rising in your cheeks.

“I’m not, I’m just surprised you’re into guys like that,” he sniffs, looking away. “Are you sure he’s into you?”

“Fuck you,” your voice bites out, adrenaline pumping through you.

Bobby comes up and claps Johnny a little too hard on the shoulder, forcing out a laugh. “He doesn’t know what he’s saying! He’s probably just hungover from the stag last night. You know how alcohol turns him into a little bitch.” 

“Yeah,” Johnny mumbles. “Sorry.”

“Whatever,” you say, turning on your heel. “See you out there.”

You stomp over to the door where Felix is standing. As you approach, he holds out his hand for you to take. Unshed tears burn in your eyes, but you’re too mad to cry. Felix walks one step ahead of you, pulling you gently to a secluded corner near the lobby. 

“Y/n, you okay?” he leans down, concern painting his features. You’re breathing hard, trying to calm yourself down but it feels like there’s a swarm of bees under your ribs.

“Breathe.” Felix says as he pulls you into his arms. He hugs you tight and takes some deep breaths in a slow, soothing pattern. You don’t realize you’re shaking with anger until you’re pressed up against his chest, but you begin to relax in his embrace. He pulls back a bit when he feels your forehead slump onto his shoulder, giving you a reassuring pat on the back. 

“What he said doesn’t matter, I promise,” Felix says, his deep voice rumbling through you, close to your ear. “It’s hard to insult someone when you’re calling them pretty.”

You chuckle, looking up at him. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“Ehh, it’s nothing I haven’t heard before. I’m sorry you had to hear that,” he says. “He was insane to think that I wouldn’t be into you.”

“Yeah, my fake boyfriend has to be into me,” you chuckle. You feel much calmer now. “It’s like, the main reason you’re here.”

Felix gives you an inquisitive look, like the combination of a frown and smile, before shaking his head. “Yeah sure, fake boyfriend.”

You take one last deep breath to ground yourself. 

“Alright, let’s go find our seats.”

~

You’re no stranger to weddings. The families and friends shuffle in, light piano music playing in the background while everyone decides whether they want to sit on the bride or groom’s side. You hear a few hushed conversations about how lovely the florals are and secretly beam with pride. 

Felix drags you to a pair of seats on the bride’s side in the back row. He’s sitting close to the aisle side, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to his side. The small circles he’s rubbing into your shoulder are meant to be soothing, but you feel some of that ache blooming in your chest again. This is what it would feel like to really be with him. 

Johnny files in, taking his places in front of the round floral arch you put together. You avoid Johnny’s eyes at all costs, not wanting to scowl the entire ceremony. Jenny doesn’t deserve that. Felix, on the other hand, can’t seem to keep his eyes off Johnny. If looks could kill, Jenny would be a widow before she even got married. 

The swell of the wedding music starts up as the bridesmaids line up. Everyone stands, Felix taking your hand in his once again. You watch as a few of the bridesmaids do a double take at him, raking over his outfit briefly. One of them fully gawks at him for a moment before she remembers where she is. Your eyes are focused on the flowers, watching how they compliment the outfits and how they blend with the rest of the styling. 

The piano switches to a slower version of “Here Comes the Bride,” which feels strangely traditional with all the bohemian decor. Nonetheless, Jenny, arm in arm with her father, slowly marches down the aisle. Her gown is soft and flowy, her hair long, her veil made in the style of macrame. It matches perfectly with the bouquet you created for her, you beam with pride. You find yourself smiling and leaning into Felix’s shoulder. He turns to you, fully looking away from the bride, looking at you with a soft expression. Your focus is on the bouquet as Jenny steps up to the front. The ceremony begins when the officiant gestures for everyone to be seated.

Felix grasps your hand, lacing your fingers together, as you sit. He runs his thumb over your knuckles tenderly as he watches. Your other hand finds his bicep as you lean into him. He grins and subtly flexes for you. While Felix is focused on the couple at the front, his hand slips out of yours gently. For a moment, you’re filled with disappointment, until he shifts to grab your leg, fingers dancing along your knee. The room fades into the background, now all you care about is the way his fingers feel against your skin.

The voice of the officiant drones on. Felix’s eyes still firmly face forward as he caresses down your thigh, the hem of your dress riding up an inch or two under his grasp. You look down, watching in awe at the light ministrations, the pads of his fingers tracing little heart patterns on the inside of your knee. The sensation makes your heart flutter and the sensitive skin under Felix’s hand buzzes in anticipation. 

You glance up at him to find his eyes still trained on the exchanging of vows. He looks stoic, almost as if the way he’s touching you is a mindless activity. Maybe it is, maybe you’re getting carried away, awash in the building arousal. You try to remind yourself that this is fake, he’s doing this to help you put on a show for others, to rub it in Johnny’s face a little. Felix is a master at the act if he’s able to get you to believe, even if just for a second, that he returns your feelings. Your heart sinks as you think of your own little delusion that he could feel the same about you. 

He looks down at you then, head leaned into his shoulder, both hands grasping at his arm. Whatever look you give him must spur him on, this time he lightly drags his nails up your inner thigh. You gasp at the sensation, arousal pooling in your belly. Your knees lurch closed, trapping his hand between your thighs. He smiles at you again, this time flashing his teeth, the tip of his tongue tapping at the point of one of his canines. Your legs shudder slightly and you whine, so low only he can hear it. He delicately slides his hand out from between your thighs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders again. 

The noise of the room kicks up again, everyone clapping while “The Wedding March” plays on the piano. You stand on shaky legs next to Felix. As Johnny and Jenny come down the aisle, Felix pulls you to him and presses a kiss to your temple, making direct eye contact with your ex. Your eyes flutter at the possessive kiss, realizing that you hadn’t imagined Felix’s lips in the same spot the other night as you drifted off. As your mind spins, you miss the way Johnny sneers at Felix, disdain dripping in his gaze.

As the rest of the wedding guests file out of the room behind the couple, Felix grabs your hand and drags you out, trailing behind everyone. Heading towards the reception, he brings your hand to his mouth, giving it a quick peck. He looks at you, his eyes glinting with mirth, as he says, “Come on, let’s go try the cake.”

~

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[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the poetic naga reaper. ﹚: zhào talisen .𖹭 ݁

. . . a dance with death !! 🍒 : “ am i upset? no dear, i am admiring your voice, your eyes, the way your lips move as you speak — no, no i am not upset with you, never. i fall quiet, for you pull me into a trance ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 781

꒰ species ꒱ naga, grim reaper

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ chinese

꒰ age ꒱ 26

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ isfj

꒰ alias ꒱ viper ( hero alias ), pequeño segador ( by neva ramona ), night orchid ( family alias ), dark vapor ( by enemies ), javier’s errand boy ( mockingly, by aetheers around the order ), termite infested snake piss ( by the artisan )

꒰ story ꒱ 

the personification of death. the poet himself.

the viper, a highly skilled and well-known member of the order of aetheers and hero of the city of elritea, though behind the mask he is zhao talisen, a literature uni student with the incessant urge to protect.

protect what?

raised to revere the gods - yet turned to a resentment for the divine. a chaos that rages within him. for this world that he adores; yet loathes with all his being.

and so he shall pour it out into his endless lines of poetry. into his acts upon theatre stages. a beautifully macabre soul. one gentle. one shattered.

꒰ appearance ꒱

deep maroon eyes with slitted pupils. has two beauty spots beneath his left eye. often uses eyeliner

long black hair that reaches to the small of his back, cut in a jellyfish hairstyle. often wear hairpins

tanned skin, androgynous and elegant features

6���8” ( 203 cm ) in height, a toned figure comprised of lean muscle but doesn’t look as such with his fashion style

long nails that can develop into talons, often painted deep purple

elongated forked tongue ( which he can mask as a normal one ) with a midline tongue piercing

rows of sharp teeth with an extra pair of upper snake fangs

wears lots of silver rings

lots of silver jewellery and necklaces

two standard lobe piercings along with an upper lobe, helix, forward helix and orbital piercings on both ears — while his right ear holds a standard conch and tragus piercing, with an industrial piercing on his left

often has a dark academia aesthetic in terms of his fashion. from turtlenecks and coats which can turn into vintage or traditional chinese fashion

unhinging jaw which he can conceal with magic

nipple piercings and navel piercings

frenum piercing

 

꒰ personality ꒱

quiet and calm, appears as the epitome of serenity and elegance. a particularly gentle person on the outside

very poetic in the way that he speaks, ties in nicely with his elegance. has a passion for theatre and literature and expresses this in his day-to-day life

studious, mature and observant. prefers peace over conflict

beyond kind-hearted. he is hyper-empathetic and sympathetic in many ways, often having quite the soft soul. often takes on the roll of protector

dutiful and enjoys taking care of those around him

however, he can be moody at times due to repressed feelings. as he always feels as though he should bottle up negative emotions and not allow himself to show them

has a lot of resentment towards his past and is dealing with a lot of his own insecurities

he can be very blunt and might not always realise that his wording could set off whoever he is talking to. especially because he is brutally honest

can be quite stubborn

it is a very difficult feat to get on his nerves as he is a very patient person. however, should one actually find a way to annoy him purposefully, he can be quite mean

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

shows his more talkative and chaotic side with you

he can be very gentle, passionate and peaceful. he loves being able to take care of you and ensure your wellbeing

sometimes loves throwing you into confusing conversations and teasing you until you’re flustered. loves seeing your angry little pouts

adores every inch of you and is very vocal about that

composes poetry and songs for you that he is unafraid to read or sing to you in an effort to show his love

boundaries are very important to him and he makes sure to never cross yours

very physically affectionate too, as he is touch-starved, so he often has his hand in yours, his hand on your waist or on the small of your back, at times may also just press your side into his and walk with you, arm slung over your shoulders

be prepared for many late night walks and late night drives

sometimes pulls you out of bed and dances you around the room

loves baking with you and cooking for you especially

can be quite cuddly, so be prepared to get snatched randomly throughout the day and get teleported somewhere secluded where the two of you can sit and snuggle up

loves littering kisses all over your face an whispering out his deep love for you

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

soul-reaping: talisen has the ability to reap more than 500 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife.

vapour teleportation: can shift his physical form into a dark vapour and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

dark vapor production: produces a dark vapour from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

hallucinative vapor production: similar to his dark vapour, however causes those that breathe it in to hallucinate; often multiple versions of him.

acrobatic fighting: very flexible and graceful in general, he is able to move his body in a fluid motions and exert his physical form a bit more than others.

illusionary trickery: spells that he has taught himself, the ability to cast certain illusions.

skilled martial artist: trained from a young age in various martial arts and uses a combination of these in combat.

can see souls/ghosts: as a reaper talisen has the ability to see ghosts, spirits, wraiths, etc. along with the souls of both living and dead.

increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, agility and durability.

heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

healing factor: a dull healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than an average human

elastic jaw: the ability to unhinge his jaw to drastic measures

flexibility: flexible organs and skeleton giving him the movement of a snake

hyper climbing and clawing: able to slither up surfaces

seismic sense: able to feel vibrations in a seismic way whenever his limbs touch surfaces. he can feel these from quite awhile ago

fangs and bite: has retractable fangs that secret certain venoms and a very powerful bite

enhanced lung capacity: able to hold his breath for longer

stealth: can move around swiftly and quietly

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

oranges: he has a bad allergic reactions to oranges and thus cannot ingest them. he takes medication for this upon contact

lizards: he has a phobia of lizards and cannot look at them. this can result in him fainting in some instances

claustrophobia: fear of small or confined spaces

apples: he has a mild apple allergy

horses: a very bad allergy to horses, he could get hospitalised if he does not take his medication.

fainting: should he grow overwhelmed, he is prone to fainting

loud noises: he cannot handle very loud noises at time, specifically people screaming. this can either send him into states of shock or worse — can cause him to go into states of deafness.

daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it.

extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

rishen herrera: best friend, boyfriend.

alessio arias: frenemy

javier herrera: mentor, boss.

rishima singhania ( herrera ): mentor, boss.

lucía herrera: close friend, ( “older-brother” friendship )

shimada takara: close friend.

takashima takeya: close friend

yuè mèng yáo: mother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào mùchén: father, enemy, different universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào hàoyú: younger brother, irish twin, different universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào haitāo: younger brother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào xīyáng: younger brother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào yizé: younger brother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào yŭ xī: younger brother/sister/sibling, different universe ( verse 9948e )

neva ramona: “tìa neva”, caretaker, different universe ( verse 9785n )

gael herrera: “tío gael”, caretaker, different universe ( verse 9948e )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

he is a university student majoring in literature who also takes theatre, astrophysics and biochemistry.

he plays the harp.

has a watch that can transport him across dimensions.

has a cat named beauregard oliver the 7th arch king of death.

he is fluent in csl & asl.

he can speak chinese ( mandarin ), spanish ( latin american ) and is learning hindi.

talisen, despite being very academically smart, is as a matter of fact a goldfish when he isn’t in class.

talisen used to be almost deaf in both ears before he got his snake powers, which is why he often feels overwhelmed by his new ability to hear. for this, he was given hearing aids that adjust the amount of sound he can hear, to help him feel comfortable in loud environments. his ears are very sensitive without his hearings aids and may make him prone to anxiety attacks.

he has a scythe, rish, which has the ability to paralyze on strike.

[kaycode1999]

hi heard you were doing some match ups and i was wondering if u could do me one

For starters, im a demisexual girl, still debating if im bi or simply a straight ally(in that case i'd kindly ask for a male counterpart), i don't want to be shipped with mk, mei, sandy, tang,pigsy bc i only see them as friends, and ao lie bc i already got him two times

i struggle with anxiety, abandonment, self worth and attachment issues and am currently working on my insomnia

Im a really sensitive person(tho not to the point of crying)my familly calls me a litteral drama queen

I sometimes feel like a useless third wheel, i rarely get angry at anything and always get along with anyone, my friends to confuse my goofy,friendly and open minded behavior for naivety and stupidety and i really hate it

For my aesthetic: i guess im a bit of everything depending on my mood, i like it when it matches, tho i do prefer hardcore colors like fushia, purple and dark blue, i also wear some moon and star themed jewelry i make myself

Im an ambivert, i socialize pretty well but prefer alone times

My love languages is physical affection(im not too clingy since i value personal space and boundaries more), words of affirmation, flirting lots of flirting and quality time and for me communication is the key, i don't really have a type but i am looking for someone loyal, who will love me and my insecurities and will accept that im badly crazy sometimes

i like drawing, mythology, reading, writing poems, painting, listening to music depending on my mood, studying dark entities(wich freaks my parents out), walking in the city(during night time),and i have a weird habit of collecting bird skull

I match you with

Macaque

The good thing is he knows first hand what its like to deal with anxiety, abandonment, self worth, attachment issues and feeling like a useless third wheel. Which means he has special knowledge of how to help you through it and/or do what he can to make sure he's never the cause of those feelings

With everything that's happened in his past, he actually views your demeanor as strong and intelligent. In his mind it takes no effort or intelligence to be cynical and mean, it's easy to do- but being friendly and kind shows your strength of character. ( Don't let him hear your friends putting you down for it or protective mode is ACTIVATED)

It simultaneously makes his heart swell with pride and makes him super flustered to see you wearing moon-themed anything because he compares himself to the Moon and Wukong to the Sun. (Please make him some matching ones he would love it😭)

Poor Monkey is honestly affection starved so he's not used to any of it. He's so thankful that you want to give him affection even though it makes him flustered. Its so cute though, his face gets so red with any kind of affection its adorable

Person B: what is this?

Person A: affection

Person B: disgusting

Person B:

Person B: do it again

This has actually happened before 😂😂

He never imagined he'd be lucky enough to be with you, so trust me once he is he's never leaving

He loves going on walks with you at night, he also finds the skull thing interesting

If you’re having trouble getting to sleep he’ll do whatever you want to help, just talking about random stuff or humming or just generally being there for you

[mkgrl11]

social media cleanse and restriction. one of the most important things that helped me start being consistent

this post is aimed for people who feel bad after doomscrolling for hours AND for the people who are emotionally sensitive like me. this is NOT necessary to manifest WHATSOEVER. consider this more of a general wellness tip.

i am speaking almost exclusively from personal experience.

long post, content under the cut

what do you mean by a social media cleanse and restriction? what does it entail?

it's exactly what it says on the tin. cutting down on social media in your daily life

why should we even DO a social media cleanse? i don't wanna miss out!!

there are MANY reasons to do a social media cleanse, but i'll just be talking for the loa/loass perspective (there's literally countless other reasons, you can find a few benefits here).

first of all, you are NOT missing out. there is an infinite amount of unimportant things on there that clog up your mind! and i'm talking about mean people on twitter ragebaiting, somebody on reddit who "trolls" you by actually ruining your day, and tiktok creating a new insecurity out of thin air! doesn't it drive you crazy how riled up you can get over a TWEET??? your beautiful brain doesn't deserve to spend hours in places like that. and you do end up being "in touch" anyway, either by your friends referencing new memes, or by the small amounts of time you spend on your phone (you do NOT have to delete social media entirely)

second of all, i believe that that type of content can actually spoil your fun with manifestations, and i'll give some examples. that weird content can make you:

forget that you were saying your affirmations! maybe you wanted to robotically affirm for 20 minutes, and before you know it, your timer goes off, and you were looking at tweets respoted on instagram, and totally forgot to keep your affirmations at the back of your head

confused. maybe you're on tumblr (ironic i'm posting this online btw, i know) and scrolling on the loass hashtags and you see a post that says "manifestation is a process" followed by a post that says "manifestation is instant, and not a process", followed by someone complaining in someone's asks, followed by... and before you know it, you almost forgot what manifestation was even about

...and the point which is most important,

mess up your attention span. i know, I KNOW, don't boo me! i'm RIGHT! when i was at the peak of my social media usage, i couldn't even sit through visualising for even THREE MINUTES without picking up my phone. i had to give up stuff that made me happy (like visualising) to do stuff that fried my dopamine receptors, and i HATED it

okay, but what's the point of the "restriction"?

the restriction part of the name is just to encourage ACTIVELY taking care of the media you consume. don't hop platforms, spiral even lower, or start a worse habit. keep an eye on that kind of stuff. keep yourself busy.

what about non-social media? like music, film, etc.

i don't think music and film taste is something people can really control. but i will admit, i saw my life improve when i slowed down on listening to angry and depressing music, and snuck in happier or more neutral ones instead.

and it SUCKS to admit it, because i am a HUGE screamo, emo, and alt-rock fan (despite the aesthetic of my blog lmao). i also almost exclusively hate romcoms and fantasize about absurd horror films i watched years ago.

but the good thing is, if you want to introduce more fun music into your playlists (if you feel like the music/film you have been consuming has genuinely been ruining your mood, which i feel like it did for me a little), you can totally do that without having to quit the content you enjoy.

do you have any personal experience with this?

you bet!! i'll try to keep it short bcs i have been rambling for a while, so here it is summed up in bullet points. also this all happened slowly over like two weeks.

what i listened to/watched before:

literal youtube drama slop that i didn't care about

doomscrolling on instagram reels

songs with angry lyrics whose sounds i LOOOVED but felt a little down after listening to it

how i felt before:

bombarded with a bunch of stuff i did not wanna know about (like people's personal dramas online, random jumpscares hidden online, etc)

couldn't focus even on things that made me feel good

like i was searching for something, and never being able to calm that feeling down. for example, i would look up "how to caramelize onions" when i had done that 10 times before bc i felt that my self was so untrustworthy, bc everything i need "MUST be outside of me". or i would scroll on loassblr, bc maybe THIS time i'll find the "key to manifesting"

what i listened to/watched after:

fun youtube videos about nostalgic games and comedy that actually makes me laugh out loud

i got an app which limits my instagram and tiktok while giving me 25 minutes a day in case i need it. i could not delete instagram as a whole bc some of my friends are friends i made overseas and still keep in touch with

still a big emo fan, but i cut out a lot of songs that JUST straight up made me feel depressed and anxious and added more of bands who make relatively happier music, rock from the 70s, and edm.

how i feel now:

i am more in control of my thoughts, especially when alone

i am genuinely surprised when i watch a movie with a friend and they pick up their phone right after the title screen plays

i am more satisfied with myself as a whole, and i can rely on my intuition and senses better

i don't need "background noise" for everything anymore

what tips do you got?

i actually don't recommend that you quit cold turkey, because it might be too difficult and you might just end up saying "ehh whatever, i was never cut out for quitting social media anyway" and start scrolling again. go slow

if you do feel that the music you listen to leaves you a bit too upset, but you also don't wanna do a 180 and listen to songs you lowkey hate instead, i recommend you remove the particularly depressing songs from your playlist (you can always listen to them again when the mood calls for it of course), and add in some more "middle" songs. or try on some new genres!

abt the previous point, if you have a DR where angrier music makes sense (like if you're in a rock band, your DR SP loves going to metal concerts, or anything of the like) you can make almost anything work! use that music as visualisation material. all of a sudden, instead of making you wallow in negative emotions, it's a source of power and imagination!

youtube videos, tumblr, and pinterest matter too! especially if you're over there overconsuming loa content. i use my youtube just for fun videos and subliminals, tumblr just to post (i barely look at other posts), and pinterest to add to vision boards.

if you're like me and can't doomscroll on your laptop, log in to the web versions of instagram and snapchat. that way you can text for an extended amount of time with your friends without getting distracted by the reels and snapchat stories

i really like the app ScreenZen, i think it works better than IOS's screen time protector thing

i recommend you keep your hands busy with something else. one of the main reasons why i started this blog anyway was so i could keep my hands off my phone (i'm typing this on my laptop rn). i also picked up knitting and drawing after years of not doing that

use your feelings as a compass. does it feel good when you look at that content? if not, cut it out. you will learn to trust your feelings more that way too

conclusion?

do a social media cleanse, or don't. i'm not your mom. i'm pretty sure my explanations, experience, and tips have spoken for themselves. if you have any questions or personal experience with this, i would love to read it in a comment. please remember to focus on what makes you feel good. that's the whole point

tl;dr?

get rid of bad social media things, keep the good and important. use your own emotions as a guide as to how you should proceed. be careful and be active. you do not need to quit the music you like. be gentle and honest with yourself. good for manifestation, self-trust, and focus.

[loyaltykask]

Sun Upaya!

This is Upaya, the second born, out of the five Supplement children. I based her off highly on the Havoc in Heaven 1961 Wukong in her design, being very kind to children but also being highly saturated in Peking Opera aesthetic.

Upaya is water-based with her colors being blue and black. I based her crybaby tendencies off Wujing from the 1996 series though physically she looks the most like Princess Iron Fan with dark silky black fur she keeps in a bun on her head for the most part. She is more of a healer than a fighter, taking great pleasure in making songs and music in her free time rather than training for battle. But she does have a great appreciation for the arts and cultivation, having great power just never wishing to abuse it.

As a child, she loved her Uncle Wujing the most and wanted to be as pretty as he is! While she is very shy as a child she does grow into herself to be very confident in her abilities. She is very emotional as she cries a lot out of happiness, fear, confusion, or sadness. Rarely gets angry. Almost never but when she does, you can see more of her father in her.

As an adult, she's a very dramatic girl who loves the limelight and being center stage but while she can come off as vain she's just very confident in herself. She is always cheering people and can still be insecure about their place in her family as she knows she is not the strongest power-wise or the smartest and doesn't feel like she's helping enough. Kinda pushes her to try to make it up for being the kindest.

[plainjaned-blog]

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost  &  tag away  !

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS : 01.  inferiority.  02.  disgust.   03.  embarrassment.     04.  sadness.   05.  loneliness. 06. resignation. 07. ...and stubborn, quiet, resilient hope.

COLORS : 01.  burgundy; close to red but more homely, less vivacious, less brave. 02.  black.   03.  forget-me-not blue.    04.  gray.   05.  a welcoming, warm off-orange.

SCENTS : 01.  perfume -- of surprising quality for the shelf of a teenager, something clearly carefully considered and invested in. clean scents that attract little attention.     02.  middling quality, bought-off-some-other-highschooler pot, layered under ‘rolled the windows down on the drive home in hopes of getting rid of it’ fresh air. can be interchanged with cigarette smoke. 03.  roses, but then, it’s inescapable and involuntary. one wears one’s environment.   04. the slight and difficult to describe artificial / processed scent that accompanies cosmetics.

CLOTHING : 01.  t-shirts with graphics a touch cuter than one might expect of her ( cats, butterflies, etc )   02.  heavy layers, bulky layers, boxy layers, regardless of weather. keep piling it on, eventually it’ll be armor. 03.  single-layer outfits, crop tops, things of the like, though reserved for sole use as pajamas, not to leave a bedroom.

OBJECTS : 01.  gameboy.   02.  cosmetics, jewelry.    03.  televisions, computers.   04.  a number / address book, purchased despite only having three people to put in it.   05.  CDs. 06. hair clips, ties, etc.

VICES / BAD HABITS : 01.  smoker.    02.  general willingness to get sucked into toxic friendships / platonic relationships, knowingly, and not make any moves to distance herself. 03.  prone to bottling up grievances until she hits a boiling point over something that seems insignificant later, despite the build-up potentially taking years. 04.  self pity.   05.  resentment.

BODY LANGUAGE : 01.  actively averted gaze, more often than not.   02.  gestures / moves arms and hands often. covers ears when hearing something unpleasant, gesticulates while she talks, uses cigarettes / joints as a conversational prop of sorts, physically pushes herself away from tables as she gets up, things of this nature. 03.  keeping still and compact for impressive lengths of time, always jerking back into motion when the need arises.  hints at the more lively nature she’s actively trying to bite back. full-bodiedness she’s denying. 04. eye rolling.

AESTHETICS : 01.  realizing, all too young, that you are sad. people always seem disappointed, disinterested, and you are sad. 02.  the occasional, envious glance at a house next door, one where cats gather and one with shade. beautiful, serene, until your mother quite literally uproots it and those pleasant, cat-feeding people are on the way out.    03.  very desperately craving some kind of reassurance. you sure as hell aren’t finding it in yourself, you sure as hell aren’t finding it in your friends, and while you once -- at some younger, more innocent time -- might have tried bringing this up to the people who ought to have cared the most, you were met with preoccupation and disinterest. you know better, these days, and have wisely decided you’ll just stew in it until you can leave, and then... 04.  the loathed ability, picked up through sheer proximity, to grow stunning, perfect roses. with no hands, no eyes, and soil more gravel than earth, they’d manage to crop up and leer. they’ve been in the yard since childhood, in the house since childhood, adorning tattooed arms and home decor and neighboring lawns all through adulthood. they’re a fact of life, but you reserve the right to hate them. ( blue is so underrated. ) 05.  being the sole objector to an EGREGIOUS, SLOW, UNFORGIVABLE violation of decency. wanting to tear your hair out. wanting to scream. wanting to somehow make people make sense again. 06. the surprising ease with which even the least self-advocating person might find themselves in the ring when the time comes to defend another. 07. the almost heavensent shock of finally, finally being understood, being validated, and being cared for. circumstances are imperfect, and that hardly bothers you like it would have before. nothing could. nothing ever will. it’s something that will be staying with you. 08. great violence happening suddenly, in one’s own home. the realization, way too late, that your last exchange was one just shy of hateful. the lifetime of mixed feelings that follows.

SONGS : 01. Free To Go — The Folk Implosion. 02. A Day In The Life  — The Beatles.   03. By Any Other Name — American Beauty Soundtrack. 04. Atomic Soda — Babybird. 05. The Omen — Camp Cope. 06. Gum  — Moose Blood.

TAGGED BY :  @videotcpe, blessed soul

TAGGING : you there, with the blog

[themoonmunchkin]

Don't look!

Pairing : Bakugo katsuki x gn!reader, Midoriya Izuku x gn!reader, Todoroki Shoto x gn!reader.

Genre : fluff

Warnings : insecure reader, cussing, savage deku?, kinda angsty but overall super fluffy ^3^

Synopsis : you're insecure about your side profile but they're having none of it.

Not gonna lie, he probably wouldn't even have known that this was an insecurity that people had.

So when you first start dating he wouldn't think much of it when you cover your nose while laughing or when you contour your jawline extra hard.

Until one day you start letting your thoughts get to you again, you think about how everyone around you have such a beautiful side profile.

You start wondering why Katsuki even bothers to be with someone as "ugly" as yourself, I mean has he seen his face.

But anyways you start distancing yourself from the world again, start hiding your face with your hair, have mental break downs in the night, refuse to take pictures and completely shut him out while thinking you're being subtle.

But no, no, no- my mans noticed...and he's currently having a full blown panic attack on the inside.

He's really worried at this point and starts thinking about what he's done wrong, he tries to talk to you but you're always making excuses and running away from him.

Now, he's had enough and so he quite literally barges into your dorm room and demands an explanation as he keeps shouting at you until....

.....he takes in your tear stained face with fresh tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

You were seated on the floor with a hand mirror clutched to your chest, the same one that you use to point out all your insecurities in, your phone is on the ground next to you with a picture of a model, her perfect side profile on display...the same one that you always compare yourself to.

Cue in a confused, angry and sad boom boom boy 😔.

Who the fuck had the audacity to make his baby cry hmm 🤬.

But then his anger vanishes just as it comes and before you knew it, he's shut the door behind him, quickly walks upto you, swoops you into his arms and cradles you in his lap.

"Ssshhh....its ok baby, I'm right here". Bakugo softly coos in your ear while running his fingers through your hair and letting his other hand rub your back. "Talk to me honey, what's wrong?"

You pull back a little and look up at him into his pain filled eyes that still hold so much love for you and that's when you tell him everything.

You tell him about how you've always hated your nose, how you've always wished you'd had a more chiseled jawline, how you've been bullied about your side profile by your peers and how you've never felt good enough.

He still doesn't get it because you're genuinely the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on, but understands how this is something that seriously bothers you and so he's gonna do everything in his powers to yeet those insecurities out.

Now Bakugo isn't one to lie or sugarcoat something, but he's also not someone who'll let you sit and hurt yourself like that.

He takes a deep breath, cups your cheeks in his hands and looks at you with the most earnest look on his face.

"Listen here baby, you're right maybe you don't have the most chiseled jawline or the sharpest nose out there-"

You winced at that a little but he was quick to speak again.

"I'm not done yet-" he closes his eyes and thinks for a second, words have never been his thing as he's someone who prefers actions instead but right now you needed more than just a kiss or a hug, you needed security and reassurance, so he takes in another deep breath and opens his eyes to look at you again.

"-just because you don't have those doesn't mean you're any less beautiful." He said with a smile as you curiously looked at him. You looked so damn cute to him all he wanted to do was pounce on you right then and there, but he held himself back for your sake and the next things he said made you fall in love with him even more.

"What you have suits your gorgeous fucking face, you don't have to change for any stupid extra and no one's opinion, not even yours is going to make me view you any differently or make me love you any less." He leaned in and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips that pretty much took your breath away and then he pulled back with a cute blush on his face.

"So from now on only listen to me okay and no matter what-" he kisses you again and pulls back a second time "-I will make you look at yourself the way I and so many other people look at you".

Now he's had his fair share of insecurities and he's had a lot of people call him "plain looking" (which I still don't understand how when he's got some of the rarest and most beautiful features) even then those words about his looks have never really got to him.

But when it comes to you, he immediately knows something's up with all those self-deprecating jokes you apparently find to be funny.

Doesn't question you cause he doesn't want to scare you away, also because he trusts you to come to him if something is wrong.

But alas you and your stubborn ass refused to seek help from anyone and instead you chose to cope with yourself by putting yourself down in the form of those awful "jokes".

You've always tried to get yourself to stop this, but it soon became more than a coping mechanism, it was the only way you could hold yourself up without wanting breaking into peices.

That was dangerous.

But it's ok! It's still all fine and dandy until one day everything changes and you realise that all that self-deprecation didn't do shit.

Its Sunday today and you and your boyfriend Izuku have been walking around the shopping plaza for a while now.

The two of you were on a date, but you were also on a hunt for the new all might merch that your boyfriend has been fangirling about since forever. So far there was no luck on your end but y'all weren't about to give up just yet.

"OMG! I think I see it in there!" Izuku squeals cutely while pointing at what looks like a moderately big comic store that had an emo cyber punk looking aesthetic to it.

*Gasp*..."OMG! I think I see it too!! Let's go!!" and with that you grabbed his hand and were dragging your blushy stuttering mess of a boyfriend towards the store. It was adorable how easily he got flustered even after how the two of you were almost half a year into dating.

The two of you finally reached the store and stepped in, there it was the brand new neon tinted holographic Allmight figuring with working layers. Izuku's eyes sparkled as he ran towards it and immediately snatched it off the shelf.

"Yay we finally got it!" You cheered as you walked over to him and gave him a high five. The two of you had bright smiles on your faces as you talked about the figuring and walked towards the counter to pay for it.

You looked towards the counter where a young girl who looked about your age was working as a cashier, she had this bored expression on her face until she saw your boyfriend and it immediately changed into something you could only call as a flirty expression.

"Hey there handsome~ what can I help you with today~" she said in a sultry tone and gave him a wink. You and izuku were both puzzled at the fact that she not only just openly flirted with your boyfriend but also completely ignored your existence.

"U-um....er....we just need this figuring please". Izuku placed the box covered figuring on the counter and was about to pull his hands back when she quickly grabbed them and cupped them with her own hands.

"You sure, how about I give you my number and we ditch this place to go get coffee."

"Um -uh no thank you, I have a s/o!"

"Hmm...I don't see them."

"Well I'm right here and maybe you'd have seen me if you'd stop flirting with your customers and did your job properly." You said and at this point you were seething because even though she knew you were right there, she hadn't spared you a glance and pretend like you were completely invisible.

"Oh, so that's who you are....I was wondering why such an ugly person would be hanging out with someone like him-" she pauses and looks into Izuku's eyes with a bored expression "-you need to raise your standards, I mean have you looked at how hideous their nose is or how ugly their face is."

The two of you froze. Sure You've always made fun of yourself before but this was the exact reason why. You've always told yourself that if you'd make fun of yourself, you'd be desensitized to what others say to you but it's only now you realize that no amount of preparation would ever be enough to handle the real thing.

Shame. Humiliation. Pain. Fear.....This is what you felt at the momen-

"How. Dare. You." You turned towards Izuku and for the first time ever you were met with the most terrifying expression on his face. His eyes were dark and he looked...mad....like really really mad and you froze, the cashier looked like she was about to cry with the look he was giving her.

"I don't know who you think you are but you had no need to say whatever you just said and you are wrong because they have the most gorgeous facial features ever." at this he turned to you and softened his eyes a bit, he reached for your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze.

"I promise you sweetheart, you will always be the most beautiful person in my life and no one can tell you otherwise-" he looked at the slack jawed cashier with disgust and pointed towards her "-not stupid people like her-" he looked back into your eyes like you were the only two people in the store and pointed towards himself "-not me and lastly never will you ever tell yourself those kinds of words again even as a joke, got it."

Always openly staring at you in the most respectful way ✨.

Even before y'all started dating he would always stare at you in secret, but hey! it's not his fault you were so irresistibly attractive all the time.

Uhm...so moving on, he is observant as heck especially when it comes to you but unfortunately he's just as oblivious T_T.

He's always noticed how you'd get shy and walk away whenever he'd stare at you for too long and genuinely thinks it's adorable at how bashful you get.

But truthfully.....you're mortified, paranoid even at how much he stares at you.

I mean yeah it's adorable to see him so whipped for you but you're always wondering if he's secretly bashing your side profile in his head and the thought makes you wince ever single time.

But you always tell yourself to not let your insecurities define Shoto or effect your relationship and besides Shoto isn't a cruel person, he'd never think of you that way.....right...?

Oh God, he's doing it again, he's staring at you and this time it truly is terrible because he is seated right beside you. The two of you are seated wooden chairs, side by side in the U.A. library.

Your textbooks and notebooks are spread out on the table in front of you. You're in a more secluded part of the library opting to study in a more private area and boy oh boy did Shoto take advantage of that.

"Shoto, could you please stop staring at me like that". You held your textbook upto your face and looked the other way.

"But I want to look at you". Shoto pouted slightly and furrowed his brows at your actions, he reached for your wrists and tried to pull them down and to much to your inconvenience, he succeeded.

You see, while you still had a bunch of work left to do, Shoto had finished about 15 minutes ago. You told him to go back to the dorms but instead of listening to you, he denied your offer and has been staring at you with the most unreadable expression on his face.

"Why can't I admire the one that I love the most". He slightly tilted his head towards the side and flashed you the most genuine smile. Damn him for being so adorable but that's not enough for your insecurities to go away.

"Because I'm ugly". You finally said softly with your head hung low and tears threatening to fall. You wanted to shrivel up in a corner and fade away for sounding so vulnerable but at the same time it felt so good to let your thoughts out.

"You're....what..." His eyes were wide and his jaw was set a slack. Now this took him by surprise, he had expected a lot of things but never once had he expected....that. He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your face to meet his. "Love, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, why would you ever say that."

"Because I'm not beautiful, everyone has such a gorgeous face especially from their side. I don't and you don't have to lie to me to make feel better about myself. I know I'm ugly and I'll always be that....just let me accept that and be Shoto." You said with your voice slightly raised and shaky from the lump in your throat.

Shoto's eyes darkened a little and his grip on you tightened a little but not enough to hurt you. To even think that someone as precious as yourself could ever have such awful thoughts about yourself- how long have you been silently suffering like this all by yourself.

He cupped your cheeks with his hands and met your eyes with the most determined look on his face. "Darling, I don't know who said that to you or even if that's an inside voice but, I will absolutely never let you accept yourself this way."

"Everything about you is perfect, from those gorgeous eyes that i always get lost in," he kisses your eyes.

"-to that perfect nose that helps you breath so you could live by my side another," he kisses your nose.

"-to those delicate beckoning lips that I wish to kiss forever." he finally captures your lips in a breath taking kiss just to slowly release them and look at you.

"And besides, you know better than to call me a liar baby, you know that I would never lie when it comes to you so let's pack up for today and let me show you how much I love you and how utterly enticing you are."

[dekusbrokenarms]

Hey! I saw you shinkami post about how people just make Shinsou into a genderbent Jirou... do you think you could elaborate on that? I love Shinkami and make art for them, and it would actually be really beneficial to know if I'm mischaracterizing any of the characters! What character tropes should I be avoiding with Shinsou that makes him too much like another character he's not?

Thank you for asking! 

So, quick disclaimer, I don’t think we actually see Shinsou in enough scenes to have a fully formed idea of who he is as a person in all situations and he is so fun because he’s so open to interpretation. If you interpret his character differently than I do, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Anyway, here we go:

If you look at his profile page, his casual outfit is low-key bisexual hipster vibes. He wears jean jackets, stripes, cuffed jeans, converse. A lot of people like to give him a punk or edgy aesthetic but as far as I recall, we don’t have any reason to think he’s into alt fashion at all.

I see a lot of people (mostly on TikTok) make Shinsou really into music, but again we have no reason to think that.  He might be, but this is another trait that I feel is just borrowed from Jirou because we know Denki thinks being a musician is cool.

He does like cats! That is canon

He also likes bicycling which is something that never seems to come up in fics? I can think of one that used this knowledge. So we can extrapolate he probably enjoys being outdoors.

Shinsou is a fairly stoic person. This is probably because he is guarded emotionally. I know it’s tempting to make the stoic character get flustered when writing or drawing ship content but that’s not really who Shinsou is in my opinion.  

Shinsou is very good at knowing how to elicit the reactions he wants out of people. I think it’s more in-character that Shinsou would be the one making Kaminari flustered.

People like to make Shinsou insecure about his appearance. Being insecure is something Jirou and Shinsou have in common, but Jirou is the one insecure about her appearance. Shinsou is insecure about his relationships with his peers and that insecurity causes a lot of anxiety.

Another Jirou trait given to Shinsou is her sensitivity. Don’t get me wrong: Shinsou knows how everyone is feeling, but he doesn’t go out of his way to make people feel better. Arguably, he uses this keen skill to be adversarial and keep people at a distance. Despite this, he also feels very guilty for doing it. 

He is very straight-forward and to the point, whereas Jirou tends to consider how other people feel before she speaks and gets extremely protective of her friends. 

Shinsou is kind of bitter. Like, a lot of people don’t seem to want to touch it, but he is shown to be a little bitter he has to work so much harder because of his quirk.

We see in the light novels, Shinsou is very in his head. He’s depressed and anxious. He feels guilty for things no one is angry with him for and spends a lot of time in those feelings.

Given how anxious we know Shinsou is, I imagine that if Kaminari managed to get through all his bitchy defense mechanisms, Shinsou would not be the sort to see teasing as flirting. I think that would cause him too much stress where we know Jirou likes teasing her friends. 

Shinsou is a fucking nerd. He just studies all weekend apparently?

Seeing his peers being friendly with each other genuinely confuses him. Like the idea is super bizarre in his mind.

Now that’s not to say Jirou and Shinsou don’t have things in common! They do. Because people just are like each other sometimes. They’re both on the quieter side, they’re both very clever and strategic, and they’re both pretty snarky. Oh and they’re both purple.

I don’t think people should avoid giving him any traits that might be like Jirou’s, but I do find it funny people have borrowed parts of Jirou’s personality to fill in the gaps we have in Shinsou’s.

I don’t think there’s any hard rules on things to avoid, but rather it’s helpful to ask ourselves “did we extrapolate this from his behavior or is this trait just something we want to be true?” Then we can decide how important the trait is for our characterization versus how in-line it is with his canon characterization.

Again, if you disagree, you can continue to characterize him any way you like. Because at the end of the day, we all have our reasons for how we view characters and they’re all valid.

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒛𝒉𝒂𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 781 — the poetic reaper◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “am i upset? no dear, i am admiring your voice, your eyes, the way your lips move as you speak — no, no i am not upset with you, never. i fall quiet, for you pull me into a trance”꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ 781

. ˚◞ ꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ grim reaper, aetheer ( snake )

. ˚◞ ꒰ ethnicity꒱ chinese

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 26

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱male

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱ isfj

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ viper ( hero alias ), pequeño segador ( by neva ramona ), night orchid ( family alias ), dark vapor ( by enemies ), javier’s errand boy ( mockingly, by aetheers around the order ), termite infested snake piss ( by the artisan )

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. deep maroon eyes with slitted pupils. has two beauty spots beneath his left eye. often uses eyeliner

𖹭. long black hair that reaches to the small of his back, cut in a jellyfish hairstyle. often wear hairpins

𖹭. tanned skin, androgynous and elegant features

𖹭. 6’8” ( 203 cm ) in height, a toned figure comprised of lean muscle but doesn’t look as such with his fashion style

𖹭. long nails that can develop into talons, often painted deep purple

𖹭. elongated forked tongue ( which he can mask as a normal one ) with a midline tongue piercing

𖹭. rows of sharp teeth with an extra pair of upper snake fangs

𖹭. wears lots of silver rings

𖹭. lots of silver jewellery and necklaces

𖹭. two standard lobe piercings along with an upper lobe, helix, forward helix and orbital piercings on both ears — while his right ear holds a standard conch and tragus piercing, with an industrial piercing on his left

𖹭. often has a dark academia aesthetic in terms of his fashion. from turtlenecks and coats which can turn into vintage or traditional chinese fashion

𖹭. unhinging jaw which he can conceal with magic

𖹭. nipple piercings and navel piercings

𖹭. frenum piercing

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. quiet and calm, appears as the epitome of serenity and elegance. a particularly gentle person on the outside

𖹭. very poetic in the way that he speaks, ties in nicely with his elegance. has a passion for theatre and literature and expresses this in his day-to-day life

𖹭. studious, mature and observant. prefers peace over conflict

𖹭. beyond kind-hearted. he is hyper-empathetic and sympathetic in many ways, often having quite the soft soul. often takes on the roll of protector

𖹭. dutiful and enjoys taking care of those around him

𖹭. however, he can be moody at times due to repressed feelings. as he always feels as though he should bottle up negative emotions and not allow himself to show them

𖹭. has a lot of resentment towards his past and is dealing with a lot of his own insecurities

𖹭. he can be very blunt and might not always realise that his wording could set off whoever he is talking to. especially because he is brutally honest

𖹭. can be quite stubborn

𖹭. it is a very difficult feat to get on his nerves as he is a very patient person. however, should one actually find a way to annoy him purposefully, he can be quite mean

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. shows his more talkative and chaotic side with you

𖹭. he can be very gentle, passionate and peaceful. he loves being able to take care of you and ensure your wellbeing

𖹭. sometimes loves throwing you into confusing conversations and teasing you until you’re flustered. loves seeing your angry little pouts

𖹭. adores every inch of you and is very vocal about that

𖹭. composes poetry and songs for you that he is unafraid to read or sing to you in an effort to show his love

𖹭. boundaries are very important to him and he makes sure to never cross yours

𖹭. very physically affectionate too, as he is touch-starved, so he often has his hand in yours, his hand on your waist or on the small of your back, at times may also just press your side into his and walk with you, arm slung over your shoulders

𖹭. be prepared for many late night walks and late night drives

𖹭. sometimes pulls you out of bed and dances you around the room

𖹭. loves baking with you and cooking for you especially

𖹭. can be quite cuddly, so be prepared to get snatched randomly throughout the day and get teleported somewhere secluded where the two of you can sit and snuggle up

𖹭. loves littering kisses all over your face an whispering out his deep love for you

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. soul-reaping: talisen has the ability to reap more than 500 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife.

𖹭. vapour teleportation: can shift his physical form into a dark vapour and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

𖹭. dark vapor production: produces a dark vapour from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

𖹭. hallucinative vapor production: similar to his dark vapour, however causes those that breathe it in to hallucinate; often multiple versions of him.

𖹭. acrobatic fighting: very flexible and graceful in general, he is able to move his body in a fluid motions and exert his physical form a bit more than others.

𖹭. illusionary trickery: spells that he has taught himself, the ability to cast certain illusions.

𖹭. skilled martial artist: trained from a young age in various martial arts and uses a combination of these in combat.

𖹭. can see souls/ghosts: as a reaper talisen has the ability to see ghosts, spirits, wraiths, etc. along with the souls of both living and dead.

𖹭. increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, agility and durability.

𖹭. heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

𖹭. healing factor: a dull healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than an average human

𖹭. elastic jaw: the ability to unhinge his jaw to drastic measures

𖹭. flexibility: flexible organs and skeleton giving him the movement of a snake

𖹭. hyper climbing and clawing: able to slither up surfaces

𖹭. seismic sense: able to feel vibrations in a seismic way whenever his limbs touch surfaces. he can feel these from quite awhile ago

𖹭. fangs and bite: has retractable fangs that secret certain venoms and a very powerful bite

𖹭. enhanced lung capacity: able to hold his breath for longer

𖹭. stealth: can move around swiftly and quietly

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. oranges: he has a bad allergic reactions to oranges and thus cannot ingest them. he takes medication for this upon contact

𖹭. lizards: he has a phobia of lizards and cannot look at them. this can result in him fainting in some instances

𖹭. claustrophobia: fear of small or confined spaces

𖹭. apples: he has a mild apple allergy

𖹭. horses: a very bad allergy to horses, he could get hospitalised if he does not take his medication.

𖹭. fainting: should he grow overwhelmed, he is prone to fainting

𖹭. loud noises: he cannot handle very loud noises at time, specifically people screaming. this can either send him into states of shock or worse — can cause him to go into states of deafness.

𖹭. daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

𖹭. d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it.

𖹭. extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

𖹭. fading: occurs when a reaper goes through immense hurt and pain. their physical form quite literally begins to disappear, making them appear transparent. it can be a very painful process, both emotionally and physically. until their physical form eventually fades away and their soul moves on to the afterlife

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. rishen herrera: best friend, boyfriend.

𖹭. alessio arias: frenemy

𖹭. javier herrera: mentor, boss.

𖹭. rishima singhania ( herrera ): mentor, boss.

𖹭. lucía herrera: close friend, ( “older-brother” friendship )

𖹭. shimada takara: close friend.

𖹭. takashima takeya: close friend

𖹭. yuè mèng yáo: mother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào mùchén: father, enemy, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào hàoyú: younger brother, irish twin, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào haitāo: younger brother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào xīyáng: younger brother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào yizé: younger brother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào yŭ xī: younger brother/sister/sibling, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. neva ramona: “tìa neva”, caretaker, different universe ( verse 9785n )

𖹭. gael herrera: “tío gael”, caretaker, different universe ( verse 9948e )

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

the viper, a highly skilled and well-known member of the order of aetheers and hero of the city of elritea, though behind the mask he is zhao talisen, a reaper uni student wandering a path that feels like it has been walked before — haunted and oddly enough, so incredibly familiar. faces he has never known are ones that he always have. words he has spoken feel like ones that have been before.

what does it mean? he decides to not think too much of it and moves along with the heartbeat of the world, listening intently to the thrum, the breath of the earth and its beauty. inside of him there is an undying chaos, forced to be repressed out of fear of what it may erupt into if he ever allows it to let loose.

can he let himself loose? can he really allow himself to crumble into the chaos and let it overtake his senses — what would the cost of that be? he would rather not know.

so he keeps moving, denying himself breaks, denying himself the chance to take a moment to breathe, a constant itch inside of him growing worse as time passes — as if it is a warning, trying to prevent him from going down paths of the fallen.

at the eye of the storm that rages within, an undying urge to protect dwells.

but what is it he wants to protect exactly?

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. he is a university student majoring in literature who also takes theatre, astrophysics and biochemistry.

𖹭. he plays the harp.

𖹭. has a watch that can transport him across dimensions.

𖹭. has a cat named beauregard oliver the 7th arch king of death.

𖹭. he is fluent in csl & asl.

𖹭. he can speak chinese ( mandarin ), spanish ( latin american ) and is learning hindi.

𖹭. talisen, despite being very academically smart, is as a matter of fact a goldfish when he isn’t in class.

𖹭. talisen used to be almost deaf in both ears before he got his snake powers, which is why he often feels overwhelmed by his new ability to hear. for this, he was given hearing aids that adjust the amount of sound he can hear, to help him feel comfortable in loud environments. his ears are very sensitive without his hearings aids and may make him prone to anxiety attacks.

𖹭. he has a scythe, rish, which has the ability to paralyze on strike.

[barnesbabee]

Possessive || P.S

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous feeling when it controls over people, but if it’s mixed with lust, it might be just what you need.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader 

Words: some of them

Genre: Smut

⚠ public sex ⚠

A/N: I like writing for Seonghwa, even though he isn’t my bias I feel like he’s the one that holds the vibes/looks/personality for the aesthetic I usually aim to. Enjoy xx💖

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 Seonghwa was a jealous man. He got very self-conscious when another guy or a girl started talking to you often, afraid he'd be replaced

 "Hwa, baby, you've been my best friend for five years, if I wanted to replace you I would have. The main spot is yours, okay?"

 It didn't matter how many times you'd told him the same sentence, it didn't matter how much you assured him he was the most important friend you'd ever had, he would still be very warry around other people that wanted to get closer to you, afraid you'd take more of a liking to them.

 One day you were strolling through the park after the two of you had seen the movie, giggling at each other's silly jokes. Seonghwa left you sitting in one of the benches, under the familiar apple tree you'd often meet up at, so he could go grab ice creams for the two of you.

 You were waiting for him, scrolling through your phone when someone called for you.

 "Y/N?" A familiar voice asked.

  You looked up to find an old friend of yours. He had grown up substancially since you’d last seen him and he was now a handsome, well-built man.

 "Wooyoung!"

 You stood up and hugged him, receiving an equally tight hug from the boy.

 He had been on your class throughout elementary school and for a good part of high school until he moved schools since he'd gotten a contract with a basketball team from another school.

 "How have you been? I haven't seen you in forever!" He asked you, wearing a bright smile as he stared at you.

 "I'm great! I'm really good, but I've missed you!"

 You punched his arm playfully, pretending to be mad he left you, and you both giggled.

 "Well Y/N, you look good..." He paused and inspected your body from head to toe, his eyes lingering on your exposed thighs for a little longer "Fuck, you look really good."

 You blushed a little at his comment and at the way his fingers twirled with the hem of your skirt.

 Wooyoung had become a really attractive man ever since you'd last seen him, and you were a little flustered about the dirty attention he gave you, yet you felt proud of it.

"You don't look so bad yourself." You told him with a playful smile playing on your lips.

 He chuckled at your little remark and pulled his hand away from you, shoving it in his pocket instead.

 "Think so?"

 You nodded and bit your lower lip slightly.

 "Well, what do you think about going out some time? We could grab some dinner and hang out back at my place?"

 The flirty look plastered on his face was making you feel something in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t get a chance to reply, however. Someone snatched you away from Wooyoung, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with them.

  You could recognize that black hair anywhere, and you sighed at the jealousy-fueled actions of your best-friend.

   “Seonghwa, come on! I was chatting to an old friend...” You told him, whining at his behavior. 

   Seonghwa pinned you against the wall of the back of the public bathrooms, which you were just passing by.

   “Chatting!? He was practically eye-fucking you.”

  You were taken aback by his tone. It was angry, aggressive, deep... His dark eyebrows had a frown and his eyes looked into you as if you had betrayed him.

  “Seonghwa you need to calm the fuck down. I told you that you are my best friend, I don’t know why you’re so fucking insecure!”

   You were angry, and your eyes stared right back at his.

   “What!?” He yelled, incredulous at your accusation of him being insecure.

   “You heard me! I’ve told you countless times what you mean to me! Yet you’re still jealous of everyone that gets near me and you act super possessive, it’s suffocating! Why do you do it, Seonghwa!?”

  His eyes scanned your features, his jaw was clenched and his breathing was uneven. It seemed as if he had a decision to take, yet he was uncertain. Ultimately, his hands grabbed your hips and pushed you harsher against the wall.

   “You want to know why? This is why.”

  His lips smashed against yours and started moving roughly. His tongue grazed along your bottom lip.

  You were confused and torn between two mindsets. It was wrong. But why was it wrong? Why did this have to be wrong when it felt so right? Seonghwa’s hand gripping your thigh, his lips on yours, the neediness he was emitting... You were enjoying every bit of it and suddenly all of his jealousy and possessiveness made sense. He wanted to have you. And in your mind, you saw no wrong. He was your best friend, yes, but above that, he was also a beautiful man whom you trusted your life with. You tried to find a reason for it to be wrong, but couldn’t. 

  Your lips parted, giving Seonghwa the access he yearned for so much. Both of his hands were now on your thighs, and they moved upwards so his thumbs would brush over the hem of your panties.

  His soft lips kissed the spot below your ear and they trailed down your neck, leaving small kisses and bites. His fingers sneakily hooked around your underwear and tugged it down. Your hands immediately pressed against his chest and pushed him back slightly and softly. He looked into your eyes, lust dripping from every trace in his face.

  “Seonghwa... We shouldn’t do this... not here.” You whispered.

  Seonghwa smirked and pressed a kiss against your neck.

  “I’ll stop when you tell me to stop.” He whispered with a groggy voice and kept messing with your head.

  You loved the way he was touching you and you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him or say anything, so you just moaned quietly and let yourself melt into his touch. Seonghwa chuckled against your skin.

   “Didn’t think so either.”

  God, he was such a fucking brat...

  His hands pulled down your panties mid-thigh and his long fingers slid between your folds.

   “Fuck...” You let our a breathy moan.

  Seonghwa’s lips met yours once more in a needy kiss, an attempt to silence your future moans as two of his fingers slipped into you.

  Your fingers gripped his hair, pulling him even closer to you as you whimpered into the kiss. 

  Seonghwa’s digits pumped in and out of you faster, and your legs trembled. When he could feel you were close, Seonghwa pulled them out and licked them clean, always maintaining eye contact with you. 

  Suddenly you heard footsteps, and a couple of hikers passed by you. The man and the woman eyed you weirdly, because of the suggestive position the two of you were in, but shrugged it off and walked away quickly. 

  The thought of being caught caused Seonghwa’s erection to grow, and your wetness to spread. He quickly turned you around and pressed his boner against your ass. Seonghwa placed a couple of kisses on your neck.

   “Do you want this?” He asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t forcing anything onto you.

  “Yes...” You moaned.

  Seonghwa fondled with his belt for a second before being able to unbuckle it. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down slightly along with his boxers, just enough for him to be able to pull out his cock.

  Seonghwa parted your legs and pulled up your skirt. He found your entrance and pushed inside you. You bit your lower lip and shut your eyes tightly, painfully containing your moans.

  Your best-friend waited for a second. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

  “M-move.”

  Seonghwa complied and gripped your hips. He started thrusting slowly in and out of you and soon the pace picked up. The man buried his head in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his moans as well.

   “S-shit, you feel so good...” He whispered against your skin.

  You allowed a moan to escape your lips, as an incentive, and his thrusts became more violent. 

  His cock hit a sensitive spot inside you and you felt your body go weak for a second. 

  “Seonghwa I’m going to cum...” You whispered.

  The man kissed your nape and kept his pace steady.

  “Cum for me, beautiful...”

  This dominant yet caring side of Seonghwa turned you on beyond anything, and it didn’t take long for you to climax with a moan that should have been quieter. 

  Pleasantly taken by surprise by the loud noise and the thought of someone hearing you, Seonghwa came. His warm spurt hit your walls and filled you up. As he pulled out, you both tried to catch your breaths.

  You could feel his cum dripping down your thigh and so you slapped his chest.

  “Seonghwa, ew.” 

  He blushed with a little proud smile and pulled a tissue out of the pack he had in his pocket. Seonghwa cleaned you up and pulled your panties back up. He kissed your temple and you started walking back to his flat.

  “Seonghwa has a crush on me.” You sang and poked his side jokingly.

  He glared at you lovingly, pretending to be mad at your mockery, and grabbed a hold of your hand.

  “Shut up! Or you’ll get it harder.”

[donteattheappleshook]

She Came From the Water Chapter 6/?

Summary

Between his dissatisfying job, a constant battle to keep seeing his daughter, and a history of mistakes, losses, and broken dreams, Killian Jones has no place for magic in his life. But when he pulls in his fishing nets one evening only to find a woman caught in them, his life becomes infinitely more complicated. Is she a siren, a selkie, like his daughter believes, or just another lost soul like himself? Suddenly, his life is a thing of fairytales; beautiful women hidden away in cottages, selkie husbands coming back to claim them, and, just maybe, a chance at happily ever after.

A Captain Swan AU based on the film Ondine (2009) for the @captainswanmoviemarathon

Rated M for eventual smut.

I’m going to stop guessing at how long this fic is going to be.

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Thank you so much @ultraluckycatnd​ for helping me through all my insecurities about this fic <3 you’re such a lovely beta and person <3

Big thank you as well to @elizabeethan​ @the-darkdragonfly​ and @xhookswenchx​ for letting me brainstorm out loud to you!

Finally thank you to @itsfabianadocarmo​ for this lovely aesthetic that made me start writing this fic again. 

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Part 6

"Someone’s here." 

She looks outside again and Killian tenses. Nobody ever comes out here. Not unannounced. “Go into the bedroom," he tells her, absentmindedly stroking her arm. "I’ll see who it is.” 

He does his best to stay calm. Surely it’s David or Mary Margaret come to say hello. They just forgot to call. But he can’t shake the feeling that her past has finally shown up, that someone has come to break apart this little world they’ve created for themselves over the last three days and he grieves it already. 

Once she’s shut the door to the bedroom, Killian heads across the kitchen. He can hear it now, someone coming up the drive, steps light and quick like someone sneaking up, trying to avoid being seen. He opens the door, stepping outside in an attempt to keep whoever it is from coming in when suddenly the mystery visitor ducks out from the treeline. He lets out a sigh of relief. 

“Alice,” he calls and her head snaps up. “What are you doing here? You know you’re not allowed to come without your mum’s permission.” The words burn in his throat as they do every time he has to say them, every time Alice disregards the custody rules set in place. 

“Mum’s not home,” she shrugs. “Besides, I wanted to hear the rest of the story. Did she get her memories back?” Alice continues, ducking right under his arm and into the house behind him. He whirls around. His daughter might not be a threat or someone from Swan’s past coming to take her away, but she doesn’t want to be seen. 

“Alice, wait,” he starts but she’s already headed into the kitchen and dragged a chair to the counter so she can boost herself up and reach the cabinet. She beams when she finds the Poptarts. She’s climbing down and ripping into the bag before he’s even reached her so he can make sure she doesn’t break her neck on the way. “Careful,” he warns but is, of course, ignored. She’s utterly unphased as he scoops her up under her arms to set her safely on the ground. 

“So did she?” she asks again.

“Did she what? Who?” Killian’s head is spinning. 

“The girl in the net,” Alice clarifies, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “Really Dad, isn’t this supposed to be your story.”

“Sweetheart, now isn’t a good time.”

“Why not?” she asks and just then the kettle goes off. Alice looks at it and then at the two mugs next to the stove. Killian casts a slightly frantic glance at his bedroom door and her gaze follows him. “Do you have a friend over?” she cocks her head. “Is Ruby visiting? Why is she hiding? Are you doing grown up things again?” 

Killian is going to have a heart attack. “No,” he answers, hoping that Swan didn’t hear anything. “What are grown up things?” 

“I don’t know. You said you’d only tell me when I was older.” 

“Alice I-” The door creaks open and Swan pokes her head out. Killian whirls around, shocked, and wondering how much of the conversation she overheard. She smiles shyly and Killian looks between her and Alice, who beams. How is he going to explain-

“Hello,” his daughter says, setting down her snack and heading over to greet the woman now stepping out of his room. 

“Hello,” Swan answers. Killian stares at them both, unsure what to do or say, worried that this will make the woman staying with him feel betrayed, that it will traumatize his child in some way. But neither of them seem particularly angry or prone to holding this over his head in therapy, so he hesitates. 

“Um, Alice, this is Swan. She’s staying with me for a bit.”

“Oh, we’ve met,” Alice says. Killian’s eyes snap to Swan who nods, looking guilty. When had they met? Why had neither told him? Selkies. Suddenly it makes sense. “Oh, don’t be upset,” his daughter continues dismissively. “I asked her to keep it a secret.”

“Do you think you could keep me a secret?” Swan asks then, casting a glance at him, as though asking for permission. He nods. “I don’t want anyone to know I’m here.” 

“Why not?” Alice asks, frowning. And then her eyes widen in understanding. “Of course! Because of your seal coat!” Both the adults look at her in confusion. “You wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re here if you can’t remember where you left your seal coat. They could trap you.” 

She casts an uncertain glance at Killian. He doesn’t want to lie to Alice, but he also doesn’t believe that he’d be able to talk her out of her certainty about Swan being a selkie if he tried. He clears his throat, absentmindedly stroking the back of his daughter’s hair. “Right. So let’s not tell anyone just yet, okay, love?”

Alice nods. “I did some research you know,” she starts. “Selkies aren’t dangerous. They’re not like mermaids. They save sailors from drowning rather than pulling them under. Which is strange since in this case it’s you who was saved from drowning. Although, I don’t know if you can actually drown if you’re a seal-woman…” 

She continues on, rattling off facts and theories and rambling and Killian casts a hopeless, affectionate glance at Swan who is watching his daughter with patient interest. Alice has it backwards; he might have been the one who pulled her from the water, but it was he who’d been drowning. She’s reached through all the misery and the darkness he’d let himself surrender to and pulled him back to the surface, breathed air and life back into his lungs.

“And of course you can swim very fast and very long since you can breathe underwater,” Alice continues. “I wonder if you swim as fast as a seal? Although you were swimming without your seal coat. I don’t know what the rules are for a selkie in human form.” She frowns at Swan then. “Is it much much different? Swimming with human legs? It must be more difficult -”

“Do you swim, Alice?” she asks then and Alice shakes her head. 

“No. I’ve never had lessons. And Dad can’t teach me.” Killian glances awkwardly at his feet and shrugs when Swan looks at him in surprise. But she doesn’t pry. Instead, she turns back to his daughter. 

“Would you like to learn?” she asks. “... Unless you’re afraid of the water,” she suggests when Alice hesitates and there’s no challenge in her voice, no taunt, just understanding, like maybe she understands that fear. 

“I wouldn’t be afraid of the water if I had a sea creature with me,” the girl beams and Swan returns it. 

“I can teach you. If it’s okay with your dad.” 

Killian had been watching the interaction between the two in stunned disbelief. The way she’s watching Swan, with awe and admiration and enchantment, he’s never seen Alice so taken with anyone in his life. He wonders if everyone who meets her instantly falls in love with her or if it’s just Joneses. 

“Aye. It’s alright with me. But won’t you be cold?”

“It’s not that cold!” Alice insists and he can already see that there’s a tantrum brewing under the surface if he dares to deny her the chance to swim with a sea creature. 

He tries to hide his smirk. “Alright, but the second your lips turn blue we’re coming in.” 

He doesn’t think she’ll last very long. While the wind is mild today the water was still cold against his skin. No harm in a few minutes in the sea, he reasons, children here grow up with the cold in their blood and the water in their veins. He likes the idea of Alice learning to swim; he thinks he’ll sleep better knowing he doesn’t have to worry about her every time she wades out too far or is on the boat with him. 

Swan reaches out and Alice takes her hand and the two head off out the door towards the shore. They’re still on the steps when Swan turns back to him. “Aren’t you coming?” she asks, as though it should have been obvious that he was invited. He’d assumed this was girl-bonding. He smiles, happy to be included. 

It’s not until they reach the water and Alice kicks off her shoes and socks, dipping her toes in the chilly water that she turns to them both in panic. “I don’t have a swimsuit!” she realises. 

“That’s alright. Neither do I,” Swan consoles her. 

“What will we wear then?” 

Swan considers this for a moment and then shrugs. “Underwear,” she tells her and then pulls her dress off over her head. 

Killian’s mind suddenly goes blank, every thought and sound drowned out by the racing of his heart as his eyes cast over the long lines of her legs. His jaw drops, in shock, in awe, in disbelief. He watches the way her hair falls softly over the curve of her back, every smooth, pale inch of her on display and beautiful under his gaze, smile bright and shining as she laughs. She can’t be real. 

It’s only when she turns to look at him, and her smile falters a little with curiosity, lip catching between her teeth, that he realises he’s staring. He’s suddenly far too aware of his limbs, feeling awkward and clumsy and like he’s taking up far too much space. 

He darts his eyes away, staring fixedly out at the horizon as he tries to calm his racing heart. He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as discreetly as he can to try to clear it. But he can’t get the image of her out of his mind. 

He tries to focus on Alice as the two of them wade out into the water, his daughter letting out a shrieking giggle when the cold reaches her knees, her fingers white knuckled against the woman’s. Killian’s certain that if he just stays right here and doesn’t move, doesn’t let his gaze stray from the spot right in front of his feet, that he can get through this without making a fool of himself. 

“Aren’t you coming in, Dad?” Alice calls and the blood drains from his face. 

“It wouldn’t hurt you to learn too!” He glances over at them and Swan throws a look at him, the challenge in it raised with her brow. 

He’d really, really rather not. He can barely handle the effect this woman has on him with all her clothes on. But he notices again the way Alice is clutching her hand, the slight nervousness to her posture despite her incessant bravery and he knows he has to. He kicks off his boots and his socks and leaves them on the shore before wading out after them. As soon as he reaches Alice, she clings tightly to his hand. 

“You swim with all your clothes on?” Swan teases and he smirks.

“I don’t swim.” She rolls her eyes, clearly not letting him off so easily. “Little girls and selkies might not get cold, but fishermen do.” She laughs and, as the water reaches his hips and shoots ice up his spine, he’s glad he’ll have at least one less thing to worry about. 

“Too bad.” She says it so softly he almost doesn’t hear it but his gaze snaps to hers, eyes wide. She’s focused on Alice now, asking if she’s feeling scared, and he wonders if he imagined it. 

“Okay, lie back,” she instructs and lets go of the little girl’s hand so that she can brace one arm under her shoulders and one under her legs, Alice squishing his fingers between both of her hands. “You’re doing great,” Swan encourages even as his daughter flounders a little nervously, letting herself be held up. After a long moment, she finally lets go of his hand and tentatively trails her arms through the water, toes kicking gently and untested. 

“I’m swimming!” she exclaims, nervous laughter bubbling out of her and Killian grins at her proudly. 

“You are!” Swan agrees proudly. “Look at you go, you’re a sea creature!” 

“You’re a natural, love,” he smiles at her. The two of them wade out a little further, Swan guiding the girl in circles, always holding her steady as she gets the hang of floating and he watches, amazed by how taken Alice is and how taken Swan seems to be as well. He’s never even dreamed of letting a woman into his life, not when that life includes Alice and he doesn’t even know if there’s room for someone else in his heart. But seeing them together, he can’t get over how perfectly she fits, or how much he likes it. 

Suddenly, Swan stops, gaze darting down to her foot beneath the waves and he worries she’s maybe cut herself on a rock. She continues to stare, brow furrowing further as she shifts her feet under her. He can see the anxiety building in her and he comes towards them, calling her name softly in question.

“Go to your dad for a second,” she says quickly and Alice must sense her change in mood because she practically leaps across the small space into his arms. He hoists her out of the water and onto his hip just as Swan takes a deep, gasping breath and dives down beneath it. She’s under for a long moment, just long enough that Killian fears he may have to go after her, but panics knowing he can’t do so with Alice out this deep. 

Finally, she breaks the surface, swallowing air in heavy swallows and the relief washes over him so forcefully that he’s made dizzy for a moment. She’s clutching something. It’s dark and leathery and covered in moss and seaweed. 

“What’s that?” Alice asks and Swan stares hard at it. 

“I don’t know. Just… something I found.”

Her eyes go wide suddenly. “Is it your seal-coat?” she asks excitedly.

“Maybe.” Her voice sounds far away.

“Are you going to bury it?”

Swan looks at them then for the first time since before she dove under the water, uncertain. But as her gaze turns to Alice, her expression softens, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Should I?”

“Yes. Then you could stay for seven years.” 

Her smile softens even more. “Would you like that?” Killian can’t help the way his breath catches when her eyes flit to his beneath her lashes. 

“Very much.” He hopes she knows, even if he can’t say it, how much he’d like it too. 

She clutches the leather and weeds to her chest. “Well then, I guess we better bury it.” 

Killian carries his daughter back to shore, Swan following closely behind them. Alice goes on at length without need for an audience about how and where they should hide the ‘seal coat’. Every time he glances back at the woman trailing in their wake, she’s fixated on the item in her hands, her expression unreadable. 

It can’t be her seal coat. That would be impossible, ludicrous, the stuff of fairytales. He appreciates that she’s doing this for Alice, letting her play make believe, indulging her games and fantasies. But the way she’s staring at the waterlogged bundle, like it’s something overwhelming and terrifying and familiar... it makes him doubt everything he believes. 

Maybe she is a selkie. Maybe she did swim here to escape a selkie husband and wind up in his net and in his life. All he knows is fairytale or not, figurative or not, her burying it means something. ‘Would you like that?’ she’d asked. She didn’t have to ask. If she wants to stay, seven years or a hundred, he won’t send her away. 

When they reach shore, Alice wiggles her way out of his arms and, after a small battle over the fact that she had to put her jeans and sweater back on (which she only agreed to when she saw that Swan was dressing as well), she begins leading them off back towards the house. 

“Where are we burying it?” Swan asks, still clutching it carefully. 

“I know the perfect place!” Alice insists.

Killian watches the woman carefully. Every now and then her eyes dart out around her, like she’s expecting someone or something, like she’s being watched. He tries to settle the chill in his bones, the worry that something is coming, that it’s on it’s way now to take her away and ruin this. He fears it; he can’t lose her, not yet. He hasn’t had enough time. He’ll never have enough time. 

Alice runs off ahead of them, disappearing around the back of the cottage. He doesn’t worry. She’s spent years getting lost and found on the grounds and the cliffs and the woods around his home. She knows every inch. When he looks to Swan again she’s frowning, gnawing at her lip as her fingers scratch at the moss and the mud that cover her package. 

He reaches out, fingers brushing gently along her spine, hesitant in his desire to comfort her. She glances up at him, snapped out of whatever train of thought she’d gotten lost in for a little while. He knows the feeling well. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, fingertips still barely touching the dampness of her dress, droplets falling from her hair and onto his knuckles. She watches him for a moment. They’ve stopped walking. He can’t make out her expression. She looks torn, pained and confused and so lost and he wants to help, but he doesn’t know how. 

Her eyes are uncertain as she looks down at the would-be seal coat and then back at him. “I -”

“Come on!” Alice shouts and her mouth snaps shut. Killian turns to wave at his daughter who rolls her eyes in exasperation, waiting with arms crossed. When he looks back at the woman beside him the helpless expression is gone, hidden behind some wall he doesn’t know if he can climb. 

“Swan?” 

She smiles, bright and shining and a lie. “I’m fine. Let’s go,” she insists, heading off after Alice and leaving him no choice but to follow. 

They find her in the greenhouse, an old, broken down thing that had been here when they bought the cottage and that his mother had always meant to turn into something beautiful. She’d run out of time though, and while Killian once swore to himself that he’d finish it for her, the decaying wood of the foundation speaks of his empty promises and forgotten good intentions. 

Swan looks around in wonder, eyes wide and mouth agape as she takes in the overgrown structure. Nature has overtaken it, moss and weeds and late season flowers climbing along the beams and covering the cracked stone floor. “It’s beautiful,” she breathes, gazing up at the canopy of leaves that wind around the remains of the ceiling, some trickling down so low that she reaches out to brush them with her fingertips. 

He’s taken in by the sight of her, by the way she finds beauty in the things he’s grown to loath and makes them magical. It’s as though the light she carries flows from her hands and into the room itself, turning the dark and shaded ruins into something wonderful. Strange and wonderful, like everything about her. He wonders if this is how Alice sees the world, remembers what it was like to see adventure and magic where others saw nothing. Perhaps he could see it this way again some day, or maybe it’s enough to surround himself with those who do. 

“Over here,” Alice calls and they both follow her to the far end of the structure. She’s trying to get a piece of cracked stone loose, the floor crumbling beneath them. 

“Here, let me,” he insists and kneels down to pry it free before she hurts herself. The rock lifts fairly easily, revealing soft, damp earth beneath it and Alice grins. 

“Right here,” she says, kneeling down beside him and beginning to dig. 

Swan finally sets down her burden and joins them on the ground, fingers sinking deep into the soil as she helps Alice dig. She looks at him, brow raised meaningfully and nodding at the ever growing hole. He shakes his head, laughing but complies, scooping mud and dirt and worms until it’s deep enough and she stands, picking up the bundle and setting it carefully inside. He’s never seen Alice so excited, and that’s saying something. 

“Will we remember where it is?” Swan asks as they pile dirt over it. “In seven years?”

“Should we mark it?” Killian asks, trying to remember if he grabbed his pocket knife or left it on the boat. “We could put something in the wood.”

“No, that’s too obvious,” Alice shakes her head. “Someone could find it!” 

Swan bites back a smile and turns to him. “Yeah, come on, Killian,” she sighs with a smirk. “Way too obvious.” He raises a brow at her, a disbelieving grin pulling at his lips. Is she teasing him? 

“I know,” his daughter says, standing. She walks out where the back door would have been, feet carefully placed one in front of the other until she reaches a giant oak tree that’s been on the grounds longer than Killian’s been alive. She turns to them. “Seventeen steps to the fairy tree.” 

“Brilliant,” he tells her and she looks very proud of herself. He doesn’t bother to question the fact that her feet will grow; he doubts she’ll remember this in seven years time. By then she’ll be too grown up, so for now he lets her believe in magic, hopes she continues to for as long as possible. 

“Thank you, Alice,” Swan says, taking her hand when the girl returns to them. 

“Now your selkie husband can’t make you go back!” 

“I have a husband?” she asks. 

“Of course. All selkies do. But now he can’t make you go back to the water for seven years. Not so long as your coat is hidden.” The excitement in his daughter’s eyes is unparalleled and he hates to break this up, but a glance at his watch tells him they need to get going. Alice needs to be home when her mother returns, and he still needs to go to the fishery. 

“Time to get you home, love.”

“Dad, no,” she starts to whine and while it tugs at his heart that she wants to stay, he knows she can’t. 

“Come on, your mum will start to worry.” She won’t. He knows that. She probably won’t even notice Alice is late or gone - who knows where Eloise is anyway - but if she finds out that Alice was here, she’ll make them both suffer for it and he won’t have her keeping his daughter from him any more than she already does. 

“Do I still get to come this weekend?” she asks, stepping back as though she’ll refuse to leave unless he promises. 

“Aye,” he smiles. “For the whole weekend.” Only then does she begrudgingly agree to come with him. The three of them head back out to the cottage, Swan sitting on the front steps and saying goodbye to Alice, saying she hopes she’ll see her soon. 

“Will you still be here Saturday?”

Swan looks at him quickly before answering. He only gives her a hopeful smile. “Yes,” she promises and he has to duck his head to hide his pleased grin. 

“Okay,” Alice agrees and then heads towards his extended hand. She’s only about halfway there when she stops. She turns suddenly, rushing towards Swan and wrapping her arms around her neck in a fierce hug. 

The woman looks stunned for a second, thrown back by the force of the small girl crashing into her, but then she smiles, eyes almost watery as she squeezes her back. Alice whispers something in her ear that he can’t hear and he won’t ask about. Let them have their secrets. One more kind woman in his daughter’s life is not a gift he takes lightly. 

Alice hangs on to his hand for longer than normal on their walk home, regaling him with tales of selkies and what exactly it means to bury her seal coat. He raises an eyebrow at some of the things she tells him she’s read in the books she found at the library, really hoping she doesn’t actually understand some of the stories about women and male selkie lovers. 

“Why seven years?” he asks and she rolls her eyes. 

“Because those are the rules. If she buries her seal coat she can stay for seven years. But burying it just means she has to stay. She can stay if she wants to. Unless her husband decides he wants to take her back. That’s why we had to make sure it was hidden. If he finds it, he’ll take her away.” There’s a hint of heartbreak in her eyes. 

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we hid it so well,” he says, squeezing her hand and her smile is back. 

“You know, Dad,” she says when they’ve been walking a little while. He looks down at her. “Sometimes selkies do stay on land forever. They say that selkies can often find happiness with a…” she frowns, certainly trying to remember whatever book she’s quoting. “A landsman! That’s it. Selkies can often find unexpected happiness with a landsman.”

“Is that so?” he asks, deliberately not acknowledging her meaningful look. 

“Do you think Swan will stay?” she presses.

“I don’t know, love. That’s her choice.” 

“I think she will. I think she likes it here. Maybe you can marry her and then she can stay forever.” 

Killian winces, not ready to get into why he can’t go marrying a woman with no memory who he’s only met three days ago. Especially when even now the thought makes him smile. “Alice…” he starts.

“Why not?” she asks, more to herself. “It makes sense. She’s already living with you, and she likes you.” 

“You think she likes me?” he asks before he can stop himself and regretting it the moment he says it. Alice gives him a sly grin. Killian clears his throat, making a point to sound less excited this time. “What makes you think she wants to stay?”

“She could have taken her seal coat and left.” 

He knows it’s not a seal coat. He knows she’s not obligated to stay for seven years because she hid it in his greenhouse. But he can’t help but hope when he thinks of the way she looked at him when she said they should bury it. It felt like a promise. Maybe not a promise, but the suggestion of one at least. 

“Besides,” Alice says, breaking him from his thoughts. “I’m not oblivious, you know. I’m seven. I know things.”

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Misc Headcanons About the Evil Hermits (+ Worm Man)

- Timeline: EX and Worm Man lived together in S5, and NPG joined them in S6. While EX was banished, Badtimes and Hels moved in. Badtimes and Hels just sort of showed up one day and Worm Man was too intimidated to kick them out. They proved to be good enough company, though. EX eventually returned from exile and started living with them again.

- NPG is incredibly insistent on keeping the rustic cottage aesthetic, and would definitely kill Helsknight if he found out about the evil lair in the basement.

- Only Hels and NPG are from Hellsworld. EX was born from a respawn error when Xisuma fell into the void in between S1 and 2. Similarly, Worm Man was born from a glitch after Zedaph joined the Moonlight SMP. Badtimes was created by the Vex with the express purpose of being Scar’s assistant.

- Hels is the only one who still actively considers himself to be the villain. EX decided to abandon the role entirely after becoming Worm Man’s sidekick (+ the incident wherein he nearly caused the apocalypse, don’t ask). Badtimes just doesn’t have the energy. He’ll entertain the thought as a power fantasy, but at the end of the day, he’s loyal to Scar.

- Hels, EX, and Badtimes go on ‘crime sprees’ together. However, EX is worried about getting banned again, and Badtimes promised Scar not to destroy the Hermits’ builds unless otherwise directed. As such, said crimes involve stealing from abandoned shops and burning down woodland mansions.

More under the cut:

- NPG is personally interested in getting revenge on Grian for trapping him in a closet, but not as much as building rustic houses. He’d get revenge if the opportunity was offered to him, but probably wouldn’t go out of his way to do so.

- after the 1.14 update, Worm Man started fighting off pillager raids for the local villages. They don’t really need his help, but he does it anyway to feel like he’s doing something with his life.

- Despite wearing helmets, EX and Hels are quite easy to read. EX’s holographic display on his visor changes with his emotions, and Hels’ fire plume turns blue when he gets especially angry. 

- Badtimes has a cat named Peanut/Peanut Butter (‘PB’). Hels loves her very much.

- For Worm Man, the hardest part of moving to S7 was deciding which of EX’s belongings to take with him, and accepting that he’d never see most of it again.

- Worm Man generally acts like the emotional/moral center of the group, and he does his best to make sure that they don’t kill each other or get themselves into too much trouble. EX’s banishment really affected him and the last thing he wants is for that to happen to anyone else. 

- Worm Man’s glasses are cosmetic, and only wears them to distinguish himself from Zedaph.

- Hels and EX are decently good at cooking. Badtimes is ok, but more limited, and hates that Hels puts pineapple on pizza. NPG is surprisingly alright at it, for someone who doesn’t need to eat. Worm Man burns water.

- EX took over dishwashing duties when he moved in, much to everyone’s relief. Worm Man cannot stack plates to save his life.

- Worm Man, in the middle of the night: Hels I need you to come with me to get a glass of water or else Five Nights at Freddy’s will be at the fridge

- NPG and Hels knew of each other in Hellsworld, but hadn’t actually met.

- Hels also knew everyone’s Hellsworld counterparts. He didn’t think much of Badtimes’, and knew Worm Man’s to be a mess of insecurity. Evil EX was similarly insecure, but was relentless in the destruction he caused, even for Hellsworld standards. Hels was a little disappointed when EX returned from exile and proved himself to be more subdued than what he expected.

- EX did not have a fun time in the void. There are Things out there, and having the ability to astral project across the Infinite is the easiest way to become a vessel for Something. The wonders of having faulty admin powers :)

- Hels mixes up video games and their cases, just because he knows it gets on Badtimes’ nerves.

- The other clones (esp EX and Worm Man) turn to Badtimes for support because he presents himself with an air of maturity. However. In terms of actually getting things done, he’s a bit of a flake. When it comes to favours, only Scar can rely on him, and that’s only because Badtimes is contractually obligated to help him.

- Badtimes puts his hat over his face while he sleeps. That’s not a headcanon that’s just a fact /j

- NPG designed their rustic house to be something like a fortress. The corridors twist and turn, the floor changes in elevation, there’s doors that lead to nowhere, as well as tons of secret passages. The idea behind it was that it’d be confusing to anyone who didn’t live in it for long enough to call it home, would put any attackers at a disadvantage. Also because there’s many opportunities for pranks.

- The main drawback of the house is that it’s too big for them to reasonably clean on a regular basis. They’ve just settled on cleaning the small area that they actually use, while most of the other rooms that are left untouched remain that way. It defeats the point of the fortress design if no one actually uses the space, but NPG’s main reason for building a rustic house at that scale was just to see if he could.

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Requests!

Last Updated: Tue. Sept. 15, 2020

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I am not including requests for events! If you want to see those, go to the masterlists and look at the top for the event for that fandom! 

These are in order for when I received them! Please note!!!! Just because yours is above someone else’s, it DOES NOT mean yours will be written before anyone else’s. Also note!!!! Just because yours is on here, it DOES NOT mean I can change my mind and decide not to write it!! ❤️

if you see one you really like or whatever, comment or send an ask, so I’ll know that it’s one that’s requested by more than one person!! ✧ means that the request has a vote, meaning it will probably get done faster since more than one person wants it

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if you see yours and I got something wrong, please do tell me!!

some of these are 18+. You’ve been warned

Table of Contexts:

Mystic Messenger - 8 requests

The Arcana - 11 requests

Obey Me! - 76 requests 

Total: 97, not including event requests :)

multi fandom:

the three Luci’s in a house with an mc that refuses to call any of them by their full names. Or just keeps calling them Luci habitually. Confusion ensues

Obey Me characters meet the Mystic Messenger characters

Mystic Messenger:

dom!Saeyoung - ✧

mirror sex w/ Saeyoung

hcs w/ all of the rfa members + V where mc is a cat mom

hcs w/ the boys w/ a mc who is a hacker (or a runaway agent) in hiding

hcs w/ Zen dating a mc who is a professional athlete

fluff or smut hcs/scenario w/ Saeyoung

sub! Saeyoung w/ dom!reader

hcs w/ RFA + V with a s/o who’s asexual but always likes to confuse them with sounding dirty but they actually mean doing a fun activity

The Arcana:

hcs w/ the boys w/ a chubby female s/o

nsfw content w/ Lucio

fluffy or angsty hcs for Julian or Lucio w/ a kid mc

three different requests to just write ANYTHING for Asra lmao. One request suggests swimming together though, so ima do that

the boys’ reactions to their s/o on their period

reader telling the boys she’s pregnant

scenario w/ Julian and Lucio are huge theater nerds

hcs/reactions of the boys w/ a gn!s/o who’s scary good at hiding

soulmate au w/ Asra where you see colors when you first meet them and see black and white again when your soulmate dies

sub!Muriel

the boys’ reactions to mc being an exotic dancer

Obey Me!:

hcs w/ Beel, Lucifer and Mammon w/ a small, shy s/o that has never really kissed anyone or been in a relationship so they're extremely shy and scared that they'll mess up the relationship or they won't be good enough 

hcs or scenario w/ Asmo and/or Mammon where mc is sad and hurt about that and won't talk to them after but instead make quips about the succubi and how humans must simply suck while eating tubes of ice cream w Beel to combat the sadness 

extra fluffy, spoiler free smut w/ Lucifer

smut w/ Beel after a workout 

hcs/reactions of the demon boys w/ their s/o who is taller and a body builder

nsfw content w/ Satan whose f!mc has a praise kink 

fluff w/ Belphie who has an s/o that loves to cuddle

brothers’ reactions to f!crush going to a lingerie party with other female demons

nsfw imagine where Lucifer thinks Asmo and mc are fooling around when, in reality, they’re not. Jealously ensues and ends with fluff

hcs where the demon brothers react to an mc who is scared of storms. The brothers have to comfort them when there's a bad one that puts the power out

reactions of all the boys to mc wearing an occult symbol that protects one from demons

hcs/scenario where mc is being scolded by Lucifer and is struggling to keep a straight face because the other brothers keep trying to distract her from behind Lucifer in different ways

smut scenario where mc is a sadistic, dominant top and Mammon is a masochistic, submissive bottom

hcs w/ the brothers where mc asks if they can sleep with them after having a nightmare - ✧

hcs where the brothers comfort mc about their past experience (trigger warning)

hcs/scenario w/ a gn!mc that ensues a nerf gun war and destroys them all

hcs w/ the boys with a f!reader who, on the outside, seems like a tomboy, but secretly likes painting their nails black, doing aesthetic makeup, and dressing up in secret. Then, one day, the boys find them

sfw or nsfw scenario of Mammon and mc baking together 

hcs w/ the brothers where the search for mc in the human world and finds out they are in an abusive relationship 

hcs w/ the brothers and diavolo with a short but extremely angry s/o

soulmate au scenario w/ Lucifer where he has a dream that he dances at a ball in Diavolo's castle with a girl and the dreams becomes a reality

hcs or scenario w/ Diavolo where his s/o is small and underweight who struggles to to gain weight 

hcs w/ Lucifer and/or Diavolo comforting an insecure reader

the brothers’ reactions to a mc that has trouble sleeping and gets hallucinations - ✧

nsfw scenario w/ Mammon where he confesses to mc and they have their first time together - ✧

mc flirting with Solomon 

Mammon getting caught w/ his s/o in a hot makeout sesh 

brothers’ reaction to mc singing “no don't touch me there, that is my no-no square.”

scenario where Mammon and f!reader are secretly dating and one day the brothers discover so after reader accidentally calls Mammon a pet name in front of them 

the boys’ reactions to mc calling them daddy? By accident or just unexpected nsfw

reader telling the boys she’s pregnant - ✧ 

mc giving the demonimals (demon animals) ear scratches (during the Paws Event)

the boys’ reactions to mc turning into a bunny (during the Paws Event)

nsfw scenario where mc dresses up as little red riding hood for big, bad, wolf Lucifer (Paws Event)

hcs where mc, who is usually very against touching and contact, gets all touchy feely when the boys grow animal characteristics (during the Paws Event)

anything for cat!Satan (during the Paws Event)

nsfw dom!Belphie scenario w/ fox!Belphie and f!mc that cuddle - ✧

nsfw hcs w/ Beel or Satan (during the Paws Event)

scenario where mc takes a nap with fox!Belphie (during the Paws Event)

fluffy scenario where mc gives cat!Satan catnip (during the Paws Event)

sfw or nsfw hcs where Asmo finds fallen angel!mc covered in blood - ✧

nsfw hcs w/ jealous!Simeon over a f! or gn!reader

Satan smut because I have no choice 

hcs w/ a sociopath/assassin!mc that starts to care and have feelings for the boys 

scenario w/ Asmo where f!reader has trouble expressing herself both with femininity and her emotions. Asmo decides to pamper her and help her

Simeon giving head

“Simeon x mc stuff”

The brothers’ reaction to an mc who has a really big nose and is very insecure about it

the demon brothers’ reaction to an mc with short hair

hcs for how the demon brothers would treat their mc the day after their wedding - ✧

hcs of the demon boys receiving a booty call from mc

hcs where Barbatos and gn!mc cuddle 

I don’t really know if this one is a request but I’m doing it anyway because I love pain. scenario where mc comforts Mammon about his brothers always picking on him and he says he's used to it even if deep down it hurts

hcs w/ the brothers + Diavolo where mc has cancer and is very fragile and weak

hcs of Mammon helping mc w/ math 

hcs or scenario w/ Diavolo x f!reader x Simeon

innocent back hug hcs w/ da demon bois

how the demon boys eat their f!s/o out 

nsfw scenario w/ Levi where a spicy makeout sesh leads to more

the demon bros’ reactions to a really clumsy mc

brothers’ reactions to mc catching them jerking off while saying mc’s name - ✧

nsfw/sfw hcs for an mc being a nun/priest for Halloween and having the demon bois react to them

hcs or scenario where the bros and mc react to seeing a genderbent version of themselves and vice versa

hcs where the brothers are w/ a dominant f!mc

nsfw imagine where Beel is eating out gn!mc and Belphie can taste it because of their twin telepathy and praises mc to orgasm 

hcs/reactions of the brothers w/ a mc that has imposter syndrome 

hcs/reactions where the brothers find out that mc writes fanfiction about them

brothers’ reactions to a mc who got brokenhearted 

brothers’ reactions to mc being an exotic dancer

the demon brothers’ reactions to an mc who was a victim of their respective sin

angsty/fluffy scenario where f!mc is scared of dying and Satan comforts her

smut scenario w/ Lucifer where f!mc starts teasing him before he flips it around onto her. Punishment and degrading follow

the boys’ reactions to mc calling them “my love”

soft dom bdsm hcs with a pinch of praise kink w/ Satan

brothers’ and undates’ (minus Luke) reactions to their s/o grabbing their hand and putting it against their throat

the brothers’ reactions to a f!mc being a bratty sub

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[taetaespeaches]

I'm really wondering how each couple would feel about/ deal with literally the whole world knowing about them if they were to go public with their relationship? who do you think wouldn't give a damn about who said what and who would be uncomfortable/ easily effected by the comments? (sorry if it's been asked 🥺)

Hi lovely! My thoughts are all over the place so sorry if this is confusing <3 

I think when they initially go public, each couple would have a bit of a tough time with it because literally the WHOLE WORLD would know and a lot of people would get mad, upset, sad, or would just generally make it their business. I also think that no matter how comfortable they all get with being in the public eye over time, they would always have their struggles. One day one of the girls might be feeling insecure and would see something about her online and it would be an issue. Things like that would come up at random I think. 

I also think all of the couples would keep quite a bit of their lives private as much as they could. However, I think there are varying levels of how comfortable they would be with being known as a couple by the world. 

But my thoughts regarding each individual couple are below <3 and it’s unedited so good luck haha 

Jin/Poopsie: relatively unfazed about comments about them. Some comments might strike a nerve but for the most part, they aren’t giving much of a fuck about what is said. Jin would however be pretty observant of Poopsie and would maybe shield her from some comments because he knows she can sometimes struggle with her self worth. Poopsie would go from not caring much to being a little upset depending on her mood and what is said. She’s more concerned about how she’s seen by her loved ones though, so she would care about comments but not TOO much.

Yoongi/Kid: these two do not care. If a certain comment hits a nerve they’ll probably talk about it together and will hype each other up until the comment literally means nothing anymore. I think they are both more sensitive than they come across, so it’s not to say that comments wouldn’t bother them at all because they would. But I just think at the end of the day, how they feel about each other is always going to outweigh whatever is circulating twitter, you know what I mean? If they’re feeling good about each other, then they’re good. Period. 

Hobi/Petal: try to offend Petal lmao I dare you. I think she just wouldn’t give two fucks what someone said about her. She’s quite sure of herself and she’s very very sure of her relationship with Hobi. And he’s quite confident as well and he knows Petal can handle herself so he’s not as worried as some of the other guys would be about comments. Like everyone has some insecurities, but these two are the ones who are going to be affected the least by comments. I think Petal would be most bothered about comments that called her uncaring or cold because like that’s not true and I think she’d be a little worried that people would think she’s not cheerful or “sunshiney” enough for Hobi. 

Joon/Daisy: I think Daisy is more concerned about comments made about Joon than herself or their relationship. She knows they are solid as a couple and she’s not so concerned about what people think of her. But she would get really defensive and upset at negative comments towards Namjoon. Whereas Namjoon is probably used to shitty comments, so he’s more concerned about people hating on their relationship and on Daisy. This girl puts the stars in the sky in his eyes, and he would want people to see how special she is. So when people talked shit on her or their relationship, I think he’d get a little sad about it. 

Jimin/Dear: Dear is a softie but she’s also pretty damn tough. She’s gonna get pissed at comments about Jimin and their relationship. I think she would get a little insecure at times with certain comments about her, but she would snap back pretty quickly. Jimin can be quite sensitive and he’s super hard on himself, so I think that would drift over into comments made about his relationship and girlfriend as well. We might see Jimin pull away from fans at times (by posting less) depending on what is being said, which would be quite obvious to fans. I think there would be a reckoning among fans to straighten their shit out and knock it off because it would become obvious that it’s hurting Jimin. But Dear would kind of act as the rock throughout any rough times with gossip. 

Tae/Peaches: Oh goodness, Tae would be so confused if people were ever rude about Peaches or his relationship with her. Like cue sad, confused, angry Tae. And if people were loving Peaches online, cue happy, giddy Tae. I think Tae can’t quite help but care what is said about her and his relationship, and Peaches would have to remind him that it doesn’t matter what other people think or say. I think Peaches would be as accustomed as a person can be to being talked about by bts fans bc she’s been around since debut days. The relationship announcement would cause quite a bit of talk though and that would take some getting used to. But I think they would act the same in public no matter what was being said. If Tae wants to kiss her, he will. If she wants to hold his hand, she’ll grab his damn hand. They would care about what is said, but they wouldn’t change a single thing about how they conduct themselves. 

Guk/Holly: Oh they would both care so much at the start. They’re both sensitive to what people think of them and they both want to be well-liked. They would want to be accepted so badly :( watch every other couple come out swinging to defend these cuties. I do think the other couples would hype them up lol. I can see Jimin posting a cute photo of them with something like “my favorite couple” and Tae posting aesthetic photos he’d taken of them in the past and just leaving it there with a heart emoji or some shit. Overtime, these two would get used to both negative and positive comments and would learn to not care so much about what is said. I think they’d have the toughest time with it, but they’d get there. They’re badasses 

[a-walk-in-silver-rain]

Hello! So I saw that this account was fairly new and while I was scrolling through matchups I found your account and decided why not? So if it's alright with you, may I request an Obey Me Match-up?

My name is Nox or Ohjuu, afab Agender (he/it/they pronouns), 5'7 feet, has short, fluffy red hair, and my body type is muscular with fluff (pretty thicc in the thighs but shhhhhh insecurities-). My signs are Capricorn (Sun), Gemini (Moon), and Cancer (Rising); my MBTI type is ESTJ / ISTJ and my personality type is 6w5. Just to add a lil tidbit my clothing aesthetic is grudge/flannel/depressed artist/skater boi if that makes any sense? Giving love language is 1, gift giving 2, acts of service, 3 physical touch (all depends on partner.) Receiving love language is 1, Physical Touch and Words of Affrimation (these two are at a tie) 2, Acts of service 3, Quality Time.

Describing my personality may be kinda tough because it always changes depending who I'm around with and everyone will have a different opinion of me no matter what I do. But I would like to think I'm open minded, empathetic, caring, generous, serious and quite, at least that's what I think and I'm usuallythe mom/quite/therapist friend, I should probably mention that despite this not many people come near or even talk to me, probablybecauseof my resting bitch face, but peopleusuallyleave me be, which is good in some cases. Though those are the basic points to myself, however I can't just ignore my bad qualities either, I'm quick to anger depending on the situation, I'll stand up for others but i won't stand up/will take the blame for myself, I'm self sacrificing (I heard told I do that but I just mainly do it on command, to my I do it because it's my way of proving that I care for someone or that I would rather get hurt myself rather than them), I have little to no confidence in myself albeit I actually try to stay that way, and I'm a bit self depreciating....a lot (though that's in private or I make jokes about it-)Though even though I am like this, for self depreciation, and opiate mindset is what I need (Me = self depreciating, Partner = hopefully not the same). And I feel a bit of a cluster fuck when it comes to me or my personality (having wrath actually kinda makes me feel worse because I kind have trauma over people with wrath and knowing I have it makes me feel horrible.)

Hobbies? Well I don't have many but when I'm not on burnout I really like to draw a lot, it helps especially when I need to vent out something (seeing art that was drawn out of sadness or anger you can tell and it's kinda creepy how it does that.) Also coaplay is a favorite pass time as well! Though I don't do it too often, but when I do it's really fun! And finally in 3rd place I have gaming, I wouldn't really call myself a gamer but there are a couple games that peak my interest (Genshin Impact, Pokémon, Hallow Knight are some.) Honorable mentions are Hiking/Walking (I actually mean that), watching some shows/anime, and idk daydreaming I guess?

I should probably mention a few things like interests that hasn't already been mentioned in hobbies. I like to cook, I think I'm a pretty good cook, so I do it, I mostly do savory stuff and I usually like the food spicy though usually my friends/family can't really handle something more than mild, which makes me sad. I actually have an interest in animal science and I hope to become a veterinarian or at least someone that works with animals and if we're talk about animals, dogs or cats? I have to pick both (though exceptoon if the dog is big, I love big dogs), but I really can't choose, but if I get a third option I choose snakes. I use to have an instrest in poetry, but I'm stoped for a bit because not many people like dark poetry (I never really write lighthearted poetry because it always end up being dark even without me trying-.)

Quirks? Not a BNHA reference but I should mention some more things about myself, I'm sensitive to light and crowds, the light makes my eyes hurt and kinda faint and crowds just get me worked up and my flight responses kinda kick in (I usually try to keep my room as dark as possible and secluded because of this.) I kinda have poor memory, and sometimes I remember stuff and sometimes I don't, I have some tics that don't appear too often but when they do I usually make a hissing sound, a weird vocal sound, and with that comes some kind if head twitch, I can control it better in public but some of it slips and it's quite embarrassing. I WILL go into flight or fight mode if I'm being yelled or scolded at or if I hear yelling in general, depending on who it is I go with flight but I will go fight if needed, not only can't I not stand the loudness or tone but I usually don't need people criticizing, scolding, or hating me when I can perfectly do it myself. I shouldalso mention I'mtired almost all the time, even when I sleep well, I just feel sluggish a lot and I just wish I could sleep but I really don't like it because I know I need to get work done but motivation is coming slow these days. Finally umm....also as a defense or regular manurism I hiss and growl, kinda like a cat and/or wolf, usually confuses people enough for me to get away in situations but I sometimes like to do it when I'm angry or when to fuck with people.

And uhhhh yeah that's it from me! I really really really hope this wasn't too much information or if I wrote something down that was triggering OR that I was being a but too self depreciating. Anyways I really hope you have a good day!!

Hiya! Thanks for sending in a request! And don't worry about it you didn't write too much! I hope you have a lovely day/night too! (^_^)

I'd match you with...

Mammon

I think that you and Mammon would work really well together since you've added that your love language for giving is acts of service and physical touch which Mammon is definitely touch starved. And even just small things like touching his shoulder while talking to him or to get his attention would make him a bit happier. As for the acts of service, Mammon is normally the one asking for things like if he needs help with studying. Having some just do something for him or ask instead of him vouln-telling someone to help would kinda confuse him though he'd be happy.

Mammon being Mammon is a tsundere, this means you'll likely be spending a lot of time around him while he says he there because he could tell you wanted him around or something like that. He'd try to help you where he can and do little things he notices, and although he's not the best with words he'd try his hardest to comfort you.

Being the mom/therapist friend would definitely come in handy when with Mammon since he's not great with keeping his impulses and strange schemes in check. Mammon could use someone to just talk to about his feeling and the bullying of his brothers. Being able to have someone who cook would definitely help his eating habits since he eats a lot of cup ramen (I remember something say that in game) since he’s not to great of a chef himself. 

I feel like Mammon would be so soft for you, he'd be absolutely terrible at hiding but he'd try in public and in front of his brothers. Mammon's happy watching you cosplay or draw. He might request you try and show him how to do it cause it can't be that hard right? But he'd definitely try and play some of the games you play and suggest some you two might be able to play together. He would definitely get confused by Genshin and how much stuff there is to keep track of. He'd most likely just follow you around trying to help you kill stuff.

I can’t imagine see Mammon not liking any of your pet preferences since I feel like he like dogs more but would totally be chill with a cat. I think you might scare Mammon with you poetry depending on how dark you write each particular piece. He’d be supportive but just don’t read them to him before bed. 

The biggest problem with being with Mammon is how loud he can get, he doesn’t really notice when he does so you’ll probably have to bring it to his attention if you want him to quite down. If he ever saw or sensed that you were starting to go into your flight response when in a public area he’d pull you into him or pick you up and run off to a much more secluded area. Lastly there’s no way he’d really mind your ticks and your quirks he might question it a bit at first but if you just explain it he be fine, still might not get it but won’t really question it further. 

Thank you so much for the matchup! I hope you liked it! Any feedback would be great!