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princesssmars · 7 months

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practical magick

a stiles stilinski x witch!reader

plot : just when stiles thought he had gotten used to the dramatics of the supernatual, he happens across you performing magic in the forest. when you fail to wipe his memory, his thursday afternoon gets a whole lot weirder.

wc : 4.678

contains : sfw. kissing at the end. the picture for look inspo is fair-skinned but the reader's skin color is not described! reader has hair! google translated latin sorry 😞i like my men loserish and obsessed sorry.

a/n : yasss a little halloween special. rewatching teen wolf for the third time bc idfk. is it obvious i love witch!reader's yet.

for the first time in over a decade, stiles stilinksi was bored out of his mind.

he had previously thought that given his adhd gave him a deep desire to be doing literally anything all the time that the word bored wouldn't enter his daily vocabulary until he died.

yet here he is, kicking his feet at the dead leaves on the ground as he searched for any hidden traces of wolfsbane. the only reasons this had even happened was because he had opened his big mouth too many times and was sent on a busy quest by deaton, to "make sure the surrounding areas were safe for werewolves."

just reminding himself of what led him here was enough to tick him off again. it wasn't like the past two years have been easy, being under the constant threat of werewolves, werewolf hunters, kanimas, etcetera etcetera. it was enough to stress out the most stable of adults, and stiles was the direct opposite of that, so of course he got nervous and started talking over people and pissing them off.

"stupid wolfsbane, stupid werewolves," he mumbles, kicking at more of the dead brown leaves on the forest floor, tearing a line of the familiar purple plant up from the ground and stuffing it into the brown sack in his other hand. once he was done it was likely it would either be tucked in jars in deaton's stash or burned. he wouldn't mind seeing the latter.

its another twenty moments of grumbling and scavenging before a sound in the distance stops him in his tracks. he stands still, making sure that he barely breathes before he relaxes, figuring his anger and memories are making him paranoid of the woods.

a minute later he wishes his mind was playing tricks on him, because he nears the noise again, but this this its louder.

"its closer," he thinks.

he barely even registers when his legs start running. he may have a bag full of wolfsbane, but there was no guarantee the threat was something the plant could harm. and he didn't feel like tempting fate today.

at this point he's slightly lost his direction, but when he passes the stunted redwood stump he and scott carved their names into during the fifth grade he starts to understand where he is, and as his heart beats in his hears he knows if he turns right here he'll come up onto the old willow tree-

in the span of ten seconds he smacks head on into a hard object, falling on his ass and gasping as the air is knocked from his lungs. he blinks quickly to try to rid of the black spots in his vision, and before he can comprehend it he's making eye contact with you.

he's slightly embarrassed that the first thought that races across his mind is how pretty you are. he knows he should be wary of you, but he can't help it. your hair is a rich (h/c), seeming to almost shine despite the sun being blocked by clouds. your skin is smooth and your eyes are gorgeous and big and still staring straight at him.

you both rush to stand up. he holds his hands out in a way that you would calm a wild animal, hoping it doesn't piss you off.

you continue to stare at him. which isn't helping calm down his racing pulse.

"uh, alright. look, i'm not gonna hurt you, alright? i'm just...looking for something..."

before he can finish his sentence, you raise your hands to cup the sides of his face. his words die in his mouth and he feels his cheeks warm up to the point he's surprised they haven't burned your palms. you look determined, and for a second he feels like he's gone to heaven

"convertere et perge quid agas. oblivisceris quid hic vidisti."

turn around and continue what you're doing. you will forget what you saw here.

his mouth opens and his brows scrunch in shock. he never thought those latin lessons he took online and with lydia would pay off, but he's really glad he did them now.

he considers doing what you said, just turning around and forgetting all about this encounter. but unfortunately his curiosity is getting the better of him, and if his suspicions are correct he needs to know more about you.

"i'm gonna guess you just tried to put a spell on me, right?"

your eyes widen so largely he's afraid they're going to pop out of your skull.

"i..i don't understand, that should have worked. are you a warlock? druid?"

"no, no. i'm just stiles." he tells. his guess that you were something supernatural is partially confirmed, since you know about druids and the whole tried to put a spell on him thing.

"well, stiles, unless you tell me why my spell didn't work on you i'm most likely going to have to kill you." you deadpan.

he thinks you're kidding so he eta out a strained laugh. you don't even twitch.

he wracks his brain for a good enough excuse that will save his life before his arm moves without command and thrusts the bag in your direction.

"well, i have a uh, a bag full of wolfsbane, if that matters at all. pretty sure it does since…yeah…wolfsbane”

yours eyes dart from him to the bag, most likely not trusting that their isn’t some insta-death powder that will pop out as soon as you open it, so he looses his thumbs grip and steps closer so you can see the purple herbs inside.

“hate to admit it but you’re right,” you sigh, pushing back some hair from your face. his eyes follow the movement before darting back to yours.“ that much wolfsbane would make most supernatural or magical doings wonky.”

"yes, yes! exactly. that makes sense. im sorry about that-"

"why would you even have that much wolfsbane anyway? are you a hunter?"

"what? no, no! im not, i swear to you im not a hunter. i can explain this, really i can." he nearly chokes on his words at the speed he speaks.

you stare at him for a few seconds more before crossing your arms over your chest, hopefully about to let him explain why he has a bag filled to the brim with a dangerous plant on a random afternoon.

when you start to walk directly past him into the forest he doesn’t think he’s ever been more confused.

"fine. you can explain it on the way back.”

he’s as still as a statue as he process your words. you just accused him of being a hunter and now you want him to follow you to whatever mysterious place your going? even for him this is weird, and he’s ten seconds from refusing-

“hurry up.”

he rushes to catch up behind you.

after around twenty minutes of stiles repeatedly asking where you were going followed by silence on your end, you finally reach a clearing in the woods filled by a large victorian-era house, fully black with large looming windows lit up by warm golden lighting coming from inside. there's a nearly fully glass sunroom/greenhouse on the right side, and he can see from here the varying flowers and plants that fill the room. he wants to ask how a house like this could be kept under wraps from the rest of the town, but then he remembers.

magic, duh.

you lead him through the threshold of the home and down a hallway until you arrive in what must be your living room, not giving him a chance to admire the room before you're pushing on his shoulders so he sits in a loveseat, taking your own seat across from him. your legs spread and you rest your elbows on your knees as you glare at him, causing him to shift in his seat.

"why are you carrying a bag full of wolfsbane?"

"my friend's boss, deaton. he asked me to pick up any wolfsbane in the woods to make it safer for them when they do the whole wolfing out thing."

"deaton's working with werewolves again? does he have a death wish?" your brow raises in confusion, he notes how the fingers on your right-hand scratch at the skin on your right.

"i'll be honest, you're kind of creeping me out."

"thank you. why is he doing it?"

"my friend, scott. he's a werewolf. and so are our friends erica and boyd. and derek and his weird uncle peter-"

"the fucking hale's are back? are you kidding?" a scoff leaves you and you get up out of your chair, starting to pace back and forth in front of his chair.

"yeah, it was this whole thing with peter being evil and killing his niece, and he turned scott but scott thought it was derek who turned him. it was a whole thing. not to mention how peter came back from the dead-"

you continue to walk around the room while occasionally pausing to pay attention as the boy details the events that have happened in the past year. despite you being a stranger it felt oddly cathartic to vent about everything that had happened to him. admitting to the countless times he felt scared out of his mind but had to stay strong lest his enemies take advantage of it.

"that's a lot for a normal human to go through in just a year with no prior knowledge of the supernatural. i'm surprised your brain didn't implode from the stress."

he blinks. "thanks. i guess."

"you're welcome. i'm going to make some tea. stay here," you say, moving from standing across from him to heading to a room near the side of the room, able to faintly see some dark counters and pots and herbs hanging from the ceiling, "not like you'd be able to leave anyway."

that's reassuring, stiles thinks to himself, bouncing his leg up and down where he sits. after a minute he figures you won’t kill him horrendously if hes looks around a bit, so he gets up and starts observing the countless pictures on the walls. some are old, like the people in them are wearing outfits from a few hundred years ago, while some are colored and recent. in most of the recent ones, you’re with three older women who look just as dark but ethereal as you do.

he continues looking at some pictures and hung-up trinkets when you come back into the room with two cups of tea, handing one with a smile to the wary boy with a halfhearted promise that it’s “totally not poisoned.”

“can i ask you a question?” he asks, sipping at his tea after he discovers it’s not poisoned and actually really good. he was never really fond of tea, always preferring coffee or energy drinks when he was in a low-energy period. he remembers his mom liked chamomile tea.

“you just did. but go ahead.”

“why would you let me in here? you could have just questioned me at the willow tree, you didn’t have to let me into your house. not that i don’t like your house. i like the whole victorian gothic vibe.”

you don’t answer for a solid minute, slowly drinking from your cup as you stare into the lite fireplace.

“witches pride ourselves on our knowledge. to be aware of our abilities and surroundings at all times to best stimulate our growth. and as much as i’d like to be this powerhouse who could take down any threat, i know i’m not. if you actually were powerful and i tried to take you on myself? who knows what would happen.”

“and i’m guessing that magical barrier around the house would protect you in case i really did try anything?” he gently asks, not wanting to talk too loudly to distract you from opening up to him.

“exactly. plus if you tried anything my aunts probably would have put a curse on you and your loved ones. something not too flashy to attract attention, but enough to cause great suffering.” he notices your soft sigh when you stop talking, almost like you’re disappointed you won’t get to see this suffering play out.

“plus it’s better to know where your talents excel,” you continue, setting your cup down on a skull patterned coaster on the coffee table in front of you. “i’ve always been better at using my magic to investigate my surroundings. helps to find materials or signs of psychos roaming around.”

something you two have in common. it makes his mouth quirk up.

“so, the werewolves and all the other things being back in town, that’s a problem for you and your aunts, right?”

“yup. if it was just werewolves it’d be normal for beacon hills, but kanimas and a whole pack of alphas? who knows how much that can disrupt the natural balance and what more they’ll bring.”

he thinks over his next words carefully. scott would likely be upset at first at him for trusting you, but he was also the nicest person stiles had ever met. if you could help them then it was worth the risk.

“then how about a trade. you help us with this alpha problem, and you get the experience you need to become a great and all powerful witch. pretty soon you'll be riding your broom to your heart's content."

you can’t help but scoff a laugh as you think it over. he starts to think you’re about to reject the offer as you stare him down before you get up and offer him a hand.

“you’ve got a deal.”

after shaking on it, you send the boy back with his bag of wolfsbane and a few more helpful weeds from your greenhouse, giving him a note to give to deaton so he won’t ask too many questions.

when he returns to the vets office he dumps the materials on the operating table, ignoring isaacs joke about how if he took any longer they’d all be alpha chow by now. he can tell deaton is concerned about where he got the vials of strange red and yellow herbs, but when he reads the note his eyes widen and he lets out a mix between a laugh and a sigh. scott asked insistently what was on the note but his boss refused to tell him what it said.

before he left to drive home, deaton pulled stiles to a corner and told him that he had been in close contact with one of your aunts before something happened a few years after the hale fire that caused them to go into hiding and cut contact with all supernaturals they had previously been helping, including him as the emissary of the hale family.

as he lay in bed that night staring up at his ceiling, all he could think about was you. you were a welcome distraction from the chaos of his current life, a pretty distraction at that. if not a bit scary. which he didn't mind all that much.

the both of you spent more time together in the following weeks. at first, it was just simple conversations by the willow tree talking about the werewolf situations and checking what materials deaton needed from your family. as time went on his curiosity got the best of him and he started to ask you more questions about your life.

"so hit me if this is stupid but did you have any family in salem? or can you like make a potion ina cauldron to see if I did because I could use that as massive bargaining power in fights with issac-ow! why'd you hit me?"

"you said i could."

"yeah but not so hard. jeez, ever thought of quitting this witch thing and trying boxing."

"never thought of it. maybe i should start now. with your face."

"really funny."

(your threats kind of reminded him of derek, but had less of an 'i'm about to rip your throat out and eat your esophagus vibe.' slightly.)

but as time went on it got deeper. as he told him more about himself you started to do the same, once even apologizing for "giving off psycho killer bitch vibes" and chalking it up to being so isolated from people for most of your life. he told you he didn't mind the vibes, assuring you he liked it maybe a little too excitedly.

he could really feel the shift when one day he came up to the willow tree and he saw you, standing with a frame photo in your hands and nearly on the brink of tears. he was so shocked at seeing you show such intense emotion he wasn't watching where he was going and stepped on a branch, alarming you as your head whipped to him like a deer in headlights.

"i...im sorry. i can leave if you want."

"no no, it's," you shook your head, looking down at the photo once again. "it's fine. it doesn't matter."

"well if it's enough to make you cry id say its world ending-"

"could you just shut up? for once in your life?"

it's quiet for a minute, the only sound in the air being the gentle breeze. even thought the comment stings stiles knows all too well you're just lashing out in anger and hurt.

"im sorry."

"don't apologize. i get it, i do." he moves closer until he's standing beside you, walking slowly so he doesn't make you lash out again.

he looks down at the photo and he gets it. its you, about six or seven with a bright smile on your face and standing with two people he can tell are your parents. he can see the resemblance. you have one of their smiles and hair color, the other's nose, and by their clothes, the same dark style.

"its been over ten years. since i lost them," you whisper, your voice sounding more weak than he's ever heard it. "itd be nice if I was staying with my aunts for some sabrina the teenage witch reason but no. i don't have a choice."

he gently puts a hand on your shoulder. "i get it, i do. i lost my mom. every day i remember things about her in things i do. it hurts but its better than forgetting."

you sniff and hes about to back up when you put your hand over his on your shoulder, gripping it tightly. it hurts a bit. he doesn't really care.

"its not fair."

"its not."

"...thank you."

"don't mention it."

you give him with the materials and he's about to leave when you stop him, your hand grasping his wrist. he wants to ask whats wrong but he stops. you're staring right at him, into his soul he thinks, and all he wants is to hold you and tell you any pain he's suffered the past few years is worth it because it led him to you, that even if you asked him to sacrifice himself on an alter for a spell that would make you happy for a minute he would do it-

"this bracelet. i want you to wear it and don't take it off no matter what, all right?"

hey, that works for him.

as soon as the bracelet was clasped around his wrist he felt different. like his nerves were tingling and his brain was warm. he felt like he was going to get the most powerful migraine in existence and reached to take it off when you took his hand again.

"please. just give it a minute."

and so he did.

only thirty seconds of dull pain later and he felt normal, if not better. like when you're a kid and have the best day of your life and return home to a good meal. a nice bath, and a great night's rest. he feels almost powerful.

"hey what is this thing? did you just give me powers? is this gonna make me your servant or something?"

"bye stiles."

he gives deaton the materials after telling scott where he was ignoring the weird look on his face before the boy goes back to examining an adorable beagle on the operating table.

deaton takes the bag and bottles with an appreciative smile, his eyebrows scrunching up when he notices the jewelry on stiles wrist.

"where'd you get that bracelet?"

"uhh, i found it. at a thrift shop. thought it looked cool. why?"

deaton clearly doesn't believe him but decides to entertain stiles anyway. "the band is a normal bracelet but the charms are what makes it special. they're pagan."

"could you explain them to me? just because you know."

the vet just shakes his head and laughs before pointing to each one.

"this one, the witchs knot. standard symbol for warding off evil. its mostly used as a protection charm."

stiles admires the charm, the metal silver with the symbol burned into it. it looks like a circle with a line roped in and out of four points of it.

"this, hecates wheel. a goddess of magic, as you probably already know. symbolizes the power of knowledge and life."

this charm is a bit heavier, the stone looking weathered with a scratched labyrinth engraved on it, a distinct 'x' in the middle of it.

"and this one is..." deaton starts before his words trail off. stiles looks at it. it looks like four combined circles, each with symbols inside them. the two across from each other on the side looking like two crescent moons, the one on the top holding a basic pentagram. but he doesn't recognize the one on the bottom-two perpendicular lines forming an 'x' with little swirly lines coming from the middle on the top and bottom.

"what? what does it mean? is it bad?"

"no, it's not bad at all, stiles. the crescents and pentagram are used in another basic protection spell. more protection for the user."

"and the one on the bottom?"

"well, i don't honestly know what it is. its most likely a personal sigil made by the person who made it. but by my guess, based on others I've seen before, it might mean whoever made it has a deep love and affection for whoever they gifted the bracelet to."

stiles thought he was keeping his cool, but scott made extra sure to remind him the following days and the dumbass look on his face when deaton explained the symbol to him.

he didnt know what to do. this had to mean you felt the same way he did about you, right? why else would you gift him a love sigil on a bracelet you insisted he wear? for a second he considered it was a love spell you tried to put on him, but he was feeling iffy about that. mostly about how he wouldn't care that much.

(he apparently admitted that in a sleepy haze when he was sleeping over at scotts, and he's never wanted to die more than when he woke up and realized issac of all people heard him.)

the next time he saw you he tried as hard as he could to act casual. you asked him about ten times if he was okay, and he eventually came up with a good enough 'just a slight stomach bug' lie and regretted it immensely when you invited him back to your house, telling him you'd been practicing making simple health remedies and you had the perfect thing to fix him.

the whole walk to your house he was on edge, his palms feeling sweaty for the first time in his life as he repeatedly wiped them off on his pants. just like the first meeting, you tell him to wait on the couch and he lets out a shaky breath when you leave into the kitchen.

what does he do? does he confess? does he need to? he was so scared that he was being too obvious and maybe that's why you put the sigil on the bracelet, to let him know you returned his affections. but what is he wasn't obvious? and he was basically telling you he only liked you because you liked him? what if-

"stop staring into space and drink this tea, dummy."

he laughs awkwardly and takes the ornate cup from your hand, sniffing the tea before he drinks it. it's sweet but savory, smelling like nutmeg and milk. he can see little flakes and leaves floating on the top. he takes a sip and hums at the taste.

"screw boxing, you should be a professional chef. i'm gonna need you to give me this recipe."

"yeah right. a witch never reveals her secrets." you scoff before sitting down next to him on the couch. you put your arm up on the back and rest your head on your wrist as you cross your legs, your foot brushing against his leg. he nearly spills the tea over his lap.

he can't help but admire you. he had given you a few magazines he'd gotten from stores and stuff to better show you how people were dressing these days, and while you'd hated most of it you took to some trends, wearing a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a pair of combat boots. he tried to focus on the rips in your jeans as to not let his eyes wander up, where you were wearing a leather halter camisole with nothing underneath. he can't help but laugh in his head when he thinks of the word camisole. maybe he was spending too much time around lydia.

"stiles? seriously are you possessed or something? normally you'd be talking my ear off trying to guess exactly what ingredients i used for the tea."

he sets the cup down after taking another long sip and turns his body to you, your eyebrows raising in what he can tell is amusement. most people could easily get annoyed by his theatrics, but after your near trauma bonding at the willow tree, you had always made sure to welcome them with a smile.

"look, i have something to say. which you probably already know, but i need to say it to you anyway to make sure you really know, y'know?"

you blink. "go ahead."

he breathes in and out a few times, his previous confidence suddenly disappearing.

"let me guess, you saw the sigil and now you're going to confess your love to me?"

he goes into a near coughing fit.

"how, well thanks because now i dont have to actually say it, but if you had given me a minute-"

before he knows it you're scooting closer, your faces just a few inches apart. you're staring at him with that same look you had when you gave him the bracelet. his breath is picking up and he bites his bottom lip, your eyes darting to the motion.

"can i kiss you?"

"yes, god yes-"

your hand grips his chin and brings his lips to yours, the intensity and plushness of it nearly driving him insane. he doesn't really know what to do with his hands, settling to just keep them on his lap before your other hand brings them to your waist and squeezes them in place. at this point you're nearly on his lap and that combined with the kiss and the fact he swears he just felt your tongue poke his lip is going to be the death of him.

he pulls away from the kiss and kneads his hands on your hips, able to feel the softness of your skin on the places where the camisole lifts up.

"wow. i mean just...arent you a recluse? where'd you learn to kiss like that? have you like, conjured up clones to practice with or something."

"stiles?"

"yeah?"

"shut up and kiss me again."

"whatever you say, babe."

for the first time in his life, stiles stilinksi thinks everything is gonna work out.

ty for reading! had to tell myself to get up off my ass and write at 3am and wrote about half of this so sorry for any dialogue inconsistencies. love you bye bye.

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Request: Anonymous asked: "Why settle for a Duke when you can have a Prince?" reader is friends with Daemon Targaryen and she is being set up with a duke because her parents don't like Daemon.

The invitation for your family to join the royal house arrived less than a day after a rumour that the rogue prince had returned home. It was because of the rumour your father had tried terribly to find an excuse to turn down the offer.

Unfortunately for him, your entire family arrived three days after the request. “(Y/N)!” Your father hissed as you wandered off in the gardens. You turned to your father and the dreadfully boring young man who had been failing to hold a conversation with you.

“Father!” You said back in the same tone and waited for him to say something. The man stood nervously and looked at your father who sighed. Then he made an oddly stiff face that looked as if he were trying to hold in a sneeze.

“(Y/N).” The familiar voice caused you to turn and you smiled as you met Daemon’s gaze.

“Prince Daemon!” The young man said and bowed. You raised an eyebrow and did nothing more than offer Daemon the back of your hand to kiss. He smiled and did just that, holding onto your hand for a moment longer than he needed.

“My brother has a new garden made up of plants Corlys and I brought back from our respective journeys. Perhaps you would like to see them.” Daemon offered. He had already extended his arm for you to take as your father started to object.

“Father. You could not possibly expect me to snub the king’s own brother.” You scolded and let Daemon lead you away as the prince chuckled to himself.

“Who was the nervous boy?” Daemon asked. You sighed and leaned your weight onto your elbow, against the crook of his arm, arms twined together as you walked at a slow pace.

“Some duke or something. Father is trying to use me to marry his way up in the world.” You said with a sigh. Daemon scoffed and shook his head.

"Why settle for a Duke when you can have a Prince?" He gestured to himself and you laughed.

“You are not arrogant enough to think he would not find some way to have you killed on your wedding night?” You joked quietly and he snickered slightly.

“Fortunately for me, I do not think he would be able to pull something like that off successfully.” he grinned when you gasped and rested a hand over your chest.

“My prince. Such scathing judgement of my father! Though perhaps… truthful.” You both laughed again and began talking about everything and anything you could think of. You paced the Keep together winding a path until your feet ached and you insisted on sitting somewhere.

“My lady. Your father has asked that you join… I mean… I… would like you to join me…” The duke, having found you once you and Daemon had become stationary, stuttered and stumbled over his words. You tried your best to look kind and encouraging though with Daemon failing to hide his amusement beside you it was harder than you wanted it to be. “Your company for the evening.” He finally got out. Daemon’s laugh finally escaped him and the poor boy looked as if he would happily leap down Caraxes’ throat.

“You wish to have a fine lady of Westeros keep you company for the night?” Daemon asked. His tone was accusatory though you, and perhaps his brother, could tell easily that he was joking. The young duke gasped and shook his head.

“He jests my lord.” You said. This relieved the poor creature's nerves. He had, simply put become, a trembling wreck before you.

“(Y/N) is dining with the king this evening.” Daemon said before either of you could say anything more. You turned to Daemon who glanced at you and gave the duke a chance to retreat which he must have taken in a hurry as, when you looked at him, he had gone.

“Cruel beast.” You said affectionately and smacked at Daemon’s arm. He chuckled and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence for a while before deciding to walk around the keep again.

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theheirofthesharingan · 1 month

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Very random but do you have any headcanons about Itachi and by extension Shisui's lifestyle in the modern era? For example, would they use Android or Iphone, or what sort of food preferences they would have like gluten free or vegan? Or what about their workout regimen? Not to mention, the kind of shampoo they would use (sorry if that's too specific)

I personally see Itachi as a very reticent person who would thrive in marathon training outside of any combat training. Do you have any opinions about that or anything related to Itachi headcanons in general?

In the modern AU, I see Itachi going through the same kind of things he does in canon, but on a lesser scale. His dynamic with his family and Shisui would be more or less the same.

Itachi is the Android person. He doesn't like showing off and is content with the simpler things in life. He is vegetarian. Shisui doesn't mind eggs and some seafood.

His favourite person is Sasuke. Obviously. But Shisui is up close as well. There were times in Itachi's life when he had no idea what was going on and Shisui stood beside him. Itachi is always thankful for that.

The only thing Itachi doesn't compromise with is his hair. So, he regularly does shampoo and uses conditioner on his hair. Shisui doesn't really care about his own and if he's running out of time, he doesn't mind using washing powder on his hair either.

Itachi is definitely introverted. Though since in the modern world he might not be training rigorously because he's not a ninja, he'll spend a lot of time studying.

He reads Kafka, Murakami, Plath, Dazai, Dostoevsky, Nabokov, and Camus a lot. Shisui tries to get him to read something else as well but Itachi gets bored of his recs real soon. Shisui and he argue a lot on the kind of books they like. Sasuke just stays out of their arguments because he's more of a comic book person. His arguments tend to be with Naruto the most. And they're never on the same page.

Itachi has a strained relationship with his parents. It's not too bad, but he feels uncomfortable whenever he's home. He knows he's loved, but he can't bring himself to be comfortable with his parents around. His strict father and his mom being an ideal wife have contributed a lot to him being inexpressive. Being a genius, a prodigy, best at everything is tiring. Everyone thinks he's having the best of all worlds, but in fact, he sometimes breaks down because he can't handle it. As if he's not allowed to fail. He wants his parents to be proud of him.

He knows he's the best at what he does. It's not outright arrogance but confidence that shows in his persona. He always ends up stealing the limelight, no matter who the object of centre is meant to be. It occasionally causes a rift between him and Sasuke. No, Sasuke doesn't say it out loud, but Itachi understands that Itachi stealing the attention that Sasuke deserved hurt his little brother. He hates seeing Sasuke sad because of him. Once he understands what is wrong, Itachi always removes himself from the picture, making last minute excuses why he can't make it. It happens with him and Shisui too. But Shisui tries to make him understand that he doesn't mind it and it isn't his fault. Though Itachi won't listen. He doesn't like being inconvenience to the people he loves.

Itachi is Sasuke's rock. Every time Sasuke needs something or wants someone to root for him, he always has Itachi's support. What he doesn't realize is that Itachi needs his support just as much. Itachi finds dinners with his parents comfortable only when Sasuke is around. Sasuke talks a lot, and that's therapeutic for Itachi. Sasuke's presence makes his life so much easier.

Both the brothers sometimes have heart-to-heart with each other. Sasuke mostly rants about his life and Itachi offers his opinions and suggestions, most of them work out for Sasuke. Sasuke wants to know about Itachi too and Itachi has no idea what to say about himself and his life. He doesn't want to burden Sasuke with all that he feels. Not that Sasuke doesn't manage to get some answers out of Itachi. He's understood that asking his older brother questions directly won't help. So he beats around the bush a lot until Itachi begins to speak.

One day when their parents were out of town, Sasuke managed to pry some answers out of his brother, and was horrified to know that the Itachi Uchiha had struggles too.

Ever since they were kids, Shisui would come over to the Uchiha household for sleepovers. And when Mikoto and Fugaku fell asleep, all three kids would indulge in pillow fights. Sasuke and Shisui would gang up on Itachi because that's one of those things that draw some reaction out of Itachi.

#itachi #sasuke #shisui #uchiha brothers #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #shisui uchiha #sasuke uchiha #ask #anon #if these feel sad it's because i spent all day rotting in my bed and crying #and i hope the whole thing makes some sense #itachi hcs #itachi headcanons #shisui headcanons #my aus #sasuke headcanons

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bg3 characters if they worked at publix/safeway/your grocery store of choice:

karlach: in charge of anything that involves moving heavy objects between locations, but also works produce. LOVES helping old ladies take their groceries to the car; will accidentally abandon the vegetables at least once per shift. (she does apologize to the vegetables.) also is a pallet stacking master in the most haphazard configurations that, somehow, miraculously never fall over. frequently posts her monstrosities on r/publix, alongside a selfie of her giving a cheeky thumbs up.

wyll: store manager, in his second year of a master’s degree in public policy. optimistic like a sword is optimistic. WILL make sure you take your mandated break and will hand out store giftcards for a job well done. does not suffer customers who behave badly. is roommates and longtime best friends with karlach; the energy they exude while together either makes your shift bearable or unbearable, depending.

shadowheart: works the in-store coffee counter. probably should not because she always looks vaguely disgusted, annoyed, or bored. the dark circles under her eyes are always there no matter how many espresso shots she sips. has anonymously complained to corporate about the store’s music choices. every new employee thinks they have a shot with her until she hits them with the 👁️😐 did you need something? 👁️😐 and they slink away, feeling chastised for reasons unknown.

minthara: works the meat and/or fish counter. smokes seventeen packs per mandated break. always smells a little bit like red meat. has the most insane combat stories but it’s completely unclear whether she’s a veteran or just someone who gets into situations on purpose. every 20-something employee is at least mildly obsessed with her whole thing, but she’ll only humor karlach. no one knows where she lives.

lae’zel: 22-year-old grocery team lead. typically works the 5pm-11pm shift, but still obviously runs that shit like a navy seal base. has encyclopedic knowledge of grocery store codes and also lore. during mandated breaks she can be found doing one-armed pushups, argueflirting with shadowheart, or scribbling poetry in a notebook. she’s also the pitcher on her college’s varsity baseball team; everyone shows up to her big games and she fails at not looking overwhelmed by joy every time.

jaheira: beloved customer service manager, knows literally everything and everyone. taught wyll everything he knows about not suffering customers who behave badly. often goes mountain climbing with her scary 39-year-old girlfriend astele who owns the smoke shop next door. sells the best weed you’ll ever smoke in your life.

gale: day shift manager counterpart to lae’zel, postdoc who needs the job to make rent obviously. constantly gives aisle directions for the store location he worked during undergrad and shelves the soup cans all wrong. WILL show you photos of his cat. constantly recognized by his booktube fans (he also streams sims 4 builds of classic sci fi/fantasy book locations). he does wear his own merch underneath the uniform.

halsin: that customer who’s very polite but frequently and inexplicably barefoot. he also teaches woodworking and pottery at the youth center down the road. sometimes brings his regular kids to the store for a field trip and those little bags of cheetos. grows the weed that jaheira sells.

astarion: does not work at the grocery store. he worked at the grocery store for two weeks, during which he showed up late every day, insulted customers, and generally behaved like a cat ripped away from his ball of yarn. he only lasted those two weeks because gale (roommate/situationship) begged wyll to give him another chance in a different department. he still lives with gale while finishing up a law degree and can be found loitering in the grocery store, bitching about The Circumstances with shadowheart.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #karlach #wyll ravengard #shadowheart #minthara baenre #lae'zel #jaheira #gale dekarios #halsin #astarion #yell.txt

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raina-at · 1 year

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Experiments in Compatibility

When Sherlock is 16, he decides he needs to find out what the fuss about kissing is about. So he decides to conduct an experiment.

He can’t imagine kissing a total stranger — the practice sounds slightly disgusting and unhygienic with someone he knows, let alone someone who might never brush their teeth — so he decides to try it out with Victor, his one and only friend.

It turns out to be a grievous mistake. Sherlock likes the kissing fine, he also likes Victor fine. But Victor takes his academic interest in kissing and his non-hatred of Victor’s company as meaning that they’re in a relationship now. Which is fine by Sherlock up to the point Victor tries to stick his hand down Sherlock’s pants, and then it becomes decidedly not-fine very, very fast.

Victor is obviously hurt by Sherlock “leading him on”, but to his credit he tries to get over it when it becomes obvious that Sherlock wasn’t so much leading him on so much as their assumptions about their relationship just didn’t align at all. Also, they’re both sixteen and have no earthly idea what they’re doing.

But Sherlock learns two very important lessons from this. One, experiments with sex don’t mix with friendships you want to keep. Two, friends are harder to find than lovers, so prioritise the friendship.

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All through his twenties, Sherlock only has sex with people he doesn’t give a damn about. He also has enough of it to decide that it’s not for him. The list of things he enjoys is very short, and most people he has sex with have expectations he can’t or doesn’t want to meet.

The few times he’s attracted to someone, the attraction never survives the first sexual encounter, and the process often leaves him either bored, annoyed, disgusted or all three.

By thirty, he decides romantic entanglements are more trouble than they’re worth and any bodily needs he can meet more efficiently by himself.

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John Watson is an asteroid strike right into the center of his carefully crafted self-image.

The attraction is immediate, but he can ignore that easily. If only John wasn’t this… interesting.

John is nice and kind and lonely and abrasive, he’s a killer and a healer, he’s a loner who craves company, a soldier who defines himself by service to a higher good, whatever that may be, whose self-esteem is tied to being useful. He’s a deeply damaged, very intelligent, exceptionally capable man, wearing the skin of the everyman, deeply vulnerable yet outwardly stoic, the very embodiment of the stiff upper lip. He’s reliable and unpredictable, angry and calm, he’s the immoveale object to Sherlock’s unstoppable force.

Sherlock loves him. It’s as simple as that. He falls in love with John gradually, helplessly, with opened eyes and fully aware of what’s happening, yet entirely incapable of stopping it. He loves John intensely, honestly, deeply and — unfortunately — passionately.

He loves the colour of John’s eyes and the smell of his hair and the fine golden hairs on his arms. He loves John’s ugly jumpers and his compact strength and the shape of his toes. He loves John’s kneecaps, his capable hands, the economy of his movements, the expressiveness of his face. It’s ridiculous, and highly inconvenient, and frankly distracting.

He doesn’t know what to do about it. He has several options. He could ignore it and hope it goes away, which doesn’t seem very likely to happen. He could end his association with John, but the mere thought makes him nauseous. He could, to use a popular phrase, ‘make a move’. He’s almost sure that he would be successful — John spends a lot of time staring at Sherlock’s lips, chest and arse — but what then? What if he doesn’t like it? What if he loses interest? What if it ruins their friendship? What if John leaves?

And the worst thing about all of this is that he will never know if he doesn’t try it, but trying and failing could have catastrophic consequences, and not in the usual way his experiments fail. A kitchen fire is inconsequential, even mild chemical burns are of no consequence, but he could end up losing everything.

So Sherlock thinks, and broods, and sulks, and does nothing.

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“You want to tell me what’s bothering you, or do I need to guess?” John says one evening, sitting down next to Sherlock on the sofa. He’s sitting far too close, and he’s wearing a patient expression and holding out a cup of tea.

Sherlock spent the last three days turning around the John Watson conundrum in his mind and is frankly running out of patience. So he snaps, “I’m trying to figure out whether sex with you would ruin our friendship. Thoughts?”

John blinks once. Blinks again. Sets down the tea very deliberately. Blinks a third time. “Come again?”

“Bang on the money, John, yes, we’re talking about coming. Sex. You and me. Having it.”

“I can’t believe you just made an orgasm joke,” John says, apparently still trying to process what else Sherlock just said. “So.” He blinks again. Wets his lips (definitely interested, then). “You… want? To have sex with me?”

“Obviously, otherwise we wouldn’t have a problem!”

“The problem is that I don’t actually like sex all that much, and you obviously love it, given your reputation and the number of imbecilic girlfriends you’ve dragged in here,” Sherlock grinds out between clenched teeth, the frustration of the last few months spilling over in anger that’s probably misdirected at John.

“Um…” Again with the blinking. Sherlock hates himself a bit for finding it adorable. “What’s the problem, exactly? Because you want to, and I definitely want to, so…” he makes a 'fill in the gaps for me’ kind of gesture.

John, fortunately, seems to be extremely flattered and keenly interested in getting into Sherlock’s pants, and is apparently prepared to take his irritation in stride in order to get there. “Okay. Um. So. I think… so you don’t like having sex at all?”

“I like some things fine, others not at all,” Sherlock says, suddenly very aware of how close John is sitting to him, how much of their thighs are touching, and that John’s taken his hand and is rubbing his thumb over Sherlock’s finger knuckles in a very distracting way.

“Let’s start simple,” John says, and there’s a small smile playing over his face, his voice is low and he’s watching Sherlock with an intensity that’s both sexy and somewhat intimidating. “Kissing?”

Sherlock nods, suddenly beyond words.

John leans over and presses his lips against Sherlock’s, soft and tender and oh so good. Sherlock kisses back, and before he knows it, they’re snogging. John’s really good at this, alternating deep, toe-curling kisses with soft, teasing kisses and gentle, tender kisses. Sherlock immediately loves it, wants more, knows he’ll never get enough.

After an indeterminate time, John draws back and smiles. “I think we can work with that, what do you think?”

“But what if I don’t like it?” Sherlock mutters, unsure and hating that it shows.

“Then we won’t do it.”

“But what if I don’t like any of it?”

“Then we won’t do any of it,” John says, matter of fact, as if it’s that simple.

Sherlock’s scepticism must show on his face, because John gives him a reassuring smile. “Look. I know it’s not easy, but do you think you can trust me with this, just a little?”

“Well, since I’m inconveniently in love with you, I suppose I’m going to have to,” Sherlock says,

John grins at him, and Sherlock wonders how he can be this happy when Sherlock is this much of a mess. “Well, I’m inconveniently in love with you too. I think with a bit of experimenting, we can figure the rest out.”

“But you don’t like it when I experiment on you,” Sherlock points out.

“This isn’t you experimenting on me. This is us, experimenting together. Big difference.” John pushes a strand of hair out of Sherlock’s face, a gesture so unsexual and yet so tender it makes Sherlock’s heart melt. “I get that you’re scared. Believe me, I’m scared, too. This is big, and there’s little room for error. But the reward is definitely worth the risk, don’t you think?”

Sherlock considers the logic of what John is saying and decides it’s sound. “You make a good point.”

“Wow, Sherlock Holmes agrees with me. Truly a special day.”

“Shut up and kiss me again,” Sherlock says, already looking forward to using this technique every time John berates him about setting the kitchen on fire.

“As you wish,” John says with a soft smile and complies.

Thanks for the prompt, @calaisreno! Written for the prompt Experiments.

Tagging a few of the usual suspects: @meetinginsamarra @lisbeth-kk @jrow @helloliriels @fluffbyday-smutbynight @topsyturvy-turtely @catlock-holmes @thetimemoves @discordantwords @the-reading-lemon @khorazir @hotshoeagain @keirgreeneyes and whoever wants to play!

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fic #my fic #microfic #may 2023 prompts #experiment

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bloodmoonmuses · 5 months

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should've, could've, would've. | bang chan

genre: bang chan x reader with some good ol' angst! warnings: none!

I really could’ve picked a better time to have this conversation, you think as you saunter up to the familiar door.

Despite your intrusive thoughts, you knock four times and, almost as if he were expecting it, Chan opens the door promptly.

“Hey. You’re drenched.” You yank at the hem of your rain soaked sweater and recoil from the feeling of it clinging to your body.

“Didn’t check the weather.” A pause. “Also… I couldn’t sleep,” You add sheepishly. The epithet ends up sounding like more of an excuse than anything, but it’s true. You couldn’t stand staring at the ceiling, thinking of what you were going to say to him, for another minute. It was driving you crazy.

Chan looks down at his apple watch. It’s 2:09am.

“Evidently, I couldn’t either,” he says, rubbing his sleep deprived eyes.

“Well, I don’t wanna bother you so-”

“Oh, shut up. Get in here.” He gently grasps your elbow and guides you inside his apartment. It’s dark, save for the illumination from the two candles he has lit. You inhale. Bergamot. That’s new.

Chan quickly scans your face and you know he can tell you’ve been crying. He can always tell. You divert your gaze and, thankfully, he doesn’t say anything. But he knows. And the fact that he does gets more and more embarrassing each time it happens.

You’re finally made aware of how cold you actually are when you shiver in response to the body heat radiating off Chan.

“Shit,” he says. “Lemme get you some clothes.” Quick on the uptake, and so in tune with all things you. Sometimes it was exhausting. When he withdraws to his room, you take a seat on the navy blue couch you’re all too familiar with.

Maybe I should’ve just gone home. What am I gonna do when I move?

Chan returns with a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. You thank him and go to the bathroom to change. When you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, you almost gasp. It’s fine, you think. Chan is my friend. This is what friends are for.

Chan was the one who recommended taking walks to soothe your insomnia all those years ago, and here you are- still heeding his advice. What he couldn’t predict, however, was that every time you went on said walk, you’d end up in his arms. The first few times were a fluke- awkward, clunky. His embrace caused more anxiety than comfort, and you were under the impression that it wouldn’t continue. But as the years went by, it became routine.

There wasn’t an instant click, not even when your friendship began. Everything was gradual, slow, deliberate. That was what defined your relationship. So when your feelings began to morph into something more than friendship, you weren’t surprised. Because that meant there was only a matter of time before those feelings became bigger than a fleeting spark, or a hand held for hours at a time, or dreams told over gin and white wine.

Now, as you donned his clothes, smelling of detergent and something so distinctly Chan, you were anxious. Anxious to tell him you were leaving, anxious that even the slightest objection from him would make you stay, and anxious that he had that much power over you- even in your head.

But it was your dream. And you couldn’t wait around for your feelings to bubble to the surface. You had to squash them down while you still had the chance. This seemed to be your only chance, unfortunately.

“Wanna talk about it?” Chan asks with soft eyes, extending a mug of tea in your direction. You silently thank him for it with a nod, and go to sit on his couch. He joins you.

“I’m sorry for doing this so often. It must get annoying.”

“You’re not annoying. I’ll say it every time if I have to.” He takes a sip of his own tea, and looks at you blankly. You wish you could read his mind, like he can yours.

“Movie?” He continues, eyes boring into the side of your head. You fight the urge to return his gaze, but ultimately fail. Huge mistake.

Now you wish he'd stop looking at you like that- like this. Like he loves you. Like he’d do anything for you…

“Disney always cheers you up, yeah?”

He picks up the remote and turns on the TV, trying to ease you into some type of comfort. Usually, by now, you’d be divulging every problem to him. The air is suffocatingly thick.

I just wanna talk. Why can’t I say that? Chan, I wanna talk. See? It’s not that hard, you think.

“Princess and the Frog,” he says with a smile. “That’s your favorite.”

“I’m moving back to America.” Your mouth is moving before your heart has time to catch up. “It’s my dream job.”

His eyes meet yours, painfully, as he registers the words that have come out of your mouth. It’s funny, really, with the opening credits of Princess and the Frog revving up in the background… Chan realizes this too, and slowly, he turns off the TV. When he puts the remote back down, his mouth is slightly agape.

“Oh. When do you leave?”

‘Oh?’ That’s it? you think. Your heart is breaking. His tone is so… casual. Almost flippant. Anger flares in your chest for a second and then-

“Uh… in, like, two weeks,” you respond.

“Oh,” he says again.

And with your voice barely above a whisper, you say, “I should’ve told you sooner.”

“Yeah.” He looks down at his feet, shifting uncomfortably.

Now you wanna look away? Look at me. Say something. Anything. Please.

“Well, okay. I’ll see you around.” You get up to leave before the tears start flowing, but your vision is already blurred. “Thanks for the clothes,” You manage to mutter.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…

When you reach the doorknob, Chan stops you.

“Hey. Let me drive you home.” He can’t even look at you, not really. Even now, his eyes are cast towards the hand that delicately clasps your elbow. Nothing forceful, just enough to keep your attention. “It’s raining really hard,” he continues.

“I don’t think I could handle that.” You say, voice breaking entirely.

“Can I give you my umbrella then?” He pleads.

“Uh, sure,” you say meekly. Chan retreats to his room and returns with a black umbrella.

“Here.”

You’re fully crying now, desperate for air, unable to take a full breath.

“Thank you. For everything.” You say between gasps. You reach to take the umbrella, but are interrupted by Chan pulling you into a hug instead.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” he says, the end of his sentence catching in his throat. He holds you tighter than he ever has before. “I’m so proud of you.” He leans back a bit to look at you, and wipes the tears off of your face with the pads of his thumbs. “You’re gonna be amazing.”

Maybe it’s his messy, curly hair- or the pinkish tinge to his beautiful nose, or the overwhelming feeling of him touching your face- it’s too much. Too much to keep those simmering emotions at bay. And you want to touch him, transfer the heat from your body to his, let him know how much he means to you in ways that words just can't- and it’s painful. He’s still cradling your face in his hands. You silently beg him to let go- let you go.

“I love you.” That’s not enough. “I love you so much.” The confession escapes you in a squeak, broken sobs ripping through your chest.

“I love you too. Shh… it’s okay. It’s okay.” Another hug. This one is impossibly tight, like you could disappear at any moment and Chan is the only thing tethering you to the earth.

“No, you don’t get it. I love you more than anything Chan.” Then you kiss him, because the words don’t hold enough weight. You need him to understand- to feel your desperation and unspoken devotion.

It’s a gentle peck at first, so soft it could’ve been imagined. It’s timid and cautious, but it’s real. The fire it ignites in you only makes you want more. You don’t even look to see Chan’s reaction before you crash into his lips again, then again, and again- deepening the kiss and letting yourself indulge in the sensation. Toothy, clamoring, and unorganized. Feverish fervor that leaves your fingertips buzzing.

When you finally come up for air, meeting Chan’s watery eyes, your heart breaks all over again. How much time have you wasted? How many memories had you opted out of in fear? Fear of rejection? Fear of losing your best friend? Fear of being undeserving of a love so all consuming and white-hot? It’s soul crushing.

Chan speaks, voice slightly hoarse. “Two weeks?” It’s a question.

“Yeah. I leave in two weeks,” you say. Chan nods to himself, places the umbrella he’s been holding against the wall, and takes your hands in his.

“Any stretch of time spent loving you is time well-spent. No apologies. No “what-ifs”. No regrets. If this is how I come to love you-”

“But I should’ve-” you start.

“It’s worth it.”

He tucks you into bed that night, the rain and his warm embrace lulling you to sleep, and for a bit- in that space of limbo right before your body succumbs to slumber- you agree with Chan.

If this is how the chips fell, it was worth it. The years of confessions held at the tip of your tongue, the myriad of stolen glances, your quiet love- It was all worth it.

You don’t know what awaits you in the morning. All you know is that you love Chan and he loves you. For now, that’s enough.

#bangchan fic #skz fic #bang chan #skz x reader #bloodmoonmuses #bang chan x reader

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Requisite Disclaimer: I don't see the point in keeping this OC specific but, my game isn't your game etc. etc. I'm coming from a Sub! Marazhai perspective for context but just my interpretation.

So I've been rotating that Act 5 Kiss in my head for too long but I think I've pinned down what makes the Act 5 Kiss work, for me at least. Because inasmuch as the "Marazhai hates kissing" thing is fun, I don't think the actual Act of kissing (with or without teeth) is really what he's objecting to that first time. It's that the Rogue Trader is messing up the Game (ie, the terms of their fling/him teaching them how to be more Drukhari). And I think the Act 5 Kiss, or rather how you get it, is a fun bookend on ending the Game/re-balancing the dynamic?

Long-ass ramble under the cut

So, like I was saying above, the RT and Marazhai's relationship is pretty explicitly a Game that he's playing out of boredom. The Rogue Trader receives "[an education on] the true Aeldari soul" he receives "a fleeting titillation" until it's time for him to become Archon/become a Merc/join the clown show, whatever. He initiates the proposition, and he's the one setting the terms through the whole thing. It's up to the Rogue Trader to stay in their role and meet his standards, or they give up, or he gets bored and leaves. And a major part of his romance is that he's very action over words in regards to what he wants and how he feels.

As far as the first two kisses go, it's not the act itself it's the context imo. The first (bitey) kiss, he initiates, and it's during the lust/murder-high part of the Feast, which is what he invited the Rogue Trader to do. The Kiss Attempt™ by the Rogue Trader is the next morning after all that's worn off. And, granted the scene itself is pretty cozy, considering (he's literally leaning over the RT and telling them not to keep him waiting ie, next hookup) so it makes sense why the Rogue Trader might decide a goodbye kiss is appropriate. But it's a misstep I think because it's too intimate, bordering on sentimental, which is very much not the Drukhari way of doing things (it shows weakness). You aren't lovers in that way, the Rogue Trader is a toy/a pet, fun time is over and he's headed out. To try to pretend more than that is past the Game and an expression of weakness that needs to be put in its place as a "mon-keigh absurdity" as he'd say.

Compare that to the Branding, which is much more his style. It is, for all intents and purposes, a commitment scene, but he doesn't actually say "I want this," he's decided that the Rogue Trader has earned it from him. He talks around, but doesn't even explicitly say, he wants the RT to brand him either, (if asked, best he gives is "well....I mean after I've been so ~submissive~ you would let me just walk around without???? 👀"). And he threatens to walk out if the Rogue Trader keeps asking too many questions because again, he's the lead here and to say so would be to play his hand, which is a major no. If he grabs the RT like he's going to brand them....and it just so happens they have a mighty easy time grabbing that knife from him....well, there's the answer, no words needed. And if the Rogue Trader doesn't grab the knife, well, there's his answer. Y'all don't need to see each other anymore.

Which also makes the final Feast/Big confession hit the way it does because it is the first and only time he's being very direct in how he feels and what he wants, ie. they're equals and he wants the to keep up *all of this* for as long as they've got. And...that's a slip up irt his control of the situation/the Game that the Rogue Trader can exploit. To see:

And for extra juice, the actual threaten to break up line after this is "I am not interested. I think I have played enough with you" which is a nice reversal ie. "testing the limits of who is running the Game." Because if Marazhai's confession is a test, accepting fails it, they were too sentimental. Except he's not actually testing them and he gets genuinely upset and scared at the idea that the Rogue Trader would just leave him like that. Also, (at time of writing iirc), you can't get The Kiss™ if you didn't attempt it earlier at the first Feast. I think it's interesting if, perhaps, that bit of sentimentality made him assume the Rogue Trader was the one who was down bad/being sappy this whole time. Which was fun to play around with before, but now he's caught feelings and the Rogue Trader potentially out-manipulating him on that front only to "abandon" him now is a major blow to his, being, frankly.

And if the Rogue Trader pushes further with the "I do not hear enough pleading in your voice" line, the narration notes he's stuck between "despair and pride" while still refusing to say more because it's not in him to say what he wants with that kind of honesty. And again, like, he's Drukhari so you're never going to get an "I love you" out of him, and he wouldn't accept that from the Rogue Trader in turn, but he doesn't know how to otherwise show that because Drukhari aren't big on straightforward lovey dovey kiss stuff even when they actually feel it. So the Kiss™, a real (romantic) one is an olive branch in the "you don't have to say it but I'll believe you're being honest if you do this" sense but also the Rogue Trader winning irt "the Game is over, show me we're equals, I met you on your level (see: his bullshit), meet me on mine (mon-keigh absurdities)."

#if you made it to the end yay standing ovation because this was way too long jfc #en tee ways #marazhai aezyrraesh #rogue trader #casimira von valancius #<- not because shes mentioned but to mark her playthrough #i didnt like exhaust every dialogue this isnt like holistic meta or w/e cuz again playthrough but yeah #rogue trader spoilers

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years

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Hey, sorry to bother you but I’d like to request if you could write a list of all the things Mammon’s canonically good at- like his talents, his good traits, and things his done that caught your eye or things that just makes you love him. I just want to have a list to remind me of the things that make me love him. Again sorry for bothering you, take care and have a nice day!

It's not a bother at all! I've actually been coming up with this list for about a year now and I've actually spoken about it on this blog a few times too! I keep on postponing posting it cos I figure I should post it when it's finished but new things keep on getting added to it, so this is as good a sign as any to post it!

Like you said everything is based off canon (main story, devilgram, chats, events, manga & anime). I've probably gone into more detail on some of them in my other posts but if anyone wants me to clarify a point lemme know.

I will probably be adding to this with each new detail

Canon* Things Mammon is Good At

*(main story, devilgram, chats, events, manga & anime)

• Analytical

• Supportive

• Hand to hand combat to an extent

• Trapeze

• Balloon art

• Customer service - both as a waiter & as a host/entertaining customers

• Singing

• Dancing

• Chess

• Surfing

• Swimming

• Card games

• Cheating at card games

• Modelling

• Good with kids

• Emotionally intelligent

• Technology to a certain extent

• Cooking to a certain extent

• Maths - his mental maths is faster than a computer's and his answers are all correct

• Debating/winning arguments ?

• Teaching/being a mentor

• Leading the others

• Salesman

• Anything he tries if he puts effort into it/is serious about it

• Rope climbing/rescue

• Thinking on the spot/spontaneous decisions/actions during stressful situations/under pressure

• Inventing things using mechanics, engineering & magic (physics??)

• Multitasking

• Office work/ Sales

• Paper work? Organisation? Anything regarding being a Throne which is basically a Personal Assistant

• Can walk in heels very well

• Flying - either by his own means or with the help of magic objects

• Understanding others' emotions and manipulating them to get what he wants

• Calming down Satan when he's pissed

• Coming up with new extremely successful business ideas

• Designing clothes

• Driving

• Fixing up cars

• If you take just the card art as evidence - pole dancing

• If you're considering AUs, which I am, - he has the ability to rule a kingdom (with MC's help)

• Can talk to crows, command them & get them to spy for him (which he relays to Lucifer)

• Pushing down his own fears for others - Prioritises MC & Luke over his own fears

• With animals - volunteers at a human world dog shelter? Cat person.

• Making jewellery

• Soothing nightmares/getting his traumatised younger brothers to sleep

• Steering/Sailing a pirate ship

• Fastest of the brothers

• Quick draw standoffs/shootouts

• Juggling

• Script Writing

• Film Directing

• Editing Videos/Films

• Facing Interviews

• Agile

• Can waltz

• Really good at whistling - it sounds musical

Bonus;

• I vaguely remember "skating" but I can't remember where it's from so I'm not 100% sure if it's canon

• I don't have the band devilgram with Luke & Beel so dunno if he actually plays an instrument

• this is never stated explicitly in canon but considering he's the best at dancing and he's a really good trapeze artist = he's probably very flexible

*despite being good at all of this his skill level varies a lot depending on how motivated he is, how easily he'll get distracted, how much effort he puts into it, how much he's paying attention etc.

• He's good at sewing & and embroidery, though he can get bored and lose his concentration after a while which makes him pissed off/start spiralling

• Basketball

For example:

- he's still failing maths at RAD despite being very good at it & the best at math from all his brothers

- he made a plan (that included tricking Lucifer, Solomon and Satan) on the spot to steal a book from solomon that worked very well. He lost the whole game because he couldn't be bothered to read the cover of the book to make sure he got the right one - he immediately gave up after finding this out

#asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #obey me mammon #om! mammon #swd mammon #shall we date mammon #om mammon #obey me! mammon #shall we date obey me #swd obey me!

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heyhihellosworld · 1 year

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𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁! 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: This is pt 3 of 'He is not!'

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Notes: Okay I did a pt 3 but now it's done! It's not the best and I really struggle to write more parts to fics with actual good and interesting content. But anyway, I wanted to do one more for a happy ending since I got many pleas for it so hope you like it!

"Bro I'm telling you it's fucking bullshit!" Mason whined, throwing his head back against the couch. Ben smiled sympathetically at his friend, leaning back in his seat.

"What should I do?" Mason asked, looking at him with pleading eyes, begging him to give him the magic answer, the answer that would fix this whole mess.

"I don't know, I'm sorry but I don't" Ben sighed "talk to her" he shrugged, it was the only thing that could possibly make it right.

"I know but how the fuck am I supposed to do that when she isn't responding and ignoring me. I tried to ask Jack about but he ignored me and when I nagged him he fucking slapped me!" Mason whined

Ben tried to stifle a laugh at the memory but failing miserably. It had been an intense training and Mason really should have seen it coming that day, going after Jack like a puppy and it wasn't like Jack had punched him hard, just a little gesture to shut him up and it had worked, very well. "Don't laugh!" Mason whined, pouting angrily at Ben who composed himself as best he could "Sorry" he smiled, straightening up in his position.

"But I don't know Mase, that's all I can come up with so just find a way to talk to her, find out where she works or make Jack take her... no you know what don't talk to Jack right now maybe you'd end up with a black eye" Ben sniggered but Mason didn't find it as amusing, sending Ben a death glare. "Just fix it you idiot" Ben laughed, patting Mason on his shoulder before standing up and moving past him towards the kitchen leaving his grumbling friend alone.

"I told you he is not coming y/n, you'll be fine. It's just me and a couple of the lads that you already know" Jack tried to convince you

He was stood in the opening to the living room, trying to convince you to come to a dinner which you didn't understand the meaning of. You were happy on the couch, watching slow tv and snacking.

You sighed in defeat, your shoulders relaxing as you nodded faintly

"Fine but if I see him i'm gonna scream" you threatened as firmly as you could but he didn't seem to take it that seriously as he chuckled, quickly biting it in as he saw your glare. "Okay okay let's just go" he laughed, guiding you out of the house.

It was honestly a nice restaurant, nothing too fancy but not shabby either. You smiled at the boys who sat there it was John, Ben, Reece, Declan and Saka all sitting and waiting for the two of you.

"Ah good to see you" Ben who sat the closest out greeted as you slumped down next to him, returning the greeting

"Now we're just waiting for Mase" Reece hummed after you had all greeted each other, looking over the menu in eager to order already.

You froze in your seat, mind turning into a whirlwind "We're waiting for who?!!" You exclaimed, head shooting around to meet Reece's shocked and slightly terrified expression as you glared murderer at him.

"Uh-Mase? Is that-... is that not okay?" he stammered, searching the table for help but not getting any as everybody looked very busy looking down at the table

"Who invited Mason?" Jack barked, eyes boring into Ben who wriggled nervously in his seat staring down into the table.

"Ben you asshole" you whined, throwing your head back against the boot couch. "I'm sorry okay! But he begged me to invite him and you should just listen to him, let him explain" Ben tried, looking pleadingly at you.

You groaned, rubbing your hands over your face "Beeen"

"I'm sorry y/n" he mumbled, looking down again. You shook your head standing up from your seat. "I'm just gonna go, see you all" you muttered, hurrying out of the restaurant before anybody could object.

A few deep breaths of fresh air and you felt okay, raising your head and calming down. It was beautiful outside, the sun setting casting a pink light over the sky, people were calmly walking down the street hand in hand. Peaceful and calm you breathed, smiling to yourself as you'd taken yourself out of the situation.

You turned around to walk down the street but then suddenly the calm was over because only a meter away stood Mason with his gorgeous brown eyes, his styled hair and ridiculously stylish outfit. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you closed your eyes, you didn't want to see him because, first of all you were hurt over the situation and second of all you just didn't know what to say to him because the truth was that you had been nothing and therefore it felt weird being mad at him.

Before you could say anything he had walked to you, pleading you with his eyes and body to hear him out.

"Please, all i'm asking for is five minutes of your time in a quite place"

You looked down, sighing at how easily he got his way before you nodded "Fine, five minutes and we'll go to your place" you decided, knowing it would be nothing good coming if Jack were to see Mason in his house and taking this sort of talk on the street wasn't an option.

The car ride was awkward and stiff, you didn't say anything and neither did he, it was all just sticky with tension but neither of you wanted to break the silence. He didn't because he was scared to say the wrong thing and you because you simply didn't wanna talk.

He guided you through the building and into his apartment.

You took off your shoes and walked into the apartment. It was almost unbearable, the tension just laying in the air and hovering like it was about to engulf you both.

Mason followed you timidly. Sitting down in the love seat opposite the couch to allow you some space which you were grateful for.

Your tongue fleeted around in your mouth as you waited for him to open his mouth but he looked too flustered to do so.

"So, talk" you demanded, not bearing it anymore but Mason didn't seem to know what he wanted to say anymore. He had been so adamant to make you hear him out tonight but now when he had convinced you and you were sat here on his couch he didn't know anymore.

"Mason" you sighed

"Uh-yeah I mean..." he begun, taking a deep breath before settling his eyes on the floor.

He sat leaned forward, his arms crossed over his thighs as he wet his lips with his tongue.

"I just wanted to talk to you.." he sighed, letting his eyes meet yours for a second before moving to the room beside you.

"You know... I do really like you and I didn't really know what to do when those pictures were spread and you just dissipated from me"

"Well what should I have done Mason? I know I am not with you by any means but I still need to have some sort of self respect don't I? This is to push it" you motioned to the two of you

"I know and I don't blame you for it.. but y/n these pictures are not what it seemed" "It dosen't matter Mason, I don't need an explanation, I'm not your girlfriend and I don't demand a reason I just can't be fucking around with you if this is what it's gonna be like because I can't do that to myself"

"But I am not! Those pictures where not like it seemed like!"

"Mason" you tried but he was already worked up, voice raising and body going stiff

"It was nothing with her! I just met her at a club!" he exclaimed

"Mason! I swear if you shout I will leave, talk to me calmly or not at all" you spoke firmly making him look down on the floor again.

"Sorry" he muttered, breathing out a long breath

"So it was nothing and it's not what it seemed like?" you repeated his words

"No"

"So you didn't sleep with her?"

Mason didn't answer but that spoke loud and clear anyway.

"So it's exactly what it seems like?" you chuckled ironically. You watched as his shoulders raised and slumped as he sighed finally meeting your eyes for real. You kinda wished he didn't though because they were too full with emotions, making you feel way too much.

"I did okay I did but in all honesty I truly regretted it afterwards, like you said we weren't together but I did really like you, I do really like you and I don't know why I would fuck up like that but I did and I do truly regret it." You shook your head, not knowing what to say. "So" you deadpanned, looking straight into his eyes.

"What exactly do you want me to say?"

Mason shook his head with an annoying smirk on his face, it wasn't a genuine smile, more a snarky grin that annoyed you further.

"I don't know y/n, I'm sitting here saying that I like you"

You couldn't help the sarcastic chuckle that left your mouth

"Are you kidding? You're sitting there telling me you liked me but you also told me you fucked a girl under the same period, what do you expect from me? To throw myself at you?"

Mason sighed, diverting his eyes to the floor as he dropped his head "no.."

"Then what, what did you wanna get out from this conversation?"

Mason clicked his tongue, his arms flexing as he moved his position in the seat.

"I don't know, I wanted to know what you thought, and I wanted you to know how I feel and that I... I guess I want to get to know you better"

"So.. let me get this straight..." you began, feeling a bit astonished by him at the moment

Mason looked a bit unsure as he settled back in the love seat, tongue poking out from the side of his lips.

"First of all we fuck and start to chat and talk, we fuck again and talk, then after one fuck you act like a fucking dick, then a day after it's all fine again and then, then you fuck someone else" you ranted, shaking your head as you spoke. "You are just a teeny tiny bit confusing, no actually you are extremely confusing"

Mason pursed his lips, he looked unsure of what to say or do in the moment "I don't know... I guess it is in your hands.." he tried "I told you I like you and I get how you may feel but I do and I am sorry so I guess.. it's up to you if you wanna keep getting to know me or not"

You looked at him and sighed, "I don't know Mason"

He clicked his tongue before leaning forward in the seat, leaning against his palms. "Then what do you want to happen?" he retorted causing your eyes to roll at his witty comment.

"I don't know Mason" you told him honestly, looking up to see his face. He looked soft, eyes still holding that pleading hint.

"I know my actions don't exactly match what I say" Mason began, carefully eyeing you from under his lashes.

"But I do like you, a lot"

You pursed your lips, feeling unsure.

You liked Mason and he had been a lot of fun but he had also acted like a dick and then it had felt almost embarrassing when the pictures had been spread of him with another girl. He hadn't done any technically wrong but it still felt like he had played you and you'd promised yourself you'd had more self respect from now on but here you sat again, looking into his way to gorgeous eyes not knowing what you wanted anymore.

If he was the Mason he had been partly, the nice fun and sweet guy who cared for you and asked you if you'd come home safely you wanted to get to know him but if he would be the asshole that had ignored you after you spent the night at his or the one who slept with other girls you didn't want it, not at all.

"I'm not saying we need to get married tomorrow" Mason smiled jokingly, trying to light up the thick mood slightly "All I want is you to say that you won't ignore me and that you'd be open to speak with me"

You let your smile reach your eyes as you dropped your head. "I am not saying that I want anything" you said firmly

"But, I won't ignore you and I am open to chat with you and see where it leads"

Mason grinned, his eyes sparkling in delight from where he sat across from you.

"Do you own a phone?" Jack gruffed, glaring at you as you walked into the living room only to see Jack sitting moodily on the couch, a frown on his face and arms crossed over his chest.

You bit your lip, trying not to grin at him trying to look mad but in reality he looked like a little kid trying to get his will through.

"I do, I just don't have it glued to my hand"

Jack didn't acknowledge your answer but just huffed

"You gave him another shot?" he grunted out, looking pointedly at you as you stood in front of him

"I did not give him another 'shot'" you declared "I just said we will talk and then see where it goes, if anything else should happen I want to know more and see if he is actually into it because I refuse to feel that humiliated again"

Jack pursed his lips which made you roll your eyes

"Aw come on Jack, don't be like that"

"Fine, I said what I said" he nodded before his face softened slightly "But I also saw how much he did regret it and he technically did nothing wrong"

He pulled a grimace, like he had said something wrong "except from leading you on and telling you how he liked you and wanted to get to know you and then sleep with someone else and he did sleep with your multiply times whilst telling you he liked you and then slept with someone in between, nah he did act like a dick" he decided, his frown making you smile

Jack sighed "But maybe, just maybe he is serious about getting to know you, and maybe he isn't an asshole, at least not as big of an asshole"

You smiled, slumping down on the couch beside him smiling even harder as he wrapped an arm around you making you lean into him "I love you Jack, I really do" you said softly

"I love you too kiddo" he smiled back, kissing the top of your head

"All I'm asking is no sex where I can see you"

You giggled "let's see if he is even serious first before we get there again" "Good idea" he mumbled

"Can't believe it" Jack sulked, clicking his tongue in disappointment whilst you just grinned at him "Come over it big guy" you joked, patting his shoulder

"What! You are wearing the wrong shirt" he sulked, glaring murderer at the color of the shirt you were holding out "I promised him tonight!" you chuckled, tucking the shirt over your hoodie

"Can't believe it" he repeated, looking at you disgusted as you turned around to show him the back "It's not okay" Jack decided, shaking his head "Just tonight" you promised but it didn't convince Jack that it was okay in the slightest. "It's a Chelsea shirt!" he continued "and it's number 19! Plus it has his fucking name on it"

You laughed, the laughter bubbling out of you which made him smile finally and give up "Fine, just tonight but don't tell me any details of why" he grimaced.

"It's nothing dirty" you promised "I don't think so at least" you added, rolling your eyes at his disgusted face. "But he wanted me to go out with them later to meet his mates so I promised him I would wear it for tonight"

Jack nodded, accepting your reasoning. "Fine but if Walks asks you you are not my sister for the night"

You grinned, taking his arm as you walked out to the car "It'll be fine, don't worry. I can handle old Walks"

Jack laughed, smiling at you as you both went off to the stadium"

Okay this is it, I didn't end it like you wanted maybe, but I don't want to write it further so this is it! :) It's a pretty happy ending at least even though I didn't write in detail about them getting back together.

Thank you so much for all the feedback and love on these fics! I really love your comments and everything, it makes me want to write so thank you all! x

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crab-instruments · 8 months

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The Crime Lord’s New Groove Part 5

Master <Part 4 Part 6>

Pairing: Silco x GN Reader

Summary: You find that your boss, Silco, has been turned into a cat.

Warnings: none

a/n: I'm not dead, just listening to podcast about people with delusions of grandeur, and maybe that's where this story will end up.

Smuggling cat-Silco into his office was much easier than getting him out. It helped Sevika could glare anyone into submission, forcing them to look down at the ground while you carried the precious cargo that was your boss.

You and Sevika tore the office apart, searching for any clues. Random cursed objects, cat claws and whiskers used for a sacrifice, even Shimmer tainted catnip. There was nothing, though it’s not like either of you knew what to look for. Besides, neither of you spent enough time in the office to know if something was out of place.

The cat himself clearly had other things to do. You watched as Silco tapped objects around with mild interest, using some to test the gravity in the office. A small pile of trinkets and pens amassed on the floor as time went on. Every once and a while, Silco would sit his scruffy-looking ass down, tail wrapped over his front paws, and stare holes into you and Sevika. His look was bored, as if expecting to be entertained. Neither of you knew what he wanted, so he would go back to tapping objects.

“So, what you’re telling me is… you know nothing.”

Never taking your eye off a pen as it rolled under the desk, you responded dejectedly. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like I didn’t try. However, I think I’ve gone above and beyond the call of duty here.”

Sevika scoffed. “Right. You have no answers and no leads but you definitely deserve a raise.”

You groaned and swiveled your head toward the golden armed warrior. “It’s not like I was here when it happened and I already told you my suspect is—”

“A lady with no appointment, who said something, and left without anyone noticing.”

“Yeah so, I mean, that’s not nothing—”

“There are many ladies in Zaun, you moron, it barely narrows it down.”

“I’m not exactly an expert in therianthropy or shapeshifting. I work behind the bar most nights! Y’all don’t even trust me enough to do inventory, so I fail to see how this is remotely my problem.” You dug the heals of your hands into your eyes and sighed, annoyed at how unlucky you were to have been the one to have found Silco. “Do you remember what that old hag looked like, from yesterday? She was the last one you saw come in here, right? Could you describe her enough so I could draw her face and see if we can use that to ask around?”

It was quiet for a moment. You looked up to see both Silco and Sevika staring at you incredulously. Raising your arms in question, you glared back at the two.

Sevika huffed, “You can draw? I’ve seen your handwriting, it’s dogshit.”

Underpaid and underappreciated, you wondered why you even offered and why you were still here. You grabbed a pen off the floor and some loose paper, making room on the messy desk. The sketch of the woman’s face started out generic, a base for Sevika to go off of.

It was all going fine until a few lines started to get out of hand and the pen became difficult to use. You scowled at Silco, who was much closer and swatting the moving pen. Lifting the pen out of reach, you frowned, trying to convey your annoyance. No emotion showed on his face, only focused on his target.

A silent battle was fought between the two of you. Silco looked at you with defiant eyes. This was Silco’s desk, pen, paper, and office, and if he wanted to play with the pen, it was his right. However, you were trying to help make him not a cat and his little paws were interfering with that work. After a few seconds, you made your attack. You lifted Silco up, keeping him at arms length, and placed him on the chair all while ignoring the deepening scowl the scruffy feline gave.

“If Silco remembers what happened while he was a cat, he’ll kill you. Maybe worse.”

You sighed, “He’ll have to get in line. Just tell me what the lady looked like.”

Silco accepted his fate, stretching his claws into the seat of the chair, walking in a circle, and curling up into a fluffy ball.

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After pulling the details out from Sevika, which was more difficult than you could have imagined (like it was Sevika’s job to keep them secret and close to her heart), you had a sketch to go off of. When you had a moment to finally look at it, you were sure you messed up somewhere.

You turned to Sevika, the sketch outstretched in your hands. “Is this what she looked like?”

“Shit, that looks just like the woman. It’s almost like you’ve seen her before.”

Silco snapped his head up, eyes bleary from sleep, now alert. He uncurled himself from the chair to leap onto the desk for a better vantage point. A single paw tapped your wrist impatiently a few times until you laid out the sketch on the desk. Silco took a few steps back, taking in the portrait. His head tilted from side to side before he pounced on the paper and looked up at you, meowing in approval.

“Even Silco agrees.” You rubbed your face, giving yourself a moment to think. “Well, the good news is, I know who the woman is.”

“Really? Who?”

“My landlord.”

Seivka stood and started making her way toward the door. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get going.”

“Wait! But I live there! I can’t go accusing my landlord of witchcraft, she’ll evict me.”

“How is that my problem?”

You sputtered, thrown off kilter by Sevika’s lack of empathy. “Where would I live?”

Before Sevika could answer, Silco meowed loud enough to startle you both. He held his presence as if he was human again, demanding respect and attention. It was easy to forget how powerful he was when he looked so cute and fluffy.

“Silco will reward you for helping him, of course.”

Sighing, you considered the offer. Realistically, you couldn’t say no to Silco anyway. “Fine, but let me talk to her first. I’ll try to negotiate nicely and if that doesn’t work, you can be the bad cop.”

The golden armed brute looked toward that cat sitting on the desk, waiting for approval. Silco sat up straight, regal as always, and looked between the two of you. He nodded and blinked slowly. It was a weird scene to experience, waiting for a cat to dictate the path of your future.

The same cat that started grooming himself on top of the desk.

“The boss has spoken, let’s go.”

Part 6

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guiraguira · 10 months

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Hello! I saw that you posted how guys would react to a naughty video of his gf, can I ask Gentaro x fem reader, who pranks Gen by sending her a picture saying she's horny but really she's just bored being alone?

It's okay if you don't want to write it, but there are so few Gentaro stories u.u

Was a lie ✨

Hi! That possibility had not occurred to me, but of course! Plus it sounds like a lot of fun!

Warnings: A bit of a hint about sex, but nothing overt. spicy photos

Gentaro x reader

It was already your second day off that you didn't spend with him because his schedules don't match, you knew he was in a meeting with his editor and hopefully, maybe he'll be back by nightfall, they could still share some time together, but it wasn't the same.

You're about to send him a message just to wish him luck in the interview when it occurs to you that you could play a little prank on him. Followed by your good luck wishes, you ask if it really is a long time before he arrives.

"I know, sorry honey... the meeting hasn't started yet" after taking some time he writes another message "I'll make up for it, I promise it won't happen again" you feel a little guilty for what you're going to do after reading that last one.

Lying on the bed, you undress keeping your underwear, placing a hand on your crotch and squeezing it with your thighs, looking for the best angle before taking a photo and sending it "Gentaro, I don't think I can take much more" just a few minutes pass before he sees it.

Your message remains seen for a long time, you can see how he tries to write something but he deletes it repeatedly before finally replying to you. "It must be a joke, but thanks for the photo I'll save it well" oh, well it may be very obvious but don't let that win you over.

"Do I have to send you a video too?" This time he didn't answer, you thought he definitely hadn't fallen so you changed back, and you just went to bed to use your cell phone until you got bored. You were so bored being alone, you had nothing to do, not even your friends were available today.

You thought about cooking something to entertain yourself for a while, so you started looking for the ingredients to make a dessert. Taking a last look at Gentaro's chat in case he had responded, but he hadn't.

While you cook you keep thinking about how sad it is that their schedules don't match. Your mind wanders into future plans about his upcoming dates, picking a place to go immediately after he gets back. This time there would be no way for him to fail.

You were about to finish when you heard the front door open and the noise of footsteps at full speed in your direction. Without time to react, you remain paralyzed in place as you see Gentaro running with all his things in his hands, without seeing you with the sole objective of reaching the room.

"I'm here honey!" For a brief moment there is silence again and his footsteps become softer "s/o!" He opens the bathroom door, but since you're not there either he walks more slowly looking for you until he reaches the kitchen "s/o?" His face can barely express the confusion he feels.

"Gentaro? You didn't have a meeting?..." they exchange glances waiting for someone to explain "you sent me that photo and I thought... I was too late?" You blink without understanding what it means, until something clicks in your brain. "Oh, I was lying!" You laugh because you didn't think your joke had worked, it wasn't in your plans for him to leave the meeting in order to come and please you.

"Lying?" He says that word like he doesn't know it, he can't believe he fell for a joke. He feels so silly, but he was so excited to play with you. A mischievous smile begins to grow on his face as he slowly approaches you. "You won't get out of this so easy my pretty little heart and I'm not lying"

Trapping you in his arms, he tickles you with his fingers until you cry a couple of times. He interrupts your laughter by giving you a totally anticlimactic hungry kiss. He loves the sound of your laughter and will do everything he can to protect it, but he loves your moans even more, plus he has to make you pay for your little prank.

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hallows-evening · 4 months

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Skaterbeetle fic based (kinda lol) off of this drawing!!! (Skaterpartybeetle if you squint..) Enjoy ^w^

I made this VERY late at night and while tired as heck so I'm sorry if there's any typos or things are worded weirdly, brain was not braining /silly

It's cold outside, so Pest and Infected decided to warm up in Poob's apartment while they were away shopping.... and then Pest finds an interesting discovery about Infected.

⚠️ This is a tickle fic, if that makes you uncomfortable then move on!!!! ⚠️

NSFW / PROSHIP / FETISH DNI

🍂 Ler!Pest, Lee!Infected, Ler!Poob at the very end :3

Infected yawned and stretched, snuggling closer to Pest laying behind him. They were both (or was) watching T.V. and whatever was on at the time, which happened to be some sort of cartoon about objects.

Pest was bored out of his mind, and he was getting agitated over how Infected had made them watch it and there he was, dozing off.. in his arms. His agitation lessened seeing him look so comfortable, but he needed to figure out a way to keep Infected awake since he didn't want to suffer this show alone. Their hands felt cold, and an idea popped into his head on how to warm them up.

He slowly moved his four hands to Infected's waist, stopping when he sniffled from his allergies. Pest chittered. "Psst." Infected drowsily opened his eyes, and mumbled out, "Huh? wat?" Pest smiled.

"My hands are cold, I thought you could help me warm them up?" Pest adjusted them both, shifting to half laying on Infected. "Whuh... how?" Confused, and a bit scared at their sudden friendly facade, Infected sat up slightly, head now resting on the couch armrest and looking at Pest nervously. It was never a good sign when Pest actually smiled at you, especially when it looked as mischevious as it does now.

Pest turned his head and focused on the T.V., still smiling. "Is this fine?" They moved their hands up Infected's shirt, earning a gasp from him, with a little hint of something else. A giggle, it sounded like.

"DUDE your haNDS!!! Are FREEZING!!!!!!" He shifted on the couch, not sure how to feel about the freezing cold hands laying on his stomach and sides. Other than the ice cold sensation, the soft pawpads on Pest's hands, and the blunt yet sharp claws, it tickled. Infected blushed, squirming and growing more nervous and reaaally hoping the giggles bubbling up in him would dare not escape.

Pest chuckled. "Well.. it's working. If you don't mind." He turned his head back to Infected, somewhat surprised at how flustered he looked already, but not missing the wobbly smile he was trying but failing to stop. "You okay?" They softly trailed their fingers up Infected's torso. He jolted with a soft and giggly yelp. "GEHEHT YOUR HAHANDS OHF-" Infected yelled and playfully swatted at Pest, accidentally smacking their mandibles, making Pest's head tilt down.

He growled and slowly looked back up at Infected, noticing the fear but also playful excitement in his eyes. "You asked for it." Infected moved to grab Pest's hands from up his shirt, opening his mouth to say something.. but all that came out was a shriek as Pest started tickling his belly with one set of hands, the others against his sides.

Infected bucked, making Pest decide to sit on his legs to make it where he can't accidentally kick him off the small couch. "PEHEHAHAHAAST??!????" Infected laughed, anything else he wanted to say being lost to the giggles and wheezes spilling out of him. He flailed his arms frantically since he couldn't put the energy into kicking his legs, using them to either try and stop Pest's attack on his torso, or to cover his face in embarassment. Infected couldn't remember the last time somebody actually tickled him, the closest thing to it having been from when his cat Poptart would do biscuits on him. Having his boyfriend do it to him literally? Whole other territory, exciting but scary territory.

Pest lessened the tickle attack on him, taking in his reddened cheeks from smiling so much and melting at the affection he was receiving. Infected breathed in, before falling into another bout of giggles as Pest moved his top set of arms to tracing his ears and jawline, and the lower moving down to his hips. Infected let out a squeal as they poked and scritched them, the soft fabric of his pajamas making it feel more tickly. He was so focused on trying to grab Pest's hands that he hadn't noticed that they had lifted his chin until he was forced to look straight at him. Ruby red looking into deep amethyst.

Pest stopped tickling him momentarily to plant a quick kiss on Infected's lips, finding him being shocked at it hilarious. Infected whined, smiling and covering his face.

"Hey. You. Why are you hiding your face?" Pest teased, gently grabbing Infected's arm and pulling it away from his face. "You're- YOU ARE makINg ME- SNRT-" His eyes widened at the sound he just made and the jolt he felt as his knee was squeezed. Oh that jerk.

"NOHOHOT COOL DUHUHUDE!!-" He snorted again, Pest finding amusement in it. "'Not cool dude!' Exactly why I'm doing this, I'm trying to be a warm dude." They adjusted themself, letting Infected's legs free but still squeezing and scribbling his fingers under his knees. They took note of each squeeze and the snort and giggle and laugh that it produced, surprising himself with the joy he felt making Infected laugh like this.

Pest quick squeezed one of his knees, making Infected kicked out. Pest dodged quickly, grabbing his leg. If they hadn't moved out of the way in time, he would have been socked right in the face, and Pest let out a growl at that sudden realization. "Did you just try to kick me? Did you really?"

Infected tried pulling his leg back, getting nervous at the glare he was receiving from Pest. "Reflexes!! You know! Dr. Retro has a little hammer-" His excuse was interrupted by himself barking out a laugh and bouncing at the electric sensation of Pest using a claw to scribble his socked sole. "Mhm yeah, we all know about the reflex hammer."

He tried desperately to yank his leg back but to no avail, Pest being so much more stronger than him. Infected knew he probably wouldn't last long with those claws of Pest's and the soft material of his socks, a terrifying duo he did not want to experience (although.. he wouldn't admit this, but he kinda did). His blush deepened and his heartrate got faster as Pest continued to hold down his ankle, glaring at him. "I'm sorryyy.." Infected whined.

Pest's eyes became half-lidded as he looked at him, almost with a tired expression. "Yeah. Uh huh. Sure. I'm sure you're very sorry." They quickly grabbed Infected's other ankle before he could stop them, holding both down with his top set of arms. Infected sat up fully, about to try and grab Pest but at that moment they struck his feet with soft scribbles and pokes, taking advantage of the fabric between their fingers and Infected's foot. He scream-laughed, loud enough that Pest was a bit scared one of the neighboring residents were going to come check in on them.

Infected slammed back down on the couch and tilted his head back, cackling hysterically and flopping everywhere where he could. It felt like being electrocuted, the sensations making his brain melt to where he couldn't think a single coherent thought. He wrapped his arms around his torso, not sure what to do with them anymore as he laughed his heart out. In his flailing, he ended up knocking the pillows under him off the couch, making Pest scoff. "Poob's gonna get upset seeing their pillows scattered everywhere right after they just cleaned." Infected let out a snort at that, and Pest looked up and towards his face, heart melting at how happy and at ease he looked (other than the violent flailing that was happening at the same time.) His goofy smile and joyful expression, his fluffy hair turning into a mess as he shook his head, they found it adorable.

They were surprised at how sensitive Infected was, finding it interesting all the little spots that made him tic. It reminded him of Poob, in a way, with how you could barely touch them and they'd be a giggly mess just at the teasing and anticipation alone. Pest was so into his thoughts that when he heard Infected's laugh getting wheezy in a worrying way, he snapped out of it and and they stopped their onslaught on his feet, letting his ankles free.

Infected instantly gasped for air, giggling hysterically and quickly pulling his legs up to his chest. He sniffled and wiped the tears off his cheeks, feeling lightweight and dizzy. Pest slithered up to him and wrapped his arms around him, resting their head on his shoulder, their hair tickling his neck and making Infected let out breathy hiccups.

After around 10 minutes of just laying together in an embrace, they both stilled at the sound of the door unlocking, opening, then closing, and they both nervously turned to look in the doorway. Poob stood there, holding a few bags of groceries and hair ruffled with a few bits of snowflakes on their jacket. "Seriously? On the couch?" They laughed, setting the groceries down on the breakfast table. Both Infected and Pest blushed, Infected scrambling and falling off the couch ungracefully and making Pest laugh.

"Pest was tickling mEeeEe!!! Under the guise of WARMING HIS HANDS." He said dramatically, leaning against the couch and wiping his face, not even trying to stop the smile that formed on his face at the realization of what happened settled in. He felt like his heart would burst if he even dared to look at Pest.

Poob smirked and leaned on the doorway threshold. "Oh, was he?" they said smugly, moving towards Infected and wiggling their fingers. He yelped, scooting away from Poob's fast approaching figure but accidentally falling right into Pest's arms. He trapped him, grinning as Infected struggled and Poob closed in on him. "Poob has been out in the freezing cold, you should also let them warm up." He teased, making Infected blush and stammer, his voice getting high pitched. "t-thErE'S NO WAY THAT actUALLy WORKED????"

"Pest's right, I'm freezing. I gotta see this for myself!" Laughing and playful yelling ensued.

#MICROWACING THEM IN MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW......#doing a little spin..#sfw #sfw tickling #tickling #tickle content #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic

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hannahssimblr · 5 months

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Chapter Twelve (Part 5)

By now, Marnie has wrangled her way into a conversation with Jude at one of the tables near the bar, and I want to go over and eavesdrop on them, so when I order pints for the table I try my best to hear them over the pumping music.

“So we were queueing for hours to get into this really cool club,” Marnie is saying to him. “ It’s like, you have to wear black and you’re not allowed to smile otherwise they won’t let you in. Like no matter what time of day it is people are always queuing, it’s just, like, that Berlin party lifestyle, it never stops. Anyway, the club was called Berghain…”

“I know.” He says in a very bored voice. “I know that because I live in Berlin, and Berghain is a very well known club.”

“Right, right.” She says, wavering. “Well we didn’t end up getting in after all, they turned us away at the door, we were so mad, we couldn’t believe it.”

I glance quickly at them and she’s leaning in to him so she can talk in his ear, her arm draped over the chair behind him and her knee pressed against his thigh, while he’s staring blankly into the middle distance and chewing the end of his straw.

“Yeah, so I think they turn people away when they know they’re going to ruin the vibe for everyone else in there.” he tells her.

“I don’t think we were going to ruin the vibe, we were the vibe, I guess there was like, too many people in there already or something.”

“Wild.”

The barman hands me three pints and I take them back to the table, disappointed that I can’t eavesdrop any more. I sit in a seat facing them this time so that I can keep an eye on them, not sure why I’m so enthralled by the scene, whether it’s because I’m afraid that Marnie will score with him, or because there’s a part of me that wants to watch her fail. I wonder if either of those things makes me a bad or a selfish person.

Thankfully the conversation at the table has moved on from Dean and the myriad of things that might be wrong with him, and now instead they’re talking about the latest episode of Breaking Bad, which, obviously, I have seen, so I gleefully chime in with my opinion of Skylar White and why she’s objectively in the right.

“She just annoys me though.” Complains Shane. “She just never lets Walt do his thing.”

Jen argues back good naturedly. “His drug dealing thing? His putting his wife and son in danger thing? Come on Shane, look at it from her point of view, any wife and mother would feel the same.”

This causes Shane to launch into another argument which Claire backs him on, and before long all four of us are talking over each other trying to get the next point in, Jen and I desperately trying to defend this fictional woman, but it’s all so fun, and I wish I could have more times like this with my friends rather than there always being something fraught or difficult happening.

I happen to be looking over at Marnie and Jude the moment that she purrs something into his ear and slides her hand to his inner thigh seductively. He simply picks her hand off him, stands up and goes to the bathroom, letting her hand flop back onto the seat. Her eyes start darting around the room to see if anybody saw her get rejected, so I avert my eyes quickly. She looks small and vulnerable now, alone at the table, but I can’t bring myself to feel bad for her.

A few moments later, Dean comes out of the bathroom and slumps next to her, his head is lolling forwards and she pats his arm and tries to make him drink some water, which he refuses. She gives up and sits there silently sipping on her drink while he’s all but passed out by her side.

When Jude returns from the bathroom, he walks right by Marnie’s table and heads towards us instead. “Who are those two ghouls?” He asks me when he sits down next to me, following my eyeline towards the miserable duo at the table.

“They’re my… friends from college.” I admit.

“That girl is…” he shakes his head as though he doesn’t have the vocabulary to describe her. “She was telling me all about, like, her weird boyfriend who’s okay with her having sex with other guys and how she’s getting into Japanese bondage or something. Offered to tie me up in his house if I came home with them.”

A shocked laugh comes tumbling out of me. “Really? And what did you say?”

“Well obviously, Evie, I gave her an enthusiastic yes.”

I stare at him dumbly for a moment before I realise he’s joking. “The only acceptable response.” I say to him.

He nods. “It was such a good offer, I truly couldn’t pass it.” He laughs to himself, bewildered. “No I mean, really, I asked her why she’d said that to me, and how she thought I was going to respond to it and she didn’t have anything to say.”

“Well, I’m sorry, I’m kind of embarrassed that she said those things.”

“No. What? It’s fine. As for that other guy though…” He nods towards semi-conscious Dean and my stomach drops with dread. Oh God. What’s he going to think about him?

“Did he say something to you?” I ask, trying to hide my desperation from my voice, and the corner of Jude’s mouth twitches up into a half smile. “Not much, he just tried to sell me coke in the toilets.”

I feel myself going very still. “Oh.”

“He’s so out of it, when I walked in he was trying to do a bump off the wall mirror.” He laughs like he thinks this is a really funny anecdote, but I don’t. To me it’s a little bit horrifying and I have to shield my face with my hands. “Oh God.” I say. “I feel so stupid.”

“What? Why?”

“I thought he was just drunk.”

“Oh, no, Evie, that guy is fully out of it, he’s gurning his jaw and everything.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! He pulled out the baggie in front of me and all, I’m sure.”

“That’s awful.”

Jude leans back in his seat and watches me with growing concern. “You know, Evie, it’s not really that awful. It’s just a bit of coke. Everyone is on coke.”

“What do you mean?”

He shifts uncomfortably, and once again I’m feeling like I’m the only one who’s not in on some big obvious piece of information. He scoots a little closer to me and his eyes are empathetic, searching. “I mean, yeah. I thought you’d have known already since you live here now. Everyone here does drugs, like, all the time.”

“I didn’t know.” I knew that Marnie took pills sometimes, of course because I’d blatantly seen her doing it, but all of a sudden all of those frequent trips to the bathroom that everyone’s been making each time we go out to a bar or a club make perfect sense and I can almost feel something clicking into place in my brain. No wonder they were all so talkative. “So am I the only one who cared about those scary anti-drug ads on TV? Who actually listened when they warned us about them at school?”

“No, like, alright not everyone everyone is doing them I’m sure. I may have been exaggerating.”

“All I can think of right now is that picture we all had to look at of the man who blew a hole in his nose and the meth lady with scabs all over her face…”

“It’s not… yeah I mean that can happen if you go nuts I suppose.” He breathes out a laugh. “But it’s like anything else in life, if it’s fun then people are going to do it.”

“Do you?”

“Well, I have done. Not lately…”

I look at the others at the table, still engaged in their lively debate. “Shane and Claire don’t.”

“Oh, definitely not.” He glances at me “Does that make you feel better?”

“Hm.”

“I really feel like I just dropped some horrible information bomb on you. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be, I feel naive more than anything. ”

“It’s fine.”

“Oh yeah, absolutely, it’s completely fine.” I force my shoulders to relax and look up at him. “So do you think I should get with the times and do some coke now?”

He chuckles. “Yes, I can see that for you, it’s very much your style.”

“It’d be weird if I did, wouldn’t it? I can’t imagine it either.”

“Well, whatever you do, make sure it’s because you want to do it. Not because they want you to.” He nods knowingly towards Marnie and Dean.

“Well, I think the first thing I want to do is leave this party.” I admit. “Honestly, I can’t think of much right now except for how hungry I am.” My hands move to my stomach which is growling furiously, asking me to feed it for the first time in days.

“You’re hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m absolutely starving.”

“Do you want to get food somewhere?”

“It’s probably too late to eat, though, I bet everything is closed.”

He pulls out his phone to check the time and shakes his head. “No, I know a few places that will still be open. We’ll get everyone moving and get you some food, if you want to.”

“I feel bad asking, but yeah, honestly I do want to.”

He interrupts the conversation between the three others. “Evie wants to get food. Any of you in?”

Shane starts to answer but Jen quickly puts her hand on his arm to stop him and says, “No, we’re fine here. You two go.”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Go ahead, we’ll meet you later.”

Jude glances at me. “Are you alright if it’s just me? If you’d rather wait until later or bring Claire…” He looks at her and she smiles sweetly back at him.

I consider making her come with us but… fuck it. “No it’s okay, Claire, you can stay. We won’t be long. I’ll go with Jude and we’ll meet you back here in like half an hour.”

“You sure?” She says, big eyes filled with worry.

“Yes! It’s fine.”

“Alright.” Jude grabs his coat from the back of a chair and tugs it on. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I say, zipping my own coat up to my chin, and I turn to lock eyes with Claire who gives me a little nod and a smile. I’ll be here if you need me. She seems to say.

“You better mind her.” Shane says to him jovially, but something distinctly threatening flashes in his eyes and I give him a sharp look, wishing he’d just relax.

I start bundling up my bags of gifts, almost leaving the bag with the condoms there ‘accidentally’ before I decide against it at the last minute and snatch them up too.

“You really don’t mind leaving your own party?” Jude asks me as we head out.

“Not at all, get me out of here, quick.”

He snorts. “Okay, well, after you.”

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mirageofadesert · 8 months

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C-Drama Review: My Journey to You

Broadcast: iQIYI, 2023, 24 Episodes Genre: Romance, Wuxia

My Rating 7/10

A beautiful show with a promising premise, ultimately disappointing with a poorly realized asynchronous story-telling and unsatisfactory ending.

Acting: 6/10 World-building: 7/10 Production: 9/10 Storytelling: 4/10 Pacing: 7/10 Re-watch Value: 6/10 Bonus: for Jolin Jin's and Tian Jiarui's characters. One of my favorite big sister and little brother!

Summary with minor spoilers: My Journey to You tells the story of two assassins, Yun Weishan (played by Yu Shuxin) and Shangguan Qian (played by Lu Yuxiao), who are sent to infiltrate an enemy sect territory, the Gong residence, disguised as potential brides. However, their respective objectives are in conflict with each other, and so are their targets. They encounter two very different young masters and their respective families. Young Master Gong Ziyu (played by Zhang Linghe) surprisingly attains the title of Sword Wielder of the Gong family, but faces accusations about the legitimacy of this status and title. Only by completing three challenges can he prove himself and take up his family's legacy. He falls in love with Yun Weishan early on, meanwhile Shangguan Qian future husband Gong Shang Jue (played by Cheng Lei) distrusts his new bride. In a balancing act, she must win his trust without revealing her true intentions. Thus begins a dangerous game, wherein the lines between friend and foe are blurred. The price? Freedom from the oppressing employers - and their own survival.

My review - spoilers ahead!

The show started out incredible promising: A captivating premise, a darker tone in both cinematography and theme, beautiful sets and costumes, decent special effects and a different voice for Esther Yu. And while the show had great moments, it overall failed to deliver what it promised. So what went wrong?

The short version is that the show suffered from the typical shortcoming: mediocre acting, misguided directing and bad writing.

Esther Yu and Zhang Ling He never stood out to me as particularly great actors, and this holds true in this show as well. However, I don't think the problem with My Journey to You can be blamed on their unconvincing acting, but is rather a product of the direction the writing took them.

The tension arcs get boring really fast: Again and again the female leads are in danger of being exposed (or better: exposing themselves), but by the third time it doesn't feel exciting anymore. The other major plot line is the conflict surrounding the succession of the sword wielder title, which I was never able to care about. I think a different story-line for the ML would have greatly benefited the drama. Trying to make the audience care about him by putting a lot of emphasis on his hard childhood early on in the show, didn't work, because it felt so irrelevant compared to the backstories of the other characters. It didn't give him depth, it actually took it away. Therefore, the dynamic between the main couple wasn't working either - she was too cold, he was too immature for them to create any interesting chemistry.

The second couple not only had the better written characters, their storyline had more suspense. I have seen mainly Esther Yu being criticized for this drama, so my potentially controversial opinion is, that it's actually the fault of the dull main storyline and the bland ML.

The other big problem are the poorly build-up plot twists. Some of these plot twists themselves were great, like the switch of the medical document and the death of the little sister. While these were great plot points, the narrative build-up wasn't. In retrospect, it made sense we got so much information about the MLs unhappy childhood and complex relationship with his parents, because that build-up both to the medical record swap and the betrayal of the older brother, however... it was just done in such an annoying way, that it made the ML look unnecessary whiny and the storyline boring.

As the show progressed, they increasingly used the element of time-jumps and flashbacks to tell the story. There should have been a better way to deliver tension and twists, than constantly making jumps in order to catch the audience off guard. Part of the fun in mysteries like this is to make guesses while watching, but that only goes so far, when it is all in the editing and crucial information is simply being withheld. And what made this even worse, it that the final plot twist (e.g. the brother coming back) was so predictable, all the asynchronous story-telling wasn't even necessary!

Worst of all was the ending: A twin sister out of nowhere? A villain that was poorly build up? No resolution for the second couple? A cliffhanger for a next season that does not fit the tone of the first 23 episodes and is unlikely to ever happen? Frustrating.

It wasn't all bad: The supporting cast was great. Ryan Cheng, Jolin Jin and Tian Jiarui were amazing! The dynamics between all the other couples were engaging as well. Gong Zishang was my favorite comic relief in any cdrama, and she gave the whole show such a unique vibe! Tian Jiarui's character was right done my alley - I just love my twisted little psychopath in emotional turmoil!

Just one last thought ... please no more Chen Duling? She has been in most shows I have watched this summer and has failed to charm me every time. She is a decent actress, but the type casting of "sad, whiny girl" isn't doing her any favors.

Overall, I think this was a decent drama. I still would recommend you to watch this show, especially if you value intriguing characters over plot!

#my journey to you #cdrama #cdrama review

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