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shijiujun · 3 months

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A Summary: The Spirealm | 致命游戏 (Kaleidoscope of Death 死亡万花筒 Live Action) & Why You Should (Eventually) Watch It

Talk about the most short-lived drama release ever, not even totalling two hours if I recall. Creating this summary as I've seen a handful of confused friends, so here it goes!

It's going to be a long review because I sped through all 78 episodes and only properly watched the first two doors, but I got you. You'll get both the brief book rundown and the drama parts!

If you just wanna see the bromance (LOVE) parts please skip to section 4!!!!

1. Overview

Title: The Spirealm (kinda awful I'm sorry it's a mouthful) or 致命游戏 which means fatal game

Adapted From: Danmei (BL) Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu

Novel Prints: There are GORGEOUS Thai, Vietnamese, Simplified and Traditional Chinese versions printed, AND Singapore publisher Rosmei has signed the license for the ENGLISH version, probably going on sale this year (preview is here). You can still access fan translations by Taida on I think wordpress and someone else on Tumblr sorry bad memory (they did half and half each) if you'd like to read it for context. It is one of my FAVE danmeis EVER and I am a die-hard OG book fan, check out my full danmei review here.

Total Episodes: 78 (20 minutes each with the exception of last episode which 10 minutes, with several BTS not that I think we will get to see all of them yet)

Where to Watch (LOL): Erm considering that iQIYI China AND International took the episodes down, there is no legal way to watch this, BUT thanks to some cnetz with super fast and great wifi, we managed to get ripped HD versions without subs. iQIYI is very hard on copyright though, they've taken down several subbed and unsubbed versions already on YouTube, but you should type the titles of show into Twitter and the top tags will tell you where to access the raws and very little subbed episodes, that may also be taken down at any point. I have the Chinese raws but as it's hosted on a cloud, I had to pay to access it.

Main Characters: Lin Qiushi & Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie (in the novel) and Ling Jiushi & Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie (in the drama)

Produced By: iQIYI so for SURE they won't film it fully BL even if the original is, but I've seen enough bromance cuts

Main Actors: Xia Zhiguang (Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie) + Huang Junjie (Ling Jiushi)

2. Summary

Book (drama follows closely if not removing the supernatural premises): Lin Qiushi, a designer, opens the door to his home one day from inside and sees 12 iron doors outside. Confused, he opens one of them and arrives at a snow covered village in the mid of winter, and meets Ruan Baijie, who's a pretty, unusually tall and whiny/timid woman. They realise that they're in a horrifying door game, and they'll have to find a door and a key to get out, while battling a long-haired, human-eating deity. They, along with a few others, have to survive day after day until they get out, and on the first night, two people have died in gory ways. Ruan Baijie and Lin Qiushi partner each other, and despite seemingly timid and crying all the time, she saves Lin Qiushi a few times mysteriously, and Lin Qiushi finds himself trusting in Ruan Baijie.

They get through the door together and when they leave successfully, Lin Qiushi realizes that the people who died in the door will die in real life by some freak accident too - car accidents, forced suicides, a robbery gone wrong, a lift trapped in the air and going ablaze, and more. That night, Lin Qiushi wakes up to see a super handsome and tall Ruan Nanzhu at his bedside and this man feels familiar to him, but he can't put a finger on it. All he can think of when Ruan Nanzhu says his name is Ruan Baijie (ahem he would later find out who it is of course). Ruan Nanzhu takes him to his mansion in the suburbs where he meets a group of other people just like them, who're forced to go through the doors for survival. Ruan Nanzhu then invites him to join Obsidian, his organization.

Through various doors, Lin Qiushi grows and supports a super intelligent and powerful Ruan Nanzhu, falls in love with him, gets through many many scary doors with him and some of their other team members, makes friends, loses them to the cruelty of the doors as they ponder over what the door means, and what being alive/dying means.

And at the end of it, at the end of of it all, when they're all good and living their life, Lin Qiushi also finds out what Ruan Nanzhu's secret is, and the lengths to which Ruan Nanzhu went to, just to be with him.

Drama: Ling Jiushi is a VR game designer who gets pulled into a game, and he meets Ruan Baijie (in his male form) right off the bat (SO NOT CROSSDRESSING I AM SAD). All the parts are actually the same as the novel, albeit with the game setting and Ling Jiushi and Ruan Nanzhu's identity adjustments to suit the game premise. Most of the other doors and their lines are the same, just that the ending is a bit more confusing than it could be. There's a big bad as well and they actually show the opposing organizations when in the novel, these other organizations aside from Obsidian didn't even actually have a face or goal to them.

3. Characters

^ Them in the book (based on manhua that never got to go live LOL) (RNZ/RBJ left, LQS right)

^ Them in the show (LJS left, RNZ right)

Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie: MY HANDSOME CROSSDRESSING INTELLIGENT ALOOF BUT WHINY (WHEN IT COMES TO LIN QIUSHI) SASSY BOSS!!!! He's super mysterious and super thick-skinned too, and all he wants is Lin Qiushi's attention the moment he meets him. He's intrigued by Lin Qiushi's calm and his brains and the way he handles things, and has a lot of trust for him right from the get-go. This is also shown in the drama itself. As the leader of Obsidian, he cares a lot for his team members and his friends even if he doesn't show it most of the time, and the last thing he wants to do is lose Lin Qiushi, and he would do ANYTHING for Lin Qiushi, ANYTHING!!! Just look at him whining:

Ling Jiushi (Lin Qiushi): In the novel he's super calm, has quite a lot of brains, a little bit of a blur in the beginning but he's super smart as well. Worries a lot for Ruan Nanzhu and is also a loyal friend to some of his only friends, and feels a lot when he loses them. Falls gradually in love with Ruan Nanzhu in the novel, like they just belong together. In this drama, Ling Jiushi holds that same trust for Ruan Nanzhu, but in demeanour he seems a bit more like a klutz and and not as cool as he was in the novel, but I guess it's acceptable. Literally like the only thing he loves more than RNZ (maybe) is his cat Chestnut LOL and RNZ is NOT really happy about that but Chestnut LOVES RNZ

Yixie and Qianli: CUTEST TWINS ;-; WHO TREAT RNZ and LQS as their big brothers LOOK AT THEM BOWING AND RNZ/LJS like parents LMAO

A handful of other characters who will keep turning up and get your hearts ;-;

4. ALL FAVE BROMANCE MOMENTS + TROPES

THEY TOUCH EACH OTHER A LOT LIKE HOLDING HANDS AND TOUCHING FACES, PIGGY BACKING?!?! DID I MENTION FACE TOUCHING

WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP THEY HELP EACH OTHER WHEN HURT OR GET HURT FOR EACH OTHER

AND WHEN THEY WAKE UP IN BED THE OTHER IS AT THEIR BEDSIDE

AND DID I MENTION HE FEEDS HIM IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

AND THAT THEY DATED UNDER THE FIREWORKS LIKE THE NOVEL DOES NOT EVEN HAVE THIS SHIT

AND THE KABEDONS

AND FINALLY RUAN NANZHU RIZZ OMG

5. Settings

They REALLY OUTDID THEMSELVES. THIS JUST FROM DOORS 1-6:

THEY LOOK EXACTLY LIKE THE NOVEL DESCRIBED!!!!

6. Overall Thoughts

PROS: This was NOT a cheap production, I'm telling you, they followed the cases very well and there're a lot of super recognisable lines, if not ALL of them, even if they changed the cases a little. I think they did it because in the novel originally, the author DOES leave a lot of details hanging like someone dies and you know he had a background and there are some shady things happening but the author NEVER actually goes into detail. So the drama did their best to cover these loopholes, even if it felt a little awkward at times. Money went into settings and attires and every damn thing, this looks EXPENSIVE. And if you've ever imagined each door and the bosses inside in your head, you might have felt chills go down your spine because damn did they really colour the book's settings for me (despite its differences). DID I MENTION that Xia Zhiguang really got the damn memo and he was a passable Ruan Nanzhu/Ruan Baijie who knew how to turn on his BL eyes. PLUS they really did some of the character deaths really well - they're technically some of the biggest parts of this story so ;-; (not two main of course)

CONS (maybe): They did away with the supernatural/horror premise and replaced it with a GAME premise, which means that there's a scientific element to it and the try to explain away stuff with the game, including the ending. I don't 100% get the ending, but the feel/vibe is about the same. Might not be for hardcore reader fans tho! They skipped out on a couple of doors, some of which were my faves, but it's fine, it's long enough LOL. They give away/explain some of the clues and surprises super early which means you don't get that added boom at the back as well. Despite that, I have to say they tried to round up the loopholes from the book as much as they could and give it an explanation while tying elements/conspiracies across doors (probably also to save cast fees LOL). And as always it's not a solid ending, it's an open confusing one, and even more confusing than the book itself because THERE IS NO CERTAIN HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH HUBBY for it (there is in the book tho, they live together happily every after). Secondl,y, I'd say HJJ's acting is a bit stiff and OOC compared to the novel, but Xia Zhiguang really made up for it.

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HOPE THIS HELPS YOU GUYS!!! But I guess if you need subs it's going to be a long LONGGGG ride, considering that iQIYI doesn't seem to be going to be able to put it up anytime soon CRIES.

#the spirealm #致命游戏 #zhi ming you xi #kaleidoscope of death #kod #kod la #danmei #dangai #bl drama #asianlgbtqdramas #死亡万花筒 #lin qiushi #ling jiushi #ruan nanzhu #xia zhiguang #huang junjie

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wannaeatramyeon · 8 months

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Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse: Part 2

Part 1 here. G/N. You still work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. Some bizarre characters return.

Your first day on the job, your boss had told you to greet everyone that comes through the door in a cheery voice and with a customer service smile. All you could think was fuck that.

He told you it was so people could approach you for help, as if your uniform wasn't a huge flashing sign, and so potential shoplifters would be deterred. Again you think, fuck that, because at the first whiff of any danger you're going to go hide somewhere secure and out of sight. There ain't no way you're risking your life for a minimum wage part time job.

Except now you're on your own and sure it comes with a little bit of danger and wariness but you don't have to and don't plan on greeting any people again.

So you thought.

You spot him a fucking mile away. DG strides through the doors and you're not sure to ignore him completely or to say anything.

It's like he wants you to acknowledge him from the furtive glances he keeps giving you but something about his shifty behaviour makes you keep your mouth shut.

Heavens, hasn't this guy ever heard of subtle. He's in an all white get up once again, hat on, mask on and the most eye-catching blinging Chanel necklace known to man. You think you might go blind if you stare too much at it.

So does he want attention or not?

"Hi," he says, standing in front of the counter. He's empty handed.

You want to say 'Hi DG, going for discreet tonight huh?' or 'Sorry your last album sale sucked' or 'I heard they're cancelling you for bad mouthing BTS'. None of them feel right. You settle on "Welcome. How can I help?"

He asks if you recognise him this time and from the way your eyes bug out to say obviously, he then proceeds to ask how.

You pause because you don't know whether this guy is serious or whether there's a hidden camera somewhere.

After what feels like ten minutes, but in reality is probably ten seconds, you gesture at him. At everything. His hair, his white outfit, his necklace. It’s not exactly like he’s going to blend in with the crowd, is it?

He gives you a nod and leaves.

You watch him exit and proceed to climb into the flashiest car you have ever seen, parked right in front and across three (one, two, THREE!) handicap bays.

You think he's most definitely an attention seeking narcissist.

The guy that bleeds all over your floor comes in again.

You know it's him because he apologises for bleeding all over your floor and that he scared you so much you called the police. In all honesty, you completely forgot about it but even the mere mention of that pisses you off.

"It's fine," you tell him even though it's not, not really, but at least this time he's not bleeding and he has apologised twice already so as long as he's not gonna be weird, you'll accept his apology.

Except he does turn out to be a weirdo because he gives you a grin and you think he looks pretty cute even with his lip and nose scar, then he makes it weird with a wink and you think what even is this, who winks at people anymore.

He must have mistaken your cringe for encouragement though, as he continues to ask if you need any help with your shift and he can call the boys to help you out tonight as an apology for the other week.

You're not sure if this is a pick up line or if it's a threat. Either way, you decide it's the latter as you make up your mind that he must be a psychopath because only a psychopath would wink at strangers.

You tell him no. He doesn't seem deterred and tells you his name is Jake. Your first thought is to cover the name badge pinned to your chest but he's too quick. He says your name, and that he hopes to see you again.

You give him a nod and hope he leaves.

This oddball in sunglasses is unbearably smug as he slides his ID over to you.

You check out the date of birth and it's fine.

"It checks out," you give his ID back and ask him to pay for his cigarettes.

"Don't you have anything else to say?"

You frown at him because what does he want you to say? Like oh I knew you were a Capricorn (or is it Aries or Cancer. You don't know, you don't really know your signs). Or does he want you to comment that it's a flattering picture of him on the card because in all honesty, it's not.

Still, he obviously expects something because he's standing there not doing anything.

"We take cash, card or you can pay through your phone."

That isn't what he's looking for. He tenses up, and you think he rolls his eyes at you but he's got sunglasses on-

Oh. This black eyed bastard. Does he expect an apology for the last time? Well you're not apologising for shit, you're just doing your job. It doesn't matter if he's of age. Rules are rules. No ID, no sale.

You stare at him instead with your polite customer service smile that actually means leave me alone. He stares back.

You stare. He stares back.

You stare - and you think that you must look like an idiot just standing there with a vacant smile but it's worth it in the end because the guy sighs, pays for his cigarettes and leaves.

Good. You hope he chokes on the smoke.

When your temper has cooled, you also feel a pang of sympathy as you wonder what sort of hard life he has had to look like that at 20. Poor guy, he really should quit smoking.

You're sitting outside on the curb on your break. It's technically loitering, your manager told you the first time he saw you and you consider hitting him because not only do you have to stand under terribly unflattering lights and deal with the goddamn general public for hours - now you can't even sit outside and breathe some fresh air?

Somehow you manage not to, which means you never got arrested for assault and that's pretty good, you suppose. It's nice to not be arrested.

Anyway, he's not here now, and he's not here most shifts so you loiter to your heart's content. You make sure to loiter extra hard tonight.

"What about this? So much better than fucking Duke Pyeon, right?" Someone comes up to you with music blaring out of tinny speakers. You consider sprinting back and locking yourself in the store. It's 4am and nothing good comes from speaking to strangers at 4am who like to blare shitty music.

Except he's not a stranger because you recognise the music style. It's so bad that you know that there is no way two different people on Earth would come up with the same sound. In fact, it actually gives you such a visceral reaction that you look for anything close by to jam in your ears.

There's nothing and you want to cry. For a brief moment you consider bashing your head into the ground.

You hold back, contemplate saying it's fine except you can't bring yourself to lie when it’s so clearly not. It’s not fine at all. You think it might be what the military or covert agencies play to torture people.

You don't look at him, keeping your eyes glued to anywhere but his face and mumble your break is over and rush back in.

He doesn't follow you and you give a brief thanks to whatever great overlord is looking over you and protecting your sense of hearing.

You wonder if that guy is actually part of an elaborate plan from your boss as punishment for loitering, or if he somehow knew you took an extra seven minutes on your break yesterday and he’s now taking extra precautions so you’re not stealing any more company time.

The hair dye guy is back, this time buying another colour.

You recognise him from the H on his forehead and you know that he has unsuccessfully dyed his hair because if his hair looked like that last time then there's no way you would have even noticed the H.

It's awful. Blotchy and patchy and you're certain that you don't stock that colour. How on earth...

He tells you he's studying to be a hairdresser.

You never used to think hair could feel pain, but you distinctly hear millions of tiny screams from your own head when it realised this butcher might one day get his hands on innocent people's locks.

Just when you're on your way home, one foot out the door, you hear someone call you.

"It's me, Y/N!"

Maybe the voice should be familiar but you don't place it at all. You look at the guy towering in front of you with a blank face.

"Daniel." he says, as if that should jog your memory.

Who?? You say nothing.

"Daniel Park." You look him up and down and think what the fuck, this isn't right.

"Daniel. Park." he stresses as if you're the insane one and it's perfectly acceptable for apparently some guy you haven't seen for a year to say hi but look completely different and sound completely different.

You're not an idiot. You know puberty is a thing but jesus christ. It can't be him. Even the bone structure is completely different.

"Ok." you say because you're still not sure if this guy is Daniel or whether he's just crazy. You're 99% sure it's the latter and keep one hand in your pocket, ready to attack with pepper spray.

Although if this is Daniel Park, you wonder how good the plastic surgery technology is these days because you wouldn't mind adding an extra inch or two to your height.

"I'm just in the middle of working out," he says, "in a junkyard." he adds and you wonder what is happening in the world. This guy is definitely insane.

You're a second away from pulling out the spray but then he tells you he's gotta go or else he's going to get beat up (Again. What the fuck.). He says it's good to see you and you tell him likewise because that's the correct thing to say.

You hope you never see this crazy person again but most importantly you think about resigning because this store just seems like a magnet for freaks.

Maybe you can get a job at your boyfriend's Taekwondo studio. Surely the fact you know nothing about Taekwondo wouldn't be an issue.

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism fic #lookism dg #jake kim #gun park #vin jin #eli jang #daniel park #wannaeatramyeon #feels less cracky than pt 1. still cracky tho

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afeelgoodblog · 1 year

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The Best News of Last Week - March 27, 2023

🐢 - Why did the 90-year-old tortoise become a father? Because he finally came out of his shell!

1. New Mexico governor signs bill ending juvenile life sentences without parole

New Mexico Governor Michelle Lujan Grisham has signed a bill into law that prevents juvenile offenders from receiving life sentences without eligibility for parole. The bill, known as the No Life Sentences for Juveniles Act, allows offenders who committed crimes under the age of 18 and received life sentences to be eligible for parole hearings 15 to 25 years into their sentences.

This legislation also applies to juveniles found guilty of first-degree murder, even if they were tried as adults. The move puts New Mexico in a group of at least 24 other states and Washington, DC, that have enacted similar measures following a 2021 Supreme Court ruling.

2. Promising pill completely eliminates cancer in 18 leukaemia patients

An experimental pill called revumenib has shown promise in curing terminal leukemia patients who were not responding to treatment in a long-awaited clinical trial in the United States. The drug works by inhibiting a specific protein called menin, which is involved in the machinery that gets hijacked by leukemia cells and causes normal blood cells to turn into cancerous ones.

The pill targets the most common mutation in acute myeloid leukemia, a gene called NPM1, and a less common fusion called KMT2A. The US Food and Drug Administration granted revumenib "breakthrough therapy designation" to fast-track its development and regulatory review based on the promising results of the trial.

3. Spain passes law against domestic animal abuse

Spain has passed a new law on animal welfare, accompanied by a reform of the penal code that increases prison sentences for those mistreating animals. The law will make compulsory training for dog owners, and will prohibit them from leaving their dogs alone for more than 24 hours.

It also mandates the sterilisation of cats, with exceptions for farms, and increases the penalties for mistreatment of animals to up to two years in prison, or three years in the event of aggravating circumstances.

4. Bravery medals for women who raced into 'rough, crazy' surf to save drowning girls

Elyse Partridge (far left) and Bella Broadley (far right) raced into dangerous surf to save Chloe and Violet from drowning.(ABC North Coast: Hannah Ross)

Bella Broadley and Elyse Partridge saved two 11-year-old girls from drowning at Angels Beach near Ballina, an unpatrolled beach in Australia. The younger girls, Chloe and Violet, became trapped in a rip and overwhelmed by waves and the current. Bella and Elyse jumped into action, using an esky lid as a flotation device to help them swim to the girls. Elyse helped Chloe back to shore while Bella swam further out to help Violet.

Elyse and Bella were on Wednesday named on the Governor General's Australian Bravery Decorations Honours List, which recognised 66 Australians for acts of bravery.

5. Almost every cat featured in viral Tik Tok posted by Kansas City animal shelter adopted

Let's find homes for the rest

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6. A 90-year-old tortoise named Mr. Pickles just became a father of 3. It's a big 'dill'

These critically endangered tortoises are native to Madagascar and have seen their numbers decline due to over-collection for illegal sales on the black market. Captive breeding programs have helped produce new radiated tortoises, but the species still faces extinction in the wild.

That's why the arrival of these hatchlings, born to 90-year-old Mr. Pickles and his 53-year-old partner Mrs. Pickles, is such great news. Mr. Pickles is considered the most genetically valuable radiated tortoise in the Association of Zoos and Aquariums' Species Survival Plan, and the births represent a significant contribution to the survival of the species.

7. EU strikes ‘ground-breaking’ deal to cut maritime emissions

The European Parliament and EU ministers have agreed on a new law to cut emissions in the maritime sector. The law aims to reduce ship emissions by 2% as of 2025 and 80% as of 2050, covering greenhouse gas, methane, and nitrous oxide emissions.

The European Commission will review the law in 2028 and will decide whether to place carbon-cutting requirements on smaller ships. The agreement will also require containerships and passenger ships docking at major EU ports to plug into the on-shore power supply as of 2030. Penalties collected from those that fail to meet the targets will be allocated to projects focused on decarbonising the maritime sector.

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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Devildom Public Holidays

Summary: headcanons of a list of public holidays celebrated in the Devildom.

C/W. Suggestive in Asmo’s birthday part.

First, Devildom didn’t use the word “holiday” for their public celebrations and days off until very recently. The reason was because “holiday” came from the word “Holy Day”, which means Christian religious celebration days such as Christmas, Easter, Whitsun, etc.

However, the exchange program changed that. The Devildom now uses the term “holiday” but with much secularized meaning only. The same is applied to any holiday they adopted from the Human World.

Fixed holidays

January

January 1 - New Year Day

Two-day celebration: New Year Eve & New Year Day

The Devildom adopted this holiday from the Human World one year after the first year of the exchange program ended, per the request and desire of MC.

Celebrations are not different from the Human World. There are fireworks, parades, singing & greeting each other “Happy New Year”, etc.

February

Sadly, no day off, except weekend 😔

March

March 11 - Birthday of Lord Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony and Lord Belphegor, Avatar of Sloth

Three-day celebration: March 10 - March 12

Demons of Gluttony are allowed to eat more food while demons of Sloth don’t do any manual work during the celebration.

Demons usually hang the sign of Gemini ♊️ on the door(s) of their houses during the celebration.

Twin demons born during the past year are given a special demonic blessing by ministers of Three-Legged Crow god.

April

April 9 - Birthday of Lord Leviathan, Avatar of Envy

Three-day celebration: April 8 - April 10

Demons of Envy and otakus participate in demonic services in honor of Ruri-chan and other anime/manga girls.

A three-day game tournament is held in honor of Levi.

Navy parades on Devildom rivers and seas. Salutes by cannon are also performed on large ships during these occasions.

For the Navy, the celebration lasts until April 11, one more day than normal demons.

May

May 15 - Birthday of Lord Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust

Three-day celebration: May 14 - May 16

This day is dubbed by many demons of Lust as “Fuck Day” and they don’t just say, they do the deed. However, traditionally, this day is associated with freedom to express oneself and the positivity of carnal desires.

Beauty brands usually gives out discount and sale off during the celebration.

June

June 6- Devil’s Day and Birthday of Lord Lucifer, Avatar of Pride

Seven-day celebration: June 1 - June 7

Devil’s Day is considered one of the most important celebration in Devildom. It’s like a new year to its citizen.

Carnivals, fireworks, parades, cannon salutes are held many times during the celebration.

Devildom’s Classical Music Association holds a yearly musical performance and opera in honor of Lucifer on June 5, the day before his birthday.

Devildom’s Painter Association even has its members to paint a peacock and put the works in a contest to see who can paint the most beautiful peacock of the year.

Walking on the streets of Devildom, you may occasionally see demon children dressing up as chess pieces. Weird, huh.

July

Sadly, no day off, except weekend 😔

August

August 22 - Butler’s Day. Birthday of Lord Barbatos, the Royal Steward

Three-day celebration: August 21 - August 23

It’s decreed that demon nobles and others with servants allow those who serve them to take three celebration days off. The reason is because butlers, maids and others have served their masters throughout the year, without taking a day off as servants still serve their masters on other holidays.

September

September 10 - Birthday of Lord Mammon, Avatar of Greed

Three-day celebration: September 9 - 11

On this day, demons of Greed usually choose to show their generosity by buying Grimm chocolate and candy and give them to demon children.

Money lenders reduce the money their debtors have to pay a little bit today.

Many demons of Greed have the habit of keeping the first Grimm coin they made as a keepsake to remember the first time they got their hands on hard-earned money. Many of them also have the “devotion” to kiss the gold coin once a year on Mammon’s birthday, believing the act would bring them more money in the future.

In honor of Mammon, demons also don’t shoo crows away and even feeding them.

October

October 20 - Birthday of Lord Satan, Avatar of Wrath

Three-day celebration: October 19 - 21

Book discounts and sale off are frequent during the celebration.

Devildom citizens feed and play with cat, believing they will help them avoid many annoying hassles.

Demons of Wrath even let cats put their paws on their heads, believing in its soothing effect. I mean, it works on their Avatar, right?

October 31 - Birthday of Lord Diavolo, Crown Prince and future King of all Demons

Four-day celebration: October 30 - November 2

Many public celebrations with parades, fireworks, gun & cannon salutes, etc.

Demon nobles and high officials hold small balls or parties at their residences to honor Diavolo. The reason why the balls or parties are small is because most demons can’t attend too many of them during the celebration period and they must be inferior compared to the main large ball held at the Demon Lord’s Castle on Diavolo’s birthday.

November

November 1 & 2 as a part of Diavolo’s birthday celebration period as said above.

December

December 9 - Cursed Day

One day celebration

The day Solomon was born. Most demons believe Solomon to be a wicked human and the ultimate villain and/or an agent of Celestial Realm. So they take this day off to curse and insult him. Diavolo never approves this day to begin with but monarchs have to let their people have their way.

Many revenues build Solomon’s statues for this day just so demon citizens can slap, hit, punch, kick, put a curse on or spat on them. The statues are fixed by the local government in early December every year to prepare for this day again.

Diavolo had prohibited this celebration before the exchange program started because it would be offensive to Solomon in particular and repulsive to other exchange students in general. But the decree only works in the capital and surrounding areas. Many demons persist in having their way in many places.

December 25 - Christmas Day

Nine-day celebration: December 24 - January 1

The day Christ was born. But Devildom adopted the holiday without its special religious meaning.

Christmas trees, presents, Santa Claus, etc.

The reason the celebration is so long is because it coincides with end-of-the-year break.

Movable holidays

Your birthday 🎉

Your own birthday

The Seven Lords and the Royals take the day off to celebrate with you. And since all the government officials don’t work on this day, I guess it’s as good as a day off. Yay.

Other days I guess are probably off in Devildom but I currently have no headcanon or info.

King’s Day - The Demon King’s birthday

Festival of the Three-Legged Crow God

Founding Day - Commemorating the Founding of Devildom

And pretty much any other human holidays, depend on your background.

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me devildom

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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WIBTA for putting in a fake negative review for my workplace? (👾👾👾 for easier search and recognition)

So I've worked at this local hardware store for a little over a year now. So far, it's been the most chill job I've had and has paid a bit better than the last one I worked at. The current staff, for the majority of them, I'm pretty chill with, except I (and a lot of the others) has had issues with two people: One of the managers (let's call him Reggie, 40sM) and one of the associates (we'll call him Cider, 40sM). Reggie is a recovering alcoholic and he's been keeping his sobriety by using marijuana, while Cider is an old friend of Reggie's that used to be a bartender. Reggie was hired on as a manager a couple months after I started, and a month after Reggie hired Cider.

From almost day 1 everyone has had some sort of issue with the two of them. For one, Reggie is always casually breaking the rules by wearing slippers to work (safety hazard, it's a damn hardware store and the floors are concrete), leaving for several minutes to even HOURS without saying anything to anyone while still on the clock, and worst of all he often hotboxes in his car so he comes back with a literal cloud of weed clinging to him. He's taken money out of the safes and store deposits for his own personal stuff, and then goes to replace the money later, and it took him over a year to actually start doing some of the basic manager stuff on the computer. I, and two other people, were taught some of those same manager stuff within 2 weeks. Mind you that we're still sales associates, but because we were taught this stuff Reggie would sometimes have us do some of the more tedious manager stuff under his code. So, when it looks like he's done a ton of work, in reality he was doing something like reprint sales tags and leaving the plaza to go home and walk his fucking dogs.

Cider on the other hand has been found smelling like alcohol, evidently being drunk on the job in front of customers, and we've had to clean up after him more than a few times in the bathrooms. Hell, Cider came in actually drunk on his first day working, and the manager on shift at the time (who wasn't Reggie) wanted to turn him immediately out the door.

The other two managers have both reported all this to the store owner, and even the store owner's son who co-owns the place has seen some of this stuff first-hand (He came up to one of them asking if it was just him or if Reggie reeked of weed). The both of them have even experienced Reggie's incompetency during truck orders when the other managers were on vacation. The store owner still hasn't done any sort of reprimanding to Reggie, despite that if the other managers did anything similar they'd be fired on the spot. Neither manager can say anything to Cider about his drinking, because then he'll just say something like: "Oh, I'm getting in trouble for having a little drink, when Reggie can be here every day smelling like weed?" Dude can be a good worker, but only when he's occasionally sober.

Basically, I want to create a throw-away google account and leave a 2~3 star review as customer saying that some of the associates smelled like weed and alcohol and seemed like they were under the influence. I know it sounds like a dick move to do this, but maybe if there's a public thing about it then the store owner will start addressing it. Maybe put in one every couple of weeks to make it really stack up and make an impact.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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agbob-dollpants · 21 days

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💓 Meet Velvet! 💓

If you’ve seen my post on here about picking out dolls in person, I can’t do that anymore! My local AG Place closed in February, and I’m genuinely still in disbelief. However, this girl embodies all of the wonderful memories I have made there, as I purchased her on my last trip there on February 16. ❤️

Velvet is a truly me 118, who was never really on my radar when she was first released, but something inside me decided I absolutely NEEDED this doll after seeing a million photos of her on AGIG! When picking out my second to last doll at AGP Columbus, though, I chose truly me 120 instead. Sometimes I’m so mad at myself because, when I picked her out, she didn’t have that awful little star on the bottom of her foot, but there was also one 118 in the store who did not. When I went to pick out Velvet, tons of 120’s were in the store without a star foot, but EVERY 118 had one! It was a nightmare to pick Velvet out, but her sweet face just spoke to me and I bought her anyways! 🌟

One thing I really love to do with my dolls is create stop motion videos for my AGTube channel, AGBob DollPants. For those videos, I have to fashion personalities for my dolls, which usually persist with unusual, outlandish personality traits that create a lot of chaos. However, making a more relatable personality for Velvet has really helped me bond with her! 💓

As I tried to come up with ways to “make up for” her star foot, I landed on the idea that the star is her “scar” from being the last doll to “step foot” into the AGP. Then, I came up with the most BRILLIANT idea! She would be an AGIGer and AGTuber like me! 🌟

In my “doll lore,” Velvet’s presence on AGIG has become even more relatable to me, as I’ve created a story for her that involves similar events to my own experience in high school. At the age of 17, Velvet is a senior in high school, and she still absolutely adores her AG dolls. Navigating her upcoming adulthood, she has to deal with her adult friends growing out of dolls, trying to hide her AGIG from people at school, and the closure of her local AG Place.

At least she has her stories, though. Velvet has loved to write stories about her dolls since she was eight years old. Though I do not have a mini doll to represent him, her stories mostly revolve around Fletcher Rae—a customized Kaya mold boy doll with curly black hair and freckles who was created from a mangled Kaya doll that she “found at a yard sale.” Fletcher, as well as every other doll in Velvet’s collection, attends a school of magic in their 400 page novels! So far, Velvet has created six books about Fletcher in the style of the AG historical books, such as “Meet Fletcher” and “Fletcher Saves the Day,” but filled to the brim with action, suspense, and TONS of lore! ✨

Nobody at Velvet’s school knows that these stories are really about a massive collection of American Girl dolls, though—except for her best friend (who is still to be determined, she will be one of my existing dolls!) As much as she would love to share her doll collection with the world, only the closest people in her life know about her passion for these dolls. Similarly to my own life, Velvet feels like she’s hiding a huge part of her personality to others when she first meets them—almost appearing “personality-less” without her dolls. However, with thousands of followers on AGIG, Velvet realizes how amazing her dolls truly are, as so many people admire her photography skills and love for the American Girl brand! 💓

I absolutely love taking photos of Velvet as if she was a real AGIGer. The photo above showcases her dolls falling over during a photo shoot…I’m sure we’ve all been there! I just adore having a doll who doesn’t look like me, but embodies a similar personality. With Velvet as an AGIGer, I am able to feel more seen as an adult with a passion for AG, even though I created her character myself. Even though Z Yang was a 13 year old girl who adored AGTube (who I own in my collection), something about carefully crafting everything about Velvet’s character makes her so much more special! ❤️

After deciding her personality, and considering the fact that she was my last doll from AGP Columbus, Velvet quickly became my favorite doll of ALL TIME! Though I have had other “comfort dolls” in the past, there is just something about this girl that rises above all the others. To be honest, I don’t even know what I was doing without her! 🌟

Every single day since I first purchased this doll, she has not left my sight. Of course, she always has to have a mini doll with her, so a lot of mini dolls have also been invading my bedroom. Having Velvet around has even inspired me to take the photo above at a public library! It’s been a long time since I took photos in a public facility that was not outdoors, so her love for AGIG has made me more confident in that respect! ❤️

Once you find a doll that you really bond with, they will be your best friend forever! I’m shocked, yet not surprised, that I did not feel this way for my first two dolls that I got all the way back in 2012, but for a doll that I actually purchased as an adult. I like to think that I’ve just accumulated more appreciation for my dolls with time! ✨

Even though my beloved AGP closed, I am beyond thrilled to have the most PERFECT 118 in my collection. It sounds a bit silly, but Velvet means the absolute world to me, and I am so glad to have such a connection with one of my dolls! 💓

#american girl #ag dolls #american girl dolls #dollblr

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lino-nyangi · 1 year

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𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 | 𝖫𝖬H

genre: fluff ♡

wc: 3.2k

warnings: office work setting, kind of unhealthy work habits? workaholic tings, minho and reader are in their mid-twenties, coworkers to lovers, f!reader, food, just disgusting fluff, kinda corny but i'm making it my brand.

additional context: in Korea, there is a popular superstition that if you witness the first snowfall with the person you like, you'll be together for a lifetime. a lot of people also like to take this opportunity to confess to their crush, as it is believed that true love will blossom between the two.

btw also this takes place near cheonggyecheon stream in Seoul (see 3rd picture). something about this place inspired me to write this, alongside with this prompt.

reblogs are very appreciated! ♡

you're putting away the folders you just got done with for the day when you hear Manager Lee's breathy giggle tuning in closer to the main area, chatting lightly with one of your male coworkers before the latter bids him goodbye and takes off for the day. you smile to yourself at the sight, he's always been so friendly and approachable. Manager Lee may be your higher up but he really never took himself too seriously in terms of relationships within the office, being the youngest employee to snatch such a high grade position in the company.

though he was pretty tight when it came to deadlines and work related business. he was a workaholic himself and made sure everything was perfect and in time. of course, not everyone was a fan of the uptight side of Manager Lee, after all, not everyone could keep up with his insane pace and all the work he wanted to do way beforehand "in case something comes up".

so he inevitably had favorites, ones that did indulge him and his antics, and you were one of them. you shared the same views as Manager Lee when it came to getting work done, not on time, but a bit before. because again, "just in case something comes up." and changes have to be applied. you still remember the look of horror on your coworker's face when you mentioned the same reason, telling you you're slowly morphing into Manager Lee 2.0.

but the reality was that you just liked working with him in general, he was pretty chill and never the type to overwork you, contrary to popular belief. if anything, he did more work than he assigned you to. he just enjoyed having someone with the same enthusiasm as him in the office, and so did you.

another reason you didn't mind -basically- being Manager Lee's right hand, is because you were practically head over heels for this man. from his insane visuals to his charming personality and his dedication to his job, there was really nothing about him you didn't like.

you weren't the only though, he was definitely one to steal the scene and a lot of people at your workplace have tried to flirt with him already. but most of them just give up when they see he's really got nothing in that head of his except for work, work, and more work. they try to get closer to him by having lunch together and he can't seem to shut up about the recent sales statistics he received from the finance department.

you on the other hand, were aware of your lack of game so you never even dared to make a move on him, aside from acts of service within your list of duties. though not the most explicit way of flirting, one would think it was a bit too obvious how you always respond with "sure, Manager Lee" to any task he assigns you to, no matter how insanely close the deadline is nor how big the amount of work. it was to the point that now he doesn't even bother asking someone else when it came to last minute things and straight up head over to your cubicle, eyes glinting with excitement that some of your coworkers qualify as maniacal. but you didn't, you were comfortable living life at the same pace Manager Lee did, and it sure as hell did come with benefits.

again, he practically shared the work with you, staying in the office til ungodly hours and insisting you go as soon as the sun starts setting. dropping snacks, coffee, or vitamins at your cubicle everytime he passes by, recommending you for any possible promotion or other opportunity, not to mention the extra hours tips.

his behavior definitely didn't help your growing crush on him. by now, you were almost sure he knew that you liked him. there was no way he didn't catch you staring at least once, or didn't notice how you fumble over your words when he gets a bit too close. but on the other hand, one would think that through his behavior, he definitely was into you. that's what your friend said everytime you ranted to her through the phone.

"dude, workaholics are attracted to workaholics. you're just not getting the hint."

you sigh, "you don't know him, that man thinks about absolutely nothing but work. like sure he's nice to me but it's all platonic. stop trying to get my hopes up!"

"you never know if you don't try though."

"are you asking me to confess?" you scoff, "what kind of kdrama do you think i'm living in."

"then why are you complaining to me if you're not willing to do anything about it?" she quips at you.

"because everytime he comes up to my desk and brushes his hand on my shoulder and leans in to tell me with a smile about the tasks to get done that day, my whole body feels like combusting, and you're the only one i can yell about it to." you huff in one breath and your friend just laughs, finding your misery amusing.

but it was true, you weren't the only one who received special treatment from Manager Lee, there were some new enthusiastic interns as well as coworkers who also enjoy his work method and you all just collectively created your little workaholic cult, showing up early, and staying in after work hours.

"call me minho." he told you a few times, just like he did with everyone else because he just didn't enjoy the whole hierarchy system. it felt weird and awkward to have people around his age use such honorifics in casual conversations with him. but you'd turned him down everytime, because no you are not calling your manager by his first name. it felt unprofessional and borderline disrespectful, not to mention that it would only feed your hopeless gigantic crush on him.

one line Manager Lee has never crossed though was reaching out to you outside of work. the moment you stepped out of the building, going your separate ways, you had no idea what he was up to, where he lived, with whom he lived. and it's not like you were obsessing over every detail of his private life anyway. but to you, it just went to prove even further that whatever the two of you had going on, was only a work related, platonic relationship.

a voice calling your last name snaps you out of your thoughts and you recognize it immediately, lifting your head up from your belongings on the desk.

"yes, Manager Lee."

his eyebrows furrow, "you're still here? it's late."

"i was just about to leave. there was some paperwork i had to get done for tomorrow's meeting." you gesture at the folders on your desk before tucking them safely in one of the lockable drawers.

he can't help but let a proud grin spread on his face, "always so hardworking. what would i do without you?"

act normal act normal-

"i'm just doing my job, sir." you smile sheepishly, looking down as you busy yourself with collecting the last of your belongings from the desk.

"and humble too." he coos, throwing on the long black coat he was carrying on his forearm. "i'm heading out as well, do you want me to walk you to the subway station? it's dark already." he gestures to the curtain wall behind you and you turn around. it was indeed much darker than the time you usually leave at. granted winter days are short, but that doesn't dismiss the fact that it was pretty late.

still, you didn't want to be a burden.

"no no, it's totally fine!" you wave your hands, putting on a polite smile "i've been there at late hours on my own before."

"hey," he cocks his head to the side, an expression that you can't describe better than 'offended' on his face, "i can't let a woman walk alone at this time, what would that make me?" he argues.

"i really don't want to bother you.." you trail, which is true. but there are other reasons as well, ones that he doesn't have to know. like how he's currently making your heart beat out of your chest.

"you won't, trust me." your manager insists.

it's your turn to furrow your brows in confusion, "you always go the other way though?" you blurt out, there was no way that walking in the opposite direction of where he lives wasn't an inconvenience to him.

a mischievous smirk appears on his face as he catches you over-sharing, "how do you know?"

oh shit-

your eyes widen at the realization of how your statement sounded, and you try to explain yourself.

"i- wait i swear i didn't stalk you or anything! it's just that, it's a coincidence that i saw you once coming from the opposite side of the road and i also never see you on my way here even though i see other coworkers and—" you inhale, before trailing, "i'm really sorry if that came out weird.."

Manager Lee just smiles through your ramble, letting out the most endearing giggle as you finish,

"there is nothing to be sorry for." he reassures you, "and i'm in the mood for a walk, i don't mind joining you on your way."

at this point, you're cursing the little monsters infesting your heart for making you excited about his offer, and you do your best to seem calm as you finally accept. there seems to be no way of escaping it because deep down, you want it too.

"thank you, Manager Lee. that's very thoughtful of you." and with that, you leave the office.

shoving his hands deeper into his pockets with a hiss, the older man speaks, "it's really freezing out here huh."

you look up at the cloudy sky above you, "it looks like it might start snowing tonight."

he hums before turning to you, "do you like snow?"

you furrow your eyebrows, tucking your face deeper into your knitted scarf, "not that much, too cold." looking up at him, "what about you, sir?" you ask, earning a gentle chuckle from him.

"drop the formalities, will you? we're walking home, work is over." he pauses, walking a few steps in silence.

"call me minho." he asks again. and you feel it, again. the vulnerability, the conflict between your heart and brain. one telling you to do it and the other asking if the former is insane.

you decide to go the safer route. another day of concealing your feelings. "oh,, i can't do that." you mumble, though it's still polite in tone.

"why not?" he pushes, genuinely curious to know the reason, but you give him a generic answer, a partially honest one.

"it's just, no matter how i look at it, you're still my higher-up and—" you're interrupted by him saying your name, it wasn't so often that he used it, making your heart skip a beat.

"you can speak informally to me, i really don't mind. we're not that far off age wise anyway." he tells you, and you suppress a sigh, feeling like whenever you build a new wall to distance yourself from him and protect your feelings, he brings it down. but ever so softly, like tucking away a blanket.

"i don't think i can do that yet." is all you tell him. it's the truth, even if you were to do that, you'll first need time to adjust to speaking informally with him, considering how you're so used to using honorifics in your workplace.

"yet?" minho repeats, halting his steps before turning to you, "do i need to take you on a date first?"

you blink, opening your mouth to speak but nothing comes out other than an unsure "huh?", as if you're waiting from him to repeat it and realize you just misheard whatever he said, as if you're you're giving him the chance to take it back and say he's joking, as if you're expecting your head to hit the metal grip pole inside the subway car to wake you up from this absurd dream.

"look, i don't think this is the perfect setting for this but," he starts, "i saw on the news that first snow was expected tonight. i've been restless all day thinking about a way to tell you, so i'm sorry if i sounded a bit desperate earlier when i insisted on walking you. i saw a chance and i wanted to take it. but i guess the snow really stood me up." he chuckles to himself, staring up at the cloudy night sky, vulnerable, disappointed, but also preparing himself to look you in the eye and say what follows.

"i like you." but his eyes flutter down again, "of course, you can with that what you wish, but i would really like to see you more, know you more outside the confines of the office. if you're okay with that." then back up, "let me take you out sometime.

none of this makes sense, you think. your manager has a crush on you. Manager Lee, that everyone secretly dreamt of a chance with. Manager Lee that you had more than a normal amount of feelings for. Manager Lee that you had lost all sorts of hope that he could even experience any romantic feelings at all.

this can't make sense, your brain tells you. but then it hits; harder than ever. this wasn't manager Lee.

this was minho.

it was minho who greeted you every morning, two cups of coffee in either of his hands, one of them just the way you like it. it was minho who checked up on you when you were particularly quiet and worn out from a splitting headache, rushing to the pharmacy to get you some vitamins and painkillers during his lunch break. it was minho who's eyes turned into crescents whenever you stepped into his office to drop off some folders. and it was minho who was currently standing in front of you now, making his feelings known to you. so yes, this does make sense.

sill, words are hard to use in such a situation.

"i.."

"you don't have to give an answer now, by all means, take all the time you need. though i would appreciate it if you still let me walk you all the way to the station." minho says sheepishly, you can tell he's nervous, and it somehow gives you more confidence to reassure him, his words making you smile.

"mhm," you shake your head, "i actually.. like you too. i'm a bit taken aback because i was sure you already knew, since i'm not very good at keeping a cool front with you." you let a spontaneous chuckle escape, "so hearing you sounding unsure about my answer is, a little funny to me honestly."

it was quite the plot twist for you really, from trying to push your feelings down the drain before they're known to him, to minho confessing that he likes you, and not being sure if you feel the same.

"wait, you're saying you like me?" he says, dumbfounded, and you notice the blush on the tips of his ears. you secretly hope it's not just the cold.

"yeah..." you inhale.

"minho."

you let his name roll off your tongue for the first time, sending an electrifying wave of unexplainable emotions from your chest and throughout your entire body. "i like you, a lot."

minho's brain is about to explode. he blinks at you with parted lips, ecstatic, and you can catch a glimpse of his adorable front teeth. he looks so cute, so much for a "devil bunny" as your coworkers secretly call him, you think.

right now he's defenseless. minho reminds himself that he needs to stay grounded and most importantly not kiss you stupid. he inhales to speak, trying his best to say something that wasn't along the lines of 'i want to kiss you so bad right now.'

no, too crazy.

'please marry me.'

no. even crazier. don't do it.

"can i— hug you?" he finally settles with the safest option.

your smiles only widens, opening your arms invitingly and he steps closer, linking his own around your form and bringing you in towards him. he hooks two fingers loosely behind your back instead of grabbing his wrist to not have a tight hold on you through the thick layers of clothing.

puffs of warm breath are the only thing keeping your faces away from each other, eyes not seeming to look away, both pairs reflecting the shiny sparkling lights of the lively street. it's only when a small speck of ice enters your field of vision that you blink, shifting your focus to it.

you look up, followed by minho doing the same, watching as more white flakes fall from the sky with warm hearts. so it was gonna snow tonight after all.

"it's finally snowing."

minho scoffs up at the falling frozen crystals, "took you long enough." making you giggle. weather was definitely not his wingman tonight.

it takes you a few more seconds to let go before you continue walking, passing by the busy food stalls and he insists to treat you to some warm taiyaki.

after settling on sheltered bench by the riverbank, you silently take bites of the warm waffle in your hands while you absentmindedly watch the scene in front of you. students walking home from tutoring classes, couples who seemingly were waiting for the snowfall to take pictures by the stream and its decorative lights. parents who's children probably pestered to go out to watch the snow at almost 7pm. most office workers are already home, you think, everyone around you either still in school uniforms or casual winter outfits, especially around the stream.

minho's chuckle cuts your train of thoughts, apparently thinking the same thing. "we're quite the sight here, the only two in formal attire in a sea of casual youngsters."

"who cares?" you say honestly, "we're still young too, we too have our whole life ahead of us."

he hums, "and i hope to get to be with you for a long time in it."

minho's body moves before he realizes and leans closer, only to stop inches away from your face, as if he's calculating his next move after regretfully acting on impulse. he leans in to the side, leaving a quick peck on your cheek.

'too early.' you could almost hear him think. and he may be right. but who cares?

it takes you all the courage in your body to cup his face just as he pulls away, your brain screaming at full volume as you brush your freezing lips together. it's short, clumsy. you pull away after a second, both of you letting out an exhale as the kiss took you almost equally off guard. minho takes that as a green light to kiss you, linking your lips again for longer this time, a bit more passionate than your nervous peck, unfiltered and spontaneous.

you kiss him back, hands squeezing the fish shaped pastry you're holding as minho's lips move against yours for a few more seconds before pulling away.

"you taste sweet." he breathes, heart beating equally as fast.

you look down sheepishly before muttering, "it's the taiyaki."

smiling warmly, minho grabs your hand, before getting up. "let's get you home."

#lee know fluff #lee know soft thoughts #lee know soft hours #lee know x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids x reader

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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the grapefruit technique; jeonghan x fem!reader

request: Okay so, Jeonghan and his favorite fruit: grapefruit. Im thinking it's his favorite fruit for multiple reasons, so well, could u make a smutty grapefruit one? She/her or they/them pronouns work. Prompt 34 might fit. U can make it however long u want or can :p (request by: @strawberryya)

prompt 34: "i have a surprise for you"

synopsis: you thought you knew everything about your boyfriend by now, you even knew his favorite fruit. but when trying to be nice and buying said fruit for him, you stumble across a secret that you couldn't have imagined about jeonghan.

a/n: i'm sorry, this is a lot...

warning: jeonghan is a little shit, food play, corruption kink, slight degradation kink, but also praise kink, mirror sex, oral (m and f receiving), petnames-

genre: smut, established relationship-

word count: 4.2k

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it had all started with an "inside joke". you were in the supermarket, buying groceries for the week - and you just happened to bring jeonghan and joshua along for help, although they were talking more than helping.

right as you walked into the store there was a big sign by the produce section: sale on grapefruit. the big red letters caught your eye, and what they spelled out made you smile. you quickly turned to jeonghan, knowing it was his favorite fruit by now.

"should we get grapefruit? it's still your favorite, right?", you asked innocently, the smile still playing on your lips.

joshua and jeonghan broke out into boyish giggles, as if you had said a dirty joke. you looked at them with a confused look, not laughing at all. was it wrong of you to assume that your boyfriend wanted his favorite fruit?

"you didn't tell her?", joshua asked jeonghan.

"tell me what?", you furrowed your brows, looking over at jeonghan.

"... it's just an inside joke.", jeonghan let out a slight cough, only making joshua laugh more.

you were still confused, but decided not to question it. these two had their jokes, and most of the time you didn't get them; so what was the point in trying?

the next week you went shopping by yourself; your boyfriend and his friends were busy, and so you decided to take some time to yourself. when you walked into the store the big sign for grapefruits on sale was still there. you didn't buy any last time, because of joshua's weird comment, and now you thought would be the perfect time to surprise jeonghan with some of his favorite fruit. maybe you could even try to figure out what that inside joke was. you ended up buying four grapefruits, happily putting them with the other groceries.

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when you got home that afternoon, jeonghan was already home. he greeted you with a hug, which you complained about because he was still sweaty from practice. you told him to go have a shower while you put the groceries away. he couldn't ignore that wonderful request, so he quickly hurried away to the bathroom. while he was in the shower you put away all the groceries in their right places, except the grapefruits. you put the bag of citrus fruits on the kitchen island, and waited for jeonghan to get out of the shower.

you heard him open and close the bathroom door, and walk out to the kitchen. he was only in a towel hanging around his hips, and a smaller towel he was using to dry his bleached blonde hair. when you first started dating him this would always fluster you, but after spending so much time together you had grown used to it.

"i have a surprise for you.", you said with a playful smile.

"oh yeah? what is it?", he mirrored your smile, as he put down the small towel to hang around his shoulders.

you made small jazz-hands around the paper bag. jeonghan's eyebrows raised slightly, and he was quick to reach out to the brown bag. as he pulled out the four grapefruits his mouth opened slightly in a small "o" shape. his hands turned the round fruit around, inspecting it, and his thumb gently grazed over the skin.

"grapefruit?", he said.

"yes!", you nodded happily, "we didn't buy any last week, but there was still a sale on them so i thought 'why not?'"

"thank you, baby.", he gave you a short side hug.

as you watched him wash the fruit and take out a cutting board, you noticed a look on his face that you couldn't recognize. it was a small smile, but not a shy one or an excited one. it was as if he was teasing you without saying a single word. if anyone were to be able to do that, it would be jeonghan. he cut open the grapefruit and sliced it, and brought a slice to his lips.

"why do you like grapefruit so much?", you asked.

he let out a short chuckle, and put away the peel of the fruit before taking up another one.

"it's a sensual fruit.", he said with a smug smile, taking a bite out of another slice.

"sensual?", you asked.

he hummed and put away another peel, giving you a piece. his hands were sticky from the previous slices, but you didn't mind. his fingers grazing your palm when he placed another slice in it sent tingles up your arms. you took a bite and the tart taste made you pull a face. for all the tension jeonghan had built up by seductively placing the fruit in your hand, it really wasn't anything special.

"i don't get it.", you said.

"here.", he took the half-eaten piece out of your hand, "close your eyes for me, pretty girl."

you did as he said, hoping that the blush on your cheeks weren't as evident as it felt. even if you had gotten used to jeonghan's habits, you would never get used to what he says and the way he says it. you felt the tart fruit coating your lower lip in juice, and you started parting your lips for him. jeonghan pushed the citrus inside your mouth and you took a bite from it. fruit juice slowly dripped out from the corner of your mouth. you didn't have time to react before jeonghan's thumb wiped it off.

"it kind of tastes like a bitter orange.", he whispered out an explanation, "your expecting something sugar-sweet, but you get a completely different taste. i think it tastes sensual."

your eyes fluttered open, meeting his proud gaze. he was smirking as he licked off the juice that had spilled out of the corner of your mouth earlier. at this point, your face must've been as red as a tomato by now. never would you ever consider a grapefruit sensual, but he was making it so.

"and...", he turned back to the cutting board and picks up another grapefruit, "it just looks...", he cuts it open slowly on the middle, "sensual."

jeonghan parted the cut up fruit slowly, showing you it's insides. the fruit was bright pink, and had a slit right down the middle. he placed one of the halves in your palm. you were too busy looking at the fruit to glance over at jeonghan, who was staring at you with an amused smile. he brings his middle finger to the center of the cut up fruit, and your breath hitched in your throat. jeonghan let out a low chuckle beside you, and if you hadn't been so focused on what he was doing you would've smacked him. his finger gently rubs up and down at the entrance of the fruit, his other hand gently cups your hand holding the fruit from underneath. he adds his ring finger to the fruit's entrance, gently spreading it. you stand frozen as his fingers continues rubbing and prodding at the fruit. when he stops, he brings his fingers up to your mouth.

"open up, sweetheart.", he whispers. you open your mouth to him once again, and he responds with pushing his fingers past your lips. it wasn't the first time you found yourself in this position, although the situation had been different. as you sucked on his digits, you didn't break eye-contact. his gaze was strong, and it was killing you to look back, but to look away was somehow worse. jeonghan pulled his fingers out of your mouth, licked clean from the sticky juices of the fruit. your mouth hung slightly agape, still just looking at him. a rush of heat ran down to your lower stomach.

"you alright there, sweetheart?", he asked playfully.

his question brought you to your senses, and you quickly cleared your throat and looked away from the man in front of you.

"yeah..", you nodded, "so they're sensual... that's why you like them?"

"that's right.", he put down the fruit on the kitchen island.

"and that was the inside joke with you and joshua?", you asked.

jeonghan froze again, as if he hadn't expected you to remember. he picked up a third grapefruit.

"uhm...", he cleared his throat, "no, that's not what he meant."

"so what was it then?", you asked.

he looked at you, with a familiar look in his eye. the first time the two of you had sex he had looked at you in the same way. you weren't very experienced, especially not compared to jeonghan - but he was more than willing to teach whatever you wanted to learn. you could see the most dirty thoughts you could imagine running through jeonghan's mind as he looked at you. the look in his eyes was similar to the one he had during your first time because he had realized he could teach you something new.

"have you heard of the grapefruit technique?", he asked carefully and you shook your head, "... joshua was talking about that. it was a... thing i had tried before i met you."

"a thing?", you asked with a small smile, "what kind of thing?"

"you um...", he grabbed the round fruit, "cut off the edges and... put it in the hole."

your face flushed red, and jeonghan let out a knowing laugh. the thought of it turned you on more than you had before, and you found yourself really wanting to do it.

"could we... try it?", you asked shyly.

jeonghan's jaw dropped, and he started internally panicking. never had you been one to initiate something sexual, nevertheless, something like this. it was new, but he liked it.

"do you want to?", he asked.

"yes.", you said a bit too fast, and jeonghan sucked in a harsh breath.

"alright..", he nodded, "just tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

he turned to the cutting board once again, but this time he only cut off the two ends of the grapefruit. with the two fingers he previously had in your mouth, he dug into the middle of the grapefruit and took out the middle. your lower lip got caught between your teeth as you watched his ministrations on the fruit. his long, slender, fingers prodding at the entrance, and gently pushing inside. there was juice all over the counter, some spilling down on the floor, but you would have to worry about that later. there was a smile playing on jeonghan's lips that was much more interesting than anything else right now.

"how should i-"

jeonghan pulled off the towel off his body, already being semi-hard. you looked away from him, turning your head to the side.

"you've seen it before, come on.", he chuckled and grabbed your chin gently.

you looked at him with a shy pout, and he looked back with fake sympathy in his eyes.

"are you a bit embarrassed, baby?", he taunted and tilted his head to the side, "don't worry, i'll take care of you."

he brought you closer to him, pulling you in by your waist, and kissed you. his lips tasted tart, but sweet - and you were beginning to understand his love of grapefruit. without breaking the kiss, he started unbuttoning your shirt and you shrugged it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. his lips travelled down to your chin, following the line of your jaw, and kissing down your neck.

"hannie.", you breathed out.

"yes, sweetheart?", he purred against your skin.

"can i..?", you gently pushed against his chest.

"you're so eager, baby..", he smiled widely, relishing in how you would've never even considered initiating this a few years ago.

jeonghan took the fruit, as you went on your knees in front of him. his warm fingers gently traced your jaw as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. he held the grapefruit in front of his cock, and you wrapped your hands around the round fruit. with his hand still guiding you, he pushed into the fruit slowly. the juices from the fruit spilled onto the floor as jeonghan let out a soft sigh.

"hold it for me, baby?", he asked and let go of the fruit to grab the edge of the counter, "move it up and down, sweetheart."

for a moment, your eyes focused on his hand desperately clutching the wooden slab, for once you seemed to be having an overwhelming affect on him. you slowly started moving the fruit back and forth on his shaft, watching his eyes close in pleasure, and his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. as you kept moving the grapefruit, you noticed the tip coming out on the other side of the hole. without thinking, you wrapped your lips around his dick as the fruit was against his pelvic bone. your eyes were still on jeonghan's face, which quickly turned to you when you did that. his previously closed eyes were now wide open in shock. his fingers ran through your hair in a soothing motion. you hollowed your cheeks around him, pulling the grapefruit with your movement, and watched him shut his eyes again. as your mouth let go of him with a pop, he opened his eyes.

"is that okay?", you asked softly.

"yes, angel, you're doing so good.", he breathed out with a soft moan, as you kept moving the fruit back and forth.

jeonghan gently tugged at your hair as you wrapped your lips around him again. you closed your eyes at the pull of your hair, a small hum escaping from your throat.

"my pretty angel's doing so well..", he muttered, "have I taught you well, hm?"

you could only moan in response, the noise muffled by his cock. the vibrations of your voice sent shivers up jeonghan's spine.

"or do you just like sucking my cock that much?", he smiled, "have i ruined your little innocent brain already?"

without realizing it, your thighs squeezed together at his words and you let out another moan in response. his hands, which were previously in your hair, caressed the side of your face and gently wiped away a tear that had forced it's way out of the corner of your eye. jeonghan gently put his hands on top of yours, guiding the fruit off of him and putting it to the side. you looked up at him, slightly confused and frustrated - you had been doing so well, and now he wanted to stop?

"would you like to join me in the shower, angel?", he asked with a smile.

you peered up at him through your lashes, putting one hand on his toned thigh as you wrapped the other one around his, still hard, cock.

"i want to finish you off.", you said sweetly, "please?"

jeonghan's mouth hung slightly agape, and as you started moving your hand he let out a quiet moan. for once he had no response. you placed soft kisses along the side of his shaft, still not breaking eye contact.

"and you've already showered..", you muttered, "so let me clean you up instead."

you wrapped your lips around him again and tried to take him further in your mouth. he was usually the one taking care of your needs, even if he liked to be difficult at times, and so you just wanted to return the favor. jeonghan tangled his finger in your hair again, and gently tugged at it until you stopped moving.

"you really are obsessed with my dick, aren't you?", he grinned, "you act so innocent all the time, and yet here you are... completely fucked out."

he forced you back up to your feet, and you let out a whine. you barely recognized yourself in that moment. of course, you enjoyed having sex - but it wasn't something that you were very confident with. now, you felt your patience running thin, and decided to take action into your own hands - only for jeonghan to ruin it for you.

"let's go to the shower", he said again, "i'll wash this grapefruit off, and then i'll fuck your brains out. is that what you want, angel?"

you nodded, holding back a big grin by biting at your bottom lip. jeonghan brought you to the bathroom, leaving the mess in the kitchen to be fixed later. as jeonghan washed off the juice from the grapefruit, you were ripping the rest of your clothes off - and when he finally got out of the shower, he spent no time drying himself off before his lips were back on yours. his hands travelled over your body, over your breasts, up to your neck, down to your waist, to your hips. he grabbed your hips tightly and pulled you in closer. in response to you whimpering against his lips, he smiled and brought one of his hands to where you needed him most.

"you're so needy today.", he muttered as he started teasing your entrance with his slender fingers, "have i not been paying enough attention to my angel?"

you whined as he started rubbing slow circles around your clit, getting you worked up. before you could even process the pleasure of having him finally touch you, jeonghan took it away from you. when you were about to complain, he grabbed the back of your thighs and helped you sit up on the edge of the marble sink. he connected his lip to yours again. the cold feeling of the sink burned like hell against your thighs, which was a complimentary feeling to the heaven you were experiencing because of jeonghan's lips. sadly enough, he pulled away all to soon. instead of complaining you took the opportunity of admiring his face, leaning your forehead against his.

"you've been doing so well for me today, sweetheart.", he smiled, "i think it's time you got your reward."

with excitement, jeonghan helped you down the bathroom sink. you knew the drill by now. for a few months, whenever you would have sex in the bathroom, you would try to spice it up by having you look into the mirror - which was an idea you didn't think you would be into, but turned out to be one of your new favorites. he turned your around, and you quickly put your hands on the sink arched your back for him - pushing yourself against his dick. jeonghan let out a soft sigh, and didn't tease you as he normally would. he pushed into you slowly, making you feel every inch of him. as he slowly started thrusting into you, you whined at his torturous pace. you glanced at him in the reflection of the mirror, he was grinning, and you tried to plead to him with the best puppy eyes you could muster.

"do you need something, baby?", he asked as his hands caressed your back and waist, "you have to tell me if you want something. use your words."

telling him what you wanted was for some reason very difficult for you, which is why he always tried to get you to do it. it was embarrassing for you to say the lewd things you wanted him to do, and even if this time it was just for him to go faster it was still difficult to say it. you looked down at the cold marble and your hands holding you up beneath you.

"faster, please.", you muttered.

"what was that, sweetheart?", jeonghan chuckled, as he kept going at his slow pace, "you have to speak up."

you leaned down on your elbows, hoping that the closer you got to the cold surface of the sink's counter could cool you down.

"please go faster, hannie.", you whined out.

"you want me to go faster, hm?", he asked, "anything for my angel."

jeonghan stopped moving, and you were about to start complaining when he started slamming into you at a much faster pace than before. your arms gave out from underneath you, and you welcomed the sting of the cold marble over your torso. jeonghan was still sensitive from your past experimentation, and reached below you to rub at your clit to make you get closer to your climax quicker.

"look at yourself, angel.", he groaned, "look at how beautiful you are."

you tried your best to lean up on your elbows again, staring back at you in the mirror was your fucked out reflection. jeonghan said something that you couldn't process in your brain, and all you could do was moan and whimper. all words had seemed to escape you. as you felt yourself nearing your release, jeonghan slowed down again.

"jeonghan", you whined, "i was so close."

"i know, baby, i know...", he said in his typical faux sympathy tone as he brushed out some hair from your face, "and i'll make you feel so good, i promise... but you didn't answer my question before."

"question?", you groaned and laid back down on the counter, "i didn't hear you. please just make me fucking cum already."

"ah ah ah...", he tutted and completely stopped his movements, "you're getting too cocky, y/n."

he pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss of contact. jeonghan didn't bat an eye at your complaints, and only turned your around and got you back on top of the counter again. his arms encaged you, being on either side of your sitting form.

"you're forgetting that i'm the one who makes you feel this good.", jeonghan grinned, "so i'm going to remind you. try touching yourself for me, sweetheart. make yourself cum, go ahead. remind yourself that you need me to feel so good."

with a trembling hand, you reached for your clit and gently started making circles around it with your fingers - not breaking eye contact with him. a whine escaped your lips as he looked down at your hard working hand. he put his hands on top of yours, bringing your fingers down to your entrance. you pushed your digits inside your tight hole, not filling it up nearly as much as jeonghan just had.

"does it feel good, my baby?", he asked, "do you need some help?"

you nodded, another whine escaping your lips as you watched him kneel down in front of you. he removed your hand, and you leaned back to give him more access. jeonghan pressed a few kisses to the insides of your thighs before licking a stripe up your core, looking up at you through his eyelashes. one of your hands tangled themselves in his hair while the other was used to keep you sitting up.

"have you learned your lesson?", he asked and placed a kiss above your clit.

"yes, i have.", you breathed out, "please make me feel good."

"beg for it.", he pressed a few more kisses on your thighs, not breaking eye contact with you.

"please, i need you, hannie.", you whimpered in desperation, "i want you to make me cum so bad, please, please, please."

jeonghan had started stroking himself as you begged for him to touch you. without another word, he brought his mouth to your clit. he was groaning against you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure to your core. the noises coming from you couldn't be missed either. the wet squelching sounds were echoing around in the bathroom, and your moans were only growing louder and louder. around you was a pool of your own juices. you were so incredibly close to your orgasm.

"i'm gonna cum...", you breathed out, "can i cum, hannie? please let me cum, please."

"cum.", he muttered out against you.

you fell apart on his tongue. the noises you were making, combined with your begging, and the pulling on his hair, made jeonghan's hips stutter as he came and moaned out against you. he didn't part from you, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face as profanities spilled from your lips. when your hips had stopped moving, jeonghan stood back up and let you lean against him.

"thank you, jeonghan.", you muttered into his ear.

he was glad you couldn't see him at the moment, as his face grew incredibly red at your words. having the most gorgeous girl he had ever had the luck of being with thank him after sex was probably the hottest thing he had ever heard.

"do you want a bath, baby?", he asked sweetly and you nodded.

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

while you were in the bath, jeonghan took it upon himself to clean up the mess you had made in the bathroom and kitchen respectively. so when you got out, it was as if nothing had ever happen, and jeonghan was innocently eating the last grapefruit by the kitchen table.

"are you feeling okay, angel?", he asked genuinely, "do you need anything?"

"... can we cuddle?", you asked carefully.

without another word, jeonghan got up and put the fruit away - washing his hands before walking back to you. he put his hand on the small of your back, leading you towards your bedroom.

"of course.", he smiled in a gentleman-like fashion.

you laid in bed, secured by his arms, talking about the experience - what you had liked and what you hadn't - until you started feeling sleepy. jeonghan noticed, pulling up the covers over you a bit more and encouraging you to go to sleep with a sweet sweet kiss on your forehead.

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CK Drabble: Mail-Order Omega

(A Silverusso drabble based on old photos of Ralph where he looks absolutely bratty.

Daniel is an omega whose mother signs him up for an alpha-omega dating agency. Refusing to marry some random alpha, he tries to sabotage himself, but an alpha named Terry Silver is still interested. When the alpha flies to Newark to visit him, Daniel is forced to go on the date, but he spends the entire time trying to get Terry to hate him. It doesn’t quite work.)

At nineteen years old, Daniel has no interest in getting married.

He just finished high school and has his whole life ahead of him. Only he’s an omega, the rarest of the second genders. This means nothing really, except that he has a heat every other month and got picked on by every alpha growing up. Thankfully, he started reading about karate sophomore year and was able to fend for himself—at least for the most part. But being an omega also means he’s a very eligible bachelor.

Most particularly to alphas, who are almost as rare. Therefore, omegas are often arranged to marry and mate them, and their families are given a hefty paycheck. But Daniel wants to marry for love, not money. Always has, always will.

Yet he’s riding the bus on his way to an arranged date with an alpha he’s never met before.

It’s all his mother’s fault. She signed him up for this arranged marriage agency through the mail. Not against his will. Daniel agreed. But not without a fight. At first, he refused and threatened to move out. Then she revealed how far behind they are on the mortgage payment. She got let go from her job a month ago and hasn’t been able to find work since.

Daniel didn’t want to lose the family house, the one his father bought for them. So he tried to help, applying to hundreds of jobs around town. But apparently, an omega is worth more as a fiance than an employee. Especially one with no experience and only a high school diploma.

He kept searching though. Cause there’s no way he was marrying some random alpha, no matter how much they were willing to pay. That’s what Daniel told himself. Then he walked in on his mother crying over a picture of them with his dad.

“Fine, ma. I give up. Call the agency,” he told her at the time. “But I doubt anyone will wanna marry me.”

That was two weeks ago.

Since then, his mother found a new job, and they’re no longer behind on mortgage payments. So Daniel assumed she’d drop the idea. But his mom played the guilt card and begged him to go. She claimed she wanted Daniel to have what she and his father did. That world for like a minute—until he had to pose for photos and fill out some long-winded survey. He felt like a piece of meat up for sale.

Disgusted with himself and the whole idea, he took the worst photos and gave the most annoying answers, guaranteeing no alpha would want him

Except one stupid alpha did.

His mother broke the news to him last night. A wealthy, older alpha from California was interested in Daniel. So much that he apparently flew in last night and arranged a date at the most expensive restaurant in Newark. He begged his mother to cancel the date, explaining that any alpha who wanted him was probably crazy. But after accidentally revealing his plan to sabotage, he gave her fuel to guilt trip him into going.

Only he wasn’t going to “behave” like she urged him when he stomped on the bus. Daniel’s going to make this alpha hate him, even if he had to embarrass himself in front of the entire town.

Because there’s no way he’s marrying this alpha. He wants to mate with someone he loves—not for money or status.

Daniel’s plan begins when he arrives at the restaurant. The bus dropped him off a block away, but he doesn’t walk in the door until his date’s already been sitting there for ten minutes. He almost feels bad. But after clocking the snide look from the hostess at his cheap suit, he’s reminded why tonight has to be a failure. This alpha isn’t from his world, and after tonight, he’ll know Daniel isn’t made for his either.

Yet the alpha seems completely unbothered when the hostess leaves him at their table. He smiles wide, stands up, and offers his hand. “Hello, Daniel,” he greets. “Terry Silver. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

His voice sends a shiver down Daniel’s spine, as does the alpha’s rich, intoxicating scent. He smells of the ocean on a sunny day with hints of cherry blossoms, leather, and sandalwood. It’s so strong that he can hardly think and even takes a second to respond.

“Uh, you too,” he manages and shakes the alpha’s hand while trying not to stare. Because if the scent of him wasn’t enough, Terry is one of the most handsome men he’s ever met, with his dark blue eyes, statuesque proportions, and charming smile.

But this changes nothing.

Terry may be an attractive alpha, but he’s still willing to spend money on an omega he doesn’t even know. Clearly, there must be something wrong with him, and Daniel isn’t willing to marry him to find out. He sits down across from Terry and brings his attention to the leather-bound menu, preparing to launch into plan a: acting like a rude, spoiled brat. Hopefully, the restaurant staff will forgive him, and if not, it’s not like he’s coming back

“Did you already order?” he snaps, changing his tone entirely.

“Oh, no. I assumed you’d want to order your own meal.” When Daniel glances up, he half expects the alpha to be laughing. They’re known for walking all over omegas, some going as far as controlling what they eat. Yet Terry is smiling innocently and adds, “Please, order whatever you’d like. This is all on me, of course.”

Daniel scoffs. What a typical alpha, assuming he has no money. He might not. But he should at least get the opportunity to split the bill. At least he doesn’t have to pretend to be angry. “Of course? Because I can’t afford it?”

Terry frowns. “Would you like to pay for your share? I’d love to treat you, but maybe we can get dessert somewhere after where you can pay.”

His eyes go wide. He must be joking. “What?” Daniel never expected some wealthy, older alpha from L.A. to suggest eating somewhere in Newark—beyond their finest, most expensive restaurant.

The waitress arrives before Terry can answer. She asks what they’d like, and he orders the most expensive dish, tagliolini pasta with lobster and truffles. Daniel doesn’t even like seafood, but it's worth pissing off the alpha. Or he thought so anyway. Terry smiles and says he’ll have the same, along with a bottle of red from their top shelf.

He grits his teeth. Maybe the alpha is being polite, or he doesn’t know the price. It doesn’t matter though. Daniel is straying from his plan. But Terry beats him before he can even speak, asking, “So, how was your day, Daniel?” His tone is so friendly that a real answer almost comes out of Daniel.

Instead though, he crosses his arms with a pout. “Shit, I hated it.” Simple but effective.

Terry frowns. “Why? What happened?”

God, that sounded genuine. Daniel pretends to be unphased. “Oh, nothing particularly. I just fucking hate it here. Everyone sucks, and there’s nothing to do.” Which is such a lie. “You wouldn’t understand.” But that isn’t.

“I have bad days sometimes too,” Terry tells him. “Yesterday, I had a difficult work meeting, and then I sat in two hours of traffic.” Daniel rolls his eyes. Like that could even compare. “I remember you said in the letter that your favorite place is the Bahamas. Have you ever been there?”

Shit, he completely forgot everything he wrote. Now he’ll have to come up with an excuse that isn’t “I picked somewhere expensive and impractical so you’d be annoyed.” Daniel shrugs and says, “No, just thought it sounds—I don’t know…peaceful. Why? You hate it? Or been there too many times to count?”

A laugh rumbles out of Terry. The sound makes Daniel’s heart flutter, more than he wants to admit. “Only once or twice. For business. That’s how I’ve done most of my traveling. Or with a friend if he isn’t busy.” His lips draw into a smile. “But I would be open to doing more traveling, preferably with a mate to enjoy the trip with.”

Daniel hates how amazing the idea sounds, being able to see the world with someone you love. “Sounds nice.” The comment comes out before he can restrain himself, and his tone is hopeful, nothing close to rude.

Terry’s smile widens. Before either can speak, the waitress returns with the wine. She pours them both a glass, sets the bottle in ice on the table, and notes the food will be ready soon. Once she leaves again, the alpha lifts his glass into the air with a smile.

“To a wonderful evening,” he cheers, and Daniel smirks at the perfect opportunity.

“We’ll see,” he mutters and ignores Terry’s toast to take a drink.

The wine is fine, really. Not that much different from cheap stuff Daniel’s had at family gatherings. But that answer isn’t rude enough. He’ll have to take it up a notch. “Ugh.” Daniel slams his glass down with a groan. “Gross. It tastes like cheap grape juice.”

Any decent person would be annoyed. Instead, Terry hums and stares at the bottle. “I think you’re right. Perhaps she got the order wrong.” He looks around the room with a frown. “I’ll ask the waitress to double-check when she comes back around.”

Oh God. The last thing Daniel wants to do is get someone in trouble. He’s fine pissing off Terry but not a hardworking innocent woman. “No, don’t,” he blurts, then remembers he’s supposed to be rude and crosses his arms. “She’ll just fuck it up again.”

For a second, he swears the alpha’s lip quirk up, almost looking amused. But whatever was there is gone in a flash. Terry frowns and glances toward the back of the restaurant. “I just hope the food is acceptable. This was supposed to be the best place in town. I had my assistant Margaret check.”

Terry did research for their date? Did he care that much about trying to please him? Daniel’s heart flutters in his chest, but he ignores the feeling, remembering his mission. “We should’ve gone to the city.” He slouches against the booth and lets out a loud groan. “God, this town’s going to the dogs.”

It hurts Daniel to talk trash about Newark, but at least his performance is successful. Everyone nearby turns to stare at them, and Terry looks less than enthused, glancing around the room. Daniel pretends not to care, sipping his glass of wine. When silence follows for several minutes, he’s ready to declare a victory. But then a hand settles over his on the table, bringing the alpha’s scent closer, and his gaze jumps to Terry who smiles back.

“I’m sorry you’re not having a good time” He rubs his thumb across Daniel’s. “If you wish, we can leave now, and I’ll take us somewhere more acceptable. I know a chef who owns a restaurant on the upper east side. I’m sure he can find a table for us.”

His tone is so sincere that Daniel almost groans in annoyance. Clearly, Terry isn’t bothered by his bratty behavior, but he’s not willing to act any more rude than he has already. Which means it’s time to switch to plan b: acting like a slut. Because while the alpha doesn’t care if he’s impolite, there’s no way he’s going to want an omega who’s slept with half the town. Only Daniel’s never been past second past—with only one beta no less. Thankfully, he’s prepared an act for this strategy too.

“Nah, might as well stay. We’re already here.” Daniel slides off his suit jacket and undoes the top few buttons of his shirt, exposing a sliver of his mating gland. As expected, this draws the eyes of Terry instantly, but his expression doesn’t change. “It’s just—I know the chef. He might spit in our food.”

The alpha’s brow raises, eyes coming back to his face. “Really? Why’s that?”

Daniel glances back at the kitchen door. “Let’s just say the alpha couldn’t get enough of what I was serving,” he says with a smirk, and Terry’s lips press together tightly.

Jackpot. Now he’s getting somewhere. “Didn’t help that was cooking for his beta brother too.” Daniel shrugs. “But what can I say? I’m an experienced chef.”

There’s silence for a moment, as Terry simply stares at him. Daniel can’t help but curl his fist in victory under the table. He’s going to be asked to leave, maybe even yelled at. But then a laugh escapes the alpha, and he stiffens in confusion. “Well, that’s good to hear…because I can’t cook at all,” Terry says with a grin. “Maybe you could give me cooking lessons sometime. Or at least share your recipes.”

God dammit. He rolls his eyes. Is this alpha stupid or what? Didn’t he catch the innuendo? “Christ,” Daniel mutters under his breath. He’ll have to get more obvious. But before he can say anything else, the waitress returns with their food and places a dish in front of each of them.

“Looks better than I thought,” Terry chuckles, reading for his fork and knife. “Have you had this before?”

“Uh—” Daniel unwraps his utensils while he thinks of a response. “Yeah, but I don’t remember the taste much. Had too many garlic knots that night.” To punctuate the words, he winks and stuffs a helping of the pasta in his mouth.

Terry nods but doesn’t respond until he’s taken a bite himself. “I’ve never been one for garlic,” he admits. “But maybe you could convince me” Daniel coughs, almost choking in shock at his ignorance, and the alpha’s eyes widen. “Are you okay? Here, let me—”

He swallows with a gasp and pushes away his hand, wanting the alpha’s addicting smell as far away as possible. “I’m fine. Just went down the wrong pipe.”

“Good, you had me worried.” Terry smiles, and Daniel looks away, irritated at the failure of his plan. Maybe he has to be more obvious. Even though he hoped to leave with some dignity.

An opportunity arises when the beta waitress returns to their table. “How is everything?” she asks with a smile Her friendliness only makes Daniel feel worse, but hopefully, she’ll understand. He can always come back later and explain someday.

“It’s—” Terry begins, but he cuts the alpha off. “It’s wonderful!” Daniel exclaims with a smirk.

She nods. “Good to hear. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask.” “Well, there is something else I want,” Daniel purrs, leaning in close enough to smell her faint rose and vanilla scent. “What time do you get off tonight?”

He brushes his hand against her thigh, and her eyes go wide. “I—” She glances between them. “That’s—”

“That’s all.” A low, commanding voice cuts in. He sucks in a breath, snapping his gaze to Terry leering across the table. Daniel pulls his hand back, reacting to the alpha growl before his brain can catch up.

This seems to please Terry. He smiles and nods at the waitress who scurries away. But his eyes narrow again when he turns back to Daniel, still frozen for some strange reason. “Are you done yet?” he asks with a sigh, tone dripping with irritation.

Daniel blinks at him. “What?”

Terry takes another bite before answering. “This—” He waves the fork between them. “Your act.”

His stomach drops at the accusation. Does he mean—he can’t possibly know—was Daniel being that obvious? He clears his throat. “W-what do you mean?” Despite playing dumb, he can’t strip the nervous stutter from his words.

“You know very well.” Terry’s chuckle sounds more amused than angry.

Still, even if he’s not mad, there’s no way Daniel’s confessing. Not until he has to. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he snaps, slamming his fork on the table. “I’m not doing anything!”

His rising voice earns the attention of a few guests nearby, but Terry doesn’t react more than glancing at the silverware before returning his gaze to the omega. “Yes, you are,” he declares while reaching for his glass. “But I’ll play your little game and explain—this time anyway.”

Daniel swallows, waiting for an answer. He swears the alpha takes longer than necessary to drink his wine. But once he sets the glass back down, Terry smiles and steeples his hands on the table. “Where shall I begin? Perhaps the beginning. When I first received your application.” Daniel shrugs like he doesn’t care, but his heart is thumping in his chest.

Terry nods. “First, let me be honest. I wasn’t really interested in an omega—or mating. Not in the slightest. But my assistant Margaret—she’s ‘concerned’ about me, apparently. So she signed me up for this alpha-omega matchmaking agency—behind my back.” Daniel snorts. She sounds like his mom. “Anyway, I glanced at a few applications, but nothing stuck out. Like I suspected. I am a man of particular taste…But then yours came across my desk, and your picture alone interested me.”

Heat rises to Daniel’s cheeks. He never thought a man like Terry would be interested in him. At least not for his looks. Though that would explain why the alpha still wanted to meet him after the photos and answers Daniel sent.

“But,” Terry continues with a growing smile. “Your photos—they looked very…staged.”

The word is like a kick to Daniel’s face. But to avoid looking phased, he swallows and stares straight ahead.

“So I did my own research, of course. Or rather, Margaret did.” Uh oh. Daniel didn’t like the sound of that. “She was able to get a hold of your school yearbook. But those photos looked posed too. So I reached out to the agency, and your mother sent out some more photos the next. Didn’t she tell you?” His jaw tightens. No, she didn’t. God dammit. He got played by his own mother. “Well, the Daniel in those photos seemed nothing like the brat you were trying to portray in the first batch—and today.”

Before he can stop himself, Daniel lifts a hand to palm his face, But once he realizes and pulls back, it’s already too late. From the grin on Terry’s face, he clearly saw everything. “So, you see.” The alpha glances at the door then turns back to Daniel. “The jig was up—long before you even walked in here and put on that act.”

Daniel’s heart stutters in his chest. He’s been caught. Terry knows everything. But wait—what about the questionnaire? He still has that at least. “Think whatever you want. But that was me, and this is me,” he defends. “Didn’t you get my survey? Everything I wrote was the truth. It’s not my fault if you can’t handle me.”

A bark of laughter erupts from Terry. “Oh, Danny-boy,” he chuckles, the nickname a shiver down Daniel’s back. When did that start? “I can handle you well enough. Even if this—” He spreads his arms wide between them. “Is the real you.” Daniel’s hand curls to a fist under the table. Fuck, he embarrassed himself for nothing. “But I know it’s not,” Terry adds. “At least, not to this extent.”

That’s a hell of a claim. “How could you know?” Daniel growls. Did his mom redo the questionnaire too? He swears she sent the letter as is.

Terry shrugs. “I did my homework, like any good businessman would.”

Daniel raises a brow. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Exactly what you think,” he answers. “I hired a private investigator to look into you. He spoke with your friends and family, pretending to be a potential employer, and they painted an entirely different picture of Daniel LaRusso. One that looked nothing like the person you pretended to be today, or in those photos, or the survey.”

A shiver runs down Daniel’s spine. He’s not sure what’s more unsettling, that Terry sent a stranger to investigate him or that the man knew who to ask and where. “I can’t believe you did that,” he hisses. “You’re crazy."

The alpha barks a laugh. “You really think I’d fly all the way here without doing a little digging first?” Daniel’s face burns with self-consciousness. Maybe he was stupid for assuming, but still, a phone call would have sufficed. “But I’m not saying that to offend you. I would do the same for any omega I was interested in.” He leans in closer, and the distance makes his scent grow stronger. “And it’s a good thing I did because all that talk about you ‘cooking’ around town might’ve fooled me. But we both know that’s not the truth, is it?”

Shame burns like a flame under Daniel’s skin. He can’t believe this is happening, that the alpha would go that far. “Jesus Christ.” He starts to button his shirt back up, feeling like a fool. “What the hell did he ask them?” Because he can only imagine the worst.

“Relax,” Terry chuckles, but Daniel doesn’t miss his gaze flickering to Daniel’s chest. “I told him to be discreet. But let’s just say…your family likes to gossip. He didn’t have to say much before your past relationships came up. Or should I say relationship?”

Daniel groans and drops his head back against the booth. “God dammit.” Having a big mouth seems to run in his family, and sadly, he’s not an expectation from that rule. They know way more than any relative should about his sex life, which means Terry was right when he said “the jig is up.” His act was a complete waste of time.

“Fine.” He slams a hand on the table. “You’re right, okay? I was faking it.” His hands come together to clap slowly and sarcastically. “Congratulations, you found me out. Can I go now?” Daniel glances around, looking for the waitress. “Maybe I can get this to go or—”

Terry’s hand on his stops him mid-sentence. He freezes and glances up at the frowning alpha. “Wait, Daniel, hear me out.” His plea sounds sincere, and he even retracts his touch, earning Daniel’s silence to continue. “I wasn’t lying when I said I was interested in you, and despite everything, I still am. So let’s start over and make this a real date.” He holds out his hand with a charming smile. “I’m Terry Silver. Nice to meet you.”

He stares at the alpha’s fingers in silence, trying to decide what to do. On one hand, Terry has been creepy and manipulative, and every instinct in Daniel is saying to run, as far away as possible. But then again, he hasn’t been much better, lying and playing the alpha because he can’t stand up to his mom properly. So in a way, he feels like he owes him a genuine date, and when he was acting earlier, Terry was being a gentleman.

Plus, he’s probably the most handsome man that’s ever shown interest. And he smells ridiculously good, better than any alpha Daniel’s ever met. Even now, with his hand so close, Terry’s scent is wafting across the table, and Daniel has to close his eyes a second to concentrate on making a decision.

Ultimately, he comes up with the same answer. “Sorry,” Daniel starts, and the mere word makes Terry drop his hand. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m not really interested in dating right now, and I don't even know you. But thanks for the offer.” He tears his gaze from the alpha whose smile has faded to glance around the restaurant. “I wonder if I can get a box from the—”

A sigh from Terry cuts him off. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this…”

“Do what?” Daniel asks as the alpha reaches into his suit jacket and retrieves a small device that he sets on the table. “What’s that? Is that a recorder?” He’s seen them a few times in movies, but that doesn’t explain why Terry would have one. “Were you recording this? Why?”

“Leverage.” Terry shrugs. “I told you, Danny. I’m a businessman, and a good one at that.”

Is he really calling him Danny at a time like this? “Stop calling me that,” he hisses. “And what leverage? Nothing I did is illegal.” It isn’t, right? “Not illegal per say but certainly against the contract you and your mother signed.” Terry slides a hand into his jacket again, this time to pull out a folded up piece of paper that he slides across the table. “Take a look at section a, sub-section d.”

With a sneer, Daniel snatches the contract and unfolds to find the specific section, which he reads out loud. “If the omega provides false information or lies on the application or attached documents, such lies are grounds for contract termination.” He shrugs. “So what? Void it? I don’t care.” That’s exactly what he wants.

Terry taps the paper with a finger. “Go on.”

He rolls his eyes but continues. “Once the contract is voided with proof of falsification, the alpha has the right to seek payment for any—” Daniels goes silent as he reads the rest of the sentence then peers up at Terry with wide eyes.

“I take it you understand, yes?” Daniel nods, still too stunned to speak. “Good. Then if you still want to end this date and void the contract, you’re now responsible for the bill and my plane ticket here.” Terry takes back the paper and winks. “And I only fly first class.”

Daniel swallows. He can pay the restaurant bill. It might be everything he has left in savings, but he can, if he has to. But the plane ticket—there’s no way he can pay for that. His mom probably can’t either.

He runs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh. “What do you want? Cause I’ll finish this date. Whatever.” Daniel points at him with a glare. “But don’t expect me to be in a good mood now. Not when you’re sitting there threatening me.”

This earns him a laugh. “Oh, the offer’s changed now,” Terry says, reaching for his glass of wine. “We’ll finish this meal, but that’s not all I want.”

“What then? What more do you want? Cause I ain’t got much to offer.”

“You’re more than enough,” Terry purrs, and Daniel hates how that warms his cheeks. “I want you to come out to California with me—for at least a week. Give me that long to plead my case, or rather, court you. And don’t worry, you won’t be responsible for paying for anything while you’re there, and you’ll get to stay in my mansion, in your own bed. I promise.”

The offer sounds too good to be true. A free trip to California where he’ll get to stay in a mansion with a handsome alpha? Daniel would say yes in a heartbeat—if Terry were anyone else. But right now, he wants to be nowhere near the man who threatened him and interrogated his family. Well, technically he didn’t, but still.

When he doesn’t answer right away, the alpha sets his glass down with a frown “Fine, I’ll leave,” he sighs, setting the napkin from his lap on the table. “The agency will be in touch with you and your mother about payment. Have a good day, Daniel.”

Terry only gets a foot away before Daniel blurts out, “Wait.” He turns around slowly and sits back down.

“I’m listening.”

“I’m probably gonna regret this,” Daniel starts, but when Terry’s jaw tenses, he rushes to finish. “Sorry. I’m just—” He sighs and forces out the words. “I’ll do it. I’ll go with you to California. For a week. That’s it. As long as you leave my mom alone…and don’t ask us for any money. That’s my offer.”

A sharp smile worms itself to Terry’s lips. “You got a deal.” Daniel sighs in relief but startles when his plate is pushed toward him. “Eat up, Danny-boy. Our plane leaves in a few hours.”

He sucks in a breath. Yeah, he’s gonna regret this.

#my writing #fanfic #should i post this on ao3?#silverusso #cobra kai #terry silver #daniel larusso #terry silver x daniel larusso #the karate kid 3 #abo #silverusso au #alpha terry x omega daniel #arranged marriage #sort of #terry is terry and he gets what he wants

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Your Help is so Sugary Sweet

Thoma x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N has never been the best at baking now or ever. But when your very adorable baby cousin asks you to bake cookies, welp time to go to the kitchen. Even though the first round was a struggle it can’t be too bad, especially with some newly acquired help.

Words: 2,135

AN: Thank you @milkstore for the confidence boost while I was writing this fic. Also for confirming that this was as funny as I thought it was and for catching an error I had. You are the best!

“Thank you so much for showing up so last minute.” Y/N rushed Thoma inside her home. “My baby cousin signed me up to bring sugar cookies for his class’s bake sale. I told him it was okay. I mean it's just sugar cookies, right? It can't be that hard. Ugh, I’m such a fool.”

“Calm down. I’m sure what you made isn't that bad.” He placed down a few grocery bags on a dining table nearby.

“If you don’t think it's that bad why do you have all of that?” Y/N motioned towards the bags he had brought. “Even then it just smells like burnt flour in here. How am I ever gonna get that smell out of my home?"

Thoma pulled a candle out of one of the bags he brought. "Well, Ayaka and I tried candle-making last week. You could try lighting this if the smell bothers you so much." He handed the candle over. It was in a Mason jar with a wick pre-cut down ready to be lit. The wax was placed in uneven layers of reds and blues swirling together to create a few shades of purple.

Y/N took the candle. The label was homemade as well. Sticker paper with a marker telling the scent was vanilla blueberry. There were drawn-out silver sparkles with a pen that had been slightly rubbed off from being touched too early. "I love it. How could I ever light this?"

"We're supposed to try again next week with Ayato. There will be more so just light it before I do it for you. I remember where you put your lighter still."

"There's no way you do." She looked back up at his face trying to read if there was any sign that he was bluffing.

"In the second drawer on the left near your fridge pushed all the way to the back because you'd rather use wax melts than a candle most days."

Frustrated yet impressed, Y/N threw a kitchen towel that was lying on the table before going to light the candle to hopefully shut up Thoma's laughter at knowing her all too well.

Thoma followed behind heading into the kitchen only to be met with the sight of burned sugar cookies and ingredients used up on the counter. It was his own personal nightmare. Dishes were stacked high in the sink. Flour and sugar covered the floor except for the gaps where someone had walked. On the counter where the cookies were rolled out, there were spots where dough stuck to the counter from not enough flour being placed down. There was a bowl that contained the yolks from eggs for some ungodly reason.

"I was wrong to have faith in you," was all he could say as he processed what he was witnessing.

Y/N turned around, lighter in hand. “Thoma!” She whined.

“You have a bowl of egg yolk on the counter. How else am I supposed to react? It's like a tornado came through here.”

“I thought the cookies would look less yellow. If there’s white cake and yellow cake, doesn't that mean there should be white and yellow sugar cookies?” It was a genuine question with a train of thought that ran off the rails off a cliff into the ocean in the middle of a hurricane.

“The yolk is an important ingredient for the cookies.” He rubbed his forehead with flashes of some of the horrible things that Ayato had come up with maybe the same train of logic. “What else did you do?”

“I may have used half the recommended amount of sugar. You know so the kids that eat them don’t get a sugar high. It's more healthy for them anyway. That way they can snack on the cookies and they would still be tasty since there would still be sugar anyway. Why is it when I say this aloud I just know I’m in trouble?”

“Cause you’re evil. A villain!”

"A villain?"

"Yes, a villain. Don't you know when baking, that the recipe is the law."

"Aren't baking and cooking the same thing? If you can throw spices around as you please when cooking, why can't you when baking?" Y/N lit the candle and placed it on top of the counter before placing the lighter down next to it. Poor candle trying its best to cover the burnt flour smell.

"Baking is more of an exact science. And even then you shouldn't throw spices around while cooking. You'll put something in that shouldn't be there. You are doing it out of not knowing better, Ayato does it out of curiosity, and Ayato’s ideas rubbed off on Ayaka. It's a miracle how the three of you made it this far."

"I'm genuinely trying to get better though.” She explained. “Doesn't that count for something? The only reason my baby cousin signed me up to help him out was cause that one time you helped me babysit him we all baked brownies together. The memory really stuck for him. I just didn't want to let him down."

Thoma sighed. "Go start washing the dishes. I'll start cleaning up in here and then we can start baking."

Y/N perked up. "So you aren't upset with me?"

"I knew what I was signing myself up for. Even then I'm just glad you didn't burn your kitchen down yet."

"I wouldn't go that far. I know how to put out a kitchen fire. I've done it before." Y/N spoke with way too much pride for someone who just admitted to actually almost burning down a kitchen.

"Please start the dishes before I get a headache." He couldn’t be that mad anyway but was still very worried about the lack of general baking knowledge.

Y/N laughed before following her savior's wishes.

“Even though the recipe says two and three-fourths of flour we are putting a little less in so when we roll out the dough the cookies won't have too much flour on them and fall apart on us,” Thoma explained as he measured out the dry ingredients before setting them aside in a bowl. “And we are doubling the batch so that means there should be five and a half cups of flour.”

“So you can adjust the recipe!” Y/N stood nearby watching tasked with the vital job of not touching anything and paying attention to hopefully learn what were her many mistakes.

“Yes, I can adjust the recipe. You have to know what you are doing before you do whatever you want. If the batter is too wet, we add more flour. If the batter is too dry then you can add milk or eggs. But you add very little until you reach the correct consistency.”

“And when we add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients, mix it in slowly.”

“I remembered that part. It’s so easy.”

“You want to do it?”

“Yes. It’s the least I can do.” Y/N took over happily, finally having a real task again, ready for redemption.

“While you work on that, I’ll prep the cookie sheets and the counter for when the dough is ready.”

"Then we can cut them out to bake?"

"Yes. It's the easiest part. You should be able to do it by yourself while I make the frosting."

"You should wait to make the frosting. When I rolled out the dough before I couldn't get it thin enough without it falling apart and then it was uneven too."

"I'll give you a pass on that one. Learning the best way to roll out the dough can be tricky."

“So I’m not a lost cause.” Y/N teased

“I never said that.”

"But you were thinking about it."

"If I was, I wouldn't have given you the dough to mix. Are you finished with it yet?"

"Yes. Show me how it's done please." She brought the bowl over to where Thoma had cleared off the counter.

Thoma grabbed a clean measuring cup, dipped it into the bag, and took out the flour before sprinkling it over the counter. He rolled up his sleeves before hands with flour reaching in the bowl to grab the cookie dough and splitting it up in twos and then in twos again.

He took one part of the dough placing it on the center of where he had flour on the counter. "There's some rolling pins that have bands you can place on them. You just place the height you want on them and don't even have to think."

"My rolling pin is just wood and didn't come with those. How does that help me?"

"If your cousin wants you to make cookies again and I'm not around to help."

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him. "Just teach me already you meanie."

He continued trying to make his point. "If you don't get that rolling pin you should get a heavier one, this one is too light."

"Wouldn’t that just smash that dough down and be harder to move?"

"We want the dough to get smashed evenly but a heavier rolling pin isn't that hard to move around. The weight makes it easier to do the pulls and pushes more evenly since you aren't personally putting so much pressure on the dough."

"Ohhhh so I was pressing too hard into the dough."

He nodded his head. "You also need to turn the dough as you work so that when you are rolling it the pressure is placed around evenly."

"Yeah, I definitely wasn’t doing that."

"Then if you want to check to make sure it's the right size you should kneel down so you're at eye level with the counter. If you work it slowly and check every so often you should have no problem. Other than that, I think that’s all the advice I can give you.”

“So demonstration time then I get to try again?”

“That was the plan but like I said, your rolling pin is really light. It’s going to be hard to learn on this so I’ll do it for you this time if that’s alright?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I think I'd rather watch to see if I even understand first anyway."

Thoma took some more flour covering the rolling pin before getting to work, easily demonstrating his own advice. Roll the dough out, turn the dough, and repeat. It was so mundane yet surprisingly hypnotic. Odd.

It wasn’t normally a task that Y/N found herself distracted by. It had to be the sight of the dough becoming wider and thinner that she must have been enchanted. That couldn't be it though as her eyes kept drifting towards Thoma's arms. Even more odd.

Yes, Thoma was an attractive guy but it’s Thoma. That was her friend. He’s a sweetheart and a goof. His arms looked amazing as he worked on the cookies but this was the same guy who had made countless sweaters for Taromaru. Then again that might be a plus. Maybe Y/N was just overthinking things. Instead of thinking of how nice it would be to be held by those arms, it would be better to think back on when Thoma had tried the Kamisatos’ latest hotpot creations and how he remained on the floor for 30 minutes after consuming it.

Actually no. She had been late to that dinner and should have been there earlier to stop him. For someone so helpful and important in their lives, they could at least help him out every now and then and not put him through things like that. Even though he laughs through it and says it’s fine, isn’t better to see him smiling like he was doing now.

His smile was so warm and comforting, filled with so much love for those around him. With everything he was doing right now, it wasn’t hard to admire him. Which led her back to staring at his arms. It’s just from a sense of admiration, so it must be alright to do.

Thoma’s hand began to snap in front of her face. “You there? Left space yet?”

She blinked stumbling back a bit. “I’m here. I’m here!”

“I asked if you could get the cookie cutters three times now. What were you even thinking about?” He question. The rolling pin had been placed on the side of the counter.

“Uh, It was nothing. I just zoned out. That’s all.” She moved quickly out of the way heading to the drying rack to to grab what he had asked for.

Thoma frowned. He didn’t like being lied to but he didn’t want to push for an answer. Especially for something that over all wasn’t too important. “I’ll let you cut these out while I start the frosting. I’ll roll out the next batch once you’re done.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

#Gensin Thoma #Thoma #thoma x reader #genshin impact #Genshin impact x reader #So happy to finally post for him #just hoping i did him justice

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