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wheeboo · 9 months

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the secret life of jun | wen junhui

SYNOPSIS. in which jun gets set up on a blind date by his best friend. PAIRING. zoolinguist!wen junhui x gn!reader (ft. minghao, gyu the golden retriever, boo the duckling, and lil mentions of some members as their representative animals. not hybrids.) GENRE. fluff, humour, kinda strangers to lovers, magic-realism au WARNINGS. cursing, jun just being a very cute awkward shy boy :(, my first attempt at something remotely magic/fantasy WORD COUNT. 3k

notes: this is for the caratlibrary secret gift exchange event! and therefore, this gift is for @phenomenalgirl9 who also gifted a fic for me hehe. i hope you enjoy <3 this is also my first time writing something remotely fantasy/magic, so... feedback is welcome! ty to my lovely moots who read this over for me ^^

"Jun! Can you tell your dog to get the fuck off me?" Minghao attempts to shove away the ever-persistent golden retriever pawing and licking at his face, but Jun doesn't seem to hear, seemingly engrossed on something else entirely in the kitchen.

Minghao just groans annoyedly, and just as he's about to call out for his best friend's name again, a thought crosses his mind. A sort-of stupid one that he knows won't work, but he'll try it out anyway.

He brings a hand up, watching the dog follow it with curiosity, and he points to the ground while firmly saying, "Down."

Unfortunately, the dog only tilts his head inquisitively, as if dazed and confused by the action, before relentlessly pouncing on the boy again, and all he could do is surrender himself to the attack of excitement. Right, he thinks, these animals don't exactly understand him normally.

Jun finally emerges from the kitchen after what feels like an eternity, a black cat cuddled gently in his arms, lightly running his fingers through its fur carefully. When he picks his head up, he could only chuckle at the sight in front of him. Minghao only rolls his eyes, shooting a playful glare to his best friend who only seems amused.

"Your dog is a menace," Minghao declares, wiping away the slobber from his face.

"Come on! Gyu just likes you."

"I'm not sure I share the sentiment right now," Minghao replies almost coldly, perhaps even half-jokingly, attempting to regain his composure.

Jun just sighs and sends out a whistle from his lips to get the dog's attention. And with a subtle look from just his eyes, as if sending a silent signal, Gyu hops off the couch and trots over to Jun, letting out a few barks in response.

"He says he doesn't like your attitude today," Jun translates, setting the cat in his hands down on the floor. "but he's forgiven you."

"Gee, thanks," Minghao scoffs and crosses his arms together, still trying to maintain a façade of irritation, though it's quite easy to see right through it.

He watches for some time as Jun crouches down to the dog's level, the two of them communicating in a way he knows he can never understand, but is grown to be amazed by every time. It isn't a secret that he knows that his own best friend can communicate with animals, as strange as that might sound (because... it's true), but it's a fact he's fully accepted.

Jun probably has more animal friends than human friends at this point. He's made friends with the birds at the park, the stray cats that roam the streets, a deer that comes to visit occasionally behind his place, an otter that frequents at a nearby pond, hell even one of the tigers at the zoo𑁋the list goes on.

And not to exactly complain, but he also really wants Jun to find a fucking partner.

Not that it's a bad thing Jun isn't seeing anyone, and it totally isn't the entire reason why Minghao is here right now. He has tried to set Jun up on dates, but the older boy almost always manages to find some excuse or simply doesn't show up, claiming he got caught up in a conversation with a stray cat or a butterfly on the way. Or the date ends up in disaster with a chase down the street of the neighbourhood raccoons stealing food.

But then again, that's Jun for you𑁋unpredictable.

"One more date."

Jun raises his head, and the moment he sees that particular smirk to Minghao's face, he groans.

"No."

"Oh, come on, just one more," Minghao insists. "I promise you'll like them. They're an animal lover."

"Just because they're an animal lover doesn't mean𑁋"

"You're either going to be drinking 'till you're absolutely couch-ridden on new year's because you're single and lonely again, or you could be celebrating with someone special. Your call, dude."

Jun finds his face flushing out of embarrassment, scratching absentmindedly behind Gyu's ears as Minghao's words wash over him. Then his features soften, and he lets out a sigh.

"Fine," he relents. "One more."

Shit, he's screwed. The minute Minghao told him the date would be happening in the middle of the park where he often chatted with the local squirrels and ducks, Jun knew this already wouldn't end well.

He also had quite the love-hate relationship with blind dates𑁋or dates in general, to be honest𑁋and the thought of meeting a stranger made his palms sweat even with the cold threatening through his thick coat (he's convinced that Minghao is pulling anyone out of his ass at this point).

The park is covered with a light blanket of snow, the trees standing tall and glowing with strings of fairy lights against the grey winter sky. Jun shivers in place and adjusts the scarf around his neck, partially from the cold and partially from the impending awkwardness he anticipates.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for being late! The traffic was awful coming here and I got a bit lost..."

The voice is frantic and panicky to Jun's ears akin to his equally panicking heart, who turns around to a figure rushing up to him, covered in layers and letting out misty breaths that appear in the air.

"It's okay," Jun says, voice coming out a bit awkward. He offers a reassuring smile. "I'm, uh... Jun, by the way."

"Y/N," You say, relieved as you finally catch your breath and look up at him with a cute grin. "I'm so sorry for being late. I hope you weren't waiting for too long."

"Oh, not at all. I... just got here as well." It's a bit of a white lie𑁋he was beginning to worry you ditched him, honestly. Jun feels his hands fidget in his pockets nervously, yet he sees the ease that washes over your features at his words, and he relaxes slightly. There's something about the way you carry yourself and the slight blush on your cheeks from the cold that eases some of his tension.

And maybe, just maybe, his heart stutters a little at your smile, like a startled butterfly in his chest. Did the lights at the park grow brighter?

"Would you like to, uh, maybe grab some hot chocolate?" Jun suggests, gesturing towards the small, lit up kiosk nestled in the corner of the park that seemed quite busy with customers. "It can help... warm you up."

Your eyes light up to his words, grinning. "That sounds perfect, actually."

As you both walk towards the kiosk, the air seems to crackle with a nervous energy Jun hadn't expected. Despite the awkwardness gnawing at him, he can't deny the strange sense of hope fluttering in his stomach, somewhat like a small bird unsure of its flight. He's not the best at dates and probably never will be, but for some reason, feeling this sort of apprehension is unlike anything else he's felt. It's not uncomfortable per se, but more... exciting?

The two of you stand in the back of the line, shoulder-to-shoulder, hands tucked deep in your pockets and sharing silences punctuated by the occasional nervous giggle when your eyes meet. The line at the kiosk is surprisingly long, a mix of bundled-up families with laughing children and young couples warming their hands around steaming plastic cups.

When your shoulder brushes against his, Jun freezes for a moment, feeling a warmth spreading through him that has nothing to do with the hot chocolate. He steals a glance at you, finding your gaze already on him, and there's a shy smile that you both share before you look away first.

Then Jun notices it𑁋you're shivering.

It's almost imperceptible at first, a slight tremor running through your shoulders as you shift your weight from foot to foot. He hesitates for a moment, then a nervous breath leaves him. Fuck it.

Without a word, he unravels the wooly scarf from around his neck and drapes it over you, fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary as he adjusts it comfortably. You blink up at Jun with wide eyes.

"Sorry I, uh... noticed you were cold," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

You glance at him, surprise evident in your eyes, and then you chuckle. "Are you sure? I don't want you to freeze."

"I'll be alright," Jun just assures calmly, though the chill creeping up his neck is a bit hard to hide now.

The line moves forward, and soon you're ordering hot chocolate for the both of you. Jun pays for both, insisting with a small nod when you attempt to pull out your wallet.

As Jun and you clutch the steaming cups, the warmth radiating through the thin plastic felt almost comforting. The park bustles around you, but with each sip, the outside world seems to fade away, leaving only the diffident hum of conversation and the fluttering hope that dances between you.

"So, uh, what kind of animals do you like?" Jun asks, trying to break the ice as you both trail down an empty path close to the icy pond nearby. He's not exactly smooth with conversation, but he figures asking about your supposed love for animals is a safe bet. "I've been told you like them."

Your eyes light up as you take a swift, long sip of the hot chocolate, the warmth quickly spreading through you.

"Oh, all kinds!" You answer eagerly. "I volunteer at an animal shelter not that far from here and take care of the injured ones. I have a lot of pets at home too𑁋a hamster, a dog, a few cats, a rabbit... How about you?"

You spoke so quickly that Jun could barely register it all, but he can't help but grin at your enthusiasm. It’s almost infectious.

"Wow, I have, uh... a dog and a cat at home... Gyu and Woozi are their names," Jun replies slowly, almost unsurely.

"That's really cute!" You tell him, catching the way the corners of his lips crinkle up just slightly and how he has to angle his face down just to hide it. "My hamster's name is Hoshi! My dog is Minnie, my rabbit is Hannie, and my cats are Wonu, Nonie..."

Listening to you list your pets' names and some of the ones you've taken care of at the shelter makes Jun feel just a tiny bit lighter with each step he takes with you, and also from the way your eyes sparkle with every word you spoke. He finds himself letting out giggles at your stories of Hoshi's escape attempts and Min's stubborn streak, and for the first time in a long time, he feels truly comfortable, truly seen in a way that didn't feel fake.

Yet it doesn't take long for that feeling to falter just slightly. He doesn't know what Minghao exactly told you about him, or if anything at all𑁋how does he explain to you that he can quite literally talk to animals?

He knew that spilling the beans could go one of two ways: either you'd think he was crazy, or you'd be amazed (and maybe even a little scared). He's never exactly revealed it to any person he goes on a date with because, in the end, after a handful of mishap encounters with animals that don't mean to ruin the date, they end up leaving anyway.

Should he tell you? The words dance on his tongue, ready to tumble out, but that unwanted fear of rejection holds him back once again.

But before he can say anything, a squeaky quack pierces through the air, snapping Jun out of his thoughts. He looks down to see a small duckling waddling towards them, its tiny yellow head bobbing with each step. It stops in front of you, tilting its head inquisitively as it looks you up and down curiously, before heading to Jun's feet and quacking loudly.

It's Boo, one of the park's young resident chatterboxes who loves nothing more than socialising and the occasional spread of gossip. Jun had befriended Boo a while back, often sharing stories and snacks by the pond. But what was Boo doing here, and why does he look so worried? Jun could almost hear a frantic heartbeat echoing through the duckling's chest.

Boo lets out a series of rapid quacks. Jun strains to decipher the splurge of words, picking up snippets about stolen food and a local raccoon, and... how one of his siblings is stuck somewhere.

"Oh my gosh, you're so cute!" You exclaim, kneeling down upon noticing the young duck in front of Jun and extending a tentative hand. "What are you doing out here, little one? You're going to freeze."

Jun could only listen as the distraught duck spills its frustration on you. Yet you didn't understand anything, only continuing to coo about how cute the duckling is, and Jun watches as Boo looks up at him with pleading eyes, urging him to do something. He knew he had to act, but he glances at you, still kneeling with outstretched hand at Boo, and his mind races.

Should he explain his... ability to you and risk making you uncomfortable? Or maybe try to handle it on his own, somehow decipher Boo's instructions and lead you on a cryptic animal rescue mission that might look completely bizarre, delusional, and psychotic?

"Do you think it's lost?" You ask worriedly, glancing back up at Jun. And when his gaze catches yours, warm and hopeful in the glow of the fairy lights surrounding you, a surge of determination pulses through him.

Jun only quietly chuckles at Boo's attempts to tell you his name, his tiny feathered body vibrating with slight annoyance, but your gentle cooing and outstretched hand seem to soothe him a little. The sight stirs something deep within him, a warmth that spreads beyond the simple comfort of the hot chocolate from earlier.

"He's not lost," Jun says, his gaze meeting yours. "He's... a friend. And he's telling us a story. Oh, and his name is Boo, by the way."

Your brow furrows in confusion, a tiny crease appearing between your eyes. “You… understand ducks?”

Jun offers a hesitant smile, a knot of anxiety twisting in his stomach. There's no going back now.

“It’s a bit more than that,” he admits sheepishly, watching your expression shift from curious to intrigued. “I can, um, like... sort of talk to animals, I guess. Or they sort of talk to me, basically, yeah..."

The silence that follows is deafening. Jun braces himself for a wave of disbelief, rejection, maybe even a startled shriek. But instead, your eyes widen with awe, a growing smile forms on your lips, and Jun can't quite bring himself to tear his gaze away from you. He'd taken a leap of faith, and you, instead of running for the hills, were looking at him with... wonder?

"Wow, that's..." You breathe, voice hushed with wonder. "I-I mean I always knew that... sort of existed? Like, in research papers and ancient history, but meeting someone who can actually do it is just..."

Jun blinks, a bit taken aback by your reaction.

"You're not... freaked out or anything?" he asks cautiously. "Like... you actually believe me?"

"Jun." You turn to him, shifting so that your knees are slightly touching in the snow. "Minghao told me like... a lot of things, or tried to at least. I mean, at first I found it ridiculous, then I realised that this is Xu Minghao telling me this, and if he's vouching for you, it must be true. And, well... I really wanted to get to know you too."

Oh. "Oh," Jun mutters, cheeks flushing and face burning. Minghao, of course. He should have known his best friend with a 'credible' reputation wouldn't simply set him up on a blind date without throwing him under the bus a little bit. "I mean, it-it's nothing too fascinating. No mind-reading or telepathy exactly, just… understanding their gestures and stuff. It's kind of like learning a new language, you know?"

"Well, can you tell me what Boo is saying then?" You quirk up expectantly, and Jun swears he cannot handle more than five seconds of you peering at him without melting completely. His heart does a little double flip in his chest, landing somewhere around his ankles.

Jun chuckles, a warm sound that feels right at home amidst the snowy air. Then he takes a deep breath, steadying himself under your gaze, before turning his attention back to the little duck at his feet.

"Alright, alright," he teases, ruffling Boo's feathers playfully. "Don't get jealous, little guy. Spill it."

Boo then goes on an insistent frenzy of quacks, and you could only watch in awe as Jun listens carefully, nodding and humming in response. There's a certain magic in the air that you can sense, as if you've stepped right into a fairytale of some sorts. The small duckling then looks up at you with begging eyes, as if seeking your help as well. Jun shoots you a quick glance, and you can see the uncertainty in his eyes.

"He's pretty worked up," he admits, clearing his throat. "He's telling me about a raccoon that stole his flock's food, and... um, one of his siblings is stuck in a log somewhere. I have some food with me, but he wants to find his sibling first. He knows the way."

"Then let's do it," You say, rising to your feet and dusting off the snow on your pants.

Jun hesitates again, staring at you in slight disbelief𑁋you want to come with him? He glances at Boo, who lets out a frustrated quack, urging him to make a decision. Then he looks back at you, your kind eyes holding his own, and suddenly the choice becomes clear.

"Do you trust me?" Jun asks softly, his heart pounding in his chest.

You hold his gaze for a moment, a thoughtful look on your face. Then a smile blooms across your lips, one that reaches your eyes and seems to chase away the worry.

"I trust you," You answer, stretching an open hand towards him.

Jun feels a warmth spread through him, and he grabs your hand in his. Relief and something else courses through him, like excitement and perhaps a bit of fear. You were in, and that was all that mattered.

Boo lets out a triumphant quack, and with him waddling excitedly at your feet, you follow Jun deeper into the park, the fairy lights casting long shadows against the snow-covered ground. It's a strange sight𑁋you walking on one side of Jun and a duckling trotting on the other𑁋but with every step, whatever awkwardness that was lingering seems to melt away.

And maybe, just maybe, something else was blossoming too.

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aishangotome · 2 months

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Leon Dompteur: Even If The World is Destroyed

From A Hidden Oath: King of the BEAST (2024 Election) - Collection Event

Thank you @dark-frosted-heart for providing the SE video!

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One night, when I got out of the bath, Emma was sitting on the bed with a book in her hand, shedding large tears.

Emma: S-sob... It was such a wonderful story...

Leon: You're so pure and cute to cry so much because you're so emotionally involved in the story.

Emma: It's embarrassing to be stared at like that.

Leon: It's okay, isn't it? Because I love you.

Chuckling, I wiped away her tears with my fingers, and her flushed eyes curved into a soft arc.

Emma: Thank you.

Leon: Yeah. Was that book such a tearjerker?

Emma: Yes, it's a love story set in a world that's being destroyed by natural disasters, and its not just sad, but the love between the characters is beautiful.

Leon: Can't the world be saved from destruction?

Emma: ... Right. The main focus is on how the two of them will spend the limited time they have until the world is destroyed.

Emma: Hey, Leon, what would you do if the world was going to end?

Leon: So it's not just this country, but the whole continent?

Emma lowered her eyes to the book on her lap.

Emma: I think one of the joys of reading is to imagine yourself as a character in the story and think about what you would do.

Emma: This time, it's such a grand story about the end of the world, so I was curious to hear what Leon would do.

Leon: I see. Thanks for letting me share in the joy of reading.

(––The world, huh?)

Those words brought to mind the smiling face of Emma in front of him.

(When I was a slave, I was moved from place to place, so I didn't have a place I could call home.)

(The royal court is the same, this is Leon's place, not mine.)

(But after meeting Emma, for the first time, I had a place I could call my own.)

(You loved the real me… my "world" is right here with you.)

(If that were to be destroyed––)

I suddenly noticed Emma staring at me intently.

Emma's eyes were so full of expectation for my answer that I couldn't help but pull her arm and lie down on the bed, holding her close.

Emma: Leon, what's wrong all of a sudden?

Leon: I just wanted to touch you. We can imagine, talk, and even embrace each other, right?

Emma: Hehe, you're right. I like this better too.

Leon: You really do say such honest and cute things.

Emma: Because I love being held by Leon, it's warm and reassuring…

Leon: Yeah, me too.

Emma: I'm sure even if the world ends, the warmth and reassurance Leon gives me won't change.

(You're not only warm, but you also smell sweet and nice.)

As I held Emma tighter to better smell her scent, a certain feeling welled up in my chest.

(My world… this place we've built together, I won't lose it no matter what happens.)

I leaned over Emma and kissed a lock of her beautiful hair.

Leon: If there's a premise that there's no escape from destruction, I'll just keep loving you even after it's gone.

Leon: Even if this world and our souls are destroyed, I'll be reborn over and over again.

Emma: Reborn...

I gently caressed Emma's cheek as she blinked her eyes in wonder.

Leon: Even if this world is destroyed, there might be another world somewhere else.

Leon: Or maybe the earth will gradually regenerate, and eventually new continents and countries will be born.

Leon: If that happens, it's possible that we'll be reborn in another world.

Emma: That's right! The idea of a new world being born, or living a new life, is very hopeful and wonderful.

Leon: Right?

Leon: And no matter where I'm born or what form I take, I'll definitely find you and come for you.

Leon: No matter how many times I'm reborn, I'll never forget you.

Leon: There's no way I could forget this love.

Emma: Hehe, you're so confident. But if it's Leon, I think you really could do it.

Emma: I'll never forget Leon either, and no matter how many times I'm reborn, I'll fall in love with you.

Emma: No, I think I definitely won't be able to help but fall in love with you.

Leon: I'll be reborn as a good man so you'll love me again.

Emma: I wonder if we'll ever be reborn as animals?

Leon: Ugh, it's possible. Even if I'm reborn as a lion and you're a rabbit, I'll still try to woo you.

Emma: I might be surprised and run away at first, but I'll be waiting.

Even in our playful banter, the feelings welling up in my chest felt hot and unwavering.

(No matter what happens, my home will never change, and I have no intention of losing it.)

(Even if the world is destroyed, I will continue to love you.)

I kissed Emma, who was smiling happily, as if to swear my feelings from the bottom of my heart.

FIN

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cookienha · 7 months

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☆ crush 101: how to ask your crush out

¦ gunwook x gn!reader, fluff

¦ warnings: -

¦ a/n: a lil cb before school starts hehe

I couldn't help but fidget nervously as I sat in my seat, my eyes darting across the classroom to steal glances at Gunwook, the object of my affection. He was engrossed in his textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration, and I couldn't help but admire the way his eyes sparkled with intelligence.

Today was the day I decided to put my plan into action, the plan I — or rather, my friend Gyuvin — had meticulously crafted after hours of scouring the internet for tips on how to get your crush to like you. It was foolproof, or so I hoped.

"Just do it, Y/N. It won't kill you," Gyuvin remarked, his eyes rolling in distaste as he watched me fidget nervously. "I'm a pro at making these types of plans."

I sighed, knowing that Gyuvin was right. After all, he had a knack for concocting elaborate schemes and had a long history of successful matchmaking among our friends.

"Fine, fine," I relented, summoning what little courage I had left. "But promise me it won't end in disaster."

He flashed me a confident grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Trust me, Y/N. With my master plan, you'll have Gunwook eating out of the palm of your hand in no time," he declared, his voice brimming with unwavering confidence.

And with Gyuvin's assurance ringing in my ears, I took a deep breath and prepared to dive headfirst into the carefully curated plan.

Step one: Be confident

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my posture and tried to channel all the confidence I could muster as I made my way over to Gunwook's desk.

As I approached Gunwook's desk, my heart raced with uncertainty.

We weren't the closest; in fact, we were never close. We were merely classmates who had barely interacted with one another. Our paths had rarely crossed, and our conversations were limited to brief exchanges in passing.

Would he welcome my sudden presence, or would he find it intrusive? Before I could overthink it any further, I cleared my throat nervously and mustered the courage to speak.

"Hey," I greeted him, offering a tentative smile.

Gunwook looked up from his textbook, surprise flickering in his eyes. "Oh, hi, Y/N," he replied, returning my smile with a warm one of his own. "Is everything okay? Do you need something?"

His genuine concern took me aback, momentarily catching me off guard. But I quickly recovered, grateful for his openness and kindness.

"Oh, um, no, I was just... passing by," I stammered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

But his smile remained unchanged, eyes eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Well, feel free to stop by anytime," he said, his tone inviting.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Gunwook returned his attention to his textbook, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth flood my cheeks.

Step two: Find common interests

"What are you studying?" I asked, gesturing to the textbook in front of him.

"Chemistry," He replied, his enthusiasm evident. "I've always been fascinated by the way chemicals interact with each other."

As Gunwook shared his enthusiasm for chemistry, I felt a pang of guilt knotting in my stomach. It was clear that this subject held a special place in his heart, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for his intellect and curiosity.

While I admired his passion, the truth was, chemistry had never been my forte. It wasn't that I disliked chemistry per se, but it certainly wasn't a subject I was particularly passionate about.

But in that moment, I couldn't bear to admit it — not when it seemed like our shared interest could bring us closer together.

"I like chemistry too," I blurted out before I could stop myself, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush. It tasted like a bitter lie on my tongue.

Instantly, a flush of embarrassment crept up my cheeks, but I forced myself to maintain a composed facade, hoping to keep up the charade just a little while longer.

To my relief, Gunwook's eyes lit up with genuine interest. "Really? That's nice," he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. "It's always nice to meet someone who shares my passion for chemistry."

As we delved into a discussion about our favorite chemical compounds and reactions, I found myself struggling to keep up with Gunwook's enthusiasm.

But despite my lack of genuine interest, I couldn't deny the thrill of being able to connect with him on a deeper level, even if it meant bending the truth just a little.

Step two: Find common interests (maybe lie a little)

Step three: Break the ice with humour

As Gunwook and I continued our conversation on chemistry, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease lingering at the back of my mind.

While our shared interest had provided a starting point for connection, I knew that genuine chemistry couldn't be built on a foundation of falsehoods.

Determined to steer the conversation in a more authentic direction, I racked my brain for a way to inject some levity into our interaction. And then, inspiration struck.

"You know," I began, mustering up a playful grin, "They say that chemistry is the study of matter, but I think it's more like magic."

Gunwook's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but to my relief, a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "Magic, huh? I like that analogy," he replied, his lips quirking into a smile.

Encouraged by his response, I pressed on, eager to keep the momentum going.

"Yeah, think about it — mixing two elements together and watching them react in unexpected ways. It's like witnessing a mini fireworks show right in the palm of your hand," I continued, my enthusiasm growing with each word.

To my delight, Gunwook chuckled, his laughter echoing softly in the air. "You have a way with words," he remarked, his gaze softening with genuine warmth.

Step four: Spit the truth

Emboldened by his positive response, I decided to throw caution to the wind and lay my cards on the table.

"So, um, I was thinking... Would you be interested in grabbing coffee with me sometime?" I blurted out, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if Gunwook was lost in thought, causing my heart to race with uncertainty. I began to fidget nervously, worrying that I may have overstepped or misread his signals.

But then, to my relief, a warm smile spread across Gunwook's face. "Sure, I'd love to," he replied, his eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

As relief flooded over me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for what the future held. "Great, it's a date then." I said, unable to contain the joy in my voice.

With plans in place, I bid farewell to Gunwook, feeling a sense of exhilaration coursing through my veins. "I'll see you after school," I confirmed, earning a nod from him before turning to head back to Gyuvin sitting at the back of the class.

I happily skipped over to the boy who sat with his arms folded, expression unreadable. "It worked!" I exclaimed, bursting with joy.

His eyes lit up with curiosity as he glanced up at me. A smug grin spread on his face, "I told you my plan would work," He remarked, chuckling.

Each passing minute felt like an eternity and my stomach fluttered with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, stealing glances at the boy sitting near the front of the class, the anticipation of our impending coffee date heightening my senses.

Maybe I'll admit the white lie on chemistry later, I'd thought, chuckling to myself.

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teriuss · 1 year

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hello, i love ur writing so muchh! do u mind if i request about buster bros with reader that easily flustered? thank you!

thank you, love! that sounds so cute 🥺🥺🩵

Buster Bros!!! x Easily Flustered Reader

cw: slightly suggestive in jiro's part

Ichiro

It's what attracted him to you. He loved how easy it was to turn you red from something as simple as him running his hand through your hair.

Calls you Anpan-chan when you blush, because of how red your cheeks and nose get. (damn otaku)

He loves PDA, but understands it can sometimes be difficult with how embarrassing it is for you. That won't stop him from innocently holding your hand to make you trip over yourself hehe.

He writes music for you. It's always so sappy and cute, it makes you turn into a puddle of emotions.

The time he was as flustered as you was your first kiss. He took you on a date to a small cafe, one that had your favourite pastries. He had called beforehand to ask the staff to draw a heart on your food, and when it was brought out, Ichiro was covering half his face in embarrassment. You sat there in awe, not knowing what to do but stare at him. Your face felt so hot and no words could form.

"I, um, wanted to take you out today to tell you that I love you..."

He reaches over and kisses you softly. You're quietly screaming in the kiss, it was so cute, so romantic. But everyone who was in the cafe was watching!! It felt like a cloud of steam was about to come out of you. You pulled away to see he was the same.

Jiro

Does anything and everything to embarrass you.

Hand holding, sneaky kisses, laying an arm around you. All in public, by the way. You punched him when he brought you home.

"Haha, but you're so cute when you're shy..!"

He's very romantic in private, much to your torture. He kisses the knuckles on your hands with a tenderness you can tell he only reserves for you.

When this happens, it's so hard to look him in the eye. It's almost unbelievable that someone from Buster Bros! holds so much love in his heart for you! You hide your face in your hands.

He's still holding your hands, though. He's able to easily move them away and plant a sweet kiss on your face.

One time, you walked in on him watching an ero anime. You couldn't look him in the eye for days. What is up with that!

He ended up doing things to make you unable to talk to him without stuttering.

Saburo

Oh you think you're easily flustered? Check this out.

Who confessed first? Probably you.

You two barely spoke, so when you left a letter asking to meet after school in his desk, he had no idea it was going to be you.

The confession was an absolute disaster. No one could look each other in the eyes, someone tripped. Lots of uh's and um's. But it was perfect anyways. He accepted.

You two text more than you call, which works for both of you. Everything is new and embarrassing.

The first time he held your hand was when he walked you home for the first time. Your hand was sweaty, his was cold. So, so gross. But it was magical.

He began to hold your hand more often, which had your face a tomato the whole time. You so badly wanted to kiss him, but you were so flustered just having his hand touch yours. What would happen if his lips did? You might die!

Well, you didn't die. It was awkward, though. Your first kiss had too much teeth. But it was so you. You both were identical in redness and stammering madly.

#hypnosis mic #buster bros #hypnosis mic x reader #hypmic x reader #ichiro yamada #ichiro yamada x reader #jiro yamada #jiro yamada x reader #saburo yamada #saburo yamada x reader

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wordycheeseblob · 9 months

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*Clinks glass with spoon*

I've seen a couple of people so this and wanted to say a few words as well.

Tumblr dot com is the first and only place where I learned online connections can change lives so much or be so genuine. It's never about numbers. Each blog breathes life of the unique person behind it. So many colorful personalities brought together...

And we've been through a lot.. the great bot purge of 20', the AO3 siege, the battle of Halloween on Christmas eve, Auburn shipping wars....

I never knew I could know such friendship. I wish I could tuck in each one of my moots and give you a goodnight kiss, a hug when you're in a dark place, and scream into the void together about our interests (because what am I if not an enabler :) )

You've changed my life in so many ways and you have no idea

My wonderful artist friends, I've wondered how can the same hands that create such disaster (affectionate) manage such breathtaking art @clavissionary-position

And breathe so much life into the canon world with their own enthralling iteration (seriously somebody let him on the Devs team) @devonares I don't see you two so often around here anymore but I do hope we meet again some sunny day

thank you @mllorei for being the ride or die friend i never had, and an amazing talented writer (and artist!) And co-conspirator. Listen, this word count is severely limited for all I want to say (*whispering* like fix your sleeeeep goddamit) @krenenbaker you're a puzzle I will crack some day... A mystery yet to be solved. An evil little box of pandora. A secret mastermind of destruction *squints* but for reals, from what I've seen you're a direct and genuinely good person with a shared passion for historical fashion! (or ARE you...? Hmmm)

@venulus man you're just so iconic I have no words

@dove-da-birb another fantastic writer, I got to know you and @azulashengrottospiano somewhere at the same time. Hehe what the latter doesn't know is I orchestrated most of the shipping wars hee hee :3 and Dove, at first I wanted to bully you a bit with crowleg (please forgive this peasant) but then I think I accidentally adopted you. You, @keithsandwich and Lorei are the best crocheters I know <3

Myara's gold handiwork is honestly out of this world. Also thank you for sending me stuff and thinking of me, I really appreciate that.

@vivislosingitagain and @vioisgoinginsane 's sistership is of legendary status, and I think Vio is like a sister to Vivi. (They're clones they're clones)

Isn't it wonderful how through billions of people on earth, you've found eachother?

@thewitchofbooks my literature loving friend! (And I found out recently, great artist too??!) I hope to see you more this year, I get so happy when we interact you won't believe it...

Thank you @violettduchess for always making me smile and persevering in the face of hardship. You're strong, stand proud. @leonscape I wish you a year full of Leon, don't give up! He may not be everyone's cup of coffee, but he is to you and that's what matters.

Thank you for always being there, I see you around a lot and just wanted to thank you and wish you a new years too! :]

@candied-boys @altairring @otomefreak876 @solacedeer @this-is-war-peacock @here-for-gilbert @dear-sciaphilia @chi-the-idiot @serynhe @katriniac @mymumisasquid @olivermorningstar @caffedrine

@happy-pup you helped me a lot, I will never forget you ^^

And my new friendos here @v-anrouge @saint-garden (the gremlins) @ikemendrew @officialdaydreamer00 @jade-s-nymph @crheativity and @nuttytani I hope to see more of you this year too!

Phew... I hope I didn't forget anyone, that's a lot of people! Even a small act of kindness here has made ripples throughout the world, it reached so many people... Many things will pass but I sincerely hope,

if you're here or not, I hope this new year treats you well. And you continue with a newfound strength into the future

#or something like that ily guys ehe :]#unlucky for you i will not stop annoying you to no end >:]#new year old me #happy new year

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hammyham-o-o · 8 months

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intro post??

HELLOO random internet strangers that find this!

if you've somehow stumbled across my blog, there is a 99.99% chance you're just as obsessed with a musical about dead founding fathers as I am~

LETS GOOOOO HAMILTRASH UNITE

Just a heads up: I won't be posting much original content, just reblogging cool Hamilton stuff I find :)

Feel free to ask me anything, but keep in mind I am a minor !!

(Look, I made a Hamilton friend! Go check out their blog. @iwrotetheother51 ) :D

OH I JUST REALIZED I should probably tell you my a03 is it_flies_at_night :D I haven't posted anything (yet?? who knows hehe) BUT if you get any likes or kudos now you know it's me ^_^

⭐️⭐️⭐️

Hey guys, just letting you all know that I won't be as active on here as I have been for the foreseeable future, life's gotten pretty busy so I'm just not gonna be able to be online as much (everything's okay, I'm just busy :))

My inbox is always open (ofc), but it might take a while for me to respond, cuz I probably won't see it right away (I promise I'm not ignoring you!!)

This is for All My Moots, but especially @half-eaten-baguetteee, @ashlamsms, @iwrotetheother51, @yunseowrites, @lil-gae-disaster, @moose-driving, @lavaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, @musicalfan78, @almaprincess66, @unicornsaures, @lams-is-canon, @kwilooo, @ivanisdying, @lemonlord14, @evan-at-deaths-doorstep, @thehangingswiftie, @winterzz7, @imobsessedwiththeatre, @c0nsumemy5oul, @thomasfvine, @probablyfrance, @notreallyfrance

(also not a moot but @hamalicious-soup I absolutely ADORE your comics)

I love and appreciate you guys sm, I promise I'm not ghosting you :') I'm just not gonna be online as much ^^

#hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #hamilton fanart #hamiltrash #The fandom survives #hey guys

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queen-of-scissors · 2 years

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I need more of that content i wonder how will they react with minecraft or fucking roblox because roblox has a LOT of games

AWW yeaaa more ideas timmeee

Also you didnt specify if you want a cult au but i kinda did it like that. Sorry

ROBLOX

Roblox is basicly an another excuse to use "the creator of thousand worlds butt

İf you tell them it has alot of other worlds in it, you're gonna be the...

GOD OF MULTİVERSE

Now for me, i only use roblox for Tycoon or horror games, Tycoon games just fits the Vibe as a creator of tevat

But horror? Oh boy..

Now we know that hu tao is gonna be so impressed by the spooky stuff you show (prolly exept gore but yea) and she is gonna be the one that gives you the title;

GOD OF HYPERDEATH (no wdym its an undertale reffrence?)

İ remember seeing a game in roblox that were about surviving a super caotic natural dissasters. İf you play those types of survival games first of all, your followers gonna cry.

"oh how much pain have one went through!"

Especially archons are gonna be all over you if you play the natural disaster one,

"BAAL STOP USİNG THUNDER YOU'RE SCARİNG YOUR GRACE!!"

"İ AM SCARİNG THEM??? YOU ARE THE ONE THAT MADE HURRİCANES!!!"

meanwhile you're like: "i didn't survive anything-"

But your acolytes only get sadder because "you were so traumatised that you dont remember???"

Ninguang asks you to give normal people a lesson on how to survive a natural dissaster. Especially to those that dont have a vision.

But??? Acid rains aren't realy possible??

Anyways now you're the:

THE LAST AVATAR (your choice of words)

MİNECRAFT

Oh boy a tricky one

İt all based on how you explain minecraft.

"its a survival game about surviving the wild but there are monsters that come out at night"

Ah yes, another survival game, you seem to like that as a form of sport! Dont be suprised if you see some of your acolytes actually going for extreme survival sport to honour your name (childe, xiao, maybe zhongli, Cyno etc.).

They won't make it a secret oh no no, they want you to be the judge of who can survive the longest (before you pit an end to the competition).

Cyno found your job a perfect name even!

MAAT, GOD OF JUDGMENT (i legit looked through mythology for this lmao)

"its a survival game but everything is a cube"

Hehe venti is gonna call you a "blockhead" but before he can even say it he gets silenced by zhongli.

But you say that for him, loud and proud!

People are too afraid to use that as one of your titles, and if you say its fine, theyre gonna see it as you're testing them. But you and venti found another way to use this funny nickname;

Behold!! The

Rock.

(hehehe rock)

"its actually a survival game but you can create whatever you want in it, so-"

"wait a minute, did you say... Creation?"

Wrong choice of words got you in this one. Theres no going back.

Now people belive that you use that world so you can do a quick plan of what you are going to do in other worlds. That world must be SUPER important to you, And since Tevat and that world are actually kind of (not) alike, that also means that you also like this world other than the rest!!

Oh if they knew...

İf they knew what you did to all those poor villagers... And even sheeps (i see you and im calling the cops)...

"did you know that in that world, you only need to feed people to get them pregnant?"(not realy but its fun to leave some detailes to imagination :P)

W h a t.

They hope that that world isnt where you are from originally. BECAUSE YOU'D GOT SOME EXPLAİNİN TO DOO- zhongli would be on watchlist istg

Anyways you're the VİLLAGE TAMER now

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Hope you like it, i used every bit of my English knowledge and last 2 braincells for this.

But it was fun! İm open to more ideas! (İ can only do the games i know/played so sorry if you do request but couldnt answer 🙏)

#genshin sagau #sagau #sagau brainrot #sagau x reader #self aware genshin #genshin x you #genshin isekai #minecraft #roblox #genshin x reader #genshin impact sagau

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beautifulphilosopherbird · 6 months

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Dungeon Meshi rewatch ep 12 notes

Chilchuck says he's heard of people being revived from this before (does he mean just bones or just a skull or?) it's not a common thing so…

Marcille says the link between Falin's body and spirit is super weak rn (bc the worse the body is damaged, the weaker the link) so she should not be moved rn

common reason for failed resurrections is if the soul separated too far or if the body was not fully restored

Marcille suggests getting a resurrection specialist to resurrect her there

resurrections require twice the amount of calories for the damaged parts of the body (which if brought from outside would rot on the way down to the 5th floor) - so they gonna use DRAGON MEAT

I am loving the vibes Marcille gives off now that we're entering the zone of her magical expertise

dun dun dunnnn SHE'S the resurrection specialist LESGO

Senshi says "black magic" is evil and Marcille says that magic has no morality

she cuts her palm and makes a magic circle with her bloody hand on the staff

SKELETON PUZZLE TIMEEEEEE

only human souls get bound to the dungeon (so monsters can't get resurrected)

Marcille badassery time!

SUCCESS!!!

hehe some totally heterosexual bath time

Falin is feeling lots of power inside her

oh yeah and she isn't squinting anymore, so her eyesight improved too 👀

they can't use the return spell or the orc tunnels to get back to the surface (the return magic I'm guessing is bc neither Falin nor Marcille are supposed to be able to do it in their current state? not sure about the orc tunnels)

Laios says he has savings in the bank but no promissory note and it would take a month to reproduce it

Chilchuck wonders if Marciless is one of the dark elves (bc she uses forbidden magic)

she says she is looking into ways it can be used for the people

Senshi went to cook but he went to cook near the dragon and well, if he lights a fire near the fuel the dragon has stored for his fire breath… disaster

ah here we go, Falin cast the defensive magic and saved Senshi's ass (literally) but she didn't chant which means VERY POWERFUL MAGIC-ING HAPPENED

DRAGON OVEN YAY lmfao dragon pizza love it

also, poor Chilchuck throwing a fit bc Senshi cut the dragon tail (gotta thank eelo for this too bc she informed us that it can fetch a pretty price which is why he's yelling that it's wasteful)

they deffo related LOL

hahaha Chilchuck exposing Laios with Kensuke

look at the lil guy squaring up hehe

Laios gets scolded for not telling them and promises not to do it again

awww sleepover at the creepy ghost house yassss (the bit with the little girl was cute tho)

Falin also promises she won't do it again (saving Laios' ass at the expense of her own)

oh oh crazy eyes is here

ALL CAUGHT UP TO OUR WATCH PARTY WOOT!!!

manga here I come!

random screengrabs:

#dunmesh #dunmeshi #dunmeshi ep 12 #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #the senshi fanservice hehe #LETS SEE IF I CAN FINISH THE MANGA IN TIME FOR THE WP THO

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

ღ 𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝟭 & 𝟮 ღ 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ღ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘂𝗺 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ღ 𝗘𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 ღ

🔞🔞🔞

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

The nickname "Gil" used to be familiar to me.

The name, which my brother and mother called me frequently, had a special warmth to it, and I liked it even as a child.

But the family that calls me "Gil" is no longer in this world.

For a time, I forced a boy I picked up in Rhodolite to call me "Gil," but as he grew older, he seldom called me that anymore.

(I thought that no one would ever again show up to call the trampling beast by his nickname.)

(Because that was "proof of family" to me.)

Emma: "Gil…"

And yet, Emma, who has become my official fiancée, calls me.

There is some awkwardness, but I haven't heard "Gil" in a long time,

It was filled with such happiness that my brain felt as if it were about to be enraptured.

(Oh man... it's like I'm not me anymore when Emma calls me "Gil.")

The disaster of the world, the trampling beast—that's how the man who has terrorized people all over the continent has been,

Just being called by a nickname on the bed is enough to make me want to bury my face in my pillow, and I am in so much agony.

As expected, I couldn't do that, so I just kept Emma's lips closed.

Gilbert: "Can you call me more?"

Emma: "… It's hard to say when prompted."

Gilbert: "Then I'll let you call it natural."

(It's your fault for providing happiness to the villain, isn't it?)

I push Emma down onto the sheets and bite down on the skin peeking through her jet-black dress.

I purposely avoided kissing her lips so that she could call me by name at any time, and I slowly made more bite marks.

(... I have time today, and I won't make you feel better right away.)

I lapped at the bite marks with my tongue while also avoiding the places where Emma's body was pleasurable for her.

Emma: "Ahh, Gilbert—"

Gilbert: "No, right?" // "Isn't that right?"

(You're the one who wanted to get to know me better.)

Emma: "… It's hard to do that without thought."

Emma: "… I'm embarrassed."

Gilbert: "Then let's practice until you get used to it."

Gilbert: "Look, I'll make love to you all night long, just like you want."

Emma: "... I don't want—"

Gilbert: "No?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(I love that you're not too shy to deny it then, Emma.)

Gilbert: "I'll make you feel good every time you can call me right. But if you can't do that—"

I lightly pressed her breasts against the top of her black dress.

I tried tickling her repeatedly, but everything seemed to be blocked by the dress, and Emma began to sway her body in frustration.

Gilbert: "Shall we do this forever?"

Emma: "……… Gil."

(She can't take it. ...Hehe, I'm going to hear a lot of names today.)

As promised, I pull down the dress and bite down hard on the swollen spot where she wants me to touch her.

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As we repeated such games, I noticed that the sky was changing color—

Gilbert: "... The night went by pretty fast, huh?"

(I got carried away too.)

I remove my eye patch and look down at Emma, who is lying face down helplessly in the dimness with no lights on.

The sheets were so stained that it was a good thing I had taken off her dress during the day.

(I've just been biting and fondling her body for a long time, and it's turned out like this.)

Teasing her, making her feel good... The body that obediently received them was already twitching. // I have been teasing her and making her feel good… Her body has been twitching since a few minutes ago, when she received them with open arms.

A quick stroke between her legs, and Emma screamed and jumped up.

Emma: "Ahhh... Gilbert..."

(… You're so stiff.)

Gilbert: "I'm not going to stop you like that, okay?"

Emma: "Gil…"

Gilbert: "Even if you call me to make up for it, I won't stop." **

(How many times are we going to repeat the same mistake? You're not getting used to it at all.)

I hug Emma from behind as she gets up and put my hands around her waist to prevent her from escaping.

Tears trickled down from the corners of Emma's eyes as I churned the surface between her legs while she deliberately made noises.

Gilbert: "Don't cry."

Emma: "Nnhh… I can't take it anymore…"

Emma: "Everywhere you touched me was... weird..."

Gilbert: "Hmm."

Emma: "Aahh... Ahh..."

I stick my finger in and start stirring again. **

I stirred the hot, tender spot until it almost burned me, but I stopped when I heard Emma's charming voice.

Gilbert: "I'm going to stop being mean to you when the awkwardness goes away from you."

Emma: "Gil…"

Gilbert: "That's not even close to a passing grade, because it's like, "I'm just trying to say it," right?"

Emma: "… It's tough."

Gilbert: "I'm in a good mood, too. I'll make you stop using honorifics one of these days, okay?"

(I'm royalty, but I don't want you to be the only one to see me that way.)

Emma: "… I'm getting… used to it."

Gilbert: "You can call me Gil in public, too, if you want."

Emma: "… No."

Gilbert: "No?"

Emma: "No, I can't."

(I was told more clearly than I expected. I'm a little disappointed.)

I sighed blandly, and Emma huffed as she turned her head to look at me.

Emma: "Gilber—Gil, I don't want anyone to see that relaxed face of yours."

(Relaxed face...?)

(. . . . . .)

(… I think I might be doing that. It's true that I'm getting carried away.)

Even without looking in the mirror, it was easy to imagine that I looked far from a trampling beast.

Emma: "I guess you've transferred your... jealousy to me too."

Emma's languid but happy smile blew my nasty feelings away.

Gilbert: "Hehe, not as good as I am."

Gilbert: "I need you to be jealous enough to make me want to kill everyone around me."

Emma: "… If I were to be treated with that kind of jealousy, the country would be destroyed."

Gilbert: "But we can really be alone together, right?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm kidding."

Gilbert: "... For now."

Emma: "Please keep the jokes coming."

Gilbert: "I suppose it's up to you."

We laugh at each other, and then our lips meet, signaling an unconsciously close gaze.

It had been a long time since I had kissed her on the mouth, even though we had been flirting for a long time.

(I'm at my limit too, so I'll let it end here for today.)

(… I got her to call me Gil 49 times, so I guess that's good enough.)

I make Emma, who is dazed from the aftermath of the kiss, sit on my lap so that she is facing me, and I penetrate her body.

I was about to be taken away from the consciousness that I had been enduring all this time.

(But Emma seems to have less time to spare.)

Tears fall from the corners of Emma's eyes again as I rock her slender hips.

Emma: "Nnn… Ahhh… Gil..."

Gilbert: "Hehe... for the fiftieth time."

Emma: "Haahh… What..."

Gilbert: "It's nothing."

When I embrace Emma, I am enveloped by the sweet scent that is unique to the night.

She clung to my shoulders tightly and strongly, and I felt her fingernails digging into me through my shirt.

(Emma… I've lost everyone who called me "Gil" once.)

(But you're the only one who won't lose no matter what you do.) // (But you are the only one I won't lose by any means.)

I bind you with fetters in the name of engagement, and I wrap you with chains in the name of love.

I will keep you in my arms, and don't let you leave me forever.

The engagement ceremony and the obsidian rose ring, the only one worn by a naked Emma, are all part of it.

(… However, there were some miscalculations.)

(It was supposed to be an engagement ceremony for me to tie you up...)

(Every time you call my name, I feel like I'm more tied to you than you are to me.)

(I wonder which one of us is bound...?)

#サイバード #イケメン王子 #ギルベルト=フォン=オブシディアン #ikemen prince #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikeprince #ikeprince gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince jp #ikepri jp #ikeprince translation #ikemen prince spoilers #ikeprince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #dahlia's bad translation

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cxncordia · 3 days

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@oceanicxeyes - When the Sun met the Sea

It started when they attacked that girl during the sports event.

Two weeks ago, Toño and his friends saw how one of the students from the Infinite Academy pretty much transformed into a scaly abomination in front of them and with great bravery and strength stopped her. In the nick of time, Toño was able to undo the spell that had been placed in the poor girl. It was a whole ordeal but it was doable, she got to be healed from the horrible experiment placed upon her.

This had made the Teporingos, a group of five mages and Toño, become alert about the situation. Regina had mentioned having had premonitory visions about the arrival of the new enemy and Moises had his sights set on the Infinite Academy, a school for the rich elites that was heavily secured and, behind closed doors, dedicated to the pursuit of dark magic.

The Teporingos were the protectors of this city, the Verbena mages who took care of the land and protected it from evil that sought to take it away. Moises had tracked one of the professors of said Academy and after having investigated her, it seemed that Professor Yuri Aparicio, in charge of Etiquette and Decorum of the Academy, was also one of the Cinco Brujas that belonged to the group of Nefandi that Toño and los Teporingos were trying to elminate.

Tracking her by the whole city, Toño finally stopped when he saw the red-haired woman enter the bar. He had to follow her, to pursue her and to gather all the information necessary to stop this new enemy.

However, when he stopped the motorbike only a block away from the bar Tacho realized of a particular situation that the young Mage had not come to consider.

"And how do you think you are going in?" The small talking chihuahua scolded Toño from his back pack. "Do you want a disaster for us? Don't be a fool!"

"Disaster? But what do you want, Tacho?" Toño asked, frustrated by the small dog's scolding. "I told you that we need to investigate!"

"Investigate from afar, Toñito." The chihuahua explained. "This is an adult establishment and they won't let you get through."

"Well, I could disguise myself as an adult, you know?" The boy explained to his companion. "We are supposed to hide our powers in public! An adult will have no trouble entering and seeing what is going on." Toño took the backpack and adjusted it over his shoulder, the leather jacket squeaking when the straps were pushed back. The young mage found a place to disguise himself, sliding in the back alleys where the stench of urine and trash was almost nauseating.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop...You can't make a spell like that!" The small chihuahua practically barked from within Toño's backpack.

"Why not!?" Toño huffed. "Just wait and see!" Toño focused his energies, trying to imagine how he would look when being an adult and words in Nahuatl flew from his mouth. "Huapahua," Toño pronounced in a whisper. He had learned these from his Mentor, Huey Tlanextli. Taking a deep breath and soon Toño could feel how his height and his hair was growing. How his muscles got firmer and his clothes were getting tight around him.

Being a mage really made all these experiences so interesting.

When looking himself at the reflection of the window, Toño couldn't believe it: that really wasn't him, those were now more the face of an adult. "Hehe, nice..." He cooed, touching his chin and starting to notice how different his skin felt.

"What are you doing!?" Tacho scoffed in surprise. "Magic should not be used for fun!"

"Relax, Tachito. I got it all under control." Toño responded with more confidence than he would have. He then moved away from the narrow space and back to his bike. He took the helmet and put it back on the motorcycle, starting to look back towards the location, and once again thinking of a plausible and reasonable line for this adventure. He took a pair of glasses that Moises had given him, so that the Teporingos could see what he was seeing, set them on his face and walked towards the establishment, this time, pretty sure that nobody would notice him. Or the dog in his back pack.

As he approached the door, a sound, beautiful and enigmatic was heard. The light tone of a humming echoed with delight. Toño could not help but to try to follow the origin of the song with his eyes, completely forgetting that he was supposed to approach the front door, right at the entrance. A beautiful blonde man, with flowy hair and blue eyes was singing in the establishment. The boy's eyes met him for an instant as Toño grew enraptured by the tune.

For a second he felt as if he was carried by the waters themselves, the feeling of the breeze enveloping him and the gentle embrace of the water surrounding him. He remembered those days, one summer break, when he and his Dad got to visit the beach back when he was only ten years old. What a beautiful and soulful tune this was!

#you don't need to match length. Just wanted to set the scene up #am I pumped to use all my Sailor Moon manga references in one thread? Oh yes I am.#let's see how many you find #oceanicxeyes #Antonio #Antonio and Walter

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twstinginthewind · 9 months

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Had a little private Secret Santa Story exchange w friends; by the luck of the dice, I got assigned to write a story for my bestie, @twst-the-night-away ! So, I did a Cater🧡Savvy story, before they get serious about one another. Merry Christmas, Daisy!

2100+ words. Cater-centric fluff just for Savvy, teeheeeee~. Cameos from the PMC and Trey. Music included in links towards the end. Happy reading!

A gift that’s uniquely you

“... and tbh? It’s not like I’m, like, actually competing with anyone? But it’s totes like a competition. And I don't want to come up short.”

The three members of the Pop Music club sat around the small club room table, deep in discussion over snacks and canned beverages. Cater idly adjusted the strap of his guitar, looking over at his clubmates with a pleading expression, and went on. “I just wanna get Savvy the perfect Christmas present. I’ve only got a week to come up with a real show-stopper. And I don't really know what I’m doing. I'm smelling a Top Ten Holiday Disasters in my future….”

“I think what you’re smelling might just be Lilia’s homemade trail mix,” Kalim piped up, then covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes wide. “Oop! Ahaha. Sorry, Lilia! I mean…”

The little fae chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it’s all right. I agree the feta cheese may not have been the wisest choice. It doesn’t seem to keep as well as the other ingredients. I only had it in the cupboard for a month...”

In a single motion, Cater and Kalim reached out and pushed the dish of trail mix further from where they were sitting. Lilia rolled his eyes at them. “That said.” He sat back in his seat, drumming his fingers on the body of his bass guitar. “In regards to your conundrum, Cater. While I do realize that the young lady you wish to impress is also receiving gifts from some rather generous individuals, are any of them approaching her with the same sentiment as yourself?”

“The same sentiment? I, um…” Cater’s face flushed red, nearly obscuring the diamond marking on his cheek. “Hehe. Well, I don't really know. But #AllsFair, am I right? If I happen to get an edge over someone else, sorry, but not sorry. I just need something really memorable, that Savvy’s gonna really like. Bonus if it's a ‘cammable moment, right? Something to look back on and def remember as one of the best gifts ever.”

“Okay Cater! That’s a great starting point!” Kalim bounced in his chair, smiling broadly. His eyes gleamed. “Now where do you go from there? Will it be a beautiful pet tiger cub, maybe? Oh, or maybe some breathtaking jewelry? A trip to a private island? Custom couture?”

“Easy, Kalim, easy!” Cater held up his hands. “I'm not exactly a one percenter, you know. I gotta work within a budget.” He shook his head, and tucked a loose strand of ginger hair behind his ear. “Besides, those gifts are all kind of…” His voice faded off, and he tapped his chin thoughtfully before continuing. “...kind of a big deal. For a really serious relationship.”

“And, I would assume, you are not quite that serious with the girl?” Lilia tilted his head. “I think I would have recalled if you mentioned having a girlfriend, after all.” His nose crinkled in an impish expression. “None of us have left our bachelor life behind us just yet. Unless you're hoping this will catapult you into the Taken Man category.” Lilia put a hand over his heart, and leaned towards his cheerful, white-haired companion. “Oh, Kalim. He's so young, and he's leaping into this romantic dream. Leaving us single men behind!”

“Does that mean you won't come to club anymore?” Kalim looked panicked. “Oh no, Cater! You're our best guitarist!”

“I'm the only guitarist, Kalim. But I’m not going anywhere!” Cater looked at his phone and sighed. “Aw, man. Club meeting time is almost over. Let’s get all this cleaned up. Listen, can you guys text me if you have any more ideas?”

“Sure thing, Cater!” Kalim bounced up, brushing some crumbs off of his sweater. “I hope you find something extra-special. But don’t forget us when you're off in Boyfriend Town!!”

“Some men never come back,” Lilia deadpanned. “But I hear it's quite the way to go…”

“You two are a couple of real pieces of work, you know that? Absolute knuckleheads, fr.” Cater slipped his guitar back into the gig bag and cleared some trash off the table. “Thanks for letting me get that off my chest, at least.”

The club members finished getting their space back in shape and headed back to the mirror chamber, bidding each other farewell before traveling to their respective dorms. Cater walked down the path towards the main hall of Heartslaybul, breathing in the thick scent of roses that always hung in the air. He was no closer to solving his gift-giving problem.

Another scent beckoned to him beneath the ever-present roses, and he let that guide his steps. Something savory was being prepared in the dormitory kitchen, an unusual switch from the usual parade of sweets that Heartslabyul was known for. His curiosity piqued, Cater stepped into the warm, cozy room, waving cheerily at a giggling curly-haired freshman who greeted him on her way out. Inside, he saw his friend Trey pulling a baking tray from one of the big steel ovens.

Cater dropped into a chair. “Whatcha working on, bestie? Whatever it is, it doesn't smell half bad. Maybe it’ll help me recover from Lilia’s idea of snacks…”

Trey looked over his shoulder and smirked, his glasses glinting in the warm light. “They’re for tomorrow's afternoon tea, Cater, and I’m not offering previews. But it’s cheese and onion scones.” He placed the hot tray onto a cooling rack and slid his oven mitts off. “I hope I got the flavor right this time. I was working on a couple of variations with Joker, since she was assigned kitchen duty today.”

“I saw her on my way in. You made her miss her club meeting, mister Vice Housewarden.” Cater leaned back on the wooden kitchen chair, balancing it on its back legs as he sat. “Not that we got much done, as usual.”

“Spent the time gossiping again?” Trey stepped behind Cater, and gently but firmly put his hands on the chair back. “Come on, now . You’ll break the chair.”

“Ugh, fine, Mom.” Cater repositioned the seat to its normal standing, then sat up exaggeratedly straight with his hands folded in front of him. “Is that better?”

Trey sat across from Cater as he straightened up. “Won’t earn you a scone, if that's what you were hoping for. What do you guys talk about every day, anyway, that keeps you from making any actual music? I couldn't imagine the science club getting so distracted.”

“That may be because you’re all nerds, /aff.” Cater relaxed his posture. “Naur, but fr, I was actually attempting to get advice from the boys. I know, me, admitting a problem? It's more likely than you think.”

A green eyebrow delicately raised behind heavy glasses frames. “Interesting. And here I thought you were maintaining that carefree façade campus-wide.”

“I’m getting less cautious in my old age?” Cater offered, shrugging. “It wasn’t THAT deep. I was just complaining about how I can't figure out a decent Christmas present for Savvy. You know, the same thing I bitched about with you last night.”

“You didn’t go for the water flosser? Shocking.”

“Again? The depths of your nerdity constantly astound and baffle me.”

Trey shrugged. “It’d be unique and show that you care. Ticked off all the boxes, in my opinion.”

“Except for it being fun, Trey.”

“I thought it was fun.”

Cater sagged slightly. “Yes, but you're definitely not the target audience that I’m aiming for. Think sweeter, cuter, blonder.”

Trey reached across the table to pat Cater’s hand. “I already told you before. The best thing to do, if you want to be impressive at this gift-giving game, is to give something that no one else can. Something uniquely Cater.”

This time, a ginger eyebrow rose. “You look at me and tell me; are you following your advice for your own gift exchange, buddy?” Cater drew his hand back cagily. “Are you doing something unequivocally Trey for your special little bae?”

“I don't have anyone fitting that description,” Trey said with a straight face. “But I do end up giving people a lot of homemade sweets as gifts. It’s something that’s a part of me, kinda. And that makes it special.” His voice lowered to a bare whisper. “And I’ve got a private baking lesson lined up for the ‘special bae’ that I certainly don't have.”

Cater smirked. “You sly dog. Something that’s a part of me, huh? But I don’t make anything special, anything OOAK like you do.”

“Don't you?” Trey pointed markedly at the gig bag and shrugged. “I could have sworn you were a member of our elite arts community.”

Cater sat a moment with his mouth agape, dumbfounded. “... actual galaxy brain thinking, Trey. OM7. Memorable, unique, ‘cammable, and hella budget-friendly.”

“Not as practical as the water flosser though,” sighed Trey.

“Enough with the water flosser.”

“But it works so well.”

“Trey.”

“Sorry.” Trey adjusted his glasses and snickered. “Anyway. I have to start getting those scones onto a rack to cool. I’ll make sure you get one tomorrow, okay? Now, go put together your gift. If she doesn't love it, let me know so I can shake my head in disbelief.”

“Yes, sir, vice-housewarden, sir!” Cater offered Trey a mock salute as both boys rose. They gave each other a complicated handshake-to-hug maneuver, ending with a back pat, before going their separate ways. Cater rushed up the complex series of staircases to his dorm room, and brought the guitar back out. He was already starting to get some ideas….

The next few afternoons, Cater rushed back to the dormitory after classes, and shut himself into his room. It was a lucky thing that, as a third year, he didn’t have to worry about roommates, because he found himself staying up until all hours practicing the same few bars over and over, trying to make everything sound just right. As it stood, he only had to deal with angry pounding on his wall once, before he figured out he could run his old wired headphones through his amp.

Finally, he sat back onto his bed. He tapped his phone screen a few times, and listened to the playback. Perfect. Perfect! He almost couldn't believe it was him he was listening to. Maybe I should start taking this whole music thing more seriously, after all, he mused.

Despite the lateness of the hour, he sent a quick text message to Savvy.

> Hey! Meet me 4pm in the pmc club room. I have something for u!

There, he thought, and he put his phone down on the bedstand to change into his pajamas. He had just pulled the shirt over his head when he heard the tell-tale ping! of an incoming message.

> I have something for you, too! I’ll bring it with me. See you then!

Well. All right. Cater smiled to himself as he slid into bed, exhausted but content. Tomorrow, he would give Savvy the most impressive gift she ever got.

The next day, classes couldn't end soon enough. Cater fidgeted anxiously through each period, watching the clock as if it were slowing down just to spite him. In his last lesson of the day, the moment that Professor Trein lifted his head and said, “That will be all, thank you,” Cater was out the door and on his way to the club room.

He hurriedly set up his equipment. Amplifier turned on, phone and guitar plugged in, levels checked, tuning done, tiny party lights set to sparkle, Santa hat positioned just so over artfully tousled hair; everything was perfect. Now all that remained was to wait.

At 3:59, he heard steps coming down the hall. Cater sat up a little straighter. Now, it was his chance to make Savvy feel really special. His hand hovered above his phone, waiting. And when she walked through the door, all beautiful smiles and shining eyes and with sweet anticipation on her face, Cater took his chance. He tapped play on his backing tracks, and started to play.

As the notes poured from his guitar, he felt more comfortable and more himself than he had in a long time. It was almost like the feeling he got when he was skating, pulling off a long rail grind or a sick jump. It was freeing, genuine. Even through the cliched holiday songs, Cater could feel his own heart beating; he hoped that Savvy would feel it, too. It was almost magical. This was something he could give that was uniquely him. And he hoped she could appreciate that.

Song 1 • Song 2

When the last few notes faded away, and all that remained was the crackle of the amplifier, Cater looked up at Savvy and took a deep breath. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered. “Merry Christmas…”

#i left the ending open to have Savvy's response be from her own imagination 🩷#merry christmas daisydoo! love you #twisted wonderland #story #cater diamond #kalim al-asim #lilia vanrouge #trey clover #and brief mentions of our ocs #savvy laperle #joker carder

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chartreuseian · 3 months

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Hii. For the latest writer’s ask or what is was called:)))

👻🎁🦈💛🎨

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu 🥰

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

I don't know if this is wild, but I know it's controversial! So I don't think Helen saved Ashley? Because if she's going to spend so long worried about the timeline, she wouldn't risk it. As much as it would have hurt and as hard as that day would have been (and the days leading up to it), I don't think she would have done it.

Not that I'm going to complain about Ashley being alive in post season 4 stuff!

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Hehe... Sure...

"Helen?" The furrow between his brows spoke of concern but she paid no attention to it. "Can I kiss you?" The words were out before she could do anything about it, and though her cheeks grew warm, interestingly enough she found she didn't feel all that embarrassed by the question. Nikola made a strange noise and his brow furrowed further. But, importantly, he didn't release her. "What do you mean?" She would have rolled her eyes, felt tempted to slap the back of his head, too. But she didn't. "Can I kiss you?" she asked again. "Kiss me?" he echoed as his nose crinkled. "How? What do you mean, Helen?"

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Helen. She's complicated and I often find her perspective difficult to capture without it coming off as sanctamonius or overly dramatic. It's why I'm writing my latest WIP entirely from her point of view - hopefully it'll help me get a little better at it!

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

Just keep doing it. You can't get away from being a bit terrible at it until you've written the terrible out of your system.

And power through. Even if something feels terrible when you're writing it, chances are it won't feel half as bad when you come back to edit it.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

*sobs*

I would die.

Anything, really!

This scene is currently haunting me, so my instinct is to say it:

Nikola lifted one hand gingerly, a swirl of colour painting his fingers into a glorious, chaotic rainbow. Helen looked down at the neatly arranged paint palette she’d been using before he arrived bearing ice cream. And the hand shaped smear that lay beside her thigh. Wiggling, she pulled a face as the sensation of the paint against bare skin finally registered against the back of her thighs A huff of laughter fanned out between them as Nikola stood properly, not moving back but looking at his hand with a strange sort of shock. When his eyes slid back to hers, Helen found herself breathless and smiling. The silence stretched between them like toffee, and though the space gave her just enough room to clear the blinding haze of lust that had completely consumed her, the burning need for him that had her skin crawling with sensation didn’t fade even a little. His eyes were bright and brilliant, a shock of cool light against the blistering afternoon sun that drenched the room and her breath caught in her chest just looking at him. Something about the situation, about him, made her heart throb almost painfully in her chest. Thinking about it too long or too hard, she knew, was a recipe for disaster. Thinking about the why behind it all would undoubtedly lead her down one of those awful paths she’d fought to escape for too many years. She watched as he too managed to fight his way back from whatever animalistic tendency that had led them to this moment, but when he went to pull away she tightened her legs around his hips on instinct. Nikola froze, but she could still see the cogs turning away in that brilliant mind of his and she decided that she’d had just about enough of thinking for the day. Licking her lips and taking a shuddering breath, she ran one of her hands down his arm until her fingers were wrapped tightly around his wrist. Nikola swallowed before his bottom lip fell open just enough to make her want to lick it. Looking at him, only him, she drew his hand slowly towards her thigh, exposed by the way her skirt had shifted when her legs had locked around him. With deliberately slowness, she pressed his palm against her skin, shivering at the contrast of the cold, slick paint on overheated skin. Nikola groaned and she watched as his eyes fluttered shut.

#thank you :)#asks #writing #fanfic

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soaps-mohawk · 7 months

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Hey fav author^^ how have you been? I’ve been good. Tried to bake cookies this weekend but failed and my sister eventually came over and made some lol. I was itching to read chapter 8 while baking but I held off till I finished. It was super well done! I enjoyed it, and I’m also enjoying the new reader lore. It makes me feel more attached now that we know more. It also makes me feel more like the reader since my dad came from military background and i happen to have 4 brothers lol (not sure how many reader has but I know it’s a few.). I’m glad we got some more interactions with Ghost. Hopefully it doesn’t get too angsty. Nothing like the reader running away or anything, but even if that does happen, I’ll still read. Anyhow, you did amazing as usual! Please remember to eat, get something to drink, take a shower, get some rest, and get some fresh air^^

Hi lovely anon!!! It's been a minute!! Not a cookie disaster 😭 I'm glad you still got some cookies though.

Aah thank you!!! Yeesss we're finally getting reader and Ghost lore!! It's so nice to be able to finally talk about him lol. Everyone's been asking and I haven't been able to give anything away until now lol.

Omg that's a lot of boys lmaoo that's so cool though that you and the reader share that!! Reader has three older brothers, then two younger brothers and two younger sisters. I know I haven't really gone into too much detail about reader's siblings, but that's all coming here in the future.

Things won't get angsty like that, but they still are going to get pretty angsty. There is some good fluff coming soon though, so...things will get happy again.

I had a good lunch so I'm set to write all afternoon hehe. Working on the next chapter as we speak 😏

#lovely to hear from you again #i'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter #answered

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hypn0ticx · 9 months

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Hi could I request smiley x male reader (Tokyo revengers) where smiley teaches reader to cook because he's god awful at it

I know they already asked this and I stupidly deleted it, but i'm happy to always rewrite something! :3 - Y40 ᐢᗜᐢ

Silly Bunny.

😁 :: Of course he'll help you! You're his precious baby, there's no way he won't be willing to help you try new things. Just be obedient and he'll gladly help.

😁 :: He will always give you small, easy things to try so you will get used to cooking more expertise type cooking. But if you become overwhelmed with all of the ingredients, then he'll step in and lead you in the right direction.

😁 :: If you burn yourself with any grease, oil or anything like that, then he'll lightly scold you while rinsing and kissing your delicate skin. He'll be more alerted the next time you entered the kitchen. Highly alerted. We don't need you getting even more hurt.

Here's a small blurb!

The aroma of burning food filled the air as you valiantly attempted to salvage the meal you were preparing. Unfortunately, your cooking skills were less than stellar, and it showed in the charred mess before you. With a sigh of frustration, you abandoned the frying pan and leaned against the counter.

"Having trouble, bunny?" a playful voice chimed from behind you. You turned to see your boyfriend, Smiley, with a wry grin on his face, leaning against the kitchen doorway.

"More than you can imagine," you admitted with a sheepish smile, gesturing towards the culinary disaster.

Smiley chuckled and walked over to you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be a pretty decent cook."

You raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? I've never seen you cook anything, other than noodles, of course."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, there's a first time for everything, right? Let me take over from here."

Relieved, you stepped aside and watched as Smiley deftly took control of the kitchen. He moved with a confidence that suggested he was no stranger to cooking, and you couldn't help but be impressed by his ease.

As he worked, Smiley began to explain the basics to you—how to properly chop vegetables, how to season a dish, and how to know when something was cooked just right. His instructions were clear and concise, and you found yourself absorbing the information eagerly.

Under his guidance, you attempted to help with some of the simpler tasks, like washing vegetables and stirring sauces. Smiley's patience was unwavering, and he provided gentle corrections whenever you stumbled.

As the meal came together, you marveled at how effortlessly Smiley seemed to manage everything. The scents that wafted through the kitchen were tantalizing, a far cry from the burnt odor that had pervaded earlier.

Finally, the two of you sat down to enjoy the fruits of your labor. The meal was delicious, a testament to Smiley's culinary skills. You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing that you had contributed in some small way.

"See? Not so bad, right?" Smiley teased, his lips curved into a satisfied smile.

You chuckled, a delightful warmth spreading through your chest. "Definitely not as bad as before. Thanks for the cooking lesson, babe."

He grinned and bumped his shoulder playfully against yours. "Anytime. Just remember, cooking isn't as daunting as it seems. You've got potential! Hehe~"

With a newfound confidence, you glanced around the kitchen, already thinking about what you might try cooking next. And as you basked in the companionship of the one who had patiently taught you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected lesson and the connection it had strengthened between you.

😁: That's all for now, I'm sorry for not posting. Just trying to get personal stuff done at the moment. I hope you all enjoy your stay on my blog, please give me some ideas on what else should I do next!

#male reader #male y/n #gay boys #oneshot #request #tokyo rev fluff #blog

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