#“but it’ll spoil the game”

[fierykitten2]

It’s exactly a month until The Indigo Disk. Surely they’ve gotta either shadowdrop a trailer today or do one on Saturday (the one-year anniversary of Scarlet and Violet)

[mythalism]

when the terrible idea of a “community council” that gave too much information to regular fans without media training or PR experience or the support of a company behind them in the event of online harassment created a strange imbalance of information, resentment between fans, and inevitably toxic dynamic in an already famously toxic fandom and blows up in everyone’s faces

[feartheoldblog]

i love ten piedad’s theme because you can hear the split between the awful monster and the man inside it

[the-kittylorian-writes]

FIC FILES ASK GAME

(Tagged by @hinderr. Thank you! 💙💙 Also yea these are 5ever WIPs, been sitting there for a good year and a half and some remain untouched 😌)

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs

I just abbreviate or use the initials because my titles are damn long 200 word essays 🤣 5 titles here but most are planned as multi-chapters

1) ASATWNTY

2) SSTS

3) ASFS

4) AAOA

4) UWSTD

A good chunk of these are sequel/prequel/spinoff titles to my longfic. I had an entire universe prepared and I’m still derping around lol.

Tagging: @novemberrain-writes @newpathwrites @sytortuga @foxlace @terioncalling

[goldensunset]

auuuu i have to go to bed ;-;

[maraleestuff]

Grass: What’s the biggest change you’ve made in your WIP since you started it? Metal: What’s the hardest part of writing for you?

Hi, Eze! Thanks so much for the ask 😊 I’m always happy to gush answer questions about my writing.

Grass: What’s your biggest change you’ve made in your WIP since you started it?

Ooh boy I have several wips that I’ve been bouncing around, but this post would be super long if I listed every single one, so I’ll cover the biggies. *Note* I ended up covering multiple changes lmao

First for my wip, Descendant (since The Guiding Star has been getting a lot of my attention).

It started out very bare bones: my protagonist, then named Leigh Orythala, was imprisoned for having magic in a nonmagic regime. An assassin cult started targeting the Queen, and the Queen pardoned Leigh, tasking her with rooting out the cult before allowing herself (Queen) to be captured. I don’t entirely remember the relevance of Descendant to the story—the notes I had for the concept didn’t cover that.

As for the changes…Leigh Orythala was changed to Eirian Orythe (though I’m still weighing whether to give her a surname). I still have a cult/ conspiracy for Eirian to root out, but instead of being pardoned, the Queen Aurelia—or Queen-to-be, in the current concept—secretly helps Eirian escape to investigate/ clear her name. I’ve also added a Magical University, where Eirian will investigate the conspiracy and study/ practice her magic in earnest. I can’t say much more without spoiling (I want to gush about it so badly tho) …but I will say that Aurelia isn’t as well intentioned as she seems.

The other WIP I want to mention is Forged in Fire. I still haven’t made a page for it yet, but it’s a Skyrim fanfiction that follows my Dragonborn Artemis through her adventures. This one’s been a wip of mine for a long time (a few years now, I think) and is arguably the one that has gone through the biggest changes—and yet it kind of came full circle?

It started out with my Dragonborn, Alessandra, in hiding as a blacksmith—technically a jewel smith, as I had her craft wedding rings. The original title was When Darkness Falls; it was meant to be a metaphor, a “you can only see the light when darkness falls” sort of thing. (Forged in Fire is also meant to be a metaphor for the struggles that Artemis goes through—and a reference to Artemis as a smith.)

Artemis went through several names after Alessandra—Sage, Artemis Fairyn, Vyriana “Vyri”—but eventually I came back around to Artemis, an archer as well as a smith. She does have an alias—Vyrkaire, as I couldn’t quite let go of the “Vyr”. I like the sound. Though some details have shifted, her background remains the same: half-Snow Elf, in hiding (from those who killed her mother), and making a quiet living as a smith.

Metal: What’s the hardest part about writing for you?

Finishing a long term project/ one with multiple chapters. I have the most fun brainstorming, creating characters, finding perfect moments for plot twists, and daydreaming scenes—but I’ve still yet to see through writing them to completion.

But baby steps, of course. My current draft of The Guiding Star is around 10,000 words (still need to write act three). Descendant is about 6,000 words (at the end of act one). And Kosma is around 5,000, still in the beginning act.

[trashbatistrash]

,

[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || next // previously ||

genre(s) -> angst, fluff, smut, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> yeowoosan x reader warning(s) -> smut, foursome, marking, unprotected sex hybrid anatomy ( knotting ), creampies, double-penetration, etc. words -> 1.1K

abstract -> What could go wrong when Yeosang pushed Wooyoung to his heat and now San was starting to get possessive?

y/n's perspective

Yeosang’s heat is lasting a lot longer than I expected he would. It's been way longer than Wooyoung or San's heat. I think it's because of his higher sex drive than the other two… however, he’s starting to push Wooyoung into his own heat. 

Yeosang hasn’t been the nicest of them either with his teasing of the other canine hybrid which means the three of us have been at it for a while now without the panther hybrid since he refused. 

“Why don’t you just join?” Wooyoung said as San pouted, annoyed as he chose to play another video game on the TV while ignoring his question. “San doesn’t want to compete with me~,” Yeosang noted, making the panther growl. 

“Yeah right” he muttered and Yeosang chuckled as he pulled me to him and put his hands on the hem of my skirt… “Come on, San~ Didn’t you say we were all mates? Isn’t that why you told me to confess to her?” Yeosang teased and San scoffed.

“What a pretty girl… look at how wet she is already,” Yeosang said as he lifted my skirt up to show the other two boys… San looked for a second before going back to his game.

“Wooyoung ready for another round?” Yeosang asked and Wooyoung nodded and got closer. 

“San I didn’t think you’d be so nice to them. You must've really spoiled them, Wooyoung is a bit of a brat” Yeosang said as the hybrid laughed before concentrating on the TV again…

“No, I’m not–” “Yes you are,�� San interrupted, making the fox pout. “I’m not right y/n?!” he said and before I could answer–

“Angel, you wanna be good right?” Yeosang said and I nodded. “Then tell Woo the truth,” Yeosang said “I don’t think he’s a brat,” I said honestly and he chuckled. “You see!!” Wooyoung yelled and the two hybrids scoffed… “y/n… I’m disappointed” Yeosang pouted and moved away from me…

“Come on” he said as he sat down next to San and pointed on his lap… I listened and straddled his lap where he kissed me. I knew it was to agitate the two hybrids, especially San… I felt him start thrusting up making me whine at the friction. 

“Yeosang…” Wooyoung whined making the Doberman chuckle… he gestured that Wooyoung came closer while I looked over at San who was now staring at us. He offered a slight smile when we met each other’s eyes

“Take her shirt off for us won’t you?” Yeosang asked and I felt Wooyoung’s hands from behind me take off my shirt and bra… 

“Because she defended you I’ll let you fuck her first,” Yeosang said as he grabbed my hands and put them on his shoulder I felt San lift up my skirt and move aside my panties… Wooyoung listened as I felt him enter me, making me moan at the sudden stretch, bottoming out completely.

Usually Yeosang would do a bunch of foreplay but I'm starting to think this is gonna be a long day…

I soon felt a hand on my clit rubbing it in circles making me moan louder. I was leaning into Yeosang when I felt a hand on my chin as San pulled me to kiss me. I moaned into our kiss at the sudden stimulation everywhere…

I broke it up when I needed to catch up my breath to say – “I’m gonna cum” I breathily moaned out and Wooyoung must’ve taken that as his sign to cum into me and knot me… 

“What a pretty sight, right San?” Yeosnag asked as the panther chuckled.

“I still don’t like how the both of you tie her,” he said and Yeosang scoffed. “Shut up, it’ll be your turn soon,” Yeosang said as he moved out from under me and stood up.

“Come on, doll you think you can cum for us one more time?” Yeosang asked and I nodded. “Good kitty,” San said and I felt my mind start to haze at the pleasure and praise. 

“I wanna try something new, okay doll?” Yeosang asked and I nodded. Wooyoung pulled out of me. “Climb on top of San would you?” Yeosnag asked and I felt San’s hands on my hips as he pulled me to his lap… I whined as I felt Wooyoung’s cum drip out of me.

“Wah… making a mess, kitty” he said and I felt my cheeks heat up, almost embarrassed at their wandering eyes. 

“San fuck her” Yeosnag commanded making the hybrid glare… “You don’t tell me what to do” San said and I heard Yeosang scoff “If you don’t want to then I will–” Yeosang got interrupted by San’s growl as he quickly went into me easily with Wooyoung’s cum… “Fuck you’re a mess” San let out as he guided my hips up and down his cock… I soon felt Yeosang from behind collecting Wooyoung’s cum to finger my ass… I whined not knowing what he was planning until he penetrated my other hole making me grip San tightly. 

A string of curse words and moans soon came out as Yeosang stretched me out making me feel so full… I felt tears start to form when I see San laughing…

“Such a pretty view, right Wooyoung?” San grinned as I looked over to see Wooyoung now jerking himself off… “Let's continue giving him a show then~,” Yeosang said as he started moving and I felt so overwhelmed by the two.

Wooyoung had the least stamina when it came to sex whilst these two could compete for hours… I lost count of how many times I came before Yeosang knotted me and I was cockwarming San…

The three gave me many praises as I felt myself lean tiredly against San. “What a pretty kitty… are you okay?” he asked with a soft tone and I nodded with a satisfied smile. 

Yeosang pulled out and so did San when I felt cum start to pour out of me…

“I think we need a new couch, angel,” he said as I looked down to see the stained couch… “That’s not gonna come out” San said and I whined… “Maybe we should get a leather one instead?” Wooyoung suggested. I soon felt the three continue their praises as Yeosang cleaned me up. He carried me to my room when I felt the three bodies climb on my bed…

“We should also order a bigger bed, the night isn't over yet”

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Cat Warrior // Mouse Trap

In the world you live in there’s a variety of races and peoples that exist. Most of them are at war due to ancestorial feuds or snobbish viewpoints about heritage. Which unfortunately means the world is overrun by constant wars and charged attacks. Being a fighter is a no-brainer. Whether or not you agree with the reasons those who do not fight shall survive. Which is why Ferrin the Cat Warrior fully believes you’ll kill him the second you’ve pointed your spear to his neck. 

“Kill me then human. End this so I don’t have to see your pathetic look of victory.”

Only to realize that you’re not going to bother killing him when you’re clearly the better fighter. Even when he tries to sneakily strike at you while you turn away. You’re still triumphant leaving them cradling the scar you’ve mercifully given them. From then on it’s this. Constantly avoiding this Cat Warrior’s backshots and sneaky attacks that just never let up. 

“Tired yet, human?! Ready to surrender in despair?!”

“I don’t think I’ll be doing that considering your arm is still broken from the last time.”

“Don’t underestimate me! I am of the race of the greatest hunters in the world! You’ll be my prey today and the next!”

He vows to defeat you one day but he does it so often that you stop taking him seriously. He hates that you don’t realize how much of a threat he is. In the week he’s spent following you he already knows so many of your habits. Like how many times you turn in your sleep. Or often you yawn before bed. He already knows so much it's truly a miracle you haven’t succumbed to his mighty claws with all the info you’ve let him memorize.

“Stupid human! I’ll get you next time!”

It’s a game of cat and mouse that he adores fuels his primal desire to hunt. It’s strong enough that when his own kind sends a messenger to return to his fleet. Citing all his discoveries he’ll politely refuse the backup they want to send. This is his prey to chase. Others would just spoil his fun. All he’s waiting for is an opportunity to best you.

“You’re so weak. It’ll bring me no satisfaction to kill you now.”

You’ve fallen ill and he’s forced to tend to his prey. He wants you fresh for when he defeats you after all. He clicks his tongue as he feels the heat on your forehead rise and the sweat on your brow increase. While caring for you, the sound of your heavy breathing forces him to think. Why couldn’t he end this now? Why while you were indisposed and at your absolute weakest did he fight off the dog warriors that had come to inspect your camp? Why did he feel the need to scent you while your batting at him was weak?

“I think you’ve gotten me sick as well. This just means I’ll have to stay by your side then.”

From then on he’s your plus one, when you make plans to do anything he is involved. There are no ‘ifs’ ‘and’s’ or ‘buts’ about it. You’re his human and he’s your cat but if you ever say that he’s swiping at your face. He’s going to demand you let him stay in your tent as your journey persists, nipping at your neck and kneading into your thighs. 

“If you’re blind this is my human, you can try to get on their good side all you like but (Y/n) is mine.”

The Cat Warrior has decided to stay by your side as you continue on a journey–that he doesn’t care to pay attention to. But even as you amass attention from all walks of life, he’s promised to remain by your side. You’d be foolish to chase away this hunter because to him he’s won. He has his prey now right where he wants you. 

Complacent when he curls into the blanket with you in your tent. Groaning in your sleep casually as he nestles his fangs into your neck. His tail wrapped around your leg without so much as a twitch from you. 

He’s caught his mouse. 

And he'd never let you go.

[steviewashere]

Don't Dish What You Can't Serve

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Sexual Harassment (Not Between Main Pairing), Chewing Tobacco, Gross Shit Happens That I Can't Say Because It Spoils The PlotTags: Different First Meeting AU, No Upside Down AU, No Supernatural AU, Steve Never Became Friends With Tommy and Carol, Hurt/Comfort, Tommy Hagan Being an Asshole, Tommy Hagan is a Piece of Shit Here, Waiter Steve Harrington, Line Cook Eddie Munson, They Work at Benny's, So This is an AU Where Benny's Never Closed, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Gets Revenge, Steve is a College Student (But That's Not Entirely Important Here), '86 Was Eddie's Year

🥤——————🥤 Steve picks up a new job in the summer of 1986, waiting tables. The job at Family Video fell through and it just didn’t pay enough. He was starting his first year at the local college soon and he desperately needed the money. Especially since his parents cut him off, sighting his one gap year as enough reason. And so he goes to Benny’s, fills out an application and turns it in the same day. Back at his apartment, also the same day, he gets hired on. Alongside another guy around his age, one he recognizes from high school as Eddie Munson—who must’ve finally finished his time as a senior and now just needed to work.

Neither of them really talk to each other outside of putting orders in and taking orders out. Maybe occasionally scolding the other because—“You didn’t ask how rare he wanted his steak, Harrington? How the hell am I supposed to make it then?” and “Munson, you forgot the fucking ketchup on this asshole’s cheeseburger and now he won’t shut the fuck up about it. Fix this, please for the love of god.”

So, sure, they don’t get along all that well all the time. They’re not friends. More so just acquaintances. And so they don't really talk.

However, that changes one evening.

It’s a couple weeks before the upcoming school year is supposed to start. Hawkins, Indiana is one of those little college towns. Meaning, the new students were finally moving, coming around, getting to know where they now lived. And that includes one particular customer, Tommy Hagan, and his girlfriend, Carol Perkins. They’ve been coming in since mid-July, despite the new year starting in September, despite move-in dates set in late August. Every Sunday, Steve sees their pinched, smarmy, cocky faces. And every Sunday, they always cause some sort of issue.

The first time, Tommy spilled his soda all over the tiled restaurant floor. Claimed it was an accident, but Steve saw him. He saw the guy push his cup over the edge. Heard him snicker as Steve bent down to wipe it up, as he stood back up and plastered on a tight smile, promising that he’d get him a new soda right away. Flushed with shame as Tommy laughed and laughed and laughed his ass off about the, “Guy with the big stupid eyes and no thoughts in his head” and how he, “Probably doesn’t have much going for him if he’s working in a place like this.”

A riddle and game, that’s what it was. Steve would welcome them, take their orders, put them in for Eddie to make, drop the food off, and be at their service if something went wrong. Which was always. And he’d endure the stupid comments Tommy would make when he wasn’t in earshot. Spanning from how incompetent their waiter was—“He’s always screwing something up, swear to god. Don’t even know how he’s holding a job here, jeez.”—to how big of a manwhore he is because of how tight his work pants were. As if Steve would ever be catching tail in his stupid slacks, always stained with food and sticky soda by the end of the night, and the same pants that give him wedgies if he doesn’t make them sit right on his waist. All in all, Tommy is their worst customer. But it’s just a job, Steve always thought, it’ll get better at some point. Tommy will eventually start classes and leave me alone.

Then, of course, comes the Sunday a couple weeks before the new school year. Tommy is alone this time. No Carol on his arm. He just slides into one of the booths and watches Steve work until he approaches. And immediately, something is terribly off about this encounter.

“Welcome to Benny’s, can I get any drinks started for you?” Steve asks. His script. Customer service voice pitchy and monotone as it drips from his mouth.

Tommy doesn’t answer for several moments. Leaving Steve to stand and loom and stare. To smile and squirm. As he rakes his eyes so unnoticeably over all of Steve’s frame. His tongue trails along the inside of his lower lip, eyes heated, a gross smirk on his face. Smarmy.

“Bet you’d look good without that dumb frilly apron around your waist,” Tommy teases. It’s half-flirtatious, Steve thinks. But all the same creepy and…predatory.

“Excuse me?” He can only respond.

The asshole hums, assessing. Repeats himself. And adds, “You’d make better tips, too. Maybe put some gloss on your lips, a tighter shirt, no apron…yeah…vision’s coming together, baby. Could make everybody your bitch when you serve them.” He stares for a second longer. Rests his face in his left hand and flutters his eyes at Steve. “Can I get my usual, pretty boy? And one of those strawberry milkshakes.”

Steve writes the order down on his little notepad, shifting foot to foot. His stomach twists and knots. Brain still whirling at what Tommy said, unable to retort. Doesn’t even know how to really feel. Not flattered, that’s for sure. Slimy…that seems like a good enough substitute for the emotions mildewing in his chest.

“Y’know,” Tommy continues, voice sticky the way humidity is—uncomfortable—“I see how hard you work around here sometimes, even if you are pretty bad at it. Swear I can see the cogs just clogging up in your head. If you wanna give that pea brain of yours a moment to relax, you could share that drink with me. Maybe I’ll tip you real good this time, baby.”

He shifts again. Hands clammy and bile in the back of his throat. Steve swallows hard, thinks he stutters something out akin to, “I’ll be back with your order,” and promptly disappears into the kitchen.

The door swings closed behind him. And he’s not really looking, not paying attention. Just trying to get away from the residue left in Tommy’s air of existence. In the seconds between entering the kitchen and trying to storm away, he runs into somebody. An exerted grunt, raspy and deep, sounds out in front of him.

“Hey! Watch”—the person gently grabs him by the shoulders and leads them somewhere that he can’t really register. In a softer voice, no longer agitated, “Steve? Hey, man, y’alright?”

Steve sniffles. It’s then that he recognizes the heat in his cheeks, overwhelmingly hot and itchy. The scalding of tears. A pinch behind his eyes. There’s a soft cushion underneath him, the telltale creak of one of the older dining chairs. The air smells like garlic and grease, but a breeze catches over his exposed forearms—most likely from an air conditioning unit. He’s in the break room, he can finally notice. And break he does.

“That asshole is back,” he garbles, “and he”—hiccup—“he’s being really gross to me.”

The person crouches down in front of him, putting them eye-to-eye. And he knows immediately that it’s Eddie. Long hair pulled up into as neat of a bun as he can manage. A group of pitch black bats on pale skin. Dark brown eyes, shifting back and forth between his own with a mixture of concern and anger.

“What’d he say to you, Steve?”

He sniffs again, trying to gain some composure before he inevitably has a full-blown breakdown. Inevitable because he always has one when he goes home to his apartment, but it might happen here, and he can’t afford to let it happen here. Not today, at least, not now.

“Calling me…calling me baby and pretty boy. And he—he’s trying to make me share his stupid milkshake and he calls me stupid—that I have a…a fucking pea brain. Eddie, he calls me stupid every single time he comes in and I just—he’s just—I can’t”—

Eddie runs his warm hands up and down his biceps, gently pushing the fabric of his quarter sleeve, too. He shushes low and whispered. Murmurs, “I don’t want you to go back out there without me, alright?” His eyes dart back and forth between Steve’s wet ones once more. One of his hands leaves and digs into his back pocket, producing a black bandana. And he carefully brings it up close, patting it over Steve’s blotchy cheeks. “You don’t deserve that, Steve,” he whispers, “and I’ll make sure he gets what he deserves. Just wait back here for a bit and I’ll get his order done.”

Steve nods slow and heavy. Wipes the heel of his palm roughly over his eyes—to which Eddie tuts at and firmly drags it away, replacing it with the worn, soft fabric of that bandana. “Sorry that I ran into you at the door,” he says quietly.

“I’m glad you did. Because I’m going to make sure that asshole never bothers you again. ‘M sick of hearing what he does to you every single time he comes in.” Eddie stands up, but leaves the bandana to dangle in Steve’s loose grip. A tentative stroke through Steve’s hair, something he usually wouldn’t allow, but it’s too nice to turn down. “We’ll put him up on the wall, too. That bastard can suck a fucking egg.”

He laughs at that, or at least something like a laugh. It’s brittle, airy, but genuine. And watches Eddie go.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, though, Eddie wanders back into the break room and drags them back towards the milkshake blender in the kitchen. He has the ingredients all laid out next to the machine: vanilla ice cream, a gallon of milk, some freshly chopped strawberries, the can of whipped cream, and the glass itself. Adds the milk and the ice cream, but then stops abruptly, turning to dig something out of his pocket.

“What’re you doing?” Steve quietly asks, worried to be overheard through the ticket window.

“Oh, just some good ol’ payback,” Eddie answers, something darker than mirth in his tone. What he produces from his pocket is a can of chewing tobacco. The nasty menthol kind, too. He shakes the little tin in his hand, the tobacco thunking against the lid of the container. And then he twists the cap off, plucks a quarter sized amount, and stuffs the wad between his bottom teeth and lower lip. Mouth literally bulging with the tobacco. “We’ll blend this shit first,” he whispers, scheming, “add the strawberries. Then, comes the grand finale.”

Steve side eyes Eddie. His deft fingers flittering over the buttons of the blender, scooping out the strawberries with the same hand he picked up tobacco with. He grimaces, but doesn’t comment on that. “Grand finale?”

“One of the biggest fears that customers have when they go into any restaurant is that the waiter is going to spit in their food,” he nonchalantly explains, capping the blender, “though, a lot of them don’t consider the line cook. Or at least, the rude ones don’t.” Eddie shifts something in his mouth, what sounds like the slosh of thick saliva. “He’ll probably complain, but it’s not like he’ll be believed. It’s a safety hazard, sure. But nobody suspects the cook because they’re supposed to know that shit. A cook spitting in a patron’s food? No way, man. That shit’s taboo.”

“And if he is believed?”

Eddie merely shrugs. “Then I get fired. But it’s whatever. I’m already on my way out anyway, got enough money for what I need.” 

Before Steve can ask or get in response, Eddie’s blasting the blender. It chugs and churns the half cup of milk and the measly two scoops of ice cream. The strawberries burst and bleed juice throughout, mixture turning pink. And with a few shakes, a half-way pit stop to unclog the bigger chunks, and a go-about with the partially dysfunctional blades—Eddie chucks the lid off, unlocks the pitcher from the machine, and turns away from Steve.

“I’m gonna have the good graces to not make you watch this shit,” Eddie gives as an explanation, “y’may wanna cover your ears.” Steve doesn’t, though wishes he did. With a cough and a semi-gag, Eddie inhales and burbles the saliva in the back of his mouth. He can hear the way the tobacco spit dribbles from between Eddie’s lips, the way it plops into the blended mixture, and the last little dredges left in his mouth. Steve’s stomach turns, but he doesn’t stop it. Doesn’t step in.

Eddie turns back around with the blender. Sitting on top of the pink mix is one quarter sized glob of tobacco and saliva, the spit already spilling down the sides of the pitcher. “Ta-da!” Eddie exclaims, shaking the pitcher back and forth. “And that is what I like to call the revenge special. Half cup milk, two scoops of vanilla ice cream, four chopped strawberries, and a fantastical exported ingredient from the land of your’s truly. It may be a seasonal item, but it’s got the gust of something that’ll last a lifetime.”

“God…that is disgusting,” Steve mock-whispers. “You’re a fucking genius.”

“Thank you, it’s one of my many tricks.” He sets the blender down onto the metal counter, a hard thunk that rattles the milkshake glass. “Now, do me a favor and pour that into the glass, get him one of those stupid striped straws, spray it up with some whip. And I’ll dish up his monstrosity of a cheeseburger.” Eddie’s eyes soften away from the mirth they previously had. His voice dropping low, too. “I’ll deliver it, too, by the way. I would never throw you under the bus for something gross like this. This should hopefully get him to stay away, though. If he does complain about you and you have to flee, I’ll help you find a new job.”

“I could just say I did it, y’know,” Steve tentatively says, “that I fucked up his drink. You don’t need to lose your job because of issues I’m having.”

“You were crying, Steve,” Eddie points out gently. “Nobody makes my waiters cry. And nobody gets away with it, either.” He slinks away from Steve without another word and without another word getting in. And Steve watches him for a long moment. As he busies himself around his workspace, tidied and organized the way he needs it. The flex of his muscles as he flips and cuts and assembles that cheeseburger. His baby hairs at the crown of his head getting stuck to his sweaty temples, hard work painting and furrowing his brows.

But when he’s caught staring, Eddie simply and softly smiles, gestures at the blender, and turns back to his plate. So, Steve does what he’s told. Assembles the nail to his coffin, one pour and spray and straw at a time. And walks out of the kitchen, behind Eddie’s flexing back, his grease stained and sweat drenched white t-shirt. He sits at the front counter, in one of the old, flaking barstools. Watches.

Tommy looks up at Eddie from his spot in the booth, eyes wide as he sees Eddie take a seat across from him. He grimaces and sours. “You aren’t that waiter. Who the fuck are”—

“Heard you like milkshakes,” Eddie drawls. “Thought maybe I could get your opinion on a new recipe I’m trying. It’s strawberry, don’t worry your preppy little chinos off. But there’s been a slight change, was wondering what you’d think about it.”

Across the table, Tommy gives Eddie an odd glance. “Is it that important that you watch me? Surely I could’ve just sent my compliments to you or whatever when I’m done.”

“Nah, I like getting it straight from the source. So, go ahead, take a sip. Tell me what you think.”

Steve has to physically draw himself back, has to swallow down the gag and bile working their way through him, and genuinely convulses back against the counter as Tommy takes his first, long, hard sip of the milkshake. His face doesn’t move much with the sip, but he does scowl a tad, grimacing with a slight twitch in his upper lip.

“Tastes sour,” Tommy comments.

Eddie hums. “But is it good? Sometimes sour’s a good thing.” He reaches across the table, then, and plucks up Tommy’s cheeseburger. Crosses one arm across his chest, hand resting on his opposite bicep, and brings the food up to his mouth, taking a hearty bite.

“Hey!” Tommy exclaims, “that’s my cheeseburger, man! You can’t just”—

“Get a second sip and maybe I’ll consider remaking your food.” Eddie smugly watches Tommy take another deep swallow. His eyes cast at the glass, roaming at the little brown flecks in the shake. Knowing and proud. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“I mean it’s…objectively, I guess it’s good. Can I get a new burger, man? I’m starving here and I’ve got a date with my girlfriend in thirty minutes.”

All at once, Steve’s heart enters his stomach. Eddie takes another large bite of the burger before replacing it on Tommy’s plate. He crosses his arms against the top of the table, fingers tucked securely in the creases of his elbows. Leans all the way across until he’s nearly nose to nose with Tommy.

“So, could you taste what was different? Could your pea brain discern the new flavor on your tongue?” He asks, smarmy as Tommy has ever been. Over-confident, yet satisfied.

Tommy’s eyes widen at his words being thrown back in his face, startles against the back of his booth. Fingers gripping to the edge of the table, cheeks going pale. “I…I don’t”—

“Spit.”

“Wh—What?”

“Spit,” Eddie repeats coldly. “You just drank my fucking tobacco spit.” Silence. And then, “How’d I taste, baby? Be honest. Was it everything you’d ever hope it would be with a man?”

More silence. Tense and thick, enough that it weighs on Steve’s shoulders across the way. However, Tommy finally registers what just happened. He gags hard, hand covering his curdled mouth. Behind it, muffled, he says, “You’re sick in the head. I’ll—I’ll fucking tell your boss. You’ll fucking regret this.” And he stands up on shaky legs, dashing away before he can vomit all over himself.

Eddie only watches him leave, satisfied and content. He looks back to Steve, grins. “I can’t wait to see his girlfriend’s face when she finds out he isn’t allowed back.”

Steve nervously giggles and crosses to the booth, sliding in where Tommy just was. “You’re insane,” he murmurs.

“Yeah, but it worked, didn’t it? Too bad he didn’t leave a tip. There is a cheeseburger if you want the rest of it. Promise I didn’t fuck with that.” Eddie’s eyes are on him, soft and thoughtful, watching him pick up the partially eaten burger. “I can make you a new one instead, if you’d prefer. Extra cheese, too.”

“Trying to get in all the cooking you can before this inevitably backfires?”

“Sure…or I’m trying to make sure you’re taken care of. One in the same, I suppose. So, provolone, right? Could even combine some of the cheese if you want. Pepper jack and havarti…colby jack and swiss. Take your pick.”

Steve glances up from the plate in front of him. Heart beating fast and chest gooey as Eddie looks onto him with something like reverence. “Provolone, please,” he requests quietly, “and can I get extra crunchy crinkle fries, too?”

Reaching out a hand, Eddie gently pats the back of Steve’s left. “You got it, baby”—he hisses—“I probably shouldn’t call you that. I’m so”—

“It’s alright,” Steve murmurs, “I…uh…I don’t mind if it’s you.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, then stands from the other side of the bench. “You’re gonna give me a hero complex and an ego, Stevie.” He begins to retreat towards the kitchen, calling out about bringing the dishes back when he’s done, that the milkshake could just be tossed glass and all.

But Steve stops him with, “Hey, Eddie?” Is met again with those soft, dark brown eyes. “Thank you,” he quietly says, “I never thought I’d get him away from me. Means a lot that you helped.”

There’s a soft smile on Eddie’s face, one that Steve can’t help but return.

“Anything for you, man.”

He makes Eddie stop again, though. To gaze, to drink in that tight white t-shirt and the spatter of black ink on his arms, his heavy pretty curls, and that soft face of his. “When we finish closing up for the night, do you wanna come over to mine? I’ve got a rented copy of Empire Strikes Back and a few beers. Only if you”—

“I’d love to, Steve. Now let me make you your food, sweetheart. Before you gobble me up with that hungry stare of yours.”

🥤——————🥤

[seoktized]

so DAD!GYUVIN

sfw

just imagining him doing that famous dad carry.. looking all scrumptious as he carries your newborn baby to the car (meow). he’s so gentle with the baby and he ultimately becomes a full on baby expert.

this is so silly, but i imagine him being one of those dads on tiktok who’s whole page is just dedicated to his baby, showing how much he loves them <33

baby ends up being a daddy’s girl/boy because of how much time he spends with them. takes them out grocery shopping, to different dad activities (golfing, football games, all that jazz) and he ends up spoiling them as well because he can’t be strong when they pour and ask for a toy…

(definitely see him being one of those girl dads who try to intimidate her first boyfriend… maybe that’s only a southern thing idk but 😭 he’s not going easy on that poor boy)

elaborating on him being a girl dad, he definitely lets her put princess crowns and earrings on him. gyuvin would do anything to see his little girl smile, so if that means he has to let her cover his face in makeup,, then so be it!!

nsfw under the cut

now . mr. gyuvin here gets baby fever often. even though you guys already have a kid, he’s trying to convince you to give them a sibling,, saying it’ll be good for the baby’s development etc etc when really he just wants to fuck you raw & cum inside.

has a special day set aside during your ovulation time (which he definitely tracks) where either of your parents keep the baby so gyuvin can utilize the time alone & stuff you full of his cum. he’s not stopping until he’s sure you’re gonna get pregnant.

“can’t wait to see you all pregnant again, love. fuck you look so good pregnant..” he groans. practically begging you to let him breed you (which you’ve already said yes to)

your body quickly becomes overstimulated from how much he’s making you cum, but the feeling of his cum inside of you overpowers it so you lay there n let him fill you up <333

pumps you full over and over again until you’re filled to the brim with his seed. and after you’re done, he makes sure to take great care of you,, running you a bath, making sure you have water and snacks if you need, and massaging your sore parts gently.

(i blame tea for this . dad!zb1 has been heavy on my mind these past few days)

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Lee Felix x F!Reader TW : reader is pregnant ; still extremely fluffy ; Word Count : 1.7k Request : nope! A/N : 11 work days later and I'm finally off!! YAY!!!

“Lix, baby…” You sweetly said his name, staggering back a little as you both walked through the store. He was going there to simply get new headphones for his computer and of course he wanted you to tag along with him, but you always got sidetracked when passing the baby aisle, and this time you weren’t longingly looking at the booties or the onesies… You had a tiny little plan forming in your head. 

“Hmm? What is it, angel?” He responded back just as sweet, his freckled cheeks lifting and his eyes squinting as he looked at you, his smile wide yet slightly bashful. “What’re ya doin?” He quizzed, eyeing you with full interest now as you held up two different pairs of newborn footie pajamas. 

“Which one do you like more? This one…?” You held up a green pair that was printed with frogs and little lily pads. “Or this one?” The other pair was a pale yellow with a small embroidered duck at the top. “Only three seconds to choose one though, come on!” You chimed, trying to make it more like a game so he wouldn’t get an idea of what was happening just yet. 

“Ahhhh…” His eyes wavered back and forth between the little sets before his finger shot forwards to point at the yellow outfit. “That one’s cuter, and it’s closer to Bokkari so, obviously I’m gonna choose the duck.” He explained, and you nodded along in agreement. “Look at this though, angel.” He said as he started walking again, not straying too far off as you hung the outfits back on the racks, making a mental note to remember where they were for when you came back to get them. 

“What is it?” You asked, walking over to where he stood in front of a nursery set that was duck themed, his eyes sparkling as he looked at it. “Oh… Oh that’s adorable.” You picked up the set, flipping it over to see the price on the back of the box before setting it back down again. “And completely ridiculous. $60 for a blanket and a bib? They’re charging for the packaging.” 

Felix snorted, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you to the electronics section, his mind back on track once more. “It’s cute that you completely forget that I make a ridiculous amount of money doing what I do.” He teased, playfully squeezing your side and making you jump before you leaned into him. “Don’t worry, once we have a baby, they’ll be set for life. They’ll never want for nothing.” 

It was hard to fight back the urge to tell him right then and there, but you bit your lip, looping your arm around his and resting your head against his shoulder. “I love that you’re already planning on spoiling them…” You teasingly murmured, smiling softly up at him. “How will I ever compete with you?” 

He paused for a moment, and you assumed that he was just trying to think of an answer to your question, but his gaze that was laid upon you softened as he turned to stand in front of you. “It’ll never be a competition. Everything we do will be as a team. Whatever I get for them, even if you’re not there when I get it, it’ll be from the both of us.” The short moment of sweetness quickly changed to him teasing once again as he leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose. “What’s with all this baby talk? Hmm? You got something to tell me?” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, and you shook your head fast, hoping that he didn’t pick up on your nervous giggling. 

“I’m having baby fever again. You know how bad it gets when I walk through the baby aisles.” You reasoned, and thankfully, your explanation was good enough for him. He was used to you having the baby talk the whole way home after shopping trips, but your mind would usually trail off into something else as soon as you got home. You’d have to keep up with the pattern if you wanted to keep this a secret, at least long enough to get everything ready for the surprise. 

2 weeks, one secret doctors appointment, and a small shopping trip with Chan later, and you finally had the little gift box prepared to surprise Felix with. It took a lot to keep yourself from telling him before the two weeks was up, but you just kept it in the back of your mind that his reaction would be adorable, of course it would be, everything he did was adorable. 

The camera was set up, under the advice of Hyunjin who wanted so badly to be there to see it, but he also knew that if he was at the house when Felix got home it would raise some questions and might have spoiled the surprise. Everything was being recorded, and truthfully, this would be a moment that you’d love to look back on later on in life. 

“Angel…” Felix called out from the front door, and you heard his shoes tumble onto the floor and the quiet sound of his slippers sliding across the hard wood as he slipped them on. “You okay?” Of course, today was one of those days when the wonderful symptoms of carrying a child kicked in full force and had you leaning over the kitchen sink as you tried to hold back the nausea long enough to give him his surprise. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed, cupping a bit of cold water in your hand and sipping a bit of it before turning around to face him. “Think I just ate a bit too quickly.” You explained, giving him a smile when he came over to you, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. “I’m not sick, really. Come… I have something to tell you.” You said, and the sudden bout of sickness had your voice lacking the excitement that you had been hoping to convey. 

“Is… Is it bad?” He stammered, and you could almost see through his chest, visualizing his heart sinking at your words. He truly was too good for this world, he was far too sweet, and you immediately felt bad for even accidentally worrying him. “You’re not leaving me… Are you? Did I do something wrong?” 

“No!” You said, maybe a little too loudly, his eyes widening in shock at the sudden outburst. “Sorry… Sorry. I’m not leaving you. I just… I have a surprise for you and… I really want to show you.” You said the words a little too fast, and you hoped that he was able to catch all of them. He still seemed a little confused, but you were already grabbing his hand and leading him to the living room. “Sit… I have to run to the bedroom to grab something.” You motioned to the couch with your head, and once he was finally seated, you ran to the bedroom and grabbed the little box out of the top of the closet. 

“You’re not… proposing, are you? I wanted to be the one to do that…” He said, watching you with suspicious eyes as you walked back into the living room, your hands behind your back to hide the box from him. “What is that? What are you holding?” He inquired further, craning his neck to try to see behind you. 

“Shh.. Just close your eyes and hold out your hands.” You waited for him to do so before placing the little box in his upturned hands, and then you sat on the little seat across from him. “Open…” You whispered, and your heart was hammering in your chest now as you watched his eyes scan over the little box that had congratulations written across the lid. 

“What is it…?” He asked, and you motioned towards the box with his hand, silently telling him to open it. He carefully set it down on the coffee table before shimmying the lid off, and you heard him gasp softly when he saw the tiny teddy bear and the little note. “Appa…? Me? I’m… You’re… Really?” He questioned, and you hesitantly nodded your head in agreement, not able to fully gauge his reaction just yet. Then he lifted the note and on the backside you had carefully taped the ultrasound photo, it wasn’t much, but the little bean was there, and he could see it clearly. 

“Lix…” You nervously whispered his name as you watched his hand go to his mouth, and you could have sworn you heard a sigh… or maybe it was a sob… But you couldn’t really tell how he was feeling just yet. “Are you… okay? I’m sorry, I just-” 

His head shook, and when he finally looked at you, his hand falling to his lap, you could see he was smiling. “This is amazing…” He choked out, pushing himself up off the couch and striding over to you only to drop down to the floor in front of you, his hands moving to your stomach. “I’m so happy… I… I don’t even have words. This… We’re having a baby… We’re gonna have a family… Us… We are…” 

“We are…” You agreed, your own tears beginning to form and trickle down your cheeks. His hands moved up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs working quickly to wipe the tears before they had the chance to reach your chin, his smile never faltering as he looked up at you with eyes that sparkled and shined. “I love you, Felix…” 

He pushed himself up, kissing you gently, his lips tasted of salt from his tears and a slight hint of coffee. “I love you more, most, mostest, more than anything. Thank you… For giving me this gift, for loving me… For making me happy, for making me the luckiest man in the world.” He sighed, and then he started laughing, a soft laugh, a chuckle that came from his chest that seemed to vibrate through him. Your head tilted to the side questioningly, but he only shook his head. “I’m glad that wasn’t a proposal… Because I have to run to the bedroom real quick and grab something… Just make sure you say yes to my next question.” 

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[renardiererin]

rintarou suna who carefully planned out your entire wedding and how he would propose to you after dating you for three months

rintarou suna who lets you help babysit his younger sister and looks at you as if his eyes are hearts bulging out of his head at how good you are with kids and thinks to himself how badly he wants to have a family with you someday

rintarou suna who rubs your back and hums your favorite songs and strokes your hair when hes trying to help you sleep

rintarou suna who swears he loves you more than anything measurable- more than the entire universe x10 and back- because he says you saved him

rintarou suna who offers to let you wear his clothes when you’re sad, hoping that it’ll cheer you up to be engulfed in his clothes, seeing as he’s more than twice your size

rintarou suna who knows you’re indecisive and will pick things for you if you truly can’t decide, but will base his choices on what he knows you secretly want more

rintarou suna who carries random offbrand fruity candy assortments in his pocket like a grandma to share with you and his friends

rintarou suna who vowed to protect you from the metaphorical monsters in your head from the day you met all the way to adding it in to his wedding vows as he slides the ring on your finger- the ring he picked out the second he knew you were the one, which in his case was after about 5 months into the relationship

rintarou suna who paints portraits of you but always gets upset that they “never truly captivate your complete and total beauty”

rintarou suna who daydreams about running off to the south of france with you to open a small flower shop where your shared apartment rests on the upstairs of your shop, with a good view so he can sit at his canvas and paint the scenery and know he’s only there because of you

rintarou suna who said “i love you i love you i love you” in the very first letter he ever wrote for you, resulting in saying the pretty words three times in a row becoming a regular inside thing for the two of you that nobody gets but you two

rintarou suna who started by only wanting one kid, having to be heavily convinced to have a second (because you don’t want the first to be lonely), but after you crack him and get him to agree to a second kid he wants a third and a fourth and a fifth and three cats and a dog and a snake because he wants to raise everything with you because life is short and he wants to live it with you and only you

rintarou suna who builds you beautiful minecraft builds, complete with chests filled to the brim of books he’s thoroughly typed out with all of his love and thoughts spilled on every page

rintarou suna who runs up to you in minecraft just to deliver you a pretty flower he picked because he thinks it’ll match your eyes

rintarou suna who was emotionally numb when he met you because of everything he’d been going through at home, but knew you were the one he wanted for the rest of his life the second he laid eyes on you and realized that you made him feel something- which was an occurrence that hadn’t happened in years

“you made me feel again, love. i never thought i would be able to do that.”

rintarou suna who lets you play games on his phone and trusts you with his life, who would never ever let go of you in a million years because he wants you for himself until the end of time because he simply can’t risk losing you

rintarou suna who buys you rings and diamond necklaces and clothes and the most absurdly expensive gifts just for the purpose of wanting to spoil you rotten

rintarou suna who loves you too much to ever leave without telling you how much he loves you. he won’t shower or go to practice or go to the bathroom or leave to go to the kitchen or hang up the facetime without telling you what to mean to him

rintarou suna who loves you no matter what, and will keep it that way until the end of time…

no matter what it takes <3

[tamapalace]

Bandai Introduces the Tamagotchi Connection with a 20th Anniversary Global Re-Release

The moment we’ve been waiting for is finally here! Bandai has officially announced the re-release of the Tamagotchi Connection with a 20th anniversary device! That’s right, can you believe it has been 20 years? We’re BEYOND ECSTATIC, and Bandai did NOT disappoint!

Physically the design of the Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary looks like a Tamagotchi Connection V3 with the iconic antenna, but it’s clear that Bandai has put together this model to give us a taste of what the Tamagotchi Connection was like! We’re not entirely sure on the programming, but it looks like it will take characteristics from the Keitai and Tamagotchi Connection V3.

The re-release of the Tamagotchi Connection for the 20th anniversary features unique programming that includes over 50 characters, 10 mini games, and 150 items! Your favorite characters will be back and raisable, and of course you can connect them together!

Lets talk packaging, reminiscent of the Tamagotchi Original packaging, the Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary ditches the early 2000’s plastic packaging in favor of a more eco friendly paper packaging with. Brand new Tamagotchi logo, and yes look at the beautiful Connection graphics on the packaging! Colors of packaging include blue stripes that faces into white.How cute are Mametchi and Memetchi in the upper left-hand corner?

The back of the packaging is super cute as it details the functionality of the Tamagotchi Connection which includes detailing the growth chart, samples some characters and some mini games, along with items. The packaging also mentions that there is a password for the item on the side flap inside the box, so perhaps we’re going to get some new passwords?

The packaging does call out that we will be able to shop for new items directly on the Tamagotchi, so the shop has returned. You’ll earn those Gotchi Points and then purchase some new items to spoil your Tamagotchi!

Unpack your CR2032 batteries, because the Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary is powered by the same batteries you know and love. The packaging also calls out that programming is in both English and Japanese. Perhaps it’ll ask which language on boot, which would make the most sense, similar to the Tamagotchi Uni.

Let’s talk shells! Bandai is releasing the initial Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary wave with 6 shells. Two of which are returning from 2006, these include Bubbles and Ice Cream. The new shells include Clear Retro which features a clear translucent shell and cute retro like graphics in white, orange, purple, and green around the display along with pink buttons. Then you’ve got Rainbow Sky which is so cute and features a shell completely painted in a red, yellow, green, and blue rainbow along with some clouds and hearts, purple buttons and the top of the antenna is blue.

Lastly, Bandai has brought back the True Friends pack, how creative is that? These two graffiti shells are unique as they are excuse to the true friends two pack, one is a blue graffiti shell, the other is a pink graffiti shell. They both feature Tamagotchi characters include Mametchi, Kuchipatchi, Memetchi, and Mimitchi.

There will be four shells exclusive to Japan that are all reminiscent of shells released in the 2000’s! That includes the iconic melon soda!

The Bubbles shell includes a password to download soda, the Ice cream shell includes a password to download ice cream, the Rainbow Sky shell includes a password to download an umbrella, the Clear Retro shell includes a password to download a waffle, and the True Friends Blue Graffiti and Pink Graffiti True Friends pack incudes a password to download a pencil!

All of the shells include the new logo to match the packaging of the Tamagotchi Connection 20th anniversary.

It is important to note that the wallpaper behind the screen on these will be a bit different from one another. Both Bubbles and Ice Cream uses the numbered background featured on the Tamagotchi Connection V1, whereas the new shells have backgrounds that are unique to their shells. That’s an awesome attention to detail.

Another thing to call out is that the chain on these devices is the same as the Tamagotchi Original, or Tamagotchi Connexion in Europe. This model does not feature the same chain as the Tamagotchi Connection with the chainlink design and ring.

Pricing! The Tamagotchi Connection is priced at $29.99, and the Tamagotchi Connection True Friends pack is priced at $57.99. This is a global release and preorders are already open on Amazon with an official release date of July 9th, 2024. Japan will be releasing them a bit later on August 3rd, 2024! It’s about to be an AMAZING SUMMER! The Tamagotchi Connection is already the  Amazon #1 Best Seller in Toys & Games before it was even officially announced by Bandai! Don’t call it a comeback, call it a takeover.

[skymoral]

🩵 Bi-Han w/ Children Headcannons 🩵

• The only children Bi-Han cares for and protects is his own

• You will have 12 children by him, eight boys and four girls. Majority of your children have traditional Chinese names or certain American names translated in Chinese

• He loves his boys but is strict when it comes to training and teaching them to protect the Lin Kuei and family.

But if anyone ever fucks with son, he will not show mercy. They are his heart, DO NOT! Cross his family

• As for his daughters, he leaves that to you. He believes that is your expertise. He does little training with them, just the basics of self-defense. But he makes it clear not to have them in battle.

• His daughters though are literally glued to him, 24/7. The main thing your girls do religiously is their father’s hair. Certain parts of his head braided. And he would walk around with pride with the hairstyle

And if anyone ever say anything about it, will regret the day they spoke.

• He spoils his kids to death, especially his daughters. Your children always look nice and cared for by their father and uncles.

• Suprisingly there favorite uncle is Tomas, they love there Kuai Liang but Tomas is a lot fun to play with and indulge in there antics.

Tomas is more available then there father and other uncle

• The stuff that you see in Bluey with the kids and parents. You and Bi-Hans kids can get that chaotic and make games, that you commit to a lot of times. It’s very rare when Bi-Han does it, but when he does. It’s quite the sight and memory.

Sometimes they even have there uncles or rest of the Lin Kuei into it

• The children love their auntie Harumi who brings them gifts and homemade cookies from her home and travels. Bi-Han doesn’t like when they have to much doughy foods let alone candy

But you let them enjoy it whenever your husband isn’t around, and remind the children. “Don’t tell your father, it’ll be our little secret.”

• The children love and respects their father, and whenever given praises. It makes them super happy. As you have to remind Bi-Han the importance of praising a child when they do good, as it makes them continue and shows that he loves them despite his many scorns of there behavior

• Liu Kang is like there godfather, he always shares his wisdom with them and they heed his words a lot. The other people in earthrealm, Now with Johnny, your daughters like to bribe him or extort him for money. For them to protect him.

You question your girls moral, “If only we knew where they got that from?” You looked at Bi-Han.

“At least Starboy’s money will be put to good use.” Bi-Han retorted.

• The Lin Kuei children are the legacy and future of the clan and will continue to share its glory and name throughout the world.

[blingblong55]

Softly enchanted - Simon "Ghost" Riley

---- F!Reader, fluff, established!relationship, birthday girl!reader, ----

A/N: Happy birthday to all the June pookies <3

The week leading up to your birthday is a whirlwind of anticipation and subtle planning on Simon’s part. You’re vaguely aware that he’s up to something, but every time you try to pry information out of him, he only smirks and changes the subject. It's adorable the way he tries to hide away his plans and you let it happen.

It starts on Monday morning. You’re getting ready for work when Simon leans against the bathroom door, watching you with an amused expression. “Got any special plans for your birthday, love?” You glance at him through the mirror, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “Just curious. Thought maybe you’d want to do something different this year.”

You smile, turning to face him. “Honestly, Simon, I just want a quiet day at home. Nothing too fancy.” You did enjoy last year, he and you cuddled in bed, watching a shitty comedy film on the tablet he gave you two birthdays ago.

His eyes twinkle with mischief, the oh-so-same stare he gave you many moons ago when he asked you to be his wife. “Are you sure? It’s your birthday, after all. You deserve to be spoiled, lovie.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You always spoil me. Let’s just have a simple day, okay?”

He nods, but you can see the wheels turning in his mind. “Alright, lovie. If that’s what you want.”

Throughout the week, Simon continues to drop little hints and ask questions that make you wonder what he’s up to. On Wednesday, you’re curled up on the couch with a book when he sits down beside you, a thoughtful look on his face.

“When you were a kid, what was your favourite birthday?” he asks suddenly.

You glance up, surprised by the question. “Hmm, probably the ones where we went to the carnival. It was always so much fun, with the rides and games. I miss those days.” It's questions like these that remind you of why he and you fell in love. He always asked good questions, wanting to know you more by your memories and emotions than anything else.

He nods, filing the information away. “Sounds like a great time.”

On Thursday, you find him browsing something on his phone, a secretive smile playing on his lips. “What are you looking at?” you ask, leaning over to get a peek.

He quickly locks the screen, chuckling. “Nothing you need to worry about, birthday girl.”

You narrow your eyes at him, playfully suspicious. “You’re planning something, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” he says, his grin widening. “But you’ll just have to wait and see.” What is ironic is he can keep military plans and secrets to himself without even letting his body tell you otherwise but when it comes to you or anything that surrounds you, his body gives him away. His smile is wide as he tries to keep in all the little lies he's been planning.

By the time Friday rolls around, you’re more curious than ever about what Simon has in store. He’s been extra attentive all week, making sure you’re happy and relaxed. That evening, as you’re getting ready for bed, he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Looking forward to tomorrow?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. You nod, leaning into his embrace. “As long as I’m with you, it’ll be perfect.” He presses a kiss to your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, “I promise it will be.”

The sun filters through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. You stir, feeling the warmth of Simon’s arm wrapped around you. His steady breaths are a comforting rhythm, a reminder of his presence. You nuzzle closer, not quite ready to leave the cocoon of warmth and safety his embrace provides. “Morning, birthday girl,” Simon’s deep voice rumbles softly in your ear, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Morning,” you murmur, smiling as you feel his lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead. He pulls you closer, his grip tightening slightly as if to say he never wants to let you go. “Any special requests for today?” he asks, though you’ve had this conversation before. You shake your head. “Just want to stay home, something simple and private.” Simon’s eyes soften as he looks at you. “If that’s what you want, lovie, that’s what we’ll do.”

It was times like these he could give you the world at the plea of your voice.

The morning passes in a blur of lazy kisses and whispered sweet nothings. The two of you cook breakfast together, bumping hips and sharing laughter in the small kitchen. You’ve always cherished these quiet moments, when the world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble.

After breakfast, you both settle on the couch, and he surprises you with a small box wrapped in delicate paper. "Open it," he encourages with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You unwrap the box carefully, revealing a beautiful necklace with a pendant shaped like a heart. Your breath catches. "Simon, it's beautiful." He helps you put it on, his fingers grazing your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Not as beautiful as you," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.

Lunch is a cosy affair at the dining table, simple yet perfect. Simon surprises you with your favourite dish, a testament to how well he knows you. “How did you know?” you ask, marvelling at the spread. He winks. “I’ve got my ways.” In truth, he had heard you talk with your mum about craving that one dish you ate as a kid and still adored. After all, he is a military man, he has his own ways of knowing everything.

After lunch, you settle on the couch, cuddling up under a blanket as you watch a movie. Simon’s fingers trace idle patterns on your arm, his touch sending sparks of warmth through you. You’re content, happy to spend the day in the comfort of your home with the person you love.

As the afternoon sun begins to set, casting long shadows across the room, Simon sits up and stretches. “Fancy a pizza for dinner?” You laugh, shaking your head. “We just had lunch, and you’re already thinking about dinner?” He grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What can I say? I’m a planner.” He truly was a planner, always needing to know the next move before it even happened.

“Alright,” you agree, not suspecting a thing. “Pizza sounds good.” You grab your jacket, and Simon does the same, leading you out to his car. The drive is peaceful, the radio playing softly in the background. You lean your head against the window, watching the scenery pass by. It isn’t until you see the bright, colourful lights in the distance that you realize something’s up. “Simon, where are we going?”

He glances at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Just a little detour.” As you get closer, you recognize the familiar sights and sounds of a carnival. Your heart skips a beat, memories of childhood birthdays flooding back. You turn to Simon, eyes wide with disbelief. “You listened?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. “Of course, I did, lovie,” he says, parking the car and turning to face you. “Happy birthday,” he takes your hand in his, kissing it and caressing with his thumb the ring he oh so proudly gave you.

Tears spring to your eyes, a mix of joy and nostalgia overwhelming you. “I can’t believe you did this.”

He reaches out, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Anything for you.” Hand in hand, you walk through the entrance, the vibrant energy of the carnival washing over you. The smell of cotton candy and popcorn fills the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and music. You feel like a kid again, the world around you bursting with colour and excitement.

You stop at a game booth, eyeing the prizes with a gleam of determination. “Think you can win me one of those?” you tease, pointing at a stuffed bear. Simon chuckles, stepping up to the challenge. “Watch and learn.” To your delight, he manages to win the bear on his first try, presenting it to you with a proud smile, “for the lady.” You laugh, accepting the bear and kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you, my hero.” The two of you spend hours exploring the carnival, riding the rides, playing games, and indulging in all the treats. Simon’s hand never leaves yours, his touch a constant reminder of his love and care. Every time you catch his eye, he’s smiling, his happiness infectious.

At one point, you stop by a booth selling colourful balloons. Simon insists on buying you one, choosing a bright red balloon that contrasts beautifully with the evening sky. You carry it with you, its string tied to your wrist, feeling a giddy sense of joy every time it bobs in the air. As the night falls and the stars begin to twinkle in the sky, you find yourselves at the Ferris wheel. Simon buys your tickets, leading you to the gondola. You settle in, the seat rocking gently as the wheel begins to turn. The higher you go, the more breathtaking the view becomes, the carnival lights sparkling below like a sea of stars.

At the top, the Ferris wheel pauses, leaving you suspended in a moment of perfect stillness. You turn to Simon, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. “This is amazing,” you whisper. He smiles, his eyes soft and full of affection, “I’m glad you think so. I wanted today to be special for you.” You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s perfect, Simon. Thank you.” He wraps an arm around you, holding you close. “Happy birthday, Y/N,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair.

Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time they’re tears of pure joy. “This is all I ever wanted,” you confess, your voice trembling with emotion. “To feel free and happy, just like when I was a kid.” Simon tilts your chin up, his eyes locking with yours. “You deserve all the happiness in the world, lovie. And I’ll do everything I can to make sure you have it.” You kiss him then, pouring all your love and gratitude into the embrace. The world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you, suspended in your little universe. When you finally pull back, you’re both smiling, the connection between you stronger than ever.

As the Ferris wheel resumes its gentle rotation, you snuggle closer to Simon, basking in the warmth of his love. You watch the world go by below, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that you haven’t felt in a long time.

The ride ends all too soon, but the magic of the evening lingers. You walk hand in hand back to the car, your heart full to bursting. Simon opens the door for you, helping you in before climbing in himself. The drive home is quiet, and both of you are lost in your thoughts. When you finally pull into the driveway, you turn to Simon, your heart overflowing with love. “Thank you for today,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “It was perfect.”

He reaches over, taking your hand in his. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Y/N. You deserve it.” You lean over, kissing him softly. “I love you, Simon.” He smiles, his eyes shining with affection. “I love you too, lovie. More than you’ll ever know.” With that, you head inside, ready to end the perfect day in the arms of the man you love. As you fall asleep that night, you can’t help but think about how lucky you are to have someone like Simon in your life. Someone who listens, who cares, and who loves you with all his heart.

The next morning, you wake up feeling light and joyful. Simon is already awake, propped up on one elbow as he watches you with a tender smile. "Good morning, birthday girl. How does it feel to be a year older?" You stretch and yawn, a grin spreading across your face. "It feels wonderful, especially after yesterday. Thank you for making it so special."

"Anything for you, lovie," he says, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss. "How about we continue the celebration with a special breakfast?"

You sit up, your curiosity piqued. "Special breakfast?" He nods, his eyes twinkling. "Pancakes with all your favourite toppings." You follow him to the kitchen, where he prepares a stack of fluffy pancakes, topping them with fresh berries, whipped cream, and a drizzle of maple syrup. You can't help but laugh at the sight. "You're spoiling me, Simon."

"That's the plan," he says with a wink. As you sit down to eat, you take a moment to reflect on everything Simon has done for you. His love and thoughtfulness have made your birthday unforgettable, and you feel a deep sense of gratitude. After breakfast, you decide to go for a walk in the nearby park. The sun is shining, and the air is crisp and fresh. Hand in hand, you stroll along the paths, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together. Simon stops suddenly, pulling you close. “You know, Y/N, yesterday made me realize how much I love seeing you happy. Your smile is the best thing in the world.”

You blush, leaning into him. “You make me so happy, Simon. Thank you for everything.”

He kisses you softly, his eyes full of love. “I’ll always do my best to make you happy, lovie. That’s a promise.”

You continue your walk, talking about everything and nothing, savouring the moments of peace and contentment. When you finally head back home, you know that this birthday will be one you’ll cherish forever. The rest of the day is spent in blissful relaxation, just the two of you enjoying each other’s company. As the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the room, Simon pulls you into his arms once more.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he whispers, his voice full of love and promise. “Here’s to many more.” You smile, feeling your heart swell with happiness. “Here’s to many more,” you echo, knowing that as long as you have Simon by your side, every day will be special.

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