#Happy birthday Curly dude!

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get those boys on the tulpar !!! (setting of the game mouthwashing)

bill and ted are on the tulpar!

[chibassy]

Happy Birthday!

[imtryingbuck]

Fifteen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 4,736

Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names. Bucky and y/n argue and that’s a warning in itself. Brock rumlow, Bucky being a bad friend. Swearing. Bullying.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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Like every morning she waited outside for Bucky, Steve and Sam to arrive so they could all walk to school together. Y/n was so excited when she found out that she was going to be going to school with her two friends, though she was a year below them.

Sam was the boys’ friend first and when he was introduced to Y/n he instantly became her friend, throwing his arm around her he winked at her causing the girl to blush. Bucky wasn’t happy.

Sighing she checked her watch, the same one Bucky had brought her for her birthday last year, they was late.

She didn’t want to be in trouble for being late so she decided to head off on her own, as she pulled her bag further up her shoulder she kept her head down whilst walking the streets.

“Y/n! Y/n slow down!” Sam’s booming voice came from behind her.

“I can’t I’m going to be late!” She shouted back to him.

“H-hold on, Jesus woman you’re making me run today aren’t you?”

Feeling his arms wrap themselves around her waist she comes to a halt. “Where’s Ducky?”

“Ah he, never mind. Steve hurry up!”

“Sam where is he? Is he ill? Oh god he is isn’t he?”

“No Sugar he’s not, he’s just not walking with us this morning”

“Hey Y/n/n” Steve panted as he pulls his friend into a hug.

“Hi Stevie where’s Ducky?”

“With Dot”

“Dude!” Sam scolded.

“Wh-who’s Dot?”

“His girlfriend” Steve admits rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry”

“H-he has a girlfriend? Oh”

She couldn’t understand why her heart hurt at hearing that.

“If it makes you feel any better, me and Sam don’t like her”

“I want to go to school now”

Throughout her lessons she couldn’t find it in herself to concentrate, he had a girlfriend and didn’t tell her - why didn’t he tell her? Was she pretty? Did she know who she was? Was they going to be friends still?

“-Y/n!”

“Huh? Sorry Sir”

“Class is over…go”

“Right sorry Sir, see you tomorrow”

Shoving all her things into her school bag she heads down to wait outside the cafeteria for the boys to show. Like that morning she checks her watch and sighing, they’re late.

Her stomach growled and giving up waiting for them to show she heads into the cafeteria when she comes to a stop.

They were already there, sat at the table that was unofficially reserved for the four of them.

Her eyes watered at seeing a brunette sat in her place, next to her Ducky. She watched as he threw his arm around her and pulled her into him just like he always did to her. She watched as Sam and Steve laugh about something the girl said.

“Ow, I’m sorry” she stutters out after she’s pushed over.

“Move out of the way freak” Brock. The schools bully. Or as Y/n called him behind his back ‘Brock the rock’ no it wasn’t a compliment at his muscles but an insult, Brock rhymed with rock and rocks where dumb just like Brock.

“I-I’m sorry” she stutters as she tries to move out of the way.

“Aw you going to cry you little freak?” He says loudly catching everyone’s attention.

“N-no-“

“I think she is Brock” laughed Jack, another bully who followed Brock wherever he went.

“The little freak is going to cry!” Brock boomed causing her to flinch.

He takes it one step further by pushing her in to Jack who then shoves her away violently back to Brock, back and forth she was pushed between the two.

Y/n’s frantic eyes met Bucky’s who had been watching the whole thing along with everyone else. She nearly burst out crying when all he did was look down.

“Looks like your little boyfriend isn’t coming to the rescue this time freak” Brock whispers as he clutches her shirt tightly in his grip just before pushing her roughly onto the ground.

She waits until Brock and his lackeys leave before standing up, looking up towards the table she’s normally sat at with her friends her heart breaks when she sees the back of Bucky’s head and Steve and Sam looking down at their food.

Running out of the cafeteria she runs to the bathroom where she locks herself away until the loud shrill of the bell goes off.

Throughout the day she was glad she didn’t see any of the boys or Brock and Jack as she moved from one class to the next. Stuck in her own mind she couldn’t understand why neither one of her friends stuck up for her like they’ve done before whenever Brock was acting tough now that Tony had left school.

Were they my friends now? Why didn’t Bucky tell me he had a girlfriend? Why didn’t Steve and Sam stick up for me?

They were some of the many questions that swirled around her head as her last teacher Mr Levinson droned on.

When the bell rang throughout the school she took her time in packing her things, waiting for everyone to leave.

“Y/n?”

“Yes sir?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes sir, why?”

“Well you’re normally the first one out of the class” he chuckles.

“Oh. No everything’s okay sir” she smiled up at him as she brought the strap of her bag up her arm.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow remember you’ve got me for two periods”

“I know sir, I’ll see you tomorrow” waving bye to her favourite teacher she walks out of the class, slowly walking to the entrance. Like Mr Levinson said she was normally the first one out of class, and normally she was running through the halls to wait outside for the boys to arrive so they could head to the sweet shop on the corner of Main Street but today she was in no rush, no rush in seeing the spot she always waited at to being empty.

As she stepped out of the doors she felt stupid for hoping that they would have waited for her, they hadn’t.

As she walked past the sweet shop she heard Sam’s loud laughter filter through the gap in the door, her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she saw Sam, Steve and Bucky all laughing in the store, she swore her heart broke when she saw Bucky grab ahold of the brunettes hand from lunch and pulling her to place his lips to hers. Y/n brought her fingers to her lips softly touching them wondering how the girl in the store felt kissing Bucky.

Shaking her head and wiping her tears she walks off before any of them sees her.

“Hello angel-angel what’s wrong?” Howard asks when she walks in and straight pass him without saying hello or telling him how her day went, or better yet without her handing him her packet full to the brim of sweets so he could pick one - or if she was letting him feel cheeky two - out.

“Nothing dad I’m going to do my homework”

“Angel come here, or don’t I’ll just follow you” he mutters following her upstairs and into her room.

“Dad, please I just want to do my homework and go to sleep”

“Not until you tell me what’s happened? You’re not normally back yet, is Lloyds closed?”

“No. I-I just really need to get this homework done”

“Where’s the boys?”

“I-dad please”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on? You seem to forget angel I know you and I know something is wrong, so spill”

“Duc-Bucky has a girlfriend…”

“Oh…oh. I’m sorry angel”

“It’s okay, I just don’t have any friends anymore” she shrugs, looking at the photograph she had hanging up on her wall. Her, Bucky, Sam and Steve standing in front of the stall at the fair ground, Bucky’s arm wrapped around her waist as her hand was on his chest. All four of them smiling widely at the camera as Maria takes the photo.

“Of course you’ll still have friends angel, the boys will still be your friends”

“No they won’t. Steve and Sam were friends with Bucky before they were my friends”

“Bucky’s still you friend darling just because he has a girlfriend doesn’t mean shit-don’t tell your mother I just swore in front of you”

“I won’t” she giggles.

“Is there anything else you’re not telling me?”

She hadn’t found the courage to tell her parents about the bullying or how bad it was, knowing how they would react she didn’t want to make it any worse than it already was.

“No dad everything’s okay I promise”

“Okay…well tomorrow is Friday and you know what that means don’t you? That’ll prove that the boys are still your friends”

Shortly after Howard leaves so she could start her homework. Not that she does it.

Friday, tomorrow is Friday. Every weekend her, Steve and Sam heads to Bucky’s house for a sleepover. Was she still invited? Was Bucky’s girlfriend going to be there?

Her head pounded and her eyes stung so she climbed into bed falling asleep as her stomach growled in hunger it only then occurred to her that she hadn’t ate anything since breakfast, it didn’t stop her from falling into a restless sleep.

The next morning she moved along with the motions. Getting dressed, brushing her hair and teeth, eating breakfast, she puts her shoes on pressing a kiss to her parents their cheeks she says her goodbyes.

She hesitates outside whether she should wait for the boys to show or not she finally forces her legs to move, she wasn’t going to be waiting on them. Not anymore.

“Oi freak!” Brock shouted as he walks across the road to where she was, she carried on walking keeping her head down.

“Freak don’t ignore him” Jack says.

She felt hands on her back before she was shoved down on to the ground scraping her hands and her knees. “W-what do you want?”

“Your lunch”

“No”

“What?” Don’t ask her Brock she’s just as shocked as you at her sticking up for herself.

“I said no, are you deaf?” Shut up shut up shut up her brain screams at her.

“Funny, don’t worry freak you’re going to regret this” Brock says before picking her bag up and throwing it over a fence.

Watching the pair walk off she stands up and looks down at her knees, great they’re bleeding. Opening the gate she walks over to the door and knocks, waiting patiently she waits for the owner to open up.

“Hello?”

“Hi Sir, my bag got thrown over your fence could I please get it?”

“Sure…”

“It’s over that fence” she points at the wooden fence that leads to the backyard she assumes.

“Oh, yeah sure hold on I’ll get the key” he walks back inside and returns quickly with the key “are you okay?”

“Yes Sir, are you?”

“I’m fine but I’m talking about your knees and hands, they’re bleeding”.

“Bullies Sir”

“Oh, nasty little parasites aren’t they?”

“Yes Sir” she giggles “thank you Sir” she says as he hands over her bag back to her.

“You’re welcome and hey listen don’t let them get to you okay? It will get better soon I can promise you that”

“H-how do you know?”

“I was bullied when I was at school but here I am owning a business that continues to grow even long after I’ve retired” he smiles softly.

“Wow, I-I don’t know why they pick on me I’ve never done anything wrong to them”

“Because they see the potential in you and they are scared because they haven’t gotten any so they spend their time and energy trying to bring you down”

“Oh, well I wish they would stop”

“They will you just have to wait them out”

“Thank you Sir, I best get going I’m…crap I’m late”

“Go go, and call me Stan”

“Y/n, bye Mr Stan”

“Well it’s actually Mr Lee but go your late” the older man chuckles.

“I’m going I’m going” she laughs waving at him.

Practically running to school she runs to her class “I’m sorry Miss” 

“It’s okay Y/n just make sure it doesn’t happen again”

“It won’t Miss I promise”

Ms Ford was an older teacher who taught maths whether it’s because of her age or because of how long she had been teaching for she simply didn’t care if you was late or not, as long as you didn’t cause any trouble then it was fine.

When the bell rang signalling for it to be lunch she slowly moved towards the bathroom so she could eat, on her way there she saw two of Brock’s friends walking towards her before she had a chance to do anything they grabbed her arms and dragged her backwards, leading her into the cafeteria.

No one blinks an eye or tries to help her out.

She’s shoved onto her knees in front of Brock, she shifts and in the corner of her eye she sees Bucky, Steve and Sam all staring.

“This little freak had the balls to talk back to me this morning and well I can’t let that happen” he told everyone. “Stand the freak up”

She’s roughly pulled up by her arms “did you all know that her dad killed her mom? Or that this little freak was in an orphanage?” He laughs.

“Shut up Brock” she says, mentally slapping herself for talking back.

“Ooh the freak speaks once again. Hey Bucky doesn’t this dog belong to you?” She’s spun around so she has no choice but to look at him, who once again just stares down.

“No? Not going to say anything? Wow some friend you are” Brock chuckles. “Hey guys want to see what she’s hiding under her shirt? My mom was a nurse who had to touch this freak”

Y/n’s eyes widen and she starts to struggle against the hold that the two boys had on her arms. “No no no Brock I’m sorry I’m sorry you don’t have to do this! I’m sorry”

Ignoring her pleads he just smirks at her “hold her steady boys”

“Brock stop!” Steve says shakily from the table.

“Shut up or your next. Stop struggling freak”

“Please s-stop! Please-D-Ducky help! No no no no no please no” she screams out as Brock rips her shirt off leaving her scarred back exposed to nearly the whole school.

“Disgusting isn’t it?” Brock laughs.

The murmurs and laughters are drowned out by the roaring of blood filling her ears, the moment she’s dropped to the ground she wraps her hands over her chest and runs out of the cafeteria and out of the school. Her vision was blurred as she ran faster than she’s ever ran before.

“Y/n-oh my lord, come here darling” an older voice says that she recognised from earlier.

“M-m-Mr Stan”

“I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to put my coat around you okay?” As soon as the material was around her she collapsed into his arms.

“Darling le-let’s get you into the car and I’ll take you home okay?”

Everything moves in a blur, she doesn’t even realise that Mr Stan pulls up to her house or that he’s knocking on the door talking to her father or that her father comes rushing out of the house.

“Angel, angel come here”

“D-Dada” she cries clinging to him.

Howard lifts her out of the car and takes her into the house calling out for Maria who comes out of the kitchen. He takes her upstairs to her room where he lays her gently on the bed his heart breaking at the way she still clings on to him.

Leaving Maria to help Y/n get dressed and clean her injuries up he heads down the stairs to where Stan was still waiting.

“Come with me Stan” leading the older man into his office “what happened?”

“I met her this morning when she knocked on my door a bully had thrown her bag over my fence, we spoke a little before she left for school”

“A bully? Y/n’s being bullied?”

“So she says Sir”

“Howard, you know this Stan. Anyway carry on”

“Well I was driving home when she ran out into the road clutching…covering her chest. Her top half was naked. I got out and put my coat around her and brought her home”

“D-Did she say anything?”

“No, she just cried”

“Thank you for bringing her home Stan, here here’s some money” Howard pulls out a huge wad of money from the draw of his desk.

“Howard, I don’t want your money son. She’s a sweet girl who doesn’t deserve half of the shit she’s gone through”

“Yo-you know?”

“Well…yes. She was in the newspapers. Just make sure she’s okay for me, I’ll see myself out goodbye Howard”

“Y/n, angel please talk to us” Howard pleads as he sits next to Maria on Y/ns bed.

“I-it doesn’t matter”

“Of course it does sweetie, we need to deal with this” Maria speaks softly.

“I’m a freak! My back is disgusting. I-I should of died when my real dad tried to kill me”

Taken back by her confession Maria clutches her chest with shaky hands, Howard stutters trying to find the right words.

“A-Angel you don’t mean that”

“I do. I’m tired of being bullied, I’ve tried dad to make friends I have I swear but nobody wants to be friends with a freak. I don’t get why they call me names or steal my lunch or push me into things. I hate going to school. I hate Sam. I hate Steve. An-and I hate James. I hate my life, I wish I was dead” a shuddering breath leaves her lips as her whole body trembles.

She didn’t mean to tell them about the bullying or about how she hated her friends because even though they didn’t talk to her or stick up for her she didn’t hate them, they were her only friends.

She definitely didn’t mean to tell them how she wished she was dead.

“Y/n Stark you take that back!” Maria scolds.

“No! And let’s be honest mom the only reason you two adopted me was out of pity and because George probably asked you too just so James could keep me around” her voice raised and shook, mentally scolding herself for saying that because now she had to sit there and watch as the tears gathered in her mommas eyes.

“Is-is that what you really think?”

“It wasn’t pity that we felt when we adopted you Y/n, it was because I genuinely believed that you had a very special place in our family and I still believe that even after all these years. George never asked us to take you in.” Howard speaks.

“I-I-oh momma I’m so sorry! Dada I swear I didn’t mean it” she cries her eyes bouncing from one parent to the next.

“Angel, it’s okay. Oh sweetheart come here” Howard opens his arms waiting for his daughter to climb into them, rubbing his hand up and down her back not flinching or feeling disgusted when he feels the scars under her shirt.

“I’m sorry” she repeats over and over.

“Sweetheart we love you and just because you’re not biologically ours doesn’t make a difference, you are our daughter through and through” Maria says softly wiping the tears that fall onto her cheeks.

“I-I don’t want to go to school anymore momma please don’t make me go back”

“We’ll talk about it later okay? Get some sleep and we’ll talk about everything” Maria promises watching as she nods and climbs back into bed. 

A few hours later after Maria had managed to calm down Howard who was quite literally on a war path there was a knock on the door, Maria walked over to the door opening it she saw Sam and Steve standing there with sheepish looks on their faces.

“What are you two doing here?”

“W-we want to see Y/n, is-is she okay?”

“She is now. Where is James?”

“With Dot…”

“Charming. I don’t think Y/n will want to see you tonight, please leave”

“Miss Maria we’re really sorry, please tell Y/n that.”

“I will do. Goodbye boys”

Watching as the boys walk away with their tails in between their legs she shakes her head, she hates turning them away but when it comes to her daughter she’ll do everything to protect her, even if it’s from her friends.

The next day Y/n woke with a pounding headache, the memories of what she had said to her parents made her stomach hurt. She hated herself for making her mom cry, seeing the hurt flash in her parents eyes made her want to burst out crying.

She never wanted her parents to find out that she was being bullied afraid it made her look weak, made her look like she needed them to save her again. She wanted to be strong just like Tony, be the social butterfly just like her brother instead of being social outcast that she was. 

Y/n had tried to fit in she really did, she tried to be someone that she wasn’t. She found it hard to be around the other girls who were interested in make up, the latest fashion and boys, none of them things she cared about.

Okay maybe she was interested in boys she noticed them obviously, especially one in particular. Bucky.

But sadly that didn’t matter anymore, not now that he had a girlfriend.

Y/n preferred the simpler things that life had to offer, she never cared for all pretty dresses her mom would get her or all of the expensive things her dad would give her. She preferred getting mud all over her, climbing trees, talking to the animals she encountered. Her hair was always messy and nine out of ten times her hair would have leaves tangled in it. Her clothes would have grass stains on them from where she would either roll around in the grass or from where she would kneel down getting closer to the insects she came upon.

She never truly understood why the other kids called her a freak, maybe she was but that didn’t matter right? She had a heart and feelings and she was just the same as everyone else.

“Angel, James is here to see you” Howard knocks on her bedroom door pulling her out of her trance.

Might as well as get this over and done with.

“Let him in dad”

“I’m just downstairs if you need me angel”

“Okay”

She sits up so she’s leaning against the headboard, twisting her ring that her dad had gotten her when she had gotten an A on a test. She watches as the door handle goes down a little bit and the door comes open revealing her Ducky.

“Hi Bun-Y/n” he says shyly as he shuffles in to the room, his eyes roaming everywhere other than on her.

“Hi”

“H-how are you feeling?”

“You’re joking right?” She scoffs.

“I-I’m sorry about yesterday, I should of done something to stop Brock”

“But you didn’t and I was humiliated in front of the whole entire school.”

“I know. Y-you didn’t come to mine last night and when I found out that Sam and Steve was turned away by your mom I kind of gotten worried”

“You expected me to show up after none of you said anything to stop Brock? After you didn’t wait for me at lunch or how you and the boys went to Lloyds without me?”

Rubbing the back of his neck he shifted on the spot “well yeah, we’re friends Bu-Y/n”

“You can’t even say the name you gave me when you was seven. Why is that?”

“Dot doesn’t like it”

“Dot being your girlfriend?”

“Yeah…”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had one?”

“Be-because I didn’t want you to get jealous”

“You thought I would get jealous?”

“Well yeah, you are aren’t you?”

“Give me a second, just wait there” she says as she stands up on shaky legs, moving around him she heads downstairs to the living room where her parents sat “momma, dada can I please swear? I won’t do it again I promise”

“Of course princess” Howard grins before Maria could say anything.

She runs back upstairs and walks around Bucky who still stands there. “Are you fucking out of your mind? You honestly thought I was jealous? I would have been happy for you!”

“Did you just ask your parents if you could swear?” Bucky grins finding it amusing.

“Don’t grin at me Ducky, I swear to God I will hit you!”

“You can’t call me that anymore Y/n, Dot hates it especially after you called it me yesterday”

“Fuck Dot! I’ve been your friend since I was six years old Ducky! You want me to be different with you now that you have a girlfriend?”

“Bunny-shit Y/n. Please just stop calling me it okay it’s embarrassing, we’re to old now to keep calling each other them silly nicknames”

“I-we-what? Duc-“

“Y/n.”

“Fine. James are you really going to be choosing her someone you’ve been dating for all of five minutes over me? Someone you’ve know for years?”

“Yes.”

“W-what?”

“I’m choosing her over you.”

“A-are we no longer friends?”

“Will you grow up and stop acting like a freak?” He says instantly slamming his mouth shut, regret seeping into his veins when he sees her the pain flash across her eyes.

“What did you just call me?”

“I-I didn’t mean it-“

“What did you just call me James”

“Bun-“

“I’m not going to fucking ask again James!”

“A freak” he gulps.

“Fuck you. Get the fuck out of my house and out of my fucking life!”

“Bun-“

“You’re not allowed to call me that anymore, remember? Your bitch of a girlfriend won’t like it oh and we’re not fucking friends anymore! Now leave!”

“Don’t call Dot a-“

“She’s a bitch. A big fat stinking bitch! And guess what James, so are you.”

“Brock’s right, you are a freak. A freak with no friends. And guess what Y/n, I never wanted to be your friend I just felt sorry for you. Your father beat you and killed your mother so of course I felt sorry for you, did you really think I wanted to be friends with you? News flash I didn’t!” He shouts, once he calmed down from his outburst he struggles to breathe “Y/n I’m-I’m sor-“

“I hate you. If you don’t leave right now I’ll get my dad up here, I’m not joking James. Get out I hate you so much I can’t believe I actually thought I loved you. Now fuck off.”

“I-I’m sorry”

“Shove your sorry up your arse and fuck right off bye bye”

She turns her back on him and waiting until she heard him leave, she had always thought that he became her friend because he felt sorry for her but she didn’t want to believe it, now she knew the truth she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Hearing the front door shut she burst out crying, she fell to her knees clutching her chest. She felt her heart had been ripped out of her chest and stomped on a million times.

“Oh my sweet baby, it’s okay I’ve got you” Maria hold her daughter as she breaks down.

“M-Momma it hurts”

“I know it does sweetheart. Let it all out baby”

“I-I don’t want to be here anymore momma”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to go to a private school like you and dada said befo-before I went to school with them”

Maria looks over at Howard who stands at the doorway with his jaw clenched so tightly that Maria thought he was going to shatter his teeth.

“Are you sure angel?”

“Yes I’m sure dada, please I won’t ask for anything else ever again!”

“I’ll set it up angel”

Bucky had no idea that when he woke up that morning that he was going to lose his best friend but he only had himself to blame.

He had lost the most important person in his life all because he fucked up.

He had said the most vilest things to her which was not in any way true.

He had lost his Bunny.

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[dykedvonte]

No cause it's actually so funny that because Curly doesn't like sweets.

His friends (including Jimmy) were like "damn he wont like a normal cake what do we do?" and remembered he likes to work out so they went to like the Walmart health section and just threw protein powered in with the least sweet cake mix and were like "Dude... we fucking did it!!!"

Happy Birthday!!!

Like it makes the firing party scene a little bit sadder cause he chose his birthday of all days in that week to break the news. His friend berates him and tries to get everyone against him. He has to make his own cake due to protocols and even then he's just picking at the slice because it's not something he cares for. Not that he'd have an appetite for it anyway. Everyone is mostly silent and all he's can do and stare at this cake and think of what else could go wrong...

Happy Birthday indeed.

[ye4gerism]

hiii😊 I kinda have a few questions about curly’s mom Ngl and maybe his dad. I think my first question for his mom though is….is she racist or just a toxic boy mom or both. I also kinda wonder like what makes her like jimmy so much. Then about his dad. Ik we don’t really know much about him but I just wanted to know like does he likes us at all or more than the mom. I also kinda want to understand curly and his mom’s dynamic. Like when it comes to the toxic boy mom is she trying to see the husband she wants in curly. Because it kinda just came to point where is like these weird boy moms are kinda grooming or being weird with their son. Or is it more of just she’s jealous like jimmy but they aren’t jealous in the same way. I guys my class question is just why did curly’s mom and dad and how did curly take it. Also sorry if this is a lot😭 happy holidays 🎄

author’s note hi! thank you for your ask. this is a long post and i don’t want to clog up the feed. so click ‘keep reading’ to keep reading lol.

content good luck captain

ok so, here’s the long answer to your first question 😭 as you’ve probably noticed i am a black writer and make it my purpose to write for readers who look like me. the mouthwashing fandom is still so new and i haven’t really seen any black reader stories for curly (or really anyone) except for @grimmsbride who i’ve seen writing for curly and daisuke (check them out!).

because i still want an audience to cater to (and i don’t know what demographic i’m actually pulling from my fics), i would say yes and yes to your question about curly’s mom in good luck, captain. i could definitely see her being prejudice to reader if they’re poc and is most definitely a toxic boy mom. whatever the case is for you, she’ll never really see you as the best fit for her son.

as for jimmy, i’ve mentioned he grew up with curly in happy birthday, jolene. she just sees him as another son just based on shared history and proximity. he’s family.

i haven’t thought much about curly’s dad and just now realized i probably should have included him and his reaction to the tuplar crash in best wishes, curly. i feel that curly really favors his father and i hinted in dream of fish that his mom doesn’t really like that. as it’s been previously mentioned, he lives in australia and had most of the custody over curly. i imagine him as a really chill dude who’s really really funny and charming and likes to explore. he’d probably get remarried to someone who shares his humor and sense of adventure. when reader and curly are dating, she’s only spoken to mr. curly a few times over facetime or skype. but he likes you and accepts you as his son loves you tons. he let curly propose to you in his home.

i would say that during the events of best wishes, curly, he didn’t come visit you in person as it was hard for him to handle the loss of his son but he did call from time to time. even when curly came back, it was still tough for him to see his son but he still maintains a relationship with him.

curly respects his mom but there is a limit to their relationship. he did go to school in australia and came to stay with her on breaks - he didn’t get to see her all the time and as he grew, he tries to maintain a healthy and balanced relationship with her. he got closer to her when he decided to go to college in the united states and she really takes advantage of their proximity. i wouldn’t say she’s grooming him. she left a marriage that she felt wasn’t perfect and would lonve to be involved in curly’s decisions when it comes to who he’s in love with. sometimes she’ll suggest the daughters of her friends from work or church bc she thinks they’ll fit in her idea of what curly’s family and future should look like.

over time, i feel that she would be jealous of reader bc she got the family that mrs. former curly wanted.

mr. curly and mrs. former curly just fell out of their rhythm. they were high school sweethearts and had the perfect white picket fence life and it just didn’t work out one day. after countless arguments, curly’s dad decided to file for divorce and mrs. former curly signed them in a heartbeat. obvs curly was confused and heart broken as his parents did a good job hiding their issues and he couldn’t fathom why they would separate. having to go back and forth between continents was stressful at first but it became a routine for him.

and no worries about the length of your ask. i appreciate your interest in good luck, captain! happy holidays to you too!

[whoisalastair]

Birthdays, Holidays, and Surprises // J. Hughes

Wherein Jack’s girlfriend celebrates both Mother’s Day for Mrs. Hughes, Jack’s 22nd birthday, and Jack is given a very special announcement.

(obviously had to include Queen Ellen on her special day <3 -Alastair)

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“Really, Y/n?” Jack groaned, trying to hide his smile as I revealed my master plan.

“Really, Jack,” I grinned. “Your mom will love it.” He chuckled and wrapped an arm around me, gently tugging me closer to him in bed. We were visiting the Hughes residence in Michigan for the weekend, and there wasn’t another room for me to stay in but Jack’s.

“She’s your mom too, basically,” Jack huffed, snuggling into my neck as I flushed red. I never really referred to Mrs. Hughes as anything but that, even though she told me I could call her Ellen.

“How so, J?” He peeked up from the crook of my neck to answer, his brown eyes doe-like in the sunny morning light.

“Well, when I marry you, you’ll be a Hughes and then she’ll really be your mom.” Squeaking in surprise, I tried to cover how emotional the explanation made me with a sarcastic retort.

“When you marry me? That’s assuming I say yes.” He smirked and kissed me delicately, his sleepy grip on me softening.

“Gross! Jack, you promised that you wouldn’t do PDA,” Luke complained from the door, which I sadly didn’t know had been open. Jack smiled into the kiss and then looked at Luke with the same smile.

“It’s not PDA if it’s in my room, dude.” Luke wrinkled his nose in distaste and probably considered leaving.

“Well, dad says breakfast is ready.” I grinned at that, hopping out of bed before I realized I only wore Jack’s shirt and blushed. Jack snorted as I crawled back under the covers, Luke’s face crimson as he turned around.

“Sorry moosey,” I called out, him giving a thumbs up in return without turning around as he left. Jack rolled out of bed and quickly put on shorts, his patterned boxers hidden by khakis. I giggled and put on a sundress, kissing his cheek as we went downstairs. We were greeted with the smell of freshly cooked pancakes, eggs, and other delicious foods.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” I exclaimed as Mrs. Hughes wrapped me in a loving hug.

“You too, dear,” she whispered, making me glance over at Jack to make sure he didn’t hear. Only Mrs. Hughes knew about my pregnancy, call it mother’s intuition that she guessed it. Luckily, Jack and Quinn were too busy shoving each other to get food before the other to notice.

“Jack Rowden Hughes, let Quinner go first,” I scolded teasingly, rolling my eyes for effect. He pouted but listened, Quinn sending me a thankful look. I got in line for food behind Luke, his curly hair wild in the morning.

“So, boys, where’s my Mother’s Day hugs?” Mrs. Hughes teased, the boys immediately setting down their plates to give her a group hug. I smiled a little, suddenly thinking of a new plan.

“Boys, give me a Mother’s Day hug too,” I smirked, as Luke was the first to turn around and barrel over to me with no questions asked. Quinn looked at me for a moment wide-eyed, sighed, and then walked over to hug me smiling.

“But babe, you’re not a mother,” Jack said, standing there all confused. I sighed and looked at Mrs. Hughes, who also sighed and ruffled her middle son’s hair.

“I will be in late August.” Jack froze, and for a moment I worried that he had stopped breathing. Finally I noticed that his eyes had started to tear up and he lurched towards me, dropping to his knees to inspect my stomach. I watched as he peppered it with kisses, the tears starting to drip down his face onto the tile floor.

“Best fuckin’ birthday present ever.”

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[crossyourheartspreparetodie]

Hey hey hey! It's my birthday soon if you can surprise me with a homely scenario with my favorite crackheads Allen, Nea and Tyki. Don't get me involved tho I'm only an observer 😁😁

Alright, so I'm not sure if I made it in time or not but Happy 24th birthday, belated or otherwise. I will apologize ahead of time for some things, it's been about three months since I last have written anything so thanks for the request. It made me realize how much I missed writing. Another note, there is some mention of Lavi x Tyki since for whatever reason that ship is burned into my brain lately? (Maybe it's a sign telling me I need to finally update my Lavi x Tyki fic? I dunno). I apologize if it seems rushed but I will be working and MIA for the next five days so I really wanted to get this done while I had time, so I hope it doesn't suck too hard ^^".

Also for anyone else wanting to read this fic there are Nea x Allen undertones. They're both teens in this and I don't know about your experiences with teenagers, but they make a lot of dirty jokes so expect that. Also they bully each other quite a bit in this fic but I think it fits their dynamic well! And of course, since this is a Cross blog, I have to add Cross somewhere in this, so he'll make an appearance as well.

Once again, Happy bday, I hope you had a lot of awesome food and cake and that it was a relaxing day!

"Dude, why the fuck does one of your dad's recipe books have the word orgasm in it?" asked a particularly tall and dark, curly-haired individual helping himself to whatever was in Cross's kitchen. One of these things was raiding his coffee supply so he could look after the two young troublemakers currently fighting over what flavor of cake they were making.

                "Ooo, no way, seriously!?" the more diabolical of the two (cough cough Nea) chirped before making his way over to peer over Tyki's shoulder, his eyes alight with mischief. Upon glancing at the book, his golden eyes narrowed in irritation, and he snatched the book out of Tyki's hand.

"You dumb ass, that's oregano! Not to mention you've been holding it upside down," Nea snapped, thumping Tyki on the head with said book and tossing it aside. Then he turned onto his heel towards Allen, continuing the argument they'd been having. "As I was saying, we're making chocolate because it's as dark as my soul!"

"No way, edge lord. Chocolate is disgusting. Besides, you're in my house, so I get to decide what kind we make," Allen said with an annoyed pout as he gathered up a bowl and flour.

"Your house? Last time I checked, this was Cross's house, you moocher," Nea shot back as he went to the fridge to grab milk and eggs.

"Oi, I'm 16, asshole, and I have the means to pay my way. Speaking of Cross, if you don't quiet down, he's gonna find out what we're doing, and he'll kill me. He still hasn't forgiven me for the boiling water incident," Allen hissed.

"Dude, that was so fucking funny; I still don't know how you managed to set a boiling pot of water on fire," Nea laughed as he placed the ingredients down on the table next to Allen before rummaging through cabinets to find sugar.

Tyki choked on his cup of stolen coffee at that. "Wait, what!? Are you sure having him in here is a good idea? Actually, should either of you be doing this?"

"Why the fuck do you care, Tyki? It's not your kitchen," Nea reasoned, raising his eyebrow at his cousin.

"Ah, right," Tyki hummed as he took out his lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

"Dude, are you high!? Put those away! You can't smoke in here!" Allen snapped, making a lunge for Tyki's cigarettes.

Tyki, unphased, simply raised said items above his head, blinking in mild surprise at Allen's outburst, "Why? What's the problem? I thought your old man smoked."

"He does, but he doesn't smoke that kind. He says those are for curly-haired fuckboy homewreckers." Allen huffed, trying to reach Tyki's smokes in vain.

"Ouch, it looks like someone is still pissed off about his older son's dating preferences. It's been like two months already; when is he gonna get over it?" Tyki commented with an eye roll.

"Hey, he's not the only one! You ever think of breaking Lavi's heart, and I'll cut out yours, including your most favorite part of your body," Allen threatened, making a pointed look down south before returning to Nea's side to begin putting ingredients into the bowl.

"You're just gonna stand there and let him threaten me like that?" Tyki asked, pocketing his smokes anyway.

"Yeah, cuz I think it's funny. Besides, you totally don't deserve anyone like Lavi. What he sees in you is beyond my comprehension," Nea said with an innocent smile, pausing momentarily to smack Allen's hand, who was trying to sneak a taste of a cake batter.

"Ow, you bitch!" Allen squeaked, rubbing his hand with a pout.

"Don't you put your grubby little commoner paws in the batter? The hell is wrong with you!?"

Allen gasped and touched his chest in mock hurt, "A grubby commoner!? I welcome you into my COMMONER home, let you use my COMMONER cooking utensils and ingredients, and this is the thanks I get!?"

"Ah, you're right; Cross would be the grubby commoner who thinks he is high class while you are the dirty little street rat he let crawl into his home. My bad," Nea purred before patting Allen's face endearingly.

"You're an entitled, snake-eyed prick," Allen huffed back before flicking Nea's forehead, who tried to grab Allen's hand and bite it.

"Mind telling me why you two are such good friends again?" Tyki asked, filling his coffee cup for the third time since getting here and wishing it was alcohol. He was way too sober to be babysitting these two morons right now.

"Belittling each other mercilessly is our love language- Ow Nea, your teeth are sharp!" Allen responded, trying to kick Nea in the shin.

"Ewgh, commoner blood. It tastes like depression and existential dread," Nea gagged, finally pulling away.

"Dude, you made me bleed!"

"Yeah, yeah, just don't get it in the cake," Nea said, waving him off as he began to crack some eggs.

"You know, for being scared about your old man waking up, you two are sure taking your sweet ass time getting the cake done."

"Well, jee, maybe we'd go a little faster if a certain hobo stopped drinking the entire coffee supply and helped out instead of making bitchy little comments," Allen growled, eyeing Tyki's cup in annoyance, "How many fucking cups is that? Do you know how expensive coffee is?"

"What do you even need help with?" Tyki asked, almost immediately regretting his decision when he saw Allen's face split into a mischievous smirk. He watched the teen turn on his heel and dig through the array of plastic bags on the counter. There, he pulled out a pack of balloons and approached Tyki before holding up said item.

"I'm so glad you asked my favorite neighborhood dumpster fire. I know you're quite good at blowing things, so I figured these would be right up your alley!" Allen chirped.

"Ha, blow job joke!" Nea supplied, cursing to himself when an eggshell landed in the cake batter.

"Oh my god, you whore, how many are you putting in!? Those are expensive, too!" Allen whined, shoving the balloons at Tyki's chest before returning to Nea.

"I'm doing exactly as the recipe said; stop nagging me!"

"Kid, you're fucking delusional if you think I'm going to blow up all these balloons by myself," Tyki deadpanned.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you smoke like a train. Yeah, the last thing you probably want is to die on my kitchen floor. I wouldn't mind, though, because I would find it hilarious. Plus, I would probably make your body do something embarrassing like pick your nose before rigor mortis sets in," Allen laughed, returning to rummaging around in the plastic bags once again and producing a helium tank.

"Here you go," Allen chirped, setting the tank down next to Tyki with a sweet and serene smile as if he wasn't just talking about the morbid idea of Tyki dying.

"You wouldn't do that; Lavi would be devastated," Tyki shot back before he began to play with the tank to understand how it worked.

"When it comes to history and other random shit, Lavi is a beast, but when it comes to dating…" Allen trailed off.

"He's a delusional dumb bitch with the worst track record I have ever seen," Nea deadpanned.

"Thank you, Nea," Allen cooed, walking back over to watch Nea mix the ingredients together.

"Hey, you better watch it. One day, I might just end up being your brother-in-law," Tyki hummed with a teasing smirk as he began to fill up balloons.

"Yeah, sure, that'll be the day-Tim stop trying to EAT THE DAMN CURTAINS!?" Allen yelped, stomping to the window where a toothy, yellow golem was hanging precariously. Upon being spotted, the golem tried to chew the curtains even faster, much like a dog, knowing it was getting into something it knew it shouldn't. Allen snatched the poor thing up by its tail and growled a single command, "Drop it!"

With a pathetic, mechanical whimper, the golem spat out the curtain and hung from Allen's hand in defeat.

"But Father, he hungers," Nea teased.

"Hungers? Yeah, hungers to watch me get throttled by Cross's hands more like. Stay off the curtains; you're better than that," Allen scolded, shaking the golem in his hand until it swung back and forth and produced tiny tears from only God knows where.

"Stop it, you're gonna give him shaken baby syndrome," Nea giggled, quickly sticking the cake into the oven before poking at the pathetic little being that hung from Allen's grip.

"No, he must learn not to be a crackhead!" Allen growled, holding the golem at eye level and scrutinizing him. His eyes narrowed further as Tim wiggled his tiny nubs at his face, begging for forgiveness.

With a huff, Allen leaned forward to kiss the golem, "Fine, I forgive you. For now. Don't do it again."

"Now begone thot!" Allen declared, letting Tim's tail go and watching as the creature flew over to the table to see if there were any leftovers he could get into.

"Damn, that golem has more cake than any human I've ever seen," Nea commented, making a disgusted face as he watched Tim devour some eggshells.

"Don't comment on his butt cheeks. He gets self-conscious. Come, let's see how your hobo cousin is doing on the balloons!" Allen said before grabbing Nea's arm and marching towards Tyki.

While they waited for the cake to bake, the two joined Tyki and helped him blow up balloons. This should've made the older man happy because more people doing the task would have made it quicker to finish. Right? Wrong. Not with these two knuckleheads.

"Hey Allen, check this out," Nea said, an impish smirk plastered on his face as he took one of the balloons he was filling up and inhaled some of the helium.

"Hey Allen, do you think my voice sounds weird?" Nea asked, his voice sounding like a deranged chipmunk.

Allen's eyes widened comically at the drastic voice change. Ah, apparently, Tweedle Dee hadn't had much experience with helium before. Well, this should be interesting…

"What? Oh, don't tell me you've never played with helium before," Nea teased before breathing in some more and asking in a sultry voice, "Tell me, Allen, do you think my voice sounds sexy? You know you always wanted to bang a guy who sounded like a chipmunk, right? Ooh yes, harder, daddy~."

Tyki rolled his eyes as the two idiots began to cackle and say stupid, sexual things to each other. He decided to mind his own business and fill up another balloon. Ugh, teenagers.

"Mmm, yes, beg like the slut you are~" Allen cooed back after inhaling some of the helium from the balloon he held in his hands.

"Mmm fuck~"

"Aaah~"

"Ohhhh~"

"Will you two idiots knock it off? Your sex noises are annoying," Tyki snapped, holding the helium tank valve threateningly at the two teenagers who were cackling like hyenas on crack.

"Awhhh I think someone is jealous," Nea cooed as he reached for the helium valve.

"Yeah, Tyki, why don't you remove that giant stick up your ass and live a little," Allen egged on.

"I'm not jealous, and I don't have a giant stick up my ass; I just think you two suck at making sex noises," Tyki bitched, pulling the valve away with a warning look, "Boy, you're crazy if you think you're gonna huff this shit right out of the tank."

"Oh really? Well, why don't you show us how it's done, Mr. Casanova? I bet you sound like a wheezing grandpa in bed," Allen remarked with a shit-eating grin.

"Oh, come on, I don't smoke that much; I've done a pretty good job not touching my cigarettes so far, haven't I?"

 Nea sucked more helium from his balloon before saying in a psychotic, high-pitched tone, "Come on, Tyki, come play with us~."

"Come play with us, Tykiii~" Allen chimed in.

Tyki rolled his eyes but decided to comply if it would shut these two loonies up for a bit. Allen and Nea leaned forward, their eyes wide and curious about how Tyki would sound on helium.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you? Why don't you bend over and show me how much you want me," Tyki moaned, trying to make his voice sound husky and seductive, which would've been more effective had he not sounded like a demonic, perverted chipmunk.

Allen screamed in laughter, doubling over until he practically rolled on the floor in amusement, "Y-Y-You sound so s-stupid!"

"W-Wait, d-do it again; I-I wanna get it on camera to show Road!" Nea said through fits of laughter.

"No way, if Sheril found out, he'd implode! Actually…that wouldn't be a bad idea…at least with him out of the picture, I wouldn't have to listen to his constant bitching," Tyki mused before he loomed over the red-faced Allen. Feeling a desire to torture the brat a little more, he whispered, "Bite the pillow, Pinocchio. I'm going in dry."

Allen shrieked and tried to back away from Tyki in amused horror, "S-Stop it! M-My stomach hurts!"

"Mmm, disgusting perv," Nea hummed to himself before sniffing the air, "Ah, hey, is the cake burning?"

Allen, who was dying, suddenly turned serious as he whipped his head toward the oven, "Whoa, wait! What!? Ah fuck! Nea, I thought you were watching the time!"

"No, I thought you were watching the time."

"Oh, so neither of you was watching the time?"

"Shut up, Tyki, not now!" Allen yelped as he quickly grabbed an oven mitt and reached inside to pull out the cake pan. Nea peered over Allen's shoulder, eyeing the cake for any signs of black burned bits. "Whoops, false alarm. It looks done to me."

Allen slowly turned around to give Nea the nastiest, most fed-up look he could muster. Nea, in response, batted his eyes up at Allen and reached up to boop his nose before scurrying off to the table to begin making the icing.

As Allen plotted his friend's death in his head, Timcanpy had flown off to find a certain slumbering redhead that somehow managed to sleep through all the racket thus far. Tim glided soundlessly into his bedroom and went over to the mess of red hair before landing in it and nuzzling the man's head affectionately. The golem made some sort of fucked up purring noise and nibbled at a particularly stuck-up strand of hair, attempting to wake the sleeping figure peacefully.

Well, of course, that didn't work out because Cross happened to be sleeping like a rock.

So Timcanpy used another sinister method, one that he liked to use quite frequently: crawling over and chomping his ear.

"Ow! What the fuck!? Tim, you little shit!" Cross yelled, shooting up in bed and grabbing at his throbbing ear in irritation. He then turned his eye towards the golem who woke him up so rudely, seething in anger. He grabbed Tim by the tail, holding him up to glare, "What the fuck was that for!?"

Tim wriggled about a little in his initial panic before remembering why he was there. He still hadn't forgiven Allen for thwarting his plans to eat the curtains and decided he would get revenge. With a grin, Tim opened his mouth and proceeded to show Cross a projection of just what his brat had been up to downstairs.

Cross narrowed his eye, immediately recognizing Allen in the kitchen…and with that horrible influence of a brat Nea Campbell! It's not that Cross flat-out hated the kid; in fact, some of his mischievous antics were entertaining. It's just that sometimes he could go too far. Well…I guess it was better Allen had someone else with him in the kitchen. Hell, it seems like they did a pretty good job not fucking shit up so far. But damn it, why was it, Nea!? Besides, why the fuck were they even making a cake!?

Then the projection shifted over to Tyki, and Cross felt his blood boil. What the fuck was that asshole doing here!? Drinking his coffee nonetheless!? Ok, that's it! Tolerating the fuckboy dating his eldest son was one thing, but Lavi wasn't even here right now! Or at least he should be at work! He was not gonna put up with this asshole coming around whenever he wanted; he already had to hold his tongue when he happened to come over to visit Lavi!

"The brats are dead," Cross growled as he flung the bedsheets off and stormed downstairs. His bedhead made him all the scarier.

Meanwhile, the brats were fighting over a tube of icing, and of course, Nea had the upper hand.

"Ahahaha, you should look at your face! It looks like it's c-"Nea laughed, getting interrupted by a well-placed jab in his ribs that made him lower his arms just enough for Allen to grab the icing.

"Nea, you ass! Now it's your turn! Now open that pretty little mouth of yours and take it like the little bitch you are!" Allen exclaimed, holding the tube of icing above Nea's face with a demonic grin.

Nea, being the little shit he was, smiled sweetly and purred, "Oh, but of course, daddy~."

Just as Allen squeezed a dollop of the white sugary sweet into Nea's mouth, the enraged Cross stormed into the kitchen. Nea's eyes flitted over to the pissed-off redhead and smiled politely, "Oh, hello, Mr. Cross; Allen and I were just playing~."

"Oh fuck!" Allen cussed, immediately pulling away from Nea and dropping the tube of icing on the table, his face turning beet red.

"Yeah, oh fuck. Mind telling me what the fuck you two are getting into and why Mr. Fuckboy McGee is in my house?" Cross asked, kicking a stray balloon away from him and leaning against the doorjamb.

"Fuckboy McGee?" Tyki commented, putting a hand to his chest in mock hurt. Cross shot him a dirty look that instantly made Tyki shut his mouth. Once he was sure Tyki would keep his trap shut for the next few minutes, he looked back over to his brat, who was scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"U-Uhm, well, we're making a birthday cake and stuff for a friend…" Allen tried to explain.

"And you decided to use my kitchen instead of going to Nea's house?"

"Skinn would've had a shit fit if we made a cake and wouldn't let him eat it…and Road would pester us into a fit of madness," Nea explained sweetly.

Cross sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Alright, so the kid was just trying to do something nice for a friend; he can't get totally mad at him for that, right? Plus, even amidst their dorky shenanigans, the brats didn't burn down his kitchen, so that was good, right?

"Still, that doesn't explain why he's here," Cross growled, jabbing a thumb at Tyki.

"He's the designated babysitter…but we're also using him for transportation," Nea said, ignoring the splutter Cross produced at "designated babysitter." That man!? A babysitter!? He couldn't even babysit a pet rock!

"Ugh…whatever. I guess you succeeded in not fucking up anything, so I can't be too mad…just clean up after yourselves," Cross huffed in defeat before pushing himself off the doorjamb and to the living room to see what was on TV.

"O-Okay," Allen stammered out, giving Nea a look that said, 'Holy shit, he's not gonna kill us!'.

Nea gave Allen a look of his own that said, 'No shit, dumb ass, don't ever doubt me again.'

"Alright, well, the only thing left is the candles!" Allen chirped as he turned around to rummage through the bags once again. I got some super dope looking ones on sale! We should light one up to see what it looks like!"

"You got 24 of them, right?" Nea asked, walking over to Tyki to steal his lighter. Tyki gave his younger cousin a dirty look but allowed him to take it for now.

"Of course!" said a confident Allen as he snatched the lighter from Nea's hand and lit up the 'candle' in his hand without hesitation.

"Dude, those are some strange looking candles-OH MY GOD ALLEN THAT'S A FIREWORK!"

"W-Wait w-what!?" Allen shrieked, staring at the lit fuse in horror as it began to snake down to his hand. He pranced around, looking for a place to drop said firework.

"Dude, just drop it!"

"Where!?"

"Anywhere! Quick, before it blows up!" Nea yelled as he took the firework from Allen's hand and threw it off to the corner.

"Fuck! Hit the ground!" Tyki yelped as he shoved the two brats under the table, himself included, just as the firework exploded in the kitchen. The flying projectile proceeded to ricochet all about Cross's kitchen, breaking the light fixture and knocking over the mixing bowl and a clock hanging nearby before landing on the cake. As Cross stormed back into the kitchen to figure out just what the hell was going on, the smoke alarm decided now would be the best time to start blaring. Great…well, so glad that was working. Too bad that wouldn't save Allen from meeting his doom.

Cross's eye flitted about the kitchen before landing directly on his brat who smiled sheepishly up at his guardian. As Cross approached, Tyki and Nea, with good judgement, backed far away from Allen. Cross plucked the firework out of the cake and kneeled down to hold the offending object up to Allen's face.

"Aheheh….oops," Allen laughed nervously, his face turning pale as Cross's face turned dark with rage. He swore he could see a vein begin to pop out on the man's forehead.

Then Cross smiled and began to count down, "10…9…8…"

Allen gulped and scrambled out from under the table before taking off in a full-on sprint out of the house with his guardian quick on his heels, screaming, "When I catch you, you're dead!"

Tyki and Nea watched the display, Nea looking bored and Tyki blinking owlishly. Nea sighed and stretched his arms over his head before turning on his heel to collect the mixing bowl that miraculously survived its tumble to the floor. "Well, guess I better get to work; a new cake isn't just going to pop out of thin air."

"Wait, shouldn't we be running after Allen to ensure Cross doesn't kill him?"

Nea shrugged, washing the bowl in a nearby sink. "Nah, Allen is a pretty resourceful guy; he can handle it."

Tyki grabbed his lighter from the ground and withdrew a cigarette from his pocket. He lit up the cancer stick, inhaled, and slowly released the smoke towards the shrieking smoke alarm, "Yeah…maybe you're right."

"Of course I am; I'm always right," Nea shot back snottily before demanding, "Well, don't just stand there! Make yourself useful and turn that blasted thing off! It hurts my ears!"

"Yes Princess Nea…"

[hienekenfuckyeah]

Strings Attatched

Part 2

Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: explicit, angst, fluff, Gojo and reader acting silly, mentions of reader with curly hair 

(not my art)

It had been two hours since Megumi and Tsumiki have gone to bed. The surroundings of your home are rather silent with a couple sounds here and there but nonetheless, quiet. You take in the peace and quiet as you lay on your stomach on top of the couch, silently scrolling through your phone, you can't help but feel alone despite the sweet silence of the house at 12am. You decided that maybe playing music would help you feel less alone but your thought diminishes  as soon as you hear the front door click open and you sat up as you turn to see Gojo sighing as he comes back to your home. You looked up and frowned as you took notice of his exhausted posture that was covered in blood. Blood of a curse and human, but not his own.

It was the middle of dinner and Gojo was chatting enthusiastically to Tsumiki and poking fun at you and Megumi whenever he got the chance, only for you and the young boy to poke fun at him back as you laughed at his overdramatic expressions. A buzzing sound is suddenly heard and Gojo pulls out his phone before frowning, his face still expressive through the cloth around his eyes.  He sighs and stands up from the table, excusing himself and walking away from the table, his dish in hand as he placed it in the sink and then slid in his shoes. You and the Fushiguro siblings wave him off ... .yes even Megumi ... .. hesitantly. 

After dinner you and the siblings engaged in some fun activities like tag (which even surprisingly Gojo had a rule of not running in the house), hide and seek, and karaoke amongst other things. You were surprised when Megumi even participated in the activities despite being the calm and not as sociable child he is, you assumed it was because he really did see you as his mother and would do anything to make you happy along with his sister. 

The siblings eventually got sleepy and prepared for bed as they allowed you to read them a story and they fell asleep, Tsumiki cuddling her giant stuffed bear Gojo got her for her birthday last year and Megumi cuddling with his Shikigami wolves who slept around him protectively. You cracked a smile at the sight before turning off the light in their room and heading to the kitchen to start cleaning up. After you finish, you settle down on the couch comfortably and end up on your phone,  scrolling aimlessly through things you deemed entertaining.

“You good?” you ask as you look at Gojo with a raised brow in disbelief. He turned to you, his face contorting into one of reassurance and a smile instead of exhaustion.

“I'm great, energetic might I add.” he says while taking off his blindfold, throwing it carelessly somewhere along with his shoes, earning him a glare, but you do nothing about it anyways. “Well if you're feeling so energetic, wanna help me clean the kitchen?” you replied, smirking as you placed your phone down. He then gave you a look as if to say ‘you're funny if you think I'm doing that’ and then sighed heavily in defeat and in no mood to argue back with you as he made his way to the kitchen. You remained on the couch,snickering to yourself before the man finally rushed back out the kitchen and took long languid strides towards you as he crossed his arms and pouted.

“Don't joke like that, it's mean” he whined. You rolled your eyes playfully before scrunching up your nose in disgust; remembering the blood covering the man head to toe and realizing how terrible it smells. 

“Too bad.” you teased before looking him up and down one more time and sighing as you covered your nose. “Go take a shower dude…” he looked at you then chuckled, as he made his way towards you, his hands slightly in front of him as he wiggled his fingers. You frowned at his actions and backed off the couch away from him. “Don't even think about it” you warned, your hand out in front of you defensively.

 “Think about what? I'm not doing anything” he purred playfully as he came in closer and closer causing you to think carefully and selectively about your options before sprinting away to your room; making it in there just in time before the tall man could do anything and locking the door behind you.

Gojo threw his head back then doubled over, laughing until his stomach hurt and he wiped away tears from his eyes. He stood in the living room, sniffing the air and scrunching up his nose to the saccharine smell of blood amongst other things. He took heed to your advice and went to clean himself off, while deciding how he'd break the news to you. 

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A knock is heard at your door and you pause the movie you were watching before shuffling off your bed towards the door. “Who's there?” you asked as you awaited a response before hearing a familiar voice.

“Guess” it countered back quickly before it hummed patiently. You sigh and open your door, “hi” you uttered to the white haired man before you, his hair still slightly wet as a towel was wrapped around his shoulders and he now wore sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. “hello” he hummed back. You looked at him then your screen for a second before replying, “you wanna finish this movie with me?” Gojo smiled and replied “of course I would ... .as long as you get me Kikufukufu later.”  you looked at him and frowned while shaking your head in disappointment and he chuckled at your reaction.

“How the fuck do you even pronounce that shit?” He pushed past you and into your room before flopping down all sprawled out on your bed. You look at him slightly baffled by his actions but not entirely. It's a habit of his, but it's never predictable. 

Gojo looked at you with a grin as if he was trying to provoke you. You simply ignored it and came up with your revenge ploy as you sat on his back causing him to let out a yelp in surprise and call your name out in a whiny tone. “Get off your too heavyyyy” he groaned, but you grabbed the remote and resumed the movie. 

He pouted and protested before deciding it's hopeless; shutting his mouth and watching the movie at an uncomfortable angle for what felt like forever until it was paused and you stood up. It had been  20 minutes since you've been sitting on him,  and now you're stretching and walking towards your door.

“Where are you going?” he questioned as he sat up and stretched himself, ridding himself of every uncomfortable kink in his body.

“bathroom” you replied before pausing to ask him a question.  “By the way can you tell me how you're meeting with the higher up’s, went? When I get back, I mean.” 

You had been the reason he was debating against the higher ups tod- yesterday in the late afternoon, you had received a message demanding you produce an heir a week prior, but of course you freaked out. Not only did you freak out though, you didn't want your child or children to be stuck living in the same shit show that you and Gojo were stuck in. Gojo said he'd find a way to convince him and you could only hope for the best as he took the Fushiguro siblings to school and left for work while you prepared for your mission.

He looked at you sadly before giving you a sheepish smile and nodding. “Yeah, I'll let you know.” 

He was messing around with your remote, flipping aimlessly through different movie and show titles for around half an hour. It wasn't long before he turned his head at the sound of soft footsteps and noticed you standing there as you brushed tangles from your wet hair with a towel around your neck. (You frowned when you realized how unruly your hair truly was so it lead you into the shower)

He was mesmerized for a moment. He would never get used to your extremely curly hair which you maintained in proper shape, using an assortment of products and brushing tangles and snags out of it, even clipping dead ends when needed. To put it into a summary, your hair was beautiful and perhaps softer than his, making him slightly jealous as you finally set your brush down on your vanity and placed your curls into a braid, guiding it to the front as some wisps of your curls stayed loose.

You finally made your way over the bed and noticed the white haired man staring, “take a picture, it'll last longer” you piped up, snapping Gojo back to reality. “Okay” he replied with a mischievous grin and pulling out his phone to take the worst picture of you. “Satoru, I was jok-” you paused when he flashed you the horrid photo, you glanced at his smug face and flipped him off, “delete that shit, rodent.”

“Nah, I don't think I will,” he teased.

“Satoru, I swear if I have to reach over there…”

“You can't if I have infinity on” he challenged.

You lunged forward only to be shoved back by an invisible force as you looked at him, jaw drawn agaped. “you motherf-....you know what, you're banned from my room.”

The man pouted and looked down at his phone as his thumb danced across the screen before chucking it to the side lightly. “you're no fun.”

“oh no, that's sad” you giggled.

Gojo then pressed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically and began to swoon in disbelief. “It's not sad… it's a tragedy! How you could threaten me, my own friend. After all, we've been through together. The good and bad times, as a priestess and a king, you have truly broken my heart and now I shall perish from this anguish you've cussed…..” he then collapsed onto you causing you to yelp at the sudden weight on you, “Satoru!” you scolded as you groaned in annoyance.

He simply laughed at you before getting up and poking your cheek, “c'mon you know you liked my acting.” he taunted “if that's you acting then I don't want to know what the bare minimum of you acting is.” you shot back with a grin before giggling at him, causing the man to stare at you with a straight face and collapse on top of you again. 

“Really!? Again!? Get off me you lanky ass!!” 

“You asked for it, and plus you make a good pillow”

He laughs when you groan and allows you to struggle for a bit before deciding enough is enough and getting off you. You sat up before hearing an audible rumbling noise. You and Gojo turned to look at each other in shock before laughing. “Snack run?” he asked and you nodded in response, “Snack run.”

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You both return to your room, with different flavored ramen and bubble tea. You have spicy beef and taro flavored tea, while Gojo settled on chicken and strawberry flavored tea.

You took a sip of his tea before choking back a gag due to its extreme amount of sugar. “How the hell can you drink that” you managed to choke out after a minute. “the same way you can eat that spicy ramen without dying” he simply replied with a shrug as he took a delighted sip from his tea. “Eh fair I guess.” you hummed. 

Both of you sat in silence, enjoying your snack at god knows what time in the morning before something in the back of your mind ached and prodded at you almost giving you a headache until you remembered what it was.

“Oh yeah, you never told me what the higher ups said about our proposition.” at that Gojo froze before his ramen could reach his lips and he sighed, moving your bubble tea and ramen to the side on a stable surface along with his. You furrowed your brows in confusion glancing at his hands and then back up at his eyes, the ones that were telling you something as they gave you a look of empathy and sadness. “I'm so sorry..” and just like that you knew that your desperate plea had failed. 

[rickybowensfever]

"Great. A Cold on My Birthday" (Ricky Bowen) - Sicktember 2024

IT'S HERE!!!! And it's over 2k words. So for my fellow Ricky lovers...you're welcome.

Here is sweet, sneezy Ricky on his birthday. Poor Ricky! Also sorry E.J. but you *can* be a gullible. We still love you. 😍

Sicktember 2024

"Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday"

The Sniffles

AO3 LINK @sicktember

*SET AT CAMP SHALLOW LAKE*

“LET IT GO” S3, EP8 of HSMTMTS (REIMAGINED)

Ricky Bowen woke up on his 18th birthday feeling congested as hell but he was not going to let a little cold stop him.

 He sat up in bed, his nose tickled and he let out a wet sneeze. “Aah-tschieww!!”

“Gesundheit” Carlos said, looking up at his sneezy friend.  Ricky muttered a thank you, pulling the covers off of him and swung his legs over his bunk to face his friend. 

“Great. I got a cold for my birthday” Ricky announced with disappointment in his hoarse and nasally voice.

Carlos scrunched his face at him, “Maybe you should go to the nurse,” he suggested. Ricky’s eyes bulged, jumping down from the bunk. He sniffled, “No way, dude! It’s opening night. E.J. will kill me if I’m–” Ricky paused, unable to say the word. 

“Sick” Carlos added, finishing his friend's sentence. “No, no, no. It’s just a cold. I’m perfectly fine” he said feeling another tickle in his nose, “Aah-tschieww!!” he leaned into his elbow, catching the sneeze.  

“Bless you. Right…Maybe a hot shower will help?” Carlos suggested. “But make it quick, we have to get over to The Barn for the final run-through.”

“Good thinking!” Ricky replied. As Carlos gathered his Olaf costume, he rooted around his bag with first-aid supplies including a packet of tissues and Vicks Vapor Rub. 

Then a familiar brooding voice chimed in, “You might be able to get around E.J. But Val will smell you from a mile away. She’s like a hawk” Jet added looking at the two boys, wearing all black as usual. Ricky shuddered, forgetting about his other roommate. 

“What…do you mean?” Ricky answered, slowly. Jet was right. E.J. could be gullible. So he shouldn’t have a hard time hiding this from him, but if Val was on high alert, he was doomed. The show would be ruined as well as his birthday. 

“Val is a super sleuth. She can smell a sickness before it’s even coming” he said, his voice low and mysterious as if he were telling a ghost story, “A few summers ago, when some of the cast for The Music Man got food poisoning, she knew the minute it happened. Last year, she sent home a girl with pink eye during auditions for Annie. You can’t get anything past her” Jet said, shrugging his shoulders. 

The mysterious boy walked toward the front door and wished his roommate “good luck” as he disappeared out of the yurt. 

Carlos walked over to his curly-haired friend as he gathered his shower essentials out of his duffle bag. He tapped him on the shoulder, startling the boy. Ricky jumped in place and turned around to face his friend. 

When he looked down at the gifts, Ricky grinned.

“Happy Birthday, Ricky” Carlos said, handing him the sick supplies.

 “Thanks, Carlos,” he croaked, his voice hoarse, giving him a side hug. 

The two parted ways, Carlos to The Barn for rehearsal and Ricky to the showers. He grabbed his towel, clean clothes, and toiletries, hoping and praying that no one saw him. 

Ricky tried to hide himself from any friend he saw which wasn’t as easy as he thought it’d be. As he walked, he hid behind trees and bushes, trying to hide himself from his fellow Wildcats. 

As he walked closer to the showers, he saw Ashlyn walking right toward him. The fortunate part of being at camp was the trees. They made great hiding spots. As he stood behind a tree waiting for Ashlyn to pass him, he started to sniffle. “Nooo”, he groaned at the thought of sneezing again. How was he going to make it through the day unscathed when he was drowning in mucus and his nose wouldn’t cooperate. 

Ricky groaned loudly. “Oh, Ricky! There you are” Ashlyn said, looking at her friend with a puzzled look as he stood by the tree pinching his nose. 

“Happy Birthday!” she exclaimed giving him a big toothy grin. 

He tried to hold in the sneeze which was successful at first. He sighed of relief, “Ahh” feeling the sneeze pass. Unfortunately, the sneeze crept back up without warning. 

“Hnn'gtt!!” Ricky caught the sneeze in his elbow, pulling out one of Carlos’ tissues. 

He sniffled, “Thanks, Ash. Allergies, right?” he said laughing nervously, trying to play off his symptoms casually. 

Ashlyn was quiet for a moment, noticing his pink nose. Maybe he should be playing Sven tonight… 

Ashlyn was healthy as a horse. “Nope, not me!” she answered, patting him on the back. “See you later!” she said, walking off toward the girl’s yurts.

Ricky sighed, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Today was going to be difficult and his chest was starting to hurt. 

Carlos was right, a hot shower did help. His congestion had subsided for now which was going to help in convincing everyone he was perfectly fine. He wore his Kristoff costume which consisted of a dark pom-pom hat, a long sleeveless tunic with a long sleeve dark gray thermal shirt underneath paired with black pants and winter boots. Despite it being 92°F outside in sunny California, Ricky shockingly felt warm and cozy. 

He cleared his throat, puffed his chest out, and fixed his posture, then walked into The Barn with a brave face on. Everyone was rearranging furniture, transforming the small space into a suitable arrangement for friends and parents to come watch their children perform their role on stage. Luckily since everyone was preoccupied, the attention would be off of him for the time being.

Ricky walked over to Gina who sat on the edge of the stage holding a piece of paper, mumbling to herself. 

“Because she’s my sister!” she enunciated.

Ricky furrowed his eyebrow. “Hey G,” he said, standing next to her with a big grin on his face.

Gina put the paper down beside her on the stage. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Ricky, suspiciously. He was acting strange, she thought. Ricky was a chipper guy but to her, it seemed today, he was playing up his positive vibe.

“Hi” she said hesitantly, furrowing her brow at him.

“Ready for the big night, Anna?” he said playfully elbowing her in the side. Gina laughed, cracking a big toothy grin at him.

Moments later, E.J. stood by the stage shouting to get the room’s attention. Ricky held his ears at the sound as it felt like the boy was screaming in his ear. “I don’t think that was loud enough” the curly haired boy teased, plugging his ears which were beginning to ache.

His stomach dropped, anxiety fluttering in his chest as Val came and stood beside the director. Ricky got up and walked to the back of the clutter of people, to hide himself from Val as much as he possibly could. As everyone began to move and get to their places, Ricky couldn’t help but feel on edge.

Finally, it was Ricky’s turn to rehearse for "Kristoff’s Lullaby", his solo. He cleared his throat and crossed his fingers, hoping that his body would cooperate for the duration of the song. He grabbed his acoustic guitar, strummed the strings by the sound hole, and began to sing.

♪ What is this hollow kind of helplessness I'm feeling? ♪

♪This type of terror is new ♪

♪And, the fact that I can hardly breathe is now revealing ♪

When the chorus came, that is when all hell broke loose. His voice cracked as he tried to reach the high note, but his scratchy throat wasn’t doing him any favors.

Ricky’s chest tightened as E.J. started to bark at him, “Ricky, this is not what we rehearsed! You’re not supposed to sound like there’s a frog in your throat. This is Frozen” the taller boy flailed his arms in the air in disappointment.

Ricky frowned, holding his throat and stood up. “Why don’t we take 5?” Val intervened. She stood for a moment staring into Ricky’s eyes. This gave him goosebumps. He shuddered and turned his back toward her.

As he and his castmates were backstage taking a breather, Val worked on calming E.J. down. Ricky sighed loudly, relived to be out of the spotlight. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Gina with her long-braided hair in Anna’s winter costume.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” she asked furrowing her brow. “Yeah, yeah. It’s just allergies” he said clearing his throat and wincing at the discomfort. He tried to brush it off with a grin but seeing Gina frown, he knew he was doomed.

“Ricky, you have to tell somebody” she said cocking an eyebrow at him, placing a hand on her hip and stared him down until he confessed.

Ricky shrugged, “But the show!” he whispered, his voice cracking as he spoke.  “I’m sure you can still do the show. Why don’t we go and ask Val?” Gina suggested. Ricky immediately put his hands up in defense. “No way” he cried, envisioning the worst outcomes.

If what Jet said earlier was true, Ricky would be saying goodbye to his friends and fellow campers. Ricky started to feel sad as he thought about packing his bags and going back to Salt Lake. During his daydreaming, he completely missed Gina pulling him by the arm and over Val and E.J. who sat next to each other on the chairs for tonight’s audience doing breathing exercises.

“Hey guys. Ricky, how’s that cold?” Val asked, smirking at the curly haired boy. Ricky stood dumbfounded. Jet was right.  “How did you—what?” he said frantically, stumbling over his words.

Val stood up and placed a hand on Ricky’s shoulder, “I have eyes everywhere” she told him. Ricky gulped in terror. “It’s just allergies, really!” he tried to reassure her, flailing his arms in the air to prove he was “healthy.”

 His shoulders slumped as she nodded in disagreement.

What came next didn’t help Ricky’s case. A big ole’ sneeze escaped from his nasal passages.

“Haa'ekkSHIEW!!” Val stood in front of him holding out a tissue which he grabbed, blowing his nose hard.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, guys. I’b fide! It’s just by dose, by ears, by throat, by chest” he explained in his nasally voice, as E.J. pulled up a chair for him to sit in.

Val kneeled on the ground making eye contact with him. “Ricky, I know it’s your birthday” she began. The barn erupted in chatter all wishing him a happy birthday. Ricky waved, thanking everyone and looked back at Val. “But you’re clearly not 100%. So, I have a proposition” the barn grew quiet as they awaited the girl’s next words.

“You have to go to the nurse with me, get some medicine and some rest. Then, you can perform tonight. But these are the conditions” she explained. Ricky frowned. His list still wasn’t fully complete. He checked the pizza off yesterday at Camp Prom but he was missing a lottery ticket, still.

Finally, as he thought about it, he was surprised Val wasn’t shipping him off on the next bus home.

“Fide” he muttered. “The show bust go od. Ab I right guys?” he announced to crowd. Everyone erupted into applause mixed with laughter.

Val stood up and gestured Ricky to follow her. He complied holding the packet of tissues in one hand and walking out of the barn doors following her lead.

When he got back to the yurt, hopped up on cold medicine, he raised his arms and yawned. The nurse checked his temperature, it was normal. That was a relief. But his sore throat, congested nose, aching ears, and headache confirmed it was indeed a cold.

“A cold on my birthday. Pssh” he mumbled in frustration as he slipped out of his costume, storing it away for that night and changed into joggers and white shirt and dozed off to sleep.

He woke to Carlos shaking him. “Ricky! Wake up! Curtain call is in 20” he said. Ricky woke up groggy, his throat was hurting, and his head pounded. He pulled himself out of bed slowly and walked over to his bag, grabbing his costume and leaving the yurt quickly with Carlos.

When they got backstage, it was dark and quiet. Ricky thought this was strange as Carlos had informed him about curtain call. This close to curtain call, everyone was usually pretty frantic. But maybe they did things differently at Shallow Lake than at East High?

Ricky shrugged and walked closer looking for a light. He turned on the light and jumped, dropping his costume as everyone surprised him. All of his cast mates and Wildcats including Big Red and Miss Jenn smiled big. “Happy Birthday, Ricky!” they shouted, cheering. The room was filled with balloons, streamers, and there was a cake sitting on a lone table.

Ricky sniffled, standing there in disbelief. All of the sudden commotion had him winded. He began to catch his breath and walked over to everyone giving side hugs and thanking them.

Maybe this wasn’t an awful birthday after all.

[lindyloosims]

Today Colt is hanging out with his old school friend Jordan Kemp. Luka calls them the Curly Club because of their hair, I mean Jordan does have magnificent silky hair that he got from his father, Abel Kemp is a bit of alright...*ahem*...don't tell Kenzie I said that!

Luka has his little friend Julie Yoon over too, she's a bit younger than him and smaller, he towers over the tiny girl. I think she's got a crush on him because she comes over and tries to strike up a conversation then gets annoyed when he's too engrossed in his gaming.

JULIE: Ugh, Luka I'm talking to you about prom!

LUKA: Oh I won't make it!

JULIE: What? Why?

LUKA: It's my birthday in two days, young adulthood baby! What the heck! That is cheating! He should be banned!

JULIE: *sigh* You're such a boy!

LUKA: Well duh! I can't let this shitface win, rematch dude RIGHT NOW!!!

JULIE: Why do I even love you?

LUKA: What's that?

JULIE: Nothing! I'll catch you later Luka!

Colt is always happy when he hangs out with Jordan, he seems to be a calming and encouraging influence on him. That's what he needs right now with the whole heir thing looming over his head, I've been there so I can relate.

It's a nice, quiet evening and I'm spending it with my boys as Kenzie takes a nap, being dead is draining apparently. It's my first time on the games console in a long time, usually someone with a penis is playing it. Us women folk don't get a look in!

I have one happy child...

...and a grumpy one! Here's hoping this little phase Darius is going through doesn't last...I don't need another Adrian Garcia in my life!

ADRIAN: Hey! Did someone say my name? *grins*

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[justice4billy]

Baby, it's a secret

Fluff galore!

Chapter Nineteen

Sorry, I've been away a while. Work is kicking my ass at the moment, and I spent my weekend off with my Nephew 😀 I'm not really that pleased with this chapter, but I hope you all enjoy it 😘

Billy x fem reader

May 1985

"What do you think of this?" Cassie asked as she waved a blue romper suit in Eddie's face. The curly haired boy looked less than interested in browsing around the thrift stores in Hawkins.

"Very cute Cass" he replied with a smile.

"You're not even looking!" She protested.

"Sorry" he apologised. "I'm just wondering why your buying all the stuff, isn't that couple gonna buy anything" he asked referring to Lisa and Don.

Cassie sighed. "Probably, but I still want to get something for when the baby is born" she replied before looking at the price and putting the suit back. "I've toured their house once anyways, i want to get a good feel for the place" she stated.

"So you're meeting again?" He asked.

Cassie nodded. "Next weekend June 6th" she confirmed. "Gives me just over a whole month before the baby is due" she replied.

Eddie nodded. "Well, I propose we take this weekend to let loose and celebrate your birthday" he suggested.

Cassie groaned. "No way" she grumbled.

"Cass, its you're eighteenth" he stated.

"I know, but incase you didn't notice I am nearly eight months pregnant and I feel like a whale" she groaned.

"Doesn't have to be anything crazy" Eddie replied with a shrug as they exited the store.

"Fine" cassie huffed. "Something small then" she stated giving him a pointed look.

.....................................................................

Eddie didn't know the meaning of small she concluded as she stepped into Steve's house. The whole room was decorated with banners and balloons, an aray of sweets and fizzy drinks decorated the dining room table as they all gave her a cheeky grin.

The whole crew had shown up for her. Nancy, Steve, Jonathan and all the kids had gone above and beyond and that thought had tears brimming in her eyes.

"Happy birthday!" They all yelled in unison before stopping to give her a worried look.

"Cassie" Nancy called gently before walking over to the emotion girl.

"I'm okay" Cassie choked back a sob. "I can't believe you guys did this for me" she sniffed.

"Aww, of course we would" Nancy stated giving her a quick hug. "We've also took the liberty of renting your favourite movie and ordered your favourite pizza" she stated.

"I love you" Cassie sobbed throwing her arms around Nancy, surprising the mousey girl who let an oomph as she reciprocated the hug.

"Come on Cass" Eddie called out over her shoulder qs he beckoned her towards the table full of treats. "Let's get this party started" he stated with a cheese grin before stuffing a muffin in his mouth.

"Gross" Max muttered under her breath.

"Have some little red" Eddie encouraged with a mouthful of food.

"Eddie, chew your food dude" Steve stated giving the boy a strange look.

The girls pulled a disgusted face whilst the younger boys let out a laugh. "Let's put a film on" Nancy suggested with a light grin.

The boys cheered before running past her and launching themselves onto the sofa, as Steve shouted at them to watch his mother's finest cushions.

Cassie rolled her eyes before waddling over to the sofa and plonking herself by Max and El. Nancy slotted Nightmare on Elm Street into the VCR and pressed play.

A moment later the doorbell rang and Nancy got up to recieve the pizza. The smell wafted up Cassies nose and her stomach grumbled just as Freddie Kruger was claiming his first victim.

"Pizzas here" Nancy announced as she set a few plates on the table.

"I'll get you some" Max offered with a small smile as she scrambled off the sofa before Cassie even uttered a word.

A few seconds later the red head plonked a plate into Cassie's arms, a few slices of Hawain and a few slices of Margarita which made her stomach grumble.

"Thank you" Cassie replied with a smile.

"Me and El were wondering something" Max stated pausing to take a bite of the pizza.

"What is it?" Cassie asked curiously. She couldn't recall ever speaking much to Max or El and the only time she ever saw Max was when Billy dropped her off.

"Whats it like being pregnant?" Max asked.

"Why? You don't plan on being pregnant do you?" Cassie quiered as she raised her brows.

Max scrunched her nose up. "No way, besides I think my mom and stepdad would kill me" she stated. "And then Billy would kill the guy who got me there" she stated.

Cassie pursed at the mention of Billy, it was a tad ironic considered he knocked someone up without even knowing.

"Well, it's like carrying a big boulder on your stomach day in and day out" she explained. "You're emotions are all over the place and so is your bladder" she added.

"Doesn't sound too fun" Max muttered. "To be honest I always thought I would have a niece or nephew by now" she stated.

Cassie furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, Billy being the way he is I thought he would have knocked someone up by now" she replied with a shrug before taking another bite out of her pizza.

Cassie's heart hammered against her chest, her appetite suddenly diminishing. If only you knew Max, if only you knew she thought to herself as she chose not to grace the young girl with a reply. Max didn't push any further before settling down and focusing on the remainder of the movie leaving Cassies mind reeling.

A few hours later Cassie felt herself nodding off. They had played a few games during the afternoon and ate way too much, most of the boys were asleep whilst another movie played in the background. Cassie felt her eyes droop before the doorbell interrupted her slumber.

"I'll go" she stated nodding to Nancy who gave her a confused look.

Cassie managed to heave herself up and put her plate to one side, before waddling over to the door and opening it.

Her breath left her lungs as Billy stood infront of her. A grin on his face as his blue eyes drank her in, rolling up and down the expanse of her body. God, he looked really good in his leather jacket and white wife beater. She wondered how he made a simple outfit look so perfect.

"Hi" he grinned down at her as he leant against the door frame.

Cassie snapped out of her trance. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I'm here to pick Max up" he replied giving her an amused smile. Of course he was, duh.

"Oh well-" she began.

"Can I have an hour more?" Max voice carried through the hallway as she came to a stop beside Cassie.

Billy huffed. "No shitbird" he stated impatiently.

"Come on, at least 30 minutes more" she begged.

Billy rolled his eyes. "Twenty minutes" he stated. "I wanna talk to Cassie about a school project and when I'm done we are going home, understand?" He emphasised.

Max huffed. "Fine" she grumbled before stalking off down the hallway.

Billy huffed before turning to face Cassie. "I wanna show you something" he stated nodding towards his car.

"You're not kidnapping me are you?" Cassie asked as she gingerly followed him.

"Dont think I would need to sweetheart" he replied with a smug grin.

"You're full of yourself Hargrove" she responded meaning to sound annoyed, but to her horror she sounded flustered at his nickname.

Billy came to a stop. "Close you're eyes" he commanded.

Cassie rolled her eyes before complying with what he said, as she heard him rummage around in his boot.

"Open your eyes" he responded.

Cassie wearily opened her eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the warm spring sun beaming down on the pair. They widened when she noticed a small package in his hand.

"Billy" she stated shocked.

"Open it" he commanded as he shoved it into her arms.

Cassie took the package and removed the tissue paper. Her heart beat rapidly when she pulled out a blue romper set, the same one she had been looking at in the thrift store earlier today, tears brimmed her eyes as the guilt slowly ate away at her.

"Billy, I can't accept this" she stated as she pushed her tears back.

"I got something for you" he nodded down at the bag.

Cassie widened her eyes as she pulled out a small trinket bracelet hidden in a blue velvet box. "You shouldn't have" she whispered admiring how beautiful it was.

"I wanted too" he stated. "Its your eighteenth you gotta have something special" he replied.

"But the romper" Cassie started lost for words.

"Is also a gift" Billy finished. "Figured you would want something for when he was born" he replied nodding at her growing bump.

"I-" she choked back a sob, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Dont cry" Billy whispered before reaching over to wipe her tear away, the smooth expanse of his skin caressing her cheek and jaw lit a fire in her belly. "Happy birthday Cass" he stated before reaching forward and landing a tender kiss on her forehead that left her tingling from head to toe.

"Thank you" she whispered back as their foreheads connected together.

"I better get Max" he huffed, his minty breath fanning her face as he slowly backed away. She watched him turn on his heel before making his way to the house, the guilt swirling in her stomach as she clutched onto the romper suit. God, she was really starting to hate herself.

[ghostieblr]

this but sterek.

*

Derek hands him coffee.

"I take—"

"Peanut butter mocha cold brew with a drizzle of caramel, topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon."

"Holy shit, dude, you remember my order?"

Derek scowls, but the intensity of it is undermined by his sweet gesture, and the sweet sip of heaven that Stiles takes from the coffee Derek ordered for him because he remembers Stiles' order.

"Don't call me dude," Derek mumbles, and takes a sip of his own coffee, which Stiles vows to find out the flavor of because he is the one with the ten-year-seduction plan, damn it! "And focus on the case."

"It's a stakeout, Sourwolf." Derek sighs exasperatedly at the nickname, but Stiles knows he's fond of it. Not once has Derek told him to drop it verbally, and that's as good as permission goes with him, really. "Focusing is not the priority here."

Derek turns to him with a raised eyebrow. "Then what is?"

Stiles reaches across the car's console and takes the second take-out bag from Derek's hand, grinning. "This is. I'll kiss you if you've got— oh holy Jesus. You really do know me!"

Curly fries, the burger from that one diner he loves, and Derek's literal handmade sandwich with tomatoes, cucumber, lettuce, and a hell of a lot of condiments.

"Literally the perfect stakeout food," Stiles moans, and isn't abashed by it all, because he notices Derek's reaction. He's not blind and nor is he stupid — but he is respectful, and he lets the moment slide like all the previous ones.

"Stiles."

"Shut up and eat?"

"Shut up and focus."

*

He's clutching the book to his chest like it's a sacred treasure, and of course Isaac is giving him puppy looks.

"No! Bad puppy. Go! Shoo!"

Isaac whines. It's hilarious. Except he isn't keen on letting Isaac win, so he clutches the book tighter and moves back three steps, and he's about to take the fourth, when a solid muscle mass stops his moments.

"Why are you treating my beta like a dog?"

"Because he is one!" Stiles side-steps and ends up behind Derek's broad and strong body, eyeing Isaac for any moves. Luckily, his Alpha's presence seems to deter him, and with one last pitiful whine Stiles will make fun of tomorrow, Isaac is leaving the living room. Which means he and Derek are now alone. Almost. "Gone?"

Derek tilts his head to listen, and once the coast is clear, nods his head. Then he's turning around and snatching the book from his hands, and Stiles lets him take it.

"You do know that gifts equal no take-backsies, right?"

"Is this the book I gave you?"

Stiles eyes Derek. He's wearing sweatpants, hair loose and soft with sleep, and a wife-pleaser that is rumpled with too many turns on the bed. He smiles and pulls out the card from his back pocket. It's rectangle and small like a business card, completely black on both sides, with gold letters printed on one side. He gives it to Derek, the blank side up.

"Happy birthday, Alpha," he says softly, and watches Derek take the card gingerly. He doesn't turn it around, even though Stiles knows he's curious about the blank side of it. "You know you didn't have to get us presents, right? Half of us don't even celebrate Christmas."

"I can provide for my pack," Derek says proudly like it's reason enough, and Stiles rolls his eyes. Maybe it is. He smiles, too. "What is this?"

"Turn it around."

Derek does. The book in his hand falls with shock. Stiles curses and dives for it, but he ends up headbutting Derek in his belly, and they both fall to the ground exactly a second after the book does.

"Jesus, Der," he huffs, but doesn't move from where he's fallen over Derek. He's respectful, but he's a little desperate too. What if he didn't read the signs right? What if the shock was not of awe, but of disaster? What if this is the closest he'll be to Derek, one last time?

He doesn't have to wonder for long, though, to have his curious mind settled. Derek's hands come up to wrap around his waist, and suddenly they're turning. Stiles' back hits the floor softly, and he feels the book somewhere to his right with his hand, but his focus is completely shot when he realizes Derek is looking at him, eyes wide with anticipation and joy he's trying hard to suppress.

Stiles takes his left hand and holds onto Derek's shoulder, rubs his right one against his jaw. Working it like iron on shirts, up and down, up down. Derek is always hot to the touch, because werewolves, but the heat that is simmering seems different. Warmer, brighter. Like he can stick his tongue out and taste it, and it'll burn away everything but his smile and pleasure.

"You mean it?" Derek's voice is low, hopeful. A sinking ship, unaware that rescue is on its way, and that it'll be okay.

Stiles shifts his weight so that Derek drops lower, so they're chest-to-chest. "I did," he replies, and instantly hates himself for his about-to-be-hilarious comment, because Derek's face shuts down. It's quick and terrifying, and horrifying, really, that he's had practice enough to mask his emotions like this. "No— That's not what— Fuck. Okay, I was trying to do a bit,"

"A bit." Derek is trying to move away, but Stiles doesn't let him. Derek could leave anyway, but he gives Stiles a chance to explain himself. Always hurt but trying to give a second chance, this man, this man that Stiles loves.

"I'm sorry," he says, both his hands pulling Derek closer. "I was gonna say — I liked you until you made me drop my book, because I love it, because you gave it to me because you know me. You remembered. A bit," he repeats, "It was a bit, but I guess I didn't really think it through. Just wanted to make you laugh, is all."

Derek stares at him, stares and stares. Then he looks at Stiles' lips, and his eyelashes fan over his cheeks, and he's so pretty it makes his heart thump-thump-thump. If he were a cartoon character, his heart would have been jumping out of his skin, pulsating with love and want.

"Did you know," Derek begins, and his words are earnest, soft, and little, like they're supposed to stay in what little space lies between them. "That if you cut me open, and you looked in my heart, that you would find a red door that leads to a room plastered with everything you have ever said to me?"

Derek could have said, "Yeah, I remember." Or, "It's you, of course I do, Stiles. I love you."

But this is better. This is intentional. This is Derek admitting that not only is Stiles a part of his life, but he is a part of his heart and it's deliberate. He's carved out space for Stiles inside there, created a room for him, remembered things and put them there for the future. Because Derek cares.

Stiles can reply, "Oh." He licks his lips, and Derek's eyes follow, and Stiles stares and forgets to breathe for a second there.

"Stiles? You never answered."

And suddenly he's back in his room, creating multiple drafts of the card on his laptop, working out the perfect line for it. "Whenever You're Ready."

Derek continues, "What if I'm not? I know— I've known for a while. Couldn't believe it, but I..."

"You don't have to explain yourself," Stiles pushes up, and Derek takes the hint and pulls back, and then they're sitting on the floor, cross-legged. "I meant it. If love can be letting the other person go, then it can also be waiting. Or at least that's how I want it to be."

Derek's eyes are soft, and Stiles wants to keep looking into them forever, if he gets the chance. "What if that day never comes?"

Stiles shrugs. "Doesn't interfere with my feelings. Blue balls, sure, that'll be a thing more often than not, but I hear it's worse to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. And I'll have you, right? In my life, no matter what?"

"There was no blip in your heart."

Stiles smiles. "I mean it, Derek," he takes Derek's hand, kisses the knuckles on them, one by one. "I really, really do. It's up to you. Whatever you want, your choice."

"My choice is..." The one second of anticipation kills him, but he endures, because love. And the strength of it won't diminish, he's faithful. "Can we read this?" Derek produces the book he let fall, and Stiles grins.

"First date or a friendly cuddle session? Though as far as I know, A Little Life is not romance material."

"But you'll suffer with me? If that's what I want?"

"Yes." There's no ounce of hesitation in his answer, because really, it's that simple.

Derek finally seems to get it, because he presses forward and there they go again, toppling down on the floor, limbs entagled and hearts beating with happiness.

"You're incredible," Derek says, "I think I'm ready."

"And if you're not, that's fine too. You have the card, right? It won't expire. You can cash it in anytime you want."

"Today," Derek says, and they stay there on the floor, hugging and cuddling and grinning like idiots. Then he's picking up the book, and Derek stares before moving them to a better position to read together.

*

Decades later, Derek is the one who remembers this day as their first date, and regals the Hale Pack — now consisting of several members; kids and spouses and grandkids and more on the way — with it, while Stiles fights tooth and claw he doesn't have that no, Derek, our first date was New Year's when you kissed me and promised me your forever!

[minniesmelody]

Hi it's my birthday ( I know, that last thing I said is not that important ) , but I love your fan fic, especially if they all have Gareth as the main protagonist, I would like to know how is Gareth socializes with a girl, who tries to get friends on her first day of school , girl of which no one takes importance because that typical nerd , as Gareth would approach her to strike up a conversation with her.

First impressions

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : Gareth Emerson x Fem! Nerd!Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: first day of school in the town of Hawkins was many things, Y/n never expected a warm welcome by curly headed boy to be one of them.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘀: pure fluff. Some cussing but very little.

𝗣𝗼𝘃: first person- Gareth

𝗔/𝗻 : happy birthday my love! I can absolutely write about that and thank you for your kind words! I hope today treats you good and hope most of your birthday wishes come true, with love- 🐭🎀 x

It was a normal boring school day. It was a Wednesday for crying out loud, one of the worst days of the week if you ask me, and the fact that-

“Gareth, hey Gareth” Jeff said to me as he caught up with me, as I walking to first period, it’s too damn early for this.

“Yeah man, what’s up?”

“Did you see the new girl?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye.

New girl? Who? What? Where? Huh?

“Wait- have you not seen her yet? She is in the same grade as you dude, she made quite the first impression” Jeff said, a small fit of giggles escaping him afterwards.

“What do you mean quite the first impression?” I asked.

“She tripped on the stairs and fell on top of Carver when she first walked into the door, I kinda feel bad cause she did sorta embarrass herself not even a whole Minute of into the school” Jeff explained to me.

Yeah no that does sound kinda bad.

“Well this is my class, see you at lunch” Jeff said as he parted ways with Gareth.

Gareth soon reached the math classroom which was assigned his first period and took his usual seat in the back row. Class had started, usual boring nonsense of numbers and symbols filling his ears. All of that was interrupted though when someone had entered the classroom.

“I’m sorry but is this classroom B29?” The person said, voice belonging to a girl.

“Ah yes, you must be Y/n, the new transfer student, got lost is my guess in why you are late to my class?” The teacher asked her.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry it won’t happen again”

“Yes well, welcome to Hawkins high Y/n, please take a seat somewhere, I was just recapping everyone on how to get the area of a triangle”

I slowly looked around me…damn…the only place left to sit was next to me in the back row. She spotted the seat and took it, slowly sitting down and get trying to get comfortable.

Her outfit was simple, jeans with a red fuzzy cotton sweater and a pair of converse. She had managed to make something so simple look absolutely amazing.

I had caught myself staring, only because she must have felt my eyes burning onto her that she turned her head towards me and shot me a small smile.

Time felt like it froze, like If the world had become Ice.

I didn’t even give her a smile back, just quickly whipping my head back to the chalkboard and trying my hardest for the entire period to keep it that way.

That was the first time I saw her.

The next time was 3rd period, science.

And of course, Mrs. Smith, had placed us next to one another.

We didn’t say anything to one another. But during the class I frequently looked over and watch her. She was doodling in her note book for most of class, different things from stars, to planets, and she even drew a perfect detailed picture of a light saber. What I didn’t expect her to draw next was little dice, mostly D20s, and then it donned on me.

‘Holy shit’ I thought to myself, this girl likes dungeons and dragons. I’ve never met a girl who likes the game, most girls wouldn’t call it a satanic game, the game of the devil in other words. But this girl…not her.

That was the second time I saw her that day. The next was last period. I hadn’t seen her in the cafeteria at lunch, if I did maybe I would have picked up the courage and introduced myself but she wasn’t there, so I didn’t get the chance to.

Last period was P.E, my least favorite class. Coach had given us a free day to do whatever we liked in the gym, I looked over and saw her take that opportunity to go and sit behind the bleachers.

Not very athletic huh? It’s okay, I’m not either. That being one the main reasons why I failed P.E, everyone else ended up with 80s and 90s, while I was stuck between 50s and 60s. But that’s not important right now.

I decided this would be a open chance to introduce myself, so I slowly followed her, stopping a few times along the way to make sure coach or no one else saw me.

There she was, sitting there, a book sitting in her hand, sitting crisscrossed on the floor underneath a bleacher.

She looked so…calm. So care free. Like she was in her own bubble or world, one that included only her and her thoughts. The sight was almost an-

“You know I can see you right?”

My head shot up, I wasn’t expecting her to say something, let alone say something without even looking up, without taking her eyes off the book.

“I- uh- I’m- I just-“

Good job Gareth. Stuttering and making a complete fool out of myself was most definitely the best way to go.

She finally looked up. Her eyes burning into my own. Her eyes were beautiful.

“Hi” she said, a small smile forming on her lips “I’m Y/n”

Y/n. Why did it sound so…good? It definitely fit her. Pretty name for a pretty girl I guess.

“I’m uh- I’m Y/n….WAIT NO..I’m sorry you are

y/n, I’m um…I’m Gareth…”

Good. Fucking. Job. Gareth. Emerson.

“Nice to meet you Gareth” she said with a small giggle.

How did my name sound so good from her? I’ve never loved the sound of my name so much in my life.

I looked down and there sat the book she was reading, it was a Dungeons and dragons guide.

She followed my eyes, hers landing back on the book.

“Dungeons and dragons huh? You play?” I asked her.

“No but I always wanted to play, most people aren’t fond of the game so no one really is up to play”

“Hellfire” I said as soon as she was done saying what she needed to say.

She gave me a puzzled look “sorry?”

“I uh- hellfire, it’s the club I’m in, we play it, Eddie our DM, I could ask him if he could consider you joining” I offered

She just gave me the warmest smile I’ve ever seen “I’d like that”

I knew after that I would try my best to make her feel as welcomed, excepting, and loved to the best of my abilities.

Promise.

[sissybabycucksophia]

What are your top 3 fantasies?

Ohhhh now thats a good one! I love that you asked this 😊 for the record these are FANTASIES not roadmaps or actual things likely too or that Im willing for too happen. 👀

1. So my first fantasy it to have a beautiful caring and dominant girlfriend, i imagine her like some 5ft ginger haired and blue eyed hour glass figure type girl 😅. I dream of coming home from work on a Friday, her locking the doors and demanding i go upstairs and strip. Upstairs she chastises me, inserts a hollow plug in my ass, quadruple diapers me and put locking waterproof pants over that, then despite my moans and pleas she’d lock me in a pink footed playsuit, rigid locking mittens on my hands, lock a cock gag that looks like a paci gag in my mouth, then she’d lock me in a heavy fleece sleepsack. Once all trapped in that she’d make me crawl all the way back downstairs (bum sliding down the stairs) where i would he mortified to see a big muscular black dude on the couch. Despite my protestant moans my gf would simply get me sat on a dining room chair then use rope to tie me too it as she tells her guest not to worry because I’m just a baby and can’t possibly understand what’s happening. Once tied to the chair, in front if the black man my gf will sit on my lap and begin plastering and caking my face in super feminine makeup to destroy my masculinity and then secure a below shoulder length blonde curly wig on my head. After which I’ll be forced to sit there staring directly at my girlfriend as they both strip naked and the black man begins violently fucking her while i piss my diapers like a weak little coward. They’d have sex at least 4 times, in between rounds 2 and 3 though, my gf will tell her bull to masturbate and shoot a load all over me, to which he shoots a massive load of superior bull cum into the crotch region of my Sleepsack, leaving a cum dinner plate sized cum puddle soaking in through the crotch of my fleece sleep sack. Eventually after my gf offers to take him out for dinner im left tied up to the chair for hours…. Eventually shitting my diaper as well.

2. The second fantasy is to have a male dom near me find out who i am then blackmail me into being his sissy girlfriend. It’d start off with him blackmailing me into going to his niece’s birthday party Dressed as Abby Bominable (monster high) and pretending to be his gf so his family stop pestering him. Then he’d tell me i did to good a job and that they liked me so he’d force me to go too a 10 year school reunion prom with him where i’d have to endure him groping and making contact with me as well as have to make out with him so people believed we’re serious. However as he’s making out with me he feels my erect cock through my mermaid fit prom dress and drags me to the disabled toilets and forces me into chastity, hes very angry cause i could have been seen. Next he’d insist on taking me on weekly dates too improve our dynamic to be more believable to family, i only go along with it cause he promises to unlock my chastity after a year of weekly dates. Eventually he warns me hes going to propose while we’re on a southern reenactment holiday with his family but tells me i must agree because it’ll be a sham wedding just to keep his family happy, so while standing pathetically dressed as a pink azalea trail maid with my penis fit to burst from its chastity I’m forced to act surprised and excitedly say yes as he proposes. Six months later I’m being walked down the isle by his dad in my very tight mermaid fit wedding dress toward the man whos been blackmailing me for nearly 2 years and keeping me in chastity, believing its a fake minister i say the vows my dom has prewritten for me and say i do as a ring is placed in my finger. At that he grabs me and shoves his tongue down my throat against my will but i try to go with it to keep fooling his family but suddenly i feel woozy and pass out. When i awake I’m in the middle of the dance floor at the reception, in my wedding dress I’m tied to a chair and completely unable to move, my mouth is filled by a large cock gag and even though I can’t get my hands too it, my penis is now uncaged and pushing hard up against the tight mermaid fit dress. My dom then reveals his family have known since day one i was a man because they saw the bump in the crotch of my Abby Bominable costume. He also reveals that was a real and binding wedding, now of the 280 guests, the 3/4’s of whom are male will come up and masturbate and shoot their load at me, if they cant do that my dom tells them too piss on me. I sit there with tears of shame and embarrassment streaming down my face as his dad is the first to come up and shoot his load which splatters the warm gooey liquid all over my fake tit padded chest. Every single male guest takes at least two turns pissing or cumming on me while the females come up and stuff their used panties in any open in the dress they can (short sleeve openings and neck hole) while writing congratulations messages on any bare bit of skin they can. By the time everyone is done, I’m covered head too toe in cum and piss, my now husband then unties me and manoeuvres me onto my knees and removes the cock gag and pulls down his trousers. “Covered in all that cum! But the only cum that’ll ever be inside you is mine WIFE!” He says as i cry and beg him to set me free but he simply rams his cock into my mouth and forces his hips in and out until he shoots a massive sticky load down my throat.

3. Another fantasy is kidnapping and regression😅 I imagine that i go to perhaps my first womanless beauty pageant just to see what its like, i prance around in a beautiful A line pageant gown and by a miracle i Win 2nd place. However on my way out still all dressed up, a woman in her forties and her husband approach me, they shower me with compliments and tell me how I should have won, I politely humour them but go to leave only to feel her husband grab around my waist with one arm and holds a funny smelling hanky over my mouth and nose. Next thing i know, i wake up in a very pink very stereotypical and cliche girl’s bedroom, lying on the bed I slowly sit up realising I’m dressed in the strangest cloths. For 1 i can feel my cock is caged and my ass plugged, looking down i see i’ve been dressed in thick black tights, a just above knee length figure hugging skirt, Pink knee high ugg boots, then i notice I’m wearing a white shirt with what looks like a school tie, over the shirt is a black full length jumper with the words “Little Princess” written in pink sparkly font across the chest, looking at my hands i see long fake sparkly pink nails have been glued over mine and standing up look at myself in the mirror and realise a new red headed wig has been fastened to my head and been styled/curled, my eyebrows have been dyed to match and my makeup has been done like that of an early teen schoolgirl. As I study myself in shock, in walks in the man who knocked me out “aw Good morning sweetums, sleep well?” To which I angrily respond “who are you?! Where am I ? What the hell have you done to me?! And what the fucks going on!?” To which the man sits down and instantly drags me over his knee and begins smashing my ass super hard! As he doesn’t he lectures and borates me telling me how no daughter of his will ever use such foul language again. Once done spanking me, he sits me on his lap where he tells me to hug him and apologise! When i refuse he gets angry, sitting me on the bed he grabs thick shackles from the bottom drawer of the dresser and shackles my ankles together and wrists together before also shoving a ball gag in my mouth. Then picking me up he puts my arms over his head so I’m forced to hug onto him as he carries me downstairs, sitting me on the couch there stood in front of a chalk board is the woman who approached me. She sits a picture of a teenage girl we’re exactly what i’ve awaken wearing and with the exact makeup, eye colour and hair colour as i have now. She explains that this picture is me! She tells me that my name is Caitlyn and I’m a 12 year old girl who’s homeschooled! I shake my head and try to protest through the ballgag. Sitting down next to me she explains that Caitlyn grew up and left home at 18 because she grew to hate her weird parents so they decided to replace Caitlyn with someone whom they could make into a Caitlyn that never leaves. Confused i moan and try to say “but I’m a man” to which the woman explains its ok, in time they’ll pay to have me surgically transformed into an exact duplicate of 12 year old Caitlyn! The woman insists i clearly have to be transgender or I wouldn’t have done a womanless beauty paged! To which i try to protest but she ignores me, standing up she flips the board round to reveal a lesson all about Caitlyn and what i will need to do to emulate her at 12 years old! Naturally this fantasy could go on a lot more so feel free to ask to see more of whichever you want.

[dontfeeltoohot]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Wishing you a day as amazing as you are!!! :D also for a small prompt, someone/anyone running out of tissues!

Thank you friend!!!!

Steve swipes at his nose as he sits in the back of his English class, ready for the bell to ring and signify the beginning of the weekend. He’s been fighting this cold for a few days but it’s definitely a losing game now, as he sniffles wetly, over and over.

Usually he hates drawing attention to himself when it comes to this kind of shit, but he only has one tissue and it’s been demolished, now laying sadly in the trash can. There’s no box of tissues to be seen, so he sniffles again and presses the sleeve of his Members Only jacket against his nose as he listens to whatever Ms. Lingham is saying.

“Dude. Stop being gross.”

Turning, Steve looks to his right, where Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson is sitting, watching him with a bored and somewhat disgusted look on his face. His brown hair is curly and messy, his big brown eyes boring into Steve’s soul.

“What?”

“You keep sniffling. Blow your nose.”

“Can’t, don’t have a t-“ Steve breaks himself off when his breath hitches and his nostrils flare.

“EISHHhuh! hehIKSHuh!”

A couple people around him bless him. Munson, however, doesn’t. Instead, when Steve looks back up, he’s greeted with two-time senior grimacing, holding out a black bandana.

“It’s clean. Take it.”

A beat, and then Steve does, deciding he’d rather accept a bandana from Munson than have to deal with sniffling for another hour through class.

“If I get sick, it’s on you, because like…you’re absolute shit at covering Harrington,” Munson grumbles, but doesn’t actually look to upset about it.

“Yeah yeah, just an easy excuse for you to skip.”

Steve blows his nose and ignores the grimace of nearly everyone around him. Fuck it’s going to be a long hour.

[seasonofthewicth]

Rowaelin Month - Day 3

prompt: a secret relationship

extras: multiple povs

cw: one very brief mention of nsfw topics

word count: 3k

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Fenrys knows his friends think of him as the joker of the group, and yeah he is hilarious, but there’s more to him than that. He can read the room, can pick up on the subtleties of whichever of his friends might need one of his jokes more than others on any given day. It’s a skill that makes him observant, watchful of people, and he notices things.

He’s not sure if Rowan and Aelin think they’re being subtle, and he’s not sure which of his other friends have picked up on the same things he has, but he’s pretty sure Aelin and Rowan are sleeping together.

He’s not completely sure, he doesn’t have any concrete evidence and they still act normally in the group, but he knows what he saw on the night of Elide’s birthday. He and Rowan have lived together for years and Aelin has crashed at theirs any number of times before but, until that night, she’d never emerged from Rowan’s bedroom the morning after wearing one of his t-shirts.

The material had completely drowned her. The short sleeves had hung to her elbows and the hem had been well down her thighs. She’d seemed somewhat… sneaky as she’d crept into their kitchen in search of coffee.

He knows not to read too much into things, friends share clothes all the time. He’s lost many hoodies to the collective wardrobe owned by their group of friends and he’s still pissed at Lorcan who he knows still has his The Cadre t-shirt from the gig they had attended a few years ago.

What Fenrys also knows is that friends don’t stand at the kitchen counter, holding the neckline of their friend’s shirt to their nose and grinning like an idiot.

He needs to speak to Aedion.

Elide has been friends with Aelin for years and that is more than long enough to know she’s almost always guaranteed to be late to their coffee dates. She’s not bothered, it gives her a few extra minutes to sip away at her own coffee reading her book with the general hum of the coffee shop lulling her into a comfortable rest.

It’s not long before her friend breezes into the coffee shop, the bell above the door ringing and signalling her entrance. It’s very Aelin, her entrance. The wind sweeps in fluffing her golden waves and her steps are full of purpose as she strides towards Elide.

“Sorry I’m late.” Aelin all but throws herself into the seat opposite Elide, smiling a bright smile for the relatively early morning they’re sharing.

“Don’t worry about it,” Elide says, finishing off her final swig of her first coffee. “Want me to go and get our drinks?”

“No, Ellie,” Aelin says, waving her hand. “First one’s on me. I was late, I’ll make it up to you.”

Aelin squeezes her hand before breezing back out of her seat.

She’s back only a couple of minutes later, finally relaxing into the large armchair she occupies. “So, what’s new with you?”

“Nothing much,” Elide shrugs. “Work is tough but nothing I didn’t expect.”

“I’m sure you’re smashing it,” Aelin says with a grin, then places her hand against her chest. “My little Elide, registered nurse taking the world by storm.”

Elide smiles, it feels good to hear those words, after all the sleepless nights and sweat and tears she’s finally where she wants to be.

Aelin continues, “You’re not pushing yourself too hard are you?”

“No,” she says and it’s the truth. “And even if I was, Lorcan is being wonderful.”

Aelin fake gags and Elide shoots her a mostly joking glare. “I find that hard to believe.”

“He is,” she says, thinking of the bath he had drawn her the night before and the massage he’d given her when she complained of her feet aching.

Aelin shifts in her seat as she nods along and the neck of her t-shirt slips down to reveal the ghost of a hickey on her friend’s collarbone. Elide raises an eyebrow.

Aelin looks down before grinning wickedly.

“Anything new with you?”

Aelin’s answer is interrupted by the arrival of their coffees in the hands of a handsome waiter.

“A large mocha,” he says and Elide raises a hand, “and a large cappuccino with cinnamon.”

Aelin raises her own hand. The waiter sets their drinks down, his eyes lingering on Aelin for a minute before he slowly backs away.

“Enjoy,” he says, his eyes still locked on Aelin. “Let me know if you need anything.”

He turns with a wink and Elide raises her other brow at her friend.

“Are you going to get his number?”

Aelin shakes her head. “Not today.”

Elide hums a response before leaning forward in her seat. “Why? You’d usually be all over someone like him, he’s exactly your type. Tall, muscular without being jacked, his curly brown hair, cheeky smile…”

She trails off when Aelin cracks a smile. “I guess I’m just not feeling it today.”

Elide wants to ask why again, she honestly might go over and get the guy’s number for her friend, when Aelin changes the subject rapidly.

“Are you going to Rowan and Fenrys’ later?”

Elide doesn’t process the change of topic until a little later on, once a couple more pieces have slotted into place. Eventually she’s pretty sure she’s worked out why Aelin didn’t want the cute coffee guy’s number.

She needs to speak to Lorcan.

Lorcan Salvaterre doesn’t like Aelin Galathynius.

He tolerates her at best for the sake of the rest of their friends but that said, he still probably wouldn’t want to see her hurt.

When Lysandra puts the message in the group chat-At the hospital with Aelin, dw they think it’s just a sprain-he reads it, absently thinks how he probably hopes she’s okay, and moves on with his day. He’s on his way to meet Rowan at the bar and if anything, Galathynius would want them to raise a toast in her honour.

What Lorcan doesn’t expect is the restless jittering of his best friend’s leg beneath the table, sloshing precious droplets of beer onto the table that his friend doesn’t even seem to notice.

“What’s the matter with you?” he asks as he slides onto his seat opposite the silver haired man.

“Nothing,” Rowan says quickly but his leg keeps up the restless pace.

Lorcan signals to the bartender for his own beer and turns back to Rowan. “Dude, chill out. There’s clearly something up with you and I’m not having you spill my pint.”

Rowan finally notices the state of their table and stills his leg. “Sorry,” Rowan says, using some of the beer mats scattered across their table to mop up the spill.

Now Lorcan really is confused. Usually Whitethorn would cuss him out over apologising. He doesn’t really know what to say.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he ignores it as Rowan lurches for his own phone. He reads whatever’s on the screen then scowls and locks it again, placing it face up on the table. His knee begins bouncing again.

“You’re being weird,” Lorcan announces.

“Fuck off,” Rowan says and there’s the Whitethorn he knows and loves.

Lorcan opens his mouth to speak again but his phone buzzes and Rowan again lurches for his own. He chews at his lip as he reads whatever’s on the screen and so Lorcan bothers to dig his own phone out of his pocket.

It’s the group chat. He has a couple of unread messages, just Aedion and Elide expressing their concern for Galathynius as expected, nothing exciting. He locks his phone and places it on the table in front of him, watching Rowan for his next move. He’s definitely being weird and Lorcan has no fucking clue why.

His phone buzzes again and the screen lights up with the latest message. It’s Galathynius, he can tell from the stupid crown profile picture she has.

I’m alive, her message reads, just a sprain but I’m gutted bc I wanted a cast so you all could sign it.

Rowan is on his own phone when Lorcan looks back up, he’s tapping away but Lorcan doesn’t see any messages from him in the group chat. His knee has stilled under the table and Lorcan swears there’s something that looks like relief on his face. Relief? As if there was ever any danger of Galathynius not being fine.

Wait.

“Why the fuck are you so worried about Galathynius?”

Rowan’s eyes narrow and he carefully tucks his phone back into his pocket.

“I’m not,” he says but it sounds somewhat like a question and Lorcan isn’t convinced.

Until he decides he doesn’t give a shit enough to ask any more questions, Whitethorn seems back to normal and if Galathynius being fine is the reason for it he can think about it later.

And probably speak to Fenrys.

Aedion is drunk.

Like truly and utterly wasted.

So far a good night.

The rest of the group are somewhere dispersed around the bar but he’s happy here, tucked up in their booth, resting his head against the cushioned velvet while the room spins around him. He’s pretty sure Aelin is still in the booth with him and it might be Rowan with her but he’s too lazy to open his eyes to check.

He can hear the pounding base of a song he doesn’t recognise and he could fall asleep right here, somehow lulled to sleep by the beat and the volume of alcohol he’s consumed.

He doesn’t mean to listen to Aelin and Rowan’s conversation, even though he’s pretty sure it’s not intruding if they know he’s sat right there, but pieces of their conversation spike his attention.

“You don’t want me to stay at yours tonight?” he hears Aelin ask and Aedion is intrigued.

Lysandra is out tonight so Aelin has a safe ride home with her roommate and no need to crash at Rowan and Fenrys’ apartment.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to.” Rowan’s voice is low and hard to hear over the music. “But Fenrys is out with us and if I say I want to leave he’ll join me, then you know he’d ask questions.”

Aedion from tomorrow is screaming at him to pay attention to this conversation and so he keeps his eyes closed to try and listen in. He’s almost holding his breath to try and hear their voices over the noise of the bar.

They’re quiet for a moment and he’s so tempted to crack his eyes open.

“I know,” he finally hears Rowan say. “I’m sorry, Fireheart. We will.”

Hearing the term of endearment drop off Rowan’s lips is too much, it’s weird, he didn’t realise the two of them were close enough for Rowan to know about the nickname his cousin has. He risks opening one of his eyes to just a thin slit.

He’s not ready for what he sees.

Aelin is tucked under Rowan’s arm, resting her cheek on his chest. Rowan’s chin rests on the top of his cousin’s head before he softly presses his lips to her hair.

Aedion has many questions. He immediately closes his eye. He’s drunk, he can’t trust his eyes.

He hears rustling and then definitely his name from his cousin but it doesn’t sound like she’s talking to him.

Then, “Aedion.” Rowan’s voice has him blinking his eyes open and lifting his head from the booth.

They’re separated now, sitting with a couple of inches between them on the seat. Maybe he didn’t see them cuddled up a minute ago, he’s not sure.

“Drink this.” Rowan is holding out a glass of water, his tone leaving no room for protests.

“Hey,” he hears how slurred his voice is and catches Aelin’s laughter. “Thanks bro.”

Aelin puts her face in her hands. Rowan doesn’t crack, just waves the glass of water in front of him. He reaches out to grab it but he can see more than one of his hand reaching for the glass.

“Gods,” Aelin says, looking at Rowan. “Maybe you should take him home.”

“I will,” Rowan agrees quickly, looking at her softly and Aedion has about a million more questions. “I’ll get him to drink this first.”

Aelin nods and he finally manages to take a hold of the water and downs it in about a minute. Rowan slides out of the booth and holds a hand out to Aedion. He lets his friend tug him up and begins his stumble to the exit.

He feels Rowan pause behind him and catches the words, “meet you at yours afterwards.”

He manages to spin and see Aelin smiling as she leaves the booth too. He doesn’t bother to think about it, he probably won’t remember tomorrow.

He’ll ask Lysandra.

Aelin’s hand is clammy where she holds Rowan’s.

It’s the only sign of the nerves she feels, this conversation has been brewing for a while, and regardless of their friends’ reactions she’s happy with Rowan. Honestly, it’s only been about a month in total since that one night for Elide’s birthday that changed everything, but she thinks she might be falling for him.

She can’t believe she thought he was a dick when they first met. Well, she supposes he is a dick. One of the first things he ever said to her was that she was a spoiled brat but, in his defense, she’d just called him a stuck up bastard.

Now though she loves the thrill of his quick mind. Loves the way he can tease and taunt her until she’s trembling beneath him and about a second away from begging. She loves the soft kisses he presses to her hair when he knows she’s had a bad day, she loves when he comes back from work with a slice of chocolate hazelnut cake under his arm because he knows it will make her smile.

What she doesn’t love is keeping this a secret from all of their best friends. It started out as embarrassment, after they slept together on Elide’s birthday she didn’t know what it was, didn’t know if they’d just fucked everything up, didn’t know if their friendships were about to implode.

But then it happened again, and again and again, until it’s four am and she’s pressing her lips to his one last time so she can sneak out without Fenrys noticing and be home before Lysandra wakes up.

The sneaking around was hot at first. His hand over her mouth holding in her whimpers as he fucked her on the couch he shares with Fenrys, when he slid the pillow between her bedframe and the wall when Lysandra had texted asking if she could hear that weird banging noise, all the times they had cut it a little too close. But now, it’s exhausting.

She wants to be able to hold Rowan’s hand and kiss him without the wariness pooling in her stomach and she knows he feels the same.

“Guys,” she says loudly to the room filled with their friends. Rowan squeezes her hand where they’re hidden beneath a couch pillow. “We have something to tell you all.”

Five pairs of eves pivot to her and she swallows.

“Rowan and I are… dating,” she says slowly, as though she’s unsure of how the words will go down.

There’s a beat of silence before their friends erupt.

“I knew it!”

“I fucking told you they were.”

“Pay up you bastard.”

Lorcan scowls, pulling out his wallet and Aelin blinks. She did not expect this.

“Wait.” Lorcan holds up a hand. “Before I hand over any cash we need details. Dating or in a relationship? How long have you been dating? Who asked who? Who started this? Most importantly; when?”

She looks to Rowan who’s green eyes reflect her own bewilderment.

“Um,” he starts unsurely, “we’re in a relationship.” He punctuates this with another squeeze of her hand and she grins. The feeling of his fingers linked through her own spreads warmth up her arm before settling in her chest. “It started a few weeks ago.”

Her friends are all leaning forwards, still waiting.

“When exactly?” Lysandra asks. “Like what was the date?”

“Well, the first time was the night of Elide’s birthday.”

Fenrys launches himself out of his seat. “I fucking told all of you.” He holds his right hand out starkly in front of him. “Pay up all of you, I was right.”

There are complaints and grumbled protests but Fenrys ends up with a handful of twenties and Elide a couple of notes herself.

“Wait,” Aelin says, brushing a hand across her forehead as if this will somehow clear it up. “You guys bet on us?”

That seems to still the commotion coming from the other side of the room.

It’s Aedion who speaks. “Yeah,” he says in a way that sounds like duh. “You didn’t think you were subtle did you?”

“Kind of,” Rowan says eventually, leaning forwards to brace his elbows on his knees. “We weren’t obvious. And none of you ever seemed to let on.”

“Bro, are you serious?” Aedion laughs as Elide and Lysandra snicker.

“You seriously thought we never knew?” Lysandra sounds as baffled as Aelin feels. “All those texts I sent when I knew he was over? All the mysterious unnamed hook-ups on nights you and Rowan both disappeared together? All the times you’d think you were subtle but your lipstick would be on his neck? We have been waiting for this.”

She’s laughing and Aelin feels a bubble of laughter in her own throat. She can’t believe it. It had seemed to reach a point of obviousness but none of them had ever commented.

“I can’t believe you all knew,” she cries burying her face in her hands as Rowan slings an arm around her shoulders and pulls her in close. “Why did none of you say anything?”

“It was against the rules of the bet,” Fenrys says seriously and Rowan uses his other arm to dig his bicep, his laughter rumbling in his chest beneath her.

She smiles into the fabric of his shirt as the group erupts again, bickering over who knew first and who knew the most. Aelin doesn’t care, it’s gone better than she could have imagined and she has Rowan and her friends and she loves them.

A secret relationship no longer. It feels good.