#how long until the “wellllll if the right idea came around” turns into

[stevethehairington]

that (inevitable) moment in fandom where you go from "oh, no, im just going to read for this pairing/fandom, i don't see myself writing for it!" to "wellllllll, if the right idea ever came to me....."

[just-a-quirkless-loser]

Dusting Of The Dust 🧤🧤

Idea came from @moodyvoid

Alpha Shigaraki x F! Omega Reader

Words: 2.1K

Summary: Shigaraki is your alpha-a very protective, possessive alpha

Tenko is something different. He takes being your alpha as his top mission. To be with you and guard you is his life’s reason. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he let anything hurt you. That being said, he can be overbearing.

“Omega, stay still. You know you have to be still for me to do this.”

“I can’t help it,” you give him your puppy eyes. “It tickles.” He just sighs and smiles. He can’t help but love you no matter what.

Shigaraki was helping you pull on your overalls (he has no idea why you’ve fallen in love with the horrid fashion; his words not yours) so he could take you to the mall for a day of pampering.

Lately, he’s been even busier than usual with the league. It’s been months since he has been able to spend some quality time with you so, he wants to make this day as perfect as possible.

“What am I going to do with you?” He looks down at you with his crimson eyes softened.

“Love me and give me cuddles?” You lift your hands to frame your face like an angel.

“Oh I don’t know,” he teases as he picks you up. Your breath hitches when his teeth catch your scent glands, his chapped lips lightly scrapping you. “You’re so quiet. Why?”

“You’d be quiet too if someone was turning you on like this,” he chuckled. Sometimes, you can be so brash.

“Get ready to go,” he lets you down and walks out of your room to wait in your living room. He’s taken an interest in staying in your home since he doesn’t like bringing you to the hideout (despite how much a bond Hans formed among the villains, he can’t bring himself to allow them to see you).

“I’m ready,” you run from your room with sneakers on your feet. You catch a glimpse of Shigaraki petting a picture of you and you blush slightly. Even though he’s a mean bastard to the world, you know you have his heart; that’s all that matters to you. “You’re wearing that?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Tenko looks down at himself anxiously. He supposes he could’ve attempted to dress better but, he was just focused on your comfort that he couldn’t find it in himself to care about his.

“Nothing,” you walk up to him and grab his hand. He’s wearing a black hoodie and jeans (he’s forgone the signature hand that he normally wears to keep from drawing attention) with a glove that only covers one of his fingers. You place a kiss on his palm, making direct eye contact. He’s driven into small insanity, part of him wanting to take you back to your bedroom and show you how much he loves you.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Kiss your hand?” He nods. “Because I love you. I know you’re always afraid you’ll accidentally hurt me but, I know you’ll never do anything that could put me in harm's way.”

He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, just takes you by the hand and leads you out the door and to the nearest massage parlor. He knows he can never tell you how much you’ve made him happy but, he hopes his actions can show you.

“Are you sure you’re okay with sitting here the whole time?” You asked before you had to enter the clothing room to take off your clothes.

“Yes. For the hundredth time, yes. Can you just get undressed?”

“I remember you asking me that question wayyyy nicer yesterday,” you wag your eyebrows causing him to push you into the room to hide his inflamed cheeks.

You giggle as you walk to your designated locker and remove your clothes, wrapping the robe around your body after you take a quick look at your assets. What can you say? You love adoring yourself.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki was waiting in the massage room with the lady that was setting up the oils. He watched her like a hawk, hands scratching at his neck. Shigaraki knows you wouldn’t want him to lose his cool but, he can’t stand the thought of someone else’s hands on you. He’d rather be at your house playing video games with you in his lap yet, he’s here.

“Do you have to...touch her?”

The woman startles and drops a bottle of oil on the floor. She recovers but, she’s shaking as she picks up the bottle. “Well yes, sir that’s my job.”

“But, do you have to do it without gloves?”

“Sir, it’s a massage.”

“Yes, I know what the fuck it is. I’m paying for it,” the scratching gets more brazen.

“Sir, would you like another masseuse?”

“No-yes- fuck just, if you touch my girl anywhere I don’t like, you won’t be touching anything anymore,” he continues to scratch till you walk in. He slumps in his seat to hide his neck because he knows it’d make you upset to see what he’s done to himself.

“You okay, Shiggy?” You notice he’s slouching as you lay down on the massage table, your s/c skin showing to the crack of your ass.

“Yes, baby. Just talking to the lady,” you quirk your brow.

“The lady has a name, Hand Man,” he rolls his eyes. The conversation is dead and the tension falls but, Shigaraki can’t help but tense when the woman’s hands touch your body. He wants to get up and rip her from your body but he knows he cant. He promised you a normal, perfect day and he’s pretty sure disintegrating a person isn’t either of those things.

He wants to yell as you moan underneath the woman’s hands, pick you up and run you away from her and into the comfort of your own world, fuck you until the only thing you can moan is his name.

“Shiggy, are we still going to the mall after this?” He’s broken from his thoughts of his hands wrapped around your delicate throat.

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“Just checking. I know your busy with your job and we’ve already spent a good deal of time here.”

“My job isn’t anywhere near important when it compares to you. I told you I was going to pamper you and that’s exactly what I intend to do,” the lady awws.

“That’s so sweet,” Shigaraki gives her a death glare. “Okay, your time is up. You can always book another appointment at the front desk. Have a great day,” that lady scurried out of that room as quickly as she could.

“Did you say something to her before I came in?” You sit up, breasts showing. Shigaraki.exe has stopped working. “You shouldn’t be mean to people that are doing their job. It’s not polite. Shiggy? HandMan? TENKO. ALPHAAAA PAY ATTENTION AND STOP STARING AT MY TITS.”

“It’s not my fault they’re out. They’re so perfect. Makes me want to,” he’s in front of you as he leans down to swipe his tongue across your left nipple. You whimper as his other hand kneads your other nipple. The leather of his gloves feels wonderful on your smooth skin. “Looks like you want me to do it.”

“Aht aht aht, we still have a full day of shopping till you get to touch me,” you scurry away before he can catch you. Wetness slides down your thigh, making your panties run against your clit with almost every step on the way out. You redressed, knowing your alpha would be able to smell your arousal.

“Aww, someone’s wet.”

“Fuck you, dusty,” it’s silent till you get to the mall. The mall has loud roars every few minutes as the noise is in full swing during the daily rush. Your alpha keeps pulling you even closer to him, lowly growling at anyone who he deems gets too close.

“Alpha, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he’s being curt and you want to pull him away from the mall but, you know that would only bother him further.

You end up in a small boutique in one of the corners of the mall by the name of ‘Kimochi.’ It’s almost as if the entire shop was splattered by a purple bomb with the purple stains floors and lavender painted walls. The racks are silver and there’s white trimming in some areas.

“How’d you know I wanted to come here?” Tenko just smiles as he pushes you further into the shop. You run off to look through the clothes and Shigaraki just stands back to observe you. You look ethereal as you buzz around energetically, your skin looking clear as ever and your eyes lit with a certain happiness that he only sees when the two of you are alone.

He patiently waits to the side of the store as you examine each clothing item, occasionally bringing them up to your body to see if they would fit. You’d given up asking Shigaraki for his approval a long time ago since he always tells you you’d look good in anything (although, there have been a few times that he’d disintegrate whatever he didn’t like).

“Ahhh another Omega. How was your shopping?” A beta attendant was at the counter waiting for you to check out. Your nose shriveled at the mention of your second gender but, you pushed the feeling away and chalked it up to happenstance.

“It was perfect. I love this boutique so much. Here’s my card,” you try to push the card over the counter discretely so Shigaraki wouldn’t see. You’re pretty sure it costs plenty of money to run an entire organization so, this is the least you can do to help your alpha.

“Are you sure? I’m sure your alpha would rather pay for your things,” The attendant looked over at Shigaraki. “On second thought, maybe it’d be best if you paid.”

“What is it you’re trying to insinuate right now? That my alpha can’t provide for me?” You lean over the counter, ready to punch the lady in the face.

“Well, look at his clothes. They’re not the best,” you growl and pounce only to be stopped by your alpha’s arms around your waist. He’s lowly snarling, teeth bared.

“What’s the problem, Omega?” He rubs his hands over your body to ensure you’re fine. “Do I need to handle this?”

“No. This lady was just pushing me a bit too far,” you snatch your stuff off the counter and get ready to walk out with your clothes without paying. Why would you pay after this?

“So, you can’t pay either?” Shigaraki snaps his neck when he turns to face her.

“Omega, what is she referring to?”

“Wellllll,” you blush and look away. You know once he deals with the woman, you’ll be in trouble for trying to pay. “I just wanted to pay for the clothes myself and the woman implied that I was paying because you don’t have the money to do so. Then, I got mad and you came over.”

“Didn’t I tell you I would pay?” He glares down at you. “Why would you try to pay and I told you I would? Are you trying to be disobedient to your alpha? Disobedient to me?”

“I just wanted to help you,” you said in a small voice. “I know the league is expensive.”

“Nothing is too expensive for you. Now, go wait outside while I deal with her,” he pats you on the head, turns you around, and gently pats your butt towards the exit.

Needless to say, while you were outside the store patiently waiting on a chair while swinging your feet beneath you, Tenko was inside gripping the life out of the woman’s face, gloves thrown to the side somewhere in a haphazard attempt to strangle her.

“You should’ve just kept your mouth shut,” Shigaraki grinned as he leaned down to the woman’s ear. “Now, I’ll have to show you what happens when you disrespect my omega.”

“No, no, pleaseeee NO PLEASE. I HAVE KIDS PLEASEEE,” it was too late. The woman’s face was already beginning to decay away, dust coating his hand as he smiled at the woman’s body.

He walked out, the body behind him as he was tugging his gloves on. You noticed a bit of dust on his hoodie so you gently dust him off once he gets close enough for you to touch.

“Did you kill her?”

“Yes. No one. And I mean, NO ONE, disrespects my omega,” you blush. “Now, C’mon, Omega. We’re going home. You still need to be punished,” you gulped and grabbed Tenko’s hand, letting him lead you to your future.

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[itsmeevie01]

Bio!Dad Bruce Day 11-The (Vigilante) Talk

Over Thanksgiving, Marinette has happily settling into her room at Wayne Manor. Alfred had welcomed her with a smile and Tim had wrapped her into a hug. Dick had talked excitably at her and Bruce had called a welcome as he made his way in form work. The family didn’t realize how much noise they were making until a small boy stormed down the stairs. His face was pulled into a scowl and he had a katana gripped tightly in his hand. When he came face to face with Marinette, the little boy snarled. She looked at the 10-year-old and smiled at him. “hi! You must be Damian! It’s nice to finally met you, brother.” The boy looked her over and turned away.

“tt” Although it wasn’t the overjoyed welcome that she hadn’t gotten from the others, the Parisian still felt like the greeting from the child was a complement.

“No. No way. The kid hates everyone! How did you get him to like you?” the shock in Tim’s voice made Marinette giggle.

“You know Tim, there is such a thing as kindness, you should try it sometime.”

“Little Bit!”

“Nettttttttttt you’re going to make Tim cry!”

“good, he deserves it! That little boy didn’t come here for you to go after him!”

“um…are we forgetting that the demon Brat tried to kill me? “Marinette smirked at Tim’s offense.

“nope!”

When the others had disappeared (gone on patrol) for the night, Bruce pulled his youngest daughter into one of the smaller sitting rooms. “Marinette, we need to talk.” The girl tensed before sighing.

“is…is this about the…altercation this spring?” Bruce nodded solemnly. He could see his daughter bracing herself. “are you mad?” the quiet question made him choke.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? Marinette, you handled everything so. Well. I just wanted to go over something that come into play with that…pastime.” His daughter furrowed her brow in confusion. “you and I are not the only vigilantes in the family. The others just haven’t told you yet.” Her face lit up in excitement.

“you mean…you mean my brother? And Cass? And Steph?” Bruce nodded at her questions.

“yes. The entire family. Here, in Gotham, we all abide by a code.” Understanding flooded her face.

“what is the code?” there were nerves in Marinette’s voice, but the way she took the information he was throwing at her made him proud. Taking a deep breath, Bruce broke down what he made all the rules he had his children abide by when in the field. Partway through, Tikki settled on Marinette’s shoulder to be a part of the conversation. When Bruce was done, he looked at the two, waiting for questions. The Kawmii hovered to be eye level with the teen and the duo started to talk back and forth in rapid fire. The language they were using was not one that he was familiar with, however.

Marinette glared at her Kawmii where she sat on her nose. “no.” the goddess of luck sighed but followed her chosen’s lead in switching out of the guardian language and back to English.

“Marinette. You don’t have to live by the archaic rules that Master Fu enforced. You saw what happened to him! I don’t want you to alone too!”

“Tikki, as much as I love you, and I love that you care, I am not alone. I have my dad; I have my parents in Paris. I have my brothers, my sisters, and my friends. Hell, even my partner has been fantastic! This needs to stay as. It. Is.” Bruce cleared his throat, cautious. He had seen what Marinette was capable of doing when she was truly angry, he didn’t need that rage leveled at him.

“Marinette is there more going on?” the little goddess of luck took advantage of his attention.

“Yes! Marinette is the Guardian now! She won’t tell Chat and she’s trying to do the work of an entire order by herself!” his daughter froze. His eyes narrowed as he studied her. Sure, Marinette had looked more tired, and yes, the girl had seemed more on edge. In his defense, Bruce mainly dealt with heroes and villain s outside of the office. The signs she had been showing were normal for that of a leader of a hero team when life went to the dogs. As he looked closer, Bruce noticed smaller signs that normally would go unnoticed. Tenser shoulders, paler skin. In fact, …

“Marinette…” Bruce paused. If he was right, then he knew how to help a little bit. If he was wrong, ALL of his daughters were going to eviscerate him. “Net, have you been eating? I know that when I start to get wrapped up in a case, I forget about basic needs. Sometimes I can loose entire weeks in the cave, subsisting on what Alfred brings me.” The 14-year-old had tensed, looking ready to defend herself or run if she had to. When Bruce mentioned his own habit, the teen had relaxed.

“I- yes. I do that too. Sometimes, Tikki isn’t enough to break me out of my thoughts. If there isn’t an emergency…” Bruce nodded in understanding.

“what does your partner do, when that happens?”

“wellllll”

“Marinette. For the love of all that is holy, please tell me that you know who each other are.” She flinched slightly at the change in his voice, before she fervently shook her head.

“the last guardian…he didn’t want us to know about each other. He didn’t want us to know more than strictly necessary, actually.” In that moment, Bruce saw red. Not only had this man thrown two teens into the fire and walked off, he had taken any form of support with him.

“Net, do you trust Chat Noir?” the noirette nodded.

“would you please take some advice?” she studied him before nodding hesitantly.

“when you two have the time, meet out of the suit. Know who each other are, and what each other’s downfalls are. Know how to help each other and how to keep the other in a space that is safe. It is so, so important to have someone to lean on. I have not only your siblings, but Alfred and the Justice League. I promise that if you need help, ever, I will do all I can to help. But you need someone on site. You need someone who understands nearby.”

“Is…is that why you have partners? So that if needed, you can step back?” the timidity in Marinette’s voice mad Bruce pause.

“Marinette are you present at every Alums attack? Even when your out of town?”

“I have to be. I…Ladybug is the only one who can fix everything afterwards. If I’m not there, people stay dead and business shut down and hospitals stay damaged and overflowing. If I’m not there, we don’t have any of our landmarks, any of the things that make Paris the city it is.”

“how are you getting back and forth? It takes too long to fly, right?” the younger vigilante hesitated and glanced at Tikki before pulling out a small jewelry box.

“I keep Kaalki's glasses with me. If there is an emergency, I teleport in, handle everything, and teleport out. I’ve been lucky so far, because no one has noticed.” There was a sound, as Bruce went to respond. When they turned, the two found Dick making his way into the kitchen, wearing a pair of joggers with his hair still wet. Marinette paused and put two and two together as she realized that her siblings must be getting back for the night.

When Dick stumbled into the kitchen at 3 am, he wasn’t expecting his little sister to still be up. Because of that, he had not fully changed back into his regular clothing. He had showered, of course. After flying over the city for hours though, the young adult was ready to go to bed. As he reached for a box of cereal and a bowl, he vaguely registered Bruce sitting at the counter. When Dick turned to see who was sitting besides his father figure, he froze. Sitting there looking completely unsurprised was- “Marinette.” He froze, he processed who was sitting at the counter, and exactly what time of night it was. “I. Um. Well…hi?” the sheepishness in his voice was clear. The younger noirette simply shook her head.

“early morning snack? I hadn’t realized how late dad and I had stayed up talking. I should probably head to bed so I can function in a few hours.” As the girl hopped up, Dick realized that Bruce looked…upset. Was…was Marinette using his interruption to get out of whatever conversation they had been having? If the girl’s blinding smile and small wave was anything to go by, the answer was most likely yes.

When Marinette joined the family the next morning at breakfast, her father raised an eyebrow at her from farther down the table. “did you sleep well after our unfinished conversation last night, Marinette?” Dick swung his gaze to look at her.

“so, I did interrupt something last night!” the guilty look Marinette flashed in his direction made him scoff. “sneak.”

“but I’m still your favorite, right?” he paused, considering her statement.

“you, missy, are on probation.” They laughed, before Bruce cleared his throat.

“After breakfast, you are coming to the office with me. We can talk on the way there. There is more to go over from last night.” The teen huffed and slumped into her chair but nodded all the same.

When the two were in the car, Marinette stared out the window. “what else is there to go over, dad?” the dejectedness in her tone made Bruce sigh.

“Marinette, hey,” he nudged her to get the girl to look over at him. “you aren’t in trouble. I just want to make sure that you are safe. I know exactly how hard this life is and I know how dangerous it is. I want to make sure that you are taken care of if anything happens.”

“I…I don’t know how to approach the idea of knowing who may partner is. We’ve lived in secret for so long, it’s hard to imagine a place where I can go to him outside of the suit. Or! What if he doesn’t like me without a mask on? I don’t want to hate him or have trouble working with him if I know him in real life and we don’t get along.” Bruce stayed silent, letting his daughter let her fears show through. Sometimes he forgot that the girl was nervous. She was always so confidant around him, that he forgot that she had a tendency to overthink.

“start slow. Explain to him that you met an older vigilante over some travels, and that you talked through some of your fears with them. Suggest meeting somewhere outside of the city to talk, and work form there. Find a place, together, where you can go and work on tracking down Hawkmoth. A base of sorts. Once you have the base work between yourself and your partner, ill send one of your brothers. I’ll send them under the guise of forming bonds with Ladybug and Chat Noir. With a man on the ground, I can help you in anyway you need. And,” here, Bruce shot her a small smile. “this way I wont be taking over. The Justice League isn’t taking over either.” Marinette hesitated, before nodding.

“I…I like that”

since i am a compleate chaotic mess, i decided to twist this topic a lil. that’ll probably happen tomorrow, too. that is, unless i decide to just use an alternate one. idk man, i have no plans at this point. everyhting is up to date on my AO3 account, wiht is under the same username, if you want to manuver over there, lol. ill add a link in the masterlist soon!

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Woven Control

AN: So this is a story I originally started back in ... what, February? long enough I don’t remember when, clearly ... based on a challenge put forth by @consensualhypnofics for more stories with explicit negotiation. I hope all y’all enjoy it. ~~

“So, how do you want this to work, then?”

“Well, Sir, I was thinking … so, the crochet project I’m working on is pretty straightforward, and just has two stitches repeated one after the other, over and over. And they lend themselves pretty well to having some sort of mantra - ‘I do not think. I must obey’ or something similar, maybe? - that I say in my head as I do them. Which also helps me keep track of which of the two I’m on if I get interrupted by anything in the middle of a row, as it happens. But if we came up with a set of suggestions that I was reinforcing with every repetition, well, brainwashing IS hot.”

“I see. And did you have any ideas of what sorts of suggestions you’d like having made such an integral part of you, slavegirl?”

“Wellllll, I know you like when I call you ‘Sir’ - it could be fun to have that be an automatic thing. It’s a fairly innocuous thing as well, so it’s unlikely to go too wrong. And, maybe - some sort of control-type suggestion, if there are any you can think of you’d enjoy? I’d want to be sure we limited it carefully, but it would be hot.”

“You have a habit of hiding when I compliment you, slavegirl, and I rather like being able to see your cute face. Would you be ok with being unable to hide your face when I - and only I - compliment you?”

“I … hm. Just an inability to hide, rather than any compelled response? That I’d be alright with, yes. Though - it would also be fun if I couldn’t remember why I’m unable to hide when you compliment me.”

“Thank you for taking the time to consider and clarify what you’re ok with, doll. I want to be sure that whatever we do is something you’ll enjoy as much as I do.”

“Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that, and it’s a large part of why I even brought the idea up in the first place.”

“Oooh, that gives me another idea. How would you feel about automatically thanking me every time I call you a good girl, doll?”

“That could be rather fun!”

“Then we have a plan. So, slavegirl, why don’t you just settle back against me and sleep.”

~~~~~~

¼ done

“So how’s the project going?”

���Pretty well! There are so many fewer stitches per row than the blanket I did last that it feels way faster than it probably is.” I smiled over at him, and as a moment of silence became two moments, felt like something was missing. “Sir.” I added, noticing how right that felt.

He grinned back at me “Good girl!”

“Thank you, Sir” I chuckled. “Huh, that’s more automatic than the regular use of ‘Sir’ is, that’s interesting.”

“Is it really, slavegirl? You and I both know how much you love being called a good girl - crave it, even. So of course you thank me for providing what you crave.”

“Fair point, Sir.” I picked up my yarn and crochet hook and continued the work.

“Aw, look at how eagerly you brainwash yourself for me. Say your mantra for me as you work, until I tell you to stop.”

“I cannot think. I must obey. I cannot think. I must obey.” The words came out automatically as I worked, each phrase feeding into the next the same way the stitches did. And with every repetition, I could feel everything else falling away slowly, until I had to wake myself up at the end of the row - just enough to turn the crocheted part over and start the next row before falling back into a gentle trance.

“You can stop repeating out loud, slavegirl. Let it echo around that beautiful, empty head of yours instead.”

“Yes, Sir.” I said, feeling myself blush at the compliment but too mindless to do anything but accept it as I worked.

When I shook myself awake to take a break from the work next, an hour had passed and I had a wet spot on my shirt from drooling. “Ha-” my voice rasped and I had to take a drink from the mug I was handed. “Thank you, Sir. Having fun?”

“Very much so, slavegirl. Are you feeling ok? You were at that quite a while.”

“I’ll be fine after some more tea, Sir. Thank you for thinking of it.”

“Of course! I have to take proper care of you, if you’re going to trust me to the point of weaving my words into your brain like this.”

“It isn’t exactly weaving, I’d need a loom for that.” I stuck out my tongue as I curled against him. “Sir.”

“How automatic is that now?”

“Eeeeeh, not really automatic as much as it feels … right … to include it, Sir. But it’s still mostly a deliberate choice. Though you calling me ‘slavegirl’ helps, somewhat.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, slavegirl. But if you’re done brainwashing yourself for the moment, can I check in with your brain on the parts you don’t remember?”

“of course, Sir.”

“Then be a good girl and go blank.”

~~~~~

⅔ done

It was nice, curling up under a blanket, with soothing TV on, working on a crochet project. It looked so much more normal than it really was. As I took a break to stretch, I grinned at how much care I’d put into both the project and the associated brainwashing.

“Y’know, Sir, it’s a good thing this is a solid color. The way I zone out, if there were stripes or other color changes I’d totally forget to include them.”

“Is that so, slavegirl? Or would you shift automatically just like your brain shifts off when I tell you to go blank?

“And coming back now, slavegirl, 3, 2, and 1.”

“Hmm? What… where did my shirt go, Sir?”

“I wanted my slavegirl’s boobs on display, so I removed it. You can have it back later, slavegirl.”

“That wasn’t what I asked, Sir. “ I stuck my tongue out at him to accent the playful tone. “I asked where the shirt went.”

“Even if I told you, doll, it would just slide right out of that pretty head of yours. I’m controlling you now, and I decided you don’t get to know where your shirt is.”

I shivered in pleasure at his tone. “As you wish, Sir.”

He grinned at me. “Do you even notice how easily you say ‘Sir’ now, doll? Or is it so automatic it just happens without you even being aware of it?”

“I…” I stopped to think. “I don’t think I notice most of the time, Sir. If I’m feeling particularly controlled, I’m aware of how much more controlled saying it makes me feel, if that makes sense?”

“It does. Good girl.”

I shivered and slipped to my knees, feeling too submissive to stay seated all of a sudden. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Oooh, the kneeling is new. I like it. Good girl, doll.”

I gasped this time, the pleasure of being his good girl overwhelming me a moment. “Thank you, Sir.” The words tumbled out without any intention, automatically reminding me that he even controlled how I reacted to his praise.

“Such a pretty toy for me, kneeling at my feet.” He reached out and toyed with my hair as I blushed and looked at the floor. “Even without me asking you to! Or are you just feeling so much like a slavegirl that you had no choice, doll.”

“I … it just felt right, Sir. I guess that means I’m mostly a slavegirl right now?”

“Good slavegirl. Why don’t you just keep your eyes open as you drop.”

~~~~~

I sighed in contentment as I set my crochet hook aside and pulled out a needle to weave in the last few loose ends of yarn. “I’m just about done with this, Sir.” I grinned up at him. “I guess this is where you say something about how weaving in the rest of the loose ends just solidifies your control?”

“I don’t think I need to, doll. I think my slavegirl already knows just how well my control is woven and fixed in her mind. Don’t you, good girl?”

“Yes, Sir, thank you Sir.” I squirmed at the confidence in his voice. “Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be fun to hear all the same, Sir.”

“Maybe, cutie, but wouldn’t it also be fun to think about just how much you’ve brainwashed yourself? How it’s your doing, not mine, that I have so much control over every part of your thoughts now?”

“Yes, Sir” I looked him in the eye as I blushed, so he could see just how his words were turning me on. “I like knowing you have that control.”

He grinned at me. “I know, slavegirl. I know how much you love not knowing what thoughts are your own and what thoughts I put in your head, too. Because you know, don’t you, that there’s something in all that brainwashing that you’ve forgotten, and if there’s one thing, how much else could there be?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” I squirmed even as I finished the last touches of the scarf I was making and put the needle away. “It’s hot to know that even the fact that being brainwashed is hot could have been your idea initially. It’s hotter to know that whatever you put in my head, I agreed to and yet still can’t remember what it is.”

“That’s a good slavegirl. Mantra.”

“I cannot think. I must obey.”

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“And how does it feel to know that even though you’re done brainwashing yourself for now, that mantra is so woven into your thoughts that you say it automatically, unthinkingly, any time I ask, doll?”

“It’s really hot, Sir.”

“Not as hot as you, doll, but I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

I blushed, but found myself unable to drag my attention away from his eyes. “T-thank you, Sir.” I squirmed a little more as I felt so held in place by the warmth and dominance in his gaze. “The scarf is for you, Sir, if you’d like it” I offered it to him. “So every time you wear it, it can remind both of us just how much control I’ve given you.”

“Thank you, doll.” He bent down and gently kissed me. “Now why don’t you be a good slavegirl and sleep.”

[captainjimothycarter]

Steggy + sweater weather

This is not what you wanted OP and I am so so sorry. I don’t know where this came from. This is for @womenarethesequel. They didn’t ask for it, I just saw they wanted Hurt/Comfort and wellllll....

Cue Steve going back to shortly after his death instead of 1949.

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Peggy’s bottom lip trembled as she picked up the folded sweater from where it laid in the contents of her suitcase. Everything in her life, in Steve’s life, had been combined to one small suitcase with its frayed corners, broken handles, and busted wheels. 

Everything she had left to remember Steve by laid in this suitcase. Things the public would never come to see, things that not even behind closed doors of the SSR will know, and perhaps even the Howling Commandos.

Though, the last one was a huge might.

The only other person who could know, now laid dead too. Having died just weeks ago before Steve’s frozen grave.

This was her first time in Brooklyn, a place she will be forced to call her home, a place she’d never get to know through Steve’s eyes, but through what memories she’s had of him. This is a place that she will make her own because she has to because the world has left her no choice.

If the world has a lesson it wants to teach her, then it’s doing so. She’s been stripped from all those that she holds dear to her heart. From Michael, her brother, having died shortly after her engagement party. Where he was not supposed to be at all, where he broke protocol just to surprise his little sister, and give her the unwanted advice she didn’t know she needed.

Where their last words had been hateful spite between them in a yelling argument that caused him to storm out of the house and never to be seen again. His letter will arrive a week later with his apology and reluctant dedication to her new to-be husband.

A day before the men in suits will arrive, where she will leave behind her wedding dress, and a mother left waiting.

The world has told her she is to hold no lovers, no person close to her heart. They have stripped her of a friend she didn’t know she needed. Of James Barnes, someone who’d never replaced Michael but could be close to her in that sense.

Someone who made her smile despite the world was crashing around them. Reminded her that she too was human and invaded her personal space when she didn’t want a soul near her.

His death had broke that facade in her and the only other person who’d seen past the cracks…

His sweater, the cream-colored, handknitted, aged, and soft sweater, that still lingered with just a hint of his musky, spicy scent laid in her hands. 

The tears burned Peggy’s eyes as she held the sweater to her face and crushed it against her chest, taking in a deep breath of dust and the scent of Steve to calm herself down. 

It will do no good to cry. She’s cried far too much recently, in private of her own quarters, when no one was looking at her. No one except Howard and the few times Phillips had seen her.

She never quite found the words to thank the man when he handed her an unmarked file in their cleanup of the office. Tucked into the contents of the file was something that shouldn’t be there. Steve’s photo.

Colonel Phillip’s way of telling her that he’s sorry for her loss and while he can’t outright say it, he understands loss as much as anyone. 

He’s had a family at one point, she’s learned through his drunken tales. A wife, two sons, a little girl. She doesn’t need to ask what happened to them, Peggy can read it in the lines of his face, the way his eyes will watch a little, blonde girl skip across the street with her mother, the way he plays with the wedding band that he’s never without.

He knows loss as much as either of them, if not more. 

In a way, she’s almost jealous. At least he had time, Steve and her? They’d only just begun.

And it’s selfish that thought, she knows it is. It’s a bitter brew of hatred and guilt that’s always bubbling just under the surface. That’s not her. That’s not who she should be. That’s not who Steve would want her to be.

What would he know? He’s dead.

They’d spent weeks on the Arctic before she was forced to come back to Brooklyn, Howard setting her up in a small flat under his name, promising someone named Jarvis will drop food off every day, while he’s gone until she’s back on her feet.

She almost didn’t take it, but Peggy realized she had no choice. She has no home to her name. Her mother had died at the start of the war, shortly after Michael’s death.

And it’s here, on this brand new bed that Howard had purchased for her, that she realizes she’s alone. 

Utterly and truly alone. 

The sob drags something deep, ugly, and dark inside of her. She doesn’t even feel it escape her lips. She feels it tug on her heart. She feels it shake her chest, the hot tear roll down her face. She cries into Steve’s sweater until she’s out of breath, face blotched red, and tears burning her eyes.

She cries until she can do no more but drag breath after breath, feeling her throat raw and aching, eyes raw from constantly wiping them.

She does the only sensible thing she can do and that’s to pull on Steve’s sweater, stuff the empty suitcase under the bed, and crawl under the covers.

She falls asleep to his scent, to the idea that he’s right there behind her, holding her close, the sound of October’s harsh weather, beating wind and rain against the window.

The days drag on by in a pattern that Peggy doesn’t even notice she’s fallen into. Every morning she wakes up, breakfast is under a tin covering outside her door. Some days its eggs and toast, other days its sausage and pancakes, or a variant of the few meals. She doesn’t eat much, more picks at it, until her appetite still comes back.

She goes to work at the SSR office, keeping her head down, ignoring the jabs, and jars of the fact she worked with Captain America. It’s a temporary office, this one in New Jersey until the one in Brooklyn opens up within the following week.

She’s looking forward to that week, a week of not having to go to work and face the public that’s still mourning Captain America’s loss. They’d never know. They’d never know the true pain that lays inside of her when she hears his name.

She goes to bed every night, wearing his sweater. It’s losing his scent and the terrifying thought fills Peggy of what will she do when it’s gone? There’s no way to get it back.

Half a week into her preparing to move to Brooklyn’s SSR office, Peggy finds herself awake in the middle of the night, after nodding off for a few hours on the couch.

The bed comes to be a place she can’t call home. Too large, too empty, too cold. The couch is comfortable because she can cocoon under a thick blanket, with the dying fire in the fireplace for light.

She’s confused as to what wakes her up, listening to the rain pounding on the window. It’s rained every night this week as if the world is telling her something.

That’s when she hears it, the sound of thunder when there is no lightning. It takes her frazzled brain a second too long to come to the realization that it’s not thunder but someone at her door.

Knocking-in three fast sets, followed by two, then four.

Her heart lurches to her throat.

That was...there was no way, no possible way. He was dead. He was dead and gone and Howard had even returned empty-handed. So how…?

Could her mind be playing tricks on her? Just exhaustion. Had to be a state of exhaustion and even as she thought it, Peggy couldn’t stop herself from touching the doorknob. The person on the other side, that thing is silent. She pressed her ear to the cool frame and nearly falls backward when the knocking starts again.

That’s when she hears it.

“Peggy.” 

This has to be a nightmare caused by her exhaustion. It has to be. Yet it sounds so real. She’d never forgive herself if she didn’t try.

Pulling the gun from the coffee table, Peggy slowly opens the door, the gun aimed at the figure in the doorway. It’s not until lightning streaks the sky that Peggy drops the gun with an audible gasp.

It’s him. It’s Steve.

It’s not her Steve, but it is him.

Her hand shakenly turns on the lamp to give him some light, taking one, two, three steps back until she almost falls over the ottoman and if it wasn’t for Steve’s quick reflexes, she would’ve had a hard ending. He catches her by her waist and uprights her and just as fast as he’s touched her, he lets go and stands with space between them.

Despite she holds no gun, his hands are up and the door behind them has shut. He’s soaked to the bone, she notes. His blonde hair flops in his face, his shirt is soaked through, to the point she can count his abs through his collard shirt. He looks stiff and nervous, the flowers in his hand are the ugliest, water drowned things she’s ever seen.

And yet, they couldn’t be more beautiful.

“I don’t...I don’t understand,” she breathed, lowering her hand from her mouth and trying to steal her emotions. “How-how are you…? Howard said you...he couldn’t…”

“He didn’t,” Steve said calmly and softly like he’s practiced this speech a hundred times over. He sets the flowers down as if it’s a weapon that lays between them and picks up her gun. He hands it back to her and that move alone, if Peggy has had any doubts on if this Steve is her Steve, it shows her that he’s hers.

“It’s a-a long story, Peggy. Can I come in? I promise I will answer every question you have but-but you have to let me finish talking, okay?” 

He’s certainly nervous, he’s stammering but there’s a sense about him, he’s more confident now. She can barely nod before he’s coming closer to her and instinct wise she backs up two steps.

Steve looks hurt, but keeps his distance, giving a timid smile. “I’ll put the kettle on, you sit, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” His face pinches at the expression and Peggy laughs, it’s taunt and tight, but it’s a laugh. “Wrong words, I know. Guess I always put my foot in my mouth around you.”

Fifteen minutes later, Steve’s in an old army issued shirt, his hair now dryer, with a mug of tea in his hands. Hers sits just in front of her, untouched despite Steve followed her rules to a T in making the perfect cuppa.

It’s unnerving how he’s sitting here on the couch, right beside her, and not touching her. That’s not the unnerving part. The unnerving part is that he’s here. Like he fits in this space, like he’s always fitted in here and belonged, and has been here the entire time.

Now that they’re both under better light, Peggy can make Steve out more. There’s graying hair at his temples. His shoulders sag as if he’s carried the weight of the world far one too many times. She can’t explain it but there’s a haunting look in his eyes, one that she’s seen in soldiers and herself, but Steve’s? It’s deeper, harder like he’s had to relive his worst day over and over and over again with no avail. 

Knowing Steve? He’s chosen to do so if it would save any other soul from the pain of having to do so.

“Howard didn’t find me,” Steve speaks up, looking down at the dark liquid in his mug, rather than at her. “I was found...roughly sixty-five or so years after I was frozen. The serum - it helped keep me alive, but it stripped me of all my strength. I had to learn how to function again, how to be a human being. It was like when I first got the serum, but slow instead of all at once. I had to learn how to walk, to often breathe at times, to gain muscle control over my own body. Not-not to mention my appetite, you always knew how hungry I was… I could barely stand to smell good, much less look at it. The exhaustion was the worst part, barely able to hold a conversation without...without passing out…”

Peggy wants to speak, she does. He looks at her as if expecting her to interrupt, but she doesn’t. She just gives him a polite smile to let him know she’s listening. Her hand slowly moves to touch him. Just a gentle tap on his shoulder, prove to herself he’s alive.

“I’m real, Peggy. I know it doesn’t seem like that, but I’m real. I don’t think…” He gives a hollow laugh to only a joke he knows the punchline to. “I don’t think anyone hurting this bad would be dead, but if there is a soul…” 

Out from the inside of his pocket, Steve pulls out the compass. She recognizes it at once, where he’s etched his initials into the backside. SGR. The thing is faded and rusted, the initials almost faded into the rust. When she opens it with shaky fingers, she sees her picture. It’s faded and barely recognizable, but it’s there.

This is her Steve.

She holds the cold compass close to her chest and looks up at him with wide eyes. It’s Steve’s turn to smile this time. 

“You see after they found me, I was able to...join or-or start...hell, I don’t even know anymore...I was with this team called the Avengers…”

And so Steve tells her the tale. This utterly ridiculous tale of how he joined the Avengers, how he leads them into great battle after battle. How they’ve saved the world countless times. How he joined SHIELD and tore it down from the inside out. How Sargeant Barnes is alive and under the product of Hydra. How the team saved the world one last time until they didn’t. Until they lost everyone…

Until Steve lost everyone and bore each and every soul lost as a weight on his shoulders that he was crushing under.

Until he, eventually lost her too…

Until they won it all back. Until time travel was invented until he saw her. Older, fiercer, yet leading Shield as a Director, commanding the men with such fierce abandonment of authority that they had no choice but to do as she says.

Until Steve had realized he still loved her. He’d never stopped. He’d fooled himself into thinking he was content. 

Until the end of the world’s battle came and they’d won so much, yet lost so much more.

Until he returned to her, with a promise of a new life on his tongue, and knowing just where he needs to be.

She wants to yell at him. She wants to even slap him for being late. She wants to run away from him and never return. This isn’t real. This has no way of being real and yet, it is.

It’s such an outrageous tale full of enough details peppered here and there that Peggy is forced to believe. Because it’s from Steve.

Because it’s a man whose so hurt and sickly and he can’t even see it himself. The pain he looks at her like her touch could heal a broken man, if even by an inch.

Peggy’s moving before she can help it. The sweater is off, revealing a slip and she slips it on over his body like she’s dressing a toddler. She kneels between his legs and takes his face in her hands. There are more lines than she remembers. He’s certainly older. This isn’t her Steve and yet, this is the Steve that came back to her.

“I’m not him,” Steve whispers as if reading her mind. “I can never be him again, Peggy. I can understand if you do not want me, but I-”

Her kiss shuts him up before he can put his foot in his mouth. He melts against her in a sense of relief that seems to flood them both. Her, for knowing and proving Steve is real and for Steve, proving that she still loves him.

“You are him. I love you, Steven, rather you are the man who’d gone into the ice or-or came back to me. I love you.” 

She shouldn’t trust him so easily. She should throw every single question at him from the book and make up a few of her own, run him through the wringer, but Peggy doesn’t need to.

Inside, she knows it’s Steve in the way he looks up at her with tears in his eyes and the way he clings to the hand that’s still on his face.

He’s desperate for human contact in a manner that not even he knows. 

“You’re home,” she whispers as their foreheads touch and even now she’s crying. “You came home to me, darling. You came home.”

“I did,” Steve whispers in response, wrapping her in his arms and tucking her face against the soft wool of the sweater. “And I promise I won’t leave again.”

“Good,” Peggy whispers despite the sob as he cradles her against his chest. “Because then I won’t forgive you if you take your sweater from me. It was the only thing - one of the only things I had…”

“I’ll wear them all for you,” Steve whispers, such a ridiculous notion that makes her heart lurch into her throat. Or it could be the fact he’s carrying her to the bedroom. “So you can remember me, if even for a second when we’re separated by just a minute. I’ll never let you be alone nor forget me again.”

Peggy can’t reply as she breathes Steve in. It’s him. The harsh, spicy scent that’s invading her nose, embedding on the sweater. It’s truly Steve and he was finally home.

[only-here-for-jatp]

Build-a-Band pt 7 The End

Just me tying up loose ends

Featuring: WILLEX <3, the boys playing with their bears like they’re seven, Juke, hotdogs

As always you can read on Ao3 here

But also below! ~2300 words

The boys poofed back to the studio hearts as full as their arms full of stuffed bears.

Luke and Alex were both jittery with anxiety. Luke hadn’t seen Julie hug her bear, but he also hadn’t seen her not hug her bear and he was growing very concerned at the prospect of when or if she’d hear the lyrics he’d poured into the heart. He hadn’t meant to offer a confession, hadn’t meant to reveal his feelings so blatantly.

What if she didn’t like the song? What if she didn’t like him? What if she didn’t get it and he was stuck in this nightmare limbo waiting for her to realize as she kept hugging and hugging the bear that they lyrics were about her???

Yup he was a ball of anxiety, but at least he wasn’t alone.

Every now and again Alex would shift onto the balls of his feet and then back down. His mind zipping down very similar avenues to Luke. He’d impulsively made a bear for Willie but what if Willie thought it was dorky and lame? Was it weird for a not-dating person to give another a teddy bear? What if he heard the message and didn’t feel the same way?

I mean. Alex was pretty sure Willie liked him? But the more and more it went around in his head the less sure he was that he was interpreting Willie’s actions correctly. I mean they could just be friends?

Reggie quietly noted his friends’ anxiety and while he had no idea why it was happening; he knew a surefire way to cheer them up. Luckily, it was also one of the things he was best at, distraction.

He held up Sir Reginald II, a name he loved and adored since it meant Julie remembered his story about Sir Reginald I, and in his best teddy bear voice ( which mostly turned out to be a weird falsetto) said “Hello there!”

Both anxiety ridden boys eyed him warily and Reggie took this as permission to move Sir Reginald II verrrryyy close to Luke’s face. “Have you seen my friend Lukas? He’s late for band practice.” Luke’s eyes widened and glanced between Reggie and Sir Reginald II as Alex let out a snicker. “Wellllll? Have you seen him?”

Luke let out a sigh, knowing Reggie wasn’t going to let him out of this. He pulled Lukas up in front of his face and mimicking Reggie’s voice as best he could responded. “Sorry Reginald. I didn’t mean to run late.” At this point Alex was nearly doubled over with silent laughter. The sight of Reggie’s face all lit up though made Luke warm inside and suddenly he knew their next move. He raised an eyebrow at Alex who discovered too late what Luke was planning.

Luke bounded over, put Lukas right into Alex’s face and asked “Have you seen my friend Alexander? I’ve been looking all over for him.”

Alex slowly backed away “I’m not doing this.”

A quick exchange of glances brought Reggie on board with Luke’s plan and soon Reginald and Lukas were chasing Alex around the study asking and asking about Alexander their best friend. It wasn’t until Alex tripped, falling onto the bed where Alexander lay (tucked in no less) that he gave in. He pulled Alexander out and in the same falsetto his bandmates used called “Who disturbed my nap!”

The three boys grinned and thus they were off.  They spent the rest of the day pretending with their new stuffies, reliving favorite moments of their life or pretending to play major stages around the world. They even took turns pretending to be Julie and reenacting some of their favorite moments with her.

In fact, the trio was having so much fun that Alex had forgotten about promising to meet Willie, who after waiting and growing concerned came looking for him. Willie stayed out of sight for as long as he could, watching the blonde-haired boy who he wanted to be around every second of every day laughed and joked with his brothers. Willie could feel the smile growing on his face at the sight of these three rock band boys kneeling on the ground miming arms and leg movements of stuffed bears while playing out scenes in funny voices.

However, his spying was up after Reginald and Lukas ganged up on Alexander (he’d long since figured out the names) in a hug pile and he burst into laughter.

All three boys heads whipped around suddenly very shy and sheepish at the thought that someone had been watching their antics over the last couple of hours. Alex turned nearly bright red, stammering out excuse after excuse for missing their plans and finding Willie here.

Willie turned to Alex with a soft smile. “Oh hotdog. You missed our plans AND y’all made bears for everyone except me and are having all this fun? My feelings are hurt.” He couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease Alex just a little. After all, he was incredibly adorable when flustered.

Luke and Reggie glanced at each other smiles growing wide as Alex grew even redder and began mumbling under his breath. In a move to both help and tease him, Luke and Reggie called out “Hey Alex, what is that you’re mumbling? Maybe you should say it louder.”

Willie tilted his head to the side in confusion as Alex took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to speak just a little louder. It was still barely audible, but Willie still caught it.

“I made you a bear”

Willie thought his heart was going to burst. He’d seen the bear-ified version of the band but as he glanced around the room he noticed a bear in a skater outfit off to the side. “You made me a bear?” Willie knew his voice was soft and he knew Alex liked him, but to include him in this little family of bears meant so much. He slowly moved toward the stuffie which had his signature tie dye and skateboard.

Alex began to ramble as Willie began a dedicated perusal of the bear. “I know it’s kind of lame, but I kept walking past it and it has two hearts sewn onto his chest and I don’t know something about its face reminded me of you and yeah it’s lame, you don’t have to keep it….”

Willie burst in. “No. I- I love it. Is it alright if he lives here though? I don’t want…”

“No, no, yeah totally.”

Willie’s head sprang up to look at Alex all of a sudden and a signature mischievous smirk filled his face. “Wait a second. You said there were two hearts sewn into the chest. Why would that remind you of me?”

Alex’s eyes widened as he shot looks to Reggie and Luke who had settled quite comfortably on the couch, bears in their laps to enjoy the show. They offered him an encouraging smile and a couple of nods. Alex gulped, took a deep breath and said as confidently as he could “It seemed kind of poetic. Since you.. uh… kind of… hold mine?” He hadn’t really managed for it to come out as a question, but he’d started to wince as if preparing for a negative reaction from Willie.

Instead, Willie wrapped himself around Alex in a fierce hug, never letting go of William. “You hold mine too Alex.”

Alex being too surprised, didn’t hug back right away, but with a squeaky “wait really??” he hugged on so tight that if either of them needed to breathe, they would probably be worrying about it. The two had started to jump around a little making happy noises while Reggie and Luke beamed.

The hug had barely broken apart when Julie joined them in the studio with a questioning look, but before anyone could say anything Alex burst out “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!” before shooting nervous glances at Willie “I mean, if you want.”

Willie chuckled, “Definitely”

Alex couldn’t stop smiling, but of course now was when he remembered “You should hug William. When I hugged Alexander I could hear the wish Reggie made for me and I uh, may have left you one too.”

Willie looked slightly confused, but sure enough when he squeezed William the Sk8 Bear tightly Alex’s voice whispered in his mind.

I wish for an eternity to hold your hand.

Willie seemed to melt a little, before he entwined his hands with Alex’s. “For eternity” he whispered just loud enough for Alex to hear. They both blushed, but everyone else mostly looked confused.

Luke was the first to speak up. “I also heard Reggie’s wish when I squeezed Lukas.”

Reggie looked entirely confused. “You could hear… my wishes? That’s awesome!!! But also, you couldn’t hear Julie’s?” Alex and Luke both shot a look at Reggie. “She made wishes on both your hearts also, but you didn’t hear hers?”

Julie’s face was growing slightly pale. She hadn’t realized they could hear those wishes. The thought of Luke hearing those lyrics was maybe making her panic a little, but maybe since he hadn’t heard them yet he wouldn’t. It helped her fear a little that there was some overwhelming curiosity about the wish Luke left for her.

Alex’s voice cut through her questioning. “You know, I only tried the one time.” Luke sounded an agreement before Reggie cut in.

“You know it’s kind of cool if you think about it, she ended up leaving a wish on all our bears. Maybe we should try together to hear it?” The boys nodded as Julie watched with concern.

Alex’s face changed first. A small gasp echoing out of him and his eyes pooling with tears as he rushed towards Julie to envelop her in a hug. She’d made him feel seen and valued and the reassurance that he had a special and unique existence to her was a security he hadn’t realized he needed.

Reggie hugged his bear two or three times just listening to the message she’d left him over and over again.

Sir Reginald II please take care of Reggie. Sometimes he doesn’t realize how important he is. He’s the glue that holds us all together and keeps us going when everything seems bleak. He is so loved and so valuable. Please remind him of that when everything seems hard.

Reggie glomped her next. Crying just a little at the words she left him which touched on his biggest and darkest insecurity. He could help but whisper his thanks and she pulled him tighter telling him that he was basically her brother. Reggie could no longer tell if he was laughing or sobbing everything was perfect.

Julie was having difficulty holding up the two emotional boys and she was filled with warmth at their love almost as much as she was filled with tension. She could barely see Luke which meant she couldn’t see his reaction.

Luke was having difficulty breathing and functioning. He didn’t need to breathe but now he couldn’t do it and he really felt like he needed to do it. He couldn’t-

He couldn’t believe it.

We say we're friends, we play pretend. You're more to me, we're everything Our voices rise and soar so high. We come to life when we're, In perfect harmony

She’d poured the same song, the same words, the same wish into his bear as he had into hers. Julie Molina loved him. He had absolute verifiable proof and he didn’t want to waste another second without her. Without her knowing that she was the most precious, wonderful, thing about his life. So he did the only reasonable thing he could.

He yanked his crying brothers off of the girl they also loved more than anything, but not as much as him and worked on gaining her attention. He smiled. She looked slightly terrified, but she didn’t have to be. She just need to hug Jules.

“Julie. Julie. Julie. Julie! You need to hug Jules. Right now. You need to hug her right now. RIGHT NOW.”

His boys looked pissed, but slowly they could tell by the rush and joyous mania radiating from their friend that this was Important and begrudgingly stood out of the way.

Julie looked at Luke with big eyes as he insistently shoved Jules at her. He seemed excited and thrilled and flushed and by god if he didn’t stop rushing her she was going to-

We say we're friends, we play pretend. You're more to me, we're everything Our voices rise and soar so high. We come to life when we're, In perfect harmony

The song filtered through her head as she hugged Jules and she felt her mouth drop as her eyes snapped to his. She watched his grin widen as he saw her figured it out. Her eyes met his and she was drowning. He was too far away and they both rushed into each other. They took another second to stare before wrapping each other in a tight hug.

Alex groaned a little, in a good-natured way, his hand once more linked with Willie’s. “Not that we’re not glad that you both finally got your lives together, but do either of you care to explain what exactly just happened?”

Slowly Luke and Julie moved out of hugging, but they still hovered around each other with their hands intertwined as they explained. They took turns explaining that somehow, someway, they’d left the same wish in each other’s bear. More than that, they were the same lyrics from the same love song they’d written without telling the other.

The shocked faces on all cause Luke and Julie to burst into laughter and soon all five of them were falling together into a hug. Julie carried one more surprise though in her back pocket. Slowly she pulled out three hotdog accessories for their new Build a Bears.

The boys looked at her with shock and horror as she grinned sheepishly at them.

“I couldn’t resist!”

They spent the afternoon playing with Jules, Lukas, Reginald, Alex and William. Then, when the time came for sleep, they couldn’t bear to leave each other so four ghosts, one human, and 5 teddy bear fell asleep in a pile of warmth and love.

[phandom-phriend]

Phic Phight 2020 - Unrequited Love

“Reveal fic--Danny, Valerie, Vlad, or Dani gets outed in the most inconvenient way.” | Prompt by @pesky-poltergeist

Word count: 2,181

A lot has happened since Fenton became Phantom.

It’s only been a year and so far the teen has fought countless ghosts, was cloned, has constant targets on his back from both ghosts and humans, lost his sleep schedule entirely, saved the world (a few times), found out that the only other half ghost that could possible help him adjust is kind of crazy and infatuated with his mom, became a town icon, ect..

Oh! And he died. So there’s that.

But recently, maybe the most horrific event to date had occurred. After a long battle with a ghost who-shall-not-be-named, he came home tired. Clumsy. A little out of his element. And may have...sort of...transformed back in front of his parents whom he didn’t even notice were in the kitchen with him.

Typical Danny luck if you ask him.

And since then things have been weird between them. Weirder than normal, at least. Neither one of them brought up the incident. Danny chalked it up to them not believing what they saw, or maybe thinking the illusion was a byproduct of handling so many chemicals in the lab for long periods of time. But they were quieter now. As if listening for his footsteps and breathing. And watching him more closely, closer than they ever paid attention to him before. They smiled, but their eyes. Their eyes held fear and apprehension. A dangerous combo for anyone with as great of an artillery as they had.

So Danny wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of bringing up the topic himself.

But when Jaz left for a study date with her friends on some random Friday evening, Danny had the unfortunate luck to be caught by his parents in the kitchen. Not literally! But they were set up with serious faces at the table just… waiting for him. Like they used to do when he got in trouble at school but now the air felt darker. It wasn’t sufficateing, no. They were still his parents after all. Even with all their blasters and ghost-hating ideals Danny wasn’t scared of them. Something just felt off. A little uneasy.

He sat at the table across from them anyway.

“What’s up? You guys are usually in the lab around now. Got a new breakthrough?”

“Not quite, Danny.” Maddie began, voice even. “Your father and I have something to talk about with you.”

“Alright, shoot.” The teen noticed the way his mother's hand flinched from its spot on the table. He ignored it.

“In the kitchen, a few nights ago. Phantom came in.”

“Oh, uh, really? What did he say?”

Jack sighed. “Danny, he transformed. Into you.”

“Oh, well-”

“Are you an imposter? Answer honestly, and don’t think for a second I won’t know if you are lying.”

“Mom?!”

“She’s just a little spooked, son. We just want to know what’s going on.”

Danny froze. Did they know so little about him that they thought he was some...fake? Not knowing him apart from Phantom was one thing. But not telling him from himself…? He shook his head to clear those thoughts. He’s seen stranger things. And he has been impersonated before. There’s good reason to be wary, it’s fine. “No, mom. I’m not some fake. I’m Danny.” he spoke calmly.

She stood from the table, eyes blocked by the red of her goggles, expression flat. It’s always bothered Danny that no matter how she moves, her suit is always silent. How can such a material rubbing against each other as she walks, as she moves, stay so silent? Well, his parents were always on the odd side. Maybe it was nothing. It is probably nothing.

“How can we be so sure?” her voice is as flat as her lips. He can’t tell what she’s thinking. No, he doesn't want to know.

“Well, what are some questions only I would know the answers to?”

Jack took this opportunity to jump in. “What’s your least favorite holiday?”

“Christmas.”

“Who are your best friends?”

“Sam and Tucker.”

Maddie clicked her tongue. “These questions are too obvious Jack. What if the ghost was able to take his memories?”

“Then how am I supposed to prove anything to you?”

“What is something you know that we don’t?”

Well, that was a tough one. Danny knew a lot that they didn’t know. But most of it was centered around his ghost half or the ghost zone, and that felt like dangerous territory to tred in without his parents leading the conversation there. That leaves his school life, which is a mess. And his time that he spends with his friends. But that, unfortunately, is typically one of three things recently. Ghost fighting, the Nasty Burger, and other illegal activities as a result of ghost fighting. Not exactly the best idea, but he’s certainly had worse.

“Uh, well. I snuck into the lab yesterday and took one of your in-progress projectors and may have sort of broken it. But it’s okay! Tucker is helping me fix it!”

“What?! How didn’t I notice!” Jack yelled from where he still sat, shock clear in both his face and tone. Danny didn’t bother to tell him that a lot of things happened without his notice, although his mom seemed to have the same thought with the side-eye she gave her husband.

“Mabe because he was a ghost when he snuck in.” she supplied with snide.

Well, she wasn’t wrong.

“Then how am I supposed to have you believe me? No matter what I say, you’ll just throw that “he’s been replaced” or “he’s being possessed” nonsense back in my face. I just want to go to my room and take a nap. What do I have to do to make that happen sooner?”

“We could take blood samples.” Maddie nodded to herself as if that had all the answers. 

For the first time that night, Danny felt his blood run cold. That was a bad, bad idea. Not only would it look more suspicious for how his DNA has so drastically changed and morphed, but being down in the lab… it does things to him. Makes him paranoid, mostly. But sometimes, when certain gadgets are left about on their work benches, it hurts. Leaves him dazed. Has the air left his lungs so forcefully it feels as if it were stolen.

Confession time, it is. A horrible, very bad time. But he’s so tired. He just wants this to be over, for things to be okay again. He was going to tell them eventually anyway, he just wishes he never had to. But he still can’t bring himself to just blurt it out, so he’ll have to twist his parents into that direction.

Danny can’t help but wish for Jazz to be here with him.

“Well, there could be other possibilities for what you saw.” Danny shrugs, hiding the panic he feels about the tests she wishes to conduct. Divert, divert, divert.

“Annd what would that be?”

“Wellllll…. Dad! You have a theory, right? The one you told me about last week?”

Almost as if there was a buffer symbol where his brain should be, Jack froze, leaving the room in a stiff, still silence as the older man tried to recall whatever it was from a week ago. Right before Maddie could break it herself, Jack shot up with a grin. “That’s right! Ghost molding!”

“Ghost...molding? Jack, honey, what are you talking about?”

“There are ghosts that look a lot like things, right? That one that looks like a tornado, or that other one that looks like some cartoon mad scientist.”

“Yes, dear. What are you getting at?”

“What if some ghosts mold how they look based on things they have a strong connection to. Like a family member, what killed them, or something like that. That’s why some ghosts look similar to one thing or another but have their own traits.”

Maddie seemed to think for a moment before turning back to her son with an eyebrow raised. “I suppose it would explain why Danny and Phantom look so similar. But what connection does our son have to a ghost?”

Man, where does he even start? What connections doesn't he have?

“He could be related to us?” Jack asked, thoughtful.

“No, no one who knew us has died that young. Even if they took their looks after our Danny, they would still have an age to them.”

“Well, there’s no way Danny killed them!” Jack said thoughtfully.

Well, that was only half true. They were getting closer.

“Do you think he was… there? When he died? Or when he came back?”

Danny snapped his fingers with a smirk. Both proud that they got as close to the truth as they did. “Bingo!”

Instead of a smile, Maddie just glared at him, causing him to shrink in his seat. “Explain.”

“I was there when he… died. And when he came back.”

“That’s not possible. Ghosts take time to manifest. Even then it’s in the ghost zone before they make their way back.”

“True, true. Unless…”

“I’m not playing these games with...you.”

“Alright! Unless… they died in the Ghost Zone, right? Or, more likely, at the portal.”

“How is that even possible. We would have discovered a body in our lab.” Maddie sneered with distrust at her son's words. Before he could say anything, his father jumped in.

“What if there was no body?!” Jack jumped up, hands accidentally hitting the table and making the whole thing shake. “Danny!” But then his tone changed. Quieter, reserved. A tone that didn’t belong on the vibrant man. “What… happened to you?”

“Don’t be crazy, Jack! What are you even thinking?! Nothing happened to our son. If this isn’t him, then he’s somewhere else.”

“He’s right.” Danny cut in shyly, hating the new dynamic. This had to change, and he had to change it. “Something did… happen.”

“No…”

“It was the day the portal turned on, two years ago.”

“Danny…” there was a warning edge in her voice, but he pressed on. He was too far now. They needed to know.

“I went inside to check it out. I tripped on some wire…”

“Danny, stop.”

“And pressed the ON switch by accident. A strange place to put it, really.” Danny chuckled awkwardly, trying to lift the mood. It didn’t work. “The portal turned on when I was inside.”

“Danny!”

“It hurt, a lot. But only for a moment. When I woke up again, I was Phantom. Well, a ghost at the time. I didn’t really choose a name until later.”

Maddie pulled out her blaster and pointed it at him, armed and ready. Thankfully, Jack leapt from his seat as Danny did the same, although Jack took a hold of his wife's wrist and forced her to aim upwards. She didn’t pull the trigger, but Jack didn’t let go.

“Mom!”

“Don’t call me that!” she spat out through clenched teeth as my heart seemed to fall through the floor. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.

“I’m not a ghost!” he pleaded, although he began to back away from his parents in case things went more south. “I didn’t die, not fully!”

“Don’t lie! Don’t use my son's form to lie to me!”

“I have a pulse!” the teen cried out desperately, tears threatening to spill. “I need to eat, drink, sleep! I’m still human. I’m just different now, don’t you see that?”

“Maddie.” Jack sighed out.

“Don’t be fooled! Either our son is dead or this thing is an imposter, honey! You can’t seriously believe it!”

“I mean, -I” Danny felt his throat close up. Was being half-ghost so bad? Sure, he didn’t think this talk would go well. But a blaster?! Was it really so hard to believe he wasn’t the monster they were making him out to be?

Was she right?

Danny shook his head and stood straighter. “I’m only half dead if you want to get technical. Even then, I consider it more as having powers than being dead.” He could see she wanted to say something but cut her off anyway. “Is it so bad? I help people! I-I fought a king, saved the world! What will it take for me to please you?! For things to, to be okay again?”

To his surprise, she dropped the blaster from her grasp, Jack slowly letting her arm go and taking the blaster for himself. But he did not point it at Danny, instead he set it on a far counter. Now looking at him, Danny could see how… sad his usually vibrant eyes looked. What was he supposed to do now? What had he already done?

His mother slowly walked to him, lips pressed in a frown. Danny stood his ground even as she leaned over him and whispered, no amount of affection in her tone. Only a stone coldness he’s never had directed to him before. “You may not be fully dead, but you are not my son.”

Mind clouded and fuzzy, Danny ran from the mother he loved, but no longer loved him.

[blueneonlightshow-blog]

Drunk Star

The door handle shook before opening into the Diaz household. Marco entered the room carrying an armful of grocery bags. "Star, I'm back! I got your cookies!" He struggled to carry the heavy load to the kitchen counter. He placed the numerous bags on the surface, stretched his arms, and began to take out some of the food, placing them into the refrigerator. "I got you three boxes this time, so hopefully you can last the week! Oh, I also got some cheese, so we can make some of my world famous nachos!" He placed the snacks in the pantry, stealing a cookie from Star's stash. "Bad news, I have like three dollars left, so we won't be buying more ice cream anytime soon… unless there's an ice cream dimension you can take us to. That would be pretty awesome."

Marco looked at the box of cereal before placing it in the pantry. A dimension of ice cream… Star would love that. One problem with that idea. Star would love that. She'd probably eat as much as she can and get a sugar rush… again… "On second thought, maybe we shouldn't go there…"

He finished putting away the remaining plastic bags before entering the living room. The boy finally sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. "Oh, and I know you'll love this, Star. The annual town carnival is happening this weekend. Wanna check it out later?"

A couple seconds passed by without any answer.

"Star?"

No response. He muted the TV to see if he missed anything.

"Starrr? Did you hear me?" He looked around the room to see if she was hiding somewhere, doing something… Starry. "I told you before, I'm not doing Hide and Destroy. That game nearly killed me."

Marco expected to hear something from the loud princess, but all he could hear was the silence in the house. He began to worry. What if something happened to her... maybe Ludo attacked her! Star's strong enough to take down his group of monsters… right? She can usually do it without his help.

"Star! Where are you?" He rushed through the house, looking for any sign of the girl. Soon, he made his way upstairs and burst into Star's room. Maybe she left a clue there. "Star-" He stopped. A sleeping princess laid face down on her bed with a cup in her hand. His worry left him as he sighed in relief. "You're not in danger. That's good… but you are asleep in the middle of the day…"

And that was not normal. Star's never sleepy. She had tons of energy. Marco looked around for her wand to make sure this wasn't some sort of trap. It may not seem like it, but Ludo's surprisingly clever every once in a while. This could be one of those moments. He approached the sleeping princess and found the wand next to her spellbook near the bed.

"Well, at least those are still here."

Marco turned around when he heard Star stir in her sleep. She let out a small groan before slowly opening her eyes. She mumbled something incomprehensible before rolling over to her side.

"Star? You awake?" Marco asked, poking her gently. "Starrr?"

Star suddenly sat up straight, her eyes still half open and face… red? She scanned the room before she laid her eyes on Marco. "...Oh… hey Marco… how ya doing?" Star said with a grin on her face.

"I'm… great… how 'bout you?"

"Oh, you know. Just the usual… the saaaame old Star." The girl fell back on her bed, giggling at herself. She took another sip of her cup before frowning. "Awww… it's empty…"

Marco gave a confused look. "Yup. It's empty alright. Want me to get you some more water?"

Star shook her head. "No, no… no water. I'll have some more of that magical soda. It's pretty good…"

"Magical soda, huh?" Marco thought to himself. He was pretty sure they were out of soda this morning. He just came back with more. "I didn't know we had more."

"Me neither. But I found it. Finders keepers! Heheh… You can have some too, Mark-Mark. I put it on the desk. Also can you get me some more soda, please?"

Marco chuckled. "Yeah, sure." He grabbed her cup and walked over to the desk. It was rather messy. Papers and homework scattered everywhere; doodles of monsters could be seen on some of the sheets. "Not to nag you or anything, but shouldn't you clean up your desk a little?" He reached for the large glass bottle. "And I don't remember us having soda in this kind of-"

His eyes widened. "...Star? How much did you drink?"

"Yyyyyeeeeeeaah…. Not that much? Just about… one sip?"

"Starrr!" Marco looked at the bottle again. "Oh boy… Star, this isn't soda."

The princess sat up, almost falling off the bed. "Hmmmmm? Is this the end of Star Butterfly? Death by poison?" She narrowed her eyes at Marco. "I knew that soda was too good to be true. You poisoned me. Betrayed by my best friend. How could you do this to me?" Star interrogated playfully as she began to fall forward again.

"No, you're not poisoned… you're drunk. You can't drink this stuff, Star! You're only- wait a second, you got drunk off ONE sip of wine?"

"Mmph rrmm mmhh immr mph mmrrshmph."

Marco turned his attention to his friend who had her face buried in her sheets. "Uh… what?"

She lifted her head, letting some of her hair fall messily in front of her face. "I'm not drunk. I'm Staaaaaaaaaaar Butterflyyyyyyyyyy. You knew me for how long and you're still getting my name wrong? I see how it is, Diaz."

The boy sighed, placing the bottle of wine down on the desk. "Man, how did you even find this thing!? I thought mom and dad kept that locked up!"

"Aaaaand another thing! Who keeps soda locked up in a cabinet? You of all people should know, no place is safe from the magical princess!"

Marco opened his mouth to retort but stopped short. "...That's… actually a good point…" He walked over to Star and laid her back down on the bed. "Stay here. I'm gonna go get some water."

Star was unresponsive, staring lazily up at the ceiling. The boy quickly went back to the kitchen and retrieved a water bottle from the refrigerator. He returned to the room and-

"Mega starfish tsunami!"

Marco was met with a torrent of sea creatures and water. He was pushed all the way back against the hallway as water continued to burst out of the magical wand. Thankfully, the wave soon began to lose its force, and the wand had ceased its attack as Marco lay on the ground with starfish and other creatures flopping on the ground. Marco spit out a mouthful of water and gave an annoyed look at Star who was leaning against her bedpost holding her wand out with a dazed grin.

"Starrr! What was that for?"

"Wellllll, you said you were gonna get water, so I thought, why go get water when I can make water come to us! I hope it was enough, though."

"I meant water for you so that you don't get a headache when this is over."

Star blinked, looking back and forth between her wand and Marco. "...Ohhhhhhh. For me…"

"Yeah… for you…" Marco groaned as he got up. "But now we have to clean-"

"Mega starfish tsunami-"

"NO STAR! DON'T POINT THAT AT YOUR FACE!" Luckily, Marco interrupted the princess just in time. Star had her mouth opened for the water spell to come out of the wand but looked over at him. Marco sighed and shook his legs. "I have a water bottle right here… argh, and you know how much I hate wet socks. It's DISGUSTING! Torture, I tell you."

Marco walked over to the bed, trying to kick his socks off with every step. "Gross gross gross gross gross gross." With a bottle in his hand and socks off his feet, he finally reached the bed and handed Star the water. "Here, drink up."

"Ah! The antidote! Saved by my best friend! You have redeemed yourself, Marco." She drank the bottle, slowly falling back as she tilted her head back more and more. Marco put his hand on her back to stop her from falling even more.

"All this from one sip, huh? Guess no more alcohol for you. Ever."

"You're all this from one sip."

"What?"

"What?"

Marco narrowed his eyes at the girl who gave a smug look as she drank her water bottle.

"You're a real handful sometimes, you know that?"

"But I'm your handful!" Star said, wrapping her arms around the boy. Marco smiled and kissed the top of her head.

"Alright, I'm going back to my room to change. And I'm taking the wine… and your wand. No more spells from you until you're better."

"Noooooooooo! Theif!" Star whined as Marco carried her belongings out of the room. Star stared at the open door, thinking to herself for a bit before responding.

"...Did you say you brought cookies home?"

[whatstheproblembaby]

Fic: Finally Found The Boy

Based off my tags on this post:  #okay but combine all four: person a works at a coffeeshop #person b works at a flowershop #they start fake dating to cover for person a who's lied to their parents about meeting their soulmate #but then they do whatever thing reveals soulmates while fake dating and start REAL DATING #THE END

Title from “I Can Hear The Bells.” PG, ~1700 words, mostly fluff. Thanks to skivvy for the soulmate identifying idea!

Kurt brightened when he saw Blaine approaching from across the street, clearly coming over for their mutual fifteen-minute breaks - Kurt’s from the flower shop, and Blaine’s from Starbucks. Blaine always brought over a couple of drinks for them to share, claiming his employee discount was too good not to use, even if he didn’t always have a reason to take advantage of Kurt’s discount in return.

When Blaine entered with his phone pressed against his ear and a frustrated look on his face, however, Kurt became concerned.

“Yeah, Mom, I kn - of course I’m happy for Coop - I actually met my soulmate, too, Mom!” Blaine said. He wasn’t being particularly loud, but his voice rang through the quiet flower shop all the same, taking on an echo in Kurt’s head.

Met my soulmate

Met my soulmate

Met my soulmate

Kurt’s heart sank into the sewers below. He’d known for a few weeks now that Blaine was his soulmate - ever since he heard Blaine laugh at one of his jokes, hearty and genuine. He was hoping that Blaine would hear his Sound in return soon, because he wasn’t sure if Blaine would believe him without proof, but apparently that hope was misplaced.

Kurt schooled his face into something resembling a smile as Blaine hung up the phone.

“Congrat-”

“Please don’t,” Blaine said, sliding Kurt’s coffee across the counter to him before dropping his head on the glass and sighing. “That was a lie.”

“Really?” Kurt managed to choke out, hoping his voice sounded more steady than his skipping heart.

“Really,” Blaine said, pulling himself upright. “I just needed to get my mom off my back, and that was the first thing I could think of to get her to stop squealing about my brother and his new soulmate.”

“Ouch, that’s gotta be rough,” Kurt said. “At least that might actually be true by the next time you see her? NYC and Ohio aren’t exactly next door.”

“Except I’m going home this weekend for Mom’s birthday, and now she’s expecting my soulmate to be with me. I really screwed this one up,” Blaine said with a groan.

“So take me,” Kurt said, mouth going faster than his brain.

“What?” Blaine asked, forehead furrowing cutely.

“Take me,” Kurt repeated. “We’re already close friends. We can fool your mother and brother for one weekend.”

“Kurt, I couldn’t - my family is so-”

“You’ve told me stories,” Kurt said with a snort. “But I still think I can handle it.”

Blaine looked flabbergasted for a moment longer before composing himself and saying, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“You sound sure, so - okay. And I’m already sorry for anything my family might say to you over the weekend.”

“Blaine. You’ve heard the stories about my high school glee club. Your family will be child’s play,” Kurt said, smirking,

“You say that now, young padawan. You say that now,” Blaine teased, a matching smirk appearing on his own face.

“Your Star Wars references, on the other hand….”

“Hey!”

_____________________

Kurt had to swallow hard as he and Blaine got out of their rental car and walked up the Andersons’ driveway. He’d enjoyed the trip - a first for him, as airports and planes usually made him tense and snippy - but his nerves were settling in full force as they approached the fairly large, well-kept house.

What if they can tell we’re faking it? he thought, trying not to bite his lip in anxiety. Or worse, what if they can tell I’m not faking it and I have to tell Blaine the truth like this? He deserves better than this!

“Penny for your thoughts,” Blaine said softly, pulling Kurt over to the front porch swing. “You look uncomfortable.”

“Just letting my true feelings about you show before I have to pretend to be your soulmate all weekend,” Kurt teased, not quite courageous enough to tell Blaine the truth then and there.

“Wow, tell me how you really feel,” Blaine joked back. He squeezed Kurt’s hand before continuing, “You can back out if you need to. I’ll tell them you had food poisoning or something and just Uber back to the airport on Sunday.”

“No,” Kurt said firmly. “I don’t back out on commitments, Blaine. Let’s do this.”

Blaine gave his hand one more comforting squeeze before leading them to the door, where they were met by and promptly sucked into the mayhem that was Cooper Anderson commanding a room.

“Blainey! And you must be Kurt,” Cooper said, pulling them both in for tight, jostling hugs. “This is Miranda, and of course you know Mom.”

“Wait, how did you know Kurt’s name?” Blaine asked, patting his hair back into place. “I’ve never told you my soulmate’s name.”

“You barely talk about anyone else, pumpkin,” Pam said from the high countertop that separated the open living and dining rooms from the kitchen. “We just put two and two together. Hello, Kurt, sweetheart!”

“Um, hi, Mrs. An-”

“Oh please, call me Pam,” she said, waving her glass of wine. “Want some?”

“Yes,” Blaine said, sounding a bit desperate. “Please.”

“Coming right up!”

“So when did you two figure it out?” Cooper asked. “Miranda and I were simultaneous, amazingly enough - all we had to do was hear each other talk.”

Blaine froze almost imperceptibly next to Kurt.

“I heard him laugh,” Kurt admitted, figuring it was common enough that no one would question it. “I had just made some snarky comment about a display a customer had ordered earlier, and he laughed, and - I just knew.”

Kurt heard his voice hitch slightly and prayed no one would call him on it. Cooper was thankfully as self-absorbed as Blaine had promised and just continued on, but Kurt thought Blaine was looking at him suspiciously from his left. When Pam came back in with the wine, Kurt had to stop himself from gulping down half the glass gratefully.

From there, the rest of the day was a blur of Cooper talking and Blaine half-heartedly arguing and Pam trying to mediate. Kurt and Miranda shared looks of both concern and fond exasperation over top of the chaos, stepping up for their respective soulmates as they needed to.

A few long hours later, it was finally time for bed. Kurt and Blaine climbed the stairs to Blaine’s childhood bedroom in a companionable silence.

“So,” Blaine said when they shut the door behind themselves.

“So,” Kurt replied.

“You didn’t run away screaming, so I take it you aren’t scarred for life?” Blaine said, uptalking the last word.

“I actually planned on sneaking out after you were all asleep,” Kurt teased. “I invited Miranda - turns out we’re actually soulmates, not her and Cooper. We’re going to sneak off and elope in Vegas.”

“And not invite me? Rude,” Blaine said. His posture relaxed as he joked with Kurt, making Kurt’s heart loosen a little - Blaine had been so tense after a day with his brother that Kurt was afraid he’d freeze that way. “But seriously, you’re still fine?”

“I’m absolutely fine, Blaine. I really do like your family, even if they are almost as obnoxious as the New Directions.”

“It’s only been a day, they’ll usurp that spot in no time,” Blaine said, smiling.

“Blaine. We once had to put a literal tape line down the floor of the choir room and separate into Team Rachel and Team Mercedes while they duked it out for the lead role in our junior year musical. This? Was a cakewalk,” Kurt said.

“I will never understand your high school.”

“No one does.”

_________________________

Everything came to a head the next day.

Kurt had woken up surprisingly early and couldn’t fall back asleep in the unfamiliar room, even with Blaine’s warm body snuggled close. (They’d realized they couldn’t trust Cooper not to barge in on them, so one of them sleeping on the floor wasn’t an option.) Instead, he pulled on his slippers and padded downstairs to the kitchen, hoping he could figure out how to work the Andersons’ coffeemaker and surprise Blaine with a cup before he woke up.

Thankfully, their coffeemaker was similar to his father’s, and before long, Kurt was measuring out the grounds and water, singing softly as he poured.

A soft gasp from behind him nearly made him drop the pot on the hardwood floor.

“Wh - Blaine?” Kurt asked, whirling around. “What’s wrong?”

Blaine was in the entrance to the kitchen, staring wide-eyed like he’d seen a ghost.

“Blaine?” Kurt repeated.

“It’s you.”

“I need you to elab-”

“It’s you, Kurt. You’re my soulmate,” Blaine said, and Kurt’s heart leaped in his chest. “You were singing and I heard it - I heard the Sound. It was - but wait, you probably didn’t-”

“I did, Blaine,” Kurt said, trying to keep the tears that had welled up in his eyes from spilling over. “I told you last night.”

“But - when I laughed - that was the truth?” Blaine asked, looking even more stunned than before. “But Kurt, that was weeks ago, and you never - why didn’t you tell me?”

“You clearly didn’t hear it in return,” Kurt said with a shrug. “I was afraid you’d think I was lying if you didn’t hear it too.”

“I have never once worried about you lying to me,” Blaine said. “If anything, I would have made you make every noise it’s possible for a person to make until I heard the Sound too.”

“I did try to sneak in a few random noises,” Kurt admitted, laughing wetly. “I didn’t want to make it too obvious, though.”

“Kurt,” Blaine said, just barely audible. He strode quickly across the kitchen to where Kurt was, and next thing Kurt knew, they were kissing.

If hearing the Sound had been like hearing a choir of angels announcing the greatest event to ever happen in Kurt’s life, kissing Blaine was like coming home after a long day. Kurt melted into Blaine, feeling like the only thing keeping him upright was Blaine’s arms around his waist. He could have kept kissing Blaine forever, except-

“Wellllll,” Cooper drawled, sounding ecstatic to have walked in on them. “Good morning, Squirt.”

“Better before you walked in,” Blaine grumbled, but he was still smiling rapturously.

“C’mon, honey. Let’s go out for breakfast instead,” Kurt said, pulling Blaine easily out of the kitchen. “I think right now, I want you all to myself.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever complain about that.”

[alissamoonpeace-remade]

Tsukishima x Yamaguchi + Hq!! Ships mess

[this was supposed to be posted past year but I procrastinate and just now it is coming out]

Me and @asexuallyaroused​ (Mostly them lmao I am not really creative) were talking about Tsukiyama in canon (Even if it is not, we talked a lot about Tsukkiyama and it is so nice and we wanted to share. We laughed a lot,quality content. )

Welp, here we go on this wild adventure.

Twelve years old. Two awkward and tall twelve years old boys, confessing to each other. Probably during their weekly sleepover, and Yamaguchi probably stuttered during his confession and Tsukishima did that “Pathetic” thing and finished off what Yamaguchi was saying because he knew what he was saying already and when Yams got all embarassed Tsuki grabbed him and cuddled him the entire night. And they probably didn’t kiss at that time, only when they got older, like how we see them in the anime or a little before the actual bfs.  Mostly because Yamaguchi got sort of nervous whenever he thought about it and because whenever he wanted Tsukishima looked so disinterested and looked happier just to hold his hand so Yamaguchi was just like “If he doesn’t want to kiss me then I’m fine with this”

So he forgets about it and they’re happy for months until probably during another sleepover (which was just more cuddling in Tsuki’s room) Yamaguchi is leaving the next morning. And then they’re at the front doorhand as Yamaguchi turns around to say bye and “Thanks for having me” Tsukki leans down and kisses him and slams the fucking door, and he waits until he hears a  "wh.huuhhh...WHAAAAAAAAAT" he has no idea what he did

And his face goes completely red and he falls on the floor and waits until he hears Yamaguchi leave and then he just goes outside and screams because “WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO ”

So the next day, after the 'kiss' (if Tsuki can even say that) he refuses to even look at Yamaguchi in the face because he's so embarrassed by it. And it gets to the point where Tsukishima is pretty much ignoring him so when they get their alone time (probably during lunch) Yamaguchi confronts Tsuki about it, but Tsukishima denies it straight out and this only pisses Yams off more, so after he gets no response he grabs Tsuki by the collar and asks again (louder and more in his face this time)  but BECAUSE of how close they are in that moment Yamaguchi notices how Tsuki's eyes flicker down to his lips during this and it all clicks, so while they're already in that position he kisses him and goes "So that was all, Tsuki?" and THIS EMBARRASSES TSUKI MORE OF COURSE.... so he reverts to his tsundere mode and goes "Don't call me Tsuki..." and while they're walking back hand in hand Yams just starts singing "TSUKIIII" really loudly while Tsukishima is fixing his collar and hiding his reddening face

Kei’s brother would be so chill about it. Akiteru would be like “Oh that’s nice! You can bring your boyfriend to eat dinner/lunch here! ”

And he probably embarasses Yamaguchi every time he came around omg whenever he sees Tsukishima and Yamaguchi go into Tsukki’s room after dinner: “Don’t do something IIIII wouldn’t do~~~” “NII-CHAN SHUT THE FUCK UP”. Akiteru would also be like,to Tsuki or Yams: “How was the sex?”

And during the breakfast the next day “Do you guys know where I can buy earplugs?” “um no, why do you need earplugs” “just to block the noise out - it gets REALLY loud at night - not that you two don't know about it” “NII CHAN I SWEAR TO GOD” and Yamaguchi is just looking down quietly oR  YAMAGUCHI PULLING HIS ANGRY TOL BOYFRIEND BACK FROM STRANGLING HIS BROTHER ACROSS THE TABLE

AND AKI IS JUST LAUGHING TO HIMSELF  “HAHA I DID GOOD” “SHUT UP U DID SHIT NII CHAN”

[tol babies blushing hard and the telephone pole is trying to reach his brother while trying not to hurt yams, bc he knows yamaguchi is leaning across his back grabbing his arms like ‘’let it go tsukki you KNOW he’s joking]

"I DON'T CARE TADASHI I'M STILL GONNA PUNCH HIM IN THE FUCKIN FACE" AND THEN IT GOES ALL SILENT AND AKI JUST COVERS HIS MOUTH SO HE DOESN'T LAUGH AND GOES "did... did you just call him tadashi?"

Tsuki: "...excuse me."

He just leaves the table and goes out the front door and it goes quiet between Aki and Yama, then they HEAR THE FUCKIN BANSHEE SCREAMS

BECAUSE THAT'S ALL TSUKI DOES WHEN HE FUCKS UP

He accidentally called his bf Tadashi so ofc he’s going to scream. Aki bursts out laughing. Yamaguchi just sighs. “What family had I gotten myself into”. Aki is wondering why his brother is like that, Yamaguchi is regretting his life choices.

Then Tsuki comes back to the table completely calm and they continue eating breakfast. Aki has tears streaming down his face while Yamaguchi is trying not to laugh  thistimeyourenottheonesassing

Tsukishima is tyring hard to breathe properly but his face is completely red

"This isn’t cool" He makes sure to call the bf  "Yamaguchi can you pass the milk"  "Sure thing Kei"

AKI DIES YAMAGUCHI SMILES TSUKISHIMA FALLS OFF HIS CHAIR C H A O S THIS ISN'T C O O L TSUKKI

So they’ve been dating for 4 years now and introducing each other as ‘’my boyfriend Tsukki/Yamaguchi’’ but that’s only when someone asks and this is volleyball and everyone’s busy *cue volleyballs hitting the ground in the tune of crazy in love* and no one really notices their couple-y things,they just chalk it up as childhood best friends until one day they see Tsukishima and Yamaguchi walking in the gym hand in hand (mama suga suspects a little and maybe Ukai too, but they don’t say anything, I mean, how do you ask the two first years). So from now on everyone’s seen it already and suspects something EXCEPT FOR KAGS AND HINATA BC THEY ARE WAY TOO DENSE, they’re just ???

When Suga and Daichi notices them walking hand in hand and they go ‘’u go ask them’’ ‘’NO U’’, THAT’S WHEN HINATA QUESTIONS ‘’ASK THEM WHAT?’’ SO SUGA JUST TAKES THE OPORTUNITY SMILING AND ‘’HEY HINATA do you mind doing me a favour’’ ‘’YES! NO!’’ (bc it’s fucking hinata) ‘’can you ask Tsukishima and Yamaguchi how long they’ve been dating’’ and that’s when small shouyou does that silly crow noise ‘’HUUWAAAAHAAHHH???? THEY’RE DATING? SINCE WHEEEENNNN’’ AND HES PRACTICALLY CRYING SO KAGS JUST shrugs and goes ‘’I’ll ask’’ except he chickens out because ‘’EW AS IF I’M TALKING TO HIM’’

SO TANAKA AND NOYA DO IT INSTEAD. DIRECT AND STRAIGHT.

When Yamaguchi goes to change,noya screams ‘’HEY GLASSES YOU AND YAMAGUCHI R PRETTY CLOSE HUH?’’. Tsukishima does that eyebrow thing and goes ‘’what of it?’’. Tanaka: ‘’WELLLLLL as ur senpais we just wanted to know what was up!’’ and tsukki resists making a height joke and instead just goes ‘’we’ve been together for 4 years’’; yams comes from nowhere he just heard the last part and grabs tsukki’s hand then ‘’did you guys just realize that?’’ ‘’EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW’’ NISHINOYA SCREAMS SHOUYOU SCREAMS EVEN MORE KAGEYAMA DOESN’T KNOW WHAT JUST HAPPENED SUGA IS LAUGHING TO HIMSELF DAICHI IS JUST LIKE ‘’resist making a dad joke resist making a dad joke’’ TANAKA SCREAMS ‘’YOU’RE GAY?’’

Tsukki just nods and Daichi scream out of nowhere ‘’hEY GAY I’M DAD’’ ASAHI CRIES. NOYA PROBABLY JUMPS ON ASAHI AND MAMA SUGAWARA HITS DAICHI HARD ‘’see we aren’t the only couple here’’ ‘’SUGA WHAT THE FUCK’’. Poor Asahi is so confused he didn’t listen to everything, he’s like ‘’....did no one else know WE were a thing?’’ everything goes silent. ‘’so you guys ARE a couple?’’ daichi tries again ‘’HEY ASAHI IM’’ ‘’SHUT UP DAICHI ‘’. SHOUYOU SCREAMS EVEN MORE KAGEYAMA PUKES UP MILK AND BECAUSE OF THAT HINATA DOES IT TOO AT THE SIGHT OF HIM VOMITING.

tsukki is disgusted

Tanaka is just ‘’HEY ENNOSHITA DID YOU KNOW TSUKKISHIMA AND YAMAGUCHI ARE-’’ ‘’yes.’’

‘’O-OH... OK BUT DID YOU KNOW ASAHI AND NOYA ARE-’’ ‘’tanaka i walked into them making out in the broom closet when we were in first year. i knew’’ ‘’OK BUT - OK ENNOSHITA’’. Ennoshita knows everything Ennoshita is mama in training.

‘oK ENNOSHITA U SMARTASS DID YOU KNOW YOU AND ME ARE GOING OUT????’’ ‘’yes i knew that- WAIT WHAT?’’ Tanaka doesn’t want to be outdone by all the gayness going on so he just confesses right there, Ennoshita says yes but he faints straight after, Tanaka is too busy taking his shirt off and screaming with Noya. Narita and Kinoshita catch him

KIYOKO IS IN THE BACKGROUND WITH HER ULTIMATE POKER FACE  WITH THE CLIPBOARD SHE ALWAYS HAS  ´´I'm used to this``

AND SUGA IS PROBS LIKE "she's so efficient even in this chaos"SHE'S WRITING NOTES ON WHO'S GOING OUT WITH WHO

SHE'S LITERALLY WRITING DOWN EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR YACHI WHO PROBABLY FAINTED. THIS IS A LIFE-THREATENING SITUATION. SHE FAINTED LONG AGO AND LAYING DRAMATICALLY OVER KIYOKO'S LAP AND THAT'S WHEN UKAI AND TAKEDA WALK INTO SEE SUGA LAUGHING LIKE A MANIAC WHILE DAICHI IS MAKING CONSTANT DAD JOKES

UKAI AND TAKEDA ARE JUST TAKING IT ALL IN. SUGA LAUGHING VERY HARD AT DAICHI'S JOKES,TANAKA SHIRTLESS AND NOYA SCREAMING

ASAHI WAS ALREADY FREAKING OUT AROUND THE TIME NOYA JUMPED ON HIM AND SAID "WE AREN'T THE ONLY COUPLE HERE", HE'S IN A FOETAL POSITION ON THE FLOOR,HIS HAIR IS HIDING HIS FACE SO NO ONE CAN SEE HIM CRYING

HES SCARED TO LIFE,BUT, what about Tsukiyama, what are they doing, they probably just left from the chaos

Ennoshita is still unconscious over being confessed to. They, Tsuki and Yams, left when the Asahi Thing happened.

Hand in hand Tsukki probably kissed his cheek and no one noticed so they just shrugged and ‘’Hey let’s go back to mine I wanna show you my new dinosaur’’ ‘’tsukki you nerd’’ ‘’are you dont want to go’’ ‘’oh yeah of course, i’m not staying HERE’’ and they juST LEAVE PRACTICE AND WHEN EVERYTHING IS CALMED DOWN BECAUSE UKAI PROBABLY SCREAMEAD ‘’SHUT UP’’

KAGS AND HINATA DYING WITH THAT GROSS THING ON THE FLOOR

TAKEDA ASKS WHAT HAPPENED

NO ONE CAN EVEN ANSWER

YACHI IS EVEN MORE FREAKED OUT

THEY CAN'T EVEN BLAME TSUKISHIMA AND YAMAGUCHI

KIYOKO CAN. BECAUSE THEY'RE LONG GONE KIYOKO SHOWS HIM THE NOTES. SHE WROTE EVERYTHING DOWN AND SHE IS CALM

THEY ALL WATCH AS UKAI AND TAKEDA'S FACES TURN EVEN MORE RED AS THEY KEEP READING IT. AND THEY KINDA JUST ... "THANKS .. KIYOKO.. UH" SHE SMILES AND GOES BACK TO YACHI WHO PROBABLY JUST WOKE UP

PRACTICE WAS CANCELLED THAT DAY THEY CLEANED UP THE MESS KAGEYAMA AND HINATA MADE..

ennoshita was dead rip. and when ukai and takeda left neither of them knew the team was watching at the door. ukai didnt know the team saw him kiss takeda before he went in his car. And how Takeda went a bit red before he went to the main school buiding they all turn around silently. Kiyoko and Yachi probably knew about them already ‘’You guys knew?’’ ‘’Yeah of course’’  (Yachi probably is still on Kiyoko’s lap) ‘’And you guys are..?’’ ‘’Yep’’. CUE THE CHAOS YET FUCKING AGAIN

^ and that's how the team found out how gay they really are

how did this conversation turn from how tsukkiyama happened to this gay MESS, we dont know

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Survey 18

1. What plans do you have for the weekend? So this weekend is the Pokemon Go Fest (the yearly event for it) and we’re flying to Georgia to play it with our 2 friends. I’m excited because we love playing Pokemon Go with them BUT I’ve also been SO SO SO busy and I just want to not do anything and relax this weekend but oh well :/

2. What were you doing at 10:30 this morning? I was working :/

3. Tell me about the last conversation you had with someone you find attractive. What did you talk about? It was my husband, and we were just talking about the game he’s currently playing (Sea of Thieves)

4. Do you chew your pens? No

5. Have you ever made notes in a lesson, then looked back at them and found you couldn’t understand what they meant? I’m sure its happened.

6. Which do you like best - History or Geography? Why? Geography, I don’t like learning about History, its too depressing. But it also makes me want to fight for the freedoms we have in America.  Not a lot of other countries have the freedoms we do.

7. How many pets do you have?  What are their names? I don’t have any pets :(

8. Who was the last person you had a weird, funny, or random conversation with? My husband, we talk about everything and anything.

9. Are you upset about anything atm? Well, I told my boss we were moving back to the other side of the state yesterday (fully intending to put in my 2 weeks) and she wanted to talk to me about it again today.  I’m mad because I’m so ready to get the fuck out of this city but because of this virus, NONE of my co-workers want to come back into the office.  We have a huge project coming up at the end of August/beginning of Sept but because no one wants to help out with it, I’m STUCK here until the end of Sept (or my boss only seemed concerned about me sticking around until this project is done since they’re counting on my help). I don’t want to lose their references or leave them out of the blue, so I guess we’re here for another two months.

10. Think back to March 2012. Who were you in a relationship with? My husband but he was just my boyfriend at the time :) this was actually a few months before we moved the first time (to Seattle in Aug 2012)

11. Is there anything that’s happened recently, that you wish had turned out differently? Oh my GOD yes. Knowing what I know now, I 100% wouldn’t have taken this position (its been just over a year). I would have stayed on the other side of the state. I like my job but its not worth staying in a city we hate.  I am so happy to finally have an ETA of when we can move back.

12. Who was the last person of the opposite sex that you talked to on the phone? I think my Dad

13. Are you blood related to the last person you hugged? No

14. Is there something you do on a regular basis, that you don’t enjoy doing? Why? I actually hate taking showers.  I take them every single day (obviously, I have to be clean!) I dont know why, I just don’t like it, it just feels like a chore.

15. Do you have any Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston or Celine Dion songs on your iPod? I do have “All I Want for Christmas is You” by Mariah Carey and “Its All Coming Back to Me Now” by Celine Dion - and they’re on my Zune, not an iPod.

16. Have you ever felt jealous of anyone else’s success? I suppose? I’m jealous for everyone that owns a house and has kids.  Thats all I want from life right now. Although moving back to the other side brings us closer to those goals.

17. Who did you last speak to in person? My husband

18. Have you ever had a one-night stand? If you have, did you regret it afterwards? I’ve never had a one night stand.

19. Have you ever done something that you said you’d NEVER do? Um probably.  I can’t think of anything right now though.

20. What was the last thing you asked for help with? Who did you go to for help? My co-worker, I needed help figuring out how to enter something at work

21. Do you think it’s possible to love someone after being in a relationship for only a short amount of time? Yes I do, we fell pretty hard for each other quite quickly.

22. Who was the last person to text you? Ok, I actually got some weird text yesterday about being in line for Returns at Ikea??? It was like a reminder text that “you’re 7th in line so please make your way to the Returns Desk”.  Whats MOST concerning to me, is a I got a text 10 min after that that said “Thank you for being in contact with IKEA Returns”...uhhh. that was NOT me. I have not shopped at Ikea in YEARS (including online)

23. If your significant other had several other sexual partners before you, how much would that bother you? Would you worry about being compared to the others? How many previous sexual partners do you think is acceptable? I know he had about 2 partners before me.  It doesn’t bother me at all since everyone I knew had had sex.  I was the only person in each of my friend groups that was still a virgin lol (I was 21 he was 23 at the time)

24. Who was the last person of the opposite sex to send you a message on Facebook? What if you had a baby with that person? I don’t use FaceBook messenger or really use FB anymore. So I don’t know who the last person to message me was.

25. Who were the last girl and the last guy to facebook message you? What if these two people had a baby together? OK so now I remember it was my cousin who last messaged me because she was asking for my address to send me her wedding invitations.  I dont’ know who the last guy was though.

26. How many people of your preferred sex have hurt you? One for sure.  But it was an ex when I was 18.  It doesn’t bother me anymore though.

27. Have your friends ever talked to you about the forms of contraception they use? What form of contraception do you prefer? Ah, I’ve never been too close with other girls enough to talk about that. I’ve been on the pill but didn’t like how it made me feel (and as I’ve gotten older, I don’t trust something that prevents my body from doing something its naturally supposed to do - if that makes sense).  We just use condoms right now.

28. Has the last person you hugged ever made you cry? Yeah but it wasn’t anything serious.  Just over a dumb argument. 

29. When was the last time you ate chocolate? Its been a while >< we don’t typically have chocolate in the house

30. Do you like Charles Dickens novels? I like a Christmas Carol but I’ve never read it...I would like to though

31. If you told your parents that you were going to be a parent, how do you think they would react? I’m sure they’d say “its about time!!” lol.

32. You find out that the person you love/like is having a child with someone else. What do you say? I would be so fucking mad as we talk about having babies ALL the time

33. When was the last time you said something and thought “Why the hell did I say that?” What exactly did you say, and who did you say it to? How did the person react? Probably yesterday when I told my boss we’re moving.  I couldn’t find a good time to go into her office yesterday as it was really busy so I just kind of blurted it out as she walked by.  She was definitely taken off guard.

34. Who was the last person outside of family that told you they loved you? No one outside of my family in a long time.

35. Who is your 4th Facebook message from? Have you ever hugged/kissed that person? I don’t really use FaceBook so I have no idea who it was

36. Did someone/something upset you today? Just the fact that I can’t move as soon as we want to and I have to wait until this project is finished.  I guess that means I can save more money since I’ll be looking for a new job?  But we’re just so anxious to leave. 37. What song reminds you of your first boyfriend/girlfriend? Haha wellllll Blink 182 because he’s listen to it them all the time. OR “Analogue” by A-Ha - part of the lyrics go: “All I want you to know, I love you. All I need is the time to show you”. We were hanging out in his garage after we broke up (I still liked him) and he put this song on before he went inside to grab something to drink so as I’m listening to the lyrics, I hear that part and think “OMG! He still loves me! He wants to get back together!” but when he came out, he realized his mistake of putting on this song...and it was quite awkward after that :(

38. Outside of family, who were the last 3 girls you talked to? At worked I talked to Joyce (my boss), Carmel and Helen.

39. Outside of family, who were the last 3 guys you talked to? My co-workers Jonathan, Matt and Colin

40. Who was the last person of the same sex to text you? How much do you know about the love life/sex life of that person? My mom and uhh..only that she’s been with my Dad LOL I don’t want to know any more than that!!

41. Who is/was your strictest teacher in school? I actually never really had strict teachers.  There were strict teachers in the school but I was never in their class

42. Have you ever felt so ill that you literally didn’t know what to do? No

43. Do you know all the words to the last song you listened to? Would you sing that song on karaoke? LOL ok so it was “Analogue” by A-Ha (I was making sure it was the right song) and yes, I generally know the lyrics and I guess I could sing it at karaoke.