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ghostofaboy · 10 months

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Rock Bottom - The Devil Is In The Details

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie gives Tilly's offer some consideration.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2617 Chapter: 15/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 14 / Part 1 / Masterpost

By the time Frankie was dropped off back at the workshop and had driven home, the sky was beginning to get dark. Evening was setting in, and as Frankie slumped down on his worn sofa and glanced at his watch, it was almost 8. Kicking off his shoes, Frankie let his head fall back as he let out a long heavy sigh.

“Fuck.” He breathed out softly.

That had not been what he had expected from an encounter with the infamous Garth Tilly. Reaching into his pocket, Frankie could feel the slip of paper Tilly had handed him. His offer. Frankie wasn’t sure if he wanted to look at it or not.

Looking at it meant acknowledging that offer, considering it even. If the number on that slip of paper was ridiculously or insultingly low, then the choice was clear. But what if it wasn’t? What if the number was a good one? Would that mean he was going to seriously consider being Tilly’s on-call prostitute?

Frankie thought for a moment about calling Tyler. But what would he say? How would he explain this situation? Pinching his eyes shut, Frankie knew Gavin was the first person he needed to call. Fucking little shit was the reason he was in this mess, but he was also just a kid in over his head.

Hauling himself up off the sofa, Frankie grabbed one of the many frozen leftovers Tyler had made for him and shoved it into the microwave. Then he pulled out his phone and called Gavin.

“Frank!” Gavin picked up after one ring. “Dude! Are you ok?”

“I’m good, Gav.” Frankie sighed. “Are you ok? Did, did they hurt you?”

“No.” Gavin sounded relieved. “That guy brought me straight home and told me to stay put. He said Tilly will be in touch about a job. Fuck, dude. The guy is fuckin’ sat outside my house in a car just watchin’ me.”

“Just stay put then.” Frankie pulled his cap off, tossing it onto the table. “If they wanted to hurt you, they would have. Just don’t do anything stupid, ok?”

“Ok.” Gavin agreed. “Are you ok? What happened after I left?”

“Tilly wanted to… talk,” Frankie answered slowly, trying to figure out how much to tell Gavin. “He wants me to help fix up his classic car collection.”

“The fuck?”

“I know.” Frankie gave a small laugh. It did sound stupid and weird. “Made me an offer, but I haven’t looked at it yet.”

Gavin was quiet for a few moments before speaking again. He sounded calmer. “Well, it might be a good job. I mean, the guy is loaded, so, yeah. Might be a good deal.”

“Maybe.” Frankie hummed. “Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt, or you know…”

“Yeah.” Frankie could hear someone talking to Gavin in the background. “I gotta go. My mom wants help with something. But Frank… thanks for callin’ dude.”

“No problem Gav.”

“And Frank!” Gavin interrupted before Frankie could end the call.

“Yeah?”

“I’m so fucking sorry, dude.”

“I know.” Frankie sighed. “Take care, Gav. See you tomorrow at work, ok?”

Ending the call, Frankie put his phone on the table and pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket. The neatly folded paper looked small and meaningless, but Frankie couldn’t bring himself to open it. Finally, after a few seconds of starting at it, Frankie took a long deep breath. It was like pulling a bandaid off; he just needed to do it. The paper tremored in his shaking hands as Frankie slowly unfolded it.

$4,050.

There it was, the offer, and then a cellphone number, probably Tilly’s.

The number looked so innocuous, but Frankie’s heart sped up slightly. It was a bit less that he was making a month working for Malcolm but not so much that it would make a meaningful impact on his life. Damn it! This is what he had been afraid of. The offer was a serious one, not insulting, but one actually worth thinking about from a financial point of view.

Frankie knew he needed to talk to someone about this. He needed an objective point of view, and Pope was the first person who sprung to mind. That wasn’t an option, though. Even if he had Pope’s number, which he didn’t, it would have meant revealing what Tilly wanted him to do. And that was the crux of the issue. Was Frankie prepared to sell his body?

Gavin had already been doing that. He was technically already a prostitute, but it had been out of his control. It was easy to blame it all on Gavin, but if he went down this road with Tilly, this would be his choice. There would be no getting around that. It would be all on him.

Frankie’s alarm jolted him awake the following morning. The sun was already up, and the sounds of traffic drifted through his partially open window. Groaning, Frankie reached over to shut it off and grabbed his phone. He had one message; it was from Tyler.

[Hey. How did it go with your friends? Miss you ♥️]

Sitting up, Frankie winced as his back cracked. He had meant to call or message Tyler on Monday but got distracted by Gavin and Tilly. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Frankie quickly typed his response.

[Sorry, meant to message. Things went great. It was good to see them. Will call later. Something has come up with Gav and his bullshit. I’ll fill you in once I get more details.]

By the time Frankie had showered and dressed, Tyler had replied.

[Ok. Keep me in the loop. Just wanted to make sure you were good ♥️]

Forcing himself to eat, Frankie stared into his cereal bowl. Withdrawal was hitting him full force now, smacking him with the double whammy of nightmares and fatigue. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

He knew he wasn’t concentrating well. His thoughts felt slow, all of which was adding to the anxiety about Tilly’s offer. By the time he had finished his bowl, Frankie had a plan. He’d call Tilly on his lunch to arrange another meeting, but this time somewhere he chose. That way, he could get more details and make a better decision.

Gavin wasn’t in the shop all that morning, sending Frankie into panic mode as his anxiety and cocaine withdrawal-induced paranoia collided. Every time the door opened, Frankie’s head shot up to check if it was the young blond and each time, his hopes were dashed. Malcolm seemed furious, Carl had briefly asked Frankie where Gavin was, and Frankie wasn’t sure if the older man believed him when he said he had no idea.

Finally, just before lunch Gavin arrived, visibly high, and was promptly torn a new one by his uncle. Frankie could only watch as Gavin left the shop, head hung with obvious tears in his eyes after clearing out his locker. Frankie didn’t know why Gavin would do something so stupid, like getting fired, but he suspected it had something to do with Tilly.

Grabbing his things for lunch, Frankie headed over to his truck before taking several deep calming breaths. It was time to get this over with. Keying in the number on the paper, Frankie heard the ringing before the call was answered.

“Hello? Garth Tilly, who is this?” Tilly’s voice on the other end sent a shiver up Frankie’s spine.

“It’s Frankie Morales.” Frankie hoped his voice sounded calmer than he felt.

“Oh.” Tilly’s voice immediately became more cheerful. “Thanks for calling. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I wanted to get more details about the job offer you made me.” Frankie started to play nervously with the hem of his shirt. “The offer is good, but I’d like to know more about what would be expected of me.”

“Of course, of course.” Frankie could hear Tilly shifting something about. “Shall I send a car to pick you up? Or would it be more convenient for me to come to you this time?”

Frankie paused for a moment to consider his options before answering. “We can meet here at the shop where I work. There are some sheds out the back, so we can speak privately.”

“Perfect.” Tilly sounded pleased. Frankie wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “You finished at 5, yes? I’ll be waiting for you when you're done.”

As the call ended, Frankie sat in silence. That felt too easy. Or was he overthinking it? Or was Tilly playing him? His thoughts shifted and contracted each other as he began to eat his lunch.

Sure enough, as 5 rolled around and the rest of the guys at the garage started to gather their things, Frankie found Tilly already waiting outside one of the storage sheds. He greeted Frankie with a wide grin, dressed casually in jeans and a worn-looking band t-shirt. A far cry from his usual image of the sharply dressed businessman.

“Hey there.” Tilly beamed, waiting patiently for Frankie to open the door before following him inside. “How's your day been?”

“Busy.” Frankie pulled two crates out to the center of the room, sitting on one of them. His whole body ached, and his stomach rolled uncomfortably. He just wanted to get this over with. “Did you have something to do with Gavin today?”

“Ah, young Mr. Ross.” Tilly took a seat on the crate next to Frankie’s. “I asked him to either quit or get fired from his job here. He’s going to be working for me for a while. Why, what did he do? Which did he choose?”

“Fired.” Frankie frowned. “Came in high.”

“Not what I would have done.” Tilly scowled, shaking his head. “He really is an idiot. Oh well, hopefully, he’ll be better behaved for me. Anyway, enough about Gavin. What did you want to talk to me about? Have you thought about the job?”

“Well,” Frankie swallowed, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was. Looking down at his hands, Frankie tried to gather his thoughts. “First of all, let me say thank you for the offer. It’s very generous, but it’s slightly less than I make per month now at the shop and-”

“Per month?” Tilly gave a short soft laugh. “No. No, that would be weekly.”

“Weekly?” Frankie’s head shot up. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” Tilly nodded, giving Frankie a small smile. “Look, I need a private mechanic. I wasn’t bullshitting about that. I have some fucking expensive and unique cars, and I need someone who knows what they are doing and is going to give a shit. But then the other side of the job, well… that requires discretion. And discretion costs money.”

Frankie nodded thoughtfully. Everything Tilly was saying made a certain sense. Tilly paused for a moment before continuing.

“Do you know why I had Gavin drug you?”

Frankie shook his head. “Figured you just liked me like that.”

“Not really.” Tilly frowned, shaking his head slowly. “I’m not a big fan of drugs. The real reason is simple. I’m not out. I have a few people who know in my inner circle, but to the rest of the world, I’m just another straight businessman. In my world, there are people who would use being gay against me, so I keep it under wraps. When I knew I wanted to keep seeing you, I had to figure out a way to keep my secret. Gavin was easy to deal with. I can scare him.” Tilly laughed. “But you, you were a different matter. An ex-Delta Force operator. Wow. Drug addict or not, you are not a guy to be messed with, so I knew I couldn’t bully you into keeping quiet.”

Tilly stood up and sighed. Frankie just watched as it began to pace, running his hand through his hair.

“All of this is before I got to know you, you understand.” Tilly turned, offering Frankie an apologetic look. “I needed to keep my secret, and you were already taking whatever Gavin gave you, so it seemed like a good solution.”

“It’s fucked up.” Frankie growled.

“It is. It was. It was a really fucked up thing for me to do.” Tilly stopped pacing and nodded. Turning to face Frankie once more, his shoulders dropped as Tilly swallowed hard. “You don’t remember anything from our time together, and I know you only have my word, but we never did anything you didn’t want to do.”

“Yeah, right.” Frankie scoffed.

“Honestly.” Tilly placed his right hand over his heart. “Whenever you didn’t like something, you told me so, and we would stop. Some nights, we didn’t even fuck; we just chatted, or sometimes we just cuddled. You told me about your time in the Army, your squad, the things you saw when serving, and how that’s why you started using coke. To stop the memories.”

Frankie looked up at Tilly. The other man was stood off to the side of the room, arms folded across his chest, looking over at Frankie with what felt like genuine fondness.

“What else did I say?” Frankie asked cautiously. If he’d been out of it, he could have said anything. Fuck! What if Tilly knew about Tom?

“You never liked talking about it, so I never pushed.” Tilly shrugged. “But I know what you like and don’t like in bed. I know you like singing along to Fleetwood Mac, how much you like getting your hands dirty fixing things, and that your favorite movie is Return of the Jedi because of the Ewoks. I also know how much you miss your daughter and regret everything that happened with her mom.”

Tilly had his eyes locked with Frankie’s, but Frankie couldn’t help but duck his head down to hide his face with the brim of his baseball cap. Tears stung his eyes as he thought about his baby girl and how he must have laid naked with Tilly talking about her. When Frankie looked up, Tilly was crouched in front of him.

“Frankie,” Tilly said softly, “I know this isn’t how you planned everything to go, but I can offer you a good job and a chance to get back on your feet.”

“As your whore.”

“I wouldn’t use that word.” Tilly frowned. “I’d prefer to think of you as my companion. But technically speaking, yes, on top of your mechanic duties, you would also serve as a private escort. The pay reflects that. But to the outside world and on the books, you are my private mechanic. That’s what you can tell people because, well, it’s the truth.”

“If I agree to do this, there needs to be some rules.” Frankie sighed, wiping his eyes and staring up at Tilly. “Hard lines, got it?”

“I agree.” Tilly nodded, moving to sit next to Frankie. “Why don’t we take some time and put together some rules for each of us? Then next time we meet, we can go through them.”

“You make this sound like a business negotiation.” Frankie laughed mirthlessly.

“Well, in many ways, it is.” Tilly shrugged. “We each need to know what the other is bringing to the table, where the lines are, as you said, and then we can put together contracts. One to cover your employment with the cars and a private one for your other services. It would be informal and not legally binding but still important.”

“All right.” Frankie pushed off of his knees to stand up, feeling his joints creak as he did. “Tomorrow?”

“Just tell me when and where?” Tilly nodded, smiling once more.

#frankie morales #frankie 'catfish' morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales x original male character(s)#francisco morales x original male character(s)#triple frontier #m/m fiction #rock bottom fic

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galaxofmuses · 2 years

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Drabble: Follow Ups

It was the usual bustling early day as Tobias wakes up from his apartment which is nice and quaint. It is filled up with walls of newspaper clippings and there are several photos of his coworkers and certain people that seems to be family. Stuffing himself with some toast and an orange flavored tank for the morning and packing up an extra cherry flavored E Tank or two since he’s always goes for a hearty meal of energy and built up to purposefully for combat. But now he is using his strength in a different way to help out people. Carrying heavy camera equipment and even learning how to use a camera at ease and filming the right spots at the same time.

Tobias absolutely loves his work and the compliments always makes his week so much better. He was running so many stories to plan to talk to his bestie Kang. Tobi knew he can definitely count on him since he’s honestly the only IT coworker who can deal with his sunshine personality.

As he wears his shirt and sweater vest and nice pair of pants and shoes, looking out there it seems rather cloudy today, perhaps a chance of rain. Well he might have to talk to the crew about those plans to film later. He steps out of the apartment and of course making sure that it’s locked. He heads out of the building and taking a nice jog through downtown.

As he enters with a smile and waving at the front desk and heading to the elevators and finally back to work at his usual office and the usual crew. He was about to greet his coworkers, but he looks around to see well....people gathering and whispering in a murmur about something.

His smile fades out quickly and even lowering his usual cheery voice and into a quite and considerate tone. “Hey guys.....What’s going on?” His crew looks up in concern and knowing well that Tobi isn’t going to take this new information well.

The Leader of the crew, who is a reploid as well, wearing a vest and polo shirt and jearns. A rather normal look for a reploid, but what really sticks out is his long past shoulder length silver hair tied up in a ponytail. Aether adjusts his cap and sighs. “Hey Tobes...We’re having a discussion about what the Chief said...and well...” He takes the data log and showing Tobias the unfortunate report.”

KANG CHO: FROM THE TECH DEPARTMENT AT ROCKET NEWS

LAST SEEN: XX/XX/21XX

IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ABOUT KANG CHO CALL XXX-XXX-XXXX OR ABEL CITY’S LAW ENFORCEMENT HOTLINE

“What?...I-I saw him before I head out with you guys but I...” His words faltered as his eyes moved away as his circuits are racing to process this heavy news.

The crew felt really terrible to break out the news and of course they are concerned about their missing coworker as well. Even they don’t know him personally, but they knew that Kang is very punctual and precise when it comes to his work.

“Sorry Tobes....We even try to ask anyone that knows Kang personally as well, it’s like he vanished without a trace.”

“I don’t believe he’s gone! I’m gonna fine hi-!” Having his emotions awry, but his crew was ready to grab him before he does anything reckless.

Aether holds his hand to stop and proceeds to put both hands on the other reploid’s shoulders to calm the blonde reploid. Looking back at his steely silver eyes with Tobe’s bright sky blue eyes that are filled with determination.

“Miss Garner is already one step ahead so...It’s up for the Hunters and the Officials. Tobias, I know you are very loyal to your friends, but you are needed here.”

Tobias stops struggling and listening to Aether’s common sense and feeling his eyes watering with emotion.

“Boss I.......I don’t want to lose another...”

Aether gently puts his arm around him in comfort and leading him into the break room. Tobias is definitely going to have a bit of a good cry before he gets back to work. But knowing that his friend his missing, he really needs to talk to someone about this and the first thing he remembers is....Jayden.

He knew that Kang and Jay stuck together during coffee breaks and noticing that Kang is always a tiny bit more softer when he was around with her. Then there is another realization....he needs to break that promise.

“Wait....Jay.....I need to talk to Miss Garner!” With that he wiping his tears away and turning to head out of the break room and into a hurry to look for the reporter.

#:: Drabble ::#:: Ver;MMX; Duty for Reporting! ::#:: OC; Side Muse; Aether ::#:: OC; Tobias ::#:: Event; The Disappearance of Kang Cho ::#long post #// If any of you understand my inspiration of Tobi and Aether's names I would love you forever :D <3 #// also very long drabble cuz oh boy I also hint some Toby story stuff too

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real-goblin-kris · 7 years

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i just really want bisexual steve rogers

#bisexual steve #bisexual captain america #give captain america a boyfriend #this stresses me out ok #i need bi cap I’m not sorry

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bi-avatar · 3 years

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i might change my pfp 👀

#I’ve got two bi mako ones they’re so nice and tempting #I made them myself lmao #I also have a bi korrasami one it’s so cute but I’m using it on tiktok rn #to kind of use one of them everywhere you know #I also have one with kyoshi and a bi flag #they’re are just too many bicons in avatar #they can’t all be my pfp 😔#anyway I need to make a bi bolin one since it LITERALLY says that on his WIKIPEDIA #sorry for the caps but I’m still not over that #this reminds me that I have the bi-bolin url #i cant believe it wasn’t taken #but bi-avatar is such a vibe too and it’s TRUE #anyway I feel like I don’t deserve bi-bolin since he’s probably the one I’m least invested in of the krew #and I love him A LOT so that’s saying something #anyway I’m gonna think for a bit #I can’t let go of wu well #my king #like him being gay shaped my blog #so did mako bring bi and korrasami but idk #jade talks #if you see me changing my pfp three times in the upcoming day… you know

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sourholland · 3 years

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Some timothee fluff pleass :)) love your work !!

Cake || Timothée Chalamet

Summary → You go live on Instagram and bake a cake. Timothée comes home halfway through and doesn’t realize you’re live-streaming.

AN → This is just pure fluff tbh, a little short but pure fluff

Pairing(s) → Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader

Warnings → Strong Language

Word Count → 900

You stepped back, pressing the ‘go live’ button on your Instagram. In the shot behind you was your oven and white countertops, a few plants, and the earthy green cupboards.

Since you had done 73 questions with Vogue, your New York City penthouse apartment had become sort of famous. Everyone had absolutely died over your kitchen, adoring the many plants and bronze pots and pans hanging from the ceiling.

You were dressed in a pair of white flowing pants, overtop of it was a simple black tank top and a grey zip up that belonged to Timothée.

Within the first few seconds, thousands of people had joined the livestream. Comments began to flood in, some of them making you laugh while you leaned in to glance at the phone you’d sat against the counter. There were dozens of remarks just on the atmosphere of your apartment.

It was heavily raining outside, a thick smog covering the city. You had lit candles all throughout your’s and Timothée’s shared space. He didn’t mind the crystals scattered around, resting on windowsills and shelves. He quite often asked for you to read his tarot cards, loving the way you would sit crisscross in front of him on the carpet and explain what everything meant.

userone: im so fucking in love with you

usertwo: where’s timmy????

userthree: make a tiktok pls

You scrolled through comments, laughing at a few, making sure not to dwell on some of the harsher ones. You smiled at the few familiar friends joining the live, exchanging a bit of banter as you grabbed some ingredients out of the fridge.

“Okay—so, as you all know, I’m no chef,” you snorted, holding up the box of cake mix. “All it needs is like eggs, water, and oil—I figured I couldn’t really fuck that up.”

florencepugh: i’m disappointed y/n

oliviarodrigo: you’ll find a way y/n/n

“Flo, I’m sorry,” you whined, drawling out the y.

The soft hum of Fleetwood Mac played in the back, Spotify just barely visible behind you on your laptop. Timothée was out, and you had tried to occupy yourself, finding nothing better to do than bake.

You cracked the eggs into the large plastic bowl, grinning at the phone in the process. You couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that someone would turn these clips into an Instagram edit.

userfour: i love u sm

userfive: how do u look so effortlessly good tf

usersix: i love ur kitchen stoppppppppp

userseven: bi panic

“You guys are hysterical—shit, I think I almost put too much oil in,” you said in a hushed tone.

lydianight: NOT U LITERALLY FUCJING UP CAKE OUT OF A BOX PLEASEEE

odessaazion: ur literally so hot y/n even if u can’t make food for shit

userseven: LMAOO DID SHE EVEN READ THE BOX ???

“You guys have no faith in me,” you said, chuckling as you whisked. “It’s disheartening, really. I’m hurt!”

You jokingly placed a hand on your heart, pretending to cry. You had bits of the packaged cake mix on your cheeks, hair pulled back and out of your face. The pan was greased in front of you, This Town by Niall Horan coming on behind you.

You were so focused on getting the clumps of chocolate powder separated that you hadn’t even heard the jangle of keys at the front door, or the sound of it shutting. You held the bowl up to the camera, nodding that it looked good enough.

You yelped when a pair of hands slid over your hips, pulling them back and making you jump. Timothée turned you around a moment later and cupped the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a quick kiss. He was in a grey hoodie and black joggers, hair skewed about under a navy blue baseball cap and slightly wet.

“If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you,” he mumbled, spinning you around in a playful dance a moment later.

“Didn’t hear you come in,” you giggled at his swaying motion.

“Yeah? I yelled your name,” he pecked your lips in between each word.

usereight: im gonna go cry now

usernine: tell me ur single without telling me ur single

userten: fuck that’s so cute

usereleven: AND NIALLLL STOP

“I’m on live,” you said, watching him look over at the phone and awkwardly wave.

“Shit, why didn’t you tell me?” He chuckled, dipping a finger into the cake mix before you could swat his hand away.

He sucked on his index finger a moment later, ignoring you as you hit him a few times with the oven mitt at your right. He snatched the wooden spoon not far from him and held it up with a wide grin.

“You sure about that?” He mused, waving it in the air.

usertwelve: when they hit each other with kitchen suppliesssss

userthirteen: i’ll never be over this

“Was the cake mix any good, at least?” You couldn’t help but ask, watching him take off the hat, ruffle his hair a bit and then put it back on.

“I love you—but it tasted like shit,” he barely got out, running as you started to swat him with the mitt again.

userfourteen: god im so alone

#timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet imagines #timothée chalamet imagines #timothée chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet imagine

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fluffy-lee · 3 years

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Happy Birthday, Steve.

Part 11 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x Reader

Warnings: Slight injury to minor, stupid amount of sappy fluff.

Estimated Reading Time: 35 minutes.

Summary: Picking up from the end of Part 10, the night takes a turn for Y/n as Loki’s message occupies her mind, while Y/n occupies Bucky’s. An unexpected call from Bruce worries Steve and Tony. Here’s how the Avengers celebrated the Fourth.

The rest of the night didn't quite go as planned. You were sitting around the fire with everyone and when you got up to get a soda, you stood up too fast and became dizzy. You tripped and fell onto the fire pit and you burned your right forearm pretty bad. It nearly gave everyone a heart attack. Peter was so close to catching you due to his reflexes, but was not fast enough this time.

“WOAH!” Peter exclaimed.

He immediately yanked you off the fire pit, and pulled you to him. Everyone else jumped up. If it weren’t for Peter’s reflexes, your burn would’ve been much worse.

You felt okay, but then looked down at your arm to see there was a white patch. It wasn't huge but everyone could tell it was gonna be painful. Bucky snatched you up and ran inside.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Yeah. It kinda is starting to hurt." You said.

You felt disappointed that this happened.

"Here. Keep this on it." Bucky said, placing an ice pack on it.

"Ahhh that feels much better." You sighed.

Tony, Steve, and Nat came in.

"I'm going to go look and see what medicine we have." Tony said, running up the stairs.

"Well I don't think it's that bad." You said.

"Take the ice off a second, let me see it." Natasha said.

You took the ice off and Natasha saw the white mark. She could tell it was second degree and was not going to feel good tonight. As you had the ice off it, you started to feel the painful heat spread. That is a bad feeling. You put the ice back on it and it didn't hurt as bad when you did that.

"Keep that on there, babe." Bucky instructed.

You nodded. You felt sad. Why did this have to happen?

Suddenly, Peter walked in. "You alright, Y/n?" He asked.

"I am, but also kinda not." You said.

It was evident you were disappointed, rightfully so. Burns suck.

"I'm sorry, Y/n/n." Peter said with his sweet sad eyes.

"It'll be alright." You said, giving him a reassuring smile.

"It's gonna hurt a bit but we're going to make sure you have what you need, okay?" Steve said.

"All we have is this aloe vera." Tony announced, holding up the green bottle. "Ice it for about 10 more minutes and then put this on it. We need to go to town to get pain relievers and burn stuff."

Bucky and Tony ended up going to town to get what you needed. You felt bad, but they assured you that you had nothing to be sorry about.

You stood in the kitchen icing your arm. It was just you and Steve now. Everyone else had given you well wishes, making sure you didn’t need anything, and headed to bed. They knew Steve would take good care of you.

"Well this isn't fun, huh?" Steve said, tickling your chin.

That made you smile.

"How about we watch some TV?" Steve suggested.

You nodded and followed him to the living room. He put on The Office because he knew you liked it. He turned to you on the couch and removed your ice pack. He held his hand out for you to give him your arm. You hesitantly gave him your arm and he applied the aloe vera, gently rubbing it on your arm. He had gentle hands, even though he could easily stop a bus with them.

"Does that hurt?" He asked.

"Not really. It's helping I think." You whispered.

"Good." Steve said, being very careful not to hurt you. “I’ve never seen you fall like that before. What happened?

“I stood up too fast and got dizzy I guess.” You sighed.

Steve nodded and opened the cap on the bottle and poured some more onto his hand, before applying another coat on your arm.

“Your birthday is tomorrow.” You said, smiling at him.

Steve looked up from your arm and smiled back.

“Please don’t make a big deal.” He grinned.

“I’m gonna make a big deal!” You argued.

“Why? What’s the point?” He argued back.

You sat in silence for a moment.

“Because you’re my favorite person in the world.” You whispered, with a small smile.

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. He put the ice pack back on your arm. He shrugged his shoulders, trying to find words. He shook his head and looked back up at you. He squished your cheeks with his hand and you giggled.

Steve was so special to you even though you had tons of love to go around for everyone on the team.

“I love you very, very much, Y/n. Don’t you ever doubt that, okay?”

“Okay…”

“You’re my favorite, too.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead and leaned back on the couch to lay down. You snuggled up to Steve's side and he held the ice on your arm. You were watching the TV, occasionally chuckling at the show. After an episode, you noticed Steve had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful. You focused back on the show, letting Steve sleep and trying to distract yourself from the burn, but you started to zone out in thought. You were becoming more and more worried about Loki's message. It was almost driving you crazy. What if it was bad? You didn't want to cause Thor trouble just because you were being selfish and wanted him to stay on Earth longer. The sound of keys and the front door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. Bucky and Tony came inside with a bag of supplies.

“How is it, Y/n/n?” Tony asked, having you show him the burn.

“I can’t stand to have the ice off it.”

Steve sat up. His eyes were red and heavy with tiredness.

“Are you feeling alright?” Bucky asked, handing you ibuprofen and a glass of water.

You nodded and took that while Steve went to wash his hands.

“We’ve got you antibacterial ointment, pain relief cream, hydrocolloid, and bandages.” Tony said.

“Thank you so much, guys.” You said.

Bucky sat next to you and lovingly rubbed your back.

Steve came back and took your arm. You tried to pull it away and Steve let you.

“Honey, either you let me do it, or you do it. Whatever you are more comfortable with.

You nodded. “Okay, you do it.”

Steve applied the antibacterial first and you flinched, making their eyes go wide.

“I’m okay!” You assured them with a breathy laugh.

Steve applied the pain relief cream and you instantly felt so much relief.

“That stuff helps so much!” You exclaimed, making the three of them smile.

“I knew it would!” Tony said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Steve placed the hydrocolloid patch over your burn and then wrapped your forearm up with the bandage. They took care of you and you knew you were going to be fine.

“Are you ready to go to bed now?” Steve asked with a yawn.

“Yes, and you obviously are too!” You quipped, pressing his belly button through his shirt.

Steve chuckled tiredly, and did the same to you. You squeaked and giggled, backing into Bucky who scooped you up baby style.

“Goodnight. Love you.” Steve said, kissing your cheek.

“Love you too.” You said.

Steve went upstairs. Tony came back from putting your burn supplies on the counter.

“Night night!” He said, kissing your head.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you again, Tony. I love you!”

“I love you too, kid!” He said, and headed up the stairs.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” Bucky asked.

You had to think for a second. You would’ve just slept with Bucky tonight, but you had a plan. You knew you needed to talk to Thor without anyone else knowing, and it would be harder to sneak out of their room.

“Just in my room with Nat.” You answered.

Bucky carried you to your room and laid you down. Natasha was asleep in her bed. Bucky covered you up with the quilt.

“I love you.” Bucky whispered in your ear and gave you little kisses on your ear. You cupped your hand over your mouth because it tickled and you almost laughed. You didn’t want to wake Nat. Bucky knew what he was doing, too.

“I love you too.” You whispered back.

You could see Bucky’s face thanks to the light from the hallway. He had a look of worry. Bucky really hated the thought of you being hurt in any way, shape, or form.

“I promise you, I’m okay.” You reassured him.

Bucky sucked in his cheek and sighed. He wasn’t sure.

“I am! At least I still have my arm! ...Wait. I-”

Bucky’s eyebrows went up as high as they could go and his mouth hung open in shock.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” You whispered frantically.

“I’m so gonna get you for that tomorrow.” He whispered before walking out of the room.

You put your hands over your face and Bucky closed the door. You quietly laughed to yourself. Bucky did the same as he walked to his room.

You waited a few minutes before reaching under your pillow and grabbing the note. You tiptoed out of your room and made your way to Peter and Thor’s room. You heard Peter’s soft snores, assuring you that he was asleep. You went to Thor’s side of the bed and shook his shoulder. You felt nervous waking him up, but it was important. He woke up slightly confused.

“Thor…” You whispered.

“Y/n? What is it?” He asked.

“Shhh. I-I need to… talk to you.”

“Oh okay. Come on.” He said, slowly sitting up and getting out of bed.

Anytime you told Thor you needed him, he didn’t hesitate. You really appreciated that.

He followed you out into the hallway.

“I can’t have anyone else hear this.” You said.

“First of all, are you okay?” Thor asked.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go downstairs.”

You followed Thor downstairs, careful not to wake anyone up. You weren’t too scared of waking anyone up because everyone was tired after today.

Thor walked into the kitchen and sat you on the counter.

“What’s the matter, Princess?”

“I saw Loki today… when Peter and I went on our bike ride.”

You watched as Thor’s facial expression changed with concern.

“He put a sleeping spell on Peter and told me I had only two days to give you... this.” You started, handing him the note with the green ribbon. “I was going to wait longer because I was scared you would have to leave… and last time you left I didn’t see you for a really long time. And that made me sad. But I was worried it says something bad. I can’t read the writing.”

Thor placed a hand on your face, stroking his thumb on your cheek.

“I’m sorry I was away for so long, Y/n. I don’t always have a choice.”

“I know you don’t.”

Thor smiled.

“Luckily, this is a good message.”

Your eyes lit up.

“What does it say?!”

“Heimdall is sending you a gift in two days. He wanted to make sure I was there to receive it.” Thor chuckled.

“Really? That’s so exciting! ...Loki made it seem like it was so bad.”

“That’s Loki for you.” Thor quipped, shaking his head.

You nodded and smiled. You were so excited to receive your gift from Heimdall. You wondered what it was.

“Y/n… I might be gone for long periods of time, but it’s only because I am needed on Asgard, or elsewhere. It does not mean that I do not miss you. You are so special to me, little one.”

“You’re special to me too.” You launched into his arms and hugged him, making him chuckle.

“Thank you for telling me the truth, Y/n.”

You gave him a small smile and a nod.

“Let’s go to bed now.” Thor said, lifting you up off the counter and setting you down.

You walked up the stairs with him and said your goodnights.

...

Your alarm brought you out of your deep sleep. You sat up and turned your alarm off quickly, in fear of waking Natasha. You failed.

“Now I’m awake.” Nat sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

Natasha smiled, head on her pillow. “Nice hair.”

You looked across the room at yourself in the mirror to see your messy hair. It was quite funny actually. Natasha giggled and started scrolling through her phone while you hopped out of your bed in pursuit of your brush.

Today was July 4th- Independence Day for America and Steve’s birthday. Ever since you moved to America, you had really fallen in love with the 4th of July and the celebrations that come with it. Tony made it really fun, especially for Steve’s birthday. The plan for the day was to head downtown for the parade after breakfast, go to the lake, and a fireworks show.

“How’s your arm?” She asked.

“It kinda hurts. I’m going to take more pain medicine.” You groaned.

“I’m sorry. Those suck. But the medicine will help.”

“It is what it is.” You shrugged.

“I know what will cheer you up.” Natasha smirked.

You blushed and hugged your sides. Nat rolled her eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tickle you.” She chuckled.

You and Nat stood side by side in the bathroom mirror doing your makeup. You both did matching looks, finishing off with a cute red lipstick. It was festive and you were both happy with it. You also had matching outfits. This made you really happy, because you knew Nat wouldn’t do this with just anyone. You went downstairs dressed and ready, and you were surprised to find everyone awake except Peter… and Steve.

“Awww look at you two!” Pepper said. “Tony, get a picture!”

Tony smiled and pulled out his phone to take some pictures of you and Nat. Afterwards, you asked where Steve was. Finding out from Bucky and Sam that he was still asleep, you smirked evilly, heading to his room. You slowly crept inside to poor, peacefully sleeping Steve and you kissed his cheek, causing him to slightly wake up. Then, his eyes went wide.

“Oh no.”

“OH YES!” You shouted, pouncing onto Steve, straddling his waist. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” You shoved your fingers in the crook of his neck, wiggling them, causing Steve’s handsome laughter to pour out of his smile.

“Y/N! Waihahahahait!”

“Nope! It’s your birthday!” You said, tickling his ribs.

All Steve could do was just weakly laugh. He wouldn’t fight back, because you two had an agreement. You could tickle him on his birthday and not expect immediate retaliation, without at least a ten second head start to get away. Plus, he let you have your fun.

“Cappy cappy birthdaaaay! Cappy birthday to you!” You sang funnily, making him only laugh more as you tickled his belly.

“You ahahaare crahahaazy!” Steve laughed.

You let up and smiled at him.

“Go get ready so you can eat breakfast and not worry about being late, okay?” You said.

Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. “Okaaay.”

“...Are you gonna get me back?” You asked with a nervous blush.

“Not until later. When you least expect it.” Steve smirked.

Your face heated up at the thought. You pulled him out of bed.

“Now get ready!” You ordered, shoving him towards the bathroom.

Steve slowly turned around with a glare.

“Do I need to get you now?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

You froze in place with a shy smile. Steve leaned towards you, before pouncing and gripping your sides, squeezing them repeatedly. You squealed and giggled, jumping backwards out of his hands. You ran out of the room giggling. Steve laughed and got ready.

…

You sat between Wanda and Peter during breakfast. Peter tiredly leaned his head on your shoulder. You patted his curls and reached to steal one of his biscuits while his eyes were closed, but right as you were about to pick it up, his hand grabbed yours.

"Stupid Spidey Sense!" You groaned while everyone laughed.

Peter held your hand tight and used his other hand to poke your sides. You started squirming and giggling. Peter was good at poking. Something about his pokes just tickled extra.

“Sohohohrry! Sorry!” You cried, causing Peter to stop.

Bucky came over to where you were sitting. He grabbed your right arm and began examining it while you were talking with Pepper.

“How’s it feeling?” He asked.

“It’s better.” You replied.

“FRIDAY, scan her arm please.” Tony ordered, holding a device up to your arm.

“The wound is healing at an adequate rate.” FRIDAY said.

This gave everyone, especially Bucky, some peace of mind. You weren’t worried about it though.

After breakfast, Tony announced that it was time for everyone to get ready to go. Everyone started gathering their things. Bucky had a little backpack that he was packing for you. Bucky didn’t get to know you until you were older and independent, so it meant a lot to him to be able to do little things for you. Originally, he was just going to pack stuff for your burn, but after he had all of that packed, he decided he’d add a few more things.

“Well, she’ll probably get thirsty because it is going to be hot outside.” He thought to himself, so he made you a water bottle with crushed ice, how you liked it.

Then, he thought “It’s going to be really sunny. She should probably wear sunscreen.” So, he packed that too.

“Packin’ the diaper bag?” Sam teased.

“Shut up, Sam.” Bucky groaned, rolling his eyes.

Sam chuckled, and so did Steve and Natasha.

All of a sudden, Tony walked in, slinging a bag of stuff for Peter over his shoulder.

“What’s so funny?”

…

“Oh I forgot my sunglasses in my room.” You said from where you and Peter were standing by the front door.

You walked down the hall, not knowing that Peter was following you with wicked intentions.

“You better run!” Peter warned playfully as you met the bottom of the stairs.

You slowly turned around to see the playful glint in his eyes.

“RUN!” He boomed.

You took off running up the stairs, but a couple steps from the top, your fear got the best of you and you turned around and sat down only to be snatched up by Peter, who laid you at the top of the stairs.

“Gotcha!” He growled, hovering over you.

“Peheheter please! I don’t deserve this!” You begged, already nervously giggling.

“Don’t deserve what?” He asked.

“Mmm you know!” You whined.

“Know what?”

“You’regonnatickleme!” You mumbled shyly.

“You thought I was gonna TICKLE you?” Peter teased, beginning to tickle the sides of your tummy, making you erupt into laughter. “Well, I think that’s a good idea!”

“Peheheheheter!” You said through your belly laughter.

“Y/n!” He mocked you, reaching down to squeeze your thighs.

You thrashed and kicked and Peter gave you a mean look.

“You kick me one more time, I’m gonna web you.” He warned through gritted teeth.

He was being so mean! Of course he was only playing. Peter likes to give you a hard time.

You squeezed your eyes shut and laughed your heart out while Peter’s tickles moved back up to your tummy.

“Peheheterrrr! Pehheheheheter!”

You laughed and laughed, making Peter smile through his mean act.

“You’re just so easy to tickle! How could I not just tickle you?” He teased, shooting his wiggling fingers into your underarms.

This tickled so bad that you couldn’t take it anymore. Peter knew it too, but he was in a playful mood, and wanted to push it.

That’s the thing about Peter- if he is going to tickle you, he’s really going to tickle you. You loved it, even though it tickled so bad.

He saw tears in your eyes and he knew you needed a break, so he stopped, and straddled your waist so you wouldn’t try to run. You took advantage of this, catching your breath, because you knew that it wasn’t over, and secretly, you didn’t want it to be over.

Peter gave you a mischievous smile and grabbed one of your socked feet.

Your eyes went wide.

“Oh no.”

Then, he began to scratch the bottom of your foot. You squealed and thrashed, much to Peter’s amusement. Then, he went back to tickling your tummy for a bit before his claws latched onto either side of your ribcage. And he shook.

This made you absolutely lose it.

“You know,” Peter began, starting one of the most flustering sentences he’s ever said to you. “You never say “Stop Peter! It tickles! Stop! I don’t like to be tickled!” You never say that. It makes me think you like it when I tickle you, Y/n!”

It was as if all the blood drained from your face. You grabbed his wrists and pushed.

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” You shouted, flustered.

“You’re not a very good liar!”

You didn’t know what to say. You were just lost in your laughter once again and you knew you weren’t strong enough to push him off.

“Peter! Y/n! We’ve got to go!” Tony called.

Peter smirked and let you free.

“You got lucky this time, Y/n!”

“You are just a bully!” You yelled playfully.

You ran to your room with a smile on your face, and grabbed your sunglasses before meeting the team outside.

…

You were squished between Bucky and Steve on the way to town. Peter sat in the front row on the left side and kept giving you teasing little glances, while you sunk down in your seat. You were too shy to face him after the wrecking you just received. You got that way after being wrecked.

You knew you had to come up with a plan to get your revenge on Peter, and you knew that you’d have to get the team to turn against him, especially Tony. Nothing made Peter more embarrassed than Tony tickling the snot out of him. You began plotting.

…

You all hopped out of the van, having arrived Downtown for the parade. It was a beautiful, historic little town. The perfect place to celebrate. Police had to escort you all. Having Captain America walking around at a 4th of July parade could potentially cause a swarm. They took you all to a little area where Steve, Tony, Sam, and Thor got to meet and greet with people. The rest of you had a shady spot on the sidelines to watch the parade.

“Nat-Nat!” You said, plopping down next to Natasha and cuddling her side for the parade.

“Oh come here, Y/n/n.” She chuckled, cuddling you back.

The parade was very fun and entertaining. You and Peter were scrambling for candy and began trading for your favorites. Sam came over and sat in the grass on your left side, while Peter was on your right. Sam gently nudged you in the side with his elbow, obviously wanting some candy.

“Aye, what you got in there?” He whispered.

You smiled wide and showed him your little blue bucket of candy. Peter loudly popped his bubble gum.

“Ah ah ah! What’s in it for us, huh?” Peter asked slyly, emphasizing his New York accent.

Sam raised his eyebrow.

“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be, is it?” Sam said.

Peter gave Sam a confident nod. You ate a piece of candy, observing this exchange, curious as to where it was going to go.

“You let me get my pick, and I don’t send a certain pic of you to your little crush back home!” Sam warned.

“Ugh! Ok ok ok have at it!” Peter yielded, handing over the candy bucket.

“Hey, what’s this thing?” You asked, picking out a small cylinder woven thing.

It was a “Chinese finger trap” and you had never seen one before.

Peter and Sam shared a smirk.

“You don’t know what this is? Well let me show you!” Sam said, holding it up. “Place one finger here, and one finger here.”

You did as he told you.

“Alright now, pull!”

You pulled, and soon found your fingers trapped! You couldn’t get them out! You panicked a little bit, but you couldn’t help but smile as Peter and Sam laughed. You rolled your eyes.

“I shouldn’t have trusted you!” You playfully spat at Sam.

“Now now, young lady! You need to be careful what you say while you’re in such a vulnerable position!” Sam scolded, poking your sides, making you shrink to the ground.

Sam took full advantage of you being trapped to tickle your tummy. You laughed and squeaked, thrashing like a fish out of water, but you still couldn’t get free. Peter leaned back next to you in the grass, giggling at you being tickled to pieces by Sam.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Sam taunted, tickling your neck.

Your laughter turned into quieter, bubbly giggles. The kind of giggles that you laugh so hard but aren’t as loud, but definitely not silent laughter.

“Oh Sam! You're so mean!” Natasha gasped, walking over to you three.

Sam chuckled and let you go.

Natasha sat down and pulled you back into her lap, showing you how to get free of the finger trap.

“That’s all I had to do this whole time?!” You cried.

Nat laughed and squeezed you into a comforting hug. You relaxed into it and stayed there, enjoying her cuddle.

A few minutes later, Bucky came over to check on you. He handed you your water bottle.

“Thank you!” You said, smiling up at him from Nat’s lap.

He smiled back.

“Are you in any pain?”

“No, thankfully!”

“Good, Because I’ve been hearing you squealing and laughing like every five minutes today. What's up with that?” Bucky asked with a smirk.

“Nooothiiing!” You blushed.

“She keeps getting tickled!” Nat teased, giving your sides ticklish little pinches, making you laugh and squirm.

“Of course Bucky’s daughter is ticklish.” Steve grinned, walking up.

Bucky tried to hide an embarrassed grin and clenched his jaw.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam asked with an evil smirk.

“You don't want to try and find out!” Bucky fumed, pointing with his metal finger.

“I’ll risk it.” Sam teased.

Steve chuckled.

“I know what it means!” You added with a grin.

Bucky gave you a warning look. He reached down and picked you up.

“You know, that reminds me about your little comment last night…” He trailed off.

“Mmm just get your revenge later please?”

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked, now concerned.

“It’s kind of starting to bother me again.” You said, holding up your bandaged arm.

Bucky took you to the van and placed you in the seat next to the door. Vision climbed in and sat next to you.

“Are you alright, darling?” Vision asked, rubbing your back.

“Yeah, just my burn is bothering me again.” You answered, as Bucky was leaning over you to grab the bag he packed from the back seat.

Bucky stood in front of you, unwrapping your bandage and taking off your hydrocolloid. Vision talked with you and did the best he could to help you and distract you from any pain. He actually really helped. Bucky used a sterile cloth to apply the pain relieving cream and you instantly felt relief. Bucky wrapped everything back up and you felt so much better.

“Thank you!” You said, hopping out of the van.

Bucky and Vision walked back with you to the rest of the group.

…

As you all were loading up to leave, you saw a group of kids surrounding Steve and Sam, they were thanking them for their service, asking them for their autographs, and asking them loads of questions. You saw Bucky off to the side, waiting to leave. You felt sorry for him. He served too. He suffered greatly, but that was forgotten by many. But not my one chubby brown-haired boy who walked up to Bucky.

“Excuse me, sir!” The little boy said, catching Bucky by surprise.

“Yes?”

“I just want to thank you for your service, Sergeant Barnes!”

You saw a look of such strong emotion come over Bucky’s face, like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Bucky knelt down to his height.

“Thank you. So much. What’s your name, kid?”

“Connor. Your arm is so cool!” He gushed.

Bucky showed off his metal arm to Connor, talking with him.

You looked over at Steve, who was also witnessing what was happening to Bucky, and Steve made eye contact with you. You both gave each other a look through teary eyes, and smiled.

…

You all arrived at the lake and went out to the dock and got on the boat. Everyone found their spot. Steve was going to be driving. Tony, Pepper, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, and Vision were going to be sitting on the back end under the bimini top. Natasha and Thor were sitting next to each other in the front. You and Peter were also sitting next to each other at the front. Steve drove away from the dock slowly and noticed you kept walking up and down the aisle. First, you had to put your phone away, then your towel, then you wanted to give Bucky a hug, then when you came back down the little aisle again, Steve caught you in your tracks, placing a hand on your tummy.

“What are you coming back here for this time?” Steve questioned stopping the boat completely, even though it was going really slow.

“I just wanted some oreos!” You whined with a playful smile.

“Get some oreos and then don’t get up again. I’m going to go fast.” He scolded.

You got a few oreos and started walking back to your seat.

“Wait, give me one.” Steve said, stopping you again.

You giggled and held an oreo up to his mouth which he bit.

Everyone enjoyed the scenery and the cool wind as Steve drove the boat at a steadily fast speed for about thirty minutes, before pulling up to the restaurant. You all had grown to love this place, and it was the last time you’d eat here on the trip. You all sat in your usual place, the long table on the back porch out by the lakefront. This time you sat between Tony and Steve and across from Bucky. Tony was on your left and Steve on your right. Peter sat on the other side of Tony.

You and Steve both ordered a watermelon lemonade to drink.

“Mmmm!” You both said in unison, and then started laughing.

Tony looked over at you both with a smirk on his face.

“You two.” Tony chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Let me try that.” He said, taking a sip of your drink. “Hmm. That is good!”

You and Steve looked over the menu together, trying to decide what to get. When you finally made your decision and ordered, you all were just lost in conversations with each other.

“We should tell them that it’s your birthday so you can get dessert!” You told Steve.

“You just want to do that so you can steal it from me!” Steve teased, giving your sides ticklish pinches.

“Nohohohoho!” You squealed.

“Yehehehehes!” He mocked, giggling.

“Already told them.” Nat smirked from across Steve.

“Oh noooo!” Steve groaned, ceasing his tickles while you nearly tumbled over holding your sides recovering from the surprise attack.

“Don’t worry, they said they don’t sing!” She laughed.

Steve sighed with relief and then looked down at you to see you clutching your sides and panting. He burst out into more laughter and hugged you to his side.

After lunch, the waiter brought Steve a free dessert. It was a warm brownie with ice cream on top. Your eyes went wide, as well as everyone else’s at the table. Steve shrugged and ate the brownie while everyone else finished their food.

“Do you want a bite?” Steve asked.

You nodded excitedly.

Steve gave you a bite and it was so delicious.

…

Before heading back to the boat, you all decided to check out the little shop next door to the restaurant. You were looking around at the little shops when you came across quite an ugly shirt. You giggled.

“Hey Wanda! Look! This is just your style!” You teased.

Wanda tilted her head. Uh-oh.

You smiled nervously and backed away from her as she slowly crept toward you. You backed right into Peter.

“Get her, Peter!” Wanda ordered.

Peter snatched you up and held you sideways.

Wanda smirked evilly and you gulped.

…

Meanwhile in the shop, Tony’s phone rang. It was Bruce. He quickly picked up.

“Hey Bruce. Everything good?”

“Hey Tony, uh. Everything is okay. I’ve got a pretty weird question.” Bruce said.

Tony noticed the tone of his voice was a little off.

“Ask away.”

“How has Y/n been doing? How has she been acting?”

Tony furrowed his brows.

“She’s been good. Having a good time. I-I was going to say she’s been normal, but that’s not quite true. She’s actually had some.. Incidents on this trip.”

Bruce, on his end, nodded to himself. He expected something like this.

Steve heard Tony’s conversation and walked over. He became rather concerned. Why was Bruce calling about Y/n?

“She was super... rebellious last week. I mean she did a complete 180 out of nowhere. She’s better now… but then last night she had a dizzy spell. Burned her arm on the fire, but she’s alright. Why do you ask?” Tony said.

“Tony, you know that blood work she had done about a week before you all left?”

Tony and Steve’s hearts dropped at the same time.

“I do.” Tony practically choked out.

Steve folded his arms.

“Listen, everything is fine. I promise. We’ve just found something odd in her blood. It matches Bucky. This is something we haven’t seen in previous blood tests of hers. I just wanted to let you know in case she was feeling different. Keep an eye on her and when she gets home, we need to run more tests.” Bruce explained.

“Wow… Okay then. You sure it’s safe?”

“She’s safe. Just let me know if anything odd happens. I really don’t want you to worry. You all will be home soon.”

“Thanks Bruce.”

After Tony and Bruce hung up, Steve and Tony looked at each other. Steve, having super hearing, heard the whole conversation.

“Tony… What in the world does this mean?”

“I don’t know, Steve. My guess is that she could potentially be like you and Bucky.. But we know she doesn’t have any kind of special abilities.”

“What if… she’s developing them?”

Tony and Steve stood there thinking and trying to process this new information.

…

“Wanda… Wandahahaha PLEASE! I was just joking with you! You know I love you Wanda!” You pleaded in Peter’s arms.

“Aww Y/n! I love you too!” Wanda responded with a little teasing in her voice, before blowing raspberries on your belly while you squirmed in Peter’s grip, laughing like a maniac.

Peter chuckled at the adorable sight.

Wanda then switched to scribbling her nails along your bare belly.

“WAHAHANDAHAHA!”

“Y/N!” She mocked. She swirled her nail in circles around your belly button for so long, driving you mad. “Ticky ticky ticky ticky!”

Your face heated up at the teasing, only to be made worse by Peter speaking up.

“Aww Y/n/n has such a ticklwish wittle tummy! Doesn’t she?” He said in the most deadly baby voice.

“Yes she dooooes!” Wanda said, scritching the middle of your tummy, causing you to silent laugh.

She finally stopped and Peter held you right side up. Wanda nuzzled into the right side of your neck hugging you, Peter did the same in the left side of your neck. You loved being loved on and they knew it. They both squished your cheeks with a kiss, and you giggled softly, throwing your arms around their necks. You stayed like that for a moment, until Peter slipped a hand into your armpit, making you squeal. Then, Wanda did the same thing! You fell into belly laughter.

Steve and Tony walked up on the scene, and they both smiled.

Steve and Tony both decided to keep this new information to themselves. They would not tell you, or even Bucky, until you all got home. They would just keep an extra close eye on you.

Peter and Wanda stopped and you caught your breath. Steve rolled his eyes with a slight smile and took you away from Peter and Wanda.

“Stop being mean to MY Y/n/n!” Steve said.

Tony ruffled Peter’s hair.

…

Later on the boat, Steve stopped so everyone could swim. You could get your bandage so Bucky held you out in the deeper water so you could be with everyone else. He spun you around and was being very playful to make sure you were having a fun time, and it worked. You were having lots of fun. Tony had music playing from the boat and it was a good time. Thor and Peter were having swimming contests. Vision was throwing the football with Sam. Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper were floating around having special drinks. Tony and Steve were talking, until that turned into quite a serious splash fight. Is anyone really surprised by that? Bucky was dancing with you in the water and singing at the top of his lungs, making you laugh your head off. Soon, Steve came over and grabbed your hands joining in on Bucky’s dancing and singing. You shyly smiled, slightly embarrassed. You were loving it all the same.

After swimming, everyone got on the boat and Nat brought out the cake for Steve’s birthday and gave him his gifts.

You all enjoyed that and spent more time on the boat until it was time to go back to the cabin to get changed, eat dinner, and get ready for the fireworks show.

…

You walked through the front door running upstairs to get changed. When you walked out of your room, Peter was waiting for you in the hallway.

“Hey.. so Max snapped me. He said they are having another party tonight, and he invited us.” Peter said.

Your stomach dropped remembering what happened at the last party… but then you thought about how much fun you and Peter had before you got hurt.

“Oh.”

“Would you like to go?” Peter asked.

“Would you?” You asked hesitantly.

“Yes! I mean if you do.”

“Yes I do! But, we have to ask permission this time.” You said.

“Oh definitely!” Peter agreed.

There was a silence and you and Peter stood there, exchanging small smiles. Hopeful smiles.

“W-We could go after the fireworks show.” Peter said.

“That’s what I was thinking.”

You and Peter decided to ask at dinner.

….

While waiting for dinner to be ready, you were chilling with some of the team while some were in the kitchen cooking. Bucky just changed your bandages and noticed how much better the burn was looking already. It was a little odd, but Bucky just took that as good news. After being outside most of the day, you were enjoying the AC. It had been such a fun day that you had forgotten about what Peter did to you this morning. This was the perfect time for revenge. Peter was in the kitchen helping cook. Tony wasn’t for once. He was sitting in the living room chatting and watching TV. You sat next to Tony with a mischievous smile.

“What are you up to?” Tony said with a smirk.

“Would you be interested in helping me get revenge?”

“Always.”

You explained what Peter did to you this morning and Tony was already ready to help you get Peter back. This was perfect.

“Hey Parker! Come here a minute.” Tony called, grabbing his attention.

Tony stood up, trying not to be too obvious that he was up to something. Peter walked into the living room in front of Tony. You just watched the TV, trying not to be obvious.

Next thing you know, Tony tackled Peter to the couch, making Peter yelp. He began to tickle Peter to weaken him.

“STEVE HELP ME HOLD HIM!” Tony yelled.

Steve ran over and held Peter’s arms above his head while Tony tickled his ribs making him scream and fall into the most precious belly laughter.

“Ok Y/n! Get him!” Tony said ceasing his tickles from Peter, who was panting.

“This is revenge for earlier!” You said to Peter.

“Please no! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Peter begged desperately.

You dug into his most ticklish spot- his armpits. Steve used his strength to keep Spider-Man down while he laughed his heart out. His face turned completely red and his eyes were squinted shut. You knew he was sensitive and really could only take so much, so you let up, deciding to give him a raspberry in his neck. Peter had the funniest cackle and snorted at that, making Steve and Tony laugh. It was especially embarrassing for Peter to be held down by Captain America and Iron Man and be tickled like this.

You ruffled Peter’s hair and giggled. You were going to stop, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You gave Peter another raspberry, this time on his sensitive belly. He cackled and arched his back.

“Y/N!” He cried through his laughter.

You finally stopped. Steve, giggling, let Peter go and so did Tony.

Peter clenched his jaw and pointed at you, raising an eyebrow.

“You got me this time, Y/n.”

You gave Tony a high five.

…

Everyone was now eating dinner and it was time for you and Peter to ask if you could go to the party after the fireworks show. You were both nervous. Finally, you spoke up.

“Peter and I have a question.”

You caught their attention and everyone looked at you and Peter.

“A friend that Y/n and I made at the party last week, invited us to one tonight, and we were wondering if we could go after the fireworks show.” Peter said.

“Yeah and we will be safe! And text you updates. And be home whenever you want us to be.” You added.

Steve and Tony, who were both concerned with your condition, said “no” in unison. You and Peter were instantly disappointed.

“Now, now! Hang on.” Bucky said, turning to Steve and Tony.

You and Peter gained back hope.

“We could at least discuss this?” Bucky asked.

“It just didn’t go so well last time.” Tony answered.

“I don’t even know these kids.” Steve added.

“Pleeeease!” You and Peter begged.

“I’m okay with it, as long as they are home by… let’s say twelve thirty.”

“Yeah, let them go have fun. It’s the Fourth!” Nat added, giving you and Peter a wink.

Tony sighed.

“Bucky said it’s okay, so I am okay with it I guess. Just text us an update once an hour. Let us know when you arrive and when you are heading home.” Steve reasoned.

“DEAL!” You and Peter exclaimed.

You jumped up and hugged Bucky, Steve, and Tony, thanking them.

…

Everyone finished eating dinner and it was about time to go to the fireworks show. Tony pulled Peter aside when no one was around.

“Listen, Pete, keep an eye on Y/n the whole time. If something goes south, go ahead and get out of there. You’re older, so I’m putting you in charge.” Tony explained.

Peter gave him a confused look.

“Yes sir. Is… Is everything okay? You and Steve just seem extra worried.”

“Well, yes we are. I’ll explain more to you later, but I need you to trust me for now. Okay?”

Peter nodded, he was a little concerned now, but trusted Tony.

“Okay. I won’t leave her side.” Peter assured him.

...

You all finally arrived at the fireworks show. The sun was setting and Tony found a great spot. Everyone laid out blankets in the grass. The place was a little crowded and there was a concession stand nearby. Tony, Thor, and Peter took everyone’s snow cone orders to go get. You had to get there early for good seats, so you had a little while before the show started. It was the perfect summer evening to end a perfect day. You sat on a blanket, playing with some grass in your hands until you were snatched up from under your arms into someone’s lap. It was Steve. You smiled as he squeezed you in a hug.

“Hello Y/n/n!” Steve said, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Hiiii.” You nervously said, curling in on yourself.

“Remember when you woke me up this morning?”

You got butterflies, knowing what was about to happen.

“Nooo.” You lied miserably.

“Oh I think you do!” Steve said, and with that, he snaked his fingers around to your tummy, tickling you.

You immediately broke out into squeaky laughter. Steve couldn’t help but smile at that. He flipped you onto his lap and went to town tickling your tummy. His fingertips rapidly scattered all over your belly button.

“Told you I’d get you back!” He giggled, his blue eyes looking down at your smiling blushy face.

You didn’t know how to respond, you were too flustered. Of course, Steve decided to make it worse. He grabbed your wrists, careful not to hurt your burn, and with one hand he held them above your head. He moved his right leg out from under you, laying it over your legs so you couldn’t get away. The whole time you were laughing hysterically, trying to fight him but you couldn’t beat Captain America.

“Aww come on! Stop fighting me! I’m just going to tickle you!” Steve teased.

He saw you blush at the word and he chuckled. He didn’t care who was around, in fact, he wanted to embarrass you.

“I’m gonna… TICKLE Y/N!” He shouted playfully catching the team’s and multiple strangers' attention.

Your soul left your body.

“...Steve!”

“I’M GONNA TICKLE Y/N!” He shouted again, giggling through his words.

“I hate you!” You cried.

“Noooo! You love me, Y/n! You also love when I TICKLE you!” He said much too loudly, this time, finally shaking his free hand into the middle of your belly while you cried with laughter.

“Steheheheve!”

“My name’s not Steve right now! My name’s Tickle Monster!” Steve quipped, turning his shaking into vicious digging. It was more harsh than Steve’s tickles normally were, and this tickled so bad.

The hard tickles made you laugh so hard, you were unable to catch your breath.

“Ohohoh that tickle bad, doesn’t it!” He laughed, not letting up.

“STAHAHAP!” You finally shouted.

“I’ll stop if you ask nicely! You’re being quite rude!”

You laughed so hard and you just needed it to stop. It tickled so much.

“PLEASE STAHAHAP!” You tried again.

Steve slowed his tickling a bit making it a little easier on you.

“Please stop...?” Steve said, urging you to finish the sentence.

“PLEHEHEASE STahahap, Steheheve!”

Steve gasped dramatically, going back to his harsh tickles that were so deadly.

“I SAID MY NAME IS NOT STEVE!” He boomed, making you laugh even harder.

You couldn’t say it. You absolutely refused. You shook your head making Steve’s eyes go wide.

“Oh okay then!” He shrugged.

He let your wrists go and shot both his hands into your underarms. You squealed and fell into your belly laughter, making Steve smile widely.

“Plehehease Stehehev- I MEHEHEHAN!”

Steve cut you off by tackling you to the blanket and blowing multiple raspberries in your neck while he continued to scritch at your hollows. You laughed so hard that it was almost silent and your giggles were quite amusing to Steve and those around you.

“Steve! You’re going to kill her!” Nat chuckled.

Steve slowly let up from you, giving Nat a teasing glare. You took this opportunity to catch your breath. Steve pulled Nat down next to you, making her gasp. He dug a hand in her belly making her cackle. You tried to use this moment to slip away.

“Where do you think you’re going!” Steve said, dragging you back under him to tickle your neck.

Tickling Natasha’s tummy with one hand is not enough to keep her down, so it wasn’t long before she was able to get away, laughing harder than you’ve heard her laugh in a long time.

“Never mind that!” She giggled.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, but then his focus was back on you. You pushed at his chest but he didn’t budge, instead he just leaned down, slightly lifting your shirt up to reveal your tummy. You felt the warm air hit your tummy, and that was soon replaced by Steve’s beard and a deadly buzz surging through you. You giggle your heart out as he repeated this multiple times.

“Okahahay! Tihihickle Mohohonster! You wihihin!” You said through squeaky laughter.

Steve stopped and you rolled over, hiding your face from him.

“Don’t act all shy with me now!” He said, forcing you to turn over and pulling you back into his lap.

“That was meeean.” You whispered bashfully.

Steve giggled and gave you kisses on your cheek. “You loved it!”

Your face heated up. Then, you looked up and Peter, Tony, and Thor had returned. Peter handed you and Steve your snow cones with a soft smile and sat to the left of you and Steve. Bucky came over and sat on the right. You ate your snow cone, still flustered over Steve’s tickle attack. The butterflies wouldn’t go away. You really did love it.

Soon the fireworks show started and it was a very pleasant time. Steve squeezed you to his chest and you rested your cheek on his arm watching the beautiful bright colors light up the sky. …

The show ended with a fantastic grand finale. Tony allowed Peter to drive the car back to the cabin. You sat in the passenger's seat and Thor sat in the back. You had all the windows rolled down, blasting music. Peter was singing at the top of his lungs with you. Thor didn’t really know any of the music, but he enjoyed it as he was eating a party size bag of potato chips. It was a great time all the way back to the cabin. When Peter pulled into the driveway, he looked over at you.

“You ready to go?” He asked, excitedly.

“Yep, I’m just going to go freshen up.” You said as you stepped out of the car.

Peter and Thor got out of the car as well. The rest of the team already made it back. It was dark out and the crickets were roaring. The warm light of the cabin lit up the steps to the front door. The three of you walked inside and Tony was there.

“Good to see you all back in one piece.” Tony said, catching the keys Peter tossed to him.

“Peter is a good driver!” You heard Thor say as you went up the stairs.

You walked into your room and Natasha was in there. You changed clothes and what not, getting ready for the party.

“Don’t fall in love with him.” She quipped.

You looked at her through the mirror and rolled your eyes.

“I’m noooot!”

“Sure!” She said sarcastically.

“I figured it all out!” You whined.

“I don’t know of anyone who has ever had to go to a different realm to figure out their feelings for a boy!” Nat scoffed.

You didn’t know what to say to that.

“I promise, Nat. He’s my best friend!”

“Oh alright!” She said, rolling her eyes. “Hey. Be careful. But have fun.” She placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. You squeezed her tight.

“I will.”

…

You met Peter downstairs. He was wearing his suit.

“Why the suit?” You asked.

“We’re swinging there!” He said. There was a safety harness that was attached to him. “Tony made me.”

“Oh that’s cool!” You said.

You both walked to the trail, saying a brief goodbye to everyone.

When you were deeper in the woods, Peter fastened you to him. It was kind of awkward.

“Get ready to be close!” He chuckled.

“I am aware!” You said back with a giggle.

“This way, I can swing faster and it will be safer. I can make the way there more fun!” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see!”

Peter leapt off the ground and began swinging through the trees. You held onto him and noticed how high up you were. This was fun. Really fun. He was going fast and even added a few flips. You hung on for dear life but screamed and laughed whenever he did a trick. The way there went by much faster than last time. Peter landed back in the treehouse. You noticed your towels were still there from last time. Peter began unbuckling you, his fingers grazed your tummy and you squirmed, trying not to make it obvious, but he immediately caught on.

“Tickle tickle!” He teased, purposely scritching your tummy.

“Peheter!” You giggled.

He smiled and took off his suit and hid it.

“Ready?”

You nodded.

Peter grabbed you and jumped out of the tree house with a web, gently landing on the ground. Soon, you met Max and his boyfriend, Riley, on the trail. It was similar to last time, but a lot more people were at this party. The music was blasting and it was all exciting. You and Peter chatted for a while until a particular song came on, causing Max and Riley to gasp and run to the dance floor (which was really just grass under strung lights) together. You wanted to go too, and so did Peter. He turned to you, looking down at you with a soft smile. You felt a little nervous again. Peter noticed and grabbed your hand giving it a squeeze.

“Do you want to dance with me again?”

You nodded.

Peter pulled you to the crowd. You threw your arms around his neck, letting him lead the way. You both were soon lost in the music having the best time. He taught you how to dance and you learned quickly.

“I love dancing with you!” Peter shouted over the music.

“I do too!” You shouted back.

Peter smiled at you and picked you up and spun you around.

Other guys tried to steal you away but you didn’t want to dance with anyone else. Peter knew this and wouldn’t let them. He kept you in arms-reach the whole night and it was so fun. The songs were all good and upbeat, and you and Peter sang them all smiling and laughing as you danced. It was even more fun than last time. You also stood next to Max and Riley during dance circles and spent time with them as well, going to get drinks. RIley and Max had alcohol but you and Peter decided against it due to Tony’s rules. You loved spending time with Peter. You both got along so well and always had a blast together. You wouldn’t find out until later when you try to make friends how that is a rare and special thing. Peter knew it was. He adored you.

When the music started to slow down a bit, you and Peter both missed the team, and wanted to spend the rest of the night with them. You both said goodbye to Max and Riley.

Peter, per your request, took the long way home, because you loved swinging with him. It was too much fun. You both came walking up to the cabin hours before your curfew, much to the Avengers’ surprise. They were sitting around having a fire. You and Peter joined them, making s’mores, talking, and laughing. After a while, you noticed Steve had gone inside and been there a while. His birthday was almost over. You decided to go look for him. You searched through the cabin and found him sitting in the front living room reading the card you gave him for his birthday. You had thanked him for everything he’d done, and how good he’d been to you.

“Too sappy?” You spoke up, catching his attention.

“No.” He said reaching out to you. You walked to him. “It’s perfect. Just perfect.”

He pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back.

“I’m just scared something bad is going to happen to you one of these days, or you’re going to go away again.” You admitted.

“Y/n/n! Listen to me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m...not planning on that.” Steve said.

You nodded.

“If something ever happens, you KNOW how much I love you.” He said, holding you to his side.

“I love you too.” You said.

You booped his nose making him shake his head and smile.

“You’re always worrying about me.” He grinned, rolling his eyes.

“YOU are always worrying about ME!” You argued.

Steve tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I guess that’s what we get for caring so much about each other.”

You smiled.

“Happy birthday, Steve.”

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stxleslyds · 3 years

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MY TOUGHTS ON THE END OF RED HOOD BY CHIP ZDARSKY.

Dishonour! Dishonour on you, dishonour on your cow!

Well Jason Nation, it happened again, fanon wins over canon. The amount of bullshit that DC made Zdarsky write in this issue is insane, I have never seen this many fanfiction tropes shoved in a single issue in my life.

This book has been a constant insult to Jason’s character and his Red Hood “persona” since the very first issue but I never thought it would end this badly. It’s incredibly sad.

I will go ahead and say it, this tumblr and this post is not “Batfamily” friendly and it definitely isn’t fanon friendly when it comes to Jason Todd.

Fanon is destroying canon for Jason Todd. I am sorry but that’s how I see it, fanon doesn’t belong in canon, I would never get tired of saying that. But here is the thing, DC latches on to Jason’s fanon version because it fits their narrative of “the Batman is all that is right and all must follow his rules or they shall disappear”.

DC has been dying to make Jason bland and flavourless just like Batman. And now here it finally is.

Let’s be honest the story in this book, the new drug, Cheer, Tyler and his mom, none of that shaped this story, none of those things were the support beams for it. It was all about this never ending “daddy issues” thing that DC pretends is going on between Jason and Bruce.

It was all about those two fighting because they “think differently” so in the end they can push Jason towards the “no killing rule” being also the Red Hood’s modus operandi.

Its utter bullshit.

From the moment that Jason had to put a bat suit on I knew that this was going to be a mess. Luckily like I predicted they didn’t make a big deal out of him wearing it but the “Jason admires Batman” feeling was very present in the issue.

I will not talk about how easy it was for that one thug to land a punch on Jason while he was distracted and I will also not talk about Jason being a dumbass for not securing his dumb mask better when he knew the fight will involve gases. I will not talk about it.

Anyway, let’s talk about the Cheer Gas induced illusion, shall we?

In Jason’s illusion he finds Bruce at the manor looking at the picture of Joker’s death (?) and even though that is strange what Bruce says next is even weirder, he says this: “I did it. He was the last one, but I did it…Joker is dead. I am done.”

Now what the hell was that? This is Jason’s illusion, and by the looks of it in his illusion Bruce has killed every baddie in Gotham and left the Joker for last? Am I reading that right? Is this this a joke?

I understand that this is an illusion so the gas is making “real” things that Jason probably doesn’t know he wants, like wanting Bruce to go on a killing spree, which Jason never wanted because he said it himself, do you guys remember the iconic “I’m not talking about killing Cobblepot and Scarecrow or Clayface. Not Riddler or Dent…I’m talking about HIM. Just him.” Because I remember and it’s so important to Jason’s character, Jason never wanted Bruce to go on a killing spree, he wanted Bruce to kill the clown who had killed him when he was only fifteen. Is that so hard to remember DC?

And then it gets worse! Since WHEN has Jason wanted a perfect family life with the people that he has tried to kill, harm or looked down to? Why is “being with a bunch of people who NEVER get together for anything other than “help” the Bat in a fight against a fucking clown” the idea of happiness to Jason? Has this man ever interacted with any of these people in a positive way without the intrusion of a Batman/Robin event in the way? I will give you the answer, it’s no, the answer is no.

Jason Todd doesn’t care for your “Batfamily” bullshit DC, why would it matter to him? Because he was Robin? He was killed by the Joker when he was Robin, and he was killed because the man in charge of him didn’t pay enough attention! Jason Todd who was written as Dick Grayson’s number one hater for so long (and fandom loves that) is now having an illusion where he enjoys happy times with him along the others? Cass and Stephanie? What? Am I missing something, is this actually AO3, is this fanfiction?

I think Zdarsky got confused, this illusion is what would happen if Jason were dosed with fear gas. That must be it, I solved it everyone! Zdarsky just got confused by his own writing!

I wish.

Let’s go back to the sad reality, Jason has a moment in which he actually puts all his training in motion and shakes of the gas’s grasp on him. He does that but he is grabbed by so many people (who are this people?) and he is unarmed and I believe that’s the only reason why Cheer is still alive after saying that he has someone in Tyler’s mom’s hospital room ready to kill her if he doesn’t join him.

(If this were the real Jason, Cheer would have dropped dead instantly.)

But this is not the real Jason and this is not a *real* comic, it’s fanfiction! So just like that time in Batman #100 when Dick was fighting alone as Nightwing (for the first time since his “family” left him alone after losing his memories) the rest of the “family” shows up to fight Cheer and four random thugs.

Yep, its like the MCU had considered having Cap say “Avengers Assemble” when they were fighting a couple of robots instead of Thanos.

What a mess.

Also having Jason say, in real life (not illusion world), “You know what happiness is? It’s knowing that others have your back.” about this group of people is the perfect recipe for a big OOC moment for absolutely everyone. I cannot believe they have dragged Jason back to this awful concept and that they have sank him so low. It’s quite honestly, disgusting.

But the horrors don’t end there, we have a wonderful moment after Jason gives Batman the antidote, Jason stops Batman from punching the living shit out of Cheer. Because I am not stupid. There is no way in the world that you can convince me that Jason just stopped Batman from killing Cheer.

How incredibly delusional do you have to be to write Batman finally killing someone and that someone being Cheer, a guy that was introduced to comics two months ago?

Yes, later its said that between the gas and the antidote Bruce was a little too crazy and couldn’t help himself BUT I call bullshit once more, because Bruce has gone completely bat-shit-crazy on people before! I remember two recent instances in which that happened. Batman #57 in which Bruce beats the living shit out of KGBeast after he shot Dick. And the other one is Batman beating up Jason more brutally than he ever beat up Joker in RHatO #25.

DC cannot fuck with me. I might has bought this digital comic for 8 dollars but I am not buying that bullshit.

ALSO, there was no need for Zdarsky to do Jason as dirty as he did him when he made him say: “If you are going to come down from mount judgement to MY level for once… he’s not the guy to do it for.”

Zdarsky, why did you write a Red Hood story when you hate Red Hood? Couldn’t you have just told DC that you wanted to write a love letter to Batman? Once again, I am reading a Red Hood story for RED HOOD content not Batman content. Is it really that hard? I bet that if Zdarsky had asked DC to let him write a Batman story they would have said yes, there are like 20 Batman stories, they wouldn’t say no to one more!

Can you tell I am mad? And salty?

This post is so long and so full of anger, I am truly sorry for that but I have to write these feelings down or I would explode. And I am not even done, our suffering, Jason Nation, continues.

But first a little break from the pain, Tyler. Thank you after all the pain this book has given me Tyler is back and just like I predicted his mom is fine and he will stay with her, they both have been given a place and money to rebuild their life (not given by Jason nor Dick but I was close enough). The only happy ending that Tyler could have, he had and I am thankful for that, we even got a little adorable moment between the Red Hood and the Blue Hood.

I am weak for these little glimpses of a good Jason take in the middle of an incredibly awful/OOC story. And just to live in my own fantasy world I will headcanon that Jason promised himself to keep an eye out for Tyler and his mom. He would have wanted to know about their life and that they are still out of trouble.

Jason is a good man, don’t you forget that DC, I don’t care how much you twist it. Jason killing Tyler’s dad wasn’t a horrible act, it was fair game. That man was a horrible person, he drugged his child and made his wife (?) almost overdose. You never gave context as to why that man was working as a drug dealer but you told us those things so Jason should never feel like he did something wrong. As far as we know, Tyler and his mom are better off without him.

Having said that, lets go back to the pain of what is reading a Red Hood story.

“I’m giving up the guns.”

You know what, fine, as long as DC doesn’t pull another “I will stop being Red Hood for you Barbara” I will be fine. He can kill people with other things, he used to have the all-blades, he had normal swords and he had crowbars.

I will sacrifice Jason looking hot as hell when he pulls out his guns just to keep him as the Red Hood, all DC has to do is not give him that stupid… bat… symbol… oh no…. oh my god I can feel it… that thing, that horrible thing is making a comeback! NO!

Jason and Bruce’s talk is basic and it doesn’t do anything for anyone, in the end saying that Jason isn’t changing his ways for Bruce but that he is doing it for himself is more of the same. We know he is doing it for Bruce and we know DC is doing it because they cannot handle good, complex and interesting characters. We know that and sadly we have to live with it.

About Bruce’s illusion, well, Bruce has said that he wanted to kill the clown for a very long time and in the King run it was basically said that if Bruce were to be happy then the idea of Batman would die.

Listen, between me and you, sometimes I think that the Joker isn’t that big of a problem for Gotham as a whole, that clown has beef with the Bat and no one else. If Bruce has killed the Joker Jason would have been happy with Bruce all those years ago but killing the Joker wouldn’t make Gotham a safe place and any of his kids happier.

Bruce needs to care for his children, but he won’t do that, he has Dick for that. Taking care and raising Damian? No, thank you, I will not do that. Giving a shit about my son who lost all his memories and is alone? No thank you, I won’t do that and then I will lie about having watched him over. Tim? Oh, never heard of him, sorry.

The last page of this story is the one of Jason arriving home and finding a new suit that Bruce gave him with the bat symbol on it. That symbol that he had ripped off of Jason’s beat up body back in RHatO #25 (nope, I am not letting that one go).

Oh, and Bruce leaving that suit in Jason’s home gives me the same exact vibes as the time that Bruce was like “Long overdue. This is where you belong. As one of us. One of the family” in Nightwing #74 a second after Dick had regained his memories.

I don’t know why but they make him sound incredibly cold and like these people are just his pawns that he needs to rope back in every time they get away from him. It’s very disturbing.

Anyway, that’s all from me, I obviously LOVED this book, best Jason Todd/Red Hood characterisation ever! 11/10 would recommend to everyone including my enemies!

🙃

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laraplisetski · 3 years

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Niragi Dating headcannons

A/N: Thankyou for putting up with me. have some Niragi. Niragi best boy, fight me. 😀

Check out my dating chishiya headcannons as well. I shall go now.

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Dating hcs for Niragi

What would dating Niragi be like

Well the thing with Niragi is that he's very brash (and psycho but we don't talk about that).

Okay so from the start Niragi’s gonna make the first move cauSe hE’s mAnLy.

If you like him that's good.

If you don't like him then, a. He's gonna force you to date him, b. You're gonna die.

No one rejects Niragi.

But anyways I feel like in the beginning of the relationship there would be little to no pda because he doesn't gotta let anyone know he has a weakness yk.

Now that I think about it he wouldn't out your relationship in the beginning because he wants to see if he's really serious about you.

Ohoho when he does out your relationship, you better be in for 24/7 Niragi cause this boi’s not going to leave your side.

At first he tries to pretend like he doesn't care about what you do but slowly but surely his protective side is gonna come out.

He's gonna be very protective of you, not even protective I think more like possessive.

He's not gonna let you talk to guys. (poor bi me, he ain't even gonna let me talk to girls ╥﹏╥)

(he'd be borderline yandere too if were going into the dark stuff)

After he's gotten comfortable with you there is going to be a lot of pda, like a LOT.

Hand hold, arm around your waist, arm around shoulders, back hugs.

Speaking about back hugs I feel like Niragi would love to back hug you.

Back hugs from Niragi would feel so soft and it would feel like you're protected and inside like a protective shell.

On the other hand Niragi would not only get an opportunity to touch you but to also glare at other people who are looking at you.

He would be walking with you in a corridor and whenever someone would look at you while passing by, he would glare at them.

It would become a competition in the beach as well as to how many times you get Niragi to glare at you, it was all fun and games till he shot someone. Yeah that wasn't pretty.

After that people avoided him like the plague.(cough corona cough)

Another reason why he would glare at people would be because boi needs his glasses.

Like he's blind without them. (headcanon for Niragi bumping into things, anyone?)

(credit to @koreaweeb for this wonderful idea)

Adding on to that, it would be so cute if you would have his hand and like to guide him so he doesn't bump into something or fall.

One day Niragi just walks into your apartment and youre like

‘Oh hi babe, do you need anything- babe you're about to walk into a wall-’

And he walks into a wall.

Boi needs some contacts if he doesn't want to wear glasses.

Rip glasses.

Also he would want you to have a nickname for his rifle as well (flashback).

He would give his rifle more attention than you, no cap.

When you get mad at him you just leave him somewhere to bump into things.

(I would do that ngl).

He would be like, ‘Wait I’m sorry I didn’t mean it!! Don't leave me here! I can’t see’: credit to @faith0518.

When he finds you well, he gon whoop your ass.

I would imagine one day boi just falls into the pool, now my ass can't swim so you're gonna drown boy.

In the middle of the day if he can't find you anywhere, he looks in each room like a lost puppy and if you see him searching for you he just rolls his eyes and walks away.

(not before giving you a forehead kiss)

Tsundere baby

Ngl if I was his gf I would knock some sense into him from time to time.

Like I would not take his shit.

I think you're the only one that would get away with scolding him.

Anyways Niragi’s short gf headcanons.

(honestly I'm not short so I had to take inspiration from my short friends, I'm looking at you @faith0518 and @cheshirekitten87)

He would probably tease you for being short like boi its not my fault I'm so short yk.

He would probably hold something above your head and be a little shit about it if you can't reach it.

Take his kneecaps.

Won't be taller when he's kneeling.

He would be so soft and be like the big spoon for cuddles.

On the other hand if you were tall ohoho.

Would boys' ego be hurt? Definitely

Would said boy try to go behind you and try to stand on his tippy toes so he seems taller? Absolutely

Ahahah the endless opportunities

If you were taller, boi would like to be the small spoon sometimes .

(but don't tell that to anyone).

Yk it would help him feel more secure as well.

Taking this in another direction

He would most definitely take you to games and protect you the whole time.

Like you would be getting free visa days.

You're like the brain to Niragi’s brawn.

If he's better with spades, you're better with diamonds.

You two are like the ultimate team so you pass clubs easily as well.

Talking about his protective side once more, personally I don't think he'll let you wear something revealing even if the rule is to wear beach clothes.

He'll like go into the closet himself and something suitable for you to wear, preferably a dress.

And he'll get you some shorts as well.

Mans ain’t gon let anyone look at what's his.

I feel like Aguni would also be sort of relieved that you're dating him since you'll like knock some sense into him when he's about to do something psycho or something.

I think Niragi will be a great boyfie if you don't cross him.

He’ll try to take care of you in his own way.

He’ll respect you more than anyone if you respect him.

He may be a little bit too protective and clingy but everyone has their imperfections and you're willing to ignore his.

Niragi would be a Murder/10.

He good boy.

#niragi suguru #niragihcs #niragi headcannons #niragi x reader #x reader #niragi being a pro breather #@chesirekitten87 #probreather squad #headcannons #niragi #alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #aib #anyways #bye😃

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miss-choco-chips · 3 years

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F’coffee

-.-.-.-.-.-

Honestly. What did Bruce even think would happen? He should have known better.

Tim wasn’t Dick, indoctrinated from a young age to be a good, somewhat (when convenient) obedient son. Tim only went along with Bruce’s shit because, more often than not, it aligned with what he himself wanted. He also wasn’t Damian, so easily manipulable when one knew which buttons to push. And he certainly wasn’t Jason, who would sink his own ship to kill the captain.

So, when Tim and Bruce fought, and his adopted father decided to pull the ‘you live under my roof and work in my company, so I’m the boss all the way through’ card, well…

Yeah. Tim wasn’t going to take that lying down. He had a childhood of zero authority figures to obey and an overabundance of sass, plus a complete lack of fucks to give.

It was bound to go down like this.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

And, well. Tim had money. Like, an absurd amount of money. Even before being adopted by playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, Tim had his own no small fortune stashed away, a couple of properties gathering dust, two trust funds and more antique cars that he knew what to do with. So he could just… burn through that money, or sell the cars, or make a living of renting the buildings he owned, and he would barely even scratch the surface of his deep wealth.

But it wasn’t about being able to live comfortably with minimum effort. Tim was trying to prove a point here. What point, fuck if he knew. But a point.

So here he was, on the other end of the wooden counter, a cute red cap falling over his eye as he looked dead into his friend’s eyes.

“Tim. Tim, you’re rich. Why are you working in a coffee shop?”

Seeing as Kon and Cassie were currently too busy being shocked, Tim shrugged and went back to cleaning the cup in his hands.

It was a plastic cup. It didn’t need cleaning, he could just toss it away. But it was his favorite plastic cup, and he was gonna save it as a family heirloom forever.

(The fact that the pretty customer from the morning shift had drawn cute little doodles all over it had nothing to do with it’s worth.)

“Teenage rebellion”, he finally said, carefully putting his treasure away.

“You are twenty.”

“Time is a social construct and I’m but a slinky falling down an endless flight of stairs.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Your face doesn’t make any sense. How is it so symmetrical? It defies nature.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

“What can I get for you?”

“I'll have a mocha caramel latte-chino, made with skim milk, no whipped cream.”

“Bart, no.”

“Please put that in a grande cup”

“I’m begging you, don’t do it.”

“But use the same amount of coffee that you'd put into a tall.”

“I’m warning you, you don’t want to do this.”

“That way there's about an inch of extra room on top.”

“I wish you had an extra inch so I could look straight into your eyes when I murder you.”

“To stir in my own nutmeg without spilling any coffee at all.”

“You’re dead to me. Also, I AM going to make you that drink and you WILL finish it or so help me God.”

“What do you want, Kon?”

“To not be here when Tim’s looking like he’s planning both our unsolved murders.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

When Kon entered the shop, the messenger bag slung over his shoulder bumping against his hip as he rushed in to get his caffeine intake before his evening classes, he wasn’t surprised at the scene.

Cassie being there was a given, since there was always at least one of them there at all times, supporting Tim in this ‘independence’ thing he was dead set on trying. Kon himself had his Tim Shift later that day, after his creative writing course. Bart had probably just left, considering the amount of empty cake platters littering the counter.

Tim being face down in said counter, uncaring about the mess, was also old news. The dude barely ever seemed to leave (Kon was almost completely sure he actually owned the place, since he’d never seen any sort of manager and Tim’s hours seemed to work around his weird sleep patterns all too perfectly), and distraught was his general state of being, so. Normal day as far as he could see.

Still, he had to ask. “What is it today?”

Cassie, eyes never leaving her magazine, chin resting in one hand as the other one scratched at Tim’s scalp, snorted.

“A cute boy started working in the tattoo place next door. He came in for a morning fix, when Tim was barely awake, and he said something stupid, so he’s been having an existencial crisis ever since.”

“I said ‘you too’, Kon. He said ‘thanks for the coffee, I’ll enjoy it!’ and I said ‘you too’. What is wrong with me?”

Kon snorts a little. Tim doesn’t seem to be very interested in doing his actual work, so he just jumps over the counter and starts working the machines himself.

“You know that’s a question you can only ask your therapist, Tim, but if you need to know, I’d say you’re highly sleep deprived and a dysfunctional bi?”

At that, Tim does turn to look at him. There’s some cake frosting clinging to his eyelashes, and his hair is a mess. It looks cute, to be completely honest, and Kon has to leave his unfinished latte on the side so he can hug the little shit.

“Aw, don’t pout, Timbo. I’m sure he thought you were cute. Just try to sleep a bit more tonight, so when he comes back tomorrow you’ll be a little more alert and won’t embarrass yourself.”

“What do you mean, when he comes back?”

“I mean, if he works next door, he’ll probably get his morning coffees here all the time, right?”

That seemed to drive Tim back into the distraught spiral. He smashed his head back into the counter, making dying whale noises until Cassie’s hand returned to his scalp.

Kon privately thinks Tim’s life is starting to sound like fanfiction. He wonders which type of background character he would be, in it.

-.-.-.-.-.-

The shop is called F’coffee. That’s why Cassie is convinced Tim is the actual owner; no one else would really think that’s a proper name for a serious establishment. Kon isn’t convinced all the way yet, but with Bart on her side and Tim staying silent on the subject, it is just a matter of time until she convinces him it’s totally okay for him to do his gym routine there. She thinks, with Tim being his own boss, no one would tell him to stop it, and it would help his friend’s business to bloom with new customers.

The place's general aesthetic is exactly what you would expect, with old wooden tables, comfy chairs, potted plants hanging from the walls and tall windows just a little bit stained. The smell is constantly of the strongest brew Tim has, Death Coffee (which he’s actually not legally allowed to sell, so he keeps it for himself), and just setting a foot in makes her feel instantly awake. It's also always warm, and the sweets on display look mouth watering no matter your personal preferences.

In short, it looks like something out of a movie. It’s a tad too perfect for her friend, but she thinks it also fits his obsessive need for perfection.

Except for the board. Oh, the board. Cassie loves it more than life itself.

Tim has divided the drinks in categories. And made up names for all of them.

“Yes, hello! I’d like to order a grande, iced, sugar-free vanilla Latte, with soy milk, but I can’t seem to find it in your menu…”

Tim’s dead eyes turn to Cassie for a second, before facing his customer again.

“You’re probably looking into the Normal People section”, he points out, before raising his hand to signal a bit to the left. “There you have the Pain In The Ass selection. There’s nothing just like you asked, but you have the It’s Britney Bitch beverage, which is almost exactly the same except I’ll add a middle finger drawing in the cup and charge you extra for emotional damages. Also, we’re out of soy milk.”

Or…

“Hey, good morning! I’d like to order…”

Tim raised a hand, stopping the chirpy, good looking young man dead in his tracks.

“Don’t tell me, I know what you need. I’ll just go ahead and prepare it.”

“But you don’t even know what I/”

“You’ll have a Cougar Bait. It has cacao cream, a strawberry pucker and some grenadine seeds. I think it's fitting, for you.”

And also…

“Hey, hum… Sorry, I just have to ask… what’s on the ‘Barista’s heart’ drink?”

“Cacao powder, almond milk and espresso. Also some organic coconut ash, that gives it the blacker-than-night color, that’s just a shade lighter than my soul.”

“...noted.”

Cassie snorts into her cup of Jack it up (coffee that tastes just like a Jack Daniel’s; having Tim working here has opened up her eyes to the possibilities), watching as Tim makes his own usual.

“What’s in that one?” She asks, out of curiosity, when she’s sure there’s no other customer close by.

“Six espresso shots.”

She waits for a second. Tim finishes the drink, carefully handling the dark liquid inside his favorite plastic cup.

“...okay, and?”

“And that 's it.”

“Tim, that-- that would kill you?”

“Duh. Why did you think it was called The Last Sip?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

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mutants-and-soldiers · 3 years

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The Proposition (Ch. 1)

summary || You've been thinking about Steve's proposal a lot. Part of you wants to decline but a bigger part of you wants what he's offering.

pairing || alpha!Steve x omega!Reader (Past alpha!Bucky x omega!Reader)

word count || 3,706

warnings || A/B/O, eventual smut, therapy talks, kink negotiation, lots of dialogue — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || I can't get this story out of my head, really! First chapter is all about setting up the smut so I apologize but I believe in talking things out. Thank you to everyone who commented on the first part of the series! I'm going to try and be better about answering comments from here on out! Keep the comments coming, I love hearing from you guys so much!

You can also read it on Ao3. Do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost any of my work, even if you credit me. I always welcome comments and reblogs!

Sequel to Helping Hands: One Two Three Four Five

Divider courtesy of the talented @firefly-graphics

After so many years of going to see Dr. Beta, you were used to the routine when you stepped through the doors. It was late in their work day so you were the only person in the office other than Valarie, the receptionist, who gave you a kind smile. “Good afternoon,” she said, typing something onto her computer. “Dr. Beta’s just about ready.”

“Thanks, Valarie,” you say, setting your bag down to take off your suit.

It had been weird the first time Dr. Beta had demanded you not wear the suit during your sessions. You protested but in the end, she won out. There were a lot of reasons for choosing a female-only office but this was the biggest one. They accommodate you so much just to make you feel welcome and safe in your own skin. It was one of the few places that you could take the suit off and feel comfortable.

The suit was just being zipped up into your bag when the door to the doctor’s office opened. Dr. Beta was a matronly middle aged woman with plenty of laugh lines and crow's feet from years of laughter and joy. She was a kind beta who had done wonders for your mental health and self esteem. Without her, you probably wouldn’t have gone through with the job proposal.

She called your name with a gentle smile, “You ready?”

“Yep,” you smiled, walking over to step into the room. The blinds were closed tight but there were several lamps around the space that allowed a soft light to keep it illuminated. The wooden diffuser was pumping out the soothing smell of lemon and sandalwood. Dr. Beta had always said the lemon helped cut the potency of your powers but you weren’t sure if that was true or if it was something she said to make you feel better.

The two of you settled into your usual spots before the doctor asks, “Anything new since we last saw each other?”

It had been a month since your last session. The milestone of going monthly instead of bi-monthly had been huge for you. There was a time that you saw her weekly, which was when you were at your lowest. You were glad to be where you were.

“Where do I even start?” you laugh, leaning casually back on the leather couch. The cold material felt nice on the bare skin that peeked out from your denim shorts and athletic tank top. “I’ve been meeting regularly with three guys to run with them every Tuesday and Thursday. We also go out for drinks and the game on Sunday.”

“Wow, that’s fantastic!” she gushed, genuinely excited for you. She even sat her clipboard and pen down to lean forward with her elbows on her knees. It was something she only did when you made some kind of...positive choice in your life. The way it made your chest swell with self pride was silly and kind of childish but the woman had always been extra motherly to you. “Clients?”

“One of them was,” you nod, trying to keep the flush of excitement from making you seem too eager. “They’re really nice guys and they invited me to start sparring with them next week after our runs.”

A gentle look crossed the doctor’s face that had you melting. It was a look that she gave when she was proud and the way your name came out of her mouth spoke volumes. “I’m so proud of you,” she said aloud even though you knew it by her body language. “It’s been a long time since you took time for yourself in your personal life. Are they on your level of martial arts?”

“Better!” you said, excited to have a good challenge.

“Better than you?” she laughed, sounding incredulous. “I’d have to see that to believe it!” You join her for the laugh. “Anything else?”

Your mind flutters to a certain blond and his proposition but decide to keep that to yourself for now. It wasn’t good for you to hide secrets from Dr. Beta and you usually didn’t, however, she would definitely encourage you to take him up on the offer. You didn’t think you were ready to come up with reasons (lies) for why you couldn’t do that yet.

“Not really.”

She nods, grabbing her clipboard to flip the paper. “Dr. Noland said you were going to get your heat early this time around. She said you mentioned you might know why?”

Damn it. You forgot how much the two doctors communicated between each other about your health. It was the program you were in and, while amazingly helpful, could be very annoying at times. Case in point, now you need to make a choice on whether to point blank lie to Dr. Beta or just tell the truth. Lying by omission was much more your style.

“Yeah,” you sigh, resigning yourself to the conversation. “The last client I helped had...intense pheromones. I think it may have kicked me into my heat cycle early.”

The doctor’s hazel eyes widened in shock, “Even with the suppressant you took?”

Nodding, you look away for a second. “The client was a super soldier,” you admit, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

Understanding blossomed on her face when she made a guess as to who you were talking about. “Well, that might do it, for sure,” she nodded, making a note. “Still, I’m going to have Dr. Noland change your suppressant just in case it’s not working.”

She stood up, going over to the cabinet behind her desk. She took out a large bottle, tossing it to you, that had heat vitamins in them. Another bottle was thrown your way full of pills specifically for healthy slick production. The last thing she came over with were a few vouchers for omega-centric energy drinks and heat-snacks.

“I know you hate this question but I am legally required to ask,” she chuckles. “Do you have someone you trust to help you through your heat?”

You hesitate. “No.”

Her head snaps up, hazel eyes pinning you to the spot. “You hesitated. You never hesitate,” she points out with far too much excitement. She sets the clipboard down, doing the lean again. “Do you have someone in mind?”

Well, the cat was out of the bag and now you couldn’t lie because she would never believe you now. “I was...propositioned,” you admit, feeling stupidly relieved that you had been honest with her. She had conditioned you so fucking well to feel better when you told the truth as opposed to lying. It had been a ‘bad coping mechanism’ you created during your childhood to gain some control of your otherwise uncontrollable life.

“By one of your new friends?” she asked, already getting the gist of the conversation. “Was it your client?”

“No, not my client but his...best friend,” you whisper, feeling a little embarrassed that you were having this conversation.

Dr. Beta is quiet for a moment, contemplating how to ask the question. “What’s the big deal then? Why not take him up on the offer?”

You cringe. “There are…a lot of reasons but I’m sure you’re going to make them seem like they’re not problems but things I’ve blown up in my mind.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “You know your feelings and worries are valid! I just help you see things in a more logical light. I think you should really talk this through with him but...would you like to practice with me?”

You bite your lower lip but give a heavy sigh when you realize there’s still nearly forty minutes left of your time with her. “Fine. It can’t hurt.”

You sat in the booth twitching with your napkin. You and the owner were good friends from back in your academy days so he allowed you to pay a certain amount for the whole rooftop terrace. It meant you could enjoy a meal with someone without having to wear your suit. You also got the same female server every time who knew your situation and didn’t care.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” you heard a familiar voice say to your left.

Not really sure why, you stood up when he approached. He was wearing a thin blue zip-up jacket over a blue and white plaid button up shirt that was unbuttoned enough for you to see the white t-shirt he had under it. His jeans were dark and fit far too well around his massive thighs. A plain blue ball cap sat on his head and some fake glasses to help hide his identity. The smile he gave you was enough to make your preheat brain purr.

It took you by surprise when his big arms wrapped you up in a hug that smothered you in his masculine scent. Your hands touched his back, hugging him hesitantly. The squeeze lasted a little longer than you expected, just enough for your head to be perfectly swimming in his pheromones.

You pulled away when he did, allowing him to sit at the far side of the table, facing towards the rest of the area. He had insisted that you come without your suit so it was the least you could do to keep the waitress from noticing his erection.

“It’s okay, I ordered some water for us,” you smile, genuinely happy to see him. It wasn’t often that you saw any of the three men individually. They usually hung out in a pack and you were happy to know that you fit into the group pretty well. “Get whatever you want, Steve. It’s my treat.”

He gave you a look. “I would prefer it if you let me pay.”

Your heart gave a hard thump in your chest. There was something about the way he said it that was just short of a command. You look into his blue eyes, trying to gauge his intent before setting down the menu. “Is this some old-fashioned pride I see leaking through?” you tease, giving him a mischievous grin.

“No, I just figure it was only right that I buy you lunch before helping you with your heat,” he said so casually it made your face heat.

“What makes you think I’m going to agree?!” you laugh loudly.

There is a knowing glint in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. “Isn’t that why we’re here? Alone?” he questioned easily, looking up just as Julia came to the table.

“Welcome back,” she greets you, setting two empty glasses and a pitcher of water down on the table. “My name’s Julia.”

“Nice to meet you Julia,” Steve responded with a neutral smile. It caught you a little off guard because it...definitely wasn’t the smile he gave you. Was it just part of his disguise?

You both ordered a beer and your entrees. It wasn’t until Julia walked away that you focused back on the alpha across from you. He was already looking at you with an intense expression. You feel like he’s basically prying into your soul.

“I...spoke with my therapist yesterday and…” you start, finding it very hard to talk about this kind of thing. It was so easy to soothe your clients but so hard to give yourself a break. “She...convinced me to talk with you about my...worries.”

His expression softens a bit. “I’m willing to work with you,” he soothes, reaching out to take your hand. His fingers curled around yours, warm and solid. “Tell me everything.”

You take a deep breath. “I’m not afraid of hurting you,” you blurt out. “You can take me even on your worst day. I’m...embarrassed to count myself among the small population of omegas that go...feral during their heat. I...fight my partner. Dr. Beta says it's because of the trauma I experienced. Trauma doesn't just disappear during heat...it gets worse. I’m just not the usual kind of docile omega that society seems to exemplify.”

He looks up to alert you that Julia was returning with your drinks. He didn’t speak until she was back inside the building. “Truthfully, I’m actually more intrigued than put off by the notion,” he finally said after taking a sip of his beer. “Do you fight the whole time or just in the beginning?”

It wasn’t a line of questioning that you expected so you gaped at him like a fish out of water for a few seconds before finding your words. “I don’t...know,” you admit sheepishly, sipping your hard cider. “I’ve only been with one alpha during my heat and he had to go to the hospital a few hours into it.”

Something dark and tempting flashed through the blond’s eyes. “How do you feel about restraints?”

Your core throbbed at the simple question. It probably showed on your face because his smile started to widen in understanding. “Yes, that’s fine,” you breathe, trying not to think too hard about the implications.

“Would you prefer to do this at your house or in my suite?” he asked as if you had already agreed to the whole thing.

Your mind screamed at you to say decline. It was dangerous and there were so many things that could go wrong. Your omega brain though had already bought into the whole thing. You wanted this big, powerful alpha to hold you down and take you in the most forceful of ways. You wanted him to restrain you to your nest and have his way with you until the heat fog cleared.

“Wait, wait,” you say, trying to finish your thoughts before deciding anything. “I’m serious when I say I’m insatiable. I don’t have any refractory period between one wave and the next.”

Julia opens the door, alerting you both that she was coming out with food. You both wait until everything is set and she walks away before continuing. The food smells delicious so you grab the burger and bite into it. You always craved red meat before your heat so when the flavors burst across your taste buds, you hum in appreciation.

Steve took a few bites of his own meal before responding. “The super soldier serum makes it so I don’t have any refractory period,” he shrugs casually with a smile. “I’ve never met someone who could keep up with me so...I’m interested to see if you can. Any other worries?”

Heat blossoms across your cheek and in your chest. “I don’t want our friendship to be jeopardized,” you finally admit after finishing half of your burger. You grab some of the fries and eat them while thinking.

“Did helping Bucky keep you from being friends with him?”

“No, of course not,” you sigh, running out of excuses. Dr. Beta had been right, talking with him had definitely made you a little more comfortable with the idea. “Fine, okay, I accept your offer.”

“My place or yours?” he asks with a genuine smile.

You mull over the question for a bit before shrugging. “I have all of my nesting supplies at my house so we can do it at mine,” you chuckle, feeling a little nervous but excited too.

He nods. “Do I need to bring any supplies? Snacks or drinks?”

The two of you continue talking about the logistics of your heat while you finish the food. It makes you feel a lot better knowing you wouldn’t have to go through with it alone. You had already taken the initiative to send a message to all of your clients to let them know you would be out for your heat. You even went ahead and took an extra week just for yourself.

After you pay and you have your layers back on, the two of you stand outside the doors to the restaurant. You don’t want to leave him, truthfully. He smelt so good and you were so close to your heat that it was hard to separate from him. “Thanks for talking with me,” you smile despite the bonnet covering everything but your eyes. “I’ll give you a text when I’m ready.”

“Of course, thanks for lunch,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead through the layers. “Here, take this for your nest.”

He shucked his jacket and offered it. Your hand reaches out to take it slowly. “Thanks but this might just push me into it faster,” you laugh brightly, holding the large jacket close to your chest. You could smell the scent of him even through all of your layers. It made your head foggy.

“That’s the idea,” he smirked, turning towards the tower with a wave. “Just let me know when you want me to come over.”

You watch him walk away, eyes lingering on the way his biceps stretched the fabric of his shirt and down until you stared at his toned ass in those jeans. It was obvious how close you were to your heat when sweat started to form along your temples and slick started to dampen your panties.

Once you got back home, you arranged your snacks and vitamins on the counter so they were easy for Steve to find. He might need to feed you for the first few waves because you weren’t sure if you’d be coherent or not. Then you went into your extra bedroom that you used for your heats and started getting it ready.

You pulled out all of your slick-resistant pillows, cushions and blankets from the closet to make a nest on your king sized bed. It was a nice four post bed that had your mind in dark places. All you could think about was being restrained with cuffs around one of those posts while Steve fucked into you.

It didn’t take long before you needed a pad for all of the fucking slick that was making everything so annoying. The nest took a lot longer that you would like to admit because it just didn’t seem...right. You’d never had this kind of issue before but your omega brain wanted Steve to be comfortable and happy too.

Looking back at the closet, you debated on whether or not you wanted to pull out the box of toys. You weren’t sure if Steve would want them or need them or…

“Fuck it,” you mutter, grabbing your phone to send the alpha a quick text. Toys or no toys?

You were adding his jacket to your nest when your phone vibrated in your pocket. Instead of the one or two word answer that you expected, it was...something else.

Definitely toys. I’ll enjoy teasing you until you’re begging for my knot.

Fuckin’ hell! Was this the same blond with the surprisingly boyish face that you had met during lunch today? The same guy that Sam teased about being an old virgin?

You didn’t think the pad was going to hold up to all of the slick that gush from you at the text. How does one respond to a text like that? You grabbed out the delicate pink box out of the closet, wincing at the color because it was the only color that the shop had to store your toys. Omegas were feminine right?! They liked pink, right?!

Laughing at yourself, you set the box on the little table in the room. You opened the lid and set it to the side so you could look at your assortment of toys. It was a collection you started when your first heat hit you at sixteen. You had been a late bloomer because of your constant martial arts training, which stilted your omega hormones.

It had all the necessities and even some extras. You had your typical knot dildo, a vibrator, a clit vibe, a few different types of condoms for when you weren’t in your heat, a bottle of lube that encouraged slick production, a bottle of regular lube, and a few different sized anal plugs. The last few were just because you enjoyed the feeling of being full when having sex.

Quickly you took a picture of the box and sent it to Steve as a reply. It was the best you could come up with. You had never really been good at those kinds of things. Well, you’d never had someone try and sext you.

Happy that everything was prepared, you cuddled under your fuzzy blanket in your nest. Comfort flooded through you as you nuzzled into the man’s jacket, deeply taking in his scent. It was nice and musky and made you feel warm and safe.

The phone buzzed. You’re okay with anal during your heat?

Your pheromone idled brain made you giggle, “Consent is important,” before you could text him back. Yes, I like being stuffed full.

It didn’t even register how inappropriate the text sounded before you hit send. You were obviously a lot further along than you had previously thought. The subtle throb of your core was starting to get worse but you weren’t too far gone to see his last text.

Good to know. Get some rest. Need me to come out and check on you before dark?

You groaned as a cramp hit your pelvis, slick becoming an issue. It simultaneously hurt and felt good. You were so distracted that you couldn’t answer the text message. Everything was suddenly too hot so you threw off your clothing, slipping your hand down to brush against your clit. It was already so sensitive it hurt but you needed relief.

It wasn’t enough and you knew that it would be futile to try and get yourself off with just your fingers but your brain wasn’t working. You groaned helplessly as the lackluster orgasm washed over you. It wasn’t enough, so frustratingly not enough. Sweat dripped down your cheek from your hairline making you kick off the blanket so you could turn over.

You didn’t care how it looked with your ass up because the scent of Steve on the jacket helped clear your head a little. It made your core throb but it also helped you become coherent. Enough so that you grabbed the phone and typed in a one word response that only said:

Now.

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carryonmywaywardcaptain · 4 years

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Mr. Pretty Face

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When you and Sam return to the motel after a drunken night out, the boys learn how you really feel about Dean.

Warnings: themes of alcohol, drunken karaoke, and just goofy random nonsense. Mentions of sexual feels, pining; implied Dean x reader. Fluff

A/N: I don’t know where this came from. lol. A random gif-inspired piece. I would hope you recognize the song lyrics and references, so credit to Queen and Styx for those. Also slightly influenced by random moments from the tv shows New Girl and Mom haha.

“Alright, just a little bit further. Hey, be careful! Watch the—“

Sam huffed in frustration as you tripped over your own feet and stumbled into the doorframe, despite him supporting you with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.

“Owwww. Sam, I hit a wall...with my arm!” You drawled. “Why would they put a wall here? That’s a fun word— waaallll. A walllllll....”

You kept your tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth and dragged out the “L,” giggling at the sound it made.

“Yeah, Y/N. Real funny word,” Sam sighed, glancing down at you with mild concern.

“Sammy, it’s Deeeeeaaaannnn!” you gasped. “Dean is here!”

You heard Dean chuckle as Sam helped you collapse on the bed closest to the door.

“I see you two had a fun night out.”

You rolled to your stomach upon hearing his voice, propping your elbows on the mattress and resting your head on your hands. Your feet were hanging off the bed, so you slowly alternated kicking each leg up and down.

“You’re pretty,” you observed.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Dean grinned. “I was gonna ask how drunk she is, but I guess that answers my question.”

“She, uh, decided to give karaoke a shot...” Sam carded his fingers through his hair, tucking his locks behind his ears and shaking his head. “Everyone loved it so much, they bought her drinks the rest of the night.”

You beamed and began humming. Letting your hands fall from beneath your chin, you bobbed your head as you wiggled your fingers in the air in front of you.

“Need something?” Dean quirked an eyebrow.

“ScaraMOUCH, ScaraMOUCH, will you do the FanDANGO?” You rolled to your back and pointed finger guns at the ceiling with each syllable you sang. “THUNDER BOLTS AND LIGHTNING, VERY, VERY FRIGHTENING MEEEE--”

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose before scooping you into his arms to slide you up the bed during your “Galileos.” You sank into the pillows, rolling your head side to side as you continued singing and conducting your invisible orchestra.

“She did Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“That explains the air piano solo,” Dean remarked.

The boys stood on either side of the bed and helped you out of your boots, socks, and flannel while you squirmed and finished the rest of your performance between fits of giggles. Sam lifted you once more so Dean pulled back the covers and tuck you in. He worked his way up your legs to your torso, tucking the fabric beneath you to make it at least a little more difficult for you to roll out of bed. When he was within your reach, you stretched a hand out and gently poked the tip of his nose.

“Boop.”

“I’m glad you had fun tonight. Wish I would’ve thought to record all of this to show you in the morning.”

“You’re so hip, Dean. Hip--that’s a fun word too. Hip, hip, hippp. ‘Pics or it didn’t haaappeeen.’“

Dean glanced over at Sam and they burst into laughter again at your behavior.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Welcome to my world. All night.”

“Ah, relax, Sammy. Think of how many times she’s had to take care of us--drunk or not. We don’t get the whole...cute, laughing, carefree thing very often.”

“Ewwwww, pantsssss,” you groaned, kicking away the covers.

Dean crossed the room wordlessly and began digging through your bag.

“Sam! Pssst, Sammyyyy,” you whispered loudly. “Don’t freak out...but I think your brother just said I’m cute.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Shhhhhh! He’s gonna hear you! Quick! Close your eyes so he can’t hear me.”

You covered your eyes with your hands and peeked at Sam between your fingers. He shook his head, pressing his lips in a hard line to conceal his smile.

“I don’t think that’s how that... Actually, you know--nevermind. Sorry, Y/N. I’ll try to be more quiet.”

“’S’okay. Wanna know a secret?”

“Uh, well, I--”

“Secret, secret-- I’ve gotta sssecret,” you slurred as you sang again. “I wanna have the sex with your brothaaa.”

Across the room, Dean had still been smiling at your drunken rants. His amused expression became one of surprise as he creased his forehead and his eyebrows leaped toward his hairline. He drew in a deep breath, but otherwise stood motionless and gaping at your admission.

“That’s, uh...that’s nice, Y/N.” Sam swallowed uncomfortably and placed a bottle of aspirin on the nightstand beside you. “Maybe that’s something you should talk to him about.”

“I wanna have SEX with Deaaannn!”

“Okay--you, know what? On that note, I’m taking a shower and heading to bed. Dean, switch me beds and just...yeah. I’m officially passing her off to you.”

Sam scurried to the shared bathroom and quickly closed the door behind him. Your eyelids were growing heavy, but you grinned and waved when you slipped out of your drunken haze long enough to spot Dean again. He smiled at you gently and returned to your side with some clothes in hand.

“Alright. C’mon, Freddie Mercury. Let’s get you ready for bed,” he murmured as he began undoing your jeans with nimble fingers.

“Bowchicka wow wow.” You winked at him, kicking off your jeans ungracefully and giggling when they remained tangled at your ankles. “Look! No paaaantsss.”

“I see that.”

“Does that mean sexy times, says me, plus you?”

“Not tonight, sweetheart.”

He helped you slip on your favorite pair of pajama shorts, then swapped out your tank top with one of his old t-shirts. When you “booed” and pouted your bottom lip out, he leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“Get some sleep, Y/N. Believe me...we’re gonna revisit this conversation tomorrow when I know it’s you talking and not all the booze. Deal?”

“Dealio Dean-io.”

Dean walked toward the door, making sure Sam had locked it properly before he turned off the lights. Leaving the lamp on the bedside table on for his brother, he crawled into bed beside you. He settled comfortably into the mattress and stretched an arm out, pulling you toward him so you could nestle into his chest.

“G’night, Y/N.”

“Night, Mr. Pretty Face,” you mumbled.

His chest rumbled beneath your ear as he chuckled quietly to himself. The feeling of his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back and his soft humming were the last things you remembered as you finally drifted off to sleep.

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adhdslugcrimes · 3 years

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More Souyo headcanons because I sold my soul to the fox guardian to max out their soul link. But like,,, adding more of the friends and the ships I ship with them lol

Yosuke and Yu have their own sets of nightmares, Yu needs skin-on-skin contact like holding a hand or resting his forehead on Yosuke shoulders (Yosuke wears loose shirts so his shoulder is always showing), as where Yosuke just needs grounding words and sometimes to be hold.

Their friends have their own ways of going through all of the things they went through with the murders, tv world, and such.

Though Yosuke's confession went off the plan, Kanji finally building up the courage to ask out Naoto in a cute but painfully awkward way, but none of them has anything on Chie's confession to Yukiko was... Memorable. Chie had lost her ability to speak due to the fears of ruining their friendship (even though everyone who helped her practice said Yukiko actually liked her back and to go for it), became frazzled, yelled she loved steak, ran away, it started to rain, Yukiko chased after her, multiple people in the group slipped on their asses, and then chie did confessed finally in the rain however leaning down for a kiss Yukiko loses balance and both get covered in mud, goes to the inn for everyone to wash up and the next day they all caught a cold except for teddie.

Their sexuality and gender identity (my opinion, if yours is different that's cool please share 🥺)

Yu- Pansexual because of course he didn't see gender, he saw husband material in the trash, and Genderfluid because I don't care that cross dressing moment awakening this part of him and like terrible timing in the middle of a murder cases but gender identities don't come in good timing. Pronouns: he/she/they mostly he and they.

Yosuke: this man is bisexual, first nobody calls their friends partners ironically unless you are not straight and don't bring up cowboy movies into this there are gay cowboy films, v-necks all season long, talks about yu a bit much, headphones, has zero balance, his room being a mess, in mostly all of Yu's dancing scenes and his dance scenes too, your affection, and lastly he rolled up his sleeves. He's a disaster bi and I will die on this hill.

Kanji- pansexual, I know him being straight and liking stuff that normally label you as gay and I got to agree with that like whatever you want, however I love him as pan because it feels right to me.

Naoto- Demisexual, I am a firm believer that Naoto is Demi and when getting to know Kanji they fell in love with him. They are non-binary, pronouns are she/they tho since she/they are not called they as much I'll be referring to them as that because my reasons.

Chie- lesbian. I ain't got to say much, she's totally a lesbian and is in the middle of butch and femme presenting.

Yukiko- also Lesbian, I'm sorry I can't see her liking a guy and like,,, we all saw her's and Chie's shadow scenes and them rescuing each other like,,, not a hetro explanation to be seen.

Rise- graysexual, she felt attracted to Yu but like she could see how much Yu liked Yosuke but little hurt feelings she's fine, beside she doesn't really need any partners as badly as she puts on sometimes her friends and family are more than enough! She's also mtf trans because fuck you I say so let me just have my trans babies!

Teddie uhhh well Teddie is Teddie he doesn't have a sexuality if you are pretty or even handsome he'll flirt with you, also I am sure he has no gender but he present male because it feels right and like he was really comfortable in the cross dressing moment so like he just exist to be a one-of-kind Teddie.

Speaking of Teddie, this man lives with the Dojima's to protect Nanako as a big brother! Yu is very proud of him and grateful for him wanting to protect his little sister/cousin.

Yu, Yosuke, and now Teddie can sing the Junes store theme by heart. It's still Nanako's favorite store and yes she's disappointed in her big bro and Yosuke getting banned for one.

Kanji becomes a fashion designer and he makes his friends wedding attire and clothes for Nanako and send them to her because she deserves cute dresses for her family and damnit she's so cute and when he visits he goes to her and just makes her look even more ADORABLE and send pics of her new outfits to Yu and Dojima and listen okay, these two have been seen crying at their phone because NANAKO IS JUST SO CUTE AND HAPPY AND THEY JUST WANT HER TO PROTECT HER PRECIOUS SMILE AND JUST SHUT UP NANAKO DESERVE TO BE SPOILED AND HAPPINESS FOR YEARS AND YEARS AHHHHH

Yukiko and Chie's cooking has gotten better, Yu are Kanji helped them not make anymore mystery food x again. Yosuke stutters at the utter mentioned of that name.

Yu looks calm, but he's holding back his pure feral rage. He keeps it inside him and then he'll die.

Kanji and Yosuke 🤝 getting bolder around their loves

Yukiko and Yu have thrown movie nights in where they kidnap their friends, use teddie to get through the tv world, and watch movies together and nobody else question it.

Rise came out on her being tran, and Yu became her bodyguard because he saw half the hate by some fans and like she has some already but no he literally placed a hand on her shoulder and said "I want to go with you." and he did went and broke a few knee caps and def met Ryuji and yes in pq2 he def remember Yu because you can't forget someone with a silver bowl cut busting someone knees (Ryuji is trans too btw, because) ((also no knee busting, he wanted to but legally he couldn't... Lol new au delinquent! Yu the true delinquent but yeah he was just there making sure Rise tour was safe so he didn't have to worry about her))

Yu is a mama bear, he calls up everyone ever once in a while and kill not think twice about murdering you if you decided to choose violence towards his friends.

Yu also takes being an uncle seriously, he has Dojima has an uncle he has standards to meet.

Kanji saw Rise new costumes line and he said "these are ugly give me three days" and now he makes her costumes.

Kanji also personally tailors Naoto's clothes because they are still so short-

Naoto gets top surgery, shut up let me self-project here.

Chie also gets top surgery, she loves her chest flat she's more confident and like,,, men shirts,,, a new possiblity.

Yu unironically sings the little mermaid under the sea while cleaning and nobody knows why.

Everyone makes Naoto eat because they just forget to being so deep in a case.

Yosuke and chie 🤝 sleeping in weird and almost uncomfortable looking positions

Yu and Yukiko 🤝mildly worried about their partners.

Kanji reads to Naoto as a thing that relax them and like cuddling with Kanji is like heaven (get it?)

Yukiko has a Halloween type of stuff for the inn's to gain more tourist but like there's three levels of being scared. 1. Very small that won't cause heart attacked, 2. Middle scare, 3. HOLY SHIT level.

Yosuke can draw but like only his friends know this, and like in the crushing years there's a sketch book that is just Yu, everything Yu, and like Chie found it and like impressed but also like felt it because she has written C x Y since like middle school okay.

#yosuke hanamura #yu narukami #souyo #kanji tatsumi #naoto shirogane #kannao #rise kujikawa #chie satonaka #yukiko amagi #yukichie #teddie #p4 #p4g #my headcanons #nanako dojima

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neon-vocalist · 2 years

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day 20: family dinner: cadina

TW for h0m0ph0bia, h0m0ph0bic slurs, and mention of murder... heh. Sorry. Enjoy?

Originally written November 23, 2021

"My God, Cady, how many coats of that have you put on? A hundred?" Regina glances at Cady briefly before turning her eyes back to the road. "Waste of good lip gloss."

Cady blushes and puts the cap on the lip gloss, tossing it over Regina's lap into the storage space of her car door so she can't get to it. "More like two hundred," she mutters without an ounce of humor in her voice.

"Aw, Caddie," Regina soothes, instantly going into protective girlfriend mode at the tone of Cady's voice. "It's gonna be okay, babes, alright? Besides, I'm the one coming out. It's fine."

"But what if they don't like me?"

Regina clucks her tongue and quickly kisses ons of Cady's cheeks. "Firstly, I just broke my rules for you, so you best be grateful. Second off, if anyone in my family doesn't like you, I have no reason to stay close to them. I mean, Cady Cat, my mom loves you and Kylie already treats you like an older sister. My grandparents are probably too senile by now to even understand what I'm saying, and I don't give a sh- a crap about what my aunts and uncles say, alright? I love you. Their opinion could never change that."

"But-"

"No buts, Cady. C'mere." Cady eagerly tries to climb into the seat with Regina. "No! Not like that, you goof. Give me your hand, you useless bisexual." Cady pouts at the lack of closeness but takes the offered hand. "It's gonna be okay, okay? We'll be fine."

"We'll be fine," Cady repeats quietly. "Yeah."

As soon as they walk into the door, Regina drops Cady's hand like a hot potato and shoots her an apologetic look. You're cuddling me later, Cady mouths. Regina shoots her a quick thumbs up and turns to the first incoming auntie.

"Hi, Aunt Mary! Hi, Aunt Lucia! Hi, Aunt Josephine! Hello, Marcus." Hugs are given out to all the aunts and uncles in a ten-foot radius, and cousins are all greeted with eye rolls and high fives. Cady's already lost. She glances around, wondering if there's some animal she can sneak off to pet, when Mrs George saves her.

"Cady, darling! Look at you! You're so tall!" Cady, five foot two on a good day, outright laughs at that, and Regina's mom pulls her into a hug. "We haven't seen you around in a long time! Kylie was starting to wonder if you and Regina had another-"

"Nooope," Regina interrupts, grabbing Cady's hand and pulling her away from her mom. "We did not."

"We did the opposite," Cady whispers, giggling, and Regina lovingly rolls her eyes before turning back to her mother.

"Everything's fine, Mama. I think I saw Aunt Phyllis over there, didn't you mean to talk to her about something?"

"Hmm. Actually, yeah, I think so!" Mrs George bustles off to find her sister, and Cady looks up at Regina.

"What did she need to talk about?" "Nothing," Regina says with a smile. "Come on. Let's go, I'll introduce you to the annoyances."

"Okay!" Cady lets herself get pulled into a group of cousins.

"First is Marcus," Regina says, pointing to a brown-haired guy playing on his phone. "He's got a girlfriend named Samantha or something that he will not shut up about ever. That's Brian. He got a perm over the summer and it was a bad choice. There's Crystal, she's cool, her mom's not." Crystal flashes a peace sign from where she's perched on the couch. "She's also bi, if you couldn't tell by looking at her."

That gives Cady a bit of hope. A fellow queer that looks a fair amount less scary than her girlfriend? A godsend.

"That one is Sadie, and she continues to dye her hair neon pink, much to her father's dismay. I keep telling her to go lavender but she won't listen to me. Next to her is Kayla, her sister, and her brother Reuben. They're alright. Finally, there's Ellie Rose, who will yell at you if you say her name any different, and Jaxon Jay who will do the same. It doesn't really matter who their parents are, honestly. And no one's gonna blame you if you mess up a bit. You also just don't have to socialize."

"Okay," Cady says quietly, trying to match names to faces in her head. Sadie with the pink hair. Ellie Rose and Jaxon Jay who are the young ones. Crystal the bi one with the weird name. Brian who looks like a poodle. "Got it."

"Want me to test you?" Regina jokes. "Kidding, kidding. Our family usually does food very soon after everyone's here, so I think- hold up. Mom?" she yells. "When are we eating?"

"We're waiting on Rodney!" her mom calls back from the kitchen.

"Damn Rodney," Regina murmurs. "Okay! Thanks Mom!"

"No problem, sweetie!"

"So, wait, Caddie," Regina starts to ask, leading Cady into a little side office where no one's around. "Do you wanna do the coming out over dinner or after?"

"Uh..." Even the mention of coming out as a couple drains the color from Cady's face. "Whatever you wanna do. It's your family and your house, I'm fine with whenever."

"I may have to take drastic measures," Regina warns.

"Like what?" Cady asks, imagining Regina tackling one of the old men she saw playing cribbage with a football game on. "Like a lion?"

"No, silly," Regina chuckles. "You and your lions."

"Then like what?"

"This," Regina answers, pulling Cady in for a kiss. All her anxiety settles down at the feel of Cady's lips, at least momentarily.

"I can live with that," Cady replies after unfortunately needing to take in a bit more air than was accessible a second ago. "What are you gonna do? Just kiss me and scare them away?"

"Exactly. Boo."

Cady cracks a little smile. "Well, worst case scenario I get another pie in my hair."

"Worst- wait, another?"

"Story for another time," Cady giggles, waving a hand. No sooner does she get the words out than the sound of a spatula hitting a cowbell makes everyone in the house shut up and cover their ears.

"Dinnertime!" Mrs George shouts at the top of her lungs, and the house explodes in chaos. Regina pulls Cady a bit closer to her while all the various relatives stampede around them.

"Let's take just a few seconds to let all the teenage boys clear out, yeah?" Cady nods, and Regina smiles. "Good. You up for those cuddles I owe you?"

Now, normally Cady would love some cuddles, but the possiblity that someone could walk in on them is too large. She shakes her head lamely and lies back on the couch opposite Regina.

"Hey, what's wrong, Cads? You never turn down cuddles?" Cady just shakes her head. "Aww, Cady. It's gonna be okay. You have me and Crys and Kylie in your corner if no one else. Though I'm pretty sure Sadie is a closet lesbian. And Uncle Tim never married, so like..."

Cady smiles a tiny bit, but it's enough to calm Regina's worries. "I think it should be safe to go get some food now. Come on."

After dinner, during which Cady basically just watches in awe as Regina carries five conversations at once (and also trades finger guns with Crystal), everyone's decently happy or at least content, and the conversation has died down to a few chats here and there. "You ready?" Regina whispers.

"Yeah. How..?"

"Leave it to me." Regina takes Cady's hand under the table and Cady immediately tightens her fingers around her girlfriend's. She doesn't mind, though, she's just as nervous as Cady seems to be. "Hey, everyone? Do we wanna do the thanksgiving... circle... thingy?"

"Don't we usually do that at Thanksgiving, dear?" asks an aunt. Regina smiles sweetly.

"Well, yeah, but what's the harm in doing it again?" The aunt still looks skeptical. "I love hearing everyone's ideas and thoughts. It makes me really happy... very proud to be a part of this family."

That does it. Everyone stands up and holds hands, which makes it not weird for Cady to sustain her death grip on Regina. "I'll start!" calls an uncle eight people down from them.

"Cady, honey, you don't have to participate if you don't want to," says Mrs George. Cady nods.

"Family!" declares the uncle. Eight.

"Food," says Regina's grandpa. Seven.

"Sam," says Marcus, and everyone rolls their eyes. Six.

"Technology," Crystal deadpans. Five.

"Books!" Ellie Rose says happily, and a couple awws are heard from around the circle. Four.

"My gerbil," adds an old lady, and a few people have to stifle their laughter. Three.

"Sleep," says a bored-looking teenager. Maybe a second cousin? Perhaps someone's partner? Two.

"My mama," Mrs George says. One.

Regina takes a deep breath, takes her hand out of Cady's to pull her into a side hug, and says "My girlfriend."

Yelling erupts in the dining room.

"You're both spawns of the Devil himself!"

Crystal, Sadie, and Brian are clapping.

"Faggots!"

A fork is thrown- not at Regina or Cady, not really at anyone?

"How could this happen to us?"

Mrs George has enfolded both Regina and Cady in a hug.

"My beautiful granddaughter..."

Cady's shaking and Regina's trying to calm her down by tracing hearts on her back. It seems like hours before someone shouts "EVERYONE SHUT UP!"

Cady can't put a finger on the voice. She probably wouldn't be able to recognize even Regina's at this point.

"I won't have dykes in my family!"

She knows everyone hates her. They're all screaming and shoving and shouting and- did someone just throw something?

"You and your stupid little girlfriend are both going straight to hell!"

She's only aware of someone's arms around her and the sound of someone crying.

"We don't want any of you or your disgusting kind here."

Then someone yells and it all grows quiet except for the sobbing. Is it Regina's mom? Is it whoever got hit with the fork?

She opens her eyes. She honestly hadn't even realized they were closed. The crying is Regina's. And that's all it takes.

"Hey!" she yells. Regina tugs on her sleeve. "Ginny, it's alright. What's all you people's problems? She's the same girl you've always known, except, honestly, better. So she's dating a girl! That's a better choice than a scumbag man! She's the same loving, beautiful, talented, stunning niece or granddaughter or cousin or whatever she is to you that you knew before, okay? She's amazing. Regina is incredible. It's not her fault that she- well, no. It's not her fault that I got lucky enough for her to fall for me. So stop shouting and throwing stuff and being pissy bigots. We can go if you don't want us here. Honestly, it's our gain. You-"

"Cady," Regina says with more intensity, finally snapping Cady out of her angry rant.

"Are you alright?" she asks, awkwardly climbing off the chair she for some reason decided to stand on. No one in the room really knows what to make of her, except Crystal, who continues to cheer.

"Cady babe, you gotta calm down now," Regina says, her voice still as low.

"I'm calm. But I'm gonna kill someone."

"I'm not giving you any cuddles if you kill them."

"But-"

"No cuddles if you commit murder."

Cady nods and takes a deep breath. "Okay. You wanna go home?"

"Yes please."

"Okay." Cady puts an arm around her girlfriend's shoulder and leads her outside and to the car. She hates to drive. But she'll do it for Regina.

She'd do anything for Regina.

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