#sorry that i completely hijacked your ask kitty…

[thefloatingwriter]

dayne #1 beetee torture-rer.... do you have any ships for him minus nuts & volts..

beetee and wiress are basically soulmates, bonded for life type shit, but i do have some various other relationships with him, mostly relating to ocs.

i will definitely earn the title of #1 beetee torturer after this because none of these are very shippy… there’s a lot of angst…

warnings for graphic descriptions and mentions of forced prostitution and all of the weird shit capitol citizens do with the victors

Paris Sanford:

read this post for more information of paris, and more info about her relationship with beetee, but in short, she’s the victor of the 39th hunger games, is from D1, and is commonly sold with beetee. i say with because it was common in the earlier days after their victories (40th-52nd ish) for them to be forced to have s*x together for the entertainment of capitol citizens. voyeurism basically. it still happens sometimes, but it’s not as common anymore, as they both have “normal” buyers (basically ones who only/typically buy them over any other victor) that don’t want to see that more than they want to actually have s*x with them.

they were never together romantically (with their consent at least, the capitol does what the capitol does) but both had considered it at least once as it really had felt like they were the only one who understand what the other was going through. it completely fell through as soon as they both realized they basically have nothing in common and that they were too intertwined in each other’s trauma to ever be more than friends.

Various Other Victors:

other than paris, other victors beetee has been forced to be with include Stella Moana Fairchild (41st; D4), Everley “Eve” Peterson (35th; D9), and Venia “Venus” Ripley (44th; D2).

Capitol Citizens:

— Virginia Albatross:

beetee’s first buyer way back in the day. age 54 at the time of the 40th hunger games, 71 when she died. she very much had a parasocial relationship with him, believing they would be together romantically if only the capitol and district divide wasn't there. it’s considered one of the worst first appointments a victor ever had to go on.

she continued routinely buying him, at least once a year, until she died of a stroke during the 57th hunger games. beetee bought himself a cake to celebrate.

— Medea Floreana:

age 32 at the 47th games, now age 60, daughter of the previous minister of treasury, wife of a current gamemaker. she’s actually one of the nicer ones beetee has met, and he doesn’t mind her as much as he minds some of his other buyers. her appointments are usually a little easier, as there usually a day (at a party or social event that her husband couldn’t attend due to his work) and then only one night. the floreana’s are also one of the only families he’s ever met in the capitol who genuinely love each other.

— Aurelia Faaborg:

age 22 at the time of the 44th hunger games, now age 53. continuously bought beetee multiple times during the 44th to 50th games, before she got married and stopped buying him.

during the 58th games, the female tribute for D3 was named Aurelia Taaffe, and beetee couldn’t have a conversation or even look at her without sending himself into a panic attack. thankfully, he didn’t have to mentor that year, but he was required to be in the capitol, so he locked himself out of three’s apartment until she died.

— Other Capitol Citizens:

Diona Waltonsen — age 43 as of the 46th hunger games, now 72.

Folia Brightly — age 36 as of the 42nd hunger games, now 69.

Alaia Albrecht — age 62 as of the 41st hunger games, died during the 48th hunger games after an accident in her skin dying surgery.

Priscilla Odalia Fernsby — age 48 as of the 40th hunger games, now 83.

[chimmychanga1225]

It was 1 AM when I wrote this: A Spideypool Fanfic

Chapter 1 (?)

So this is one of my first fanfics on this site, so sorry if it’s not the best, but, regardless, I hope you enjoy. (Btw I’m not really sure if tumblr is a site for posting fanfics, but I guess we’ll see.) (also, I swear this isn’t how I usually write, but writing Deadpool into a fic is like welcoming the demolition of the fourth wall, so, yeah)

Warnings: Major fluff, some vulgar language, and some serious keyboard hijacking

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It was just your average bright cloudy day at the morgue when Peter started seeing dead people. Now you may ask yourself, is this man being portrayed by Bruce Willis, but, rest assured, this coroner was much more less bald than our DC universe older than middle aged sex fantasy, but we’ll get to that later.

No, Peter was probably one of the most brilliant minds in his field, if the field also included the requirement of building a scaled model version of the Death Star. And also a semi-decent Chewbacca impression. Geekdom aside, the guy was average, so he definitely probably didn’t deserve a red and white striped 1978 station wagon driving through the walls of his morgue.

As the dust cleared, the light revealed a half demolished wind shield with a few corpses chilling around the messed up room. The windshield wipers turned on for a moment to push away a dismembered shoulder, allowing Peter to have a better look at the driver.

Peter didn’t even have a moment to process what happened or who he had see when the originally dead man behind him jumped off the observation table, in his full naked glory, but still wearing his mask, somehow. “Jesus Christ”, Peter exclaimed tumbling to the ground.

“Close but not quite.”

“I don’t even need to be able to see to know you’re being stupid right now.”

“Lovely to see you too, Al. How’s the roomba working out for ya?”

“Are you always this much of a dick when you revive”, the lady responded. As Wade was about to respond, the previously forgotten coroner returned to their attention.

“Y-you’re supposed to be n-not alive”, Peter stuttered, making eye contact with the butt naked but ever sexy Wade W. Wilson.

“And who might you be”, Wade asked crouching down to the other man’s cowered form. “White jacket. Really awkward looking? You must be a coroner”, he said in a snobbish voice.

Peter felt himself finally come over the shock of the car crash and now finds himself having to deal with shock and trauma from the terrible movie reference. “Did you just quote Drac-“, Wade placed his hand over the other’s mouth.

“Wrong, fanfic sweet cheeks. But anyways, I gotta skiddadle”, and with that, the man, the myth, the legend merrily skipped his way to the semi-thrashed vehicle. Once reaching the driver’s side he leaned down to the barely visible woman who had been driving earlier. “Alright, short stack Sally, hand them over.”

With some grumbling and quiet curses, Blind Al digged out a wooden door stop and a metal rod along with a pair of... crocs? “Remind me to dip my hands in windex when I get home”, Al announced with disdain.

“Oh please, you know you love the after masturbation scent to them”, Wade coyly replied back. He walked over to the passenger side and opened - picked the lock to - the door. “Petal to the metal, Al. Let’s go!”

The car pulled out as quickly as it came in, showing all the damage the uncertified driver had made to the city. Even while assessing the damage, Peter couldn’t keep the man off his mind.

“Does he not want his liver back”, he asked himself mystified by how the walking talking crisis didn’t even notice.

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“Uugh”, Wade whined as he collapsed on his mysteriously stained couch. He looked over to the kitchen, disappointed to see the Blind Al didn’t have a reaction to his current crisis.

“UUUgh”, he complained slightly louder in hopes of getting her attention but still nothing.

“UUUUUuuuuuUuuuUuuuuUUUggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh”, he practically yelled.

“I’m not a dog, so why don’t you call me over instead of making some stupid ass whine”, Al said, already exhausted by the thought of the following conversation.

“You know, Al, I thought we had a real connection through that Craigslist Ad but, in all honesty, I’m feeling a little attacked right now.” Al gave a sigh of exasperation before making her way towards the overgrown child in red spandex.

“What’s wrong”, she asked, regretting the fact that his name was on the lease for their apartment.

“I can’t stop thinking about the bubble butt coroner from earlier. I left him my number but he hasn’t even texted me yet”, Wade whined looking at his heavily Hello Kitty decorated iPhone. Still nothing.

“When did you get the chance to give him your number?”

“I scratched it into my liver before I left”, Wade said casually picking at his finger nails.

“Maybe he didn’t notice.”

Wade’s persona did a complete 180, as he dropped his phone and threw off his crocs. He jumped to his suit, which was still riddled with holes and slashes from his last fight, and ran to his room. He exited an unrealistic minute later and grabbed his ammo bag.

“Don’t tell me your going to go kill him. He seemed okay”, Al said without much conviction.

“Not today, negative nelly. No, I’m going to go to him, with my unalderated feelings, raw and true, and ask him, sincerely, if he’d let me put it in his-“, Al put up a hand to stop him.

“I don’t need or want to know. Go do whatever and try not to die again. It’s getting annoying to pick you up all the time”.

“Okay, mom. I’ll hopefully return with bubble butt boy in hand or die a hero.”

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Peter’s feet dragged as he finally reached the enterance to his apartment. The day was wild from start to finish. And of course, Peter was blamed for losing a body. “Why do these things only happen to me”, he groaned placing the key into the lock.

Peter opened the door to his apartment and immediately went to the couch and collapsed, too tired to comprehend his surroundings. “This couch sucks”, Peter grumbled, making a mental note to invest in better furniture, after the million other things he has to pay off.

The couch laughed, shaking Peter slightly. “At least take me to dinner first”, the couch chuckled. Peter slowly came to, realizing that his couch was not talented enough to talk to him, or act so annoying if it did.

“I remember couches being a lot more quiet”, Peter said with a sly smile. He knew it wasn’t over between him and Bucky. Peter slid his arms around the man and hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry about before, I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. And I didn’t mean to ignore you either, it’s just that you’re always out with other people and I get worried.”

“Um”, the other began but Peter interrupted him. “Please let me get this out. I can barely manage to say it now”, Peter said, neck and cheeks burning. He was glad the other couldn’t see his face or else this would be even more embarrassing.

Peter took the man’s silence as a yes to his request. “I’m sorry for being so jealous and petty. I get now that you and Steve are just good friends and I’ll give you space if you need it. Just please don’t leave me”, Peter finished, giving the other a tighter hug at the end of it all.

“I love you too much to lose you”, Peter capped it all off. “I’ll prove it.”

The moment Peter was about to go down on him, Wade figured it was best to stop the kid before he did anything reckless. “Slow down there, hot shot. Didn’t you hear me earlier? Dinner first then the hanky panky. Or during dinner. Or pregame the dinner. I’m fine with either.”

“You”, was all Peter could exclaim, scrambling off the leather clad and unbelievably sexy hero mercenary.

“Me”, Wade said cheerfully, but, in reality, felt a lot of disappointment. Jokes aside, he really liked Bubble Butt boy. So much that he even broke into his apartment, like the suave heartbreaker he is. “I see that you’re kind of busy, so I guess I’ll be going now.”

Peter remained unmoving from his position in the couch, even as Wade began to get up. But just as soon as he left the couch, Peter reached out to grab Wade’s hand. “Stay... please.”

As much of a cold hearted killer that he was, Wade just couldn’t find it in him to say no to the boy sitting in front of him, trying his best not to cry. “Um, okay”, Wade said, miraculously not being annoying.

Wade sat back down, letting the other curl into his side. Peter let out shuddering breaths but refused to let out any tears. “Sooo.... exboyfriend problems?”

Peter laughed lightly. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Wade frowned once more before putting on an award winning smile. “Well I know half of it can be resolved with some of Grandma Al’s macaroni cheese, going light on the cocaine, of course.”

“Cocaine? Damn your grandma was wild.”

“Oh she’s not my grandma. She’s my roomie. She is old, blind, and I’m pretty sure she is secretly in love with me.” Wade started digging through Peter’s pantry looking for anything pot like cooking thing to make the cheese heaven. “Grandma Wilson, on the other hand, was more of marijuana-macaroni type of gal. Oh Satan bless her soul, since she probably burning in hell with the rest of the Wilsons.”

Wade felt himself smile when he heard the other stifling laughs behind him. He was probably gonna get cursed by the bat shit crazy ghost of his long lost Grandma, but it was fine with him, if he got the bubble butt boy to laugh even for a moment. Speaking of bubble butt boy...

“Bubble Butt Boy, as much as I love alliteration, I need your real name to start working on our shipname.”

Peter blushed at the nickname, becoming a little more conscious of his butt than he was before. “I-I’m Peter. No, uh, Parker. Peter Parker. Like, together.”

“Of course you have an alliterating name, Jesus Christ, Stan, no one actually has names like this”, Wade yelled at the ceiling, confusing Peter further. When Wade faced the kid again, he gave him a toothy grin, which translated well through his mask. “‘Name’s Wade W. Wilson. Mercenary and certified love expert at your service.”

“Nice to meet you, mercenary and love expert Wade W. Wilson”, Peter said with a cheeky smile.

“Emphasis on the love expert. Now who’s the boy toy?”

Peter gave a sad sigh as he stood up from his spot on the couch. He glided over to Wade and gave him a small tap on the shoulder to get his attention. “The Kraft Mac and Cheese box is over here. Unfortunately, I’m fresh out of cocaine”.

There was a small pause before the younger continued. “And he wasn’t really my boy toy, but I was his.”

Wade had to bite his lips to stop himself from making a sarcastic comment and just listen. “His name is Bucky and he’s actually a really nice guy. It was kind of my fault we broke up. I mean, he was always really lax and let me do what I wanted, but I felt like he didn’t really care what I did. And when I started getting worried about him or jealous over the amount of time he was hanging out with his friends, he would always get mad.“

“I- at one point I thought he was cheating on me so I followed him out. Before he even got past a block I was caught by him and he hadn’t talk to me or even seen me since.” Peter was crying now, regretting who’s he acted and how jealous he was of Bucky’s and Steve’s relationship. “I j-just want t-to say I’m s-sorry”, he barely pushed the words through his lips before his crying took over him.

Wade walked over, Macaroni made in a nice Adventure time themed cup (which he totally wanted to steal) and led the crying boy back to the couch. “Don’t you worry your little bubble butt over him, Parker. He doesn’t deserve you affection and you don’t deserve all the stuff he put you through. And that’s my verdict.”

“But-“

“Sorry, baby boy, but it can’t be changed. Love expert, remember?” Peter laughed and rolled his eyes, which were still a little red, but mostly tear-less.

“You know, I don’t think I have ever met a love expert that was so modest”, Peter said gesturing to the Wade’s apparel. I don’t think I even got a chance to see your face...”, Peter trailed off, raising his hand toward the mask.

Just as his hand slipped under it a bit - allowing him to feel the damaged skin - Wade jerked back so much he fell off the couch. “I know I’ve made you dinner, but, Peter, you have to be delicate with me”, Wade said jokingly, but his heart was pounding and he was sweating under all the leather.

“I have to protect my innocence”, Wade said continuing with the joke, but eventually stood up from the ground and grabbed a blanket over on the other side of the room. He came back to Peter and put the blanket on him but made no move to sit back down. “I’ll check in on you later, Parker. So don’t do anything stupid”, Wade lectured and just like that he hopped out Peter’s window.

“What the fuck”, Peter exclaimed running over to the ledge, but it was too dark to see the ground. He only heard a quiet “watch your language young man” before he headed back to the couch smiling broader than ever.

[brownjet-archive]

Coffee for Two (Soulmate Nine-Nine)

Pairing: Steve x reader

Summary: In a world where soulmates are found by tree tattoos that change with the seasons, but bloom pink in spring instead of normal if you met your soulmate, you haven’t been so lucky. In fact your luck has been abysmal. That all changes, for better or for worse, when you meet Detective Steve Rogers. 

Word Count: 4,500+

A/N: It’s pretty cute I think, also damnnn, it’s fucking longggg. Oh, for those of you who don’t know spanish, there’s a little spanish that’s really not important to the plot but I threw in cause I’m hispanic, so represent!

Warnings: Swearing, 

Part 1 | Masterlist

Easy. That's what it was. Easy.

The more Steve thought about it, the more he realized that he felt more at ease with you in the twenty minutes you had spent together than with some people he had known for nearly all of his life. It felt as if he already knew you, and he had no idea why he felt so content with a stranger in his arms, nor why his heart seemed to swell when you snuggled into his chest.

Nothing had felt this easy or comfortable since.....no it was best for him not to dwell on the past, he reminded himself.

Right now he had to make sure that the very cute (Y/N) got home safely.

You were gently nudged with Steve's shoulder as he stood in the entryway to the apartment building, effectively waking you completely from your relaxed drowsy state.

He gently put you down taking the umbrella back from you and shaking it out slightly before closing it. A yawn escaped you as you stretched slightly, your neck feeling a bit stiff. A small smile appeared on his face at the cute way your nose scrunched up when you yawned.

"Thank you, Steve." You said to him when you were done yawning. "You really didn't have to do this." You told him, feeling slightly guilty that you had most likely hijacked his plans.

"It was really no problem." He told you, waving it off, making it apparent that he really didn't mind it. "Don't worry about it."

You smiled up at him, pleased with having met such a nice man, glad that you hadn't caused him a problem. "Why don't you come up for a cup of coffee?" You asked him, as he seemed to be preparing to leave and venture into the rain again. "I'd hate to send you back into the rain."

He looked at you, seeing your dopey, awkward smile as his sweater hung loosely on your body, almost going past your knees, the sleeves falling over your hands. He smiled at you, feeling amused and something else that was achingly familiar but distant.

He chucked slightly, his blue eyes dancing gleefully. "Sure, that'd be very nice." He told you, feeling increasingly happy as your eyes widened, a huge smile taking over your face, before grabbing his hand, and running to the elevator, a small groan escaping him, not expecting you to be quite strong enough to drag him, until he continued after you, happy to hear you laughing.

You pressed the button to the elevator and the two of you stepped in, giggling slightly, not noticing you were still holding hands.

The elevator started closing but opened up, a lady entering, giving you both an odd look. You now realized what an odd pair you were, the both of you standing there, trying to contain your laughter, you standing in a sweater too big for you, being almost completely soaked, him being this huge man who was giggling. She just rolled her eyes at the two of you who were grinning, before holding her arm out to keep the door from closing.

"Mami, apurate." She called out to the small old lady who was fumbling with the lock of the mailboxes in the hallway.

"Niña, no me regañas." She said hypocritically, clearly scolding her daughter.

The lady in the elevator, just rolled her eyes, looking up slightly. "Ay, Díos ayúdame." She muttered, clearly frustrated.

You hadn't realized that you and Steve were still holding hands until he let go of yours, and you felt your hand instantly go cold. You looked in front of you, and saw him lending his arm to the old lady, to help her into the elevator. She took it, looking rather pleasantly surprised, as he walked her into the elevator, both you and her daughter seeming to wait awkwardly.

They both stepped in, before Steve looked back at you, grinning slightly, before unconsciously grabbing your hand again, neither of you very much noticing.

The elevator finally closed, and the daughter pressed a button, and you reached over and pressed the number to the floor you were going to, never once letting go of Steve, who was currently engaged in a pleasant conversation with the old Latina lady.

The elevator dinged and the mother and daughter stepped out, but not before the mother gave Steve a little kiss on the cheek and exited, saying "Ah, young love."

It was only then that it started to feel as if his hand was burning in yours, and the two of you instantly let go, an awkward silence filling the elevator, before you started awkwardly rambling.

"Funny how she thought we were dating, right? What an old lady thing to do, ha." You said, laughing slightly awkwardly, before shutting up and looking Steve in the eyes. The both of you stayed quiet for a moment, before bursting into laughter, the awkwardness seeming to instantly evaporate.

The two of you exited the elevator as it opened on your floor, grabbing your keys from the pocket of your jeans, and opening the door, stepping in, him stepping in after you. You shut the door behind him, locking it, before placing your keys in the little bowl your friend had by the door. You bent down and took off your heeled boots, feeling relieved to be standing flat on the floor again, though slightly upset that you had lost about three inches of height.

You walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet with instant coffee and put some into the coffee maker that you had and grabbed two mugs in preparation, as well as stuffing all of the groceries you had bought into the fridge, before turning around to run into a large wall.

"Ow!" You cried out instinctively, causing Steve to immediately feel bad.

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine." You told him, running your nose slightly. "Um, why don't you go and sit on the couch, and I'll go change into some dry clothes and bring these and your sweater to the dryer?" You asked, and he nodded slightly.

"You don't need to worry about my sweater." He said, his voice trailing off.

"No, I'm doing it, so shush." You told him, pointing your finger at him, feeling as if you were 5.

"Um, okay?" He said, before going to sit on the couch, as you slipped into your room, changing into a pair of sweatpants, a comfortable sports bra, with a large shirt over it, the shirt hanging off of your left shoulder. You pulled your hair out of your face, before grabbing the wet clothes and a stack of quarters you had for the drying machine. You were very glad for probably the umpteenth time about the building having a laundry room on every floor.

You slipped on your flip flops, before exiting your room. "I'll be right back." You told Steve, grabbing your keys and leaving the apartment, unaware that he had managed to spot the tattoo on your left shoulder blade, the leaves starting to turn orange, red and yellow, one or two moving and falling from the tattoo.

You had walked to the laundry room, glad that the good dryer was empty and it seemed like no one else was going to be in the room for awhile. Dumping the clothes into the dryer, you shut it and put the quarters in, turning it on for the highest setting, setting a timer on your phone for 40 minutes before heading back to your apartment.

Entering the apartment you saw Lockheed, Kitty's cat, sitting on Steve's lap, purring slightly, a small smile on both of their faces as Steve pet Lockheed.

"You have a cute cat." Steve said, tearing his eyes away from Lockheed to look at you from his place on the couch.

"He's not mine, he's my best friend, Kitty's." You told him, walking by, scratching the underside of Lockheed's head, his small eyes closing as he purred, leaning his head into it, before walking into the kitchen, pouring the steaming cups of coffee, throwing a spoonful of vanilla gelato in yours, a delicious trick that you had picked up from working at the diner while serving parents with little kids who would most certainly ask for a sip.

You walked back into the living room area with the steaming mugs, before placing them on the small coffee table, settling them on coasters. "I didn't know how you liked it, but we have cream and sugar if you want to add some." You told Steve, ready to head back to the kitchen to grab the stuff.

Steve held out his hand, kind of waving it off. "It probably sounds super weird, but I love black coffee. I can't drink it otherwise."

You had a confused smirk on your face, before sitting next to him, taking a sip from your gelato coffee. "That is pretty weird, but my best friend is the same way." You told him, petting Lockheed who had settled between the two of you. "I can't drink coffee without a ton of cream and sugar, so I learned a trick. I put a spoonful of vanilla gelato, or ice cream, but it works better with gelato, in my coffee before I pour the coffee in, so that way it doesn't burn my tongue and it's not that bitter."

Steve made a bit of a face, sipping his coffee, while petting Lockheed with his other hand. "That sounds like it would be super sweet."

"It's actually not. Yeah, I can't deal with tooth-rotting sweetness, which is incidentally why gelato works better. Besides, Kitty, like you, loves bitter coffee, ugh, so she buys like the darkest roast you can for instant coffee, so it still moderately tastes like coffee."

"Sounds interesting." Steve said, his face clearly giving away his curiosity about it.

"Here, try some." You told him, having no idea what possessed you to share one of your favorite drinks with someone you barely knew when you got mad at Kitty for using your owl mug.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." You said, nodding your head, handing your mug to him.

He took your mug from you and took a sip a surprised look appearing on his face. "It’s actually not that bad." He admitted, handing your mug back to you.

"Ha, take that." You said, doing a little victory dance in your seat.

"Okay, okay." He said, rolling his eyes slightly. "I tried yours, you try mine."

You cringed. "Eh, I'll pass."

"Nope, you gotta try it." He said, and you sighed, resigning to your fate.

"Fine." You whined out, taking his mug from him. You brought the mug up to your lips, and took a sip, before pulling it away, grimacing, letting out a sound of disgust. "Bitter, too bitter."

Steve chuckled, taking his mug back from you. "Come on, it wasn't that bad."

"Yes it was, grandpa." You said teasingly, your eyes dancing with mirth.

"Oh, ha ha ha. Laugh it up, Shorty."

"Hey!" You cried out indignantly. "I'm not short, you're just ridiculously tall."

"Whatever you say." He said in a sing-song voice, looking away from you, sipping his coffee.

"You shady grandma." You cried out, playfully punching him in the arm.

He rolled his eyes at you, and the two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, both of you drinking your coffee and petting Lockheed who was very happy with all this attention.

"So," Steve drawled out, "If I'm overstepping my bounds, let me know. So, you and your best friend live together, right? I’m assuming cause of the cat."

"Yeah, Lockheed. But we didn't use to." You told him. "I moved in a few months ago because my old apartment burned down."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Steve said, any trace of amusement leaving his eyes, replaced with an unreadable look.

You waved him off, taking a sip of your coffee. "Most things were salvageable. I really only lost a few pictures, which I had been meaning to throw out, so no harm, no foul."

"Okay then." He said, nodding, his eyes softening slightly.

"Yeah, so Kitty offered me her spare room until I got back on my feet, but we both decided that it was nice to have a roommate. She gets lonely a lot and I just like having someone that's around that I don't feel the need to talk to."

"I understand that. I live with my best friend, Bucky." He told you. "Though neither of us are really in the house all that often. He's a firefighter and I'm a detective with the NYPD." He told you.

"Oh cool! I used to be an accountant at Rand Industries till they went bankrupt and now I have a waitressing job at this little diner. I was coming back from a job interview today, actually."

"Oh really? Well then, I wish you the best of luck. How do you think it went?" He asked, genuinely interested.

"Oh, it went awful.” You told him, not caring very much. “I actually went to college to be a psychologist, but it's really hard to get a practicing licence and I haven't had the money to get the licence yet, even though I passed the test. But now my test is invalid, so I would have to take it again, so I think I'll stay on the accounting path, and Stark Industries had a job open, but I know that I didn't get it."

"Really? I'm sure you did. Besides, I think I could get a little sway for you. I was good friends with Howard, but Tony and I don't really see eye to eye, but he respects my judgement."

You laughed slightly. "While I appreciate the offer, I'd rather you didn't."

He looked at you, smiling a bit, before clearing his throat. "Well, thank you for the coffee, but I should be going. I don't want to overstay my welcome."

"No, it's really fine!" You told him, feeling as if you were driving him off.

"I also have the morning shift tomorrow." He said.

"Oh, that's a good reason." You told him, as he stood up, moving to grab his shoes from the doorway.

You suddenly remembered. "Your sweater!" You stood up frantically, much to Lockheed’s dismay, rolling your eyes and picking him up, before grabbing your flip flops from the entry way.

You rushed past Steve, who was in the doorway, rushing down the end of the hall to the laundry room, unsure as to why you brought Lockheed with you.

Entering the small room, you placed Lockheed down on the small table tucked away in the corner, surprised to see your friend and neighbor, Kurt in the room as well.

"Hey Kurt." You greeted, smiling at your kind friend.

"Hello, (Y/N)." He said, his thick German accent ever present. "Are zeese your clozes?" He asked, petting Lockheed, who had settled under his hand.

"Yeah, I'll get them. Sorry if you were waiting for the dryer." You told him, pulling your clothes out of the dryer and setting them on the table. "Can you watch Lockheed for me?" You asked, meaning to run out of the room but running into a wall.

"Ow." You muttered, rubbing your nose, looking up at Steve. "We have got to stop meeting like this." You muttered to yourself. You extended your arm to give him his sweater. "Here you go."

He smiled at you, gently taking his sweater from you, putting it on. "Thank you, (Y/N). I hope you get that job and enough money for your licence." He said softly, before leaning down to press a small kiss on your forehead.

"See ya around, maybe." He said to you with a wink, leaving you gaping like a fish as he left.

"Ooohh." You heard from behind you, turning around to see Scott and Kurt snickering, wondering how you could have missed seeing Scott.

"Shut up." You maturely told them.

"Nope." Was their general reply.

"Ugh, I hate you both." You whined out, moving to fold your clothes.

"Is (Y/N) in here?" You heard an angry voice ask from outside the room.

You just rolled your eyes. "Yes, and your demon is with me, so chill out."

You felt a light smack on the back of your neck. "Ow!" You yelled out, annoyed.

"He's not a demon, so shush." Kitty said, glaring at you slightly.

"Fine. Your dragon is here with me." Yourself, rolling your eyes at her, a small grin appearing on both of your faces.

"So, how was your day?" She asked far too happily, making you suspicious.

"Pretty normal. I got groceries." You told her, folding your clothes.

"What about your boyfriend?" Scott asked teasingly, sounding like a two-year-old.

"Ugh, he's not my boyfriend!" You cried out indignantly, annoyed by their stupid teasing. "He's a man I met who saved me from the rain today. I offered him a cup of coffee, that was it!" You snapped, a bit defensive.

They all have you a 'yeah right' look. You rolled your eyes a bit more.

"We talked for a little bit. I told him about my bad luck and he told me about how he's a detective and I won the bet of who has better coffee."

"But your coffee's gross." Kitty said, with a grimace.

“No, you’re just someone with broken taste buds.” You told her, to which she stuck her tongue out at you. “Very mature.” You said, your voice laced with sarcasm as you rolled your eyes again.

“So, are you guys gonna come over and for movie night?” You asked Scott and Kurt, both of them seeming to be nodding. “Is Piotr or Lance coming?” You asked Kitty, referring to both of her on-again-off-again boyfriends.

“Um, neither of them.” She said, petting Lockheed who had moved over to her as soon as he saw her, attempting to climb onto her shoulder.

“Rogue’s coming?” You asked all of them, to which they nodded.

“So’s Jean and Alex.” Scott told you, making you happy at the prospect of seeing them.

“Varren, Ororo, and Betsy are not going to be able to come.” Kurt said.

All of you groaned slightly, wishing you could’ve seen them.

“What about Peter?” Kitty asked.

“Maximoff?” You asked, just to clarify.

“Yeah.” She said, giving you an ‘are you dumb’ look.

“I know. Just had to be sure.” You told her, holding your arms up in surrender. “But, yeah. He’s coming.”

“Okay, cool. See you guys in like an hour. Oh, know that if you think Steve is my boyfriend again, no popcorn for you!”

“Oh, so your boyfriend has a name.” Kitty said slyly, earning a synced high five from Scott.

“You guys are almost 30, stop with the stupid high five thing. We’ve been out of high school for years guys.” You said angrily, stomping out of the laundry room.

“No popcorn!” You yelled back at them, sniggering slightly.

You entered your apartment, throwing your clothes into your room, before sitting down on the couch debating what you guys should watch, glad that it was your turn to pick for movie night, glad that most of your friends were coming. Somehow you guys had stayed friends for all the years after high school, and actually you were hoping that after you got your license, because you were determined to get it, that Charles would let you work at the school.

You didn’t debate with yourself for long, finally settling on Tangled, one of your favorite movies that you had been wanting to re-watch it for awhile.

Ignoring Kitty as she trudged in, you set up the movie, and grabbed the 6-packs of beer that were in the fridge, as well as one a bottle of rose which you were definitely gonna hog. You ordered a few pizzas online and grabbed the microwaveable popcorn from the cabinet, sticking it in the microwave, nuzzling Lockheed as he settled on your shoulder, unsure of why this nimble black cat liked resting on people’s shoulders.

You heard a knock on the door for the pizzas and opened it and paid for them, thanking the delivery boy and offering him a warm smile.

After about twenty minutes everyone had arrived, and was eating away.

“Who’s choosing this time?” Alex asked through a mouthful of pizza, earning a look of disgust from Kitty.

"Me.” You said simply, bringing the huge bowl of popcorn from the kitchen, earning a groan from everyone.

“You’re gonna make us watch a Disney movie.” Scott whined out, to which you flicked a piece of popcorn at him, lifting your head up to knee the back of his head from behind the couch, telling him to move it. Everyone seemed to agree with him though.

“I don’t see vat the big problem is.” Kurt said, from beside you as you sat down in the middle of the couch.

“Yeah, Disney’s great.” Peter agreed.

“That’s only cause you grew up watching only princess movies.” Rogue retorted in her southern accent.

“Yeah, some of us actually had a life growing up.” Alex teased.

“Everyone shut up!” You yelled, holding the remote in your hand, ready to start it up. “Peter and Kurt are the only ones who get popcorn and I’m disowning you all if you don’t fucking sing.”

“I’m older than you.”

“A minor technicality.” You said, turning on the movie, everyone effectively shutting up.

You were bored. Nobody had really come into the diner in the last half hour and although it was a nice break from the lunch rush, you were disgustingly bored. It also didn’t help that you were on of the only ones who weren’t on their lunch break. It was honestly a terrible system.

You were looking down at the newspaper for the job advertisements, trying to see if anyplace was available for you. The small bell attached to the door rang and you looked up to see a cop uniform, before doing a double take and looking back up and realizing that it was the man who had saved you from the rain a few weeks ago. He and a short red-haired lady came up to counter and sat down, in front of you.

“Steve, hey.” You said, waving to him slightly, feeling slightly embarrassed because he was sitting right in front of you.

He offered you a warm smile, returning your wave. “Hey, (Y/N). Though it’s actually Detective Rogers.” He told you. “And this is my partner, Detective Romanoff.” He said, motioning to the red-head.

She offered you an awkward smile, and you returned one, waving slightly.

“So, um, what can I get for you guys?” You asked, grabbing your pad, feeling slightly embarrassed about forgetting momentarily what you do.

“Who works the night shift?” “How are your donuts?” Both of them asked at the same time, overwhelming you slightly.

“Steve!” Detective Romanoff yelled at him, slapping him slightly.

“Um, well, I’m not entirely sure about who works night shifts, and the donuts are a bit too sweet for me.” You told them.

“Well, can we speak to the manager?”

“Nat, relax.” Steve scolded his partner, who had been dubbed as Nat. “We have some questions about a crime that happened in the area and we wanted to know if someone here had heard some information. Also, how’s the coffee? Ow!” He rubbed his arm where Nat had elbowed him.

“As dark and black as my soul.” You told him.

“So, milk?”

“Naw.” You said. “You’d like it. It’s really bitter and the perfect grandparent drink.” You told him, earning a snicker from Nat.

“So, a crime, huh?” You asked.

“Yes, we figured this was our best lead.” Steve replied.

“You just wanted donuts and coffee.” Nat sassed under her breath.

“Let me be a stereotype.”

“Um, how about I go get the manager.” You said awkwardly, heading to the back, still hearing their conversation. Cops apparently, were super bad at being quiet.

“You just wanted to flirt with the waitress.” Nat accused Steve.

“I swear I didn’t know they worked here!” He whisper-yelled back, trying to defend himself. 

“Uh-huh. And I’m sure you didn’t look them up in the system.”

“Of course I didn’t! I have morals.”

“So you did?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, but it was only to find out a last name, I swear.” Steve said, sounding slightly exasperated.

“And a phone number, and an address.” 

You walked back towards them with your boss, causing their chatter to stop completely, feeling slightly amused that Steve had searched you up, though also feeling strange about it.

As your boss talked to them, this time actually quiet, you made a pot of coffee and poured a cup of black coffee for Steve, and making a cup of hot chocolate for Nat, because you can’t go wrong with hot chocolate. Packing a bag of donuts for them both, you grabbed a coffee sleeve and wrote on it, before doodling a happy face with the tongue sticking out. As your boss came back, you went to the front, where they were both still sitting, appearing to be discussing something. 

“Um, here.” You told them, handing them the to-go cups, and the bag of donuts. “It’s on the house. Go catch some bad guys.” You told them, to which they laughed at, Nat rolling her eyes slightly. 

“Thanks (Y/N).” Steve said, Nat offering you a genuine smile and a small wave as they exited the diner.

“They’re cute.” Nat said, as her and Steve sat in their car, earning a blush from Steve. 

“Shut up.” He muttered, sipping his coffee, which he did like very much. 

“Mm, they made me hot chocolate. Marry them, Steve.” Nat said, sipping contently on her hot chocolate, causing Steve to notice some writing on her coffee sleeve. 

“Hey, they wrote something on your thing.” Steve said, pointing it out to Nat. 

“Yeah. They said ‘idk what you like to drink, but i figured you can’t go wrong with hot chocolate. pls don’t kill me.’ Wow, I’m not that scary, am I?”

“Eh, you want me to answer truthfully?” He asked, earning an eye roll from her.

“They wrote something on yours, too.” She told him. 

“Oh. ‘if you wanted my number, ya could’ve asked.’ Then it’s their number. Then ‘p.s. ya guys should shh’ And they doodled a smiley face. Fuck, this is embarrassing.” Steve said, feeling himself go red. 

“Text them.” Nat said without emotion. 

“I was going to.” He said, trying to get Nat off of him. 

“Right now.”

“No, we’re on duty.” Steve said indignantly. 

“Who cares?”��

“Me!”

“Too bad.” She said, holding his phone, making him wonder when she had got a hold of it. “I already put her number in and texted her.” 

“No you didn’t.” He said, grabbing it back from her, seeing that she had put your contact in, but hadn’t texted you. Sighing, he started typing.

Hey. This is Steve.

“There are you happy?” He asked Nat, who was smirking.

“Yes.” 

He heard his phone ding, and looked at it seeing a text from you.

lol, hey grandpa

A small smile appeared on his face as he replied back, the small clacking sound of typing being heard, followed by a ding. A small smile appeared on his face, the familiarity of you being extremely comforting. 

Easy. That’s definitely what it was. 

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relating to your reblog.. no one actually gets beetee i fear. minus you mostly. but the consensus of him being a chill tech guy and not in part a mass murderer both in the arena and in the rebellion & also pretty morally grey in a sense? yknwwww. yknw!

yes yes yes. all do this yes. he’s morally gray. it is so obvious he is morally gray it is practically written on his forehead. his morals are definitely questionable. that is so obvious and yet…

at this point i think i need a therapy session simply so i can rant about other people’s interpretations of beetee. because. do you even understand him. did you even read the trilogy. like i don’t even know what to tell some of you at this point except that you just don’t get him like i do.